The Bet: Part 3

“He what?” asked Claire in a tone of shocked disbelief. She wasn’t quite sure she could believe her ears. Why would anyone say something like that? 

Dan shrugged with a twist of his lip. “That’s what he said. Direct quote. All women are sluts. Something about how it is all hard-coded into their genetics.”

Claire shook her head in disgust with a pitying laugh. Just when she thought the squat little slimeball of a man couldn’t get more pathetic. “Ugh, as if,” she said dismissively. “No self-respecting woman would touch that creep with a ten-foot pole. That ‘alpha male’ bullshit that terminally online losers try to sell themselves on doesn’t work in the real world.”

Dan laughed along for a moment, looking happy to pile on his former friend, but then he grimaced. “Well, yeah, I think so too... I just don’t understand why he always has a beautiful woman on his arm.”

Claire gave her husband a flat, cool look. “I said self-respecting women, Dan. Those are gold-diggers. Obviously every woman seems like a slut to Zane when he’s constantly being hit on by women who want a taste of his filthy porn money. He probably hasn’t met a normal woman in years.”

Dan just shrugged uncomfortably, rubbing his wife’s legs planted in his lap while looking away. Claire snorted and turned back to her phone. “There’s no magical, magnetic big dick energy, Dan. That’s just his pathetic fantasy. One hundred percent of his charm comes from his wallet,” she said condescendingly.  “He convinced you for a second there, didn’t he?” 

“No,” said Dan defensively. But Claire could read the guilty flash in his eyes like a book. Zane had actually momentarily sold him on the idea of secret genetic sluttiness. Why did guys want to believe that there was some sort of cheat code to sleep with women? The way Dan had attracted a hot wife like her was by being reasonably smart, kind, and attractive, plus having a willingness to change the way she wanted him to.  

The idea of Zane dating beautiful women was darkly fascinating to Claire, in the same way that watching a true crime documentary would be; enthralling, but disturbing. The idea of a beautiful woman letting the little pervert touch them with whatever shriveled thing he kept in his pants sent a shudder of horror through her. And all of this “all women are sluts” talk? Infuriating. The disgusting, ugly, conceited little man saw all women as ripe fruit, just waiting to be plucked whenever he wished. 

She was glad that Dan had told her. Claire knew how attractive she was and how even supposedly decent men lusted for her. If Zane thought women were fruit for the taking, she was surely one of the juiciest. Her lips set into a grim line of determination. She would take his money AND prove to him how wrong he was. Show him the error in his insulting worldview. 

This ‘slut’ wouldn’t be as easy prey as the gold-digging, aspiring porn stars who normally threw themselves at him. 

…

A few days later…

The petite asian slut knelt in front of Zane, her toned thighs were spread into a wide-legged stance and the dark nipples on her tiny, firm little tits were stiff and crinkled with lust. Zane was pleased to see that her tight pussy was shaved silky smooth, and he idly wondered for a moment if that meant she was regularly hooking up with one-night stands. She was certainly hot enough to have frequent casual sex. But unfortunately for the other guys, they would never compare to what Claire’s cute little assistant was about to experience. 

But, as tantalizing as Perlah’s tight, petite body was to look at, it didn’t make Zane’s dick throb like the expression on her face did right now. Her lovely, almond-shaped eyes were slightly cross-eyes as she stared up at the massive white cock looming above her. Her glossy lips were parted with hot, panting breaths as she said softly, “It’s so big, Za-... I mean, Sir.” She said, remembering what Zane had instructed her to call him. Zane had seen this dozens of times before, maybe even hundreds. She was cock-drunk, totally enthralled by the sight of his incredible penis. It was possible that up until this point, she thought she was doing Zane a favor by having sex with him. A lot of girls felt that way… right up until they saw his cock.  

Zane chuckled and leaned forward, pressing the thick, blood-hot length of his throbbing cock agains the kneeling Filipina’s face. She groaned, feeling its dominant, masculine energy against her skin. Her breaths puffed, quick and shallow, against Zane’s hairy balls as she moaned, “M-maybe it’s too big, Sir! I don’t know if it will f-fit!” 

Zane grinned. It would fit. It always did. In fact, soon Perlah would be begging for more… for him to go deeper. He could feel it right now as he watched her squirm with lust, her hand sneaking down to rub and squish between her spread thighs: he was going to turn this little slut into a size queen, just like he had so many others. If she played her cards right, he might even let her play with her new obsession on screen and get more money than Claire could ever pay her. 

