Repo Work

Repo Work

By Katie Kulka

Chapter One - Afternoon

I settled back into my desk after taking lunch break. Logging back onto my computer, I looked at my boss, Mr. Adam Larsson's schedule for the afternoon, and saw he had two meetings, one at 1:30 and another at 3:30.

I'm Cassie, a 21-year-old secretary and work in the local bank in a small town. The bank is part of a national, hell probably international chain, but in my backwater town, it's one of two options we have.

I had tried college for 2 years after graduating high school before finally deciding it wasn't for me. My GPA of 2.2 was unimpressive and told the story of my disinterest in classes, more so than any lack of intelligence on my part.

But as it was, student loan payments were due to roll in 6 months after I declined to enroll for my junior year. So, I had searched high and low for jobs. Unfortunately, in our small town, jobs can be hard to come by unless you're willing to work in the Grayson's factory. As much as college wasn't for me, working in a factory wasn't my cup of tea either.

The Grayson's are an old money family who in recent years got a low-interest loan from the government under some economic development plan to develop a microchip factory. The factory helped revitalize the town yes, but also raised costs for many long-term residents who didn't have the good fortune to share in the outside money pouring into town.

My pay at the bank was modest, and each month I worried about making rent on the small one-bedroom apartment I rented over a local store in town. I had an old car that had been in the family for years, but today, like most days, I had walked to work. It was less than a half of a mile and I could use the exercise and fresh air.

"Excuse me, miss," a male voice called out, startling me out of my introspection.

"Yes Sir?" I asked with a warm, but somewhat forced smile.

"I'm Gabe Davis. Here to see Mr. Larsson," Mr. Davis replied.

Gabe Davis was Mr. Larsson's 1:30 appointment.

"He's expecting you, go right in," I replied.

"Thank you," Mr. Davis replied.

Mr. Davis had a towing business that also did some repossession work for the bank. The bank gave out loans for vehicles that the local car dealerships sold and when the loans went south Mr. Davis' business would repossess the vehicle and hold it until the buyer made good on their payments or they would sell it at auction to recoup their investment.

But it was highly irregular for Mr. Davis to show up here. Usually, they handle business over the phone or email. So naturally my interest was piqued. The good thing was that Mr. Larsson, 52 years young, had one of those booming voices that naturally carried through walls. I soon found out that Mr. Davis had one of these voices as well.

"You need to show results on the Grayson contract," Mr. Larsson demanded. The tone of Mr. Larsson's voice told me that he was annoyed.

"It's difficult. Xavier Grayson parks his car in a garage every night and never leaves it on a public street," Mr. Davis replied.

"The bank is losing a ton on this loan each week that we can't repossess this vehicle," Mr. Larsson replied.

As I listened, I wondered why the Grayson's weren't paying their car note. They certainly had the money. It was likely just to stick it to the bank. They had a reputation for flexing their financial muscle over smaller parties. Especially when they had felt wronged by them.

"My guys are doing their best," Mr. Davis replied.

"I initially offered $600 for your company once the vehicle is delivered. I'll double it if you bring the vehicle in within three days," Mr. Larsson replied. "If not, I'm finding another company. Now beat it."

My ears piqued at the prospect of a repossessed car being worth $1,200. That was a veritable fortune to me at this juncture of my life. A couple of seconds later, Mr. Davis walked past my desk without acknowledging me and stormed out of the bank, almost pushing the door off the hinges.

Mr. Davis was upset no doubt. But he was no doubt motivated to retrieve Xavier Grayson's vehicle and claim the payment. I had never considered doing repo work, but a couple of my friends who had fallen on hard times had their cars repossessed. It seemed unseemly to retrieve property of people who had lost their jobs and couldn't make payments on their accounts.

But the Grayson's? Their income likely exceeded anyone's in the entire county. Repossessing a car from them would be on the side of good. So, using my work computer, I quickly googled where Mr. Davis' office was and found that his business was and that it wasn't far away.

Chapter Two - Proposition

When my shift ended at 4 pm, I shut down my computer and packed my things in my bag, before calling into Mr. Larsson's place of business.

"Headed out for the day boss," I called out.

"Have a good evening, Cassie," Mr. Larsson called out.

I exited the bank, saying goodbye to the security guard, Cecil, who is a combination of being kind and gentle, while sporting the physically imposing figure I had even seen. I doubted anyone would ever try to rob the bank when he was working.

It was a summer day, gorgeous out, and most days, I would go home, change into workout clothes and go for a run. As I walked home down Main Street, passing by the little shops that I loved to stop in, I had other things on my mind. Specifically, whether Mr. Davis would pay me if I could manage to retrieve Xavier Grayson's car.

Once I arrived at my apartment, I walked around back to the small parking lot, hopped in my vehicle, an old Hyundai sedan that had been mine since my mom had given it to me shortly after I got my driver's license.

I started it up, noting the notable grinding, attesting to the wear on the car, and backed out of the parking lot, before making my way down the alley, out onto Main Street, and driving down the road toward Mr. Davis' lot.

The drive wasn't far. Only 5 minutes and I was soon parked outside a double-wide trailer that served as his office no doubt, while a fenced in lot was behind it, holding cars that had been repossessed, towed, or otherwise claimed, I guess.

Taking a deep breath, I got out of my vehicle, made my way for the entrance, and walked up the 3 wooden steps before stepping into the trailer.

Mr. Davis was at his desk, behind a divider, with a window, while there were other desks in the trailer which were unoccupied. I walked across the trailer, and softly knocked on the frame of the doorway, announcing my presence.

"Um hello," Mr. Davis observed when he saw my presence. "You're Mr. Larsson's secretary, right?"

"Cassie," I replied, stepping into Mr. Davis' office.

