The Bet - Chapter 25

Hello Everyone!

Here is the next part of The Bet!

I am looking for opportunities to bring this series in for a conclusion. That doesn't mean it is the last we will see of these characters, but the plot has reached a good point for a ramp upward to a climax. I hope you have all been enjoying the ride so far!

In other writing news, I have been hard at work on the Villainess 3, and I just finished up the long running commission I have been working on, which should, in theory, free up some of my writing time.

Some people have been asking about Trinity 9. it is still in the works, and we have a significant portion of it written, but Vivian has been taking things slow lately due to burn out, and I have no desire to push her when she is struggling. I am hoping it will be done soon.

I hope you all enjoy this installment of The Bet! let me know what you think in the comments!

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“F-fuck… I can’t… I can’t do this anymore, Z!” gasped Claire desperately, beads of sweat rolling down her face. “I have another client coming in ten minutes.”

“I guess you’d better cum for me then, Claire Bear,” said Zane’s low, amused voice over the phone. “Wouldn’t want anyone walking in on you doing something this slutty.”

“Oh Godddd,” whined Claire, her fingers circling her clit madly as her other hand clutched the phone to her ear. “Z… maybe if you sent me something… Just a little peek of…”

“Inspiration?” Zane let out a chuckle. “I think I can do that for you. This time. Since you’re in such a big hurry.”

A second later, Claire’s phone pinged, and she lowered it from her face, her eyes frantic and greedy as she stared down at the picture Zane had sent. There it was… Claire could feel the pleasure between her spread thighs roar into a blazing inferno at the sight of her lover’s cock, tall and proud, throbbing with masculine power. 

In seconds, the orgasm she had been chasing for her entire phone conversation with Zane crashed over her, swallowing her up in its white-hot intensity. 

She could hear Zane’s voice murmuring from the speakers, but for now, she was only focused on the glorious image of his cock as her fingers strummed her clit and her toes curled with pleasure. 

Finally, she sighed and collapsed back in her chair, raising the phone back to her ear. “Well, did that take care of your stress, Claire Bear?” asked Zane, a twist of amusement coloring his voice. 

“A little,” said Claire with a gentle snort. She reached down to pull her panties up from her left ankle, where they dangled, bunched up.It was embarrassing that Zane could convince her to do shameful things like masturbating at work,  but it didn’t do much harm in the end. Claire had already learned that giving in and being a little slutty for Zane could be lots of fun… as long as she was careful that things didn’t go too far. 

“But when am I going to be able to see you again?” she asked, trying her best to sound confident rather than needy. She and Zane were two busy professionals, and it was inevitable that at some point their schedules would conflict. It had been nearly a week since she had seen him in person… and she had to admit that she was kind of missing him. Or his cock at least. 

“Tomorrow,” said Zane confidently. It was one of the things that Claire found irresistible about him, even if it was a little annoying at the same time. Dan would have asked her if tomorrow would work for her. Zane just told her when they would meet like she had no say. 

The next thing he said pleased her significantly less. 

“I’m taking you out.”

The very idea caused a sneaking feeling of unease to sprout up in Claire's chest. “Not possible,” she countered, trying to sound equally firm and confident. “I’m having an affair with you, remember? We need to keep a low profile.”

Claire wished that, for once, Zane would just accept that she had put her foot down and move on, but he seemed never to back down from this type of confrontation as a matter of principle.

“Trust me, Claire Bear, where we’re going, no one will recognize you.” 

Claire sighed and rubbed her temple, but by now she was familiar with the feeling growing inside her. The feeling that it wouldn’t be that bad. That it would be kind of hot and fun, actually, to let her dominant lover have his way.

“Come on,” coaxed Zane. “You keep saying you belong to me. You even let me mark you. But what good is that if I can’t ever show off the hot little slut I own to other people?” 

Fuck. It did sound hot. Not just Zane’s sex kitten in private, but on his arm out in the world, showing everyone that she belonged to him… 

“It can’t be anywhere that someone could even possibly recognise me,” she said reluctantly. 

“I’ll even get you a wig,” promised Zane, an eye-rollingly smug undercurrent in his voice. 

“Fine. Text me what time and we can meet at your place,” said Claire, and hung up, tossing her phone onto her desk irritably. Even now, when she had given in on so many things, it still stung a little to cave and do what Zane wanted. Without thinking, Claire’s hand rose to gently touch the outer swell of her breast over her blouse, right over where the Henna bear tattoo stained her skin. 

Zane was leaving a different type of mark on her… one that might last longer than the dye marking her breast. And that idea filled her with terror and excitement. 

…

Claire glanced at her husband over her book, watching as he frowned down at his phone, clear tension in his face. Things had been strained between them for the past week, and the reason why was obvious. 

