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Candy - August Walker Fanfic

August Walker x Original Female (escort) character

Trigger warnings: talks of abuse and torture

Summary: August Walker, the CEO of a renowned Security Firm located in the bustling streets of Washington DC. His life is a constant juggling act, burdened by the weight of stressful responsibilities. The strain on his marriage is palpable, with his relationship barely holding itself together. However, he remains tethered to his wife primarily for the sake of their son, whom he adores dearly.

To find solace amidst the chaos, August forms a unique bond with an escort who goes by the name "Candy." Their clandestine meetings become a refuge for him, an escape from the pressures of his daily existence. For over nine months, their encounters grow in frequency, and August finds himself becoming increasingly possessive of Candy's time, although he strives to keep their interactions as casual as she desires.

However, their relationship takes an unexpected turn when August accidentally discovers Candy's true identity. Intrigued by this revelation, he begins to interfere in her life and even meddles in the affairs of her boyfriend, who coincidentally works for him. As August's feelings deepen, he wrestles with the idea of whether he can make Candy choose him over her current life.

This story is 40 chapters and over 50k words. I will be posting one chapter at a time, if you ever want to be added to the taglist, please let me know.

This story (as well as any stories I post) is only for those over 18... it will include all sorts of sex including MFM...

And there will be a special guest star by Lloyd Hansen...

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 - coming soon

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Candy - Chapter 5

Word count: 1182

Cassidy has found out someone paid her school bills for the rest of the semester... The Contractor makes himself at home inside her apartment while she's gone.

MINORS DNI - 18+

Cassidy finally stepped up to the counter at her school office. It was time to pay for her last semester of school. Sure, she still had student loans, but it was a relief to know that she was almost done with her degree. "Hi," she smiles at the woman behind the counter, "Cassidy Turner." She pulls out her checkbook as the woman looks up her name on the computer screen.

"Ms. Turner, your school bill has been paid already."

"No..." Cassidy shakes her head, closing her checkbook to stare back at the woman. "There must be a mistake. I haven't paid my bill yet."

The woman looks at the screen once more with a sigh. "Looks like the bill was paid last week."

"Thank you," she offers to the woman, shoving her checkbook back into her purse as she stalks from the office. Joe could have paid it, but while his family was well off, he wasn't well off enough to do something like this for her. No... there was only one person that would have done this.

She pulls her phone from her purse as she stands outside the door of the office. Her suspicions are confirmed when she pulls up her student loan information to find the balance at zero. "Fucker!" She ignores the glances she obtains from a few other students as she furiously messages August. She knew she couldn't barge into his office, because Joe would wonder why she was there. And she couldn't invite him back to her place or show up at his place.

Cassidy: We need to talk. ASAP.

August: I'm sorry... who is this?

Cassidy: Don't fucking play with me.

August: Cass? Or Candy? Which one am I talking to?

Cassidy: Goddamnit Walker...

August: Watch your tone, or you'll regret it.

Cassidy huffed, hating the way his warning even through the phone elicited a gush of arousal in her panties. She rolled her eyes, typing in one last message before returning her phone back to her purse.

Cassidy: Peacock Café in one hour. You're buying me lunch.

August laughs at his phone, going over Cassidy's last message. He knew paying off her loans would force her to reach out to him. He calls up his old friend, The Contractor, waiting for him to answer.

"Yup..."

August rolls his eyes at the response, sighing. "She'll be out of her apartment for at least the next hour or so."

"On it," he responds, hanging up without another word.

"Okay," August scoffs, sliding his phone into his pocket as he stands up from his desk to pull on his jacket. He stops at his assistant's desk and the young girl flutters her eyelashes up at him. She was young, around the same age as Cassidy and just out of college. She was attractive; model features with long blonde hair and big blue eyes that would certainly look better looking up at him with her pink lips wrapped around his cock. But he didn't like to mix work with pleasure, despite how many times she tried to make it obvious to him she wanted more. "Cancel the rest of my meetings today. I'm going home early."

"Yes, Mr. Walker," she responds sweetly, making sure to lean forward to display her breasts to him in her blouse.

August leans on the desk with his palms flat on the desk. "What have I told you about flirting with me, Ms. Riggins?"

She blushes, straightening up in her chair at his tone. "I'm sorry, Mr. Walker..."

"Good." He winks at her, the blush now turning a bright shade of red as he chuckles, walking away.

The Contractor steps into Cassidy's apartment, breaking in easily. August had tried to pull records of her online, but she had changed her identity when moving to DC. He wanted to know more about her and that is where The Contractor came into play. Sure, August could do what he did, but August was a public figure. The Contractor could keep a low profile much easier.

He closes the door quietly and looks around the small apartment. It was modest and neat, everything in its place. He walked to the bookshelf in the corner of the living room, planting a small camera on top that covered most of the living room and small kitchen. He moved a few little knickknacks, some porcelain owls, just the slightest out of place to see if she would notice. He grabbed one owl, keeping it in place as he completely turned it to face the inside of the shelf, laughing to himself. Small amusements.

He opened the fridge next, taking a large swig of Cassidy's almond milk before turning the carton so the label faced the back of the fridge. After looking through a few cabinets and drawers, he diagnosed her with OCD and moved on to the bedroom. The aroma of coconut and lavender filled his senses as he entered, smirking as his cock jumped slightly in his slacks.

He begins to open dresser drawers, finding a pair of pink lace panties. He brings them up to his nose, taking a whiff, slightly disappointed at the fresh laundry smell. He folded them and neatly placed them back into the drawer and closed it. There were no personal photos anywhere in the apartment. No family photos or even of friends. He made a mental note of that and moved on to the closet next.

He found the small safe on the ground, in the back of the closet behind some dresses. "Bingo," he mutters proudly to himself as he lifts it to bring it back to the bedroom to send on the edge of the bed. It doesn't take him long to crack it open. He takes photos of the documents inside, finding out her birth name was actually Catherine Faris. "Hmm..." He doesn't touch the money she has neatly stacked inside, but takes a photo of her passport before placing everything neatly back into the safe and replacing it in her closet.

He stops in the middle of the bedroom, contemplating whether to put a camera in her room or not. Part of him wanted to, but he finally sighed, shaking his head as he decided to inspect the bathroom before leaving. He opens the medicine cabinet first finding birth control pills as well as Lexapro along with a few other antidepressants. "Hmm..." He picks up the Lexapro bottle, opens it to find it half gone, and checks the date. He places it back in the cabinet, turning the label slightly to the right as he chuckles to himself, moving all the pill bottles slightly off center.

As he turns to leave the bathroom, his gaze catches on a pair of red lace panties on the top of the laundry pile in the basket. He snatches them up and brings them to his nose, savoring the sweet, musty smell as his cock jumps to full attention this time. "Mmmm, that's the stuff." He shoves them into his pocket, making sure all the lights are off before leaving the apartment just as he receives a text from August, telling him that she was on her way home.

Chapter 6 Candy

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Candy - Chapter 1

Word Count: 1371 This story is only for girls (and boys) with color blindness. Red flags galore. But we don't see them. Do we? 

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"Just one more time, doll," August growls from between Cassidy's legs as she whimpers. She had been on her back for more than an hour, laid subject to the constant lashing of August's tongue. He enjoyed the long slow torture of her pussy, eliciting as many orgasms as he could in their allotted time together.

"Sir... please," she pleads softly, every inch of her body on high alert from overstimulation as August buries his face once more between her legs. His long thick fingers dig into the flesh of her thighs, keeping her place as he feasted. The only thing she could do was whimper and moan incoherently.

August moaned against her soaking pussy, shoving two fingers into her, thrusting just as he felt her clench tightly around them. He had lost count of the orgasms since she entered the hotel room. But now his cock was aching and throbbing painfully, hanging heavy between his legs. Now it was his turn to get what he paid for.

Cassidy squeals as August pulls away abruptly, turning her onto her stomach, his hand between her shoulder blades. He kept her pinned against the bed as he grabbed her waist with his other hand, pulling her pussy up to him as he thrust hard into her. They both gasped out loud as he buried himself, his balls slapping hard against her already sensitive clit.

August groans, pausing for a moment at the feel of her pussy that was on fire from the assault of his tongue. "God you're so fucking tight, doll." He reached his hand around her, grabbing her throat as he pulled her body up against his. "You know why I call you doll, don't you?" He growls into her ear as she rests her head back against his shoulder, thankful for his strong arms holding her up.

"No, sir," she whimpers out, gasping as he bites her shoulder.

"Because..." he grunts, pulling her down harder onto his cock, "you are my little rag doll to do with as I please. Aren't you?"

"God yes... please don't stop," she begs loudly as she feels another orgasm approaching. She knew he wouldn't let her come again though until he was ready. And it had been a few weeks since they were able to make time for each other. He was by far her roughest client, but only in all the best ways. He used her as he wished, but always made sure to take care of her before and after. He was her favorite client so she always made time for him whenever he asked. She could tell he was extra stressed since the last time by the way he treated her.

She grunted as he pushed her back down onto the bed once more, grabbing her auburn hair in his hand. He yanked on it, eliciting a yelp as he dragged her chin up, his other hand firmly on her lower back. He straddled her, his thighs keeping hers pressed firmly together as he drilled into her over and over again.

Cassidy can only clutch onto the bedsheets, gasping at the pounding. Her eyes flutter back, head fuzzy as the room fills with the sound of August's grunts. She knew by the sounds and the pressure of his pelvis thrusting into hers that he was close.

"Let's go, doll. I know I said last time was the last time. But this is the last time. I promise." He chuckles at the sound of her whimpering as he pushed her to the edge. Sweat drips down his brow as he releases her hair to grab a tight hold of her hips in his hands. He drags her hips back to his, slamming into her as she gasps and he knows he has her. It doesn't take much longer before he hears her moaning out, her voice hoarse as her mewling is barely coherent. He feels the last orgasm claim her, her face buried in the pillow under her. Her pussy tightened around his cock, squeezing and milking him as he grunted, thrusting one last time into her hard as he emptied himself into her, filling her with his cum.

Cassidy groans, out of breath and drenched in sweat as she feels August lay a trail of kisses along her spine before pushing off the bed. She turns her head toward the bathroom as she hears the water running. He was a creature of habit, even if the sex was never the same, the aftercare always was. He left her to lay in her sweat, his cum leaking out of her as she tried to catch her breath while he showered. Once he finished, he wrapped a towel around his waist and entered the bedroom to carry her to the bathtub.

August watched her sink into the warm water, the lavender-scented bubbles covering her body. He moved to kneel behind her head, braiding her hair out of her face before pinning it on her head to keep it out of the water. He presses a few kisses to her shoulder before taking a seat beside the tub as she smiled back at him. They had been keeping up this arrangement now for more than 9 months. He was thankful to have found her. Before her, he hadn't had a sex life for years. His wife was no longer interested in sex and he was no longer interested in her in general.

Cassidy sat up, pulling her knees to her chest as she rested her chin on his knee. "Feel better?"

"Oh yeah," he chuckles, leaning forward to seal his mouth over hers. He pulls away after a long kiss with a sigh. "I want to tattoo 'mine' just above your pussy so everyone else knows who you belong to."

She giggles, raking her teeth along her lower lip. "I'm not sure my boyfriend would like that much."

August growled as she watched his demeanor change. The one rule he had was to not talk about any other men when she was with him. It was only her and him, no one else.

She thinks he's going to reprimand her, instead, she watches him get up to disappear into the bedroom before coming back with a small blue box. "What is that?"

"This," he holds up the box with a smirk as he sits on the floor beside the tub once more, "is your Christmas present."

"You got me a gift?!" Some of her other clients were soft and liked to buy her gifts frequently. But not her Sir. He wanted sex, a release. Nothing else. She took the box happily as he watched her hesitantly.

