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Tomboy: Dark Dominion

Chapter 5

“Time to make something happen,” Kelly said, staring into the mirror as she finished with her hair and makeup. She stood there in bra and thong, studying every tiny nuance of her face. “Good enough.”

Kelly giggled, cheeks heating up. Then she turned to her small closet. She had comfy clothes for classes, and super tight and sexy clothes for clubbing. Not much in-between.

“I want him to sit up and take notice,” she whispered. “But not so blatantly fuck me sexythat he just jumps on top of me.”

It’s been over a week since her near miss with the Kingpin. Almost had him, or at least that’s how she remembered it. During the week, she’d checked on who owned Rolls Royces in the city of Dallas. Far more than she imagined. Vixen then pointed out that there are dozens of other little cities and towns with uber rich people, some of whom might own Rolls Royces, too. Tomboy gave up that path. Unfortunately, she didn’t have another to replace it.

The FEM Fighters continued their patrols around the campus, but they had bigger fish to fry elsewhere in the city. Violent crime continued on an ongoing basis that needed immediately attention. Tomboy found herself alone on the continuing quest to find and stop the Kingpin’s protection racket around campus.

“I hope this works better than with the pizza guy,” she muttered, choosing a skin tight white dress. “He shot me down hard.”

Kelly had visited the pizza parlor Tuesday night, dressed in her barely there red mini-dress and killer heels. Nothing but boobs and legs, with seduction on her mind. She did everything but beg him to bang her, but he told her to leave if she wasn’t going to buy something.

It hurt her. A lot. Stupid, asexual pig.

She wiggled into the sexy white dress. Yeah, it was about three sizes too small, so stretched tight and thin around her amazing body. Kelly couldn’t wear any kind of underwear with it, so not only were her abs highlighted, but her nipples. Spaghetti straps looped up over her shoulders, so easy to shrug off. Indeed, it was hard to keep them from sliding off. Of course, the real mankiller was that plunging neckline. It barely contained and pushed up her already large tits. She could pop them free with just a hop. And, in case he was a leg man, the hemline barely covered her ass. Kelly guessed it was maybe an inch below her twat. If she was lucky.

Of course when she walked the dress tried to rise up to her waist, while her boobs always tried to escape as well. Kelly would have to be ever vigilant.

Kelly accessorized with white Christian Louboutin Hot Chick pumps, bangles, and chandelier earrings. There was no doubt she was out to impress. So she picked up her white purse, and looked herself over in the full-length mirror.

“I’m feeling cute tonight,” she said, a wicked little smirk spreading. “I don’t know, maybe I’ll conquer the world. Maybe I’ll seduce a very lucky man.”

Leaving her room, Kelly hurried to the elevator. When it arrived, she spotted six guys and girls already in it.

“Going down?” Kelly asked.

“Sure,” one of the guys said, staring at her boobs. “Anything you want.”

She giggled, and stepped it. The guys couldn’t stop staring. The other women stared, too, but none of them looked happy. It reminded Kelly that thanks to one piece of shit of a guy, Chase Messner, she had an extremely bad reputation on campus. Basically, everyone thought she was a nymphomaniac.

This outfit isn’t helping my rep.

Once they reached the ground floor, Kelly stepped out first and strode purposely through the high-rise dorm’s many lobbies. Men and women stopped to watch her walk by, some with their mouths open. Kelly tried to ignore them, but…

I’m rocking it tonight, she thought.

Of course, she got the same reaction Tuesday night, before she was shot down like an enemy fighter plane.

Brad’s different, she thought. He’s already kinda into me.

Bradley Mills owned the Taurus Books Store on the Strip, right next door to the Parisian Café. His store had a small coffee shop inside, with free wi-fi. Kelly and her friends frequently studied there together. They did a little online shopping, too. And his store was less than two blocks from her dorm.

Even in the quickly fading light of twilight, Kelly caused a stir as she walked toward the Strip. That white outfit proved a beacon to horny young men. Three guys stopped her to make their pitch. One of them was an associate professor. Not one of her teachers, and he was awful cute… But she tried to be sweet when turning them down, and continued on her way.