Claire fed her husband Zane's cum on the night of their date. Dan still didn’t realize that, thank God. Claire had to imagine that a revelation like that would be the end of their marriage, no matter how submissive Dan was. 

But what she had done openly was more than enough to make things awkward between them since then. Even if the cum was a secret, Claire had openly flirted with other men while dressed like a slut, denied her husband sex, then heavily teased him with the idea of pursuing other men. And, even worse as far as Dan’s self-esteem was concerned, the entire experience had made him hard as a rock, and then had given him a powerful orgasm. 

They had learned a lot about each other that night, and Claire knew that they were both still processing what that meant. They hadn’t had any sort of sexual encounter since then, and Claire wasn't exactly sure if it was because she was still denying Dan sex, or if he wasn’t ready yet. Maybe a mix of both.

Regardless, the revelations about Dan’s cuckold fetish did make Claire feel less guilty about her dalliances with Zane. Maybe it was just natural for her to lust after other men if Dan was aroused by other men wanting her. 

Wasn’t she just giving him what he subconsciously desired? Overall, it made it much easier to make excuses.

“I’m going to be out with a client tonight,” she said mildly. 

Dan looked up, a frown of discomfort twisting his face. “Oh? Tonight? You mean like… late?”

“Yes,” said Claire serenely, staring into her husband’s eyes without a trace of guilt. “He’s a big fish. I want to butter him up, see if I can squeeze a little more out of him.”

Dan’s eyes widened at her brazen declaration that she planned to be out late with another man. It was yet another provocation dangled in front of him. A chance for him to put his foot down and be a real man. 

Claire maintained challenging eye contact. Would Dan object? Openly declare that he didn’t trust her? Or would he fold, deciding to trust her faithfulness despite her teasing? 

Claire knew the answer even before Dan looked away. 

“Just… be safe,” he said weakly. 

Claire glanced at his crotch before returning to her book. There might have been a bulge there. With Dan’s size, it was sometimes difficult to tell. 

“Yes, dear. I always am.”

…

Claire felt anxiety twisting her belly more and more as they sped through town in Zane’s luxury SUV. She tucked a strand from the high-quality blonde wig Zane had provided behind her ear nervously, shifting in the leather seat and feeling it stick slightly to her thighs. 

Her old, proud, practical self was waking up now that this seemed close to actually happening, bringing up a furious list of reasons why this was an awful idea. 

All it would take was one client, or, God forbid, one of her friends, to recognize her, and everything would be over. Not only would she be seen publicly with the ugly little pornographer who had somehow conquered her; just being seen in this dress alone would be enough to make her a laughing stock. 

It was made of gaudy, shimmery gold cloth, with a tiny, flowy little skirt that came barely a quarter of the way down her thighs and put her at risk of flashing the whole world her panties if she made any sudden moves. 

But she was used to short skirts by now. But this dress left her feeling exposed in other ways. The design of the dress left her back completely bare, with just two strips of cloth covering her tits and coming up to loop over her neck. Even those cloth strips themselves were only barely adequate, leaving enough side-boob uncovered to display a little peek of her new tattoo.

The dress left her feeling almost naked, although all the most critical areas were covered. And she wouldn’t just be in public in this dress. She would be with Zane. Acting as his slutty bombshell arm candy. Displaying her curvy body as a sort of decoration to advertise her lover’s power and dominance. It offended everything she once believed about her place in the world. 

She shivered, and Zane reached over, laying a broad palm on her leg as he drove, eyes forward on the road. “Relax,” he said simply. “You’re with me. I’ll take care of you.”

The notion that Zane could take care of her better than she could look out for herself was so condescending that it should have enraged her. But instead, she did feel calmer. Zane was bringing her into a world that he understood, as his guest. And all she had to do was depend on him. That was relaxing in its own way. 

Before she knew it, they were parking and making the short walk to the club. Claire wasn’t a total novice at walking in high heels. They were basically a requirement of women’s formal wear after all. But still, the height of the sparkly golden stilettos that Zane had lent her to match her dress made her cling to Zane’s arm as they walked. They made her look even more like the simpering eye candy that Zane wanted her to be. 

Zane had brought them somewhere simply called “Quiver”, which he had assured Claire was currently one of the hottest nightclubs in town. Not that that mattered that much to her. But it was obvious that he had been telling the truth. There was a line down the block for the club’s front door.

Zane breezed right past the end of the line, headed for the front. Claire wasn’t sure if he had some kind of connection or if he was just that confident that he was sure he could talk their way inside. But that question wasn’t what concerned her most at the moment; she was far too distracted by the male attention that her skimpy dress was attracting. 

