Patricia kept a stony face. “A sweetener?” she said.
The man on the other side of the table grinned wolfishly. His name was Vasily, and he spoke flawless English, if with an accent. “Yes,” he said, “a sweetener.”
Patricia tried to keep perfectly still. She knew very well that if she leaned back her blouse would accentuate the curve of her breasts, and that if she leaned forwards, she risked displaying a small portion of cleavage. Either way Vasily would stare straight at her tits as openly and unashamedly as any man could.
Her boss’s instructions rang in her ears. She was to make this deal happen “by any means necessary”. It was the first time she’d been entrusted with negotiations of this magnitude, and she knew that she never would be again if she let things slip now.
Still, this was delicate stuff. She made a conscious effort not to reveal anything of her state of mind. “Suppose, hypothetically speaking, a sweetener were possible. What would you have in mind?”
The grin remained, but Vasily’s eyes had steel in them. “Hypothetically speaking?”
“Yes, hypothetically speaking.”
The man made is if to lean back, but then he suddenly folded his arms on the table and leaned forward, staring due south of her face. “Let’s just say, Ms Perkins, that you are, hypothetically, a very attractive woman.”
It was impossible for Patricia not to start. Vasily was a bastard, no doubt about it. There was nothing there to misconstrue. Her boss’s words were still ringing in her head. “Make the deal happen. By any means necessary.” Did that include what Vasily was obviously implying?
Surely it didn’t? It couldn’t, could it? Not that she was averse to a bit of fun when the opportunity presented itself, but mixing business with pleasure was something she had always been careful to avoid. On the other hand, there wasn’t much she shirked from in the interests of getting ahead. Whatever gave her an edge was her guiding star. But this? This was something different.
Vasily was staring her out, waiting for her reaction. “Hypothetically attractive?” she said, throwing the ball back into his court, and trying desperately to remain calm on the surface.
The man leaned back. “May I speak freely, Ms Perkins.”
“By all means.”
“Your attractiveness would be less hypothetical if you weren’t wearing trousers. Trousers are not becoming in a woman.”
Patricia’s anger flared, but she fought it back. Why would those words not go away? “By any means necessary.” There must be some other way. “What kind of woman do you think I am?”
Vasily grinned, throwing his arms wide and shrugging. “I know you were once an exotic dancer.” The way he said ‘exotic dancer’ suggested that he believed it was just a code word for ‘whore’.
“You’ve checked up on my background.”
“Of course.”
But how the fuck had he found out about that? It was how she’d augmented her income in her student days, but she’d always stopped short of going further. Anyway, it was fuck all to do with anything; she wasn’t about to start justifying herself to this man.
“Put it like this,” Vasily said. “A spoonful of sugar could work wonders for the deal.”
This wasn’t the time to get bogged down in hypotheticals. “And you expect me to be the sweetener,” Patricia said, trying to sound as if there was no way in hell that was going to happen.
“Expect, expect,” Vasily said, looking very relaxed. “I expect nothing. I am simply presenting a hypothetical suggestion.”
The bastard, Patricia thought. She got the uncomfortable feeling Vasily could see right through her. And her one big weakness had always been her attraction to complete bastards. She hated the way Vasily had looked at her throughout the course of the negotiations, as if he was superior to her in every way. At the same time, outside of the negotiating room, he’d very definitely be her type. Not the kind of type she wanted any kind of long or even medium term relationship with. But definitely the type she would love to meet in a bar. The trouble was, they weren’t in a bar.
“Hypothetically speaking,” she said. “Exactly how much easier would a spoonful of sugar make the process?”
Vasily licked his lips, very visibly and very obviously. “It would make it considerably easier. Almost a done deal.”
“Make the deal happen. By any means necessary.”
“And hypothetically speaking,” Patricia said. “Exactly what would that entail?” She couldn’t believe she was actually asking that.
Vasily leaned forward, smiling the way a man does who knows he’s about to get what he wants. “I do so wish you were less hypothetically attractive, Ms Perkins.”
“Meaning?”
But even as she said the word, Patricia knew only too well what Vasily meant. She could hear her heart thudding in her chest as Vasily flashed her his most wolfish grin yet. “Meaning that your attractiveness would move from the hypothetical to the real if you dispensed with the trousers, Ms Perkins.”
Patricia tried very hard not to let her feelings show. “If, hypothetically, there were a sweetener, it must never ever come out.”