"Was there something Adam left out earlier?" Mr. Davis asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, it's not that," I replied. "It's just that I heard the reason for your visit to the bank today."

"Oh yeah?" Mr. Davis asked as he leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head.

I took a deep breath. It was time to be direct.

"I want in," I replied.

"I seriously doubt you can handle repo work, missy. No offense," Mr. Davis replied.

My nostrils flared at being called missy, like I was some helpless little girl who needed to be protected by a big strong man. Well Mr. Davis wasn't so big. Or strong for that matter. I leaned forward, put my hands on Mr. Davis' desk, and looked deeply into his eyes.

"From what I heard in the bank today, it sounds like you can't handle it either," I replied, with a fair bit of indignation.

Mr. Davis studied me a bit before leaning forward in his chair and folding his hands on his desk in front of him.

"Tell you what Cassie, if you're so insistent, knock yourself out," Mr. Davis replied. "The contract pays $1,200 you may have heard. I'll give you $800 if you bring the car in."

I figured Mr. Davis had his own expenses he had to handle, but not $400 worth.

"I want it all. You need to fulfill this contract, so Mr. Larsson doesn't take his business elsewhere," I retorted.

Mr. Davis glared at me before replying.

"$1,000," Mr. Davis replied. "And that's my final offer."

"Fine," I replied, holding out my hand to Mr. Davis.

Mr. Davis shook my hand with a firm handshake.

"We'll see if you're more than just talk, Cassie," Mr. Davis replied.

I slowly walked out of Mr. Davis' office, making my way down the wooden steps, and back to my car. When I got in, I thought of the things that I could do with $1,000. It would certainly be a nice windfall for me and provide a little bit of breathing room in my monthly budget.

But I had to focus. There was work to do.

Chapter Three - Stakeout

The following day, I called off sick from work. The bank and Mr. Larsson could survive without me for a day. I knew as such because most days I just answered phones, kept track of Mr. Larsson's calendar, and served as eye candy for him.

A couple of months after I first got hired, I overheard him telling a male colleague in his office that he wished that he could have hired someone with huge tits, as he had so ineloquently put it.

While Mr. Larsson never committed any overt sexual harassment, I had noticed his eyes wondering from time to time. My breasts, although not small, weren't huge either, and shortly after I heard Mr. Larsson make his inelegant comment, I had started wearing pushup bras, along with tops that were cut just a touch lower, which I noted Mr. Lasson had taken notice of.

I figured that when it came time for my annual performance evaluation, it would serve as material to argue for a raise. I knew that Mr. Larsson had discretion in what he paid me, and if he was eager to keep me around, maybe he would pony up for it.

But today, my pushup bra would help me serve another purpose. My research yesterday had disclosed that Xavier drove to the plant between 9 am and 10 am every morning.

And by research, I mean I went down to the local watering hole and asked some of the factory workers about Xavier and his habits. The guys were curious about my questions, but some flirtatious glances, subtlety laughing at their jokes, and buying a round for them had gotten them in a position where they were all eager to tell me everything about the boss they hated.

I was in my bedroom, getting dressed. I was wearing a short, flowered sundress that barely covered my ass and clung tightly to my curves, 4-inch white strappy heels, and I had done my makeup softly, to achieve a natural look. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was cute, approachable, appearing sweet & mostly innocent, plus maybe just a bit flirty. Which was perfect for what I was planning.

Xavier was a notorious womanizer, and I was planning on trading on that, along with the classic damsel-in-distress bit to entrap him, reclaim the car, and get paid the promised money.

Grabbing my purse, I walked down the steps of my apartment to my car and hopped inside before starting it. I put on some music, light country fare, and smiled as I drove. Most days were routine for me at this point. Get up, get dressed, maybe grab a bite to eat before work. Then at work, 8 solid hours of the same dull tasks repeatedly. Monotony was the order of the day. But now, as I drove there was a degree of adrenaline coursing through my veins as excitement bubbled just under my skin. This was new, fresh, and exhilarating.

About a mile from the mansion where Xavier lived, I pulled off the side of the road and put on my blinkers. It was 8:50 am. I hoped that I wasn't too late, but I doubt a guy like Xavier made a point of going into work early.

I pulled the latch to pop my hood and walked around the front of the car, before lifting the hood and propping it up. It was a beautiful day, 72 degrees and sunny. No doubt my body would get some much-needed Vitamin D as I waited for my mark.

After about a half-hour of waiting along the roadside, the sound of an engine running at high RPMs appeared in the distance, I knew it was Xavier. It had to be him. I grabbed the cup of water I had ready and tossed it on the hot engine, causing the liquid to quickly evaporate, creating steam, and the illusion of an engine in significant distress.

When Xavier, in his bright orange obnoxious sports car, appeared over the crest of a shallow hill, I waved frantically with both arms over my head. I'm not sure how fast Xavier was going, it had to be double the speed limit and he almost blew right by me, but he hit the brakes, leaving skid marks all over the road as his car rapidly came to a halt. Slowly, Xavier backed up the car and rolled down his window.

"What appears to be the problem miss?" Xavier asked.

"My car broke down," I exclaimed in a frantic voice. "No one will stop and AAA won't be here for another hour."

My voice was whiny, needy, and desperate. Just as I had practiced it as I was usually calm and direct with what I wanted or needed. But it was just the type of tone that Xavier would fall for.

"Where are you going, miss?" Xavier asked.

"Cassie," I replied. "If you could just give me a ride back into town, I would appreciate it so much."

Xavier looked me up and down for a moment, no doubt assessing if I was hot enough to save or potentially a threat.

"Hop in," Xavier replied.

"Thank you!" I gushed before rushing across the street to Xavier's car and hopping in the passenger side of the car.