August placed his hand on the box before she could open it and she looked up at him confused. "Before you open it, I... Merry Christmas, Candy."

She preened, kissing him before opening the box. Inside was a diamond-encrusted heart pendant that she knew was expensive. "Sir... it's beautiful!"

"You like it? Truth be told, it's been a long time since I've bought jewelry." He takes the necklace from her, moving to kneel behind her head once more.

"It's perfect. Thank you." She grins as he clasps the necklace, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck before moving to press one against her cheek.

He stands up, clearing his throat as he looked down on her with a sigh. He placed his strict mask back on. "You know the drill, stay as long as you like, doll. I'll be seeing you soon. I hope you have a good Christmas and New Year."

"Thank you," she smiles in response, standing up as he offered her his hand to help her out of the tub. She lifted her chin up, silently asking for one last kiss as he obliged, pulling her body against his to press a hard kiss to her lips. "Don't keep me waiting for too long," she whispers when she pulls away, eliciting a small smile from him.

"You know I won't."

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Chapter 2 Candy

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Candy - Chapter 6

Word count: 1089

Cassidy confronts August over lunch...

August glances up at Cassidy as she comes into view where he sits at the small table in the back of the restaurant. He smiles at her as she scowls, removing her yellow peacoat to display curve-hugging jeans and a light blue blouse as she took a seat beside him and lifted the menu in front of her.

Cassidy ignores August in his button-up, his tie loosened around his neck. She ignores how good he looks, as he brings his hand up to smooth his forefinger and thumb over his mustache. She smiles at the waitress as she greets the table. "I'll have the New York Strip."

"12 or 16 oz?" The waitress glances at August as he just sits quietly, waiting for Cassidy to finish.

"16. Medium. And a bottle of the Cabernet." She hands the menu to the waitress as August chuckles.

"Same for me is fine." He hands over his own menu, not taking his eyes off Cassidy as she finally glares back at him. "So? To what do I owe this pleasure?"

She takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm as they were in public. "What do you think you're doing?"

August chuckles, looking around the restaurant as the waitress comes up to them with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He rolls up his sleeves as Cassidy watches the veins on his forearms, getting momentarily distracted as the waitress poured them both some wine. He nodded at her, waiting for her to walk away before looking back at Cassidy. "I don't know what you mean. You invited me here, Ms. Turner. Called me in the middle of the day at work and insisted I buy you lunch."

She huffs, shaking her head before bringing the wine up to her lips. The wine is dry and bitter and she forces herself to swallow it as August smirks at her amused.

"You don't like it?"

She smiles as he takes his own drink, and she forces herself to take another. She made a show of ordering the most expensive bottle, and she was not going to let him win. "It's fine."

"So, doll..." he leans toward her at the table as she swallows hard, the endearment shooting straight through her as she recalled their last time together. "What are we doing here? I can get us a hotel room for the night..."

She scoffs, leaning toward him too. "No! Why did you pay for my school? And my student loans?"

"Did I?" He asks with a flirty smile, cocking his head to the side.

"Fuck you, Walker!" She spits as he grips her wrist, his smile falling as his brows furrowed and his eyes darkened.

"Watch your mouth, doll. You should be saying thank you, August. Don't give me attitude or I'm going to beat it out of you."

She could only nod as he released her, leaning back in his chair. She knew it was a threat and a promise and it was one she wanted him to follow through on. She took a large gulp of the wine, trying to stifle the sour face as she set the glass back on the table and August chuckled. "You know what I mean. Why?"

"Because I could." He responds nonchalantly with a small shrug as she just seethes, becoming angrier. "You could always work it off with me in a hotel room."

"No." She shakes her head with a groan as she feels August rest his hand on her thigh under the table.

"I miss you, doll." He rubs her thigh, moving his hand to her inner thigh, his pinky reaching her pussy as he hears a sharp intake of air. "Don't you miss our time together? Don't you miss the feel of my cock claiming your pussy?"

She feels her face heat, turning red as she leans away from him, shoving his hand away and avoiding the gaze of the waitress as she set their steaks in front of them. When they're alone, Cassidy picks at her plate. "I do what I do because I do it on my own terms. No one else's. You can't manipulate me into doing what you want, August."

"So think of it as a gift then. A bonus. Speaking of..." he brings his hand up, running his fingers gently along her collarbone and up her neck as she trembled slightly, "why aren't you wearing the necklace I bought you?"

"Because," she brings her hand up to her neck where his hand just was, "my boyfriend didn't like me wearing something from a client."

"He knows what you do?" August is surprised at this revelation as he cuts into his steak, taking a large bite.

"Yes. I don't lie about it. He just isn't allowed to know who my clients are. But I keep my relationships neat and clean so that I don't even know who they really are. And you had to go and fuck that up, didn't you?"

August laughs, much to her chagrin, obviously annoyed. "Look, I was surprised as you were. But you're here now and I don't want to sever our relationship."

"Well I do..." she spits, knowing he was about as convinced as she felt, which was not at all.

He nods, letting it go to change the subject. "So, major in economics and minor in art? Why art?"

"Because I like art and you know nothing about me, August." She flags down the waitress, handing over the plate she barely touched. "Can you box this for me, please? Also a slice of your white chocolate cheesecake."

The waitress glances at August as if asking for permission as he only nods, chuckling. He looks back at Cassidy with a grin. "I might not know much about you yet, but I will." He leans toward her, hovering his face inches from hers to really drive the point home. "And I know you miss me. I know you miss our time together. I will have you again."

She shakes her head, not moving from her spot. "Keep dreaming, August Walker." She stands up and pulls on her coat as August watches her accept the bag of food from the waitress.

He sighs, pulling his phone out, and messaging The Contractor.

August: She's on her way back home.

He pulls out his wallet and sets some cash on the table before grabbing his jacket and leaving the restaurant. The lunch didn't exactly go as well as he had hoped. But he knew he was leaving with the knowledge that she still wanted him too. And that was enough for him to work with... for now.

Chapter 7 Candy

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Candy - Chapter 16

Word Count: 1075

Cassidy confronts her step-father and she and August confront their relationship

MINORS DNI TW: Talks of SA and violence

"Happy early birthday, pumpkin," Lloyd's voice oozed with amusement as he raised his hand and delivered a sharp slap across Travis's face, jolting him awake. "Rise and shine!"

Cassidy instinctively retreated into August's protective embrace, her eyes wide with shock as she watched Travis groggily lift his head and scan the room. "How long has he been here?"

Lloyd waved off the question casually as he sauntered over to a table in the corner, where an array of sinister-looking tools awaited. "Only about a week. I've been keeping him alive, just barely."

"You guys have been tormenting him?"

"Well, tormenting is more Lloyd's expertise. But when I heard about what he did to you, I couldn't resist joining in," August remarked with chilling nonchalance.

"Catie..." Travis mumbled weakly as August forcefully pushed Cassidy away, closing the distance to the captive.

"Don't you dare look at her!" August's fist shot forward, connecting with Travis's nose and sending a spray of blood across the room, prompting a horrified gasp from Cassidy.

Meanwhile, Lloyd approached her, extending a knife toward her. "Care to join the festivities?"

"What?! No!" Cassidy pressed herself against the wall, her escape route blocked. Panic surged through her. "What's your plan here?"

Lloyd shrugged, a sardonic smirk dancing on his lips. "He won't be leaving here alive, that's for sure."

"Y-you're going to kill him?"

"The world is better off without him. Don't you agree, doll?" August's voice took on a softer, more soothing tone as he approached Travis. Lloyd, with a twisted grin, began to carve a long, cruel gash into Travis's arm.

Cassidy hesitated, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. "Yes," she admitted with a tremor in her voice, her gaze fixed on the gruesome scene before her. "He tormented me for years. It started when he moved in when I was just 7..." Both men stood silently, seething with anger, as Cassidy recounted her harrowing experiences. "It didn't start out sexual, but it didn't take long to escalate. I used to cry out for my mom, but it was always in vain. When she wasn't high, she'd just stand there in the doorway, watching, never doing anything..."

"Cass..." August's voice cracked, his hand trembling as he reached out to touch her, but she swiftly brushed his hand away.

"Don't touch me... I just want to go home."

"I warned you this was a terrible idea," August hissed at Lloyd, who merely shrugged.

Lloyd moved August aside, standing before Cassidy and cupping her tear-streaked face with his hands. "Look at me. This is your chance for closure. The chance to never have to look over your shoulder again. Never wondering if he'll reappear, or if he'll come after you."

She sniffled, pondering his words as he gently released her and placed a knife in her trembling hand. "Don't force her into this, Lloyd," August cautioned.

"I'm not forcing her. It's her choice."

"You don't have to do this, doll."

Cassidy nodded, her gaze not meeting theirs as she walked more confidently toward Travis. She seized his hair, lifting his head to make him meet her gaze. "You destroyed my childhood... you're the reason I had no friends... you're the reason I left as soon as I turned 18... you're the reason I couldn't let another man touch me until I was nearly 20." With determination, she plunged the knife into his abdomen, surprised at how easily it slid through his flesh. She turned back to Lloyd and handed him the knife. "Make him suffer. August, take me home."

August glanced over at Cassidy as he parked the car in the underground garage beneath her apartment building. The drive back had been eerily quiet. Since leaving the warehouse, they had made a quick stop at the hotel to retrieve her belongings, and now, she stared out the window, still wrapped in her own thoughts. He released his seatbelt and leaned over to undo hers, his concern growing. "Doll... come on."

She accepted his hand as he walked around the car to open her door. They entered her apartment in silence. Cassidy removed her shoes meticulously, placing them neatly on a small shelf beside the door. Her voice trembled as she finally spoke, her eyes still distant. "Will you stay with me for a while?"

"Of course," August replied, his voice gentle. He kicked off his shoes when they reached her bedroom, closing the door behind them as he joined her in bed.

"I know I should be angrier about you invading my privacy, but—"

"But you find it endearing?" August interjected, a teasing glint in his eyes, making her chuckle for the first time that morning.

"No, it's incredibly invasive, overbearing, and controlling... But," she sighed, allowing him to pull her close against his chest, "thank you."

He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as she nestled against him. "I would do anything to protect you."

Cassidy started to say something, but their conversation was abruptly interrupted by a knock at the apartment door. "Stay in here," she told August, climbing out of bed. She closed the bedroom door quietly behind her, leaving August alone.

Joe stood on the other side of the apartment door. "Cassidy... I was hoping we could hang out. I have a free day."

Cassidy scoffed, her arms crossed over her chest, refusing to let him in. "You mean your other girlfriend is busy?" She watched his surprise and tension, but he chuckled, shaking his head.

"What are you talking about?"

Rolling her eyes, Cassidy pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Cut the act. You're a terrible liar. I don't care. But we're done."

"What?! No! She meant nothing. What's the difference? You sleep with other men all the time!"

"It's a job! It's not romantic!" Cassidy shouted, her voice echoing through the apartment. She was aware that things were starting to feel different with August, even if she wasn't ready to admit it to herself. "Just go away." She slammed the door before he could respond, ignoring his persistent knocks as she returned to the bedroom and crawled back into bed with August. Eventually, the knocks subsided.

"Not romantic?" August finally asked, and Cassidy laughed, looking up at him.

"I think I might be okay with you being my only client... But I don't want it to feel like you're my client..."

August chuckled, rolling her onto her back with a smirk. "Then I won't be. I'll take care of you, and we'll be together."

"What about your wife?"

He sighed, his fingers idly tracing the hem of her shirt at her waist. "I don't know yet. I'll figure something out..."

Chapter 17 Candy

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Candy - Chapter 8

Word Count: 2062

Candy meets Mr. Pink...