As she clicked her way down the sidewalk past the waiting line, wolf-whistles, low cat calls, and dozens of appreciative eyes followed the progress of her swaying hips. She grew more and more uncomfortable as they went. Showing up at the restaurant in a slutty dress last week had been bad enough, but at least the men there had been high-class enough to keep their thoughts to themselves. The whistles and groans and furtive calls of “Over here, mama” and “Damn, come back here, pretty lady” felt like direct insults. 

Zane must have felt her bubbling rage, because he chuckled and, shockingly, reached down to squeeze Claire's ass, saying under his breath. “They’re jealous, Claire Bear. The men because you’re mine, and the women because of how fucking fantastic you look. You’re a status symbol right now. A luxury watch. An expensive car. Enjoy it.”

Claire glanced over and noticed for the first time that Zane was absolutely correct. Claire saw glinting glares of disapproval from the women waiting in line, even though many of them were wearing outfits just as revealing as hers. Being a sex object was an uncomfortable and humiliating idea to her… but she had to admit that it was kind of hot that all of the men in the line wanted her and all the women wanted to be her.

And then there was the added twist of being Zane’s property in public for the first time. It was intoxicating to submit to the obnoxious oaf in private, but to have his hand squeeze her plump ass in front of all these people dialed her steamy sexual embarrassment up to eleven.

Apparently, it wasn’t even a question whether they would get in. The heavyset bouncer at the front of the line had sleepy eyes and a grim expression, but his face broke into a wide grin when he saw Zane coming, and he clasped hands eagerly with the short, hairy man when he got close. 

“Damn, Zane, you outdid yourself with this one!” said the man in a deep, rumbling voice, speaking about Claire as if she wasn’t even there. “Is she working yet? I’ve got to up my subscription!” 

Claire felt a flare of furious heat flash through her, her old instincts rising to the surface to tell this presumptuous man to get fucked. Before she could speak, Zane’s hand, which still rested on her ass, rose and fell in a shark little spank, making her intake of breath to start yelling into a strangled gasp. 

“Nope, this one is strictly business rather than pleasure,” said Zane, tipping the big man a wink that Claire was too distracted to notice. “But keep an eye on the site. I promise you there will be lots of new material soon. Now, would it be any issue if we head inside?”

The Bouncer laughed as he stepped aside and waved them forward, much to the apparent annoyance of the group of women waiting impatiently at the front of the line. “I think the boss would have my nuts if I tried to stop you. You have a nice evening, Mr. Kruger.”  

Zane pulled her forward by the hand, and they entered the pulsing darkness of the Club Quiver. 

The noise hit Claire like a physical force, pounding against her skin and throbbing in her ears. It didn’t sound like music to her so much as the deep, booming pulse of a massive heart. Lights flashed and strobed with blinding neon hues, illuminating the darkness in one moment before leaving the club in shrouding darkness again the next.  Claire felt the brush of hot, sweaty bodies against her exposed body as Zane pulled her forward, although her eyes had not adjusted well enough for her to make out faces. It almost felt like she was rubbing against one massive, multilimbed organism, twitching to the throbbing beat. The hot air was heavy with the scent of perfume, cologne, sweat, and alcohol; a primal scent that spoke of lust and wild abandon. 

Claire’s eyes finally began to adjust, and she took in Club Quiver as an actual space rather than a sensory experience. It was a large open room with a huge dance floor and tables scattered around the edges. On one side of the room, there was a slightly raised VIP area with fancier tables, and on the other side sat a bar, mobbed by a crowd of eager patrons looking for a drink. 

Even now that her eyes had adjusted to the wild mix of flashing lights and near darkness, the atmosphere of the club was overwhelming to Claire. She had never been much of a club-goer herself. There had been a handful of trips with girlfriends in college, but the issue was always the same. Claire hated aggressive male attention, and men at clubs refused to be discouraged when they saw a woman as beautiful and curvy as Claire. No amount of cold dismissal or flat out rudeness could convince them she was only there to dance with her friends. 

And Claire could feel the same thing right now in the hot, electric air of the club. Her arrival in the slutty, flashy dress had awakened the appetites of the men around within sight range, and they were already devouring her luscious body with heated eyes. But, like she had been noticing more and more lately, things had changed inside Claire. The obvious appreciative glances at her chest and plump rear as she brushed past men in the crowd no longer made her bristle with indignation, but instead raised the temperature on the simmering heat boiling low in her belly. Zane had taught her the pleasure of dominant male attention, and now that she had a taste for it, simply rolling her eyes and scoffing at the men nearly drooling over her body was no longer an option. 

Zane’s hand stayed slung possessively over her waist as they walked, casually laying claim to the premium piece of ass that all the men of the club desired. It was just like she had envisioned when Zane made the invitation: she was his arm candy right now. Like he said: a status symbol as lavish and gaudy as the expensive watch on his wrist. It was a demeaning thought, but it still made Claire’s stomach twist with dark desire. 