“You don’t need to worry about that now, honey,” he said. “You just need to worry about making me feel good… and answering my questions. Worship me.”

With a shuddering breath, Perlah obeyed, pressing soft lips to his cock in a series of warm, wet kisses up and down its length. 

“Now… is Claire a good boss?” asked Zane, settling back and enjoying the petite woman’s slutty service. 

Perlah looked up at him, confused, as she swirled her little pink tongue around his cockhead. “Ms. Harrison? Well, ummm, she can be hard to get along with sometimes, but she’s honest and fair.”

Zane nodded, his concentration intense. “She seems like she can be stubborn. When you really need to convince her to change her mind, how do you go about that?”

“Why are we… slurp... why are we talking about my boss, Sir?” said Perlah, pausing mid-sentence to run her dripping wet tongue over Zane’s throbbing shaft. 

Perlah hadn’t been a challenge at all. By the end of Zane’s first visit to the office, she had been giggling and twirling her hair; by the end of the second visit, he had gotten her phone number; and the third time had, as they say, been the charm.  Single women were like easy mode, and Zane liked the hunt so much that he rarely bothered with pursuing them these days unless he badly needed a particular type of slut for his porn content. But, quite apart from what a delectable little snack she was, Perlah would be a useful tool in his toolbox.  Once she was hopelessly addicted to him, he would have a woman on the inside, able to monitor all of Claire’s communication and activities. 

Zane slapped his thick cock wetly against Perlah’s tawny cheek, leaving a shiny streak of her own saliva. “I thought you said you were going to do anything I said.” His voice was low and hard, and made Perlah look up at him with a little catch of intimidation and arousal in her breath. “Or should we just get our clothes back on and go our separate ways?”

“N-no, sir,” said Perlah hurriedly, her eyes still focused on his cock, hazy with lust. “I can be a good girl.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Now answer the question. And my balls could use a little attention while you’re at it.” 

The tight little Asian hurried to obey, lapping at his rough, hairy balls with her cute pink tongue while she stroked his slimy, spit-covered cock. “Well… she’s very hard to convince once she makes her mind up,” said Perlah between licks. “But sometimes if you distract her, or present new information on the issue that confuses her, you can sneak things past her.”

Zane nodded and moved on, quizzing Claire’s assistant on everything she knew about her boss. What made her angry. What made her laugh. Any stories she told about Dan, positive or negative. Her favorite food. Eventually, Perlah forgot all about how weird it was to answer questions about her boss. She was too busy stuffing her mouth with cock to think about anything other than Zane’s meaty dick. 

Finally, Zane had everything he needed. Just one more thing that had to be done… time to blow the little asian slut’s mind and make her a true beleiver. A worshipper in the church of big cock. Without warning, he bent to scoop Perlah up, tossing her onto the bed behind him as she let out a gasp of shock. He worked quickly and confidently, manhandling her tight young body into position. Her ass up and her face in the sheets, her back arched to give him the best possible view of her smooth, dripping slit. 

“Hands behind your back, slut,” he growled. He could see her little body heaving with passion as she held her arms behind her back for him, being a good, obedient slut just like she promised. He gripped her wrists tightly in one meaty hand, the position forcing her face down into the bed, giving Zane complete control. 

He raised his cock with his other hand, rubbing and teasing at Perlah’s swollen slit. “It’s sooo big, Sir!” she whined, her voice muffled. But even with the intimidation in her voice, her slim hips squirmed back into the feeling of his cock rubbing against her pussy. 

“So do you want to give up?” asked Zane, his voice mocking now. 

“N-no sir… please… Please f-fuck me. Just g-go slow, ok?” 

And Zane did. He may be a pushy, chauvinistic jerk, but he knew good sense when he heard it. He wanted Perlah to have hearts in her eyes when she saw him, not remember him as the asshole who hurt her pussy. He pushed forward with aching slowness, parting Perlah’s tender lips and sinking deep into her tiny pussy inch by inch, making her gasp and moan and writhe beneath him from the intensity of the sensation as her hot, wet pussy clung to his cock like a silken glove.

As he suspected, Perlah had been wrong. With a little patience and soft murmuring about how good of a girl she was, plus a short pause to rub her clit, Zane was able to push himself balls-deep into the petite woman, stretching her pleasurably to her very limit. 

