The Bet Pt. 02

Zane had to hold back a laugh as he walked into Claire's office the next day. Bingo. Bullseye. It looked like he had scored a direct hit.

To the untrained eye, it might look like the lovely, confident woman behind the desk had the same dismissive expression of hate and disgust she had always worn when looking at Zane. But he knew better. There was an obsessive edge in her eyes now. Claire still hated him, but after he had questioned her choice in men, she also felt like she had something to prove. An axe to grind. And that was why Zane was here today. He wanted to strengthen that reaction and mold it to his purposes.

That was exactly why he had sent his audacious request to Claire last night.

"Mr. Kruger," said Claire icily, "Welcome. Before we continue, I want to address the inappropriate remarks you made about my personal life yesterday. Let me make one thing perfectly clear. In order for me to work on this project, you and I need to have a professional relationship of utmost respect."

Zane sat heavily in the chair across from the beautiful, arrogant woman he planned to make his depraved submissive slut. She wouldn't be making demands from him soon... just asking sweetly. Begging. But for now, it didn't pay to be hasty. Pushing too hard too fast would spook her.

"I'm an unfiltered guy," said Zane in a flat voice, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his flabby chest. "I say what's on my mind. But I recognize that I run in social circles that might be a little less... polished than yours. So if you felt uncomfortable over what I said, then I'm sorry."

"You didn't make me uncomfortable," said Claire sharply, leaning forward on her elbows with an intense expression.

"Then what's the issue?" asked Zane, raising a questioning eyebrow.

Claire glared at him for a long moment, then blinked and shook her head, moving on quickly from the awkward exchange without even extracting a real apology from Zane. "... Anyway. I called you here today to give you some options for design elements. Let's get right to business."

Zane smiled and stroked his chin. "Excellent. I wanted to pick your brain on the design for my trophy case. I think that just having hooks in a glass case is a little, I don't know... boring? I was hoping you might have some fresh visual ideas."

Claire's face had hardened into an angry scowl as he talked, and Zane had to repress a smirk. Claire really was too predictable.

"I made myself quite clear in my response to your insane suggestion last night," snapped Claire, playing with a lock of hair distractedly as she stared daggers at the infuriating man across from her. "I'm not designing anything of the sort for you. You can commission someone with looser morals to build your disgusting monument to misogyny after I'm finished. I won't have any part in it."

Zane's smile was wide and toothy as a shark's. Perfect. This was exactly what he wanted. A firmly drawn line in the sand that he could pressure Claire to cross. Submission was a state of mind, and some women had never learned that way of thinking. Claire was a prime example. She had always insulated herself from strong, dominant men, never putting herself in a position where she had to bend to someone else's will. Zane would need to patiently teach her how to surrender.

You couldn't rush to sexual submission first. That would flow naturally once Claire learned to give in to Zane's desires in other ways. This was why he had sent Claire a design request he knew she would refuse. It would be Claire's first lesson in submitting to him when she finally gave in and accepted the request she had so firmly refused.

"My room is supposed to reflect my style," said Zane calmly, "and also be functional for my everyday life. This trophy case is important to me. It represents who I am. I'm not asking you to like it, but if you're designing a bedroom for someone like me, you had to have known sex would be involved."

Claire stared him dead in the eye across her desk, her gaze blazing with contempt. "Zane, read my lips. I am not going to design a special case for you to display the underwear of women you tricked into having sex with you. It's not going to happen."

Zane stared back at her, sparks flashing between them in a battle of wills. Zane could see that there was no way Claire would give in today. He hadn't expected her to, and honestly, he would have been a little disappointed if she had. He always had enjoyed a good chase.

"We can table the question for now," said Zane decisively. Claire opened her mouth angrily to say that tabling the discussion wasn't necessary, but Zane raised a finger and cut her off... a victory in and of itself. "Ah! We won't get any further with this discussion today, I think. Let's sleep on it. In the meantime, I would like you to keep a space open for the trophy case in your design, even if you don't end up designing it."

Claire took in a deep breath, then let it out in a frustrated sigh. "Ok. Fine. We can talk about it at our next meeting, where I'll tell you again that I won't do it. Now... as I mentioned, I have some options for design elements that I would like your opinion on. Alright?"

Zane enjoyed the fact that Claire was now asking his permission rather than pushing forward confidently. The cracks were already starting to show.

"That sounds lovely," he said with a little smirk, settling back into his chair once again.

...

When Dan got home that evening, Claire didn't come to the door to greet him. She wasn't in the bedroom either. It was a little strange. No matter how busy she was, Claire usually made a point to connect with him after he got home, at least for a few minutes.

He found her in the next most likely place: she was at her desk in her home office, muttering irritably to herself as she sketched on her tablet.

Last night had been a little strange, and Dan had to admit he was getting concerned. When he got home, Claire had been dressed in a tight, slutty little outfit, which was unusual all by itself. She had flirted with him aggressively in a way that left him equally bewildered and aroused. And then, for reasons that Dan still didn't quite understand, she had got... annoyed? And despite that annoyance, she had demanded a kind of rough sex she normally didn't like.

It didn't add up. And Dan was a little worried about what might be driving these sudden shifts in behavior. He approached his wife silently from behind and laid a hand on her shoulder.

She jumped with a gasp and closed the tablet, but not before Dan saw the project label in the top corner: Zane Kruger, Bedroom. Dan felt a prickle of anxiety. It was just a bedroom design, right? Why was she acting almost guilty for working on it?

"God! Don't scare me like that!" said Claire huffily. She sighed and raked her fingers through her lovely, dark hair, losing a little of the tension from her body. "... Sorry. I guess I'm all over the place today. I didn't hear you come in." She wrapped one arm around him and pressed her head into his side in a half-hug.

"You've been working too hard lately," said Dan, rubbing a hand over his wife's tense shoulders. "What you need right now is a glass of wine and some mindless TV, not more work."

"Honey, I..." she began reluctantly, staring sidelong at her tablet with an odd expression of annoyance mixed with longing. She let out an explosive breath. "You know what? You're right. A glass of wine sounds perfect. I'll meet you at the couch."

As Dan uncorked the wine, his mind was racing. Zane. It had to be. Whatever plans Zane was trying in order to seduce Claire were having some sort of effect on her. It still seemed impossible that Zane could succeed, but even the fact that he was influencing Claire's behavior at all was disturbing. Dan had worried in the past that Zane might succeed at his perverse bet, but it had felt like a terrifying, but impossible fantasy. Like imagining that a meteor would randomly fall and kill you dead. Or wondering what would happen if the bridge beneath you were to randomly collapse while driving. A horrible thought, but not something you actually expected to happen.

Dan had avoided bringing Zane up to his wife the past few weeks, even though he knew she had begun work on his project. He thought it would be better not to call more attention to the sleazy pornographer than was necessary. Besides, he assumed that no news was good news.

But now, it felt important to dig a little into what was going on with that situation. If only for his peace of mind.

As they curled up into their usual positions on the couch and Claire took a big sip of wine, Dan casually asked, "So... how is that project for Zane going?"

Claire almost choked and came up coughing from the swallow. She gave her husband a sidelong glare, then, when she finally got herself back under control, she said guardedly, "He's exactly what I thought he was. A rude, arrogant, misogynistic pig. So, I suppose just about as badly as I expected."

Dan was relieved to hear that, but also a little confused. It was clear that Zane had done nothing to endear himself to Claire over the past couple of weeks. She still hated the slimy little jerk as much as ever... so why did she seem frustrated and distracted lately? What was up with her strange sexual outburst last night? Coincidence?

"Well, if he's bothering you, you could always just decline the job. We're doing fine with money right now," he said casually. That would actually be the ideal solution. It would frustrate whatever plan Zane had, and more importantly, it would do so without requiring Dan to admit the perverse bet he had been pressured into.

