Cross Contamination Pt. 12

Cross Contamination part 12: Business and Pleasure

Cassie Harlowe collapsed into a fit of laughter as Peter continued an eerily accurate imitation of Principal Wheaton. She glanced across the lunch table at Kelsey, who was giggling as well, sharing a moment of female solidarity over Peter’s immaturity even as they laughed at his impression.

It had been a good couple of days. Cassie was already feeling less stressed and more confident. She had been a little worried on that dark day last week when Renee strong-armed the entire school into bullying her. It felt at the time like fighting back and escaping Renee’s influence would be impossible. But, just as she hoped, having her two oldest friends in her corner had short-circuited Renee’s plan. It was a lot harder to maintain a united front of mockery against someone with allies, and the rest of the student body seemed to have already gotten bored with the project of sexually humiliating Cassie.

“Wait, Kissy,” said Peter suddenly as if he had just remembered something. Cassie tried not to make a face as he used the nickname that Renee had popularized. She might have her two best friends back, but it seemed like the demeaning middle school nickname had stuck like glue, even with them. “A guy in my math class told me something crazy. He said he saw you streaming online!” continued Peter with an excited grin.

Cassie froze, an icy spike of panic piercing her heart. Shit! Was it possible that someone from the school had seen one of her secret exhibitionist masturbation streams and recognized her? A thousand weak excuses and justifications whirled through her brain. She opened her mouth to try to explain.

“You’ve been streaming on Argus?” asked Peter with an impressed tone, “Playing shooters?”

Oh. Ohhhhh! That streaming. Relief flooded Cassie and she gave Peter a sheepish smile. “That? Oh, I don’t know. I just tried it out for fun. I don’t even know if I’m going to do it again.”

“But you have to!” said Peter seriously, leaning across the table. “He said it was a really good stream, and you were even getting donations!”

“Yeah,” said Cassie lightly with a shrug. But despite her dismissive tone, a smile tugged at the corner of her lips. Streaming had been pretty fun. And she had made like fifty dollars just chatting with people and playing video games!

“I can picture it now,” said Kelsey with a grin, patting Cassie on the shoulder. “My best friend: internet famous.”

“Stop,” said Cassie with a giggle. Suddenly, Kelsy’s expression clouded over, and Cassie turned to see Renee Cross standing above the table, arms folded beneath her perfect breasts, hip cocked, and a cool, disdainful look on her delicate features.

Just the sight of her sent a complicated squirming combination of hate and arousal spreading through Cassie’s belly.

“Renee,” she said flatly, trying to hide her mixed emotions, “What can I do for you?”

Renee stood silently for a moment with an eyebrow raised before deigning to speak.

“I’ve been informed that, since you received no complaints during your probationary period, I am required to offer you a position on the cheerleading squad,” said Renee in a cold, precisely polite voice.

“I see,” said Cassie, unable to hide a little smirk.

“The position would be conditional on you completing the traditional team initiation,” continued Renee. “As always, you are free to withdraw from the team at any time.” Her tone made Renee’s intention perfectly clear: she expected and wanted Cassie to drop out of the squad.

“I’ll have to consider it,” said Cassie, locking eyes confrontationally with her former friend, “but thank you for letting me know.” Being a cheerleader with Renee Cross as her squad captain sounded like torture at this point, but Cassie didn’t feel like withdrawing and giving Renee the satisfaction right at this moment.

A look of frustrated annoyance crossed Renee’s face. “Fine,” she said huffily, “But get back to me by the end of the week. We need to finalize our plans for the big pep rally.” The gorgeous, catty teen stalked off with her lacky Mel following in her wake.

“Are you going to do it?” asked Kelsey with a concerned frown as soon as Renee was out of earshot.

“What?” asked Cassie, “Withdraw from the squad? Yeah. But I want to make Renee squirm about it a little first.”

Peter tilted his head in confusion. “Really? I was thinking it would be better if you do the initiation.” Cassie’s mouth fell open in bewilderment. Peter wanted her to submit to some mysterious “initiation”? Just for the privilege of joining a cheerleading squad that was ruled with an iron fist by the person she was currently feuding with? It made no sense.

Cassie turned to Kesley, hoping to get her support against Peter’s crazy idea, but instead saw that Kelsey was nodding thoughtfully. “Yeah, I think so too.”

