Page 3 of Taking It Off

Luke removes my bra next, and I realize exactly how they figured it out. I didn’t change out of the lingerie I wore for the stream. Fuck. Well, at least they didn’t learn my other secret. I just have to be more careful.

Jeremy and Luke move to either side of me while Will worships my center. I wrap a hand around each of their cocks and stroke, dragging them closer to my lips. I lick one, then the other, before I lose my ability to concentrate because Will flicks his tongue against my clit, sending me over the edge. I throw my head back and moan at the sensations that rip through me.

These guys don’t give me time to recover, switching positions while I’m distracted. Jeremy grabs my hips and flips me on top of him, easing me down on his engorged member. A moment later, I feel Luke rubbing and kneading my ass cheeks before spreading me open and smearing lube on my rosebud. I gasp at the cold liquid, and Will captures my lips with his, giving me a taste of my release.

They all know my boundaries, and I’m not afraid to use my safe word if needed. But these three also know everything I enjoy, and they’re determined to give it all to me tonight. I pull Will closer and guide his cock into my mouth as Luke eases himself into my ass. I want the three of them to use me for their pleasure.

Jeremy supports my weight while I maneuver Will into position so he can fuck my mouth in time with Jeremy and Luke. Six hands explore my body while these three cocks ease into a rhythm that will push away everything I’ve been preoccupied with today.

I let myself relax and they each pick up the pace; Jeremy and Will thrust into me while Luke pulls out, then they switch. Each cock thrusts into me over and over, until I cry out my release around Will’s dick. The vibration sets off his release, and the other two follow a few short thrusts later.

When Will steps away to get a damp rag, I collapse on Jeremy. Luke eases out of me and drops onto the bed next to us, lying on his back. Will tosses him a rag, then proceeds to roll me off of Jeremy and clean me up. I love how attentive they are, taking care of me and showing me that they care. It’s almost like a real relationship.

But we agreed to keep things casual, so I’m not letting myself go there. Besides, I really do have to work tonight. Is it wrong to let them think I’ll be on cam instead of telling them it’s not that kind of job? Maybe, but I’m not about to spill the beans about what I’ve actually got planned. A quick check of the time tells me I need to get moving.

“I have to go get ready for work. But I’ll see you guys tomorrow, right?” I kiss each of them and throw my clothes on quickly. As soon as they confirm that we’re on for tomorrow, I dash from their apartment, racing back to mine.

Davis’ schedule is very strict, and I have a small window of opportunity if I want to do this tonight. Putting it off any longer isn’t an option. I slip into my apartment, locking the door behind me. I have just enough time for a quick shower, just so I don’t smell like sex when I materialize in Davis’ house. I don’t want him to have any warning for what’s coming.

After my shower, I double check the lock on the front door, then head to my secret room. Once I’m locked inside, I let my body shift into my pixelated form. It’s been a few days, and it feels good to change. Letting myself stretch, I check my text messages and emails.

As expected, I have a text from each of the guys. They’ve decided that we’re going out tomorrow instead of staying in. I have three options to choose from for dinner and will need to choose once I’m finished working. The emails are all from my client checking in to make sure the job will be completed on schedule. Why they decided to send three emails to ask if I’m going to finish the job tonight is beyond me. I’ll wait and respond to that after, when I have proof. I’m careful to disconnect from the dark web account where I get my jobs, then I focus on the task at hand.

How do I want to take Davis out? I could just reach in and crush his heart. That’s effective, but not very satisfying. I could make it look like a suicide and leave a typed note about everything he’s involved with. Or I can rip his head off and let his blood spray all over me. I guess I’ll just decide in the moment. I know I can make it as painless or painful as I want. I love having the power to choose exactly how I take these men out. I can be as messy as I want or keep it clean and make it look like natural causes. Most of the time, I turn the monster loose and get things messy.