MINORS DNI

The hotel room's darkness enveloped Cassidy as she entered, but her eyes adjusted enough to discern a figure seated in a chair at the corner. "Hi, I—"

"Silence," Lloyd's command cut her off, and she halted in her tracks. The backdrop of city lights framed him, casting a dim illumination on her before his gaze. A smile played on his lips as he leaned back. "Take off your coat, Candy."

She hesitated a brief moment of uncertainty, before following his instruction, draping her coat neatly on the dresser. Taking a tentative step forward, she sensed his gaze raking over her, clad in a delicate black nightie that had been concealed beneath the coat.

He observed the curves of her body, the graceful lines of her limbs, and the cascade of her long red hair over one shoulder. "Stay where you are and undress."

"This isn't usually the way things go."

Lloyd chuckled softly, noting her nervous fidgeting. "Perhaps not, but I am the one paying, am I not?" His raised eyebrow conveyed a sense of authority as he watched her pause momentarily before yielding. With her fingers hooked into the nightie's straps, she let them slide off her shoulders, allowing the fabric to pool around her feet. Lloyd shifted in his seat, his cock pressing uncomfortably against his slacks at the alluring sight of her in only black lace panties and black heels. "Continue. Keep the heels on."

As Cassidy let her panties fall to the floor, she inhaled sharply when Lloyd flicked on the lamp beside him, revealing his presence for the first time. He sat with a casual posture, his khaki pants and loafers contrasting his yellow polo. The tone of his voice during their phone conversation had made her apprehensive, fearing he might be much older and, well, less appealing. Yet, aside from the odd mustache clinging to his upper lip, he possessed a certain attractiveness. Likely in his late 30s or early 40s, he boasted striking blue eyes and a well-maintained physique. A satisfied smile tugged at the corner of her lips; he was someone she could work with, that much was certain.

"Now crawl to me..."

She laughed, thinking he was kidding as he tilted his head, his smile no longer apparent as she tensed. She struggled internally at the degrading act, bordering on things she was once forced to do before.

Lloyd watched her begin to zone out, eyes glazing over as she was transported to another time in her head, confirming some of his suspicions. "Look at me, pumpkin. Eyes on me."

She snapped her eyes back to Lloyd's at the nickname, watching him bring his hand up in front of him. He pointed to the ground as she fell to her knees, leaning over on her hands. She thought she would feel stupid crawling to him, instead, she felt sexy, maybe even empowered. She kept her eyes on his as they darkened, obviously turned on at watching her ass sway behind her as she made her way to him.

"Good girl," he offered as she reached him, leaning up on her knees as she rested her hands on her thighs.

She watched him pull off his shirt, tossing it onto the ground behind her as her eyes roamed over his chest and stomach. It confirmed her suspicions of him being fit, even displaying a healthy amount of hair as she began to get turned on.

He leaned forward, gripping her chin in his hand, hovering his face inches from hers. "Now, you keep your eyes on me and stay out of your head. You understand me?"

She blushes slightly, embarrassed at the feeling of him looking right through her as she nodded. "Yes."

He closed the distance to crush his mouth against hers, coaxing her into submission. His fingers traced along her jawline, grazing the side of her neck as she moaned into his mouth. "Good." He leaned back in his chair, basking in the authority he held over her. "Suck my cock."

Without reluctance, Cassidy leaned forward again, biting her lower lip as she pulled his cock free from his pants, slightly impressed at the girth as she wrapped her hand to stroke him.

"Use your tongue," he instructed.

A teasing sound escaped her throat as she parted her lips, teasing him with her tongue, slowly sliding it around his shaft. At the same time, she applied pressure to his base, holding him firmly in place as she bobbed her head, wrapping her free hand around his base to further grip him as she released her hold. As she released him, her eyes remained locked on his, and her pupils dilated under his gaze. He reveled in how hypnotized she looked, lust running rampant throughout her body.

Lloyd licked his lips as he observed her. "Lay down on the bed."

She looked at him confused, worried she did something wrong before he motioned his head for her to comply. She stood up and walked over to the bed, laying in the middle.

"Slide two fingers inside yourself." Cassidy complied, silently whimpering at the penetration as her eyes never left his. "Open your legs wider."

Her eyes fluttered shut briefly as she obeyed his order, moaning loudly as her hands stroked herself as he watched from the end of the bed. "Show me."

His breath caught in his throat as he watched her touch herself, her arousal palpable in the air. He dropped his pants and underwear to the ground with a small thump, kicking off his shoes as he moved to kneel between her legs and she stopped. He grabbed her hand, placing it back on her pussy. "I did not tell you to stop."

She mumbled out an apology, her body on fire as she returned her fingers to her pussy as Lloyd watched her.

"Relax, let go..." he urged softly as he watched her legs tremble, her back arching off the bed as she tightened her muscles around her fingers, closing her eyes as she succumbed to pleasure. Her hips rolled frantically, the sight only fueling his arousal.

"What's your safe word?" he asked her.

A look of surprise flashed across her features as she paused for a moment, unsure why he would ask such a question. "Safe word?" She leaned up on her elbows to look at him. She knew what a safe word was, but she had never been asked for one before.

He smirked, a little surprised she didn't have one established with August. "Don't worry about it. You won't need one tonight." He grabbed her left foot, slipping off the heel onto the floor before trailing kisses up her leg to her inner thigh before moving to do the same on her right leg. "Lie back."

He took a deep breath, reveling in the smell of her arousal as he reached the apex of her thigh, lightly tracing his fingers along the sensitive skin there. He was so close, so tempted to enter her, yet he wanted to prolong this, tease her a bit.

He let his hand trail up her torso to cup her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze as he planted soft kisses on her belly. His lips slid across her abdomen as he inched his way up her ribcage to the hollow of her neck. Her eyes widened when she felt his teeth nibbling on her neck as he moved further up.

"You're so fucking wet, pumpkin." He smiled at her whimper as he teased her entrance with the crown of his cock. With slow movements, he slid the tip of his cock into her opening, giving her a brief taste of what was to come.

She sighed as she moaned, relishing in his slow teasing.

"You like that?" he asked, tilting his head. "Do you want me to fuck you?" She moaned again, only nodding, and he grinned at her response. He gripped her chin firmly in his hand, forcing her eyes into his. "Answer me."

"Yes, please. Fuck me," she begged softly, gasping as he released her chin and smacked her face. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to make her pussy clench in response. She swallowed hard, her mind beginning to betray her once more before she heard his voice, anchoring her.

"Eyes on me." He pushed his way into her, relishing at the warmth of her pussy gripping him tightly and she gasped loudly. "Now, I'm not stopping." He didn't bother waiting for a response, thrusting into her harder, her tight walls sucking him deeper.

She whimpered, the pleasurable pain of her pussy being stretched by his cock fueling her desire. His pace increased, slamming into her with such force that her back arched off the bed. "Oh god!"

"Told you," Lloyd smiled smugly as she came undone around him, squeezing his cock tightly as he grunted. "I'm not done yet." He continued to slam into her, the room filled with the sounds of flesh on flesh, and her whimpered moans, slowly building to yet another orgasm as he brought a hand down between her legs. He pressed his thumb against her swollen and over-sensitive clit, rubbing it firmly as he continued to pound into her.

"Fuck! Oh my god!" she screamed, climaxing so hard she couldn't catch her breath. Her body went limp as she writhed on the bed, clinging desperately to the sheets as her entire body trembled with the intensity of her release.

Lloyd stopped suddenly, pulling his cock out as he wrapped his hand around the shaft. He quickly moved to straddle her chest, keeping her hands pinned at her sides under his legs as he forced her mouth open.

Cassidy groaned around his cock as he grabbed her hair, shoving her face on his cock as he plunged it into the back of her throat over and over. She fought the urge to gag, her throat tightening around his cock as he stilled, taking her breath away.

He smiled as she struggled under him slightly before pulling back, giving her a second to catch her breath before plunging back into her fast. His entire body tightened as he grunted, releasing his cum into the back of her throat.

He remained seated above her, pulling his cock from her mouth as he watched her swallow his load before lifting himself off her chest. "Good girl. I like you." He went into the bathroom, coming back with a warm, wet washcloth.

Normally Lloyd was not one for aftercare, just wanting sex and then leaving. But he liked Cassidy and wanted to see her more. He knew enough about her to know it was important for her. He hadn't learned much about her past yet, but from his psychology degree, he could surmise enough.

Cassidy watched Lloyd kneel on the bed beside her, grabbing her chin gently as he lifted it toward him. He stared into her eyes for a long moment, making her uncomfortable before he leaned in to kiss her. It was a different kiss than before. It was soft. A silent question asking her if she was okay from their scene.

He pushed her back gently as he took the washcloth and gently took his time to make sure she was clean, returning to the bathroom a few times. He finally pulled the blanket up and over her before getting dressed.

"You're leaving?" She leaned up on her elbows as he fastened his belt and pulled on his polo.

"I don't do sleepovers, pumpkin."

"Why do you keep calling me that?" She asked, a little annoyed, a little amused.

"Because I like your red-orange hair," he stated matter-of-factly, grabbing a box from the dresser to set on the nightstand. "For when I leave."

"Can I ask why Mr. Pink?" She smirks as he shrugs, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her as he put on his shoes.

"Pink is my favorite color." She giggled, thinking he was kidding. But he said it so seriously as he just stared back at her. "I'll be calling you again soon when I get back into town. Thanks."

She watched him hesitate as she laid back on the bed again before he stood up and left the room without another word. She grabbed the box from the nightstand, opening it to find it full of M&Ms with a small note on top.

Candy for Candy -Mr. Pink

She giggled, grabbing a few to pop into her mouth before setting the box back on the table.

Chapter 9 Candy

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Candy - Chapter 21

Word Count: 1281

Smut, pure smut...

MINORS DNI

Cassidy giggled softly, taking a step into the room and setting her purse on the dresser. She approached him where he sat with his crisp white shirt loose at the top, and placed her arms around his neck. "Hi there."

August tipped his chin up toward her, his hands trailing up the backs of her thighs to pull her closer. "Kiss me, doll," he uttered, his tone more defeated and desperate than commanding.

She obliged, cradling his face in her hands, leaning down to press her mouth to his. Their kiss deepened as August untied her wrap dress, displaying her strapless red corset-like bra and matching panties for him. She smiled as his eyes dragged slowly down her body, his hands coming up to her stomach and over her breasts to her shoulders where he slid the dress off her body. "Do you like it?"

August smiled, delicately lifting the heart pendant of the necklace he gifted her. "You put it back on finally. Leave it around your neck where it belongs."

"Or what?" She pressed teasingly as he stood up and she took a step back.

He didn't say anything, only placed his palm on her chest, forcing her to take another step back. "On your knees, Doll. Take off your bra and place your hands behind your back."

She swallowed hard, heat coursing through her as he shifted from August, into his 'Sir' role. "Yes sir," she replied excitedly, kneeling in front of him. After removing her bra and tossing it to the side, she placed her arms behind her back, her chest presenting to August as her nipples hardened.

"Good girl..." He began to undress slowly, watching her watch him, squirming slightly in her spot as he did. "I've missed you," he admitted softly as he watched her bite the corner of her lip. He brought his thumb up to her lower lip, stroking his thumb along it before dragging it down and forcing her mouth open.

She darted her tongue out teasingly over his thumb, pulling it into her mouth as she kept her eyes on his. She moaned softly, sucking on his thumb as he snapped his mouth shut, his jaw clenching tightly.

"Tut tut." He pulled his thumb away and dropped his underwear to the ground. He watched her eyes fall to his cock as he gave it a few strokes, approaching her face. He placed his hand on the top of her head as her mouth fell open, tongue out for him. "Are you ready? Keep your arms behind your back."

Before she can respond, she feels his cock on her tongue and she happily laps up the precum already dripping from the tip.

He groans softly, wrapping his hand around the back of her head to guide her as she licks and sucks his cock hungrily. "Ah, fuck...yes..."