“What?” said Cassie incredulously, looking back and forth between them in disbelief. ‘Renee and I are NOT getting along right now. Why would I want to join şişli escort the team she runs?”

“That’s why you should join,” insisted Peter with a serious look on his face. “Right now, everyone in the school is watching what you do. You’re the first person to stand up to Renee in a really long time. If you just quietly quit the squad, everyone will absolutely see it as a weakness.”

“So… what?” said Cassie incredulously, “I should just submit to whatever freaky initiation Renee wants to do to me? That’s sure to end well.”

Kelsy sighed. “I hate to agree with Peter on this, Kissy, but he’s right. I mean, yeah, Renee is going to try to make the initiation unbearable to drive you out. We both know it. But everyone else knows it too! If you pass her biased initiation, it will show everyone that you aren’t scared of her and that you’re willing to go toe-to-toe with her on her home turf.”

Cassie wasn’t convinced, but she didn’t want to spoil her newly repaired friendship with Kelsey and Peter. It had been awkward and strange enough that they had both demanded sexual favors before becoming friends with her again. Luckily, neither had pushed those demands any further in the days since, but the awkward sexual tension was still fresh, and Cassie didn’t want to rock the boat by getting into an argument with them today.

“I’ll think about it,” she said grudgingly, and they turned to lighter topics. By the time the bell rang for the next period, she had forgotten about cheer squad completely.

…

“What’s our current initiation for new cheer girls?” asked Renee thoughtfully as she and Mel returned to their table.

Mel shrugged. “Same as it’s been since you became captain. The girl needs to go topless during her last practice, take a racy photo with the squad, then chug a drink that all the other girls spit in.”

Renee shook her head with a wicked smile. “No, no… I’m afraid that won’t do at all. Everyone on the team has already seen Kissy’s tits, for one… With that ridiculous uniform we gave her, she’s practically naked every practice. No, I think it’s high time we revise the initiation procedure. Kissy will be the first to try out a new, improved, more… intense initiation.”

Mel raised an eyebrow. “Do you really think Kissy is stupid enough to submit to the initiation? She should know by this point that once you start sexually embarrassing her, she’s putty in your hands.” Mel trusted Renee’s abilities, but even for her, it seemed to be a tall order to trick a smart girl like Kissy into such a dumb move.

“She had better,” said Renee grimly, spearing a piece of pineapple with her fork and chewing it savagely. “Convincing her to submit to the cheerleader initiation is one of only two simple jobs I gave the losers who hang out with her. If they want any mercy from me, they have to deliver.”

A cruel smile curled up the ends of Renee’s pillowy lips. “But I’m not concerned. Kissy has shown us time and time again that when she’s horny, all her precious brains practically dribble out of her ears. But…” she pulled out her phone and began drafting a message to another of her pathetic underlings, “It wouldn’t hurt to make sure that she is especially warmed up… just to make the decision a little easier for her.”

…

Gina Harlowe moaned, low and soft in her throat. Her hands tangled in her husband’s hair, pulling him tighter and deeper into the dripping heat between her thighs. His tongue obediently swirled and licked, showing his deep, loving devotion; his commitment to his wife’s pleasure.

It just… wasn’t…quite…enough. Gina struggled to hold back the whine of frustration building inside her, stronger than the moan. Getting eaten out was nice… but there just wasn’t a substitute for feeling the stretch of a big cock filling you up… drilling deep and making you feel the power of the man thrusting into you, pinning you down to the bed with a hot hard spike of pure animal lust.

Gina moaned again, a little louder this time. Her cheeks colored as she realized that the sudden tingle of pleasure that had just shot through was more from fantasizing about Victor’s cock than anything poor Daren was doing. Of course, under normal circumstances, she would tell Daren to just fuck her already and force her big black tormentor temporarily out of her mind with his small, but eager cock. But, annoyingly, at the moment that just wasn’t possible…

Daren rose, his face dripping from his humble service. “Is there anything else I c-can do, honey?” he asked with big puppy dog eyes. Gina’s eyes flicked downward, between Daren’s scrawny thighs. His pale little cock and balls danged there, humiliatingly caged in plastic, pressing tightly but futilely against the chastity device a teenage girl had trapped him in.

