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This story is a work of fiction and does not, in any way, condone sexual assault or violence.

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Dana’s Little Secret, Act II: “The Side Gig”

Dana and I were fucking so much now that we were doing it basically every day, and sometimes multiple times a day. We’d bang in my office, the parkade, the bathrooms and pretty much every surface in my house. Nowhere was off limits, it seemed. She never gave any excuse to reject my advances and was always enthusiastic, but today was… different. She was just… sitting there on her couch, gazing a million miles away. She had barely even touched her wine glass.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Dana, is there something going on?”

“What?”

“It’s like you’re not even here. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? If you want to be alone, I can leave.”

“No! I want you to stay.”

“Alright, but talk to me, please?”

I sat next to her and folded her hand into mine, bracing myself for what was about to be revealed.

“Mike, I need to get some stuff off my chest. You’re the only person at work who I really trust, and things are happening that I can’t get a handle on by myself.” 

She proceeded to describe to me, in great detail, what had happened to her last night. At points, she was so overcome by the humiliation and anger that she had to stop and cry. I was absolutely floored.

Mike: “Jesus, Dana! That’s… fucking insane! I didn’t think that George would ever do something like that. He’s always in such a good mood, always chatting with people… I should have known that there was something wrong.”

Dana: “There’s more, Mike. George doesn’t have all the facts, but it won’t stay that way for long. I have to act quickly if I have any hope of coming out of this on top, and I need your help.”

I paused, staring at the floor for a few moments.

Mike: “So, what do we do?”

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One week later…

Dana wasn’t about to let George have the upper hand here. After all, he had already shown all his cards. She, however, still had an ace in the hole and a couple of Hail Marys to go before she threw in the towel.

Unbeknownst to George, Dana was… something of a detective herself. This was her side gig — the secret that she’d been going to ridiculous lengths to protect. As for Bill Masters, the man from her past? He was her handler, and he worked for a rival company, a detail which had the potential to torpedo Dana’s career. At this point, her main advantage was that, while George knew Bill’s real name, he did not know the true nature of their relationship.

George’s pride over the clever execution of his blackmail plan didn’t last long. After a while, he began to question whether or not he jumped the gun. He became increasingly paranoid, reclusive and would avoid any interactions with Dana whenever possible. This did not go unnoticed.

Finally, after a gruelling week of working both of her jobs, full-time, Dana had enough to retaliate against George.

It was another late night, and George was closing up shop at the office. He was positive that he was the only one still there. After all, his heightened paranoia had led him to take extraordinary security precautions.

The elevator ride down to the parking garage was the longest he could remember. Finally, he arrived at his car’s floor and started walking briskly towards it. His head was on a swivel, and every little bump and creak along the way sent a jolt of adrenaline through his system.

When he finally got there, he paused for a moment — all kinds of scenarios were running through his head. He grabbed a flashlight from his briefcase. His eyes scanned throughout the passenger compartment, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing. He looked in the engine bay. Nothing. He opened the trunk. Still nothing. In his typical meticulous fashion, he even got down on his hands and knees and checked underneath.

After several minutes of this, he was finally satisfied. He opened the driver’s door and locked it behind him. So far, so good. He started the car and, when it didn’t blow up, he figured that he was in the clear.

Once he hit the open road, he started blasting his favourite songs — singing and dancing the entire time.

When he got home, he went straight to the kitchen to pour himself a stiff drink, something he’d been doing a little… too often lately. He walked into the living room, turned on the light, and was shocked to see someone sitting in his favourite chair. He dropped his glass, which shattered when it hit the tile floor. “Dana? What the hell is this?!” George looked around, only to see that she was not alone.

“Mike? Bill Masters?!”

Bill stood there, with a wicked smile that made George’s look puerile in comparison.

“Hey, buddy! Beautiful night for a country drive, don’t you think? Sit down.”

Dana slowly walked around to face him. “So… blew your load a bit early, did you? Too bad. We could have really had something if you weren’t so hell-bent on gratifying yourself. You probably would have lasted longer the other night, as well.”