Kelly cast sad eyes on the empty tables outside of the Parisian Café. Jenny and Whitney had worked every evening, leaving little time to study. She hadn’t seen either of them since she learned of their new jobs at Dominion.

I want to be supportive, but I don’t think they are making good decisions, she thought. Their jobs sound… Wrong.

It was Saturday night, so no classes tomorrow. Kelly resolved to hunt her friends down and talk some sense into them. Money was nice, but it wasn’t worth ruining their lives outside of the workplace. She definitely didn’t want them dropping out of school.

That job will only pay while they are young and beautiful.

Kelly passed through the open door into Taurus Books. The store was empty, save for the owner behind the counter. Brad looked down and out, until she stepped inside. Her heart skipped a beat when his face lit up. Brad was a lot older than her, and some would think a fifteen year age gap too wide to conquer.

But Kelly had experienced a lot in her short life, so she felt older than her eighteen years. Well, not at the moment. She froze, eyes wide, biting her lip. What if he rejected her advances? It would be so humiliating, and then she wouldn’t be able to show her face there again.

“Heeey, Brad. You’re looking good tonight,” she purred.

“Uh huh,” he said, looking her up and down over and over. She’d never visited the book store totally glammed out before. “You look like a movie star on the red carpet.”

“You are so sweet,” she said.

The steady tap of her stilettos were the only sound as she crossed over to the coffee bar. Brad came around to her side. She hugged him, pressing her cheek against his.

“Oh, sorry,” he said, pulling back. “I forgot myself. I don’t usually hug customers.”

“But I’m so huggable,” she teased. “My friends even call me Huggy.”

“They do?”

“No, but you can.”

She looked around. “I’ve never been here when it is empty. Seems so much bigger now. It must get lonely before closing every night.”

“It’s worse during school breaks,” he said. Brad did his best to keep his eyes above her shoulders, but she felt her boobs on the verge of popping out, and he obvious understood that could happen at any second. “So, are you just heading out for a night of clubbing?”

“No. I’m just enjoying my Hot Girl Summer,” she said, winking.

“It’s not summer anymore.”

“What? When did that happen?” she said, giving him a playful shove. “Hush. Let me live the dream.”

Kelly reached up to cup his cheek. “Oh my, such sexy scruff. And you even have some bruises and scrapes. So manly.”

“Oh, well, I, uh,” he stammered.

The teenage blonde pressed up close, eyes filling with adoration. Her hands stroked his sides, then reached around to rake long nails across his lower back. Brad’s breath caught, and their eyes locked. That gaze sizzled, frying Kelly’s mind and igniting her libido.

Stupid hair-trigger libido, she thought, but wagged her brows at Brad. Not always a bad thing.

“I bet you are so bored right now,” she whispered.

“I was, but not at the moment,” he said, voice deeper and drenched with desire. “Is – Is there anything I can get you, Kelly?”

“Oh God, yes,” she said, lips parting and rising up on her toes. “Just a little taste.”

Kelly offered her glossy pink lips, and Brad accepted. They sank into a deep, passionate kiss that curled her toes.

Damn, I should go undercover more often, she thought, and giggled.

Brad became unsure. “I’m old enough to be…”

“Hush! No you’re not,” she said. “My daddy is old enough to be yours, too.” Kelly dropped her voice. “But I’ll call you daddy if you like.”

His jaw dropped. Kelly held his eyes a long moment, before she turned and walked away. Brad stared at her as she returned to the door, closed it, and locked it. She flipped the sign around to CLOSED, and then slanted a wicked look over her shoulder at him.

“I’ve wanted you from the first time I saw you,” she purred. “Please don’t refuse me tonight, baby. I’ll do anything for you.”

If Brad had any reservations before, he lost them. The book store owner met her halfway, and they wrapped around each other in another deep, lingering kiss, and then he kissed his way down her neck, across her shoulder, and “accidently’ pushed the spaghetti strap off.

