Ms Virtue: A Bold Beauty (Chapter 16) (Patreon)

Chapter 16

Jeremy Estate, north of Nexxus City, Friday, 6 PM…

Ms Virtue soared through the evening sky. It was a bright, cloudless day. Glorious. The city was to her back now, a sprawling mansion before her in the middle of the verdant forest below. The Jeremy Estate. Twenty-five hundred acres of grounds and forestland.

She came to a slow stop, hovering hundreds of feet above the grounds. Her baby blues surveyed the estate. The main house was French Provincial, white marble walls, high-pitched blue roof, all surrounded by perfectly manicured formal gardens. She saw three large barns behind the main house, all painted red with white trim. White three-rail fences divided up pastures, corrals, and planted gardens. Speaking of gardens…

“Yeah, crime pays very well indeed,” she muttered. “And, boy, am I going to pay him a lot this weekend.”

Her spectacular body tingled, flushed with erotic heat. The closer she got to Scott’s country home, the closer she came to her promised weekend of debauchery, the more tingly, fluttery hot she became inside. Her pussy tingled, already so wet with anticipation. Memories of Monday night filled her head. Oh, the things Scott did to her! The things he had her doing, willingly, joyfully, returned unbidden.

“I really got into it, totally losing myself Monday night,” she whispered, splayed hand on her belly. Her other hand stroked her tight throat. “How will I survive a long weekend at his beck and call?”

Ms Virtue looked at the hand on her belly. A newly manicured hand. Her nails were long, red, and so glossy. So sexy. Her legs and sex were waxed satiny smooth.

The blonde heroine frowned. Why had she visited the spa earlier that day? Why did she get waxed, pampered, and asked for a full mani-pedi? All for that weekend? Why did HE deserve her very best?

“He helped me save those five girls,” she whispered, head dropping. “His word, his information, was good. I promised. I’ll give him my very best.”

To that end, a small pack rode her back. It was her “day bag” for the weekend. She brought cosmetics, lingerie, sexy heels, and some jewelry. And other feminine products needed for an extended weekend of sex and debauchery.

No more delaying, Adrienne, she thought. Just do it. Go down and take your medicine.

The shapely super heroine started flying, descending as she went. She flew straight as an arrow toward the front door of Scott’s country home. As she closed, she noticed two-man roving patrols out on the grounds, mostly along the perimeter and along the treeline. All had guard dogs on leashes. She spotted automatic weapons strapped across their backs. Ten men in all, but that was just immediately around the house. There could be more men around the pastures and barns.

She glanced at the helipad. No helicopter, but she knew that was how he traveled between the house and the city. He had another helipad atop his penthouse.

“Aw, he likes to fly. How quaint,” she whispered. “Maybe I’ll take him for a much more thrilling flight.”

Ms Virtue flew down to a clattering landing before the huge double doors. She didn’t hesitate, fearing she be overwhelmed, and just reached up and rapped on the door. The short wait proved torturous, leaving her alone to dwell upon all that might happen to her. It left her breathless and fidgeting.

The door opened, she threw a bright smile on her face, and… Frowned. A maid answered. Really, a gorgeous brunette, maybe twenty years old, looking like a hot Instagram model in a French maid uniform. The most scandalously skimpy and skin tight French maid uniform she’d ever seen. It just took her breath away.

“Hello, I’m Gigi,” she said in the sexiest little girl voice. “Welcome to the Jeremy Estate. The master is eager for your arrival, Ms Virtue.”

Well, at least she doesn’t have a French accent, she thought.

Stepping inside, the heroine looked up and around the foyer while the maid closed the door. A huge crystal chandelier lit the chamber, which was mostly white marble with a sweeping stairs up to the second floor to her right. A display of red roses sat upon the small round table under the chandelier. And she noticed other vases with red roses scattered about.

“Follow me, please,” Gigi said.

Ms Virtue obeyed. Their stilettos clattered across the shiny marble floor of the foyer. They passed into a large parlor, with gilded antiques and bright silken upholstery. The floors were a dark, dark hardwood, mostly covered by bright rugs. Modern art hung on the walls, sat upon side tables. Gold and crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, helped by golden sconces on the walls. Above all else, GOLD was the theme. Pure over-the-top opulence. Scott’s penthouse looked downright Spartan in comparison.

Gigi led the heroine to what Ms Virtue initially thought was a sun room, where Scott sat enjoying a cigar and brandy with two older men. She recognized them as underbosses Giorgio and Alexander.

Giorgio Santos was a forty-nine year old career mobster, starting his career under Scott’s father’s reign. He was a heavyset man, with cold brown eyes and thinning hair. His street rep said he was the coldest of cold-blooded killers.