Vasily’s eyes bored into hers. “Of course not,” he said. “I have a reputation to uphold, Ms Perkins. It would be very bad if I came to be associated with such things.”
You arsehole, Patrica thought. But things were beginning to feel inevitable. She had a long history of being attracted to complete arseholes. She tried to remind herself never to mix business with pleasure – if indeed Vasily would prove to provide pleasure – but in her head, her boss was shouting her down.
“Make the deal happen. By any means necessary.”
As her eyes turned to the door, she saw Vasily give a little smile. He was reading her like a book. It was Friday evening; the office was most likely deserted, and even if there were anyone still here, the little red lamp by the door would instruct anyone passing in the corridor that whoever was in the conference room was not to be disturbed.
Then Vasily was on his feet. He was moving round the table. He was behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders. “Well, Ms Perkins,” he said. “Do we have a deal, or do we have to pretend a little longer?”
His hands were like inevitability weighing down on her. Her boss’s voice was echoing in her head
“By any means necessary.”
“We have a deal,” she said, hardly able to believe she was saying it.
“Good,” Vasily said. She didn’t have to see him to know that he was giving that wicked, rapacious grin of his.
His hands slid downwards from her shoulders. She fully expected him to grope her breasts, and felt a shudder of shame as her nipples reacted in anticipation. But Vasily chose to slowly undo the buttons in her blouse.
The fact that he didn’t touch her breasts, made Patricia all the more keen to feel his hands there. Now that she had taken the plunge, there didn’t seem to be any point in standing on virtue. All the same, she didn’t want to appear easy, and forced herself into immobility as Vasily finished unbuttoning her blouse, only leaning forward when he was done so that he could slide the garment off her shoulders.
“Now, Ms Perkins,” he said, slowly and deliberately. “If you would kindly remove your trousers.”
Patricia refused to look at him as she rose and removed first shoes and socks, then trousers. Now she was clad only in matching white lace bra and knickers. She tried telling herself that she was a businesswoman, getting the deal done “by any means necessary.” But stripped down to her underwear, she might just as well be the exotic dancer she had once been, and that Vasily knew she had been.
She stood there, now finally looking at Vasily, looking away again when he said, “That’s a great improvement, Ms Perkins.” Fucking arsehole! The trouble was, his smug air of superiority was almost designed to appeal to her sexual nature. Vasily was staring straight at her breasts, and she was only too well aware of the very visible outline of nipple.
“If you would please bend over the table,” Vasily said.
Arsehole! But she liked a man who knew what he wanted, and that way at least she didn’t have to look at him.
As soon as she was in position, he was behind her, his hands groping her through her knickers. “Nice arse,” he said. “Very nice. You really need to show it off more, Ms Perkins.”
Like hell she did! But she had no time to consider such things. Vasily was grabbing her knickers and pulling them down. Not far, since her legs were planted far enough apart for that not to be possible. But he got them far enough down to give her arse a hard slap. “Very spankable arse,” Vasily decided.
Shit, Patricia thought, feeling a little ripple of excitement run through her. Did he have her all worked out? Did she exude some kind of air that told him that she liked it hard and rough? She felt a new slap, Vasily remaining silent this time as he rubbed his hands over her buttocks before giving a good hard squeeze. He was a bastard alright, but Patricia loved a bastard who was prepared to take what he wanted.
The next slap was harder, and caused her to groan, though she didn’t want to do anything to show Vasily that his treatment was having an effect. Shit. All it would take now was for him to pull her hair and she wouldn’t be able to control herself.
Vasily gave a little chuckle. “Why Ms Perkins, anyone would think you were enjoying this. Maybe the old days are coming back to you.”
He was making assumptions. Her head hated him, but her body couldn’t resist. Suddenly Vasily’s hand shot down between her thighs and his fingers began fiddling with her labia. “Nice and plump,” the man observed. Then his fingers were inside the folds, deftly finding the way into her, but not too far, just teasing her entrance really.
“Why, Ms Perkins,” Vasily said. “I do believe you are enjoying this.”
She wasn’t going to respond to that verbally, not with the state of her pussy speaking volumes. She felt Vasily’s fingers leave her, only for one to start teasing her anus. “I’m not going to ask if you like it up the arse, Ms Perkins,” Vasily said. “I’m sure you’re up for almost anything. Am I right, Ms Perkins?”
Patricia wasn’t going to respond to that either. “Let’s get this over and done with, shall we?”
