The Bet - Part 10

Evening Everyone! This part of The Bet is a liiiittle bit long. But since I was basically telling the whole story of Leah's corruption in mi

Evening Everyone!

This part of The Bet is a liiiittle bit long. But since I was basically telling the whole story of Leah's corruption in miniature in this section, I didn't want to short-change it.

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The email came in as Dan was processing permits at work. Just another buzzing notification from his phone that he paid little mind to. But when he checked it a few minutes later, suddenly it was all he could think about, and focusing on his work became impossible. 

The email was brief and blunt. 

Hey bud, 

Since you seemed so curious about Leah the other day, I thought I would let you see the whole dirty business for yourself. I paid for a subscription to Freaks in the Sheets for you, so go nuts. You can find Leah’s whole story under her name. 

User name: CuckyD

Password: thankuZane

Dan spent the rest of the afternoon in a haze, making multiple mistakes on his work that he had to iron out, staring into space, and generally having a terrible time. Obviously he wasn’t actually going to use the gifted subscription. It was some sort of trick… or at very least a barely-veiled taunt about what Zane planned to do with his wife. About an hour after he received the email, Dan deleted it, feeling like he had won a victory. 

But it still ate away at him, and he knew that, thanks to the taunting nature of the username and password, they were now seared into his brain. He would be able to remember them if he tried, so deleting the email had been a hollow gesture. 

All afternoon, he was taunted by the knowledge that, if he really wanted, he could sit down later that evening and see the woman he had a crush on for so long naked. The fact that she would be fucking Zane when and if he saw her was a bitter pill to swallow… And, even worse, he would know the entire time that whatever he watched on the screen was exactly what Zane intended to do to his wife. 

Speaking of Claire, Dan had been worrying for the past few days about her. The trip to the spa had been a dud. Dan had no idea how, but Zane had somehow gotten wind of his plan to help Claire and worked decisively and effectively to counteract it. The whole point had been to calm Claire down and soothe her stress, but after the trip she seemed more moody and distracted than ever. 

It had also put up a barrier between them. It had come out at the spa that Dan hadn’t actually cut off the friendship with Zane per se, and Claire was still upset about it. Over the years they had been married, Dan had discovered that Claire had a very predictable cycle of anger and forgiveness. For this particular issue, Claire had now moved from the silent treatment period to brief, neutral conversations without pet names and kisses on the cheek. Soon she would be ready to receive his apology… unless this whole thing with Zane had sent their natural rhythm out of whack. 

Dan spent the rest of the day nervous and distracted by both issues, and so, by the time he arrived home he was a buzzing ball of tension, temptation, and arousal. A quick investigation showed that Claire wasn’t in her home office… which meant she was working late tonight. Probably. Dan immediately crushed the squirming feeling of uncertainty in his belly. Claire was at the office. Where else would she be? In Zane’s bed, pinned to the bed by his thick cock? Of course not. The idea was ludicrous. If he started doubting his wife now, the battle was already half-lost. His strong-willed, beautiful wife would never fall for a toad like Zane. 

…but Leah did. A small, treacherous part of his brain whispered. He could go now and view the proof if he wanted. And, despite the hope that had lingered at the back of his mind, his wife wasn’t home right now to distract him from the taboo gift that Zane had cruelly dangled in front of his nose. 

In the end, Dan made it a little over an hour before his resolution crumbled. What pushed him over the edge was the perfect excuse that his mind cooked up for why investigating the porn site would be a good idea. The same reason he had tried to stealthily check out the website before: it would be excellent research on the methods of his opposition. If he understood how Zane had tricked Leah into sex, he could maybe get some insight into the prick’s plans for Claire. 

The fact that he would get to see Leah moaning and sweating in the depths of filthy, adulterous passion had nothing to do with his decision. Or, at least, so he told himself.  

Dan double checked through the window that Claire wasn’t pulling up, then nervously opened his laptop and navigated to the website. Despite his insistence to himself that this was just for research purposes, he was already fully erect and straining against his pants by the time he reached the familiar, sleazy-looking porn page. 