That was enough. Her boobs flopped out. Both of them, so she shrugged off the other strap. Brad sank into her tits, mostly rubbing his face all over them. Kelly gasped and clutched his dark hair, reveling in the feel of his three-day growth scraping across her satiny skin.

Brad then lifted her up and sat Kelly on the edge of a bistro table.

“Oh baby,” she gasped, trying to encourage him.

Kelly’s long, shapely legs spread and wrapped around him, pulling him in tight. That move also caused her hemline to slip up and above her flaring hips. Yeah, her tight white dress became a cincher.

Brad continued to suck on a sensitive nipple, while he fondled her other boob. Mostly, he pinched, rolled, and pulled on that other nipple, which sent the most beautiful sensations spiraling into her trembling core. Kelly moaned and groaned, grinding her achy, tingly pussy against his groin. She raked her sharp stilettos down the back of his legs, before her hands found his belt buckle.

The busty blonde quickly unfastened his pants, pushing them down over his butt. Then she sank her long nails into his butt cheeks. His cock sprang up, hard as a rock. Kelly wrapped a hand around his shaft and stroked it.

“I’ve never done anything like this,” he gasped out, one hand snaking down to explore her hot, wet pussy. “Wow, completely bald. That’s so sexy.”

“Me, either,” she lied. “You make me crazy, baby.”

Kelly guided his cock to her entrance, getting him nestled in nicely. They froze, staring into each other eyes.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked, surprising her.

Kelly thought fast. “I couldn’t help myself. I saw that sexy scruff, and then those sexy scrapes and bruises. I adore rough, tough fighting men. You are so sexy.”

Brad answered by thrusting into her.

“Ooooh baby,” she cried out, eyes rolling up.

He stretched her out so sweetly, sliding about a third of his length inside her hot, wet tightness. Kelly tightened her legs around him, crossing her ankles. She offered her lips, and he kissed her. And then he started pumping in and out, forcing his cock deeper and deeper. She felt every thrust profoundly. Her toes curled and her back bowed. The busty teen’s head rolled back and rocked back and forth.

Every thrust rang like a bell through her overheated, fluttering body. It became harder to concentrate, to even remember her mission. Her need. Her desire for truth and justice, not just a hot fuck.

“Faster,” she gasped. Where did that come from?

Brad bent over double to rub his whiskers all over her sensitive tits, while continued to thrust into her hard and fast. Soon, his hips started slapping into her butt, and he was fully sheathed. And then he proved himself worthy by using the full length of his cock with every hard, fast stroke.

“Fuck me like the big, bad-ass you are!” she cried. “Where do you fight, baby? I want to watch you in action.”

“I don’t like to fight,” he gasped out. “Bad guys came over and roughed me up.”

“Oh, wow! You were defending your store, your customers!” she said. “So brave. So strong.”

“Okay,” he said. Mostly, he concentrated on pounding that pussy and sucking on her tits.

“Who were they? Robbers? Muggers?”

“No, mob guys,” he gasped out. “The Kingpin’s men.”

“Kingpin? There is some guy named Kingpin?”

“That’s kinda his title,” Brad gasped out. “I don’t know his real name. There’s something very familiar about his voice, but his face is always in shadows.”

Brad suddenly backed away and pulled out of her. Kelly whimpered, turning pleading eyes on him. The store owner pulled her off the table, turned her around, and bent her over it. And then he tangled his hand deep in her hair, yanked her head back, and thrust into her from behind.

“Yes!” she cried. “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

And fuck her he did. Brad thrust in faster and deeper in that new position. He continued to fondle her dangling tits with his free hand for a moment longer. And then he raised his hand high…

Thwack!

“Aaiiee!” she cried. “Yes! I’m a bad, bad girl. Spank me, daddy. Spank me!”

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Harder,” she cried. “I’m a bad girl, daddy. So very bad.”