Unfortunately, Dan could tell instantly that he had said the exact wrong thing. Claire stiffened beside him, her lips drawing into a thin, angry line. "He's not bothering me, Dan," she snapped. "A little worm like him doesn't have the ability to bother me. I don't need to run away the first time a man acts like an asshole. I'm a big girl, and I can deal with a slimeball like Zane no problem."

'Oh, I know you can," said Dan hurriedly, squeezing his wife's thigh reassuringly, "I was just saying that if Zane is..."

"I don't want to talk about Zane anymore," said Claire firmly."'Let's watch some TV like you said."

After a few minutes of watching TV silently, Claire unwound a little, but she still had that same air of prickly annoyance all evening, and when Dan tried to kiss her that night on the way to bed, she turned so that his lips contacted her cheek instead of her lips.

"I need to catch up on some work," she said coolly. "You should get some rest. I might get to bed late, so don't wait up."

Zane watched her head back to her home office with worried eyes. There was definitely something going on with her, and Dan was just now realizing he didn't know enough about Zane's methods to understand what his plan even was.

...

About an hour later, Dan lay in bed, doing a little research.

Now that it was becoming clear that Zane's plans were having an effect on Claire, it was important that Dan understand his enemy. And luckily for him, Zane had published a sort of online playbook that Dan could sneak a peek at.

"Freaks in the Sheets" looked just as trashy as the name implied. Zane's porn site had an aesthetic of lurid neon lights against velvety blackness. The premise of the site was simple: Zane's performers weren't porn stars, allegedly at least. They were normal, average women who had been tempted away from their everyday life by the lure of sexual debauchery.

It was an interesting concept, although Dan assumed that it had to be bullshit. Zane probably just hired amateur porn stars who weren't widely recognizable and sold them to the public as girls-next-door to increase the taboo appeal. But even if it was all fake, the sorts of things that Zane wrote about the performers on the website would hopefully tell Dan a lot about how Zane thought these types of seductions should work in theory.

It wasn't necessary for Dan to pay for an account to browse through the performer profiles, which were part of the "free tour'. Which was lucky, because Claire monitored their bank statements closely. There was a high chance she would notice if he paid for a porn subscription.

Dan scrolled through the profiles. Each had a gorgeous woman staring at the camera with a smile, wearing either lingerie, a skimpy bikini, or nothing, with an arm strategically covering their breasts.

Clicking into a few of the profiles, Dan found that many of the women were married, and a good number of them had been highly-paid professionals like Claire before entering the world of porn. Or so Zane claimed at least. But it was harder than he thought to find useful information in the small blurbs about the various women. It usually just briefly commented that Zane had "taught them how to be a slut", or "put them in their place", or other degrading language, before encouraging the reader to "watch their videos to find out more!".

Dan couldn't help feeling a little aroused by the content of the website, even as it made him uncomfortable. It was a compelling fantasy, even if it was dark and twisted. That an ugly, crass man like Zane had some sort of irresistible sexual magnetism. That something about him could turn proud women into sluts, desperate for his cock.

Dan scrolled a little further down, then his eyes went wide. It felt like he had been dunked in ice water. He couldn't believe what he was looking at.

It was Leah. Unmistakably. Staring at the camera with her usually confident, toothy grin, and dressed in angelic white lacy lingerie, her signature honey-blonde braid trailing down over one shoulder. There wasn't even a fake pornstar name; "Leah" was printed right there next to the erotic picture.

It wasn't possible. Dan's mouth was suddenly dry, and perversely, his cock was suddenly throbbing, tenting up the sheets. Leah had been a friend of his in college. And also the subject of a desperate, embarrassing crush for him from freshman year up through graduation. It wasn't until he met and began dating an amazing woman like Claire after college that Dan was able to fully get over her. Despite being utterly in love with his wife, Dan still kind of kicked himself for not making a move on Leah during freshman year. By the time he finally got up his courage, Leah was already dating an older guy. The man she eventually married.

Right. Leah was fucking married. And had a kid. Dan had fallen out of touch with her after her wedding, but he still saw updates from her occasionally on social media.

And, most importantly, Leah had always hated Zane. They had both been members of the same loose friend group, but Leah had made frequent complaints to Dan about how obnoxious Zane was during college, and it may have been because of Zane that Leah eventually drifted away to hang out more often with her boyfriend's social circle during senior year.

Dan clicked into the page for Leah on the porn site, feeling both oddly numb and pulsing with arousal at the same time. He scanned the short blurb with uncomprehending eyes.

"This one is close to my heart... an old friend from college! Little Leah never used to be able to stand yours truly when we hung out on campus, and I've got to admit it hurt my feelings. So when I happened to run into this hot little married slut years later, I couldn't resist turning her into my personal whore. Leah started out wanting nothing to do with me, but by the time I got done with her... well, you'll just have to watch her videos to find out!"

Dan unconsciously pressed the "Watch Here" button, but was taken immediately to a payment screen. With a grunt of annoyance, he exited the page and tossed his phone onto his nightstand. He lay back in bed, staring up at the ceiling with a new sense of panic rising in his heart.

Maybe it was a trick, or Photoshop, or something. The Leah Dan had known was a smart and snarky woman who didn't take shit from anyone (he had always had a thing for strong-willed women). If Zane had somehow managed to lure or trick her into a sexual relationship, even though she hated him... Well, the parallels with Claire were troubling.

Dan decided to put Leah out of his mind for now. Maybe he could try to snoop on social media and see if there were any hints that she had actually been corrupted by Zane. Right now, he needed to focus closer to home: working on a way to fight back against whatever influence Zane was having on his wife.

When the idea came to him, it felt obvious. Whatever plans Zane was working on, it clearly involved frustrating Claire and getting her mentally wrapped up in the project he had hired her to work on. The best way to counteract Zane's plan would be to take Claire's mind off work and reconnect with her. Break the focus on Zane that his former friend was trying to foster.

That was an excellent plan: a date. A chance for Claire to unwind and unplug. And Dan knew just where to take her. Claire had been so tense tonight, Dan had felt it in her shoulders. Claire had a favorite ritzy spa she went to when the mood struck her, and Dan knew they had couples' packages. They had gone for the day a few years ago for Valentine's, and although it wasn't Dan's favorite thing in the world, he knew Claire had loved it. In fact, she still occasionally brought it up to him as something they should do again sometime. A day of couples' massages and skin treatments would be a great way to soothe Claire's annoyance and frustrations, and hopefully get her mind off the slimy little man trying to seduce her.

...

"You told me to update you if there were any big changes in her upcoming schedule," said Perlah's soft, hesitant voice over the phone, "I know this one isn't a work thing, but I thought you might want to know."

Zane scratched his cheek pensively with one finger, staring into the distance. "You did exactly the right thing by calling, sweetie," he said thoughtfully. "Let me know about any changes like this in her schedule from now on."

"Z, I was thinking that maybe we could get together again sometime soon?" Asked Perlah plaintively. "It feels like you've been so busy lately."

Zane chuckled. "Soon. I promise, sweetie. Speaking of busy, I'll have to call you back later. Night."

"Night, Z," said the cute little assistant with a clear tone of disappointment. Zane set down his phone and looked out the window of his bedroom into

So... Claire and Dan were going out on a date. It was an obvious countermove to Zane's strategy of frustrating and fascinating Claire. But Dan still didn't know who he was playing against.

The date was happening this coming Friday. Zane's schedule was quite flexible as his own boss. He could be free all day... Free to pop up wherever Claire and Dan went to try to get away from him, with a beautiful woman on his arm. Dan wanted this date to take Claire's mind off Zane, but he was about to discover how badly that plan could backfire. Zane was going to crash their romantic little getaway and make sure that Claire had no chance to put him out of her mind.