He froze one last time at the login screen, fingers hovering over the keys as he hesitated. The smartest move would be to do the opposite of whatever Zane wanted. He didn’t believe for a second that Zane had sent this login info out of the goodness of his heart. But, on the other hand, maybe Zane was just underestimating him. If this was an attempt to intimidate Dan by showing what would happen to Claire… well, then all Dan had to do was not feel intimidated and use the information to sabotage Zane’s plan. He was made of stronger stuff than Zane thought. 

Dan entered the username calling himself a cuck, typed in the password thanking the man who wanted to fuck his wife, and pressed enter.  His eyes lit up as the website unlocked. A second later, he frowned. The website looked quite different than the one he had previewed earlier. Instead of a deep black background with neon highlights, this webpage had a background of soft pink. For a second, he thought he had been sent to the wrong site. 

Then he saw the logo at the top. It still said “Freaks in the Sheets”, but now there was a small addition on the bottom right of the words: “Beta Edition.” Dan rolled his eyes. Had Zane made a pink reskin of the website just to fuck with him? It felt sort of petty. Whatever, as long as all the content was still there. 

But, as he scrolled down, searching for Leah, Dan noticed that the background color wasn’t the only change. 

There was censorship on the page now, when Dan could have sworn there wasn’t before. All of the women had a black bar covering their eyes now, and the women posing nude had black boxes covering their nipples and pussies.  Dan felt a prickle of anger, no longer quite as dismissive of the games Zane was playing. The taunt felt a lot more pointed now. An implication that Dan was a beta who didn’t even deserve to see these women naked, while Zane got to fuck them as much as he wanted. 

Dan grit his teeth. The joke was on Zane. Although this version of the site might not be as… satisfying to Dan’s curiosity, all of the written portions were in tact, and, by clicking into a few videos as a test, Dan found that he had access to all of those as well… although each and every one had been carefully edited to censor all female nudity. The worst part was that Dan found the censorship a little erotic in a strange way. He had always liked it when Claire (and other women before her) teased him in bed. And in some ways, this felt like the ultimate tease. Getting so close to seeing these gorgeous women, but being denied right at the last step. 

Dan shook his head, irritated with himself. He wasn’t being “denied” by anyone. This was a mind game from Zane. If he wanted to see these women naked, all he would have to do is pay for a subscription. But he didn’t need to. He needed to get to work. In theory he could learn more about Zane’s methods by clicking on any woman on the site, but Dan wasn’t kidding himself. Now that he had come this far, he wasn’t going to hold himself back from what he really wanted to see. 

He scrolled down the page until he saw the name “Leah” once again. There was her photo, smiling her familiar, teasing smile. Since she was wearing a bikini, there were no black bars on her body here, but the black line covering her eyes still gave the photo a taboo, naughty feeling, like Dan was looking at something he shouldn’t. 

Which maybe he was. 

He clicked into the page, his heart pounding and his cock straining in his pants. First, he was given the options of “Leah’s Training” or “Professional Scenes”. As tempting as the scenes sounded, he probably needed to get all the info he could first, so he clicked “Leah’s Training”. 

He was greeted by a sort of… report. A collection of dated entries, written in lurid, pornographic style, accompanied by pictures and footage. A lot of the earlier footage was clearly taken using some sort of hidden camera, though prominent disclaimers advised that all people with unblurred faces in the videos gave their express permission for the footage to be posted. Dan considered scrolling right down to the bottom to see if there really were filthy pornographic videos of Leah having sex with a gross little troll like Zane… but he restrained himself. He was supposed to be looking for clues, not getting off. 

He started at the beginning. 

The page started with a brief introduction detailing information that Dan was already familiar with. The fact that Zane and Leah went to college together. That she never liked him. That she got married to a jock shortly after college. Dan skimmed it, though he was more interested in the content further down the page… for research purposes, of course. 

The next section was a bit more interesting. 

