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Platinum Angel: Hypnotica’s Pets

Chapter 17

Beauchamp red light district, eight months later, Saturday night…

“Uggh. Uggh,” Felicity grunted in the brightly lit motel room. “Uggh. Oh, baby, you’re the man.”

The gangbanger grinned as he thrust a little harder, a little faster into her. Felicity lay on her belly atop the bed, clutching the sheets, butt lifted up to give him better access to her ass.

“Uggh,” she grunted, grimacing as his huge cock swelled a little more as his passions peaked. And then he cried out, and she felt his seed flood her poop chute. “Oh, yes, yes, yes. You always show me a good time, Wild D.”

Keeping her ass impaled, the gangbanger sat back while pulling her up onto his lap. His hands were all over her tits. After eight months of freedom from the lactose vampire, Felicity’s tits were back to normal. For her normal was still lactating, but not like a fire hose. It took a little more effort to get milk from her tits.

Wild D was a regular, every other Saturday night. He started visiting her that first week on the street, and knew how to express her even now. The gangbanger played with her tits, quite roughly, but at the same time he was stroking her firmly down toward her nipples. It didn’t take him long to get a flow going.

Felicity slowly pulled off his still hard erection, feeling his cum gush out behind his cock. She turned around in his lap, and fed him a sensitive nipple. The thirsty gangbanger latched on, suckling just right to keep that flow into his greedy mouth.

He moaned and groaned. Drinking his fill from her left tit, he moved over to the right and continued. After a few minutes of drinking her in like that, Wild D lay back on the bed. He wagged his brows at him.

“You may finish now, Felicity Silverbush.”

So many of the men that paid for her time and body liked to call her by her full name. That famous name. Infamous name, to some. While Felicity never had any trouble with Ocean City’s street gangs, her alter ego Platinum Angel had plenty of beef. But Wild D didn’t know her secret. He just knew she was the former rich bitch with the leaky tits.

“My pleasure, lover,” she purred. It was an act. She hated what she was about to do more than anything else. Suck his cock after he sodomized her. It was Wild D’s thing, what he wanted the most. So Felicity pushed her bile down, and went down. “Mmmgh.”

She kissed, licked, and sucked on that nasty cock for the next ten minutes. While Wild D combed his fingers through her silky hair, she worked her mouth, tongue, and lips to best affect. Felicity licked his cock and balls cleaner than when he arrived, and slowly worked him down her throat. Until…

“Swallow every drop,” he cried.

Felicity moaned and groaned, swallowing over and over as he filled her mouth with his sticky spunk. Thankfully, she’d truly learned to enjoy the taste of cock and cum. She sucked him dry.

“Well, that was awesome as usual, baby,” Felicity said, sliding out of bed. “I’ll see you in two weeks.”

She fetched a warm, wet washcloth and cleaned his genitals a little better. Her customers all enjoyed that little courtesy. Once he was dressed, she escorted him to the door and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Alone, Felicity took a quick shower. Sex with Wild D was always messier than most. Then she put away the neon yellow dress and thigh boots she’d been wearing earlier, and opted for a little nicer red cocktail dress and black stiletto pumps. It was still tight, hugging every curve of her spectacular body, as well as being scandalously low cut. Her big boobs were barely contained.

“I always do well in this dress.”

Felicity stepped back out onto Walnut Street. Beauchamp was one block over, but she preferred the less-traveled Walnut. Indeed, her usual spot was very near the hooker motel she patronized. Prince Ramon paid for her room every afternoon, and the johns had to pay again when they hired her. Her pimp got a percentage of the rental money from the manager. Felicity got none of it, but only had to pay Prince Ramon thirty dollars on every hundred she earned. And he didn’t know about the times the men paid for extra, like Wild D, so she got to keep all of that.

Yeah, she was doing well for herself, as hookers go.

The former billionaire philanthropist and celebrity slanted a look over her shoulders. Downtown loomed over the red light district. Her baby blues locked on the Silver Limited skyscraper. Once her office tower, housing her company.

It all belonged to Minka Lowes now. From all accounts, she was doing an amazing job, increasing the company value by ten billion since taking over. Felicity grimaced at the thought. What the stockholders and business media didn’t know was all the illegal shortcuts and other unsavory practices Minka had ordered to reduce costs and increase profits. Then she took those windfall profits and reinvested in the company, as well as investing in other ventures that proved profitable.

No one is missing me right now, she thought. Everyone is happy as long as Minka keeps them rolling in money. But it’s all going to come back and bite them in the butt one day.