It was hard not to immediately make the comparison. Victor’s massive, dominant cock… taking Gina, taunting her, making her drool despite how much she hated the man. And Daren’s disappointing little noodle; squished, submissive, taksim escort and conquered. Victor would never allow his manhood to be compromised the way her husband’s cock had been. Gina knew it instinctively.

She suddenly felt turned off. Well… that wasn’t true. Not entirely. She still felt a deep sexual frustration that had been slowly building since she had last seen Victor several days ago, But she knew that right now she could get no further with Daren. Not while he was wearing that emasculating device.

“No dear,” she said with a sigh, leaning forward to kiss her husband, then thinking better of it and giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “You’ve done enough tonight.”

She must not have been able to hide her disdainful glance towards Daren’s pitiful crotch, because a look of shame spread across his face. “It’s not f-forever, honey,” he said miserably. “I just need a little time to convince Renee.”

“Or…” said Gina with a ripple of annoyance, turning away from her husband so that he couldn’t see her face as she put her pajama shorts back on, “You could have just refused to put the damn thing back on after you jerked off to me.” She turned to face Daren, her eyes flashing dangerously. “Or hell, you could have even kept the keys Victor gave me! We could be fucking right now if you had put your foot down.”

A courier had appeared at the door that very afternoon after Gina and Daren had their humiliating, revealing encounter, demanding that Daren surrender the chastity cage keys. And, typically for him, he had given up the keys to his cock immediately.

“You… don’t know Renee like I do,” said Daren nervously. “If I try to just rebel all at once like that, she would go nuclear. Don’t worry honey. I’m sure I can convince her to give up on the cage.”

Gina closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let go of her resentment toward her husband. It wasn’t his fault. Well, the Renee thing was, but not Gina’s stress and frustration.

“It’s ok, Daren, said Gina with a sigh, pulling him into a hug, “I know you’re trying your best. I’m just a little stressed out over work.”

Daren looked a little surprised. “Work? I thought you were stressed about…”

Gina’s lips quirked into a wry smile. There were so many ways that Daren could end that sentence.

“… becoming my boss’s sex slave.”

“… spending several days fucking another man.”

“… becoming a helpless, horny submissive to a man you hate.”

It all boiled down to one thing: Victor Cross. The infuriating, dominant, fascinating man that had outplayed her at every turn.

“No,” lied Gina in a firm voice. “I’m not wasting time thinking about… him. You know that right now is a crucial time for me at work. They’re deciding who to promote to partner right now, and, for reasons I still can’t understand, it’s down to me and that worthless idiot Xavier. I didn’t have access to my phone the past few work days and didn’t make it in to the office. I’m going to have to come up with an excellent excuse if I don’t want this to cost me the promotion.”

Daren gave her a sheepish smile, pulling his boxers on to hide his shame. “You don’t need to worry about that, surely,” he said with warm confidence, “You’re hurricane Gina, remember? If this Xavier guy gets in your way, he’ll be sorry. No one gets the best of you.”

Gina smiled back, but her insides were roiling. Just a few short months ago, she would have arrogantly agreed with her husband’s assessment. But recently, there had been one man who had been getting the best of her consistently. Being dominated and defeated again and again by Victor had sapped Gina’s certainty. What if what her infuriating new master said was true, and she really was a “natural submissive” destined to serve dominant men?

Daren knew his wife well enough to recognize the shadow of blended lust and doubt on her face.

“Has he… been in touch?” asked Daren with nervous dread. “Has he asked you to d-do anything else?”

Gina shook her head. “Not yet,” she said flatly. Victor didn’t “ask” her to do anything of course; he commanded. But she didn’t bother to correct Daren’s word choice. It would only make him feel worse. “I haven’t heard from him since he… let me come home,” she finished awkwardly. She and Daren had avoided discussing the exact details of her sleepover at his boss’s house after her forced confession. It had happened, and they had forgiven each other, but that didn’t make the events any less crushing to Daren’s battered ego… or any less shamefully erotic to Gina. Victor had just been so strong… so masculine. Gina considered herself a strong, self-sufficient woman, but Victor had somehow overridden all of that with ease, making her into a weak, submissive girl for him. He had swept aside her faithfulness and marriage vows with contemptuous ease, making her his slut while she was with him for several days. She still didn’t know how she would make that horrible fact up to her poor husband.

And, as humiliating as it was fatih escort to admit, she was anticipating his next commands on some deep, primal level.