So, with all that in mind, dear strokers, you won’t be surprised to hear that when I ran into Leah recently at my local grocery store, she was downright rude to me! Dismissive even! She tried to brush me off like I was trash. And you know how that attitude makes Z feel, coming from a slut-in-the-making. It makes me feel like I have to prove her wrong. Especially because Leah and i go way back. I just had to get a little revenge for poor college-aged Z, you know? So I did a little digging and found out that Little Leah was about to run a baking class at her local community center. It wasn’t hard to join up. After all, ‘everyone is welcome’! 

Every entry was written in the same smug, joking style, with chummy asides to the reader. It made the writer, presumably Zane, sound like a pompous prick. But Dan supposed that that was the audience for this type of website liked. There was a video beneath the entry, so Dan clicked play. 

The video was clearly being taken from some sort of hidden pinhole camera, based on the low angle and the fish-eye lens. The perspective showed Leah approaching. Even with the odd perspective, it was easy to see she was angry… although Dan noticed that her eyes were still covered by a black bar as she moved. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” she hissed quietly. The camera showed her torso, but not her face this close to the camera. 

“I thought the flyer said everyone was welcome,” said the man wearing the camera, calm and amused. It was obviously Zane. Dan could tell from the voice alone. He would recognise that smug prick anywhere. 

“I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, Zane, but whatever it is, I…” 

“I’m just here to learn to bake,” said Zane with a chuckle. “You’re the one who seems to be making a big deal out of it. But fine, go tell the organizers to kick me out of the class because you knew me in college and think I’m annoying. I’m sure that will get exactly the response you’re looking for.” 

Leah made a frustrated huff and turned away, showing the camera a tempting view of her plump backside as she retreated, stiff with anger. 

The video cut off there. Dan was confused. If this was supposed to be an example of Zane’s progress, it didn’t look encouraging. Leah was obviously pissed off and dismissive. But Zane wouldn’t have posted this on his website if it ended in a rejection. With a sinking feeling in his belly, oddly compounded by his thumping heart and throbbing erection, Dan scrolled down and read further. 

The twisted arousal and disquiet only swelled within him as he read the following entries. Zane was meticulous and thorough. He researched Leah’s weaknesses and applied strategic pressure. Strangely, his aim wasn’t to endear himself to Leah, but just the opposite. Zane worked, at the beginning, to get under Leah’s skin and make her obsessed with him. 

He slept with the other members of the class, mostly married women, and flaunted it in Leah’s face. He researched and became an expert in baking to question Leah’s teaching in class. He pushed Leah to give in to his desires on petty issues, supposedly “training her to submit.” And, most importantly, he slowly introduced innuendo and crude jokes to get Leah to connect him in her mind with sex. 

All of it was written in the same leering, gloating style, smugly confident that Leah would soon be his. Pictures and short clips accompanied the updates, and Dan couldn’t help but note that, although her expression remained annoyed, there was a noticable hungry edge to Leah’s expression as the updates went on. 

The parallels to Claire’s situation were obvious and disturbing. Dan’s wife was becoming more distracted with time, more obsessed with Zane. Was she thinking about him sexually at this point? Was she at that stage? Dan shook his head. Of course not. She would never reach that stage. She was Claire, not some easily manipulated slut. 

He didn’t understand why his fucking erection wasn’t going down while his gut twisted with anxiety like this.

Dan’s mouth was dry as he read the next update. 

As all of my regular strokers know, the pieces were all in place at this point. All poor Leah needed was one final push. She needed to see my cock. She needed a chance to really think about what it might feel like to submit to a dominant man like me, not just in everyday life, but in bed. So I sent her a dick pic. “By Mistake” obviously. I told her I was sending a picture of a loaf I made at home asking for tips, or some shit like that, but she got a glamor shot of my throbbing cock instead. One of those timed links that only opens once. You should have seen how she cussed me out! But she didn’t block me. Not even after I sent the second picture the next day. Not even after I sent her one every evening, at a time I knew was after her hubby had gone to sleep. And, then, dear strokers, when I knew she was getting used to seeing my cock regularly… I stopped. And that was all it took to get this sneering, superior, married mom to crumble.

A screenshot of a messaging app was posted below. Dan felt second-hand indignation as he realized that Leah was listed simply as “Buns” in Zane’s phone, but then he remembered that, for reasons he still couldn’t quite wrap his brain around, Leah had approved Zane posting this. 