Cassidy was completely focused on pleasing August. Every sound he made was enough to drive her wild, and when he thrust his hips forward to slam his cock into her mouth, Cassidy gasped. His pace increased, pulling away briefly and returning with an even harder force. He repeated this several times, each time grunting slightly as his cock entered her mouth, driving her deeper into ecstasy.

"Fuck, yeah, baby!"

With each thrust, she felt his cock against the roof of her mouth, tasting precum from his cock as it coated her tongue. Each thrust elicited a gasp from her throat, loud enough for August to hear her. She felt his cock swell slightly in her mouth as he muttered in coherent expletives above her. 

"Doll, you're such a good little slut..."

Suddenly, he withdrew his cock from her mouth, breathing heavily, and slammed it back into her forcefully, causing her to gag slightly.

"Aughh! Shit!" After a few more rapid thrusts, he slowed down, withdrawing from her again, leaving her panting. "On the bed, panties off, ass in the air."

Cassidy scrambled to her feet, dropping her panties to the ground quickly before slipping out of her shoes. She positioned herself in the middle of the bed, ass in the air, legs spread, head down resting on her arms.

"Good girl," he beamed, staring at her. "And such a pretty fucking sight. You really got into position quickly, didn't you? You're desperate for me, aren't you, Doll?"

"Yes, sir," she whimpered, feeling the bed dip as he climbed onto the bed behind her. She couldn't see behind her, but felt his hands grip her ass hard, spreading her open wide before she felt his tongue.

August dragged his tongue from her clit to her asshole, moaning against her as he heard her gasp. "I've been dreaming about your taste for too long. Still so fucking sweet."

He proceeded to give her pussy and asshole equal treatment, licking and sucking everywhere. "Your pussy is so wet for me. I've missed it."

His tongue found her clit and began to lick, circling around it. His other hand rested at the small of her back, pushing her down as he licked her ass. She couldn't stop herself from arching her back, moaning loudly as his talented tongue caused her entire body to shake.

"Mmmmmm...shit, you're so fucking hot. Fuck, yes!"

August continued his relentless assault on her body, licking and biting her lips, cheeks, tits, her clit and asshole. All while she writhed uncontrollably, screaming out for more of him.

Finally, she felt the end approaching. She pushed back against him desperately, wanting him to let her come, but he continued, dragging his teeth lightly across her clit. His hands gripped her ass tighter as she screamed in frustration, almost having her orgasm right then and there. "Please, sir...please let me come!"

He paused for a moment, pausing to kiss her, holding her down as he whispered, "not yet."

As if in slow motion, he positioned himself between her legs, kissing her shoulder as he worked himself into her tight pussy. She felt his cock rub against her swollen clit, sliding easily into her pussy. "Oh my god, it's been so long..."

August fucked her roughly, not giving her any mercy as he plowed into her. He placed his hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her into the bed. He took his time, pushing all the way into her before pulling out to the tip and slamming into her once more. She bucked her hips wildly, trying to get more of him inside her, but he continued with the controlled pace.

The first few minutes of his pounding was fast, but after a minute or two, he began to slow down, eventually moving at a slower pace. Her eyes were locked on his as he moved in and out of her. Finally, he removed his hand from her back, allowing her to move freely as she wished. She moved with him, rocking her hips against him, fucking him back, enjoying the fullness of him inside her.

August was lost in the lust of the moment, watching her movements, admiring how beautifully she moved with him. Her body writhed under his, gripping him tightly as she shuddered with pleasure. She grabbed handfuls of the sheets beneath her as she came. Her body stiffened, bucking against him, making him lose control as well. He pounded into her relentlessly until she came again, filling her tight pussy with his cum. They both lay gasping, sweaty bodies entwined as they tried to catch their breath.

"Mmm...fuck, Doll...that was amazing," he managed to whisper.

"Yeah," she breathed heavily. "I've missed you."

"Oh, Doll..." He rolled onto his side to face her with a smile. "I fucking missed you so much." He grabbed her face in his hand, pressing a hard, bruising kiss to her mouth as she moaned happily in return. He released her to stand up, "wait here." 

Chapter 22 - COMING SOON Candy

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Candy - Chapter 10

Word Count: 968

August and Lloyd find out about Cassidy's past she ran from.. Joe forgets Valentine's Day, but August and Lloyd don't...

MINORS DNI

"I'm going to kill him." August's declaration dripped with a potent mix of anger and disgust, his pacing a restless testament to his agitation as he and Lloyd found themselves alone in August's home office.

Lloyd mirrored August's sentiment, the intensity of his anger paralleling his friend's desire for vengeance. The thought of Cassidy's stepfather, the man responsible for her torment, sent a surge of righteous fury through his veins. If he had his way, he'd subject the man to the same agonizing suffering he had inflicted on Cassidy for an unknown length of time. Though he wasn't as openly emotional as August, his desire for retribution was equally fervent. "I've compiled this information from rumors and breached her therapist's files." Lloyd placed a file on August's desk, shifting his attention as August turned to face him. "What's our next move?"

August's frustration was palpable as he sank into his desk chair, his fingers reaching for the file and flipping it open before him. "I already told you—I want to kill him."

Lloyd let out a weary sigh, well-acquainted with August's visceral reaction. He watched as his friend immersed himself in the details presented before him. "Or, we could consider an alternative," Lloyd ventured, his tone suggesting a more measured approach. "We could let Cassidy do it in a controlled environment."

August's laughter cut through the tension, his head shaking as he regarded his audacious friend. "I highly doubt Cassidy would be up for that."

Lloyd's knowing smile acknowledged the complexity of the situation, aware that a direct approach might not be the solution they sought. "I think she would surprise you..."

"We are not involving her in this." August's response brooked no further discussion, his tone unyielding as he dismissed the idea of involving Cassidy in their plans. Lloyd recognized that it was best not to push the matter any further.

"Very well," Lloyd relented, his sigh underscoring his understanding. He settled back in his chair, his gaze focused on August. "What would you like me to do?"

Silence settled between them, August engrossed in the therapist's notes about Cassidy, his discomfort evident in his expression as he absorbed the troubling information before him. The situation was intricate, fraught with emotion and history, requiring a level of consideration that extended beyond immediate retaliation. "Just get him here, and we will deal with the rest later."

Cassidy's hopeful gaze fixated on Joe as she entered the kitchen, her anticipation evident as she moved to get herself a cup of coffee, only to find him wrapping up his own. "So, what's the plan for tonight?" The question lingered in the air, loaded with the expectation of Valentine's Day, a day she had reserved for Joe with the hope that their relationship would warrant some effort.

"Tonight?" Joe's response was almost dismissive, his attention not even leaving his phone as he casually shrugged. "I have plans with some friends."

Cassidy's eyebrows shot up in incredulity, arms crossing defensively over her chest. She locked eyes with him, his detachment becoming increasingly clear over the past month. He had been canceling on their dates, citing these 'friends' as the reason.

"Friends?!" Her scoff was loaded with frustration, her voice and posture reflecting her dissatisfaction, while he continued to scroll on his phone.

"Yeah," he replied with another careless shrug, finally dragging his gaze from his phone to look at her. Sensing her discontent, he stepped closer, attempting to bridge the gap. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Cassidy spat back, waving his concern away as she turned her focus to the counter, grabbing her coffee.

"It doesn't sound like nothing," he murmured, moving to her side, but her frustration only seemed to escalate.

"Shouldn't have to spell it out for you," Joe's eyes rolled as he turned to leave, the door slamming shut behind him. "Jerk!" Cassidy muttered under her breath, setting her coffee aside before retreating to her bedroom to get ready. But then there was a knock on her apartment door.

Thinking Joe might have returned, Cassidy's lips curled into a smile as she swung the door open, only to find a delivery person holding a stunning bouquet of red roses. Blushing, she accepted the bouquet, the delivery person playfully noting, "Happy Valentine's Day, miss. Someone really wants you to know how they feel about you."

Cassidy thanked the delivery person and closed the door, placing the roses on the counter. She retrieved the attached card and read the note to find out they were from August.

Happy Valentine's Day I miss you, Doll -AW

She inhaled the scent of the roses and mused aloud, "At least someone cares." As she returned to her room, her phone chimed with a notification - messages from her clients who had remembered Valentine's Day, unlike her own boyfriend. Sighing, she unlocked her phone to find a message from Mr. Pink.

Mr. Pink: Happy Valentine's Day Pumpkin I need a date to a party this weekend I need an address to send you a dress And I want you for the entire night

His message was direct and demanding. As she considered declining, he forwarded a payment that was significantly higher than her usual fee for an entire night's arrangement. The allure of the offer and the thought of dropping her other clients in favor of him made her contemplate. She initiated a message, typing her reluctance.

Candy: I thought you didn't do sleepovers

Mr. Pink: You are the exception

She smiled, biting her lip as heat surged through her at the thought of his plans for after the party.

Candy: As you wish You can leave me a package with my doorman and he will see that I get it

Mr. Pink: That'll do See you Soon

As she tossed her phone onto the bed, a mixture of emotions swirled within her - the disappointment in Joe's indifference, the gratitude for August's gesture, and the anticipation of what awaited with Mr. Pink.

Chapter 11 - COMING SOON Candy

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Candy - Chapter 7

Word Count: 1459

Cassidy returns to her apartment, hot and bothered from her interaction with August. She receives a call from a new client...

MINORS DNI

With a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the day, Cassidy forcefully closed the door to her apartment, the sound echoing her frustration. She slipped off her shoes and placed them neatly beside the entrance, while her coat found its place on the hook. Navigating to the refrigerator, she carefully stowed away a leftover takeout box before her attention was snagged by a carton of milk out of place. Correcting its position with the label facing out, she shut the fridge door and shook off the distraction, sinking onto the couch. As the television flickered to life, her thoughts drifted back to her recent encounter with August.

His observation about her missing his touch lingered in her mind, a truth she couldn't deny. Among all her clients, he had held a special place. The rest were typically self-absorbed, their desires paramount. And that was understandable, for she was compensated precisely for that. Yet, August had been different. His taking was balanced with giving, ensuring her satisfaction as much as his own.

Every single nerve ending in her body tingled at the memory of being with him. After not having control for so long, she always strode for control in her life now. But with August, she was different. She was okay with him leading her, taking control over her. She liked letting him dominate her in every sense of the word. It gave her the control she craved. 

Part of her hated how much her body craved his, but the other part, the bigger part, knew it was necessary. That their connection was necessary for her. She needed the release she got with him. Not just sexually, but mentally too. Letting go in a way she couldn't in her normal life. But with him, she felt special, desired, safe even.

She closed her eyes, resting her head back on the couch as she slipped her hand into her pants. With trembling fingers, she fingered her swollen clit, eliciting a low moan from her throat. But the sensual sensations soon subsided when guilt crept into her mind. Here she was, thinking about August's touch and not the touch of her boyfriend.

She whimpered, ignoring the guilt, the wanting too much for her to care. Her hand rubbed her breasts through her blouse, her nipples tight with arousal. She stood up, undressing, leaving her clothes in a pile on the floor before taking her spot on the couch once more.

She propped her feet up on the coffee table, legs spread wide apart as she cupped her breasts. She moaned again as she stroked herself with her free hand, picturing August as she moved faster, fingers tugging on her nipple, stroking her folds, making her gasp...

The contractor watched Cassidy pleasuring herself on her couch as he pulled his aching cock from his pants. He pulled the pair of panties he had swiped and wrapped them around his cock as he stroked it.

His eyes devoured her petite form as she brought herself pleasure, enjoying the view. He groaned, his jaw tight as he watched her shove two fingers into her pussy and he stroked his shaft faster, desperate to bring himself off. He longed to touch her, to make her moan for him. And only him...