But every detail needed to be perfect. Zane wanted to be there with a hottie on his arm who would get under Claire's skin...

But why settle for just psyching out one member of the lovely couple? If Dan had grown some balls and was attempting to fight back against Zane's plans, then it was time for him to learn how unpleasant it could be to fight a superior opponent like his former friend.

Zane had one slut in his contacts list that he knew was going to hurt poor Dan's feelings and also make Claire even more annoyed.

Zane grinned to himself as he looked up the right number to make the call. This was looking like it would be a fun day at the spa for them all.

...

"No way," said Claire with a wide smile, "that can't possibly be true."

"It is!" protested Dan emphatically, humorously playing it up a little. "Why would I lie about something like that? I've never had anyone but myself do anything to my toenails, let alone polish them, or whatever it is they do here."

"Your mom clipped them when you were a kid," said Claire confidently, with the air of a woman laying down a trump card.

"Not that I remember," replied Dan stubbornly, having fun with the playful, bantering fight.

Claire threw her head back and laughed. She looked... good. Relaxed. They were both in fluffy, comfortable robes, waiting patiently for the pedicure session that was part of the all-inclusive couple's package that Dan had purchased.

It had been a lot harder to convince Claire to come today than Dan thought it would be. Even he hadn't realized how stressed out and wrapped up in her work his wife had become. But, in the end, he had managed to persuade her to come, and even managed the more difficult task of convincing her to leave her phone in the locker with her clothes.

She looked better already. Her eyes twinkled as she reached out and threaded her fingers through Dan's, her smile warm and loving as she said, "Well, here's to exploring new experiences together then."

Dan was just congratulating himself on doing the exact thing that his wife needed when disaster struck, in the form of a brash, obnoxious voice splitting the hushed relaxation of the pedicure room.

"Hey, hey! My two favorite lovebugs! Fancy seeing you here!"

Claire stiffened with horror, all of the stress and annoyance dropping back onto her shoulders like a heavy weight right in front of Dan's eyes. They both turned to see Zane, looking squat, ugly, and confident as usual. His fluffy robe was open almost to the belly button, showing off a crop of frizzy blonde chest hair.

But, although he could tell all of Claire's hateful focus was drawn by Zane, Dan found himself distracted immediately by the woman on Zane's arm.

Leah.

It had been a long time since Dan had seen her, but even years later, after they were both married, Dan suddenly felt like the same tongue-tied kid, charmed and dazzled by the snarky, feisty girl he met on his freshman dorm floor.

Motherhood had changed her body a little of course. He probably shouldn't have, but Dan realized instantly that Leah's hips and butt looked a bit wider and fuller now... her tits just the slightest bit bigger. It was easy to make the comparison when he had spent so many nights fantasizing about her body back in college. But her honey-blonde hair, worn in her usual braid, was the same, and so was her smile, toothy and genuine, with always just a hint of mean-spirited teasing in it, no matter the context.

And her eyes were the same, too. Sharp. Hazel. Lively.

"Hey, Danny boy," said Leah with a wink, her arm threaded through Zane's. "Long time no see."

...

Claire had opened her mouth to angrily address Zane, who was quickly becoming a sort of nemesis to her, but she halted in confusion, glancing over at her husband's stunned face, then up to Leah with a frown.

"Wait," she said, her brows wrinkling, "aren't you..."

"Nice to see you again, Claire," said Leah flippantly. "I'm not surprised you don't remember me that well. I was pretty busy on the only day we met."

Grace looked over to Dan for help, and he flushed red, murmuring, "Ummm, it's Leah, sweetie. We went to her wedding."

Claire's mouth fell open as she turned back to Leah, noting the glittering gold ring still proudly displayed on her finger as she cuddled up to a man who definitely wasn't her husband.

Jesus. How low could this man possibly sink? Well, Claire would give him one thing, he had a talent for sniffing out sluts, apparently even if those sluts were married. She turned deliberately away from Leah, already mentally writing her off, and back to Zane.

"Mr. Kruger," she said coldly, "I don't appreciate you following me around outside of work."

Zane chuckled, his hand slipping down to rest on Leah's round butt and idly squeezing. Next to Claire, Dan, for some reaso, n cleared his throat and fidgeted in his seat, but Claire didn't have time to babysit her husband right now.

"Awwww, come on, Claire Bear," said Zane jovially, "You aren't the only one who likes a spa day every now and then. It's a coincidence. Besides, is it so wrong for us to hang out as friends? We practically have a little college reunion going on here."

That was right... now Claire remembered. Dan had talked about his old college friend Leah before. Based on his guarded speech, Claire had easily inferred there had been deeper feelings there at some point, but she was mature enough not to feel jealous about things like that. In any case, that must be why Dan looked sick to his stomach now. It would be hard to see any friend with Zane like this, let alone someone you once had feelings for.

"No, Zane," said Claire, a little heat creeping into her voice. "As my husband made very clear last time he spoke with you, you are no longer a family friend. Just a business contact." Claire could tell based on the wide smile on Zane's face that something was wrong. She glanced over to Dan in confusion. Her husband now wore a sheepish expression of guilt.

"Reeeeeally?" asked Zane, voice dripping with amusement. "So Dan told you that he broke off our friendship? I don't remember having any sort of discussion like that."

Claire snorted in derision. Of course Dan had told Zane their friendship was over. He had told her as much. Right?

"Babe... maybe I didn't say those words exactly. But I think the context of our conversation made it pretty clear that..." said Dan nervously.

Claire put her head in her hands, unable to even look at Dan right now. She had been going toe-to-toe with Zane's rudeness for weeks, and Dan hadn't even had the balls to face up to him for one fucking conversation. She stood up. Dan reached for her hand, but she slapped it away, breathing heavily. She didn't want to be around Zane, but right now, she didn't want to be near her husband either. Without a word, she strode to the other side of the room and sat in an unoccupied chair, staring daggers across the room. Dan gave her a wide-eyed, pleading, apologetic expression as Leah and Zane sat next to him.

Let them have their little college reunion. The prick, the slut, and the wimp. She had no desire to be part of that company.

...

"So, things are going well for you, I hope?" asked Leah sweetly as the spa employees knelt at their feet, buffing and clipping and massaging. "I mean, besides today, of course. Jeez, wifey seems a little mad, doesn't she?"

Dan still felt off balance from seeing his old friend, let alone just casually chatting. This was the woman he had pined after for so long that her face felt burned into his brain forever, even after finding the love of his life. It felt bizarre to talk to her again, especially after his discovery the other day. Leah might be producing porn with Zane, a man she used to hate. And now here she was, arriving arm-in-arm with Zane without shame. It had to be a misunderstanding. Or some sort of trick.

"I... well, everything is going just fine," he said shakily. He glanced across the room to his wife, sitting all alone, her lovely face like a thundercloud as the technician worked on her nails. "How are things going for you? You're right, it's been forever since we talked."

"Things are great," said Leah happily. As she spoke, Zane's fat hand reached over from where he sat on her other side, gently massaging her thigh. "Bella is starting kindergarten in the fall. I'll have to show you a picture, she's growing up to look just like her Dad. But cuter obviously. Bill just got the promotion he's been after, and my career has really been taking off as well."

Dan watched with fascinated horror as Zane's pudgy hand rubbed higher and harder, slipping beneath Leah's robes. Then, with a sharp movement, she stopped him, her wedding ring glittering on her finger as she grabbed his wrist. Even though it was silly, Dan felt a wave of relief. He had misunderstood after all. Zane was trying to fake him out by making him think he had converted Leah into some sort of slut, but this was actually some sort of platonic day out for them. He should have known better. Why would she gush about her husband and daughter while openly hanging out with her lover?