They finally reached a high-top table that was empty except for some scattered drink glasses. Zane craned his neck so that his lips were almost right up against Claire’s ear and yelled to be heard over the pounding electronic music. 

“I need to make sure we’re on the list for the VIP area. Wait here.”

He squeezed her ass possessively and then was lost in the swirl of the crowd before Claire could say a word in return, leaving her alone at the table. 

Claire felt the change in atmosphere instantly. A moment ago, the men in the surrounding crowd had been casting veiled looks at her body. Checking out her ass and tits with obvious interest, but held at bay by Zane, a man with first claim. But now that intense interest sharpened. She felt like she was a doe encircled by wolves. It was the same as she remembered from going out with her friends in college. Except this time, she was dressed like a complete slut, and her heart was pounding in her throat with reluctant arousal. 

A muscular man with slicked-back hair was the first one to break from the crowd, sauntering up with his eyes blazing, locking onto her gaze for a moment before sweeping down her body in an obvious and performative show of interest, Just like Zane, he had to come close to be heard, but his presence felt invasive as he leaned close into Claire’s personal space. She could smell his too-strong cologne, spicy and sharp… feel the feverish heat radiating off his body.

“How you doing, little mama? Can I buy you a drink?” His voice was deep, with a rough edge. Claire was momentarily taken aback by his breathtaking confidence. What kind of man got this close to a woman he had just met? She could feel his pushy, arrogant masculinity rolling off him in waves, just as strong as his cologne. She knew that she had to refuse his attention. She wanted to refuse his attention. But right now, coming here with Zane had put her into a peculiar passive mindset. Right now, she wasn’t Claire the conquering self-made badass… the skimpy dress and blonde wig had transformed her into Claire Bear, the slutty, simpering eye candy, and even though she reached inside herself to find a sharp, angry voice to set this presumptuous man straight, she came up empty-handed. 

“Come on, pretty lady, you don’t need to be so shy. Lose the little fatty and come talk to me,” rumbled the man, a sly grin spreading across his face. His hand moved to catch her wrist, and Claire felt a spike of fear that somehow didn’t dampen her growing arousal one bit. 

And then, without warning, a flabby but familiar arm slid around her waist, and Zane's bulk was at her side once again. He grinned up at the man with an expression that was friendly, but had a noticeable edge to it. 

“Sorry, man,” he shouted over the music in a tone that wasn’t the least bit apologetic, “She has all the drinks she needs.” 

The stranger stood there for a moment with a flat, bemused expression. Clearly, he wasn’t inclined to give up when confronted with someone he had just dismissed as a “little fatty”. He raised an eyebrow and took a challenging cross-armed stand that puffed out his chest and emphasized the bulging biceps that he probably had to slave away at the gym to maintain. 

But Zane continued to stare up at him, his eyes sharp and his grin sharper, refusing to back down despite their difference in size, looking confrontational but not distressed. His fingers didn’t even tighten on Claire’s hip; they simply lay there with a sense of confident ownership. 

The man opened his mouth, then tilted his head, confused. It seemed to go utterly against his expectations that Zane would be so confident. A flicker of doubt crossed the tall man’s expression, and a second later, he had slipped into the crowd in search of easier prey. 

Claire could feel the attitude of the crowd change once again. The men looked on in grudging respect as Zane led her away through the crowd toward the VIP area, his arm firmly around her. She had been claimed publicly: she belonged to Zane, and no one else could have her.   

All of the other men probably assumed that she was with a fat, ugly troll like Zane for his money, but the truth was even more humiliating than being a gold digger. Zane had won her submission fair and square: with utter confidence and a big, tempting cock. It wasn’t just a superficial appearance: she really was his. She had sworn it while he claimed her cheating pussy with his magnificent cock, and even though she hadn’t meant it sincerely at the time, she was starting to feel that ownership more and more deeply with every dominant display of affection her lover made.

…

Even though the VIP area was still in the same open room, the sound was much quieter here thanks to careful placement of the speakers. Zane led her to a rounded booth by the wall that looked like it could seat 12. They slid into it alone, and Zane cracked open the bottle of vodka that was already waiting for them in a bucket of ice, pouring a healthy measure over a glass of ice and sliding it to Claire. 

She took a sip of the drink and gave him a long, considering stare over the rim of her glass. Zane had opened a lot of new doors for her. Experiences she had never dreamed she would have. And interacting with him in public was yet another strange new world for her. She just wasn’t the type of girl who let a man lead and take charge, and although Zane had taught her the pleasure of submission in bed, it still felt strange to be a pliant and docile woman for him where others could see. 