His balls tightened just as he heard her moan out August's name, her body trembling violently. With a shuddering cry, she came, collapsing on the couch as she kept her eyes closed.

"So fucking beautiful," he whispered, shooting his cum all over the panties wrapped around his cock. The smell of his cum mixed with the musky scent of Cassidy's panties enveloped him as he gazed at her on his screen. "Fuck," he muttered to himself, slamming the computer shut before picking up his phone...

Emerging from her post-orgasm fog, Cassidy's attention snapped to her work phone, its ring punctuating the air from where it lay on the floor. "Damn it." She muttered, shifting to a sitting position and rummaging through scattered clothes until her fingers finally located the device within her jeans. "Hello?" She answered, her tone a mix of curiosity and professionalism.

The voice on the other end cut to the chase, "Hello. I'm calling to inquire about your escort services..."

A moment of hesitation danced within her. It had been a while since she ventured into the realm of new clients. But with August's vacancy now in her schedule, she contemplated the proposition. "Alright," she acquiesced, her mind already in motion. She started pacing the living room, a habit that often accompanied her deep thinking. "I've got an opening tomorrow night."

"Perfect. Shall I forward you the details?"

"You'll need to cover the hotel room expense," she responded matter-of-factly, her mental gears churning. "Just message me the hotel's name, and make sure a key is left for 'Candy' at the front desk." A momentary pause lingered before she inquired, "And what should I address you as?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line, a brief interlude before a somewhat hesitant response emerged. "Mr. Pink."

Unable to suppress a soft giggle at the unexpected moniker, she teased, "Is that what you want me to call you during sex?"

A hint of amusement tinged his voice, "No, during sex, 'God' will suffice. Because I intend to have you screaming it all night."

Cassidy's eyes rolled at the predictably clichéd line. "Sure thing," she retorted, her tone a mixture of amusement and resignation. "See you tomorrow." The conversation ended with her hanging up abruptly, though an undercurrent of unease simmered beneath her surface, triggered by the brevity and tone of their exchange.

August's gaze lifted from his desk, where he was engrossed in a phone call, as the door to his office quietly swung open. A nod of acknowledgment was exchanged between him and his friend, who entered and settled into the chair across from August. The sound of his friend's loud sucking on a sucker filled the air, an intentionally irritating display that couldn't hide the amusement in his expression.

Their friendship had roots that stretched back to their time at Harvard, an unbreakable bond once shared with their friends Denny and Nick. While Denny and Nick had embraced careers in government service, August and his friend had taken a different path, a path less conventional.

August swatted his friend's hand away as it reached for a photo on his desk, a photo of his son. "Cut it out," he admonished in a hushed tone, disconnecting his phone call with a frustrated thud on the receiver. His friend merely laughed, an unrepentant grin on his face. "So, what have you got for me?"

"Well," his friend drawled, the sucker smacking against his lips as he pulled it from his mouth, an air of mischief about him. Leaning back, he crossed one leg over the other, settling into his chair. "Her real name isn't Cassidy. It's Catherine Faris."

August's interest was piqued, and he leaned back in his own seat, mirroring his friend's relaxed posture. "Go on."

"What exactly are you doing while I look up stuff about this girl? What does Sara think about this?"

August only rolls his eyes at his friend. "While you're looking up Cassidy, I'm dealing with her boyfriend."

Lloyd laughs, nodding as he recalled the boys name. "Right... Joe Allen, right?" He smirked at August's matter of fact response as he continued. "She's very hot. Petite, tight..." he teased, earning a tense reaction from August, whose jaw clenched in response. Though August might be physically bulkier, his friend's extensive experience made him a formidable opponent if a confrontation ever arose. But this was their dynamic – a mix of friendship and playfulness that only old friends could share. "And it appears she deals with some anxiety issues. Probably a touch of obsessive-compulsive disorder too. From the antidepressants, my money's on a hint of PTSD as well."

August absorbed this new information, considering its implications. He motioned for his friend to continue, his curiosity evident. "Keep it coming."

"Her birthday's on March 2, 2001."

"Fuck," August muttered. "Not quite 22."

"Indeed," his friend concurred. "Far too young for you." Ignoring August's scowl, he pushed forward. "She hails from Baltimore. I might have tracked down her mother. I'm planning a visit tomorrow to see what else I can uncover."

"Why not tonight?"

His friend stood up, a cocky grin on his lips as he set the sucker down on the edge of August's desk. He was clearly relishing in the irritation he was causing. August's patience wore thin as he sprung to his feet. "I've got a date tonight, Walker. Don't worry, I'll keep you in the loop with whatever I find out."

"Goddamnit, Lloyd!" August snatched up the sucker, tossing it into the trash with a hint of annoyance. As his friend's laughter echoed down the hallway, August muttered under his breath, "Bastard."

Chapter 8 Candy

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Candy - Chapter 12

Word Count: 1117

Cassidy is stuck between August and Lloyd amongst their Harvard friends...

MINORS DNI

Cassidy couldn't hide her discomfort as she glanced back and forth between August and Lloyd, feeling increasingly trapped in the middle of their unspoken tension. "You two know each other?"

Lloyd chuckled, initially feigning ignorance, which only added to Cassidy's unease. "Wait, you two know each other?"

August didn't mince words, his irritation clear as he hissed, "cut the fucking shit, Lloyd."

Cassidy groaned, her head in her hands, feeling like an unwilling participant in a conflict she didn't understand. "Now I know how you came to find me," Cassidy remarked, raising her hands defensively as August attempted to approach her. "I don't want to be in the middle of whatever is going on here..."

"Doll--" August started, but before he could continue, they were interrupted by new arrivals.

A man and woman approached them, and Lloyd immediately wrapped his arm around Cassidy's waist, pulling her closer, and introduced her to the newcomers. "This is Cassidy. Cassidy, this is Suzanne Brewer, and Nick Fowler."

Despite the warm introduction, Cassidy couldn't shake the feeling that she was under scrutiny. Nevertheless, she maintained her friendly smile and politely greeted them with a simple, "Hi."

Nick, a friendly and charismatic presence, extended his hand towards Cassidy with a warm smile, his pale blue eyes piercing her and causing her cheeks to flush slightly as she met his gaze. "Nice to meet you, Cassidy..."

While the introductions unfolded, Lloyd's possessive grip around Cassidy tightened, and he shifted the conversation. "Where is Denny?"

Suzanne, with a hint of indifference, offered a nonchalant reply, "Who knows. Probably couldn't tear himself away from work."

Nick joined in the exchange, playfully revealing his own approach to life. "Personally, I'm more of a work hard, play even harder sort of guy..."

Cassidy found Nick's comment amusing, and a genuine giggle escaped her lips, though it incurred Lloyd's playful admonishment. "Don't laugh at him. He doesn't need his ego stroked any more than it already has."

Cassidy couldn't resist teasing in return, her eyes locking onto Lloyd's. "And you do?!"

Lloyd replied with a smirk, "I need something stroked. That's for sure."

Cassidy playfully rolled her eyes at the exchange, but her attention was momentarily diverted by Suzanne's scrutinizing gaze and Nick's more curious, even lustful, look. Suzanne couldn't resist taking a jab at Lloyd, "they just get younger and younger, don't they, Lloyd? Can't find any women to put up with you?"

Never one to back down from a challenge, Lloyd responded in kind. "Bite my ass, Suzanne..."

Cassidy found herself rolling her eyes once more at their playful banter, while Nick simply laughed along. However, August's simmering anger was palpable beside her. In an attempt to defuse the tension, Cassidy spoke up. "I assure you, I am very much a woman and have no trouble dealing with Lloyd. It's one thing to tease your friend, but trying to insult someone you don't even know only shows how uncreative you are."

Suzanne, clearly unimpressed, chose not to pursue the matter further. Cassidy seized the opportunity to request a drink from Lloyd, using a commanding tone. "Get me a drink, Lloyd."

He chuckled, glancing around at the amused smirks he was receiving from his old friends. He finally conceded under her glare, smiling in response. "What would you like?"

"Anything but vodka," she requested with a nod of her head and he placed a small kiss to her cheek. "Excuse us." She nodded at Suzanne and Nick and grabbed August's arm, pulling him off to a corner alone. "What is going on here? Did you send him to me? Passing me around your friends?"

"What?! No! Of course not." August shook his head adamantly as he grabbed her hand discreetly. "It's taking everything in me not to lay Lloyd out on the ground knowing that he touched you."

She leaned in toward him, so close he could feel her breath on his neck. "He touched me so good too. I've never come harder," she teased as he growled, his jaw clenching so tightly she was sure he would break a tooth as the fire grew in his eyes. She giggled softly, accepting a drink from Lloyd as he rejoined them. "So where is the missus?"

"She took Simon with her to visit her parents for the weekend."

"And why didn't you go?" Lloyd presses, nudging his shoulder as August scowled at him.

August raised an eyebrow as he turned his attention back to Lloyd. "Because I hate my in-laws," he replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Now, what are you doing with Cassidy?"

Lloyd, the ever-nonchalant charmer, simply shrugged, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "What do you do with Cassidy?"

Cassidy sighed, taking a step away from them, sipping her drink as August advanced toward Lloyd. "I'm going to rip that stupid-ass mustache off your smug fucking face."

Lloyd couldn't resist a teasing retort, raising his hand to point at August's own mustache with a laugh. "Seriously?"

"What?" August swatted Lloyd's hand away, and Cassidy shook her head in exasperation. "It looks good on me."

Both men turned to Cassidy, silently appealing for her to choose sides. She couldn't help but laugh. "You're both ridiculous. I'm going home." Downing the remaining liquid in her glass, she handed the empty tumbler to August, then turned to leave.

However, Lloyd wasn't willing to let her slip away that easily. He grabbed her arm, halting her retreat, a frown replacing his amused smirk. "You're not leaving. I paid for you for the entire night."

Cassidy was having none of it. She pulled her arm away from Lloyd, crossing her arms defiantly. "Well, I changed my mind. But I'm keeping the money and the dress for having to put up with this whole immature and annoying display."

"Come on, pumpkin spice... You know you will have a good time." Lloyd attempted to sweet-talk her, bringing his hand up to her cheek, which only irked August further. August scoffed and rolled his eyes as he set down her empty glass.

Cassidy chuckled, leaning into Lloyd's touch to intentionally provoke August, her arms now hanging loosely at her sides. "I did enjoy myself with you."

August couldn't hide his disgust. "Are you kidding me? You can't seriously be thinking about going with him."

"Why not?" Cassidy shot an angry glare at August as he clenched his jaw in frustration. "You don't own me, August Walker, as much as you'd like to think you do."

"Yes, I do," August growled, grabbing her arm and pulling her closer.

"Fuck you, Auggie," Cassidy spat, wrenching her arm free from his grip and taking Lloyd's hand. "Take me upstairs, Lloyd."

Lloyd chuckled, tossing a sly wink to August before leading Cassidy away from him, leaving August standing there in a storm of frustration and unresolved tension.

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Candy - Chapter 4

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Cassidy is cornered by August at the party with her boyfriend Joe., and meets an unexpected guest.

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Cassidy smoothed her hands down the thin fabric of her sage-colored silk dress as Joe helped her out of the car. She accepts his hand, linking her fingers through his as he led her into the house. A man in a black suit took their coats and her clutch and Joe grabbed her hand once more as he led her into the lounge, talking to some of his coworkers.

August stepped into the room, his eyes immediately falling on Cassidy in a form-fitting silk dress. It hugged her curves perfectly with a slit up the left side and a plunging neckline. He tensed, gritting his teeth, knowing that she was intentionally trying to provoke him.

Cassidy felt August's eyes on her before he came into her line of view. He sauntered in cockily, the way he entered every room he walked into. She kept her chin lifted as he approached and Joe turned them toward him.