Buns: I just want to know why. 

Zane: There’s nothing to explain. You wanted me to stop sending you dick pics. You said they were disgusting and pathetic. So I stopped. Isn’t this what you wanted?

Buns: You’re insane! I told you to stop every time, and you kept sending them again and again. And now all of a sudden you stop out of the blue? It makes no fucking sense!

Zane: I know what this is. You want more, don’t you? 

Buns: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? Are you even reading my messages? How could you draw that conclusion? 

Zane: I get it. Asking me straight out would be too humiliating. So I’ll make you a deal. You don’t need to ask me and admit you want to see my cock. All you need to do is send me a picture of your tits. I won’t even gloat or say I told you so or anything. The second you send me the picture of your naked tits, you get a picture of my cock back, no hassle. 

Buns: You’re delusional. Don’t contact me again.

Dan was on the edge of his seat as he scrolled down.

Well, strokers, I let her be for a little while. Didn’t text. Didn’t show up to class. I let her have what she thought she wanted: peace and quiet with her pindick husband. And you’ll never fucking guess what popped into my inbox a week later.

The tone prepared Dan for what was coming next, but it still hit him like a punch to the gut. The picture was clearly taken in the bathroom, and although her face wasn’t in the picture, Dan was sure it was Leah. She lifted her shirt up over her breasts, with a clear blush all the way down her neck… to her bare naked tits, on display for Zane. 

On display for Zane, but not fully for Dan. Frustratingly, the nipples were once again covered in a black bar, leaving the picture unsatisfying. Yet Dan couldn’t tear his eyes away. He had obviously seen naked tits hundreds of times, but this felt intensely personal. These were the breasts he had lusted after. The tits he had only ever seen once during one stressful, confusing skinny-dipping session. And Zane had somehow earned that sight just through being an arrogant prick with a big cock. And Zane not only got to see Leah’s tits, but put them onto to the internet for any guy to see. 

Well, almost any guy. Not guys who had the Beta Edition.

Before he realized what he was doing, Dan felt his hand squeezing his cock, shoved down his pants. His eyes bored into the photo as his hand gripped and squeezed, as if by staring hard, he could penetrate the black bars. Somehow, despite how humiliating and frustrating it was, the denial was part of the pleasure for him. The humiliating denial pressed a button inside Dan that he didn’t know he had. With a tortured groan, he scrolled further down the page.

More pictures followed. Zane insisted that Leah send a brand new photo whenever she wanted a dick pic, and it soon became a nightly ritual. Dan gave up on the pretense as he scrolled, tugging his pants down his thighs and openly stroking as he watched Leah’s photos grow sexier… flirtier. She held the shirt in her teeth as she lifted it over her breasts in one photo. In another, she arched her back to thrust them forward. In a third, she leaned forward, letting them hang down softly from her chest. And in each photo, Dan was blocked. Denied. Not allowed to see her nipples, just the full, rounded curves of her tits. 

And then Zane switched it up. He told Leah he was bored of her tits. He needed something different. He wanted to see her fat ass. Zane arrogantly demanded that he needed to see Leah bending over and holding her cheeks open if she wanted to see another cock pic. Predictably, she refused, saying that Zane had gone too far this time. 

And, after a few more days of Zane’s cold shoulder, predictably, she sent him a new picture anyway. 

Dan unconsciously increased the speed of his stroking, his heart pumping wildly and sweat beading on his forehead as he saw Leah in a way he never would have predicted. 

Leaning over, bent at the waist, one hand gripping each luscious cheek, pulling them apart to reveal… a perfect round black hole censoring Dan’s view, as well as a black bar obscuring even the tiniest glimpse of her pussy. It drove Dan crazy. As badly as he had fumbled his chance that day, Dan treasured the memory of skinny dipping with Leah. He had seen his crush naked, and that was a victory in itself. 

But Zane had seen more. Now, every random subscriber to this website had seen more. It made Dan want to log out a buy a subscription for himself, even if it would make Claire question the charge on the credit card statement. But he was too deep now. He read the next update in a cold sweat, his hand pumping rapidly on his cock. 