Bill and I chuckled. This was the moment that we had all been waiting for. Dana’s verbal beating was so meticulously calculated that George shriveled up like a prune.

“God dammit! How the fuck did you…”

“That’s not important right now, George. All you need to know is that we are not going anywhere, we won’t be having any interruptions, and there is nothing that you can do about it.”

George was in full panic mode. He didn’t want to admit it, but Dana was right — he was seemingly outmaneuvered on every front.

“Oh, not so fun when you’re on the receiving end, is it?!” Dana smiled and laughed at her partners in crime, who were a little more sombre. After all, we were here for one very simple reason — to help her get even.

“Now, let’s talk about last week. Seems to me as though you’ve done this before. Am I wrong?”

Dana looked over at Bill. They both nodded, and he opened the lid of the box that George had just now noticed was sitting on his dining room table. Bill proceeded to take out several files, each as large as the one George had served on Dana last week. All George could do was watch, petrified, as he saw his power over Dana slipping away. Bill walked back to stand beside her.

“Answer the question, George!” He shouted, menacingly.

“This proves nothing! You’re just trying to scare me!”

“That’s not what I fucking asked you,” Dana snapped back at him. Seems like you’re being a bit evasive, George!”

Dana nodded at me. I walked up to George and cuffed him to the chair he was sitting in. It had a metal frame — we had made sure of that.

“I’m not telling you shit. Do your worst!”

Dana smiled. George’s petty scheming was all too transparent to her by now.

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? See, I’m taking a page out of your book. I would love to make you suffer and see you bleed, but, thankfully, I can see the big picture.”

George’s head was spinning. He was trying, desperately, to figure out a way to get ahead of Dana and her crew. Finally, he decided to throw his last Hail Mary.

“If I don’t show up to work next week, all the dirt I have on you is going straight to Management.”

Dana chuckled and shook her head. We were still standing there, basically statuesque, but couldn’t help but smile along with her.

“Who do you think signed off on this, huh!? They know everything, George! Who you are, who I am, why we’re all here. And guess what? I still have my job.”

She paused for a moment to let George collect his thoughts.

“Face it — you’re out of moves, and if you want to give yourself a fighting chance, it’s in your best interest to accept that.”

“Fighting chance? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Well, for one thing, you’ll get to leave this house still breathing. Something which, I might add, I am not very thrilled about. Now choose! Are you going to play ball, or not?”

George sighed and stared at the ceiling. “Yes, ma’am.”

“No. You say that again, and you look at me, this time!”

“Yes, ma’am!”

Dana was ecstatic and clapped her hands together rapidly. Her laughter was louder, and higher-pitched, than any of us were used to. It caught me off guard, but Bill was unfazed. Clearly, he knew things about her that I didn’t.

“Well, well… A stunning reversal, wouldn’t you say? I’ve been looking forward to hearing those words for quite some time. Now, tell me, George. Are you my little bitch?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Are you going to do everything we say?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. If you thought that last time was fun, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet!”

Dana was really starting to come into her own as a dominatrix, and tonight, she was about to prove just how good she really was. She smirked and chuckled as she pictured how Molly might react to being upstaged in such a spectacular, diabolical manner. How unfortunate it was, Dana thought, that she would never be able to share this. She started walking around George in a slow circle, occasionally stopping to lightly caress his earlobes and neck. He shivered, as a chill ran down his spine and goosebumps formed on his skin.

“Let me ask you a question, George. You’re heterosexual, correct?”

“Uh… yeah, that’s right.”

Dana laughed. “Not tonight, you’re not.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Oh, you’re going to find out. Alright, Bill. The floor is yours!”

“Thank you, my dear.”

Bill walked up to George and started unzipping his pants.

“Open your mouth.”

“Please, don’t do this!”

Bill gave George an open-palm slap across the face, just hard enough to really get his attention.

“I don’t care if you’re as straight as Leonardo-fucking-DiCaprio! You’re going to suck me off, and you’re going to like it. Don’t even think about trying anything funny!”