Brad smacked her butt cheeks harder and harder, even as he thrust into her like a maniac. In no time, Kelly felt her inside change, and that unstoppable rush to climax consumed her.

“Aaaagggh! Yes! Yes!”

Brad lost control of himself, pounding into her so hard and fast. His cock flopped out. And then he unleashed. Hot, sticky cum sprayed all across her sweetly round, now bright red butt cheeks.

Kelly collapsed atop the table, huffing and puffing like crazy. So hot and exhausted. Brad fell back to sprawl in a chair. She lay belly down atop that table a long time, slowly cooling down as she basked in the afterglow.

Finally, he grabbed a handful of paper napkins and started cleaning up the mess he made across her butt. Kelly smiled, giggling. Yeah, she felt wonderful. She didn’t mind the cum on her butt, dribbling down her thighs. It was all good.

“Oh crap,” Brad said under his voice.

Kelly lifted her head, wondering what was wrong. Hell, she was ready for round two, but then she noticed movement in the window. No, all of the front windows. People were standing outside and watching them fuck.

Well, this ought to keep my horny, man-hungry rep going for another few months.

Brad started cleaning up. Looking flustered. Maybe it wasn’t a good look for store owners to be caught banging coeds. She kind of felt bad for him, though it was hard since her body was still singing.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ll go now. Am I welcome back?”

“Any time,” he said, and kissed her. “Maybe next time we can meet away from campus?”

“I’d like that,” she said, pulling her dress back in order.

Kelly kissed him good-bye, and stepped out onto the sidewalk. She gave her grinning audience a dark look.

“Get a life,” she muttered, and headed toward the dorm. Only, she spotted Jenny walking the other way. “Jenny! Wait up.”

Her friend stopped and waited. Kelly was immediately alarmed. Jenny looked fabulous. For work, of course. But her eyes were sad and her shoulders slumped.

“What’s the matter?”

Kelly thought she looked too downtrodden to go to work.

“I miss Whitney,” she said. “I’m so worried about her.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! What about Whitney? No one told me anything about Whitney having an accident or anything. Where is she?”

Jenny shrugged. “No one knows where she is. Whitney vanished after walking out at work. The police won’t do anything, saying she probably ran off with her boyfriend.”

“She doesn’t have a boyfriend.”

“I know,” Jenny cried. “The cops won’t listen. They don’t care.”

Kelly’s mind spun. There was no up or down for a moment. Whitney missing? The police didn’t care? Her friend needed her, and she wasn’t there to protect her?

“When was the last time anyone saw her?”

“Two nights back,” Jenny said. “We were halfway through our shift in the main dungeon when I noticed she wasn’t there anymore. I mean, sometimes we do, um, private sessions with members, but they rarely last more than thirty minutes.”

Kelly groaned, rolling her eyes. That statement spoke volumes about what their job really entailed.

“I asked the floor boss, Lady Lovelace. She said Whitney quit and walked out in a huff,” Jenny said. “I tried calling her, but no answer. I haven’t seen or heard from her since.”

A dozen very grim and disturbing scenarios raced through Kelly’s mind. So many things could’ve gone wrong. Did a member kidnap her to have his own real slavegirl? Muggers? Human traffickers? Was the club involved in any way? They were already pretty unsavory in her opinion.

Jenny’s phone rang. “It’s my boss. I’m running late, so I have to take this.” Kelly wanted her to put it on speaker, but the young coed pressed the phone to her ear. “Yes, Master, how may I please you?”

Kelly recoiled. What the hell? She was off the clock.

“No, Master. Yes, Master, I’m on my way to work right now,” Jenny continued. “I don’t have a car, so I have to walk. I know I’m running a little late, but I’ll take really good care of the members tonight. I promise.”

Her body language changed to look so submissive and needy. What happened to the young, vivacious coed who wanted to conquer the world? If they did that to Jenny, in such a short time, what was the Dominion club capable of doing to Whitney?

Kelly made a decision. I think Tomboy is going to pay Dominion a little visit.