But she had to admit that it had been pretty hot… the way that Zane had taken charge of that situation, confidently defending her and staking his claim all at once. It was unfair to keep comparing him to Dan, but Claire couldn’t help but remember last week when Dan had just blushed and squirmed while a different confident man flirted with her. 

Just as she suspected, Zane wasn’t the type to be disrespected that way; he was in charge at all times. But still, Claire might have ceded control to Zane during their private time, but some remaining dignity inside her prompted her to try to draw a boundary here. 

You didn’t have to do that,” she said tentatively, watching as Zqane poured himself a class of expensive vodka twice as full as hers. “I can take care of myself, Z.”

Zane took a long pull of his drink, then, without a word, scooted closer to Claire until they were hip to hip. He reached up, his expression serious and his eyes blazing with desire, then cupped her face and pulled her into a deep, unexpected kiss. Even though it happened so suddenly, Claire leaned eagerly into the kiss, her tongue dancing with Zane’s as it slipped dominantly between her lips. She swooned at the powerful confidence her man put into his kiss, gripping the front of his shirt and pulling him closer. She tasted the burn of alcohol on his tongue, felt the heat of his lips pressed against her, and she surrendered to the pleasure of being his for a long, sweet moment. 

Finally, Zane broke the kiss. “I did have to, Claire Bear. I told you that when you were with me, nothing would happen to you. And there was no fucking way I was going to go back on that promise.”

It was a cheesy line, but the unbelievable confidence in Zane’s eyes when he said it made Claire’s cheeks flush even as she rolled her eyes. A smile crept across her lips that she wasn’t able to repress. “Well… I guess it is kind of nice to have someone I can always rely on,” she grudgingly admitted. 

Zane lifted her hand to his mouth and planted a showy kiss on it. “That’s something I can guarantee, Claire Bear. When you’re with Z, you get the five-star princess treatment. Always.”

“And how exactly am I supposed to pay you back for that?” asked Claire. It sounded sarcastic in her head, but somehow as it was on its way out of her lips, the phrase picked up a little unintended heat. The dim, pulsing atmosphere of the club was getting to her, making her feel woozy, mixing with her growing arousal. 

“Well.” Said Zane with a cocky smirk. “I can think of at least one way.” One of his hands slid up behind her hips and pressed forward, while the other reached up to her shoulder, pressing down. The combination of movements took Claire by surprise, and she stared at Zane in bewilderment for a moment, not sure what he was even trying to do. It wasn’t until her butt slid off the seat and Zane pushed down more firmly, beginning to push her beneath the table, that her eyes widened with understanding. 

“Are you fucking crazy?” hissed Claire angrily, her eyes darting around the VIP area as she pushed back against Zane’s hand. “There are people around!” 

But that stupid cocky smile never left Zane’s face. “Aww, come on Claire Bear,” he said calmly, “They won’t know if you don't make a big deal about it. Loosen up a little. You did ask me how you could repay me after all.”

Claire wasn't sure why she was even surprised at this point, but pushing her under the table was so breathtakingly arrogant that she was at a loss for words. 

Fine. He does have a point, after all. If I fight him on this, it will only draw more attention. He can get me under the table, but he can’t get more than that. I’ll wait down there for a minute until he realizes that I won’t play his stupid game, then come back up. 

Claire stopped fighting, and a moment later, she was in the even dimmer light beneath the table of the VIP booth. She took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she crouched beneath the table. Her mind raced with frantic thoughts. Had anyone seen Zane push her down here? If she stayed, would they assume what she was doing? The dark tablecloth hanging down from the table’s edge at least mostly obscured her from casual glances, but a part of her still wanted to crawl back out from under the table immediately.

But that part of her faltered and faded into silence as Zane unzipped, fishing his magnificent cock out of his pants right before her eyes. It throbbed, stiff and veiny and powerful in the dim pulsing light beneath the table. Claire could smell his musk in the stuffy, cramped space. Her body responded powerfully to the presence of the perfect masculine specimen in front of her, her pussy instantly coming alive with a flush of heat and her nipples rising instantly to stiffness beneath her slutty dress. 

She took a shuddering breath as her pupils dilated and her mouth started to water. She felt drunk, even though she had only had one drink. Suddenly, she was a lot less concerned with how demeaning it was to suck Zane’s cock under a table in a busy club and a lot more interested in how fucking good it would feel to wrap her lips around his throbbing shaft. 

She hesitated for a moment, biting her lip. This wasn’t the kind of woman she was. She didn’t suck cock in public… But on the other hand, it was dark, and there was a tablecloth in the way that would prevent people from seeing what was happening exactly. She was wearing a disguise anyway… The idea of submitting to Zane’s will and doing this slutty act for him seemed unbelievably hot. Just like he always had, Zane was pushing her to greater depths of sexual depravity. And the very act of giving in was irresistibly arousing. 