In the car, I leaned across the console and planted a soft kiss on Xavier's cheek while my right hand rested on his leg, just inches below his crotch, before settling back into my seat and putting on my seatbelt.

After I settled in Xavier put the car back into gear and tore down the road, taking the turn toward town instead of the factory that his family owned. My pulse rapidly raced as Xavier drove at speeds exceeding any that I had ever even dreamed of attempting on the narrow winding roads in my own vehicle. I fought the urge to grab the overhead handle as Xavier whipped his car around another turn at breakneck speed.

Not only that, but my adrenaline was pumping at the first part of my plan working as I had intended. Maybe, just maybe, I could pull this off. When we got back into town, Xavier slowed down and settled into a speed that matched the speed limit for the first time since he had picked me up.

"You're such a good driver," I marveled.

"I know how to handle some pretty impressive curves," Xavier replied, with a wink and a not so furtive glance at my body.

"It's early," I replied. "I know a great breakfast place to repay you for being so kind if you're hungry."

Xavier looked over at me as I looked up at him with big doe eyes, trying to look as cute and as innocent as possible. But what I really was hoping Xavier would park on the side of the road and during breakfast that I could make off with his keys and the car.

"I would love that Cassie, but I have a busy day ahead," Xavier replied. "Raincheck?"

"Dinner? Tonight? Please?" I pleaded, as Xavier pulled into a parking spot.

"It's a date," Xavier replied with a warm smile.

I unbuckled my seat belt and gave Xavier another kiss, on the lips this time, slipping my tongue into his mouth, as my hand lewdly fondled his crotch. Surprisingly his package was larger than expected, which was a bonus. Apparently not every guy who bought an ostentatious sports car was compensating for what was between their legs.

What I intended to be a quick kiss lingered for longer than I expected with my hand lewdly fondling Xavier's cock, our tongues massaging each other and with his left hand cupping my breast.

"I should go," I pouted softly, breaking the kiss.

"I'll see you tonight, Cassie," Xavier replied.

"I can't wait," I seductively replied, before biting my lip and looking deep into his eyes.

As I sat there, in Xavier's car next to him, I found myself much more turned on by the rich, pompous asshole than I had ever anticipated to be. Or was I turned on by the fact that I was about to screw him over and repossess his beloved sports car? I couldn't tell where one started and the other ended. It was like they were bleeding over into each other, kind of like how dinner does on your plate.

"You're a foxy little minx, aren't you?" Xavier asked with a lecherous grin painted across his face.

It was obvious that Xavier's interest was piqued. No doubt that Xavier was planning on having me spread eagle or maybe bent over on his bed as he fucked me senseless until both of us were spent. Which was what might need to happen for me to complete the contract. If I wasn't going to be able to swipe his car now, it was necessary that Xavier would take me back to his place tonight. Then maybe I could complete my objective. Along with maybe cumming once or twice in the process if I was lucky.

"I think you can handle me," I replied with a smirk.

Xavier grinned back, content in knowing that he was going to get laid tonight. After exchanging numbers and setting a time of 8 pm tonight, I got out of the car and watched as Xavier drove off, obeying the limits through the narrow streets of town.

Meanwhile, my body was betraying my mind. My cheeks were flush, my skin tingling, and heat emanated from right between my legs. As much as I wanted to pretend otherwise, I couldn't. Despite thinking he was a tool and rich asshole, I couldn't deny that Xavier was hot and did something for me. Tallish, nice body, tailored suit, soft eyes, and even the stubble on his face all worked in his favor. But there was something else. The way he handled the curves on the rural roads at high speeds left me wondering how me might handle my curves in bed later tonight.

I guess I just had to wait. But I could masturbate in the interim.

Chapter Four - Date Night

After 3 self-induced, mind-blowing, leg shaking orgasms, caused by my personal massager with the remote, I had satiated my lustful desires to a level where I could concentrate on the task at hand, specifically repossessing Xavier's car. Although I knew that time with him would cause my energy levels to rise once again.

I was standing outside my apartment on main street, wearing a sleeveless black dress, 4-inch black pumps, and had done my makeup a bit heavier than earlier today, with dark, smokey eyes, and dark, red lips. As I checked myself out in my compact mirror, I thought I had never looked better. Hot, full of confidence, and just a bit of mischief thrown into the mix. Xavier would never know what hit him later tonight.

I was tightly grasping my clutch purse as cars went by anxiously awaiting Xavier's arrival. Many of the drivers were taking the time to take in my appearance. It was 8:15 pm, 15 minutes passed our scheduled meeting time, and I had been standing out here since 7:55. While I would normally be annoyed at the late arrival of a date, tonight it only served to heighten my anticipation. And the truth of the matter was, I had all night to do this. The time didn't matter, just finding a way to boost Xavier's sports car.

I bit my lip as I saw Xavier pull up with a lascivious smirk on his face. He was driving a Range Rover SUV, not the sports car from earlier. This would make my job more challenging to say the least and ensured I would be going back to Xavier's house tonight. I smiled warmly, trying to hide my disappointment.

I waived at Xavier as he pulled up next to me, before climbing in his car. I leaned across and gave him a kiss on the cheek, before rubbing off the excess lipstick.

"I'm so excited!" I gushed.

"Me too," Xavier replied, as he pulled out, while I fitted my seat belt. Not surprisingly, he didn't give an excuse for being late.

"Where to?" Xavier asked.

I bit my lower lip. We hadn't agreed on a specific spot for the date. There was a new Italian place, hole in the wall, but fancy enough that had just opened. I was dying to go on a date there, but I hastened to ask Xavier there. Everyone in town likely knew him and if we went on a date there, it might muddy the waters if another guy took me there in the future.

"Let's go to the burger joint," I eagerly uttered.

"Really?" Xavier.