And, after a long moment of luxuriating in that feeling, he began moving. Slowly at first, giving Perlah time to adjust to his girth, but then faster and faster, using his grip on her wrists as leverage as he plunged deep and hard, making Perlah moan and gasp like a bitch in heat beneath him. 

“You’re mine now,” grunted Zane as he thrust, using his free hand to send a spank cracking down on Perlah’s tight bubble butt. 

“All yours, sir!” agreed Perlah enthusiastically with a whining moan. “Fuck me!”

They fucked, hot and sweaty and passionate, with Zane dominantly thrusting Perlah down into the mattress while she moaned and milked his cock with her tight, smooth pussy. Zane could feel that both of them were about to cum. Him from the long tease of the submissive blowjob, her from the mindblowing experience of getting fucked by a real cock at last. Time to seal the deal. 

“You don’t work for Claire anymore,” he growled, increasing his pace ever further as his heavy balls tightened against the base of his cock. “You work for me. You do what I say. In and out of the bedroom.”

“Mmmmmm God!” howled Perlah, her toes curling and her thighs shaking in orgasm as Zane roared in triumph, filling her with hot, sticky seed. “Yes, sir! You own me! I’m your little slut! I’ll do whatever you fucking want!”

She didn’t mean it. Not yet. This was just the first time they had sex, after all. She would wake up tomorrow walking a little funny and think this was just a kinky, slightly embarrassing little experiment. But she would be back… and planting the idea early was important. She would be his obedient slut soon. 

And that would get him one step closer to turning Claire into the same thing. 

…

A few hours later, Zane sat at his computer. He had just finished typing up the info he had pumped from Perlah into the document he had started on Claire. He had a folder full of similar documents from the past few years, and he took a second to run his eyes over them fondly. 

Heather - SUCCESS

Billie - SUCCESS+HIRED

Vernonica - SUCCESS

The list went on and on. 

When Zane first started his little hobby, he had planned to mark any files where sleeping with the woman had proved impossible with FAILURE. But not a single document bore that label. Some of them had taken a while, and a few had managed to wriggle away after he had fucked them, but so far, Zane had managed to bury his cock at least once in every single woman he had pursed. 

Two days from now, he would have his first in-person meeting with Claire. It was scheduled to take place at his home, where she would look over the bedroom she was supposedly redesigning and ask him about what he wanted for the space. He had managed to get Perlah to pull some strings and move up the timeline: yet another perk of boinking Claire’s assistant. But he had to decide what tactic he would take with Claire during their first meeting. 

There was a reason why he had asked Perlah how best to change Claire’s mind. Everything Zane knew about her told him she was a strong-willed, opinionated woman who stuck to her instincts. And she had already decided that Zane was beneath her. 

There were a couple of possible approaches he thought could work…

Option A: Perlah said that sometimes Claire was vulnerable to distraction. Counter-intuitively, it might be a good idea to antagonize her during the meeting. Right now, Zane wanted Claire to be thinking about him as much as possible, and at this stage, it didn’t matter if that obsession was positive or negative. The more time he could get Claire to stew in her anger over him, the more time he had for his dominant confidence to seep deep down into her subconscious. So, maybe it was the best approach to lean into Claire’s dislike of him and be as abrasive and obnoxious as possible, at least initially. Hate wasn't that far from passion, so he had no fear it would make his job harder. But it would be a delicate balancing act. He couldn’t be so infuriating that he made Claire consider cancelling the contract. 

Option B: Perlah also said sometimes new information that didn’t agree with Claire’s preconceived notions could fluster and confuse her. Zane could try to play against Claire’s expectations, presenting a cultured and polite appearance that would throw Claire off her guard. If he played the gracious host, it might shake Claire’s preconceived notions enough that her curiosity would be piqued, and she would want to prove that underneath, he was just the pervy creep she originally thought. This might also serve the purpose of making Claire obsess over him. 

Option C: Or, he could cut through the mind games and go for something primal. If he arranged for Claire to see him naked and erect, the problem of her getting obsessed with him would take care of itself. It wouldn’t get her into his bed on its own - Claire was far too difficult a challenge for it to be that easy. But it would get her thinking about him and his cock, and that could provide a useful opening for further games. The only question was how to do it and make it seem like an accident…

As always, vote for your favorite direction! Also, if you have any larger ideas you would like to see for the direction of the plot, let me know!