Shocked at herself for going this far, her whole body flushed with shame and arousal, Claire crawled awkwardly over, between Zane’s parted knees. He grinned smugly down at her from above, looking particularly grotesque from below with his soft double chin, sprinkled liberally with stubble. He said something inaudible in the bone-deep pulsing beat of the club’s music, but Claire almost heard the words spoken directly into her soul. In any case, his lips were easy to read. 

“Suck my cock, Claire Bear.”

She obeyed, reaching out trembling hands to grip his thick shaft at the root while leaning forward to plant a soft, submissive kiss on its swollen tip. The salty taste of her master’s precum immediately spread over her pouty lips, and she licked it away before eagerly pressing forward to take his cock deep into her mouth. 

Fuck I’m actually doing this. I’m sucking cock in public. What the fuck is wrong with me?

She could hear the buzz of conversation nearby, see the shadows of people dancing sprayed across the wall by the lurid pulsing lights. It made her pulse race and her pussy throb between her shaking thighs. God, this so fucking slutty… She slowly sank her head down Zane’s cock, swirling her tongue around it as she went, serving the man who owned her. Proving to the world that she belonged to him. 

Luckily, no one seemed to immediately notice the curvy woman stuffed beneath the VIP table, allowing Claire to begin bobbing her head up and down Zane’s pulsating cock, staring up into his gloating eyes as she bathed every inch of his veiny shaft with her tongue. She felt drenched in filthy heat, her panties humid with raging desire. It was too much temptation to bear. While she continued to smoothly sheathed her lover’s cock in her wet, warm mouth, her hand slipped down to rub and touch the surface of the slutty thong that Zane had lent her, adding to the delicious, taboo pleasure of her public service. 

She had hesitated at first, but now that she had started, Clairre found the semi-public blowjob perversely thrilling. She started to take Zane cock deeper and deeper, preparing to deep throat him. If Zane wanted to embarrass her with a public sex act, let’s see how he liked his own little taste of public exposure. I’ll make him cum, and we can see how he plays off his orgasm face in front of the crowd. Serves the pervy fucker right. 

That was when she heard it. 

“Zane! What’s happening, my man?” Shit. It was a deep, charming male voice, and by the sound of it, it was coming from someone who was only a few feet away from the table. Claire froze with Zane’s cock lodged deep in her mouth, looking up at him with wide, anxious eyes. Zane didn’t look down. Instead, he laid a hand on the back of Claire’s head. She interpreted it as a gesture of reassurance and waited for Zane to get rid of whoever this acquaintance was. 

“Caleb! Buddy! It’s been too long!’ said Zane with his usual sleazy confidence, not sounding at all like a man who was secretly receiving oral sex beneath the table. Something about the name combined with the man’s voice tickled something in Claire’s mind, but she was too busy not breathing and praying she wasn’t noticed with a cock buried in her mouth to think about it too hard. 

“You’re telling me!” said the stranger, and Claire heard his voice drawing even closer. Come the fuck on, Zane! Get rid of this guy. She tried to stealthily spit out Zane’s cock, hoping to minimize the damage. It still would be pretty obvious what had been happening if the man saw her kneeling there with Zane’s cock out, but anything was better than getting caught in the act itself. But Zane apparently had other plans. As she tried to withdraw, his hand grew firmer, holding her down against his crotch and keeping his thick, throbbing cock wedged between her lips. 

She hoped that he would quickly get rid of the strange man he had decided to speak to while holding her head down on his cock. But, much to Claire’s shock, Zane took a different route. 

“Have a seat, buddy, have something to drink!” said Zane companionably. 

Claire had only a moment of white-hot panic as the man slid into the booth. She was frozen with shock, heart in her throat and cock in her mouth. And then it was too late. A handsome black man slid into view, sitting next to Zane. His eyes met hers, and in that moment, Claire realized that she recognized him. It was Caleb Lemarc. A minor celebrity famous mainly because of his much more famous popstar father. A favorite of the tabloid press for his good looks, his habit of serially dating celebrities, and his bad-boy behavior.

Caleb’s mouth dropped open as he saw the shocked and embarrassed woman kneeling beneath the table, her mouth full of Zane’s cock, then he threw his head back and clapped his hands, roaring with laughter. “Holy shit, Zane! You should have told me you were busy! The poor girl...”

Zane smirked and looked down into Claire’s eyes. “Don’t worry, Caleb. She loves it. Don’t you, Claire Bear?” And then, the prick had the audacity to wink.