"Of course, I just love having a big piece of meat in my mouth," I replied with a wink and a glance downward toward Xavier's crotch.

Xavier shifted in his seat at my flirtatious comment. No doubt his cock was engorged, and he was thinking about bedding me later tonight, which was exactly what I needed.

"If you insist," Xavier replied.

"I do," I replied as Xavier pulled out.

I had never been in a Range Rover before and found that it was exceedingly comfortable and luxurious to ride in, much more so than the fancy sports car that Xavier had driven when he picked me up earlier today.

The burger joint wasn't far away, and Xavier pulled into a spot right in front.

"You sure this is what you want?" Xavier asked, as he turned off the car.

"Definitely," I replied, hopping out.

The sooner we finished dinner and we could get back to Xavier's house, fuck him, and take the sports car.

Chapter Five - Xavier's House

Dinner went smoothly enough. My burger was juicy, the fries hot and crisp, and the couple of drinks I had only added to my giddiness that Xavier took as sexual tension but was really my adrenaline as I was jittery about this evening's task. I hoped that I would be able to seal the deal tonight, no matter what it took.

But dinner had something I hadn't anticipated. Xavier was quite the smooth talker, adept at making subtle yet funny jokes and complimenting my appearance in ways that most guys didn't notice. This had me quite taken in by Xavier, and I was horny and excited about us fucking once we got back to his place.

My thong was damp and it was because I wanted Xavier's large member thrusting in and out of me, while I squealed and writhed on his cock. During dinner I was forced to remind myself that I was here for a purpose, to reclaim the car that I was to repossess for Mr. Davis, not to satiate my need to get fucked like a horny slut. But if both could happen, all the better.

We were on our way back to Xavier's house now, a veritable mansion that I could see off in the distance. The damn thing was massive. As Xavier pulled up to it, there was a big, heavy iron gate protecting the entrance. The iron gate was flanked by fencing on either side, protecting the family from intruders, or possibly people who may be trying to flee the residence I thought.

I was positively trembling as Xavier pressed the button on one of two plastic remotes affixed to his overhead visor to open the gate to his home. I presumed the other remote was for the garage door.

As Xavier pulled down the driveway, I marveled at the property. It was more like a complex to be honest. There was a tennis court off to the side, boat dock around the back on the river, and a large gazebo that would be perfect for holding events. I found myself resisting the urge to shake my head. All this and Xavier couldn't be troubled to pay his bank note. Or more likely, because of all this, he felt that he was above paying it.

"You like?" Xavier asked, breaking me out of my train of thought.

"It's gorgeous," I marveled in response.

As I looked into Xavier's soft eyes, I felt heat percolating between my legs once again. Despite my stated purpose for being here, I was hot, wet, and horny. I needed to get laid. I needed dick. Xavier's dick.

Xavier pulled in around the back of the house and pressed the button to open the door for a two-car garage. He pulled his Range Rover into the garage, next to the orange sports car, in all its glory. My jaw dropped as observed the car mere feet from me. My jaw dropped as I stared at it once again.

"That's my baby," Xavier observed as he noticed me ogling the car.

"Your car is gorgeous," I observed.

It was then that I realized I was a total amateur at this. I really had no business doing this. But being such an amateur gave me plausible deniability. There was no way Xavier would expect the horny girl he met on the side of the road to be intent on repossessing his car. His biggest worry from girls like me was us trying to get a piece of his trust fund. Well Xavier could rest assured that I wasn't after that.

"I love it," I gushed. "Can I sit in it? Like behind the wheel?"

I looked up at Xavier with big puppy dog eyes, pleading for him to say yes.

"Of course, babe," Xavier replied, opening the door for me.

I got in the car and sat down. The bucket seat caressed my petite, curvy body like it was made for it. The seat was too far back, and the pedals were out of my reach, but I noted that there were dual clickers affixed to the overhead visor, just as in the Range Rover. Which I reasoned should allow me to escape later tonight.

"Not many things hotter than a gorgeous chick behind the wheel of a sports car," Xavier noted as he looked in the window.

"Oh my. I could never drive this," I replied. "It's too fast for me."

"I'm sure you would catch on," Xavier replied.

I looked up at Xavier. It was time to fuck.

"Show me your room. Please?" I pleaded softly.

A lecherous grin crossed Xavier's face. He was probably expecting to have to offer me some wine, or introduce me to his family, or seduce me a little bit before bedding me. But I was just as eager to get some of Xavier's cock as I was to steal this beauty of a car that I was seated in. The dual purpose had me slick with desire and my skin was tingling.

"Of course, follow me, Cassie," Xavier replied as he opened the door allowing me to step out.

My entire body trembled as Xavier softly grasped my hand and led me into his house. This really was about to happen.

Chapter Six - Xavier's Bedroom

As I walked into Xavier's room, I marveled at its size. His bedroom rivaled the size of my apartment, had its own bathroom and what looked like was a large walk-in closet. But my eyes settled on the California king-size bed. It was only then that I remembered this wasn't the Master bedroom in this mansion. That would belong to the patriarch of the family.

The bed was made with a large, fluffy white comforter on top, making it look especially inviting. I doubted he made it himself. No doubt a maid or servant did this each day, along with keeping the house clean, but Xavier's lack of attention to domestic functions wasn't really my concern right now.

Xavier grabbed me by the hips and turned me toward him. I looked up at Xavier while he looked down at me.

"You like?" Xavier asked.

"I love your bedroom," I pouted softly, as my hands rested on Xavier's muscular chest.

Slowly, Xavier leaned down and softly nuzzled my neck, making me tremble with delight as my knees grew weak, while his hands worked there way under my dress and softly cupped the shapely, rounded globes of my ass.