George sighed. He knew, at that point, that he was completely under our control. “Yes, sir.”

“That’s a good boy! Now, whimper like I took the last cookie from the jar and gave it to your mama instead.”

He gagged and coughed as Bill started pushing his already hard cock into George’s mouth. Bill smirked and chuckled.

“Might as well try to enjoy yourself, boy — this is gonna be a lot less painful if you do. Course, I don’t really give a hoot, either way.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Now get that tongue nice and busy. Close your eyes if you have to.”

Bill grunted and moaned as his willing servant got to work. George was trying his hardest to imagine he was licking pussy, but Bill’s noises were making that difficult.

“God damn! You’re pretty good at this. Don’t tell me you never tried it before.”

I looked over at Dana, who, at this point, had her hand down her pants, her other hand on her tits, was squirming her hips around and biting her lip. She looked back at me and smiled.

“I’ve never seen Bill’s cock before, and it’s not for lack of trying, mind you. I can’t even tell you how fucking hot this is for me right now.”

I smiled back at her. I was hetero myself, like George, so him giving Bill a blowjob wasn’t really doing it for me. However, looking at how she was reacting to the whole thing was something else entirely. I moved in closer.

“Here. Let me take over for your left hand there.”

“Oh fuck,” Dana closed her eyes as I slipped my hand down her pants and started to lightly massage all around her pelvis, over top of her panties. She was unbelievably turned on, more than I’d ever seen.

My mind drifted slightly as I imagined how a therapist might analyze all this… you know, assuming she was actually thinking of going to one. Doesn’t seem likely.

As I continued stroking her pelvis, I felt a wet spot on her panties, which continued to grow, and it wasn’t long before her juice was soaking through. I lapped some of it up with two of my fingers and then started sucking them.

“Yeah, Mike. That taste good?”

“Mmm… you always taste good.”

Seeing this turned Bill on even more. He had never made any moves on Dana on account of the compromising professional position it would have put him in, being that there was a fundamental power dynamic to their relationship. While he was mostly gay, he had always secretly admired her, and not just because she was his brightest protégé. Now, he finally felt free to tell her the truth.

“That looks pretty fucking hot, Dana.”

“Oh yeah? Tell me how.”

“Well, I wish I was the one with a hand down your pants right now.”

“Really? You do? Wow, Bill, I never knew you felt that way.”

“And I’d love to show you how well my fingers work. Why don’t you come over here?”

As she walked over to him, I felt a twinge of jealousy roll over me, but I tried to stay cool and kept smiling. I said to myself: ‘Why are you making a fuss over this, Mike? You work in what is, essentially, a sex cult full of swingers.’ I took another sip from a beer I had taken from George’s fridge and started stroking my cock, focusing solely on Dana’s pleasure.

She stood up and strolled over to Bill, who wrapped his free hand around her waist and started feeling her up. “Oh, my God, Dana. You feel so good. I’ve fantasized about this for years!”

“Mmm, me too!”

Bill started to pick up speed, gripping George’s hair tighter, as he did. His moaning got louder, his breathing got faster, and he closed his eyes.

“Yeah? You gonna cum down his fucking throat?”

“Mm hmm. I’m almost there, honey!”

Bill started really working Dana’s pussy at this point, and her yelping started to get louder.

“Try to keep it down, okay? I know it’s difficult, but we don’t want the neighbours to hear.”

“Okay! Yeah, mmm, shove your cock all the way down inside that rat bastard!”

Bill gave George one last deep thrust — his cock started to twitch, and he emptied his load. Dana covered her mouth with her free hand to muffle her screams and came right along beside him, so much so that she had to sit down in a nearby chair to keep from losing her balance.

“Swallow it, boy! Every drop. I don’t want you makin’ a mess on the floor, ya hear?”

George gagged a little but fought through it and did what he was told.

“Good boy. Now, clean up the rest.”

After he was done licking, Bill zipped his pants back up and then walked back over to sit on the couch. He looked over at me and asked, “Well? What should we do now?” As if he didn’t already know. I laughed.