Alexander Freeman was the polar opposite. A renown playboy, romancing rich widows and some minor celebrities. He was called the Silver Fox, due to his thick silver hair and neatly trimmed beard. At fifty-six, he was Scott’s top lieutenant and the number two man in the Family.

The men all blew out smoke upon her arrival, and then stared at her.

Cigar room, she thought, caught off-guard by the pungent scent of cigar smoke. Or a drawing room. Whatever rich people call it.

“Gentlemen, my weekend guest has arrived,” Scott said, setting his cigar into an ashtray, then his brandy next to it. He stood, looking amazing in his dark gray suit and red power tie. “I’ll be tied up for the rest of the weekend.” He paused, eyes glazing over a second. Then he grinned at her. “Or at least one of us will be tied up.”

The underbosses chuckled, Gigi giggled, and Ms Virtue bit her lip. Oh, my God, what have I gotten myself into?

The underbosses got up and departed, forcing her to turn sideways in the doorway. Both men brushed across her breasts. On purpose. Alexander even looked her in the eyes as he did so. Gigi pulled her pack off her shoulders.

“I’ll take this up to the master bedroom,” the sexy maid said, grinning with wicked glee.

Ms Virtue watched Gigi wiggle away. Turning back to Scott, she locked eyes with him.

“Exactly how many people did you tell?”

“Fewer than a hundred, I think,” he said. Scott shrugged. “Two fifty at the most. Why? Ashamed?”

“YES! I’m a super heroine. My name is Ms Virtue, for the love of God.”

“That’s awesome,” he said. “You do know that you have a rather salacious rep on the street. Though, I do believe you are better known for gangbanging street thugs. I’m kind of an upgrade.”

“You bastard! I didn’t come here to be insulted and humiliated.”

“Well, you kind of did,” he said. He held up a hand to stop her reply. “Though, I fully intend to be respectful in all of our weekend… Entanglements.”

“You still bragged to God knows how many about forcing me to spend the weekend with you,” she snapped. “That is so humiliating.”

He shrugged. “Not my intention. Truth is, the household staff and guards know you are spending the weekend with me. Alex and Giorgio are the only ones outside of this house that know. Happy?”

“This is nothing to be happy about,” she whispered, hugging herself. Feeling light-headed, body hot and tingly, she worried her lip and looked around. “Happier, I guess. At least not as humiliated.” She looked him in the eyes with big, sad blue eyes. “Now what?”

In answer, Scott pushed her back against the door, pressed his full body against her, and lifted her chin with two fingers. She looked up with puppy dog eyes, expectant and afraid.

“You look and smell especially beautiful and sexy today,” he growled.

“I did it to please you,” she whispered. “Not sure why, considering what I’ve just learned.”

He gave her a soft kiss. Very brief. Odd how she pushed her face after his like maybe she might’ve wanted that kiss to last longer. Or wanted another. Tiny sounds of need bubbled up, body all fluttery hot and tingly. Ms Virtue lifted her face, offering her lips. He sank right in.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned.

She clutched at him, while his hands began to roam. Mostly, he fondled her tits. She felt him touch her zipper, but not grab it. Scott squeezed her butt, stroked her hair, caressed her face, and kissed her over and over and over. It wasn’t long before she forgot all of her misgivings.

Ms Virtue gasped, head spinning. “Oh God. I need… Oooh.”

She dropped to her knees before him, feeling trapped between him and the door. The beautiful heroine quickly unzipped the mob boss, fished out his erection, and rubbed it all over her upturned face while staring up into his intent eyes. She felt warm pre-cum smearing across her face as he started to leak. Pulling that dick head down, she slowly used his tip to trace her full red lips, coating her lips with his pre-cum.

His cock stiffened rock hard and jerked.

She giggled, before teasing his sensitive pisshole with the tip of her tongue. That made his entire body jolt. Ms Virtue wrapped her lips around his crown, and gave him intense head a moment, pulling off before he came. Scott groaned, hands combing deep into her silken locks to massage her scalp. So the city’s premier, most beloved and respected super heroine opened wide and went down on him. Took him to the back of her throat with one long, wanton groan.

“Oh hell yes,” he gasped out. “You’re going for the glory right away this time.”

“I promised you anything and everything you desired this weekend,” she gasped out. She kissed his cock head, gave him head, and then bobbed up and down his shaft a few more times, before pulling off with a pop of her full red lips. “I am a woman of my word. I will deny you nothing. I will not hold back my emotions or my body.”

Ms Virtue went down on Scott, and he immediately flooded her mouth with his hot seed. She pulled off, showed him the cum in her mouth, and swallowed as she held his eyes.

“I am yours until Monday morning, in every way imaginable.”