For this anonymous programmer, nothing is more exciting than the hunt for an innocent man to corrupt.
Simone worked as a mid-level programmer for a large website hosting company in Phoenix. Within the company, she remained largely anonymous, quietly working in a male-dominated field. The code she wrote was flawless, she never missed a deadline, and silently she had begun to amass a small fortune, though no one around her would have guessed it.
At thirty-five, she dressed and played the part of a slightly odd, nerdy, socially awkward programmer in grungy, baggy clothes. She used her persona as a shield against any advances from the men she worked with. If any of them had been paying attention, they would have seen that she was a perfect caricature. Every day when she came to work, she mocked them. But no one noticed. Like all apex predators, Simone was a master in the art of camouflage.
A typical workday for Simone consisted of driving to the office in her used Honda Civic without a shower, with her hair pulled up and her clothes slightly disheveled. She looked utterly unremarkable. She would put in her hours, write her code, and drift through the days without drawing attention to herself. However, after work, she would shed her costume and drive to an MMA gym on the other side of town. Her new, jet-black, 2016 BMW 750i xDrive sedan carried her there. She was fully clad in Under Armour compression pants, a sports bra, and a loose-fitting workout hoodie with her long brown hair braided. She alternated between lifting, cardio, and sparring.
In the octagon, she was an absolute demon of brutality, unleashing a fury of punches, kicks, and holds that often shocked the women and some of the men with whom she sparred. One overly confident and supremely unlucky guy, who was new to the gym, thought his six-foot, 190-pound frame would be no match for the 5’5″, 120-pound Simone. In the first thirty seconds, he found out the hard way that she was not to be trifled with. She danced and shocked him with a three-punch combination. She then stepped back before he could register the blows and nearly knocked him out with a kick that hit like a baseball bat to the side of his head. Before his addled brain could even think, “Oh shit,” she was on him, raining down blow after blow until he tapped out. As Simone stood up to walk out of the ring, she smiled at the whimpering mass of a man she had just dispatched. “Thanks for the warm-up,” she said. “Nothing like kicking someone’s ass to get the blood flowing.” She then continued with her “Hundreds Workout,” which consisted of a hundred bench presses, dips, pull-ups, dumbbell flyes, crunches, and hanging toe touches.
Simone drank a recovery shake on the way home, showered, and then ate a small meal before starting work on one of her various side projects. She had developed apps, worked on difficult coding problems for other companies, and beta-tested games for glitches. These side projects had doubled her income for years and left no time for a family, relationships, a real social life, or any of the normal trappings of society. However, Simone had her Sundays, and that was her day of the week to hunt.
Daniel was a junior at ASU, majoring in accounting. For years, he had been a spectator of more interesting lives than he would ever live. He had a few acquaintances and people he called friends, but an anxiety raged inside of him, paralyzing him from really living. He could never talk to the beautiful women around him. He never danced or went to parties. Though he wished to do infinitely many things, his fear of failure and embarrassment prevented him from ever doing any of them. He thought he was too ordinary, too skinny, too unattractive, too awkward, and way too Daniel to ever really do anything.
Six months ago, he started working out, thinking that would give him the confidence he needed. The weights, it seemed, had transformed his body, but did nothing for his confidence, and he remained entirely invisible to the women around him. Even if they had noticed him, he wouldn’t know what to say. His sheltered life before college furthered his timidity. While other boys talked about their conquests and various tales of sexual deviance, Daniel had nothing to offer. He knew there was a whole world out there that he desperately wanted to know, but he could never get there, was never invited into it, and could never find it because he didn’t even know where to look.
On this particular Sunday, Daniel was sitting at a small table in the corner of The Hangover Cafe, studying the utterly uninteresting world of global supply operations. The Hangover Cafe was the favorite place of two distinctive groups of students on a Sunday: those who were truly hungover and laid over on their walk of shame to eat, and the diligent, studious, highly intelligent “Others” who knew that the Hangover had the best and fastest wifi on campus. Daniel would sneak envious glances at the inhabitants of a world he longed to be in, and then he’d return to his studies and sigh.
It was during one of these surreptitious glances that two women, belonging to neither group, entered the Hangover and changed the energy of the place in an instant. Although they quietly took a table in a corner, diagonally across from Daniel, their beauty and power shook all the male customers from their post-inebriated daze. And every woman in the place knew instantly that Simone and Heather were not stopping over to eat while completing a walk of shame.
Simone wore a very flattering maroon dress that hugged her body, showcasing her firm breasts and flat stomach, but flowed loosely off her hips. With two-inch heels and black tights, the outfit let everyone know that she had a body without screaming “slut.” Her makeup was minimal but increased her beauty from pretty to stunning. Heather, Simone’s only real friend, was dressed in a similar fashion with a skirt and blouse combination that left no doubt in anyone’s mind that she too was gorgeous, with flirty blond curls.