Vasily gave another of his wicked chuckles. “Eager,” he said. “I like that.”
He really was a fucking bastard of an arsehole, but try as she might, Patricia couldn’t help but find it a turn-on. “Don’t flatter yourself,” she said.
Vasily didn’t respond to this, other than to take his hands from her. Shortly she heard the sound of a zip being pulled down. She trembled slightly, just waiting. Then Vasily grabbed her knickers, trying to wrench them further down. She heard a tear.
“Those were expensive,” she told him.
“Don’t worry,” Vasily replied. “Once this deal goes through, you’ll be able to afford as many pairs of fancy knickers as you like.” Then he ripped the garment clean off her.
Yes, that was it, Patricia thought. That was why she was doing this. The deal must be done, by any means necessary. She may not like the thought of mixing business with sex, but she couldn’t deny the tingle that refused to go away. Vasily slapped her arse again, before pushing his cock up against her labia. This time he leaned forward a little and grabbed hold of Patricia’s pony tail. When he tugged on it, she let out a moan that could only be construed one way.
Vasily gave another demonic chuckle. “Once a whore, always a whore, I suppose,” he said.
Fucking evil bastard. “Just fuck me and get it over with,” Patricia said.
The man tugged harder on her pony tail, and his cock pushed inwards. “Pretend you’re a reluctant victim all you like,” Vasily said. “But we both know you’re a willing whore.” There was a shove, a hard shove, the man’s cock suddenly pushing up inside her. He gave one hard thrust after another, and Patricia let out a groan with each of them.
Under ordinary circumstances, Patricia would respond volubly, but she didn’t want to give Vasily the satisfaction of seeing her lose her inhibitions. She tried desperately to restrain herself, though having his hard cock rammed into her made her want to cry out to him to do exactly what he was in any case doing. Vasily was exactly as forceful as she liked a man to be. He held her hard, fingers and fingernails digging into her flesh, using his hard cock to show her exactly who was boss.
Exact that this was all wrong. They were supposed to be equals negotiating a deal. Vasily had called her a whore, and here she was, basically prostituting herself for the sake of that deal. “Make the deal happen. By any means necessary,” her boss had said. But surely this was above and beyond the call of duty?
But there was that other part of her too; the part that enjoyed being taken and fucked vigorously. She heard Vasily breathe heavily as he slammed his cock into her, flesh slapping against flesh. Her own breathing was loud, knowing full well how the moisture flowing from her insides was alerting Vasily to her arousal.
She heard Vasily grunt, and thought he was about to cum, but instead he slowed down, coming to a standstill, his cock pushed to the hilt inside her. She cried out as one hand tugged on her hair and the other came down on her arse. Then, to her own horror she heard herself gasp, “Don’t stop! Keep fucking me!”
She heard that evil chuckle. “Why, Ms Perkins, I do believe you’re enjoying this.”
She was enjoying it too much. Out loud she said, “Just fuck me and get it over with, you bastard.”
Patricia was given a hard slap on her arse, much harder than before. “Any more of that kind of talk and I’ll stuff my cock straight up your arse, you little whore,” Vasily told her, tugging on her hair. “Now, are you going to play nice?”
She could hear her heart beating, her own heavy breathing. “Please fuck me some more,” she breathed.
“Good girl,” Vasily said, his cock beginning to move again. Patricia felt mortified, humiliated, but there was no way she could resist her own arousal as Vasily’s fingers once again dug into her flesh, and that hard cock fucked all sense out of her.
“Fuck me!” she breathed. “Just fuck me!”
Vasily chuckled as he thrust his cock even harder into her, then be began panting. Patricia wished she could reach back and touch herself, make herself cum so that the madness of her bodily urges might exhaust itself. But she felt it was best to do exactly as the man wanted. If he wanted her to be a little whore, strictly there for his own pleasure, then so be it.
“By any means necessary.”
Then came a huge grunt. She felt the man’s cock twitch. Hot, sticky seed flooded into her, burning her insides along with the shame that burned her soul.
As soon as Vasily had given her arse a hard slap and pulled out, she turned around to face him. “You’ve had your fun,” she told him. “Do we have a deal?” But how could she be taken seriously, standing there dressed only in her white lace bra, with cum dripping out of her newly fucked cunt.
Vasily’s hard eyes roamed her as he stuffed his slimy cock back in his trousers. “Oh this was just foreplay, Ms Perkins.”
“What?”