Oh, course, at this point I had her, strokers. She was mine, even if she didn’t realize it yet. All that I needed to do was reach out and take her. I know that this has been a photo-heavy training log this time around, strokers, but it all leads up to this. I told Leah that if she wanted to see my cock again it would have to be in person. And, after some token resistance, she agreed. The scene was set, after class at the community center, a couple of minutes after the last would-be baker left…

The camera approached Leah. who stood at a table at the front of some sort of food lab. Even with the black bars covering her eyes, Dan could tell she was embarrassed and annoyed. She gestured nervously toward the perspective of the camera. “What’s with the camera. You didn’t say you were going to film this.”

Zane chuckled. “I already have a picture of your asshole, sweetcheeks. What does one little video matter? If it’s a dealbreaker, we can just go our separate ways, of course…”

“Fine,” snapped Leah, blushing heavily, clearly embarrassed to be on camera, but unwilling to walk away from this taboo encounter. “Let’s just… Let’s get this over with. You’ll send more pictures if I do this, right?” She was already unbuttoning her jeans as she spoke, turning around to face away from Zane. 

“Scouts honor,” said Zane, his voice dripping with smug amusement. “Enough stalling. Show me what I came here to see.”

Leah hooked her thumbs through her waistband, pulling her jeans and panties down over the swell of her impressive ass, revealing their pale, chubby roundness. 

“That’s not enough,” said Zane in a hungry voice. “Show me everything.” 

“I know. I’m doing it,” snapped Leah, irritated, but with a slight rasp of arousal tainting her voice. She reached back and gripped her cheeks with her pants down around her knees, pulling them apart slowly. It had been erotic in the photos, but it was twice as fascinating here… and twice as frustrating as the blank black disc and bar of censorship appeared. For an instant, maybe a single frame, Dan swore he could almost see a glimpse of her tight pink hole, but then it was blocked. The twisted pleasure roared inside him as he stroked his cock faster and faster.

Zane stood for a long minute, zooming in on what, for Dan, were just featureless black zones, then he spoke again. “Well. After that little treat, I think I’m ready to give you your reward too.”

Leah turned gratefully, beginning to pull her pants back up. Zane stopped her. “No, leave those down… who knows, the mood might strike you and you’ll appreciate the easy access.”

“Of course not. Pig,” muttered Leah, huffily crossing her arms, but leaving her pants pulled down. Dan’s vision was still completely denied by the back bar, but she was clearly naked from the waist to the knees. 

“Whatever,” she grumbled, fidgeting uncomfortably. “Like you said, it’s your turn. Show me.” Her voice was prickly and harsh, but it was obvious to Dan that she was eager for the sight of Zane’s cock. She bit her lips lightly in anticipation, fidgeting and rubbing her thighs together lightly as she waited.

“One last thing…” began Zane. 

“Oh, come on!” said Leah with a frustrated sigh. “You said all I had to do was show you my… what I normally show you! You’re going back on the deal!”

“Not at all,” said Zane smoothly, clearly unfazed by Leah’s outburst. “I’m about to show you my cock right now. It’s just about how I want to show you. I want you to get down on your knees.”

Leah blushed heavily. “Don’t fucking joke about that, Zane,” she said in a waving voice, her thigh rubbing fidgeting becoming even more noticeable. 

“Who’s joking? I mean, you can make all the excuses you want, but it’s clear by this point that you enjoy the sight of my cock. Don’t you want the chance to see it… close up? We both know that you’d enjoy it.”

Dan’s pumped his fist rapidly up and down his cock. Part of him screamed at Leah to reject the ridiculous, demeaning request. But another part of him wanted to see her do it. To kneel in front of the man she hated. To get up close and personal with the cock that had broken her pride. That was the part of him that was feeding the poisonous, jealous, insecure lust that was pumping through his veins and radiating outward from her stiff, slippery cock. 

But he somehow knew that Zane wasn’t going to be the one who lost here. He wasn’t surprised when Leah, eyes downcast with shame, slowly dropped to her knees, still bottomless, silently giving in and placing herself beneath the man she used to look down on.