"Mr. Walker, thank you so much for inviting us."

"Of course," August asserts, not taking his eyes off Cassidy but a brief moment to shake Joe's hand. "And I told you; call me August."

"Yes, of course," Joe mumbled, embarrassed as his face turned red.

"There is champagne in the kitchen. Why don't you go and get your date here something to drink." He suggested in a way that told Joe is was a command. He kept his eyes on Cassidy as Joe disappeared. "You look... sensational, Candy."

"It's Cassidy," she spits, glancing around to make sure no one heard him. Her eyes landed on his once more as she cocked her head to the side. "Do you like my dress?" She teased him, placing her hands behind her back, puffing out her chest as his eyes fell to her breasts, his jaw ticking as he did.

"Oh doll. Don't play with me," he threatened, his eyes dark when they finally fell back onto her eyes.

"Or what?" She whispered, clenching her thighs together as Joe appeared, handing her a flute of champagne. She wore the dress to provoke him, but otherwise, she hadn't planned on provoking him further. But as she stood in front of him, seeing how wound up he was, she couldn't help but tease. And a part of her, a large part, wanted him to whisk her away to carry out his silent threat. "Thank you, babe." She turned to smile at Joe, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. When she pulled back, she caught sight of August again, glaring daggers at her.

"Of course." Joe rested his hand on her lower back as she sipped her drink and he turned his attention to August. "I ju--"

"There plenty of food." August interrupted, causing Joe to tense and stop talking. "Make sure you eat something. Excuse me." August turned abruptly on his heels, crossing the room to where his wife, Sara was chatting with another couple.

"Well, that was rude." Cassidy pointed out, knowing fully well it was her that had bothered August. She smirked, finishing her champagne as she turned back to Joe beside her.

"He is a bit gruff." He sighs, shaking it off as he grabs her empty glass to hand to a passing waiter. "Are you hungry?"

"A little, yeah."

Joe nodded and made his way over to a table laden with snacks and cold appetizers. The music from the DJ started up and the room began to fill with chatter as people danced and drank.

They managed to avoid August for a while, dancing and eating and chatting with some of Joe's other coworkers. Around 11, she has to use the bathroom, excusing herself from Joe's side to stand in the long line outside the downstairs bathroom.

"There's a bathroom upstairs you can use. Last door on the left," Sara offers to Cassidy quietly as she leaned in behind her.

Cassidy turned to her with a smile. "Oh my gosh, thanks. I've had a bit too much champagne."

Sara chuckles, nodding as she motions toward the stairs. "Just be quiet so you don't wake up my son."

"Of course," Cassidy promises, ascending the stairs. She found the bathroom, using it quietly, and washed her hands. When she leaves the bathroom, she comes face to face with a small boy that couldn't have been more than five or six. "I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

The little boy with dark brown curls and big blue eyes shakes his head silently as he clutched onto the stuffed giraffe in his arms.

"Do you need to go potty?" She asks, taking a cautious step toward him, kneeling on the ground in front of him.

"No," he responds timidly. "I'm Simon."

She chuckles at his introduction, smiling back at him. "I'm Cassidy. Do y--"

"Simon," August's voice comes from behind Simon as he runs to his father.

Cassidy smiles, accepting August's hand to help her to her feet with one hand as he scooped his son up with his other arm. "Goodnight, Simon."

"Wait," his small voice stopped her as she sighed, turning back to them. "Will you read to me, Cassidy?"

She glanced at August as he sighed. "I don't know if that's a good idea..."

"He asked you to read to him. You're going to say no to a little boy?" August teased softly as Cassidy's mouth fell open at the blatant manipulation, glancing at Simon to see him frown.

She chuckled, shaking her head. "Alright then." She grabbed Simon's hand as August set him back on his feet. He led her back to his room across from the bathroom and crawled back into his bed. He grabbed a book off his nightstand and handed it to her as she took a seat beside him on the bed.

August hovered in the doorway, watching as Cassidy read Simon his favorite book; I Need My Monster. He smiled as they laughed together before she closed the book. She ruffled his hair before she stood up, her gaze catching on August's as he moved to let her out of the room. He pressed a kiss to Simon's head and closed the door gently. Without a word, he grabbed Cassidy's hand and pulled her into his office.

"August," she warned as he pushed her up against the wall beside the door. He sealed his mouth over hers, taking her warning from her mouth as her hands went instinctually around his neck.

His hands roamed her body slowly as his mouth continued to claim hers. She moaned against his lips, wrapping her legs around his waist as his tongue slipped between her lips. Her hips thrust upward to meet his every touch as she melted against the wall beneath his touch. He groans loudly against her mouth, pressing her harder against the wall as his hand slipped underneath her dress to her panties that were soaked through.

She gasped, tightening her grip on his shoulders as he dragged her panties off, tossing them to the floor as he pressed himself hard against her. She panted heavily against his lips as his fingers slid inside of her.

His thumb rubbed her clit slowly, sending her soaring higher and higher until she could take no more.

"Stop," she muttered as he continued, ignoring her small pleas and attempts at pushing him away. She whined as she felt the orgasm build deep within her core. "Please," she begged weakly, feeling her climax beginning to subside, her body still contracting from the powerful release that overtook her. She moaned softly against his lips as he kissed her deeply. She breathed heavily, her hands flat on his chest, pushing him away.

This time he let her as he removed his hands from her, bringing his fingers up to his lips, savoring the taste of her. "God, I miss the way your pussy tastes..."

"You can't be doing that! Stay away from me, August!" She demands as he chuckles, snatching her panties before she can and shoves them into his top desk drawer.

"Mine," he growls as she glares daggers at him. "I need you," he admits as she turns to leave, causing her to pause at the door, hanging her head down. "I know you need me too. We're drawn together. You can't deny it. You can't deny me."

She whimpers, feeling his breath on her neck as he leaned to press a kiss to the base of her neck. "I can. And I will." She pulls the door open, leaving the room quickly as she tried to compose herself before joining an obviously drunk Joe that barely noticed her missing.

Throughout the night, August kept a watchful eye on Cassidy as she intentionally avoided direct interaction. She appeared to be hanging onto Joe's arm, putting on a facade of laughter and feigned interest in conversations. However, he could sense her true feelings of boredom seeping through. A fleeting thought crossed his mind, picturing Cassidy in his office, licking champagne off her naked flesh. Shaking off the provocative image, he cleared his throat and refocused on his wife, Sara, just as the countdown for the new year began.

Putting on a facade of their own, August smiled at Sara, fully aware that their own relationship was as much of a performance as Cassidy's act. He leaned in and kissed Sara, but his gaze was irresistibly drawn back to Cassidy, who was sharing a New Year's kiss with Joe across the room. Their eyes locked for a moment, and an intense desire surged within him. He clenched his fists, yearning for Cassidy's first kiss of the year to be with him. In that moment, he realized he wanted more than just a momentary encounter with her; he wanted Cassidy to be his, completely and unequivocally.

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Candy - Chapter 3

Word count: 1191

Cassidy is at home with Joe when he receives a call from his boss inviting them to another party... August just can't let her go...

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Joe moans, distracted from the game he was trying to play as Cassidy wrapped her mouth around his cock between his legs. "Oh god." He rests his hand on the top of her head, glancing down to find her brown eyes on his. "Cass..."

She giggles around his cock, resting her hands on his thighs as she allowed him to guide her on him before his phone rang beside him.

He groaned, looking to see August's name on the screen as he tried to push her away. She didn't budge, grabbing his cock with her hand as she continued her work. "It's my boss!" He hisses as she only shrugs.

"Answer it," she demands, pulling his cock back into her mouth, eliciting a grunt from above her.

"Hello?" He answers gruffly, trying to control his breath.

"Joseph, how are you?"

He tensed slightly at the sound of August's stern voice on the other line. Even through the phone, August Walker was someone that commanded attention. "Sir... I'm good." He manages to stumble out as Cassidy deep throated his cock, causing him to hit the back of her throat.

Cassidy rolled her eyes at Joe calling the August 'sir' as Joe bit his lip, trying his best to keep quiet on the phone.

"Listen, the Mrs. and I are having a small New Year's Eve party at the house and we wanted to invite you. And bring your pretty girlfriend too," August insists. "What was her name? Carly?"

"Cassidy... sir," he offers, gripping her hand in his hand as he now began to push her down on him and she moaned softly around his cock.

"Cassidy, right. I'll send you an email with the details. See you next week."

Joe knew that it wasn't a question or an invitation, not really. It was a summoning. "Yes sir. Thank you!"

"Please, call me August."

"Ye—" Joe hears the line click, scoffing slightly as he tosses it onto the couch beside him. "Fuck, Cass..."

She hears him grunt, feeling his cock tighten without warning as he came in her mouth, pushing her down on him as she swallowed. She pinched his thigh when he released her.

"Ow! What the fuck was that for?"

"You're supposed to tell a girl when you're about to come!"

"Sorry," he chuckled, watching her stand up, grabbing his water from the table to take a large gulp, before plopping beside him on the couch.

"So... who was that?" She asks, already knowing the answer. She grabbed the book she had been reading earlier in the day and propped herself on the edge of the couch, facing him as he pulled his shorts back on.

"August Walker," Joe answers gleefully. "He invited us to his house for a New Year's Eve party this weekend. Can you believe it?!"

"Us?" She shakes her head, looking back down at her book, a little annoyed at his excitement. "No thanks."

"No thanks?" He repeats, placing his hand on her book to push it down, forcing her to look up at him. "What the fuck do you mean, no thanks? He said you were invited to. Sort of insisted I bring you. You're coming."

"No, I'm not. I do not want to go." She slams the book on the coffee table as he scoffs.

"You have to! I just started working there and I've been invited to the boss's house! There are guys that have been there for years that have never been invited. This is a big deal. It will be an even bigger fucking deal if I don't do as he asks and bring you."

Cassidy scowled, knowing she was the only reason he was invited in the first place. "I don't want to go. I do not like him."

Joe rolls his eyes at her childishness. "We always have to deal with people we don't like. It's a part of life. Please, Cass! This affects my career and how August sees me..."

His voice softens toward the end as he lowers his brows, doing his best to look dejected as she groans. "Ugh! Fine!"

Joe grins, pulling her to him to lay kisses along her cheek, down her neck and back up as she giggled. "Thank you. It means so much, really. Especially after you said you didn't think we were ready to meet each other's families for Christmas."

She groans softly with a sigh, resting her hand on his cheek. "I'm sorry. I'm just not ready. And I don't really think a big family holiday is the right time to introduce your significant other. It can be overwhelming..."

"I know." He nods with a small smile. "It's fine. Really? When you're ready, I'll introduce you to my parents."

"Sounds good. Can I go back to reading my book now like I was before you interrupted me?"

"I interrupted you?!" He laughs, squeezing her sides as she squealed, giggling. "I was sitting here quietly playing my game."

"You're so cute when you concentrate," she teases as he laughs, shaking his head.

He places a kiss on her nose before releasing her to allow her to prop herself back up in her spot beside him. She rested her legs in his lap as she returned to reading and he returned to his game. She took a glance back at him as he played, wondering how she would manage to date him while also trying to avoid August. She wasn't even really sure yet that she wanted to avoid August. Sure he was just a client and it didn't mean anything, but that didn't mean that she didn't enjoy her time with him.

August dialed another number after hanging up on Joe. He paced his office as he waited for the line to pick up. Finally, he heard the click. "Hey."

"Walker? What's up?"

"I might have a job for you."

"Who do I get to kill?" The man asks brazenly asks from the other line, making August scoff and roll his eyes.

"No one..." he stops pacing, glancing out the window with a small shrug, "well, I haven't decided yet. But you owe me."

"Yeah yeah. Whatever you need Walker."