I was like soft putty in his grasp, for Xavier to mold and use to his heart's content, while his hands snaked their way up the back of my dress, finding the zipper in the back. I moaned softly as Xavier unzipped my dress before softly pulling on it, causing my dress to fall to the floor, leaving me standing there in nothing but my black satin bra, thong, and pumps.

"Take me to bed," I moaned eagerly.

Softly, Xavier lifted me up and carried me to bed, laying me down on the bed, on my back as he climbed in beside me, pressing his lips into mine, holding me, as I began to unbutton his shirt from top to bottom, while kicking off my heels.

I gasped while Xavier undid my bra with one hand, revealing my bare breasts to him. Not only was Xavier a player, apparently, he was quite skilled at it, probably from lots of practice. I found myself lost in Xavier's soft embrace as our tongues eagerly danced with one another.

This was it, how he did it, I thought. He charmed women with his money, his looks, and his well-honed techniques, as he made them his eager, willing playthings. Just as I was about to be. My pussy yearned for Xavier's cock as I grew extremely excited. I knew that if we fucked missionary style, I would get lost in his eyes, and catch feelings for him, as so many women had before me.

"Fuck me from behind? Please?" I pouted softly.

A wide smirk spread across Xavier's face at my submission to him.

"Assume the position, Cassie," Xavier ordered.

Submissively I positioned myself away from Xavier, positioning myself on my knees, arching my back and offering my pert ass to Xavier on a silver platter. Xavier took a position behind me and tapped the head of his cock on my ass, as if to assert his superiority over me, before tracing it over my thong.

"You're such a good little slut," Xavier groaned.

"So good," I moaned softly as Xavier continued to trace his cock over my thong.

"Your thong is soaked through slut," Xavier observed.

"You make me hot," I replied, squirming, damn near controllably, as Xavier moved to peel my thong down my milky thighs and over my ankles before discarding them off to the side.

With the head of his cock Xavier teased my labia causing me to squeal and squirm as my body craved his big cock inside of me. But then Xavier pressed his cock against my rosebud, with enough force that it threatened to slip inside me.

"Oh gosh," I moaned instinctively as the head of Xavier's cock pressed against my sphincter, causing it to tighten up.

"What's a matter Cassie?" Xavier asked. "Don't you do anal?"

I bit my lip as I contemplated my response. Of course I did anal. I could get as adventurous as anyone. But Xavier's tool was large and would feel even larger in my tight hole. But a sore ass was a small price to pay for $1,000. And I was so horny, maybe I would enjoy it.

"Of course I do anal," I breathlessly replied, arching my back even deeper for Xavier.

"Of course you do. All sluts do anal," Xavier replied with a firm swat of my ass.

I bristled at Xavier calling me a slut and slapping my ass, but I had just met him this afternoon and now he had me bent over in bed, and agreeing to take his big meat pole in my tight ass.

Xavier dribbled some lube on his cock, before taking a firm grasp of my hips.

"Ready Cassie?" Xavier asked.

"Fuck yeah," I replied eagerly.

I did my best to relax my body as Xavier pushed his cock against my rosebud, eager to explore my tight hole. I exhaled to relax myself and pushed back, eager to help Xavier push inside of me.

I gasped and squealed as Xavier slipped in, pushing himself all the way to the hilt at once, causing my eyes to pop open in shock as Xavier stretched me out.

"Fuck that's big," I whimpered as my body squirmed on Xavier's cock, as it tried to get used to his big member deep inside of me.

"You love it," Xavier's replied with another firm swat of my ass that reverberated through the room.

My nostrils flared. I would have objected but I was here for a reason. The sooner Xavier came in my ass, the sooner I got to leave and get paid.

"Fuck my tight little ass," I moaned in a whiny high-pitched voice.

Xavier obliged me, by taking a firm grasp of my hair, holding my head back with his left hand, while his right hand rested on my hip, as he started to stroke in and out of my gaped ass with his girthy member that was stretching out my ass.

Xavier grunted loudly as he pumped his cock in and out of me, like an engine piston. It was like I was just a fucktoy for him to use and fill up with his seed. A fucktoy he had cultivated into being in this exact position since the moment he had picked me up tonight.

My breasts swayed with each stroke in and out of my ass, while Xavier groaned each time his pelvis slammed into my pert ass. I found that it was difficult to do much but squeal and moan as Xavier fucked me hard. With each thrust it felt like his cock was poking deep inside of me, gaping my ass in the process.

"Naughty slut!" Xavier cried out with another firm swat of my ass, causing my body to quiver.

"Fuck!" I moaned as my body trembled uncontrollably.

"You love being my fucktoy," Xavier grunted as he slapped my ass again.

"Seed my slutty little ass!" I moaned softly, desperate for Xavier to cum.

"Soon enough, Cassie," Xavier groaned before pushing deep inside of me and lingering there with his cock at its maximum point of insertion and a firm grasp of my hair.

This was degrading to be sure. But I had to see this through. I was so close to achieving what I had come here to do. I started to wiggle my ass on Xavier's cock.

"I knew you would love getting fucked in the ass," Xavier observed.

"I'm your anal fucktoy," I squealed, hoping to coax Xavier along.

Xavier released my hair, giving me a break, and letting me bury my face in the mattress with my arms outstretched, as I fully submitted to him, while Xavier firmly grasped my hips, ready to complete the act.

"Hump your hot, sticky load deep inside of me," I cried out.

Xavier started to hump me with reckless abandon, clapping my ass cheeks with each thrust. My poor ass had gone damn near numb at this juncture while each of us got only emit primal, animalistic noises as we copulated in such a heathen manner.

Finally, I sensed Xavier was on the verge of erupting.

"Seed me please," I whimpered softly.