There was the loud sound of a zipper, and Zane stepped forward into Leah’s personal space, making her look up with an expression of mixed intimidation and arousal. 

Zane’s cock bobbed into the frame, stiff, veiny, and fucking massive. Obscenely, it wasn’t censored at all, visible in all of its masculine glory. Dan, shamefully, couldn’t help but compare it and the cock he was currently fucking his fist with. First and foremost, Zane’s was bigger. Not just longer, but thicker too. Dan wasn’t naive enough to think that big dicks were essential, or even necessarily superior to more reasonably-sized penises. But Zane’s manhood had a certain aura of power to it, and it was obvious that it was affecting Leah. She started up at Zane’s cock in awe, her mouth falling open lightly in an expression naked need. Dan couldn’t see her eyes behind the black bar, but it didn’t take a genius to tell that Leah’s gaze was laser-focused on the throbbing phallus in front of her eyes. She licked her lips as Zane’s cock towered over her, and in that moment, Dan knew that it would never be possible for him to inspire that kind of worshipful gaze from a woman. 

“Don’t be shy, Leah,” said Zane smugly. “This is your chance to really get to know your new obsession.” Then, without warning, he leaned forward and laid his hot, pulsing cock across Leah’s blushing face, drawing a shocked gasp from her glossy lips. “Z-zane, what the fuck!” she whimpered. But she didn’t shy back from the thick veiny cock pressed against her face. “You can’t just… You can’t fucking touch me with that!” 

“So fucking push me back,” said Zane flatly. He hand reached into frame and gripped his cock, insultingly using it to gently slap Leah’s cheeks. “Or move away. Or do fucking anything to stop me from rubbing my cock all over your pretty face.” But she didn’t. Leah just groaned in tortured arousal and slipped her hand down between her thighs to touch herself as Zane arrogantly rubbed his cock all over her face. 

Dan couldn’t believe the sight. Zane was wildly crossing the line here, just boldly violating her face with his hard cock. And Leah was just… submitting! Zane was completely correct that there was nothing forcing Leah to stay where she was and accept the demeaning treatment, nothing physical, at least. Although Leah looked furious and humiliated, her hand was clearly moving and rubbing between her thighs… behind the black box, obscuring Dan’s vision. She was held in place by her reluctant lust, stronger than the hatred she had for the arrogant man disrespecting her. 

Finally, when he had smeared the scent of his dick all over the submissive wife’s face, Zane rubbed the bulbous head of his cock over her delicate lips, smearing them with precum, which Leah unconsciously licked away.

“Suck my, cock, Leah,” Zane insisted. 

“Zane, I can’t!” protested Leah, breathing heavily, her voice sounding like a desperate whine rather than the decisive statement of a confident woman. “I’m married! I can’t just…”

“Shut the fuck up, Leah,” said Zane, his voice steady and even, but firm. “We both know you want to.  And we both know you’re going to do it in the end. You’ve done everything I wanted so far, after all. Let’s save the hassle. Just open up those lips and suck.”

“You’re a monster,” growled Leah, looking up at Zane with an expression of helpless lust and hate. 

“Yeah, yeah,” chuckled Zane. “Suck this monster’s cock, sweetcheeks.”

And she did. Dan watched with his heart in his throat and his hand pumping wildly up and down his cock as Leah growled in frustration… then visibly surrendered, opening her mouth to give Zane’s cock a long slow lick with the flat of her tongue from root to tip, then sealed her pouty lips over his dick’s drooling head. 

Dan knew that this was what was coming. Leah had basically admitted as much to his face. But even though he understood Leah had a sexual relationship with the man she once despised, seeing her submission on video was still a punch to the gut. As he watched Leah’s lips gripping tight, clinging as they slipped up and down the shaft of the arrogant, obnoxious man looming above her, Dan’s hand gripped tighter and moved faster on his own cock. This was a man who she hated. Someone who had done nothing but get under her skin, insult her, and push her around from the beginning. Yet she still slurped and sucked, admitting her defeat in the most humiliating way possible.

