The Slut Inside Pt. 03

TERREN

Since my girl was off to the office so early this morning, I was able to stop at her apartment for a couple of quick things. I was surprised how easy it was to get the man from the front office to let me in, I'd have to do something about that later. It wasn't safe for her here. Her place was very cozy, I would expect nothing less from her. I couldn't wait to let her design her space at my house when it was time.

I headed into her bedroom and started trying to find exactly the right angle for the small camera I had brought with me. Thankfully she had some plants hanging in the corner of the ceiling across from her bed, fake too. With that done, I opened that little bedside table of hers and left a set of beaded nipple clamps and a small jeweled buttplug. I hope she liked her gifts.

I noticed her laptop on the corner of the desk and cracked it open out of curiosity. No password? Tut tut! I quickly scanned her browser history to see what my girl has been up to, and I find a treasure trove of porn history. I click one at random, so I can share this with her. It's a short one, a girl bound in a BDSM room, a faceless man taking his time fondling her ass, telling her he's going to train her. My cock stiffens, and I decide I can take the time to deal with it now. I stroke myself hard as the video continues, the man spanking the girl now, then putting her on all fours, using all manner of anal toys. Is this what my girl wants me to do to her? I'd love to work up to it, using every part of her that she surely wants me to have. The man is holding a massive vibrator to the girl's dripping wet pussy now, a giant plug firmly in her ass, and she screams as she cums for him. I imagine it's Dani and climax so hard I see stars.

It takes a minute to come back to my senses and I hastily clean up after myself, putting everything back the way it was. I check the camera feed on my phone once more, and head to work.

DANI

I'm frozen with his hand on my knee and that intent look in his eyes is making me feel... very conflicted. He's finished rambling for the moment, waiting for me to give him an answer and I realize I don't have a definitive one, just a million questions.

"Nick, first off, how dare you talk to me and about me like I'm just some... thing you and your wife can haggle over?? We work together, this is going to be so uncomfortable going forward. Did you think about MY feelings at ALL before putting me in this position?!"

The more that comes out of my mouth, the more my temper rises. I've had it with these men having such a sense of entitlement to me and my body and my time recently. I'm over it and throw the truck door open and jump out, walking as fast as I can to... well shit. He'd stopped on a street in a neighborhood I don't recognize. I hear him get out too, and he's calling out to me. He's apologizing, offering to take me back to the office and then he'll leave me alone. As much as I don't trust him, I'm not really sure where I am and my cell is getting crappy reception, so I reluctantly get back in the truck and true to his word we go back to the office.

I quickly pack up my computer and the client files I'll need for the rest of the week and go home. Once I get to my apartment, I turn the handle without thinking and the door swings in. Was I really so distracted that I didn't lock it on my way out this morning? Damn. Throwing myself together a quick lunch and settling at my desk, I notice everything feels slightly... off somehow. I can't quite put my finger on what it is, but I'm willing to chalk it up to Nick's bullshit fraying my nerves and finish up the afternoon's work.

I realize I'm in desperate need of distraction, and with a feeling that I'm probably making a mistake, pick up my phone to send a text.