“Hmm. You know, I don’t think George has had quite enough yet. He needs a… second helping.”

“You may be right, son. Why don’t you go and see to Dana? She looks like she could use some… help of her own.”

“You’re right about that,” Dana said, as she looked back towards me. “Come here, Mike.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” I said, as we positioned ourselves in front of George. She pulled her panties to the side, which was uncharacteristic for her — there was a rushed desperation in her body language that turned me on even more. I had already made a mess in my boxers from all the pre-cum, and I didn’t waste any time getting inside her. She started yelping and moaning with a fierce, lustful tone that was completely new to either of us.

“Yeah! Fuck me harder!”

I was taken by surprise and, acting on pure instinct, I slowed down, doing the exact opposite of what she asked. “Are you sure? We’ve never done that before.”

“Yes, Mike! I’m sure! Give it to me, please!”

“Okay, baby. Here it comes!”

Not once in all the time we’d spent together had it ever felt so good! The raw passion and turbulent sea of emotions we were both swimming in heightened our pleasure to a whole new level. I wasn’t even thinking about what Bill and George were doing — I’d all but forgotten that they were even there. I was pounding Dana with a ravenous, angry energy that drove us both absolutely feral. She put her hand back over her mouth, her other on the back of George’s chair — she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of a bruise to show the cops later.

“Oh, shit! I’m cumming!” I said, as I slowed down, drawing out my climax. I made sure to pull out slightly so that my cum wasn’t buried all the way in, something that I had an especially hard time doing right now. But her revenge took precedence over my pleasure, and I wasn’t about to let her down now. We finally started to relax as the last drops of cum flooded out of my cock. We carefully inched our way forward so that Dana’s pussy was hovering over George’s mouth.

“Open up, bitch! It’s time for dessert,” Dana ordered.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Now, since you’ve been so compliant for us, you’re gonna get a little… treat. I want you to gulp down every drop of Mike’s cum.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Wow, he almost sounds like a little puppy right now, hey? Who’s a good boy?”

“I am.”

Dana giggled with delight as George dutifully obliged. This was the pièce de résistance of the whole ordeal — she had finally reclaimed her dignity and pride and, to top it all off, had derived some pleasure out of it, as well. I walked around to face her as she got to work lapping up our juices off my cock. After she and George finished, she put her pants back on and gave her final ultimatum.

“Okay, George. We’re done with you now. Before we go, however, you need to listen to what I’m about to tell you very carefully.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“We were never here, this never happened, and if you breathe a word of it to anyone, I promise that you’ll regret it!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Now, why don’t you have a drink, George? It’ll wash that sour taste out of your mouth and help you sleep better.”

Dana nodded to Bill, who, unbeknownst to George, had already added a little extra… spice to his rum — a perfectly untraceable sedative that, if the government ever discovered in his possession, would almost certainly merit… severe consequences. George reluctantly gulped it down, but his head was spinning far too quickly to muster up any further protests.

“I have a little… confession. I was hoping that you would drop your glass earlier. Sure, this whole adventure would have been a lot quicker and easier if you hadn’t, but where’s the fun in that?”

“What do you mean, Dana? What the fuck did you… put… in…”

George collapsed onto his couch. He wouldn’t wake up again for several hours, and this would be his last time falling asleep a free man. Dana smirked, looked around the room, and brushed her hands together.

“Well, boys, that was fun! Wouldn’t you agree?”

All we could do was smile and nod in response.

“Alright, I’m dead tired. I haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep all week. Let’s clean this place up and then get the fuck out of here.”

After we were done, we all started walking towards the back door and Dana smiled at us, wrapping an arm around each of our waists. It had been an exceptionally productive week. Not only had Dana gotten her revenge on George, but she had also ruined his life and taken his place on the Damage Control team. This was, for her, a significant step up in the organization, and she was finally going to put all of her talents to good use.

“You know, Mike? I wasn’t sure that this was going to work for a while there. We took a really big risk by doing all this.”

“Well? You know what they say about risk, don’t you?”

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