Zane had managed to do something that Dan had failed to do. He had made Leah his. That stung… but at the same time it made Dan’s twisted, jealous pleasure rise higher. He watched with fascinated envy as Leah reached up to cup and rub Zane’s testicles with one delicate hand. Her mouth slowly slid up and down his thick shaft, leaving it shiny with her slick saliva, going deeper and deeper with every stroke. 

Is this what Zane planned to do to Claire? The thought was chilling. Claire hated Zane, and so Dan had felt safe up until now. But that was all part of Zane’s plan, wasn’t it? To fill a woman’s mind with hate and obsession, crowding her thoughts with only him, then igniting that obsession into lust with well-timed exposure to his sexual prowess. And if that was the case, wasn’t Zane right on track? How soon did he plan to have Claire in the exact same position as Leah? Dan watched as Leah came up for air, panting heavily with exertion and lust, saliva dripping from her mouth. Then she dived back down, bobbing her head with frantic sexual hunger, like a woman possessed, no longer able to control herself. 

What could Dan even do? He suddenly realized why Zane didn’t mind showing him this information. Zane didn’t believe that Dan would be able to stop him even if he knew the plan. 

Zane was one hundred percent confident that he had already won. That Claire would go from hatred to submission the same way Leah had. And even though he knew the thought should be chilling and terrifying, Dan still couldn’t stop stroking his cock, staring at Leah’s sloppy, enthusiastic blowjob on the screen. Wet sounds filled the room as Zane plundered her married throat. Her hand moved rapidly between her kneeling thighs, pleasuring herself in a way that the Beta edition wouldn’t allow Dan to see.  

Then, finally, Zane pulled Leah off of his cock, degradingly slapping it down against her tongue a few times, then stroking it rapidly, using her saliva as lube. “Ready to take my cum, you fucking slut?” he growled. Dan was shocked at how far the dynamic had come over the course of the video. Instead of persuading or manipulating, Zane was openly and unapologetically dominant now. 

But he was even more shocked at Leah’s reaction. There was no more resistance or reluctance at this point, she simply nodded eagerly and moaned, “Fucking give it to me!”

And, in one, electrifying, confusing moment, Dan didn’t see Leah kneeling there in front of Zane’s cock. He saw Claire, her face frozen in the same expression of weak, humiliated lust. That sudden, unexpected fantasy pushed him over the edge, just as Zane on the screen grunted in orgasm, spurting thick, hot ropes of pearly cum all over Leah’s upturned, panting face.

“Shit!” said Dan, unprepared as his dick shot cum out as well, splattering onto the screen of his laptop to join Zane’s load in a pathetic accompaniment to the dominant man’s act of sexual triumph. Cursing and embarrassed, Dan reached out to pause the video, his cock still spurting and dribbling all over himself. The image froze on the screen: Leah’s moaning face, covered by Zane’s digital cum mingled with Dan’s real load. Dan panted and covered his eyes with his hand that wasn’t dripping with sperm. His lust began draining away, leaving him confused, disturbed, and a little scared. 

He hurried to go find a cloth and clean off his computer while his mind began spinning. So now Zane’s methods were clear, at least in the outline. He intended to get under Claire’s skin, then convert that obsession into lust. Dan would never have believed such a thing could work if he hadn’t just seen Leah fall for the same trick. 

The problem was… what exactly could Dan do to counteract this strategy? He couldn’t exactly tell Claire to stop obsessing over Zane. If it were that easy, she would have done it herself. It might stop Zane if he could convince Claire to drop him as a client and cut off contact, but she would never do that just to make herself feel better: she would consider that a surrender. He could try to sabotage Zane’s move to make Claire see him in a sexual light… But Dan wasn’t sure what Zane would do to accomplish that: it didn’t sound like he used the dick pic method every time. 

And, maybe most importantly, Dan couldn’t stop questioning why the fuck he had climaxed to the idea of Zane cumming on his wife’s face. It was an idea that terrified him, so why was it also strangely erotic? Dan rubbed his eyes, frustrated by the questions pounding in his brain, compounded by the emotions of shame and fear pulsing through him. No wonder Zane had sent him this account. Dan felt more confused and demoralized than ever. 