As Daniel watched them walk to their table, he tried to place their reason for being there. By their looks, it seemed improbable that they were on their way to or from church. Clearly, they were not college students trying to recover from a night of intoxication and debauchery. He finally concluded that they were a beautiful anomaly, completely beyond his knowing, and so he sheepishly went back to his studies and tried his best not to get caught sneaking quick glances at them.
“Don’t you just love this place on Sunday morning?” Simone said, as she quickly scanned the cafe.
“I don’t know why you wanted to come here,” Heather replied.
“Nostalgia, for one, and this place is the perfect mix of shame, intellectual snobbery, and desperate innocence.” As those last words rolled off her tongue, she caught Daniel’s furtive glance. He blushed a bit and darted his eyes back to his screen, but Simone continued to gaze. When her coffee arrived, Simone said, “And I think I’ve found that desperate innocence I long to enlighten.”
“Happy hunting. I’ll get the details from you later,” Heather said as she cracked a wry and knowing smile.
As Simone stood up and began to walk toward Daniel’s hideout in the corner, two colleagues from work brushed by her. They didn’t even recognize her, and neither dared to take a second look. And before Daniel had a chance to run away, Simone stood in front of him, with a finger on the empty chair across from him. “Is this seat taken?”
“No, no, not at all. You can have it,” he sputtered.
“No…?” she paused. “No angry, jealous girlfriend is going to come out of the bathroom all in a huff because you’re talking to me?” Simone had a wicked grin about her.
“Oh fuck no,” Daniel slipped and recovered some unknown wit. “But, you’re probably confusing the shit out of every other guy in here talking to me.”
“Hmmm… Perhaps. Can I sit down now? Or are you going to keep me standing here for the length of our conversation?” Simone didn’t wait for his answer and pulled the chair out to sit. “So, what’s your name? And what were you thinking when you glanced at me over your screen?”
“Um…Daniel, and you saw that. I’m sorry, it’s a force of habit, I watch everyone who walks in here…”
Simone leaned in closer to Daniel, locking her eyes with him. “I didn’t ask you why you looked at me. I asked what you were thinking. And be honest, or this conversation ends right now.” Her words were measured, direct, and had Daniel’s full attention.
Daniel took a deep breath. In that single moment, he wavered 100 times between the truth and a foolish lie, but then the truth leaped from his lips. “I was thinking there is no way she is going to church in that outfit because I doubt she’s wearing panties. And, oh my God, whoever is with her is one lucky bastard.”
Simone took in Daniel’s words, weighed them for a moment, and then softened to a slight smile, almost a coy smirk. “Is that all you were thinking?”
Daniel laughed, “It was only a glance.”
“Oh? I thought I felt your eyes on me from the moment I walked in.”
Daniel blushed, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have stared.”
His sincerity rang as true as his thoughts, and Simone knew she had been right about him. “You know what, Daniel?”
“What?”
“You were right. I’m not wearing panties.” Then Simone’s eye twinkled a bit. “How would you like to be a lucky bastard today?”
Daniel just about jumped out of his skin, and he nearly knocked over both their coffees. “Of course, oh God yes, I’d love to be a lucky bastard.”
“Breathe, Daniel. Slow down, pack your things, and I’ll drive.”
“But, what about the check?”
“I’ve got that, too,” and Simone stood up, pulled two twenties from her wallet, and started for the door. “You coming, Daniel?”
It was a short drive back to Simone’s, and soon Daniel sat on her couch awkwardly, wondering what would happen next. Simone playfully smiled with a hint of wickedness in her eyes. He was extremely innocent and utterly corruptible.
“Daniel, you are going to be my pet, my plaything. This will not end in marriage. This is not a relationship. And when I tire of you, I will discard you. Are we clear?”
Daniel’s head spun as Simone’s words registered in his mind like bullets hitting his chest. But his lips fumbled out a shaky “Yes,” because even he wasn’t stupid enough to say “No” to a woman like Simone.
“That’s a good boy,” she said as she glided across the floor to her new conquest. “Now, I want you to put that innocent little tongue to work pleasing me.”
Simone stood powerfully in front of Daniel, his eyes wide, not knowing what he should do next. Simone grabbed his hair and pushed him down to a slouching position on the couch. She climbed up, positioning her taut, well-toned body into the position she wanted, pulling his head closer to the spot where she wanted to be pleasured. “Taste me, Daniel, pleasure me, and tongue fuck me until I come.” Daniel obeyed and set his tongue to work. Long strokes up and down, he tasted her pleasure and flicked her clit with his tongue. Simone grasped his hair harder in her pleasure, moved his head as she pleased, and thrust her hips back and forth, taking her pleasure out on his innocence. She wouldn’t let him stop until she climaxed, and even then she wanted him to taste her pleasure. She writhed and pulled, squeezing her thighs around his head, and finally, in fits of ecstasy, she screamed and moaned. Feeling her power over him mix with the pleasure of his tongue, she pulled her hips back, still straddling his chest and holding his head firmly.