But his blood ran cold and his relief drained away when he heard Leah whisper, "Down Boy! Not in front of everyone. Wait until you get me alone in the couple's massage room... I have a little surprise for you."

It was low enough to keep the room from hearing, but Leah seemed to make no attempt to hide it from Dan, rolling her eyes and giving him a wry smile as if to say "this guy... right?"

Oh God. It was true. Leah wasn't just here with Zane. She was here... with Zane. Even with all the evidence before now, Dan hadn't quite believed it. But as Leah leaned over and gave Zane a brief, but tongue-heavy kiss to tide him over, he couldn't deny the truth any longer.

For some reason, he felt his cock stir beneath his fluffy robes.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably and tried to change the subject. "So, um... your career is doing well? Baking, right?"

Leah laughed, her lips quirking up at the corner in a way that Dan was all too familiar with. The smile that meant that he was the butt of the joke. "No, I gave up baking about a year back. I've taken up a new career that I find much more... fulfilling."

Dan's mouth was dry, and Leah's hazel eyes bored into his. He felt the question bubbling up inside him, unable to be stopped. And he could tell that Leah, his old friend, his crush that he still carried a flickering torch for even after moving on long ago... she wouldn't hold back. She would proudly tell him every filthy detail. No matter how devastating and arousing that would be for him.

But he was saved at the last second. Dan had been so wrapped up in the conversation with Leah that he hadn't realized the pedicure had wrapped up, and the spa employee guiding the couple's day announced that they would be moving on to the sauna experience, which, of course, would be separated by gender.

Dan had been hoping to catch his wife and apologize, but Claire followed the guide quickly, her face still annoyed, not even glancing back.

"It was good catching up, Danny," said Leah with a smile as they stood. Without warning, she pulled him into a close hug. Even with the thick robes, Dan couldn't help but think about the fact that they were both naked beneath them. "We'll have to do this again sometime. Soon." With that, she waved and followed the rest of the women out of the room, leaving Dan with Zane, who gave him an aggressive thump on the back. "Looks like it's just you and me for now, buddy," he said with a manic grin, "And I think it's about time you and I caught up as well."

...

The guide told the half dozen men entering the sauna that they could choose to keep or remove their robes.

Dan chose to keep his on, but Zane instantly whipped his off without a care in the world as he plopped down onto one of the wooden benches.

It felt like a power move, and Dan instantly wondered if maybe he should have removed his as well. He couldn't now, obviously. It would look like he was trying to copy Zane.

He tried hard not to look at what Zane was packing between his legs, but, well, it was extremely... present. Zane cock swung thick and long between his legs even when soft, radiating the dormant power of an elephant's trunk. Even with the briefest glance before his eyes flicked away, Dan knew immediately why Zane had no problem whipping off his towel. He might not measure up in looks to the rest of the guys in the room, but he had nothing to be ashamed of beneath that robe.

"So!" said Zane, slapping the bench next to him to indicate that Dan should have a seat. "Let's talk. I'm sure you're eager for a little progress update on our bet."

Dan sat gingerly as Zane lounged back, his piggy little eyes gleaming with smug assurance, his thick cock hanging long and soft between his spread legs. "No. I don't really have any interest in..." protested Dan.

Zane cut him off with a snicker. "Really? You aren't curious about how close I am to claiming your wife's sweet pussy? Well, buddy, I really shouldn't be giving away free info to the enemy, but the answer is closer than you think."

Dan flushed red in the hot, steamy air. This bastard was so cocky. He remembered again why he had made this stupid bet in the first place. It would be so satisfying when Zane lost. He couldn't just let Zane taunt him and Claire like this. "Not from what I've seen," he fired back angrily. "Claire hates you even worse than she did when you started! You're moving backward, dumbass."

Zane just shook his head with a pitying look. "Is that what it looks like to you? God, sometimes I wonder how you landed a fox like Claire. You're lucky she likes Betas, dude."

Dan was so stunned that he couldn't even respond to the open insult before Zane continued. "I mean, the proof is in the pudding, bud. I used the exact same method to claim the pussy you weren't man enough to win. Remember, sweet little Leah used to hate me too."

Dan was speechless with a sort of weak, helpless rage. His eyes flicked down and then away again to see that Zane's cock had started to grow.

"She liked you a lot more than me..." continued Zane in a taunting voice, "and where did that affection get you? Clapping and smiling like a good little boy while she married a bigger, better man."

"That's right," said Dan, trying to regain his footing while Zane seemed determined to trample over him verbally. "She's married. That's awful. How could you?"

Zane gave him a blank look, and slapped his knee as if Dan had just made the funniest joke in the world. "Is that supposed to be some half-assed condemnation, or are you literally curious about my methods?" He asked in a sneering, fake-cheerful voice. He suddenly leaned forward, getting uncomfortably close.

"It was easy... Leah was doing this baking class at her local community center, and anyone was welcome to join. So I did. And do you think that I spent my time sucking up to her and trying to make her like me?"

Zane's pale blue eyes seemed to almost glow with wicked delight in the dim, steamy room. "Of course fucking not. I pissed her off every chance I got. I fucked my way through every married suburban milf in her class. I made myself an irritating, unforgettable nuisance while showing off my dominant nature every chance I got. She hated me worse and worse every day. And with all that tension and frustration in her mind... while her body absorbed all the signs of a powerful, virile male... Well, tension needs relief at some point. She snapped, just the way I wanted her to. Our hands all over each other. Kneading that ass like bread dough. Letting her sample my baguette. Doing my best to pop a bun in her oven... I could go on all day, I've got a million of 'em. That's the difference between you and me, pussy. You jerk off and cry and worry about how bad you want a girl, then watch another guy take her away from you... And I see that same hot piece of ass, I make a plan, and I get that fucking pussy. Simple as that. Anyway, I sent Leah home to hubby with big floury handprints all over her chest and that luscious milf ass. Mission fucking accomplished"

"Her husband... You broke up a happy marriage," said Dan, suddenly aware of an erection pressing against the front of his robe. God, he was glad now that he hadn't removed it.

"Did I?" asked Zane, raising an eyebrow with a cocky grin. "I still see a ring on her finger, don't you? She wasn't just bullshitting when she talked about her and Bill."

Dan shook his head, unable to understand what Zane meant. "But... if you and Leah are... Then why are they still together?"

"Well, buddy," said Zane with a chuckle, laying his head back on the bench above and closing his eyes, luxuriating in the infernal heat, "I would tell you alllll about what happens to inferior men after I claim their wives... but I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise."

Dan stared at him questioningly, but it seemed like Zane was done talking.

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

...

Claire couldn't help but sneak a little peek at Leah's body as they both removed their robes. The short blond was carrying a little extra weight around her hips and butt, but she wore it well. The kind of heft that drew male attention.

Claire tried to sit on her own, but, annoyingly, Leah followed and sat right beside her, settling in and sighing with pleasure from the moist heat. They sat in silence for a long few minutes, Claire prickly and annoyed, Leah comfortable and relaxed, at least on the surface.

"You can ask, you know," said Leah eventually in a languid, drawling voice, crossing her thighs to bounce one foot lazily in the air. "I'm not embarrassed to talk about it, and I can tell you're curious."

"I have no idea what you mean," said Claire stiffly, crossing her arms tightly over her impressive chest in a defensive gesture.

"I mean," said Leah with a sharp grin, "You want to know why a woman is fucking a man like Zane."

Claire snorted and rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. That's no mystery to me. You have sex with that little troll because he pays you and you have zero self-respect. There's no other possible explanation for walking in with that pathetic pervert on your arm and not immediately dying of humiliation."