My submission sent Xavier over the edge. Xavier let out a carnal roar as his cock twitched deep inside of me, as his firm hands tightened their grasp of my hips. Ropes of hot, sticky cum rocketed from Xavier's cock into my raw, gaped bottom, causing me to squeal loudly.

After Xavier had finished depositing his sticky seed deep inside of my ass, he slowly withdrew his large member from my backside. Where previously I had felt filled to the point of breaking, there was now an empty feeling back there, reminding me of what had just occurred.

Spent, I collapsed on the bed, as Xavier kneeled above me, his cock protruding out, leaking cum from the tip.

"You take it like a champ, Cassie," Xavier observed, caressing my face with his hand. The very hand he had used to spank my ass.

As for my ass, the right cheek burned from being spanked and Xavier's assault on my tight hole would likely leave me sore for a day or two. Laying there, catching my breath as Xavier got up to go take a leak, with the door open.

By the time he got back, I had caught my breath and had righted myself. I grabbed my thong and retreated into the bathroom myself. I didn't have to pee, but Xavier's seed was starting to leak out of my ass. Wadding up some toilet paper, I wiped away his seed, cringing as the cum seeping out of my asshole told the tale off what a wanton slut, I had been. No doubt many other women had been in this very position, before me, wiping cum off themselves, after Xavier used them as his personal fucktoy.

But the worst was over now. I pulled my thong up my legs before looking in the mirror, my makeup was still in reasonably good shape somehow. It could use a repair, but that could wait. Turning around, I examined my shapely ass. It had a pink hue on the right side.

I had started to sweat just a bit from being fucked and I had a bit of glow to myself, although it wasn't as pronounced as it was when I came from having sex. Anyway, it was time to return to the bedroom.

As I opened the bathroom door and looked back into the bedroom, I saw Xavier sitting there, fully nude on top of the white, fluffy comforter. The one we had just fucked on. Xavier was turned toward me, nude, exposed, his wonder stick still engorged and likely wanting more attention.

Xavier didn't even look close to tired. I needed him to be asleep to accomplish my objective. I knew what I had to do next. Even if I didn't want to. A blowjob in the wake of Xavier busting a load in my ass would surely put him out. Put that would mean going ass-to-mouth and that was something that I had never done before. For obvious reasons.

"Why don't I suck that big cock of yours handsome," I lewdly offered grinning at Xavier.

Xavier didn't even act surprised at my offer to suck his cock. Probably lots of women had eagerly deepthroated his cock in a failed effort to become Xavier's girlfriend. Well, I didn't need to date him, I just needed him to fall asleep so I could swipe his keys and reclaim his vehicle.

"If that's what you want, Cassie," Xavier replied, as I slowly sauntered toward the bed, with a lascivious smirk on my face

I grabbed a couple of tissues from Xavier's nightstand, before climbing into bed, kneeling between Xavier's outstretched legs.

While Xavier's legs were covered in coarse, dark hair, his cock and balls were clean, close-shaven, and were practically begging for oral attention.

"You don't mind, do you?" I asked, holding up the tissues.

"Of course not, Cassie," Xavier replied.

While I doubted it would do much, it would serve my piece of mind to at least wipe off Xavier's dick with some tissues. It didn't look dirty at least, maybe Xavier had cleaned himself up somewhat in the bathroom when he took a leak. But still, I knew where it had just been and I wanted to wipe it down for my own piece of mind.

Xavier groaned as my hand wiped the tissues up and down on his cock, cleaning it, at least somewhat. Meanwhile, my soft considered touch of Xavier's cock caused blood to start flowing back into it. His cock swayed slightly, begging for attention. The oral kind.

"He seems to like you," Xavier noted with a coy smile.

"Of course he does," I replied with a wink.

I discarded the tissues off the side of the bed and bent down to softly plant a kiss on the head of Xavier's cock while holding it by the base as I looked up at Xavier. Predictably this caused Xavier's cock to jump.

Kissing the head of a guy's cock is a signature move I use every time I go down on a man. It shows deference to him and the head is so sensitive, it's sure to excite him greatly.

Slowly, I parted my lips, taking Xavier's cock in my mouth, as some of the residual taste still lingered on it, much to my chagrin. It was kind of grainy and I fought the urge to recoil in shame and horror at what I was doing as I locked my eyes with Xavier's. Eagerly, I started bobbing up and down on Xavier's cock, intent on making him cum in my mouth and hopefully fall asleep.

On the bed, Xavier groaned and shifted at my slutty endeavors, while I continued to give him wet, sloppy head, the kind that all men like. Fortunately, my saliva quickly coated Xavier's cock, lessening the residual grainy taste on his member. After a couple of minutes, I didn't even notice it and was bobbing up and down on his cock with reckless abandon, eager to make him burst in my mouth.

Xavier by now had taken a firm grasp of my head and was guiding me up and down on his cock, at his preferred pace, but thankfully not gagging me on his hard member.

When Xavier started to grunt in unison with me taking more of his shaft in my mouth, I knew he was close. I moaned loudly on his cock, indicating that I was turned on by the impending eruption of hot, sticky seed into my awaiting mouth.

"Mmmm," I moaned on Xavier's cock as I softly massaged his balls with my fingertips.

Xavier put his hands off to the side, freeing me to continue sucking at my own pace, as his hands gripped the bedsheets, a tell tale sign his cock was about to burst.

"I'm going to cum," Xavier moan, as his body contorted under me.

No doubt his toes were damn near curling at my masterful oral techniques.

Xavier groaned loudly as his cock twitched once more as cum poured out from his cock, into my mouth, filling it with his sticky, tasteful seed. After just cumming a bit ago, his load wasn't as large as it could have been but there was still a decent bit.

Quickly, I swallowed it as Xavier leaned back in bed, spent from cumming twice in rapid succession before slowly tracing my lips up and off Xavier's cock before giving it one final kiss, right on the head.