"Good, I'll be in touch." August hangs up the phone, sliding it into his pocket just as he hears his office door open behind him and his five-year-old son comes charging into the room. He turns around with a smile, scooping him into his arms.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Walker... he got away from me."

August smiles at the nanny, obviously tired from chasing his son all day. "No worries, I'm done for today. Where is his mother?"

"I... I do not know, sir." She keeps her eyes drawn down, away from him. She knew he was easier to deal with when he was around his son, but she did not want to be the one to incur his wrath because of Sara.

"Right," August sighs, patting her shoulder gently. "Go home. I will get him to bed." He dismisses her with his hand as she quickly scurries away and he focuses on his son, setting him on his feet. "Go pick out a book, I'll be right there." He chuckles to himself as his son happily runs up the stairs toward his room as he follows him. 

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Candy - Chapter 2

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Word Count: 2111

Cassidy's boyfriend Joe takes her as his date to his company Christmas party where she meets his boss...

"That's a pretty necklace," Joe, Cassidy's boyfriend points out as he helps her out of the car. His jaw ticked, knowing it had to be from a client of hers. It was far too expensive a gift for her to buy for herself.

"Thank you," she preened, a grin on her face as she ignored his scowl. She knew that he was becoming increasingly jealous of her job. But she had been upfront with him from the beginning about what she did and why she did it, giving him an out if he so chose. She knew it was something they would have to address soon if they decided to continue dating. But for now, she was happy to be the pretty accessory on his arm for his company Christmas party.

"Just don't embarrass me," he spits as he hears her scoff, pinching his arm as he grunted. "Sorry," he bemoans softly, stopping in front of the door to turn and face her. "I'm just nervous. Forgive me?"

She smiles, lifting her chin up to him as he grinned, holding her chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Kiss me."

Joe leans forward to press a soft kiss to her lips as she ran her hand up into his blond hair, intensifying the kiss. He moaned softly before pulling away with a smirk. "That is not behaving." He chuckled as she giggled and his eyes fell once more to the necklace around her neck. It taunted him, the sound of another man laying claim to his woman.

Cassidy sighs, placing her hand over the necklace and linking her other arm back through his. "Let's go." She follows him into the large ballroom that was filled with music and cheerful conversation. Decorations of gold and red adorned the ceiling and the walls and tables of food were set along the side. "Wow."

"Right?" Joe grins in agreement as he looked around the large room, occasionally greeted by a coworker. He just started at the security firm at the beginning of the year, so this was his first Christmas party. He had been warned that his boss liked to go all out, but this was even more extravagant than he expected.

"Dance with me?" She practically begs as he laughs, nodding as he led her to where other people were already dancing. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he placed his on her lower back, pulling her body against his. "Thanks for bringing me."

"Of course." He smiled down at her, her big golden-brown eyes staring back up at him. It had been a little more than 6 months since he asked her out in a small coffee shop and she said yes. She had been sitting in the back, her face in her laptop, auburn hair hanging in her face.

When he found out about her job she had to pay for school, at first he was fine with it. He was all for women doing whatever they liked with their own bodies. But as their time together went on, he became increasingly jealous of the time she spent with other men. Were they better than him? More well-endowed? Did she have more fun with them?

Cassidy sees the wheels turning in Joe's head as his eyes fall to her heart necklace once more. She sighs, rolling her eyes. "It's just a gift. You have no trouble when a client gives me electronics or certificates to expensive restaurants. Or lingerie. They are meaningless as my relationship with them."

He frowns, grabbing the pendant in his hand. "This doesn't really seem meaningless. That meaningless gift is worth well over ten k."

She scoffs, knocking his hand away from her. "You said you were okay with what I do. That it is my choice..."

"I was! I... am..."

August turns away from his wife, Sara, and looks out over the guests that were dancing and laughing. He brings his drink up to his lips as his eyes fall on auburn hair. He pauses, freezing in his spot as the auburn hair moves, uncovering a mole on the shoulder surrounded by creamy white skin. White skin he knew every inch of by now. He set his drink down on the table beside him and moved like a moth to a flame toward his Candy where she danced with one of his employees.

Joe tenses, looking up past Cassidy as he saw his boss coming toward them. "We'll talk about it later. Please," he pleads softly as Cassidy rolls her eyes, turning around to come face to face with her Sir.

"Joseph," August starts, his eyes fixed firmly on Cassidy's, "who is this exquisite being?"

Joe chuckles nervously as he wraps his arm around Cassidy's waist. "This is my girlfriend, Cassidy Turner."

"Cassidy," August repeats as she offers up her hand and his eyes fall to the necklace hanging delicately around her throat where he placed just a few hours prior.

"Cass, this is my boss, August Walker."

"Nice to meet you, August," she offers as he presses a kiss to the back of her hand. They stand locked in an intense, but silent exchange as she watches his possessiveness kick in. It was something she knew well. He offered her the same look whenever she mentioned another man around him. The audacity she must have held to claim other men existed when he was around was too much for him.

"Pleasure is all mine, I'm sure of it." He pulls back, standing up straight as he notices Joe pull her tighter against his side. His left hand tenses, balling into a fist before hanging loosely at his side as he feels his wife take it in hers. "This is my wife, Sara."

"Mrs. Walker, so great to meet you," Cassidy preens, smiling widely at Sara as she smiles back. The woman was attractive for a woman in her early 40s. But she felt slightly uncomfortable as Sara examined her.

"You are a pretty girl," Sara blurts as August huffs, wrapping his arm around her waist.

"She's a little drunk. Nice to meet you," he spits, pulling Sara away from them.

"What was that?"

Cassidy drags her eyes away from August's back to look back at Joe with a smile. "What?"

"I don't know. He looked at you like he was going to snap my neck."

Cassidy laughs, resting her hand on the lapel of his jacket. "Don't be silly. Men check me out. It isn't the first time. Don't let it get to you. I've seen plenty of women checking you out and I don't say anything."

"Well, there's no chance I'm sleeping with any of them though, is there?"

She scoffs, stepping away from him, crossing her arms over her chest. "Excuse me?"

"Be honest with me. Have we ever run into one of your clients when we've been out?"

"What?!" She glances around uncomfortably as she feels her face flush, shaking her head. "I can't believe we are talking about this now!"

"Answer me!" His voice raises slightly as he takes a step toward her, grabbing her arm, ignoring the looks they were beginning to attract.

"No!" She rips her arm away from him and stalks off to the bathroom in a huff. She stands at the sink in front of the mirror trying to calm the anger pooling in her belly. It wasn't a complete lie. Though she had run into a client or two out in public, they always pretended to not acknowledge each other. This was the first time she ran into one with Joe and the first time she talked to one outside the bedroom. Now she knew his name and he knew hers. This complicated everything. She kept things the way she did for a reason. Now she would have to stop seeing August. But could she do that?

She groans, shaking her head as she decides to leave to get a drink. As she exits the bathroom, she feels August grab her arm, pulling her into an empty and dark office in the hallway. "What are you doing here?" He growls out, pinning her body between his and the wall beside the door. His hands are already on her waist, traveling down her thighs, pulling up the skirt of her dress.

"We can't... I can't..." she barely whimpers out as she feels his lips and beard on her neck. "Oh god," she moans.

"You can't come in here and tempt me and not expect me to take you." He undoes his slacks, pulling out his cock as her hand finds his hair. "Candy?" He teases as she groans, attempting to push him away. He doesn't relent, lifting her by her thighs, pushing her panties to the side to thrust into her as she gasped.

"This isn't..." she groans, resting her head back against the wall. "August..."

"Tut tut," he growls, nipping at her neck. He drags his tongue along her neck to her lobe. "You're wearing my necklace. My own personal branding... claiming you."

"You don't own me..." she mumbles as he chuckles, pulling his mouth away to look at her. She swallows hard at his intense gaze, his brows furrowed down as his jaw tensed. "You don't," she doubles down with a smirk just before he thrusts into her harder. "You know why I go by Candy?"

"Because your pussy tastes so sweet?" He teases, though completely serious. Her pussy was like the nectar of the gods to him and knew without a doubt there would be other men that agreed with him.

"No," she giggles, her mouth falling open into a whimper as she tried to focus. "Because boys love their candy. And I can be sweet or sour depending on their preference."

"I like sour and sweet," he confers, sealing his mouth over hers as she moaned against his mouth. "You're mine," he growls, grabbing her hand with one hand, and pinning them on the wall above her.

"You wish," she spits, enjoying his possessiveness more than she should be. She gasps as he places his other hand around her throat, squeezing as he rested his forehead against hers.

"I really fucking do." He hears her gasping for breath, pushing him closer to the edge as he felt her pussy contracting around him, her tiny body convulsing against his. "Fuck," he grunted, releasing her neck as he spilled his cum into her.

"That was..." she groans, shaking her head as she pushes on his chest until he sets her on her feet.

"Fucking amazing..." he answers for her as she frowns up at him.

"Maybe so. But I have rules! Boundaries! I don't fuck clients randomly in public! Unless they've paid for that."

"You want me to pay you? I will."

She scoffs as she watches him pull out his phone and she knocks it out of his hands. "That's not the point and you know it!" She pushes hard on his chest as he grunts, confused, as he fixes his slacks, tucking his shirt back in neatly. "We can't do this anymore. You're no longer my client, August."

"What?!" He grabs her arm as she tries to leave, pulling her against his, his mouth hovering by her ear. "You can't do that."

"Yes. I can. You're fired." She states firmly, pulling her arm away and stalking out of the room. She jumps slightly when she hears a loud crash in the room as she keeps walking. She smiles at Joe when she finds him talking to some coworkers near the bar.

"Are you okay? You look a little flustered." He brings his hand up to her cheek, cradling it gently as he pulled her off to the side. "I'm really sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"No, I'm sorry." She takes off August's necklace and places it in his suit jacket. "You're right. I shouldn't wear stuff from clients around you. It was insensitive. Forgive me?"

He chuckles, smiling as he nods. "Kiss me."

She giggles, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. "I don't feel that great. We met your boss and mingled. What do you say to cheeseburgers and a movie at my place?"

"That sounds perfect, baby. Let's go."

Cassidy turns to shoot a look at August, feeling his eyes on her from the corner of the room, following her out the door. 

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Candy - Chapter 9

Word Count: 1256

August invites Joe into his inner circle. Or so he thinks... Cassidy awakes from a nightmare of past trauma.

MINORS DNI TW: sexual assault

Joe's nerves were palpable as he glanced up at August approaching his desk on a Friday afternoon after lunch. "Mr. Walker..." Joe's voice quivered, his face reddening as he stumbled over his words to apologize before managing to mutter, "August."

"I'm going out tonight with a few other guys from the office. It's a special, private gathering we arrange once a month or so. Would you be interested in joining us?"

Joe studied August's demeanor, recognizing the unspoken undertones behind the invitation. He was conscious that accepting would not only mark his inclusion in a secretive inner circle but could also be a pivotal moment for his career within the company. He seized the opportunity with a large grin. "Yes, of course!" Eager excitement laced his response, and he rose from his desk, extending his hand toward August.

"Excellent. I'll text you the details. Remember, dress smartly. Jackets are mandatory, but ties are optional." August's hand enveloped Joe's, his other hand resting atop their joined hands. "Although, they could prove quite handy." A wink punctuated his words before he pivoted to leave the office, a smug grin curving his lips.

Joe entered the club, his identification checked by the front bouncer before he was led to a secluded back room. Inside, August was engaged in conversation and drinks with four other men. The room had an intimate ambiance, its arrangement featuring couches arranged in a 'u' shape, centered around a large glass coffee table. A compact stage with a pole at its heart occupied one end of the room, while a door loomed behind it.

Accepting a drink, Joe settled into a seat that faced August, causing the conversations to halt as the group's attention focused on him. Joe's gaze shifted to the man positioned at August's right, a person he didn't recognize from their office. He inadvertently met the man's gaze, eliciting a scowl from the mustached individual.