I slide into my computer, stretching and feeling my way through the connection I formed with Davis’ system earlier. Shutting down his cameras is easy, and in just a few moments, I’m standing next to his computer in what looks like a rich man’s study. Leather-bound books fill the wall-to-wall bookshelves, and a mahogany desk sits in front of the window. His computer has the spot of honor on one side of the desk. Two overstuffed leather chairs face the desk, and I roll my eyes at how over-the-top the whole room is.

Closing my eyes, I listen for movement. According to his schedule, Davis should be alone for another twenty minutes. Then his wife and kids will return from dinner with her parents, and they’ll find the aftermath of my work. Not hearing anything, I tap into his cell phone, and discover that he’s watching porn. Well, that makes this easier.

I find him in the bedroom across the hall, which appears to be the master suite. He’s sitting in a chair with his back to me and streaming the obviously homemade porn on the large television in the corner. Tears stream down the young woman’s face as a man fucks her ass while another stands in front of her stroking his cock. I hold back a growl as he rams his dick into her mouth. It’s possible that this is completely consensual, but it doesn’t appear that way.

Is this what they’re forcing the kidnapped women to do? The thought repulses me and fills me with rage. This man will pay, with his life and his reputation.

It takes less than a minute to cross the room in my pixelated form. I stand behind Davis and place my hands on either side of his head. He tries to turn to see who’s here, but I twist and pull his head, tearing it from his shoulders and showering myself in his blood.

Dropping the severed head onto the floor, I disappear into his abandoned cell phone.

two

A STRANGE INVITATION

EMILY

After delivering the proof of both Davis’ involvement in the sex trafficking ring, and his untimely demise to the bus station locker as agreed upon, I head home and collapse on the bed. I had to shower before I could leave the apartment to do the drop, so I don’t have to worry about ruining my sheets now.

I glance at the clock and chuckle. Twelve minutes after midnight. That’s not bad for everything I’ve managed to accomplish since I left the guys’ apartment. Something dark next to the clock catches my attention. Is that a piece of paper? As much as I want to ignore it and sleep, I feel drawn to whatever it is. I must know. It can’t wait.

I drag myself out of bed and stumble across the room. Why is my alarm clock so far away? Oh, yeah. Because I’ll turn it off in my sleep if it’s closer. Of course, I can still turn it off when it’s across the room by using my powers, but I guess whatever works to trick my mind. A small black envelope sticks out from under my clock. How did that get there?

I look around the room, confused. I know I locked the door and set the security system when I left. There’s no way someone could get inside without me knowing. I have the most state-of-the-art security system that exists. Turning the envelope over in my hands, I slink back to bed. I’ll read this and sleep, then I’ll figure out what’s wrong with my security. If someone wanted to kill me, they already could have. Somehow that thought is less comforting than I want it to be.

I tap into the system and see that nothing is amiss. It seems to be working fine. I’ll run a full diagnostic on it later to be sure, but for now, I think everything is okay. Besides the mystery note, that is. And the fact that someone got into my apartment without triggering my alarm. I’ll worry about that tomorrow. I’m too wiped to deal with it right now.

There’s no writing on the outside of the envelope, and it’s not sealed. I ease it open, wondering if it’s filled with some sort of poison, or if it’ll explode. When nothing poofs out at me, I look inside, and find a single sheet of black paper. Upon opening it, I see vibrant red letters adorning the dark sheet.

I read the blood-red words over and over. Of course, there are rumors in my dark web circles of a guild of assassins, but I never expected to receive an invitation. This seems almost too good to be true. Lifetime membership and a guarantee that no mark will be against my moral code. That’s a promise of work for the rest of my life. It’ll be more money than I’ll ever be able to spend. Why would they choose me? How did they even find me?

But it also means I’ll never have a normal life. Would I have one if I don’t accept? I don’t know. I have twenty-four hours to consider the offer. If they really know everything, then they’ll know the exact moment I read this. I glance at the clock again. That means I have until a quarter after midnight tomorrow to decide. How do I even go about making this big of a decision?

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