I cuddled up next to Xavier and patted him on the chest, as I looked up at him. He had to fall asleep soon, I thought. Meanwhile, I saw dollar signs, as a reward for my evening of work.

"You were so good, Cassie," Xavier observed, running his fingers through my hair.

"I love sucking your cock," I replied with a grin.

"You're a naughty little cocksucker aren't you," Xavier replied.

I would have preferred Xavier call me a good girl but calling me a cocksucker was just further confirmation of the fact that he viewed women as fucktoys and nothing more. I smiled coyly back at him, to let Xavier think I was content with being his sexy little plaything.

"I'll be back," I replied with a wink, as I got up and went off to the restroom once more.

Feeling accomplished, I walked with a bit of strut in my step as Xavier no doubt watched me and my now pink ass, he had just fucked not long ago.

I was intent on making sure that Xavier was fully asleep before taking the vehicle.

In the bathroom, I found some mouthwash and actively swished it around in my mouth hoping to relieve any residual taste of Xavier's cock. After spitting in the sink, I looked at myself in the mirror.

"You got this Cassie," I whispered softly to myself.

When I returned to the bedroom, Xavier was starting to look spent. That didn't stop him from ogling my naked body though. But he had put his boxers on, indicating that he didn't want another go round.

"Why don't I turn off the lights and we can cuddle," I offered. "Then in the morning, you can bend me over again."

"You are fun, aren't you," Xavier replied.

"Definitely," I replied, before hitting the light switch.

Chapter Seven - Escape

After a long day or work, consuming a heavy dinner along with some wine, and cumming twice, it didn't take Xavier long to fall asleep with me cuddled up next to him. He had fallen sound asleep. He was breathing deeply, snoring, and curled up almost in a ball.

If I wasn't tired myself, Xavier's snoring probably would have kept me awake. But I was running on adrenaline at this point. It was coursing through my veins, powering me to stay awake and complete the task that I had set out to complete this evening.

It was after midnight at this juncture and when I was sure that Xavier was deep into a REM cycle, I decided to make my move. Before getting out of bed I smiled down at Xavier, his face faintly illuminated by moonlight sneaking into his bedroom.

As he slumbered, Xavier looked cute, almost sweet, betraying his true nature as a slippery lothario. As I looked down at him, I almost felt bad about conning him to take his car, but it was business. When he woke up, his car would be gone, and I would be $1,000 richer. And Xavier would have to pay his car note along with whatever impound me that Mr. Davis assessed him.

Slowly, I inched out of bed and found my heels on the floor by the bed and gathered them up along with my dress and purse. I wasn't sure where my bra was though and decided to leave it. I decided against putting my dress back on, I found one of Xavier's T-shirts in the hamper and pulled it over my head, finding it provided ample coverage, even more than my dress did.

Silently, I crept toward the door as it was time to make my escape. Slowly I turned the doorknob, pulled open the door, and disappeared out into the hallway, before pulling the door shut behind me. When I didn't hear any noise from the opposite side of the door, I figured Xavier was out cold and unlikely to catch me in the act. I just hoped that everyone else in the household was fast asleep as well.

Barefoot, I slowly crept down the hallway, toward the stairwell, where I slowly made my way downstairs. Retracing my steps from earlier, I made my way into the garage, finding both the Range Rover and orange sports car. Slowly I circled the sports car, tracing my manicured fingers on it after having tossed my purse, dress, and heels on the passenger seat. I had never driven anything so sleek, so powerful, so agile. It's like the car was calling out to me to have some fun with it.

I opened the door and slipped into the vehicle, finding the bucket seat cupped my body perfectly, but my feet were several inches from the pedals. Fumbling around I found the button to adjust the seat and adjusted it forward so where my bare feet were touching the pedals.

I depressed my foot on the brake and pushed the button to start the engine, biting my lip as the engine roared to life. There was a garage clicker in the overhead visor, and I depressed the button causing the garage to open.

I put the car into drive and pulled out of the garage, marveling at the sheer power of the car as the slightest amount of pressure on the gas pedal caused the car to lurch forward. The engine was loud, obnoxious, and defining. It would also call out to everyone else in the household. It was time to quickly leave the premises.

I pulled the car up the driveway, toward the big heavy gate. I held my breath hoping that the gate would open for the corvette just as it had for the Range Rover. If it wasn't, I was dead meat and my little clandestine operation would come to an inauspicious ending.

I stopped the car in front of the gate and low and behold, it opened. In the rear-view mirror, I could now see lights on inside the house, meaning that the roars of the engine had awoken someone.

Sweat pooled on my temples as I waited for the gate to finish opening. Whereas earlier, I had been fully taken in by this, now I wanted it to open in a nanosecond in the worst way.

Finally, when the gate was sufficiently opened, I jammed the accelerator with my bare foot and roared off into the distance. The raw power of the V8 engine surprised me, and I quickly found myself driving over 60 miles MPH on the windy country roads. The headlights easily illuminated the road, and the traction was amazing, allowing me to easily navigate the turns.

The windows of the car were down, and the cool night air was brushing my hair, sweeping it back as I drove. I thought to myself, this was maybe one of the most exhilarating experiences of my young life.

Chapter Eight - Delivery

Unfortunately, all fun things must come to an end. Thanks to the lack of traffic on the roads and the car's overpowered engine, I quickly arrived at Mr. Davis' lot. I pulled out my phone and entered the cell number he had given me, waiting for him to pick up.

"It's so fucking late," Mr. Davis moaned into the phone.

"It's Cassie. I got Xavier's car," I replied.

"Drop it off at the lot. Aiden is there for any late-night tow jobs" Mr. Davis replied.

"Does he have the cash?" I asked.