August's authoritative voice then initiated the proceedings. "What happens within these walls remains here," he declared, setting down his whiskey glass on the table before him. The other men shifted their attention to Joe. "It's a rule that everyone must adhere to."

"Alright--" His words were abruptly cut off as several women entered the room from a distant wall, their attire spanning an array of lingerie. A realization dawned on him, and he comprehended the nature of this gathering. His voice trailed off into a surprised, "Oh..."

Suddenly, his surroundings became vividly clear as an alluring dark-haired woman approached him, her presence commanding his attention as she took hold of his hands, placing them on her waist before she moved to straddle him. "I have a girlfriend," Joe managed to stammer, his gaze locked onto the woman's blue eyes.

Laughter erupted among the men, and August nonchalantly shrugged. "We're all either married or attached," he remarked. A pause followed, and he playfully nudged his friend to the left as a woman settled onto his lap. "All of us, except for Lloyd, that is. But this is precisely why I emphasized the rule about confidentiality. You understand?"

"Yes, sir," Joe agreed, his consent given just before the woman leaned in to nip at his earlobe, drawing a soft groan from him.

August's gaze shifted to Lloyd, a silent exchange between them through a subtle nod. August sought confirmation if Lloyd had executed the task as requested, and the affirmative nod he received was enough assurance. Returning his attention to the woman nestled on Joe's lap, August provided her with a subtle signal, prompting her to lead Joe toward the backroom. He had meticulously prepared, placing cameras in the room with Lloyd's assistance, all set to capture the evidence he required.

As he observed Joe being led away, August's lips curved into a bemused smile. "Easier than expected."

"Well, he's more eager for your approval than he seems concerned about his supposed girlfriend," Lloyd countered, shoving away the woman from his lap to reach for his drink.

August regarded his friend with a measured look, familiar with Lloyd's preference for beautiful women, whether they were paid or not. "Not joining in this time?"

Lloyd's nonchalant shrug carried an air of knowing, his eyes deliberately avoiding August's inquisitive gaze. "No. I'm just waiting for you to show interest in what I've uncovered about our Cassidy."

"Our Cassidy?" August's retort was laced with both irritation and possessiveness, his tone a clear declaration of ownership.

With an exasperated sigh, Lloyd raised his eyebrows in mock exasperation. "Calm the fuck down. I was just teasing. No need to get all worked up. Are you interested in hearing or not?"

"Quit beating around the bush, Lloyd..." August's impatience seeped into his words, evident in his demanding tone.

The overwhelming stench of tobacco and cheap vodka clawed at Cassidy's senses, triggering a nauseating reaction as the acidic taste of bile rose in her throat. She recognized the familiar heaviness settling on her chest, an ominous signal of what was to come even in the dimly lit room. Her mind raced, a whirlwind of thoughts and scenarios taking hold, while her body remained rigid, trapped by both fear and painful history.

The man, in a drunken stupor, clumsily descended upon her, and a wave of horror surged through her. Her instincts screamed for her to fight back, to scream for help, yet the bitter reality of her past experiences told her it was futile. A paralyzing helplessness enveloped her as she lay there, bracing for the nightmare she knew all too well.

A suffocating sense of dread descended, amplifying her vulnerability. The man's invasive advance, forcing his tongue into her mouth, triggered an involuntary response, making her choke and gag. His thrusts against her body were painful, each motion a searing reminder of her powerlessness. Tears threatened, forming at the corners of her eyes as she fought a losing battle, weakly struggling against his grip.

A surge of anger and humiliation fought against her fear, amplifying her desperation. His fingers dug into her skin, adding new layers of agony as he bruised her fragile form. In her torment, she finally noticed a figure lurking in the doorway, a sinister presence whose gaze conveyed indifference rather than assistance. The sight of that dark silhouette further shattered her hope, leaving her trapped in a cruel reality where there was no rescue, no salvation...

Cassidy's awakening was abrupt and distressing, her body drenched in sweat as she propelled herself toward the bathroom, where the remnants of her unsettling dream translated into reality as she retched into the toilet. She flushed it away, leaning against the cool wall as her knees pressed close to her chest, her silent tears an unspoken testament to the lingering horror of her nightmare. The ghost of that man, the one who had haunted her past, had revisited her mind once again, despite the months that had passed since she last dreamt of him.

Gathering her strength, she shook off the grip of fear, slowly rising to her feet after a few minutes. She managed to muster the courage to face her reflection, studying her own face in the mirror. Time had evolved her, transforming her from the frightened child she was when she left that dark chapter behind. Though he was miles away on the other side of the country, she couldn't entirely escape his shadow.

The first rays of the rising sun caught her attention as she returned to the bedroom, snagging her laptop on the way to the kitchen. Sleep now seemed elusive, so she opted to immerse herself in her homework, hoping to divert her mind from the harrowing thoughts that had plagued her. 

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Candy - Chapter 14

Word Count: 1389

Cassidy wakes up between Lloyd and August...

MINORS DNI

Cassidy woke up in the morning nestled between August's warm body and the soft snoring of Lloyd behind her. She shifted closer to August, his chest rising and falling rhythmically as he lay awake, staring at the ceiling. His eyes turned to her as she moved, and he greeted her with a soft, "Good morning."

Her voice was soft and contemplative as she asked a question that had been gnawing at her since the night they met at his Christmas party. "Why are you married if you just cheat on your wife with me... and other women?" The idea of being the 'other woman' bothered her more than she cared to admit. She had always known that most of her clients were married, but with August, it felt different, and it stirred feelings of jealousy she hadn't experienced before.

August turned to look at her, his expression thoughtful. "It's a marriage of convenience," he explained, his voice equally quiet. "I married her for the sake of my son. I grew up with divorced parents, always being shuffled around, and I didn't want that for my child."

"So you have an open relationship?" Cassidy probed, trying to understand the dynamics of his marriage.

August let out a low, somewhat ironic chuckle. "More like a 'don't ask, don't tell' policy. We didn't bother with a prenup, and if I left her, she'd get half of everything. So..." He trailed off, the complexity of his situation evident in his eyes.

Cassidy continued to press, her tone tinged with a mix of concern and curiosity. "So, you choose to stay and sleep around with other women? Do you really think that's a healthier environment for your son than just splitting up?"

August's jaw clenched, a sign that he was growing uncomfortable with the conversation. He shook his head slightly. "My son is not your concern. Now," he changed the subject swiftly, pulling her on top of him. She straddled him, her bare skin brushing against his, sending a shiver down both their spines. "Why do you ask? Are you jealous?"

Cassidy scoffed playfully, her hips beginning to move against his. "Jealous? Why on earth would I be?"

"Because there is something here between us, doll... That's why you should stop seeing all other clients and let me take care of you."

"Oh?" She teased his cock, now hard under her with her hands on his chest. "Are you jealous?"

"Fuck yes I am," he admitted freely, grabbing her hips as he glided her pussy over him. "I want you all to myself. Lloyd is lucky he's my friend, or else I would have killed him last night." He reached down between them and grabbed the base of his cock to tease her entrance. "Now tell me you're jealous, doll."

Cassidy could feel the heat building between them as she slowly lowered herself onto his cock, but he halted her descent with a firm grip.

"You can't deny it, Cassidy," August whispered, his voice a blend of desire and challenge that sent shivers down her spine.

"I'm not..." Her voice trembled as he guided her down onto his cock, a moan escaping her lips as pleasure surged through her.

"Liar." August's grip on her hips tightened as he continued to orchestrate their passionate rhythm. He drew closer, his heated breath tantalizing her ear. "Tell me you're jealous, Cassidy."

"August..." Her resistance crumbled with each commanding thrust, her voice reduced to a needy whimper as she surrendered to his dominance.

"Say it," he demanded, his tone thick with possessiveness and lust.

Cassidy's body undulated with pleasure as she rode August with increasing fervor. His words stoked the fire of her longing, and she felt her climax edging ever closer. "Yes," she gasped, her voice heavy with desire. "I'm jealous, August. I want you all to myself."

"Good girl." August's eyes darkened with desire as he watched her. With one hand still tangled in her hair, he seized her hip with the other and thrust into her with primal intensity, propelling her to the brink. Their lips met, their tongues entwining as he moved her against him. She quickened her pace, thrusting forcefully as she neared her release. "Come for me, doll. Make it yours."

With a trembling cry, she collapsed against him, her climax crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her body convulsed with pleasure as he tenderly traced his fingers along her back, their lips locking in a passionate kiss once more.

"That was fucking hot," Lloyd interjected beside them as August groaned.

"I forgot he was still here."

Cassidy giggled, leaning back up straight, still moving slowly on August's cock as her chest heaved. She watched Lloyd hop out of bed and open a bedside drawer before positioning himself behind her. "What are you doing?"

"Have you ever done anal, pumpkin spice?"

"Yes," she gasped out as she felt him push her onto August's chest before she felt the cold lube.

August stroked his fingers through her hair, lifting her chin to pull her lips to his to distract her. He felt her tense before whimpering into his mouth as he felt her pussy clench around him and knew that Lloyd had begun to push his way into her. "Relax," he whispered as she nodded, swallowing down a moan.

"Fuuuck," she whimpered as Lloyd eased his way into her ass. "Fuck." She relaxed, letting her body become accustomed to the feeling as August moaned low in his throat.

Lloyd gave a short thrust before withdrawing, only to slide his cock back inside. Her breath hitched as he started to pump into her, stretching her opening to accept his length.

"Like that, pumpkin spice?"

"Yeah."

"Good." Lloyd began to increase the speed of his strokes, speeding up as August began to pump into her at the same time.

Her hands gripped the bedsheet on either side of August's head as he held her firmly against his chest. Each thrust seemed to send another jolt of pleasure coursing through her body as her juices dripped from her.

She leaned back to look at August and found him staring at her with an intensity she'd never seen before. It caused her heart to skip a beat and made her quiver with anticipation. He grinned as she met his gaze and smiled. "This feels good," she admitted, biting her lip to hold back a moan as Lloyd increased the speed of his strokes. "Don't stop..."

"I'm gonna fill your fucking pussy, doll," he told her with a smirk as he thrust into her.

"Ahhh..." She bit her lip to keep from crying out as another orgasm built up inside her. The feeling was so intense, her body trembling as her climax washed over her.

"Yes..." she cried out, clawing desperately at the sheets as her body seized up. The feeling lingered long after the waves had faded and both men stayed inside her, slowing after filling her.

Lloyd pulled away slowly before collapsing onto the bed beside them. August kept Cassidy on his chest, lifting her chin to gaze into her eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she panted with a smile. "Another bath would be nice though."

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her lips before rolling her onto the bed beside Lloyd. "You got it."

As Cassidy stepped out of the bathtub, a hushed conversation between Lloyd and August caught her attention. She wrapped a blanket around herself and tiptoed to the slightly ajar bedroom door, straining to overhear their words.

"Why did you tell her we had a present for her? I told you that we weren't involving her in this," August's voice hissed, his irritation palpable.

Cassidy heard some rustling from the bedroom, which only piqued her curiosity further. She leaned in closer, trying to catch every word.

"And I told you that we should involve her. That she deserves to decide for herself."

"Well, I'm the one in charge."

Lloyd's exasperated sigh echoed in the room. "Oh, fuck off, August. Your ego is even bigger than mine. And what are we going to do about Joe?"

Cassidy couldn't help but peek through the crack in the door to see August resting his hands on his hips, deep in thought. "Show her the videos," he finally responded.

Cassidy could contain her curiosity no longer. She pushed the bedroom door open and stepped inside, wrapping the blanket more tightly around her. "Show me what videos? And what's my present?" Her eyes darted between the two men, her expression a mix of intrigue and confusion.

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