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That was Catch’s scene. The one he directed, for Lana, for himself. Some stranger, a nameless officer brought into his cube to fuckher.
The scene that fucked everythingup.
The scene he shouldn’t be thinking of rightnow.
You made me feel worthless. Do you knowthat?
That was what shesaid.
Worthless…
And still, he thinks about it. Still, he watches the scene before him. His cock hard in his cargos, throbbing with the force of the Exotica vibrating through hisveins.
He watches Blaze strip off his shirt, his pale, muscular chest already gleaming with sweat, with the exertion of what he’s been doing to the girl to cause all those pink lashes on her pretty skin; with the exertion of holding himself back from all he really wants to do. He doesn’t look at Catch as he moves closer, behind her. As he runs a hand over the swell of her ass, squeezes one of her cheeks and digs his fingers in. As she winces, as shegasps.
More…
And Catch keepswatching.
He watches Blaze take out his cock, hard and ready, and tease her with it until she squirms and starts to beg. He watches Blaze start to fuck her. Slow, torturously slow, as the girl begs formore.
Harder…
Please…harder…
Until Blaze gives it to her harder, so hard the desk, bolted to the floor, groans and creaks with the strain, and the girl struggles to breathe in herrestraints.
And Catch is right back where he once was… that final day… fucking Lana, as she gasped and moaned formore.
“Shut your mouth…” Blaze stuffs his fingers in the girl’s mouth and she bites down, sucking on him. With his other hand he squeezes her ass so hard his fingers dig into her flesh up to the first knuckle. Hard enough to leave a hand-shaped bruise he can jerk off on later; Blaze likes to leave hismark.
NotCatch.
Catch never left a mark on Lana. Never hurt her like that. Never left more than a blush of pink and red, that one time he paddled her. Never wanted to hurt her,reallyhurther.
Only wanted to pleaseher.
Harder…
He fucks her harder. Gives it to her in a relentless rhythm, driving her open, forcing her to take himdeeper…
But then hestops.
He releases Lana from her binding, buckle by buckle, kissing her everywhere he struck her. She slithers off the desk and onto the floor as he falls back on the couch. She’s crawling to him, crawling up into his lap, rubbing his cock through his pants… and when he smells her, when he tastes her as she snakes her tongue into his mouth, he realizes it’s not Lana. It’s notreal.
No. Thisisreal.
The other thing… The other thing isn’treal.
Lana isn’treal.
Lana’sgone.
And the girl in his mouth, her hand starting to rub him off through his cargos, starting to unzip him, isn’ther.
He pushes and she falls, sprawling, naked, on the floor. Nina? Naomi? He reaches for her but Blaze is in his face too fast, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, hauling him up and slamming him against thewall.
He doesn’tfight.