"I'll get it to you tomorrow," Mr. Davis replied.

"No way. Cash on delivery or I take this back to Xavier. Or maybe I'll just leave it in the woods," I replied.

I was a novice at this, but I knew my only leverage was the car I was currently driving. There was nothing preventing Mr. Davis from reneging on our verbal deal.

"Fine, I'll meet you there," Mr. Davis replied.

"I'll be here," I replied, with a fair bit of resignation in his voice, before ending the call.

I pulled the car into the lot, turned the engine off and waited patiently for Mr. Davis to arrive.

Not even 15 minutes later, Mr. Davis pulled into the spot beside me. He got out of his vehicle wearing a t-shirt, zip-up hoodies, and sweats. He also had an annoyed expression on his face. Which I understood, I wouldn't want to get woken up in the middle of the night, either.

I smiled as Mr. Davis approached the driver's side window of the car.

"Cash please," I replied, holding out.

Mr. Davis groaned and handed a stack of hundred-dollar bills, crisp ones, into my hand. I counted out the bills, one-by-one in my hand, before stepping out of the vehicle.

"Pleasure doing business with you," I replied, placing the keys in Mr. Davis' hand.

"If you ever need work in the future," Mr. Davis observed.

I had considered that. While repo work was necessary, I guess, it didn't seem right to surreptitiously confiscate cars from people who were struggling. Xavier, as well-off as his family was different. He would likely pay his outstanding balance tomorrow, along with the impound fee, and get his car back. And I wasn't eager to run future honeytraps to run repo work. This was just a one-time thing to give me some breathing room.

"I think I'll pass," I replied with a wink before walking away and calling for an Uber on my phone.

Right now, all I wanted was to get home, get in bed, and get what sleep I could.

Chapter Nine - Back at Work

While I would have preferred to sleep forever, work came early in the morning, and I really shouldn't call off sick another day.

After an adrenaline-fueled evening, combined with a lack of sleep, I was beat. I was seated at my desk, shortly before lunch, debating the merits of using my lunch break to take a nap somewhere.

I slept maybe 4 hours at most and I was dragging. Even coffee, hot, dark, and strong did nothing for me. At least my relatively haggard appearance played into the cover story that I had been sick the prior day. Meanwhile, my poor bum was still a bit sore, owing to Xavier's vigorously fucking my ass last night.

But my boss, Mr. Larsson, was happy when he got the call from Mr. Davis this morning that Xavier's car had been repossessed. That meant he would be making good on back payments very soon, most likely.

I hadn't heard anything else about the repossession, so I was guessing that Mr. Davis hadn't told Mr. Larsson that I wasn't the person responsible for the job being completed. I guess that Mr. Davis didn't want to admit to anyone else that him and his staff couldn't handle the job and needed me to do the dirty work. But he would always know. And that's what mattered.

"Excuse me," a familiar voice called out.

Looking up I saw it was Xavier, standing before me. He was wearing a suit, clean-shaven, and looking rather sharp. In sharp contrast to me. But a coy smile crossed my face at the sight of him. For a second I wondered how he found me, but then I remembered I had mentioned something about my job during dinner last night. Rookie mistake on my part.

"Morning Sir, do you have an appointment for Mr. Larsson?" I asked.

"I'm not here to see him," Xavier replied. "I came to see you."

"Oh yeah?" I asked.

"Let's talk, in private," Xavier offered.

"I guess I can take my lunch now," I replied.

It was a little early to take lunch, but I could go now. Mr. Larsson never really kept tabs on me if I got my work done. So, I grabbed my coat off the hook, put it on, and followed Xavier out the front door.

A lot of things were running through my mind when I stepped outside into the fresh air. Was Xavier mad at me for taking his car? Humiliated at being tricked? I couldn't wait to find out.

"So that was quite an evening," Xavier mused.

"Oh, I had a blast," I replied.

"You know, they've been following me for weeks," Xavier noted. "But I never thought they would send a girl to do their dirty work. Especially one as hot as you."

I couldn't help but reflexively blush at Xavier calling me hot.

"Life is full of little surprises," I allowed.

"Apparently so," I replied.

Whereas earlier, I had been dragging, now it was as if I was walking on fluffy clouds as the memory of my achievement the night before had come rushing back to me.

That was when Xavier lightly grabbed my shoulder and turned me to face him.

"You're different than any of the women I've bedded," Xavier noted.

"Oh yeah? How so?" I asked, looking up at them.

"They've all wanted my money just as much as me," Xavier replied. "You seized an opportunity and exploited it to your benefit. Not many girls are like you."

"You've been looking in the wrong places for dates if you truly believe that," I replied, smiling at him.

"I'm right here now," Xavier noted, as he softly stroked my hair.

As I looked up into Xavier's eyes, I felt myself getting lost in his eyes once again. I also felt myself getting flush with heightened anticipation as the memories of about 12 hours ago lingered in my memory. My mind was racing with thought of how good Xavier's big cock would feel in my pussy.

But something else lingered too. The realization that men like Xavier never change. Or if they do, it doesn't last. He might be good for a week, month, or if I was lucky maybe a year. But he would regress back into the slippery lothario who fucked girls who threw themselves at him because of his family's money. My gut told me this was a guy I didn't want to involve myself with.

"I really should go find something for lunch," I replied. "I'll call you. Maybe."

"You do that girl," Xavier replied.

As Xavier walked away, I thought about the last day. I also thought about the $1,000 that was now burning a hole in my pocket. Sure, I needed to save much of it. But I should have fun with some of it. Starting with getting something good for lunch, then going to the local pub tonight and having some drinks. Maybe even buy the house around.

I smiled as I walked toward the sushi shop. It had been forever since I had been there. Things were starting to look up for me.

The End