Mortified rage and embarrassment bubbled up inside Claire, but somehow, a fresh wave of submissive arousal came with it. Zane had been training her, bit by bit, to respond to his pushy arrogance; to flush with desire when he showed her off as his property. And what was more arrogant than stuffing her mouth with dick in front of another man? What more humiliating show could there be?

Claire hovered with indecision for a moment, feeling the pulse of arousal inside her warring with the shock and anger of being deliberately exposed by Zane. 

Then Caleb spoke again. “Come on, sweetheart,” he said with a laugh, “Don’t stop because I’m here. I’m not going to tell anybody. And I think it’s fucking hot.” It was undoubtedly a sleazy thing to say, but something about his half-joking, casual tone strangely did put Claire a little more at ease. 

“You heard the man, Claire Bear,” said Zane, his hand growing a little firmer where it rested on the back of her head. “Finish what you started. Let’s put on a little show for my friend, huh? Weren’t you the one telling me that you were desperate for my cock yesterday?”

Claire’s face flushed red. She certainly didn’t remember putting it that way, but Zane did have a point. She had wanted to reconnect with him sexually after a week away. The twisting lust inside her and the heartbeat pulse of the music once again made her head feel fuzzy. Was it really that big a deal to suck a cock in front of a guy she didn’t even know? She had done worse in front of her assistant. And she was wearing a wig anyway… who was to say Caleb would even recognize her if they met again? 

It would feel so fucking good to submit and let Zane have his way…

Hating Zane for making her do this… hating herself for loving it so much, Claire swirled her tongue lazily around the cock lodged in her mouth. Zane let out a groan of satisfaction, then began applying rhythmic pressure with his hand, moving Claire’s mouth up and down his shaft, fucking her face and displaying his dominance in front of their new audience. 

“Oh fuck man,” commented Caleb in a voice that was half-amused, half-aroused, “She’s a real freak, isn’t she?”

“Fuck yes, she is,” said Zane in a rough grunt, increasing the speed of the sloppy public blowjob. “She would do anything for this dick.”

The words made the blended anger and lust inside Claire spiral even higher. Mostly because they were true. She never would have guessed that she would want a man so badly that she would humiliate herself like this. Zane’s smug eyes burned into her as his throbbing manhood plunged into her mouth, stretching her lips again and again. His gaze was approving… but also victorious. He had beaten her again, this time in a game she didn’t even know she was playing. Caleb’s eyes blazed as well. This was how he met her… as a bimbo on her knees, choking on a dick beneath a table in public. This was all she would ever be to him. One of Zane’s slutty floozies. 

The twisted erotic wrongness of the situation was so hot that Claire began touching herself again, augmenting the roaring emotions and pleasure inside her. She would have words with Zane later about respect and restraint. But right now, all that she wanted was to turn this roaring inferno of lust inside her into a deep, satisfying climax. At least the tablecloth and the angle of her body meant that the men enjoying the spectacle of her humiliating blowjob wouldn’t be able to tell she was masturbating. She tugged her soaked panties to the side and began rubbing her aching cunt, sharpening and intensifying the weak, submissive pleasure winding tight in her core.  

I’m going to cum… Fuck, I’m going to cum from sucking cock… in fucking public.

The heated thought burst through her mind just as Zane grunted, pulling her down harshly until he was balls deep, stretching her throat wide. She could feel his cock pulse and jerk, and then hot spashes of thick, gooey cum were spurting down her throat. She closed her eyes and let out a choked, sloppy moan around Zane’s cock as her orgasm washed over her. She continued circling her clit with needy fingers as Zane dominantly shot his hot, thick load of cum down her throat. Her crouching thighs trembled as perverse heat pulsed through every square inch of her body. She could feel the intense interest of their audience of one. It was one thing to cum like a slut for Zane where only he could see… Even letting go into embarrassing orgasm in the presence of Perlah and Leah hadn’t been that bad: she knew that they had done the same with Zane. 

But Caleb was a stranger, and she could feel his disrespectful judgment pouring off him in waves, no matter how much her slutty show pleased him. His dark, handsome eyes only drove her orgasm to greater heights. 

Finally,  Zane was finished, and he pulled his softening cock from between Claire’s panting lips, leaving a few salty drips of semen behind on her tongue. Claire’s orgasm left her as well, and she hastily tucked her panties back over her dripping pussy. Now that the heat of the moment was cooling, crushing shame took the place of her lust, and Caleb’s mocking grin no longer seemed quite so arousing. 

Claire had the sudden impulse to retreat under the tablecloth and hide. But that would simply be ridiculous. The only way through this was to pretend it was no big deal, get through an awkward conversation with this semi-famous stranger, and hope that they never met again… or that if they did, he wouldn’t recognise her. Claire awkwardly slipped out from beneath the table and sat on Zane’s other side, keeping her eyes down and self-consciously adjusting her skimpy dress and blonde wig. 