“I will send a car to pick you up tomorrow at four.”
Patricia’s outrage finally got the better of her. “You don’t own me!” she barked, as another dollop of Vasily’s sperm dropped from her pussy to the floor of the conference room.
As calm as anything, Vasily looked her straight in the eye and said, “Do you want this deal to go through?”
“By any means necessary.”
Patricia nodded. “Of course.”
“Then here’s the deal. I will send a car for you at four. You will be taken to my house. There you will do exactly as you are told. Then we have a deal. If you don’t agree to this…” he shrugged his shoulders. “Then all bets are off. You understand me, Ms Perkins?”
There was nothing hypothetical about this. Feeling deeply ashamed, but unable to find an alternative solution, Patricia nodded. “Yes, I understand.”
She slept badly that night, waking at intervals with conflicting feelings. On the one hand she felt dirty, the way she had allowed Vasily to use her. She knew very well that she was prostituting herself for the sake of the deal; that she was degrading herself, that she should never have allowed it.
Maybe she should have denied Vasily, and gone to her boss. But the boss’s words kept ringing in her head. “Make the deal happen. By any means necessary.” Every time she woke up, those words kept bouncing around inside her skull. “By any means necessary.”
Then she wondered if it was really that bad. She got to have sex without the hassle of going to a bar, or finding a man some other way, without endless negotiation. Vasily was a bastard, but she had a weakness for real bastards.
Her real worry was her reputation. If the deal went through and no-one was any the wiser, she’d come out of this looking really good. If what she’d done came out, she’d always be the slut who fucked her way to a deal. The trouble was that Vasily had made it more or less clear that the deal was contingent on her acquiescing to his sexual demands.
“By any means necessary.”
All of these thoughts kept on occupying Patricia the next day, but deep down she knew she wasn’t going to find an alternative. She made sure she showered and applied lotion all over her body in good time before four. She found a red top that showed plenty of cleavage, combining it with a short black skirt and black hold-ups. She let her hair hang free, flowing down to her shoulders. A pair of high heels completed the ensemble.
The car that came to collect her was a Beamer with tinted windows. The driver opened the back door for her, but there was no question of them conversing during the drive. Patricia was battling her nerves, now using her boss’s words as a mantra.
“By any means necessary. By any means necessary.”
The car swung into a driveway and continued to an expensive looking house, Vasily was already on the steps outside waiting.
“Good evening, Ms Perkins,” he said. “Time to conclude our deal, I think.” He had the air about him of a man who knows he’s on top, possibly fucking her up the arse too.
Still, it didn’t pay to be too abrasive. “It will be a pleasure,” she said.
“Yes,” Vasily said, drawing the syllable out. “The investors think so too. They’re looking forward to making your acquaintance.”
The way he said it left Patricia in no doubt. Her stomach tightened. He couldn’t be serious.
Vasily obviously read her face, for he said, “Don’t worry, Ms Perkins. No-one will know who you are. As far as they’re concerned, you’re just some whore I’ve hired for the evening.”
You despicable little man, Patricia thought. But she mustn’t say it. “You brought me here under false pretences,” she protested.
Vasily gave her his queer little smile. “You thought it was going to be a cosy evening with just the two of us, Ms Perkins? You underestimate me.”
Yes, Patricia thought. She had badly underestimated just how far Vasily was prepared to go. Was it too late to back down? She had to play for time. “What if I refuse to go along with this?”
Vasily shrugged. “Deal or no deal,” he said. “It’s a simple choice.”
Not knowing what to say or do, Patricia’s head was still full of those fateful words. “By any means necessary.”
She followed Vasily inside, where a woman dressed all in black was waiting. “I will leave you in Natasha’s capable hands,” Vasily said. “But remember, Ms Perkins, this is not difficult. Behave to the fullest extent of your capabilities, and we will have a done deal.”
“By any means necessary.”
Patricia followed in the slipstream of Natasha’s perfume, down a spiral staircase. She was taken to a small room and offered a drink, which she declined, thinking that whatever else, she still needed to have her wits about her.
“Don’t worry,” Natasha said. She had a heavy accent which Patricia couldn’t quite place. “It is quite safe. No-one will recognize you.”
“Are you sure?” Patricia didn’t know if she could trust Natasha any more than she could trust Vasily, but she had to ask.
“Men are simple creatures,” Natasha said. “Once you are naked, you will be no more than piece of fuck meat for them. You will have blindfold, and they will have no interest in you except as as their plaything. Boys and their toys, yes?”