Leah took the withering barb with a soft laugh and a shake of her head. "I see a lot of myself in you, Claire," she said warmly. "I would have said the same thing a year ago. But I have plenty of self-respect. Why wouldn't I? I have the best of both worlds. A sweet, obedient husband at home and a dominant lover who knows how to make me cum my brains out."

"That's the difference between you and I," said Claire with a superior sneer. "I chose a good enough man that I don't need to seek out strange dick."

Leah gave her a knowing sidelong glance that made Claire's blood boil. "Did you though?" she asked slyly. "Is Danny really... scratching all your itches?"

Claire flushed, her face growing even hotter in the boiling room. Leah's little question hit a bit too close to home after their disappointing experiment with rough sex the other night. "You don't know me," she said in a low, dangerous voice, glaring at Leah. "Don't pretend you do."

"You're right," said Leah lightly. 'I don't know you that well, Claire. But I know your husband. Oh yes... I know Danny Boy very well. You know he had the most adorable crush on my all through college, right?"

Claire remained silent, and Leah nodded. "I can see the idea doesn't shock you at least. He thought he was sneaky about it, but everyone knew he had a thing for me. I could have picked up Dan any time I wanted. And I almost did. Let me tell you the story, Claire. It might make things a little... clearer. You don't need to say a thing. Just listen."

Claire thought about speaking up, or even just standing up and moving away. But she was curious despite herself. Dan was a good-looking, charming guy. If Leah was unattached, and knew Dan was interested, why had she rejected him?

"It was May of our freshman year," began Leah, shifting her wide butt a little on her seat, making her C cup breasts jiggle with the movement, and dislodging a trickle of sweat to run down her naked body from her collar bone down her soft belly between her legs. "The weather was warming up, so Dan and I and some of our other friends decided to do a little hike up to a quarry near our college. It was supposed to be pretty. Crystal clear water."

The attendant put another ladle of water on the coals, sending up a hissing cloud of steam as Leah went on. "Anyway, in the end, everyone cancelled except for Me and Danny. We went anyway, and we had a lot of fun. I knew he liked me, and we flirted back and forth on the way up to the quarry. And, even though I had hesitated in the past, I had such a good time and felt such nice chemistry with him that I said, hey, why not? I was ready to give him his shot."

Leah chuckled warmly at the memory. Maybe it was the intense heat and the odd vulnerability of her nudity, but Claire found herself totally absorbed in the story, holding on to every word.

"I've always been a bit of a tease," said Leah with a cheeky grin. "So when we reached the quarry, I worked the conversation around to wild things we had done... and specifically, skinny dipping. He said he had never done it, and neither had I. So without even asking him, I tore off my clothes and took the plunge, down into the cool, clear waters of the quarry. Totally nude, daring him to do the same."

Claire could imagine it. The first heat of summer. The deep blue sky. The adrenaline rush of young attraction. How must Dan have felt to see his crush flirting so brazenly? To catch a glimpse of her naked body as she jumped into the water?

"And to his credit, he did," said Leah with a laugh. "Stripped off his clothes and took the plunge to join me. We were both there, feet away from each other in the water. Totally naked and all alone, without another soul for miles. And you know what happened then?"

'What?" Claire asked, forgetting her disdain for Leah for just a moment in her curiosity.

Leah's smile dripped with mockery as she hissed, "Fucking nothing! Poor Danny boy was feet away from his desperate crush, wet and willing and naked, and he just floated there for a few awkward minutes with his teeth chattering, making small talk. I practically hung a sign over my head saying "come fuck me", and Dan was too much of a pussy to go for it."

Claire shook her head uneasily, looking away. "He was just young and nervous. Anyone can make a mistake." It reminded her uncomfortably of what had happened the other night, when Dan hadn't pursued her despite obvious signs.

"If he had taken me right then, had the balls to swim up and kiss me... I would have let him have me. Let him have anything he wanted. He could have thrust his cock deep in my tight, wet pussy all afternoon. And... Well, who knows what the future might have been? Maybe we would have been dating by the time we got back from the hike. Maybe I would be the one with his ring on my finger. But he didn't. And the week after that, I met Bill at a party. Dan was too much of a loser to take what he wanted. You know, I remember it clear as day: I saw his cock when we got out of the water. His stiff little prick could have cut glass. He could have fucked me silly with it right then and there, but he chose jerking off alone later instead. The safer choice. The beta choice. I'm sure he yanked that little hardon all night to the memory of how he could have fucked me... if he had only been man enough. That night and a hundred nights since then, I would guess."

Now that the story was over, Claire felt her anger flare up again. "Don't speak about my husband that way. Maybe he could be more assertive sometimes, but he's a wonderful man. Far superior in every way to a creep like Zane."

Leah just laughed again. "Listen, Claire. I know that a lot of things are subjective and based on preference, but don't say "every way." I know at least one way that Zane is far, far superior to poor Danny Boy. I saw your husband's cock when we got out of the water, remember?"

"Dan's just fine," snapped Claire irritably. "He's average."

"Why settle for second best?" said Leah mockingly. "Tell you what, Zane and I are booked in room 153 for the massage. Stop by and take a peek if you want to see the real difference between Zane and your husband."

"Why would I want to watch some whore sneaking around on her husband?" said Claire with a smirk, bringing out the big guns in her discomfort.

"Bill?" said Leah with a confused tilt of her head. "Oh, he knows I'm here. He even knows that I'm here with Zane. My husband is a cuck, darling."

Claire recoiled with a silent look of disgust, and for the first time, Leah looked mildly annoyed. "Don't knock it till you've tried it," she said sharply. "Anyway. Based on what I know about Danny, I think he might be a little more receptive to the idea that you are."

"How dare you?" said Claire furiously, finally rising from her bench. "My husband and I aren't hopeless perverts like you and Bill apparently are. Dan would never enjoy something like that."

"Are you sure?" Asked Leah calmly, her cool amusement apparently restored by Claire's outburst. "Here's a suggestion, sweetie... Tease Danny Boy a little next time you're in bed. Not about you, that would make it too obvious... about me. Ask him about the story I told you and about Zane and I's relationship, and see how he reacts. It might surprise you."

"I don't have to listen to this," said Claire in disgust, grabbing her discarded robe and turning to leave. She paused for one last second though. Leah wasn't a reliable source of information, but it couldn't hurt to ask.

"What is Zane's game exactly?" Claire asked sharply. "Why is he being such an asshole to me and Dan?" She was afraid that she already knew the answer, but she didn't want to say it. Didn't even want to think it.

In any case, Leah was no help. She simply smiled enigmatically and said, "Sorry darling, I could tell you... but I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise."

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

...

Claire stalked through the halls of the spa, glaring at any member of the staff who tried to assist her. Today was supposed to be a day of relaxation, but instead, she was more stressed and furious than ever.

Furious at Dan for lying to her. He had never told Zane that their friendship was off like he promised to. Couldn't even handle one moment of confrontation.

Furious at Leah for her smart mouth and her knowing eyes and the filthy implications of her words.

But most of all, furious at Zane for refusing to leave her alone. For pushing and pushing and needling her to the breaking point.

Technically, she was supposed to report to room 123 for her couples massage with Dan, but she wasn't sure that she wanted to see him right now.

Claire slowed and stopped in her tracks, a thoughtful look on her face. Leah had told her what room she and Zane would be in, and implied that it would be quite a show if she stopped by. Well... maybe she should. Not because she thought it would be erotic in the slightest, but just because the sad, disgusting sight of a troll like Zane trying to fuck a beautiful woman like Leah might give Eliza a mental image she could picture the next time Zane tried to act like a big shot. She was sure it would deflate his image in her mind and make it easier to treat him with contempt.