Not missing her was one thing, but far too many of the rich and powerful came to her in the evening. How they loved making her crawl and grovel at their feet. Loved making her beg for the nastiest sex acts. And they loved payingher for it all. A whore. So far beneath them now. And sometimes they went through her pimp, hiring her services for a private affair or, worse, sex party.

And Felicity couldn’t say no to any of them. They all had the clout to have her arrested and put under the jail. Felicity obediently gave former friends and associates anything they wanted.

A silver Mercedes Maybach rolled to a stop before her. Her heart skipped a beat. Joy filled her. Prince Ramon smiled at her, before motioning her inside. Felicity sat next to him in comfort.

“How’s business, babygirl?”

“Booming, loverboy,” she purred. Felicity pulled out a wad of bills. “Here’s your cut.”

He fanned the bills a couple times, and then stuffed the wad into the center console. Prince Ramon pulled back into traffic.

“Are we going home early, baby?” she asked hopefully. “I’ve been daydreaming about your sweet loving all night.”

“As you should,” he said with a laugh. “But, no, your work day is not over, babygirl. I have a special job for you tonight.”

She arched a brow. “How special?”

“The Board of Directors of Rheinland Pharmaceuticals has hired you for a few hours tonight.”

Her heart froze. As an animal rights activist, she’d almost single handedly shut down their operations involving testing on dogs, pigs, and monkeys. It cost them tens of millions more in testing every year now, as well as a billion dollar fine they had to pay to the government. And that was less than two years back. They were surely still stinging from that defeat.

“Baby, they will hurt me,” she said. “Those wicked men hate me. I cost them millions, as well as embarrassed them in public and court.”

“I know,” he said. “That’s why I could charge five times your normal rate.”

Felicity groaned. Prince Ramon liked sending her on these special jobs, since he took a sixty percent cut for arranging them. She still earned more than she would streetwalking, but she’d rather spread her legs for the street people.

“They are going to do nasty, bad things to me.”

“I know, but it won’t be the first time.”

“Or the last time,” she grumbled under her breath.

Prince Ramon drove her to the Rheinland Building, where they were waved down into the underground parking garage. Her eyes were huge as they stopped before a glass-enclosed elevator lobby on the first level underground. A dozen large security men in dark suits waited. Her pimp got out and opened the door for Felicity.

She accepted his hand as she slipped out.

“This is going to be the hardest job yet,” she whispered to him.

Felicity and her pimp were escorted into the building, up a private elevator, to the Executive Suite on the top floor. The AC was on high, dropping the temperature into the upper 60s as best all her exposed skin could guestimate. It was all typical senior officer office space, luxuriously appointed.

“And here she is,” a gruff male voice called.

Felicity stopped just inside the large chamber. It was a boardroom of some sort. The single long, wide table was polished mahogany, looked super expensive, but yet looked small for a Board of Directors room. Silver Limited didn’t use an actual table, but everyone sat in a circle and behind desks.

Her eyes quickly scanned the room. Eleven middle-aged men sat around the table, all staring at her with dark leers. All looked eager to start. Everyone of them was a married man, with a wife, children, and some grandchildren. Yet, they all planned to do the nastiest sexual predations on her shapely body. And then her gaze turned to the windows, and the scene beyond.

The Silver Limited building was right there, next door. Her eyes locked on the dark windows of her former corner office. That had once been her place of power. Where she ruled an empire. Now she was cast down, a pauper. All but a slave before her enemies, about to answer their every dark desire.

“Gentlemen, I give to you the one and only, Felicity Silverbush,” Prince Ramon said, and pushed her forward a step. “Enjoy. She will obey, and do absolutely anything you desire.”

Felicity licked her lips, rolling her tongue around a suddenly dry mouth.

“H-Heeey,” she said, struggling to smile. “I-I-I am…”

Her words choked off. Her knees quaked, and the men before her saw her fear and smiled like wolves. So Felicity bowed her head.

“How may I please you?”

The chairman and CEO, Oscar Redding, walked up to Felicity. He lifted her chin with a finger, grinning with wicked glee. She noticed his pants were tented, despite being ancient. Felicity knew him to be in his eighties, though he looked younger. Still, his hair was stark white, really popping against his deeply tanned, deeply wrinkled face and body.

He reached around behind her, and pulled her zipper down. Felicity shrugged the shoulder straps off, and then stood stiffly as he literally peeled the tight dress off her body. She was completely commando underneath.

“I love how you waxed off your pubic patch,” he said in his gruff, old smoker’s voice. “But I am just a little disappointed, too. I’ve always wanted to know if your carpet matched the drapes.”