Patricia wasn’t sure if the prospect of a blindfold was comforting or terrifying. But, she would have to work that one out for herself. “How can you be sure of that?”
Natasha flashed her a winning smile. “Oh, I have been the sweetener in Vasily’s deals many times,” she said. “I have met the men who fucked me both before and after, and they have never given any indication they recognize me. This is the truth.”
Was it? Patricia had no way of knowing.
The woman smiled at her. “I do research for Vasily,” she said. “Your boss, he was regular visitor at club where you worked as stripper. Has he ever given any indication he recognizes you?”
“No.” Was this true? Still Patricia had no way of knowing, but mention of her boss brought those words back.
“By any means necessary.”
Patricia took a deep breath. “So what am I expected to do?”
Natasha gave a little laugh. “You are expected to do whatever the men want of you. But mostly they will be doing the doing.”
There was a gleam in Natasha’s eye. Either she was going to enjoy seeing Patricia done to, or she was remembering her own sessions. “And what will that involve exactly?”
“Who can say?”
This was hardly an answer, and it certainly wasn’t comforting.
Natasha continued, “You take clothes off for money in the past. This is not so different.”
But it was, of course it was. Back then Patricia had been a student, making ends meet; stripping, yes, but never crossing the line. Now she was supposed to be a rising star in the world of business. And yet here she was, contemplating selling herself for the sake of a deal. It was beneath her dignity. She could still back down, Patricia thought. They couldn’t force her to do this. It was her own decision ultimately. But was it?
“By any means necessary.”
“It seems a shame to have to undress you,” Natasha was saying. “When you have made effort.”
“Undress?”
“Of course,” Natasha replied, her tone of voice indicating this was so obvious as to be beyond dispute. Her hands were already gripping Patricia’s top, pulling it over her head. Patricia tried to remind herself that she didn’t have to do this, but at the back of her mind she knew that she’d made her decision before she set foot in the house, regardless of how much she’d been kept in the dark about the true nature of the visit.
Besides, the feel of Natasha’s hands as she removed the top, undid Patricia’s bra, unzipped her skirt and pulled her panties down, caused a ripple of excitement to run through her. As bonkers as this was, Patricia’s body was reacting to the situation.
“You may keep stockings and shoes,” Natasha decided. “Men will like that. Men always do.”
Yes, Patricia thought, men did.
But when Natasha went to a corner of the room and retrieved a collar and leash, Patricia felt herself recoil inwardly. “What’s that?” she said.
Natasha smiled. “Little whores need to be kept on a leash,” she said. “For the rest of the evening you are nothing but a little whore.”
Patricia felt that she should protest. But then the truth descended on her once again. She was selling herself for the sake of this deal. She’d already let Vasily fuck her. She’d already turned herself into a whore. If she pulled back now, she’d have done it for nothing. Meekly she let Natasha fix the collar round her neck and attach the leash.
She didn’t protest at all when Natasha produced the black fabric that would serve as a blindfold. It was the one thing that would preserve her anonymity, after all. As everything went dark, the blindfold tied securely, Patricia asked herself one last time if she was really prepared to go through with this. As before, those fateful words bounced round her skull.
“By any means necessary.”
“Come!” Natasha said. Patricia felt a slight tightening of the collar and moved, following Natasha, hearing one door open, then after a short walk, hearing another door open. As she heard the chatter of voices, Patricia almost lost her nerve, but suddenly she was moving forwards again, hearing Vasily’s loud voice.
“Ah!” he exclaimed, causing the chatter to subside. “Here is the beautiful Natasha with the evening’s entertainment; the dirty whore who is yours to be used however you like, for as long as the effects of those little pills last.”
Oh shit, Patricia thought. She should have guessed, she should have known, she should have asked. She had no idea how many men were in the room, and with potency enhancing pills, who knew when or where this would end. Had she really agreed to this? She supposed she had, in a manner of speaking.
“By any means necessary.”
A foreign sounding voice she didn’t recognize was making itself heard. “She had better be worth it. I’m paying a million bucks for that ass. Where I come from, I can buy 3 hours of ass for 30 dollars.”
There was laughter. Patricia felt very glad she was blindfolded. The man’s words made her ashamed of herself. As a student she’d done what she had to to get by, but she’d never felt as cheap as she did now.
“Oh I’m sure the whore will provide complete satisfaction,” Vasily was saying.