It was a crazy idea, but Claire had been having a crazy day, and it actually seemed like this might be a way to get a mental win over Zane. With a decisive step, Claire turned away from the rendezvous with her husband and made her way to her worst enemy's massage room instead.

By the time she reached the hallway with the massage rooms, Claire already knew that this was a bad idea. It was reckless, irrational, and she stood a high chance of getting caught. She considered herself a sharp, level-headed woman, and doing something like this was totally unlike her.

But, even with all those reasons clamoring in her head, something still drew her forward toward room 153. Her palms were sweaty, and her body jangled with nerves. As much as she hated to admit it, what drew her was a sort of desperation. Zane's mind games had succeeded in getting under her skin. She wasn't too proud to admit that much at least. It felt like every time they had a conflict or argument, Zane was somehow one step ahead of her, holding all the cards.

Of course, Claire knew instinctively what Zane's ultimate objective was. It was the same objective that every sleazy man she had ever met had shared. He wanted into her pants. That didn't shock Claire, although it did disgust her. That was obviously why he was always trying to flaunt his power and masculinity to her, and why she had brought a married slut with him today to parade around like a prize show hound. Claire had absolutely no anxiety that she might be tempted, of course. She wasn't the type of woman who could be tricked into sex.

But, even if his goal was eyerollingly impossible, that didn't mean that his games didn't bother her. He left her feeling flustered and off-kilter. He had made her feel uncomfortable about her relationship with Dan by making her think about what sex with a more dominant man would be like. And, frankly, he now occupied far too much real estate in her brain.

She needed something to recenter her opinion on Zane. A way to cut through his mind games and remind herself, consciously and subconsciously, that Zane was a disgusting little toad unworthy of her time or energy.

As crazy as it was to go and spy on his sexual rendezvous, Claire thought it was just what she needed. She would watch Zane's pathetic attempts to act like the "alpha males" he always harped on about, see his stocky little body, and all the mystique that Zane had been trying to build would drain instantly away. The next time he tried to act like a big shot, Claire would remember his pathetic attempts at sexual dominance and write off his bluster completely.

That was what pulled her forward as she reached the doorway marked. A stubborn belief that underneath it all, Zane had to be as unimpressive as she always assumed.

She took a deep breath and parted the curtain hanging across the doorway.

Inside, she expected to see the massage table, but it seemed that there was a small entryway room between the hallway and the massage area. Probably to ensure that there was no accidental exposure of the guests as the masseuses moved in and out. Neat trays of supplies and a small handwashing station sat along one wall, and opposite the door she entered was another curtained doorway... one that Claire could hear voices coming from.

"... pisses me off so bad about you, Z. You only ever think about yourself."

Claire crept closer to the curtain. She had definitely gotten the right room, that was that slut Leah's voice.

"Oh, please. Don't act like it's some sort of chore. You love it just as much as I do, you dirty slut."

Zane's voice made Claire's old familiar rage bubble up inside her. He sounded just as cocky and smug as ever. No one should speak to anyone else that way, even if they were a slut. Claire paused at the shrouding curtains, trying to judge how easy it would be to peek through them without being caught.

Leah scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Charming as always. How could I ever resist?"

"Resist... this?" Zane's voice was low and utterly confident. There was a long moment of silence.

"Fucking asshole..." murmured Leah quietly enough that Claire could barely hear it. Then... soft wet noises. Were they kissing? The thought sent a squirming sensation of complex discomfort through Claire's belly. Her ideal scenario was that she would discover that Zane was merely pressuring or paying Leah to act a part. That was what it had sounded like at first: Leah didn't sound like a submissive sex doll up until now. But how did kissing fit into that?

Claire needed to get a look. She took a chance and just barely parted the curtains enough for one eye to peek through. White hot shock flooded her body as she struggled to process what she saw.

Well... they weren't kissing. Leah lay on the massage table on her belly, her feet kicked up behind her, still shrouded in her robe. Zane, however, was totally naked as Leah messily slobbered all over his cock, glaring up at him with challenge in her eyes.

Zane had tossed aside his robe completely, and stood nude and proud, a hand on each hip as he enjoyed Leah's blowjob. In some ways, his body was just as disappointing as Claire had hoped. He was just as flabby and squat as he appeared with clothes on, with coarse golden body hair covering his chest and a round, soft belly.

But there was something unusual about the way he carried himself. Even when naked, he still had the supreme, annoying confidence that she had come to recognize. And it was no surprise why. Zane had the largest cock that Claire had ever seen in real life. And not just long: it looked perfectly formed. Girthy and arrow-straight, with a flared deep-pink mushroom head that naturally made Claire think about... stretching and spreading before she could stop herself.

Something about that thick rod of masculine flesh, pulsing slightly with Zane's heartbeat, instantly felt like it called to something deep inside Claire. Some deeper instinct, beneath her conscious disgust and frustration with Zane. The very fact she felt that magnetic pull disgusted her, and made her focus even harder on the flabby, unimpressive nature of the rest of Zane's body, and remind herself of what an annoying little shit he could be. But covering up that bone-deep reaction wasn't enough to extinguish it, and it continued to flicker deep in her mind. The sort of smoldering coal that might ignite a wildfire.

Her initial idea of just getting a quick, laughable image of Zane had already fallen by the wayside, yet she couldn't look away. Something about the strange, obscene act playing out in front of her was darkly fascinating.

Leah seemed to feel that same primal attraction to Zane's cock. She was truly worshipping the impressive dick Zane was proudly shoving into her face, licking and kissing every inch with obvious relish, despite her hateful eyes glaring up into Zane's cocky grin, covering every inch of his massive erection with shining saliva.

"Asshole?" said Zane with a chuckle, reaching down to grip Leah's thick braid in a fist and pulling her head upward to line up her mouth with the tip of his cock, "That can be arranged, sweetheart. You've become quite the accomplished rimmer since I started training you." Leah responded by raising on slim, manicured middle finger, but dropped her hands away, allowing Zane to thrust forward and begin fucking her face without resistance.

Zane raised an eyebrow. "Hmmm, so little Leah wants to act like a brat today huh? I like that. Makes it sweeter when you finally break down and beg for Daddy's cock later."

Leah didn't reply. But right now, she couldn't. Only wet sounds of submission rose from her mouth as Zane's thick powerful cock thrust inside over and over, making spit drip down her chin.

Claire watched with wide eyes and a look of horror on her face. God, this wasn't a blowjob. Zane was using Leah like a sex toy, thrusting his big cock in and out of her mouth while the curvy married woman obediently took it, the angry defiance in her eyes giving way to helpless, hazy lust. How could a woman allow someone to do this to them? How could Leah go from sneering a Zane one moment, to letting him fuck her mouth the next?

It made no sense. Claire couldn't look away.

Finally, Zane pulled Leah's dripping mouth off his cock, letting her gasp for breath, red faced. "You told me you have a surprise for me earlier," said Zane with amusement as Leah wiped her dripping mouth with the back of her hand and regained some of her composure.

Her eyes were sharp again as she looked up and said, "I did say that, didn't I? But then you started acting like a fucking prick. I'm not sure I want to show you the surprise anymore."

Claire's eyebrows crinkled in confusion. Earlier, Leah had made it sound like she was perfectly happy having sex with Zane, but now it sounded like she barely tolerated his presence... Well, it sounded like that, and then she slobbered all over his cock. Claire felt like she had whiplash. If Leah hated Zane so much, why would she submit to him sexually?

Zane gripped Leah's thick braid and pulled her upward, drawing a hiss of pain from her lips, then roughly kissed her. Leah didn't turn away, making a sound halfway between a moan and a snarl of frustration as her tongue tangled wetly with Zane's.

