Sasha
Francisco plucked the lit cigarette out of her hand and tossed it in the sink. “Fuck you, Sasha. You fucked me over, you and that Jimmy Snow guy. I’m the one who set up the camera and got you your footage, and you cut me out of the deal. How much did you get paid?” Francisco spat the last words into her passive face.
“Don’t be ridiculous Frankie, I didn’t cut you out of anything. I told Mr. Snow who handled the camera and editing of the tape, and he said he’d be in touch with you. You’re being paranoid,” Sasha smoothly replied, stepping back from Francisco’s blotchy red face and cold eyes.
He grabbed her arm and hauled her face close to his. She could smell the pizza he’d eaten on his breath. He searched her eyes and licked his plump lips, keeping her inches from him. “If I find out you cut me out of a cash deal, I’ll kill you. Nobody fucks with Francisco Campelli, not even a fine piece of ass like you.” He spun her around and slammed her back against the kitchen wall.
Sasha let out a whoosh of breath. Fear settled into her belly. It wouldn’t pay to get on Francisco’s bad side. He was, at heart, a nobody, small-time bully, but he did have some dubious connections to organized crime. “Baby, you know how much I love you; you know I just want us to be together. You promised to help me get custody of my son back so we could be a family. You’re the guy who’s going to make me a big star in those erotic movies your friends make. Why would I cut you out of anything?” Sasha licked her lip seductively before continuing. “I just gave the tape to Mr. Snow, and he promised to consider us for a reality show. Now why are you getting all cranky? I’m the one that should be upset—you still haven’t gotten your divorce from that bitch.” Sasha pouted and let her eyes water up a bit. She blinked back a tear and batted her lashes at him. Francisco loosened his hold on her arm and looked up at the stained ceiling of the efficiency rental. She had to distract him since she’d kept the money to herself. Mr. Snow and she had quite the arrangement, and Francisco wouldn’t be any part of it.
“Oh Christ, honey, is that why you’ve been so distant? You’re mad at me because it’s taking too long for the divorce to go through? I can’t help it; Maria has been fighting me every step of the way. But you’re the one I love. You know how hot I am for you, baby.” Francisco ran his hands down her sides and back up again.
“Thank you, Frankie. You know how insecure I get sometimes. I need to know you’ll help me. Especially now that Link Jacks is claiming the video is illegally obtained footage from his upcoming music video. Mr. Snow is questioning our ability to handle a reality show of our own.” Sasha stroked her fingers across Francisco’s chest, playfully pulling at his shirt buttons.
“Oh baby, of course I’ll help you. What should I do?”
Sasha moaned with relief and pulled him close to her, making certain to rub her hip against his cock. He was soft still, but she’d get him up and in the mood to do whatever she wanted. She knew all his secret fantasies, all the dirty things his frumpy wife would never do. But she’d do them, because she’d get Francisco to help her catch Link in another scandal. She owed him that pain. After all, Link Jacks was the one that told Thomas about her affair with Chris. It ruined her marriage and ultimately killed her once-thriving career. If he had just talked to her first before running his mouth to Thomas, she would have been able to fix everything.
“Oh baby, I love the way you feel against me. I’m going to do what you love me to do. I just need you to help me one more time with that bastard Link.” Sasha nipped Francisco’s lip, tugging down on it and licking his greasy lips. He groaned in response.
“Umm, you know what I need; it’s been so long. You’re the only one who can get it right for me. You know I love you, don’t you baby?” Francisco pushed his rising erection tighter against her belly.
Sasha made quick work of his belt, trousers, and boxer shorts, reaching for his cock and sliding her hand up and down its length. He groaned and strained at her touch. She unbuttoned his dress shirt and slipped it off of his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He shoved her sundress down to pinch her nipples. Sasha let the pain fuel her mood. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, imaging what she would do to him. It would be a release for her too—a release of her anger and bitterness toward him. She stepped out of her dress and bent down in front of him. She slid his loafers off of his feet, leaving him in his socks. She took his belt from around his pants and let him step out of the trousers. He was definitely ready for this now, his cock bobbing up and down, all swollen and purple headed.
Sasha pushed him down onto his knees and wrapped her panties around his wrists, tying them tightly to the handle of the freezer so his hands had to be held a bit above his head. She moved a kitchen chair into place and sat facing him, her eyes boring into his. She grabbed a long grey candlestick from the drawer and slowly pushed it into her parted lips. She sucked the cool wax, reveling in the panting breaths Francisco took just from watching. Next, she dipped the stick shallowly into her cunt and swirled it around, widening her legs so he could get an eyeful. “Are you going to suck it the way I want you to?” Sasha taunted, removing the candle and placing the wet end near his lips. He nodded with a whimper, already too hot to speak coherently. Sasha shoved the stick in his mouth nearly gagging him. “Suck it the right way, like I would,” she advised, and when he was too lazy in his ministrations, she swung his leather belt at his flanks.
“Ahh, fuck, Sasha. I’m sucking it,” he mumbled awkwardly and whimpered. She hit him again with the leather, enjoying the smacking sound against his flabby ass. “Please baby, please,” he begged.
“You want it, you want it all?” she asked and waited for him to nod his head, holding back her laughter at the sight of him sucking on a long candlestick. She moved her chair behind him and used the belt to wrap his ankles securely to each back leg of the chair. It was crude but it kept his legs forced at least a bit apart. “Hold onto the freezer handle; if you pull too much I’ll make it worse for you.” He nodded his head, eyes glazed over in anticipation.
Sasha stepped behind him, pulled the stick from his mouth, and rubbed its wet end against his anus. She held his cheeks spread and watched him pucker in anticipation. Still angry with him she shoved the candle in his ass, relishing the squeal he made. Normally she would tease him, insert a finger first and stretch him a bit, or gently go in just an inch with a dildo. Tonight she didn’t give him time to relax and stretch, but to her surprise he seemed to enjoy the pain. He let out a deep sigh of contentment and pushed his rear back to take in more.
“Do it, baby, do the whole thing,” Francisco begged. She knew what he meant and part of it disgusted her. She worked the stick in and out of him with one hand, reaching down to rub his balls with the other. He pulled on his tied hands, earning a pause in her stroking. Once he settled she resumed her work, grabbing his cock and jacking him as she fucked his ass with the candlestick. Francisco never lasted long, a couple of minutes at most, and tonight was no different. He began his whimpering noises, begging her to piss on him. It was a regular request when he was this close to coming, but not something she was willing to do. Fortunately just uttering the fantasy was enough to push him quickly over the edge, and he came in her hand, gasping against the side of the refrigerator.
This was the part Sasha disliked the most, having to untie him and soothe him. She hated the cuddling and snuggling he expected. She’d rather just wash up and be done, but she needed his help, both for more video and revenge. The thought of fucking over Link and getting her back into producer Jim Snow’s good graces cheered her.
“Baby, clean me up and hold me; you know how I like it.” Francisco’s whiney request jolted her back to action. She’d get this done and outline Frankie’s role in her new plan. Destroying Link Jack’s life had become almost as important to her as regaining her former fame. After all, he’d ruined hers.