Simone whispered in his ear, “Did you enjoy your little taste?”
Daniel could hardly speak, but he managed another quiet “Yes.”
“Good, but I hope you know,” her voice trailed off and paused, “I’m just getting started with you. We are going to the shower now, and I want you to wash me, touch me, and maybe I’ll let you cum.”
Simone took Daniel to her bathroom, where a double shower encased in glass waited for them. She started the water and then began to undress him. His jeans bulged and throbbed, but she was going to make him wait. Drive him crazy, and take her pleasure out on him some more.
Simone was surprised to find his body hard and chiseled, not huge, but sinewy and twisted. She knew right away that he was in great shape. And as she unzipped his pants and felt his cock for the first time, she was surprised again by his length and girth. She even went so far as to kneel before him and with one long gliding lick, she measured his length with her tongue and felt his head slide into her mouth. She then stood up, rubbing her body against him, until her mouth was at his ear. “No more of that,” she whispered. “Until you are clean and please me again.”
Daniel watched as Simone undressed, and he saw her beautiful, naked, strong body. He could not believe this was happening, and he had no idea what to do. He had become a spectator and participant in his life. All he knew was that his cock was throbbing and felt as if it would explode at any moment. But, somehow, he managed to enter Simone’s shower and begin bathing her. He touched her everywhere and wanted more than anything to press her against the wall and thrust inside of her. But she never allowed it, and he knew that she was in complete control. He would do anything for her.
Simone finished the shower, and as she and Daniel dried off, she told him to lay on the bed. He went to the bed at once, and soon Simone was straddling his chest. “From now on, you don’t speak, and you do exactly as I tell you to do. Nod if you understand, Daniel.” Daniel nodded instantly, and Simone slid her hips up his mouth. “I want to ride your tongue while you grab my ass.” And with that, she began moving her hips over Daniel’s tongue. His hands gripped her round, tiny ass, and he did his best to lick, penetrate, and please Simone. He tasted her moist desire, felt her thighs clench around his head, and watched her body move above him in exotic waves of sexual pleasure. Simone climaxed again, letting herself go, and as she breathed deeply, relaxing a little, she slid her wet hips down to his chest, preparing to give him his pleasure.
She slid off to one side and let her fingers run down his chest, over his belly, toward his engorged member. “This won’t take long,” she thought as she moved her mouth closer to him. She used her tongue to tease him even more, letting her tongue encircle his throbbing head and then licking him lengthwise down to his full balls. She ran her tongue in long strokes up and down, over and over, until she knew he was out of his mind in anticipation. Then, with one deft and surprising stroke, she took him deep into her mouth. Her tongue and lips sucked his hard, full shaft, and his body nearly convulsed with release, filling her mouth with his hot, salty cum. And she would not stop. She kept sucking and stroking him, swallowing every drop of his pleasure until she knew she had taken every drop he had to give.
Then, just as Daniel was thinking it was over, Simone mounted him, thrusting her hips down his still-hard cock. She clenched his chest and mouthed in his ear, “Keep that big cock working, because it’s time for me to fuck you.” He didn’t say a word as she began moving her hips up and down, taking full strokes from him and letting her lips stretch and wrap tightly around him. Sometimes she would pause and twist when he was deep inside of her, and she would lean back, taking him full in, smiling and riding. She fucked him like this for nearly half an hour, until she was sure his cock was up for the challenge. Then she turned around and began to ride him facing the other direction.
Daniel watched her tiny, muscle-toned, naked body work his, now again throbbing, cock. Her pussy would stretch over his head, down his shaft, and her ass was so perfect that he knew he would be filling her soon. But just as the moment of release approached, she took him out of her and pushed her dripping lips to his mouth. He obeyed, of course, and tasted her again and again. She wouldn’t let him stop until she came, and then she would allow him back inside. He grabbed her ass, worked her hips, and she just kept going. Then she took to sucking his now explosive cock while she made him taste her, and finally she allowed him to feel the ecstasy of release again as she swallowed his pleasure.
Daniel laid on the bed for what seemed an eternity. His head spun, his body approached nirvana, and his tongue felt tired. However, Simone was completely composed. She rose from the bed, slipped on a short black silk robe, and exited the room for the kitchen.
“Oh my God,” Daniel thought. “Best. Day. Ever.”
Simone quietly returned with a drink in hand. Daniel was starting to nod off when he felt his clothes drop onto his chest. Simone looked him over, then said, “You were fun, but it’s time for you to go. I have work to do.” Daniel swung his legs over the bed and began to dress. He remembered her words from earlier, and he didn’t argue, beg, or do any pathetic thing to embarrass himself. He did, however, wonder how he was going to get home, but Simone said she had already called him a cab.
As she walked him to the door, Simone was impressed by Daniel. He obeyed, played well, and was well-proportioned. Just before shooing him into the cab, she left him with these final words. “Next time, I’ll show you how to fuck me.”