"Show me," commanded Zane in a flat, demanding voice as he pulled away, his eyes serious as they locked with the submissive wife on the table beneath him. Leah slapped Zane's hand away with an angry sigh, then slipped off the table and dropped her robes, revealing her soft, curvy body. She turned away from Zane, presenting her big, plush ass to both Zane and Claire, hidden behind the curtain.

Claire wasn't... completely immune to female charms, although she didn; t broadcast that fact publicly. People tended to assume certain things about women who appreciated both sexes, so Claire hadn't even told her husband about that tendency. In any case, she was temporarily distracted by Leah's impressive ass. Claire had noticed Leah's hips when they were naked together in the sauna, but hadn't gotten a look at her best asset.

Leah's enormous cheeks were pale, thick, and round. Chubby, maybe even a little fat, but not chunky or flabby looking in the slightest. Just soft, lovely flesh that made you want to give it a slap and make it pink. It took a second for Claire to notice what the surprise was that Leah was showing Zane, but when she did, her stomach dropped.

Two stylized letters in dark black ink, a Z and a K, one high on Leah's lovely left buttcheek, the other on the right. Tattoos. Leah had permanently branded herself, acknowledging Zane's ownership of her fat, sexy ass. For some reason she couldn't fully explain, the sight started a dark, wet heat blazing in Claire's core.

Zane let out a low, evil chuckle, tracing the Z with a thick finger, then giving Leah's ass a resounding slap. "I thought you said it was impossible," he said, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. "I thought this was your pathetic cuck's ultimate red line. Nothing permanent."

Leah looked away with a blush, but arched her back to press her ass further into Zane's hand as she said in an embarrassed tone, "Well... you would be surprised at what a week in chastity would accomplish. Especially when I spent all week showing him our videos and whispering in his ear how hot it would be for him to give in and let you win."

Zane laughed out loud, sinking his fingers into Leah's butt as he palmed it greedily. "Man, I can just imagine it. Widdle-willy Billy must have had the best orgasm of his pathetic life when he finally accepted his place and gave up your ass to me."

"Don't call him that," said Leah angrily, her eyes flashing as she looked over her shoulder at Zane. "You know how much he hates that stupid fucking nickname. And he's a good man. A handsome man. Not a fat, disgusting pig like you!"

Despite the mismatch of Leah's words and actions, Claire found herself agreeing with Leah. Yes, how dare Zane badmouth better men? Especially when he was such a fat slob? Despite how clear Leah's overall failure to defy Zane was, especially considering her tattoos, Claire wanted to hear her put Zane in his place.

Zane seemed taken aback for a moment by the outburst, then his face split into an ugly grin. 'A pig? Well... if that's true, I suppose that makes you my slutty sow, doesn't it?" With Leah still glaring at him, he sank behind her to his knees, one hand gripping each lush cheek and parting them to reveal a tight pink hole and flushed, dripping pussy.

"Why don't you squeal for me, and we'll see who the real piggy is here, fatass?" growled Zane, then dived between her cheeks with hungry ferocity, licking and slurping wildly all over Leah's vulnerable asshole and pussy.

Leah immediately hissed in pleasure, leaning forward heavily on the massage table and going to her tiptoes, arching her back dramatically to give Zane the optimal angle for his sloppy oral assault. "You think... Uhhhnnn, you think you can talk shit about my husband?" she snarled as Zane's fat tongue messily explored her married holes. "Bill was fucking homecoming king. President of his frat. You're fucking nothing compared to him you fat, short, ugly... Fuck! Godddd! Right there! Right fucking there!"

Claire could hear the passion in Leah's voice. Anger and disgust, yes, but another type of passion as well. Sheer animal lust, bubbling up molten and primal beneath Leah's dismissive words. This had gone way beyond a quick little peek. It felt wrong to be watching this, but some part of Claire yearned to see where this went. Leah's furious words spoke directly to her soul... but the fact that they were so deeply entwined with desire was disturbingly erotic.

Zane stood, slapping Leah's ass again and getting into position behind her, rubbing his thick cock up and down her dripping pussy, teasing her. "And yet," he said with a grin, "This worthless fat asshole is about to be balls-deep in your pussy while that incredible husband of yours sits at home and jerks off to the thought of his wife's fat ass, branded and owned by another man. Just goes to show that appearance isn't everything."

"Fuck yooouuu,' said Leah, her angry outburst turning into a moan as Zane slid into her up to the hilt. "Your ... Unnhhh... your appearance isn't the main problem you fucking prick. You're a misogynist. A manipulator. An exploiter. An evil, predatory pervert!"

Zane began fucking her then, slamming her forward into the table with deep, powerful strokes that silenced everything but moans and whimpers coming from between Leah's parted lips. Claire bit her own lip then to stifle a sudden unexpected moan bubbling up from inside her as well. She fought to get a hold of herself. She hated Zane, but the obscene sex act in front of her was impossibly erotic nonetheless. Zane looked more like a beast than a human, and he wasn't making love. He was fucking. Rutting. Dominating the soft, curvy woman beneath him and putting her in her place with his powerful cock.

Leah's legs were trembling and her hands gripped the table tight for leverage as Zane punished her insolence with his conquering cock. His hips snapped forward, contacting Leah's soft ass with loud, fleshy slaps every time he thrust. It was primal, and raw, and utterly unlike Dan's careful, considerate lovemaking. Claire dimly remembered that her mission was to see a laughable example of Zane's false dominance. It looked like that wasn't something she was going to get. She should leave right now.

Instead, she slipped a hand beneath her robe, gingerly touching the hot, wet center of twisted pleasure between her thighs. She shouldn't... but no one would ever know, and in her erotic haze, Claire wasn't sure she could resist. Her fear, worries and conscious mind took a little vacation as her wondering eyes greedily absorbed the scene playing out in front of her.

Zane grabbed both of Leah's arms from behind, pulling back to force her up, her back arched, her lips panting and moaning as he slammed into her, his hips an endless jackhammer.

Leah found her words again, although by this point they were half moans, dripping with pleasure. 'I was... God... I was right about you in college, you monster! I knew I should stay away from you."

Zane thrust forward, then stopped, holding there, deep inside, stretching Leah's married cunt to its limit. "That's right," he said savagely. "You really tried your best to avoid me. And you failed."

He withdrew his cock, slimy with Leah's eager arousal. Leah whined, "No! Not yet, you bastard! I was so fucking close!"

Zane flashed her a cocky grin, gesturing to the table with a nod. "Get up there. I want to take you up close and personal."

Leah rolled her eyes, but hurried to obey, jumping up onto the table, laying back, and spreading her legs, revealing a pussy leaking with desire and turned pink already from Zane's powerful thrusts. "Ok," she said impatiently, reaching down to rub herself, keeping herself on the edge of pleasure. "Fuck me."

Zane jumped up onto the table as well, his ease showing that he must have some muscles beneath his flab. He loomed over Leah, his wicked cock inches from her pussy.

'I don't know..." he teased with infuriating smugness, "convince me."

Claire panted harshly behind the curtain, her eyes focused on Zane's thick, dripping cock. It looked like a weapon. A stinger. Its purpose obvious: to pierce, to inject, to invade. A symbol of masculine brutality and dominance. A tool he used to trample over feminine pride and purity. Claire's hand moved with wet noises between her thighs, her mind clouded over with voyeuristic lust. A huge part of her was still horrified by the sight, but right now, in her secret dim hiding place, she allowed herself to run wild, knowing that no one would ever know.

"Ugh..." growled Leah, her face a picture of horny frustration.

Do it, urged Claire mentally. Shut him down. Show him what you really think of him.