“Maybe he got bored now that…” Daren looked away, his face reddening from the shameful arousal of the cuckold fetish he had tried so desperately to hide from his wife, “…Now that he won.”

“Maybe,” said Gina, unable to keep the doubt from her voice. She knew in her heart that Victor Cross wasn’t done with her yet. And whatever he had planned for her next would no doubt be as horribly, corrosively erotic as his last games.

“In any case, I need some rest,” said Gina, giving her husband another chaste kiss on the cheek. “I’ll probably be late getting home tomorrow. Lots to catch up on at work.”

“Knock ’em dead, hurricane GIna,’ said Daren, reaching out to cup her face in a warm, soft hand. “Show them who’s boss.”

Gina snuggled beneath the covers, feeling more centered and certain than she had in days. Daren really was a wonderful husband; warm and supportive when she needed him, even after her devastating failure to stay faithful to him. In a lot of ways, she didn’t deserve the man snuggled into bed with her, even if he had been ensnared by a teenage slut.

Daren was right. She might have a particular weakness for Victor, but she was still the same capable woman she had always been. Work was the perfect place to prove that: an arena where she was unquestionably superior.

A place she could get her groove back and show how confident and powerful she could be.

A place without Victor Cross.

…

The following afternoon, Daren closed the door behind him as he got home, kicked off his shoes, and slumped back on the couch with a sigh. For the first time since Gina had come back from Victor’s house, he almost felt normal.

It had been a shocking blow. Gina… his high school sweetheart. The mother of his child. His wife… had fucked Victor Cross. Given him the sweet, forbidden gift of her married pussy. And, based on her filmed confession and her guilty attitude since then, the sex had been mind-blowing. It horrified Daren. Made him jealous and anxious and terrified all at once. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was that it also made him horny.

He wished it didn’t. If only he had the strength to be fully appalled. To stick up for himself and fight back against his evil boss. But he had gone too deep already. He had also been sucked into sex games he wasn’t proud of, and the only way out for both of them was to either wait until Renee and Victor got bored, or to somehow subvert their control. At least Gina had an end date: in less than a month, she would be free of her contract from Victor.

Renee had given her “puppy” no such assurances.

Daren felt his phone buzz and knew with a sinking feeling of fear and reluctant arousal that it must be her. It was almost as if thinking about her summoned her.

[Hiiiii puppy! Did you miss me? I was giving you a little time to process after finding out you’re a full-blown cuck, but I need your help with something, so your little break is over.]

Daren frowned down at his screen. He obviously wasn’t thrilled with the “cuck” label, but he knew better than to raise that issue. Besides, he had more important things to worry about right now. Gina was counting on him to convince Renee to at least relax her chastity cage policies a little.

[Mistress, it’s really important that I get a chance to have sex with Gina. After her time at your father’s house, we need to reconnect. Can you unlock my cage for now?]

Daren sent the message with his heart pounding fast. Renee could be unpredictable. If he was lucky, his mistress would be condescendingly sweet about the request. If he was unlucky, she would be furious.

[Puppy, puppy, puppy… we talked about this! I don’t think you’re ready to lose your virginity yet. I want to make sure you’ve improved a whole lot before you try having sex as a real man.]

Daren huffed in frustration. [Again, I’m not a virgin, mistress. I have a daughter for God’s sake!]

The answer that came back made Daren’s brow crinkle in confusion.

[Do you?]

Daren started typing a reply, then deleted it. He stared down at the text again. Renee knew he had a daughter. She had been teasing him over Cassie for a while now. She had an entire scheme to corrupt her. They even apparently knew each other at school. He couldn’t understand what she meant.

Renee replied again without waiting for Daren to respond: [Anyway, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to fuck your wife right now anyway. Not so soon after she got fucked by my dad. Trust me, puppy, you do not want to follow that act. The comparison wouldn’t be flattering. But I’ll tell you what… if you do a particularly good job at the task I have for you today, I’ll consider giving you a hall pass to make sweet love to wifey despite my better judgment. Fair?]

Daren felt a surge of confidence. Somehow, he had managed to negotiate his release with Renee. It would all fall into place from here. He would have a chance to have sex with his wife, reconnect with her, and finally break this sick fascination they had both developed for his boss. All he had to do first was impress Renee…