“You already know Caleb I’m sure,” said Zane jovially to Claire as he zipped up his pants. He turned to Caleb, and in a jolt of adrenaline, Claire realized what he was about to do. 

She managed to get out a warning, “Zane…” but it was too late, Zane was already pushing forward with the mutual introduction. 

“Caleb, this is Claire Harrison, my interior designer. She’s a pro. If you ever need a room redone, give her a call.”

Calire sat stunned, her mouth open, as Caleb snickered, a smirk cracking his handsome face. “Oh, I can tell that she’s skilled. I think I could find a use for her… services.”

Claire barely heard him. Her pulse was pounding in her ears. Fuck. He used my real name. He told him my real fucking job! Now someone knows who I am… and that I fucking suck dick in public! 

After a fresh orgasm, none of this felt hot. Instead, the only thing left inside of Claire was red-hot rage. Zane was saying something else in his infuriatingly smarmy voice, but Claire was in no mood to listen anymore. She stood on shaking legs, powered by rage alone, and turned away, marching straight toward the exit. She heard Zane calling after her, but didn’t slow down. 

She knew he loved pushing boundaries, but he should have known that this was going too fucking far. 

She was almost to the door when Zane caught her wrist from behind. She jerked it out of his grip and turned toward him, her eyes wild with rage. 

“Where do you think you’re going, Claire Bear?” asked Zane with a bemused expression. “The night’s not over until I say it is.”

“Shut the fuck up, you little prick,” hissed Claire. In this moment, she couldn’t believe she had ever been attracted to smarmy little freak standing beneath her. “You gave him my name! You told me that no one would recognize me, and then you gave him my fucking NAME!”

He could have at least tried to look sorry. Instead, Zane just looked confused. “What? You think he’s going to tell people? Caleb is the best secret keeper I know. Discretion in his middle name! Besides,” Zane stepped closer, his voice growing deeper and more commanding. “You’re mine, Claire Bear. I can do whatever I want to you, even introduce you to my friends.”

Claire saw red, and before she knew what was happening, she had planted a ringing slap across Zane’s stupid, smug face. He still didn’t look angry as he raised a hand to rub his fat, pinkened cheek, just shocked. “Listen, you dull fucking creep,” said Claire flatly. “I can put up with a lot of shit. Sometimes it's even fucking hot. But when you come after my business? That’s crossing a fucking line. Goodbye, Zane.”

With that, she turned and pushed out of the front door, leaving a stunned Zane behind her in the flashing darkness. 

…

It took a long time for Claire to calm down. Through the taxi ride to Zane’s house to retrieve her street clothes, the whole trip home, the awkward, terse conversation with her husband, and several sleepless hours tossing and turning, she fumed. 

But by the morning, she was having second thoughts about her extreme reaction. Not that she thought what Zane had done was fine. Far from it. She still thought he had crossed a line last night. But, to be fair, she had done an awful job of showing Zane where the line was exactly. Every time he had pushed her so far, she had given in and found his pushing hot. Was it any surprise that he had gotten the message that he could do whatever he wanted?

Despite his boneheaded betrayal last night, Claire wasn’t ready to be done with Zane. But she needed to teach him a lesson. She needed to push back in a way that would actually hurt him, rather than just trying to sternly tell him “no”.

She thought she knew a couple of ways…

Option A: The first option was the easiest. Claire would simply go cold turkey. No calls. No texts. No meetups. Zane liked to act high and mighty about how Claire needed him more than he needed Claire, but Claire didn’t think that was true. If she cut him off completely for a week, she was sure that he would be desperate for her by the end of it. She even knew a way to spice things up a little… if she played with her assistant Perlah during that time, she was sure the news would get back to Zane, driving him crazy to even imagine it. Messing around with Perlah would also help to stave off her sexual appetites. 

Option B: Zane seemed to have a healthy disrespect for Dan. So why not make an effort to rekindle their relationship? Go on romantic dates with her husband. Offer him sexual services that she had recently been exploring with Zane. Even better… maybe she would get a heena tattoo that Dan picked out. Maybe even a real tattoo! Claire was sure that the thought of Dan genuinely competing with him would drive Zane crazy.

Option C: But who knew if Dan could rise to the challenge? There was another man who might drive Zane even crazier. She had just been introduced to him, in fact. If Claire came on to another dominant, powerful man … a friend of Zane’s, in fact, she could see that really getting under Zane’s skin. Maybe it was time for Zane to learn that she was a desirable woman who he needed to treat right in order to keep. Caleb already thought she was a slut, so pursuing him wouldn’t further damage her reputation. Maybe it was time to make Zane feel a little jealousy, just like she had done to Dan that night at the restaurant.