But the next words out of Leah's mouth were meek and hesitant. "P-please," she said, her eyes looking away as her face blushed deeply. "Please fuck me, Z."

"You know what I need to hear if that's what you want,' said Zane in a taunting voice, rubbing his cock head all over her pussy. Her hips squirmed forward, desperate for more, but Zane wouldn't give Leah what she wanted. Not yet.

Leah's voice was a humiliated whimper as she said, "Please... Daddy. Please fuck your little married slut's pussy."

Claire almost gasped. She could hear it... the moment that Leah broke. The tone of reluctant submission threading through her voice. Despite her defiance, despite her anger, despite her disdain for Zane, this is where she ended up. Spreading her thighs wide and begging for his cock in a sweet voice. Calling him "daddy", just like he predicted.

This was apparently the correct answer. Zane slid forward, deep into Leah's pussy, making her throw her head back with a deep, satisfied moan. His hips began pumping forward, capturing his slut in a deep kiss, pinning her to the padded table with mouth and cock. Claire pumped two fingers in and out of her throbbing pussy as she watched, soaking in the twisted, terrifying scene of a proud woman humbled. Despite Zane and Leah fucking in deep, intimate missionary, it still didn't look like love-making to Claire. It looked like Zane was claiming Leah. Marking his territory. Reminding her who she belonged to.

As if responding to Claire's thoughts, Zane pulled away from the kiss, his hips still pumping deeply and powerfully. "Who do you belong to, slut? Who owns this pussy?"

"You!" gasped Leah, her fingers clawing at Zane's back. ""You do, Daddy! I belong to you."

"Whose cock do you prefer? Who is better?" Demanded Zane in a rough voice, reaching down to play with Leah's jiggling breasts, holding himself up with one hand.

"Yours, Daddy," moaned Leah, her hips swirling upward into Zane's every stroke, her voice delirious with pleasure, all traces of hate and defiance gone. "You're bigger and stronger than him!"

"Than who?" demanded Zane sharply.

"D-don't make me say it, Daddy,' whined Leah. "It's too mean!"

Zane's hips stopped for a moment. He silently stared down at Leah with a cruel grin as she writhed beneath him, desperate for his cock. Finally, with a groan of frustration, she squeezed her eyes shut and said, "Fine! You're bigger and more manly than my husband. You're better than... than... Widdle-willy Billy."

Claire could hear the humiliation in Leah's voice from being forced to say Zane's degrading, childish nickname for her husband, but could hear the pleasure there too. The pleasure of being forced to submit. Of being forced to betray her cuckolded husband once again.

Zane surged forward, rougher and harder than ever before. Leah's thick legs locked around his waist as her fingers scrabbled at his back, desperate to get him closer. Zane was a wild beast, Leah a bitch in heat, their sex was raw and explosive, a brutal dance on conqueror and conquest. He was taking Leah in a way that Claire had never been taken. Seeing Leah hate broken and transformed into submission and service was deeply frightening to Claire... but also deeply erotic. She watched with bated breath, one hand rubbing her wet pussy while another snuck up to tweak and pinch a nipple. She needed to see the climax of this twisted exchange.

Zane thrust into Leah, deep and hard, both gasping and writhing together now as they hurtled toward orgasm. "When?" grunted Zane into Leah's ear, just loud enough Claire to hear over the wet slapping of their bodies. "When are you going to let me knock you up? You know what I want Leah."

"Nooo!" moaned Leah desperately, shaking her head back and forth even as her pussy eagerly accepted another man's cock. "You can't, Daddy! That would really, really be too much! We... Ohhhh Gooddddd! We would never be able to take that back! Billy would never say yes!"

Claire felt a thrill of dark lust as she noticed that Leah never said she didn't want to... just that her husband would object.

"That's what you said about the tattoo!" growled Zane. "But like you said... a little chastity and dirty talk seems to work wonders on your cuck husband."

"I... I..." whimpered Leah, squirming and gasping. 'M... Maybe Daddy..."

"That's my girl," growled Zane. His hips slammed forward with new, fierce intensity now, and Claire found her fingers moving with that rhythm without even intending it. 'Now cum for me! Cum for Daddy!"

Zane silenced Leah's howl of pleasure with his lips and she passionately gripped his head in both hands, pulling him close. Claire clamped a hand over her mouth as her own orgasm washed over her, sudden and overwhelming, forcing the wave of dark heat inside her to crest and break, leaving her legs wobbly and her whole body warm and tingly.

She panted harshly in the dim side room for a moment as she watched Zane and Leah kiss for a moment, now still, their sweaty, naked bodies entwined in adulterous intimacy.

The taboo erotic thrill drained away with the last waves of Claire's orgasm, and she was suddenly aware of where she was... and what she had been doing. Self Loathing filled her in an instant. She had done this to help her see Zane as a ridiculous fraud, and what had she done instead? Touched herself. She could barely believe her own lack of restraint... or the fact she had somehow found Zane having sex erotic.

Claire realized that she was actually in a vulnerable position. She had stayed here watching for too long. Without further hesitation, she slipped into the hall, walking quickly away from whatever trainwreck she had inadvertently witnessed back in the massage room.

There was no doubt about it, this was not going to be helpful at all in her ongoing trouble dealing with Zane. She suspected that the image of him dominating Leah would flash into her mind now every time he flashed that stupid, smug grin.

But it didn't matter. She had heard anger and disgust in Leah's voice that mirrored her own. But she had also heard weakness and submission there. And she didn't have a single ounce of weakness or submission in her body.

Never ever for Zane Kruger at least.

...

Zane toweled himself off and frowned at the sticky puddle they had left on the massage table. It would probably be fine... they had to be prepared for a little cum in the massage rooms, right? He turned to Leah, who was also calmly wiping the sweat from her sexy little body.

"You seemed really... spicy today," commented Zane neutrally. "Good job. We really needed her to see that move from resistance to submission."

Leah smirked at him. "Oh, I meant every word, 'Daddy'," she said archly, the word was sarcastic again... for now. "I just don't normally say what I'm thinking about you anymore, because I know it won't do any good."

Zane laughed. 'Well maybe you should. You know how much I like a good chase."

Leah snorted and rolled her eyes, then looked thoughtful. "So... what's next for Claire? You think she's ready to give in?"

Zane shook his head. "Not yet. We planted a seed today, but it still needs a little watering. And even if she starts getting turned on by me now, she will still need to learn how to submit. That won't happen in a day."

Leah shuddered. "I'm not sure if I pity her or envy her. Just thinking back to how it was when you first seduced me..."

Zane smiled at the memory. Good times. But he still thought Claire would be even more satisfying.

"What about Dan?" asked Leah suddenly.

Zane scoffed and gave her an incredulous sidelong glance. "What about Dan?"

"What are your plans for him?" asked Leah, a frown crossing her face.

"My plan is to fuck his wife and enjoy the stupid look on his face as he realizes he never should have assumed he was better than me," said Zane firmly, using the towel to wipe off some of the cum from the table and hopping back up.

"You know what I mean," said Leah with a flicker of annoyance. "You're about to do something terrible to him. It would be better for him if he could... learn to enjoy what was about to happen. Like Bill does."

Zane shrugged as he lay back on the bed. "Well that's really up to him, isn't it?"

"Come on," said Leah, walking up and running a hand up Zane's flabby body, "You used to be friends with him right? Turn Dan into a willing cuck. For old times sake. Or just for me, if you prefer. He's a loser, but he was still one of my best friends. I don't want to see him totally crushed. Besides, it might make him self-sabotage and make your job easier."

Zane grimaced and sighed.

"Maybe. I'll think about it. Now where the fuck is that masseuse? I told them to come in after a half hour!"