The other men laughed. She gave him a sharp look.

“It does.”

He smiled, but it never reached his eyes. “That will be all, pimp. You can wait in the lounge where you’ll find refreshments. We will return Miss Silverbush in four hours, per our arrangement.”

Four hours!she thought. Fuck me!

The pimp left without a word. She stared after him. They must be paying him a ton of money for him to take such rudeness. And then Oscar claimed her full, undivided attention by pressing up intimately, arms wrapping her up and crushing her naked body against him. One hand splayed across her back, the other fondling a naked tits, the octogenarian chairman and CEO claimed her lips in a deep, demanding kiss.

Felicity relaxed and let him take what he wanted. She was a hooker. A whore. A woman of no virtue any more. Nothing but cock candy for men.

She didn’t resist when he opened her mouth with his own, and even thrust her tongue in to explore while his tongue explored her mouth. Soon, she started to feel it and began to moan softly. That reaction stoked his libido, and he really started making out with her. And then he surprised Felicity by shoving her back into the arms of another board member.

Felicity had to make out, getting fondled and molested, by every single one of the men around that table. But eventually she made it back around the table to Oscar.

He received her stark naked.

She looked around to find the other board members stripped down to their underwear after making out with her, and they all sat around the table with expectant faces. Yeah, it was the weirdest thing, and kind of freaked her out.

What are they expecting from me?

Felicity had expected to be gangbanged. Maybe a more leisurely session of being passed from man to man. Lap dances and blow jobs. Getting bent over the table and chairs. Not them sitting calmly in their shorts, waiting.

Oscar made out with her a few, before leading her by the hand to his chair at the head of the table. Felicity knew it was about to get serious. She steeled herself for a lap dance that ended in penetration or a BJ, but the CEO had a different plan.

“Up on the table.”

The beautiful platinum blonde obeyed, crawling to the middle of the long table. She remained on all fours until Oscar ordered her to… Dance. Felicity rose up to her stiletto-heeled feet, lifted her arms high, and started shaking that bootie. It wasn’t club dancing. It was all about the bump and grind. Stripper dancing. All she needed was a pole.

Felicity danced up and down that long table, moving before different men to give them up close views of her from below. At the same time, she played with her tits, pinching and pulling her tender nipples. As her libido spiked, her tits began to tingle and feel full. Arousal still made her boobs produce more and more milk, and she felt them swelling, the skin taut over them.

When she got back around to Oscar, she continued dancing while wrapping both hands around a fat tit. She stroked downward toward the nipple, while squeezing. And hot, steamy milk jetted out. Her aim was perfect, striking the CEO in the face. His face lit up, as did the others. Felicity made another dancing circuit around that table, soaking one and all in her milk.

Oscar climbed up on the table when she came back around. She was forced to kneel in the middle, cross her wrists behind her back, and open her mouth. He stroked himself to rock hardness, and then fed her his dick.

“Mmmmgh,” Felicity moaned, licking, nuzzling, and kissing his cock and balls. Then she opened wide. He slapped his dick onto her tongue, and she held his eyes as she pulled him into her mouth. “Mmmmmgh.”

Felicity bobbed up and down his cock, moaning and groaning to excite him. And it worked. Before long, Oscar grabbed her head with both hands, shifted closer to tower over her, and fucked down hard and fast into her mouth. He reamed her mouth out, and then smashed his way down her throat.

She grunted and gasped, gagged and hacked. There was nothing gentle about how he throat-fucked the former billionaire animal rights activist. Oscar thrust down into her mouth, stretching out her throat, for the longest time, before pulling out at the last second to whack off all over her face and tits.

“Next,” he said, smirking down at her.

Two board members crawled up atop the table. Felicity was pulled to her feet, and forced to bend over to wrap her lips around an erection. Then the other man rubbed her pussy until she was sopping wet. And promptly penetrated her, thrusting into her until he was fully sheathed. And the Rheinland Pharmaceuticals board of directors spit-roasted Felicity Silverbush for the next hour, each one taking a turn with her.

And then it got nasty. Felicity looked out the window, at her former headquarters. Minka did that to her. Hypnotica slapped her down, and reduced her to being just a fuck toy, a cum receptacle for men behaving badly.

I can’t live like this anymore, she thought. Too much. Never ending. She focused on the Silver Limited building, but thought of Hypnotica. I have to take her down, and then force her to return all that she stole from me.

Felicity silently vowed to destroy Hypnotica, and put her in prison. Even if she failed to retrieve her personal fortune.

It’s do or die time.