But after he cleaned the soiled screen and carefully washed the rag, Dan found himself growing more determined. Zane hadn’t won yet. And it had been a month; his time was already half up. If Zane was so certain that he couldn’t possibly lose, that would only make it more difficult for him to see Dan’s counterattack coming. After checking once again to see if his wife had pulled into the driveway (This was turning into a really late night at the office… Dan pushed down the squirming thread of doubt inside him once again), Dan sat back in front of his computer, feeling more focused. He exited Leah’s page after one last lingering glace at the paused video, her face dripping with Zane’s cum, and picked another woman at random from the list, diving into her training log. 

He needed to find a pattern. To see what Zane’s plans had in common. 

Then maybe he could find and weak point and stop him. 

…

Claire glared down at her drawing tablet, a headache born from sheer irritation pounding in her temples. 

On the screen was another quick sketch of a glass-fronted cabinet with various swatches of colorful cloth displayed within. Zane’s fucking trophy case. Ideas for various designs had been popping into her head all day, and Claire had felt compelled to draw them. With a growl of frustration, Claire stabbed at the delete button, but when the pop-up came up asking if she was sure, she hesitated. Her mouth drew into a thin, angry line, then she hit “No” and instead saved the design in the folder with the others. 

Did it matter that she had a folder full of possible designs for Zane’s misogynistic panty display? It didn’t necessarily mean she had to show them to him and agree to have it built. But she would, wouldn’t she? If she kept going down this path she was on. Zane had gotten into her head, and nothing Claire did seemed to be able to shake him out. 

Claire sighed deeply and leaned back in her chair, eyes flicking toward the clock on the wall. It was late. Dan would be getting worried about her. She should just go home and have some sex to relieve this burning, frustrating tension inside her. If only she had some way to turn the tables on Zane. Make him sweat for a change…

Wait… 

A smile crossed Claire’s face. That actually made a lot of sense. The reason she always felt like she was on the back foot with Zane lately was because she was always playing defence against his crude advances and insults. By why should she? She was a beautiful woman, and he was a troll. If anything, she should be the one making him sexually frustrated and upset. 

That’s what she would do. She would go on the attack for a change. It was time to give Zane some of his own medicine. But what was the best approach?

Option A: Zane clearly wanted her. Why not give him a little tease of what he could never have? Get him drooling, then leave him with blue balls. What if Claire dressed extra sexy in their next meeting, dropped some innuendos and teasing flirtation, got him allll riled up… and then walked right out the door, leaving him desperate for more. Maybe it was a little disrespectful toward Dan to flirt with another man that way, even if she had no intention of letting Zane touch her, but it was time to fight fire with fire. After a stunt like that, it would be Zane who had uncomfortable, frustrating sexual thoughts about her, and that would put them on a more even footing. 

Option B: As much as Zane tried to act like it was no obstacle, Claire was fucking married. Maybe it was time to remind Zane of that fact. Claire controlled the schedule in her office… what if she invited her husband for a little afternoon delight, and arranged for Zane to walk in on them in the act? A little show for him to match the eyeful Claire got the other day. It would show Zane that Claire was perfectly satisfied with her man, and Dan was the ONLY one allowed to enjoy her physical love. It would also give Zane the same sort of infuriating sample of Claire’s sexuality that Claire had gotten of his, and in theory, make him less certain of himself around her. 

Option C: Claire noted that Zane had blocked off the coming Friday as a time he wasn’t available for meetings. He was apparently going to a big charity event hosted for the rich businessmen of the city. Claire thought it was sort of pathetic. The sleazy pornographer wanted to be taken seriously and rub elbows with the real upper class of the city. Well… Zane had crashed and ruined one of Claire’s dates, so as far as she was concerned, turnabout was fair play. She had enough connections with wealthy clients to get an invite to the charity event, and she could use it to embarrass Zane: pointing out to the high society guests that he seemed to want to impress that he was just a sleazy smut-monger. It would also give her a chance to dress up in a dazzling dress and show how much classier she was than the little toad.