Espadrille

She was desperate, or else she really wouldn't be here. But alas, there was no helping it. The Fashionistas' latest job had gone absolutely tits up, leaving Espadrille as the only member of the three-person group that wasn't currently in custody. With short, glossy black hair, tanned skin, and a pointed face, the female criminal knew she wasn't cut out for a solo act. For one thing, she worked best with direction. For another, she was too used to being part of a team at this point. She'd come to actually care about her boys, for all that they said you never should let yourself care in this business.

And so, that brings her to this. Following some young dumb thing in a mini skirt and heels down the hallway to parlay with the biggest criminal in the whole wide underworld. No one could tell her anything about this mysterious 'Drakken' save for the fact that he was in charge. And when she'd asked just WHAT he was in charge of, she'd gotten blank looks back and responses of 'everything'.

No one knew much about this Drakken fellow, but they all seemed to universally agree, he was rapidly becoming the Kingpin of the entire damn World. And as desperate as she was, Espadrille knew that she would need his help in order to spring her boys from police lockup before they went to trial and got sent to some maximum security prison for all their misdeeds.

As they walk along, Espadrille finds herself looking to the girl that's escorting her to the meeting. The hallway itself is very sleek and modern, but as a result, there's not much to see. The young woman on the other hand… she's actually dressed quite well, even by Espadrille's incredibly high standards. And she certainly knows how to walk the walk too, pulling off those high heels of hers incredibly well. Combine that with her conventional beauty and it's enough to make Espadrille more than a little jealous.

The female Fashionista is someone who's always had to use fashion to augment and enhance her beauty to the levels that society regards as 'acceptable'. Without makeup, without the right clothes, she's just another common hoe, maybe a six at best on a good day. But this girl who's taking her to Drakken, presumably… Espadrille can tell that she's got it going on. An easy eight but elevated to a ten by her fashion sense and how well put together she is.

It's a little infuriating, but there's nothing that the female Fashionista can do about it but stew in her own jealousy and resentment as they finally come to their destination.

Stepping through the door that the younger woman opens for her, Espadrille gets a good few feet in before stopping in her tracks. It's a Gentleman's Study that she finds herself walking into, and the sudden change from sleek modern hallway to old-fashioned décor is a little jarring, but not too terribly. No, what stops Espadrille in her tracks is the man lounging on a couch off to the side, waiting for them.

It's not possible. This can't be real. She's supposed to be meeting with a man called Drakken, who's apparently the greatest criminal the world has ever seen. So why the hell is she staring at Drew Lipsky, the richest man on Earth and a humanitarian, philanthropist inventory who's literally revolutionizing the world on the daily?

Seeing her, Mr. Lipsky smiles.

"Ah, Espadrille, you've arrived. Welcome, welcome. Thank you Monique for your service."

"You… you're Drew Lipsky."

She's internally beating herself up for those words a moment later. Talk about putting her foot in her mouth. But if he's annoyed, the incredibly rich billionaire doesn't show it, chuckling and inclining his head in her direction.

"That I am, my dear. But right now, please… call me Drakken."

Espadrille's breath hitches with the confirmation that this man in front of her, the most famous man in the world, is indeed the criminal mastermind known only as 'Drakken'. She abruptly feels like an ant being inspected under a microscope, like she really shouldn't be here but can no longer leave.

"Will that be all, sir?"

That comes from the girl who brought her here, the one Drakken had labeled as 'Monique'. Thinking for a moment about it, he eventually shakes his head.

"No, I want you to stay, Monique. I would appreciate you servicing me, while I speak with Ms. Espadrille here."

"Of course, sir."

The female Fashionista can only watch in mute incredulity as the younger woman, a gorgeous girl who could have been a model or really had any man she wanted in the whole wide world, walks over to where Drakken is sat and descends to her knees right then and there. With deft finger movements, she flicks open his pants and a moment later has his cock in her mouth. As the mocha-skinned girl quietly sucks his dick, Drakken gestures to the couch across from him with a confident, cocky smile on his lips.

"Please, sit down. Let's… chat."

Not really feeling like she has a choice in the matter, Espadrille does as she's told, sitting down and trying her best to ignore the beautiful young woman sucking Drakken's cock.

"I'm sure you're wondering just why I've let you see my face. You don't need to worry about being allowed to leave, or anything like that. You're freedom is still entirely your own my dear, and if we cannot come to an acceptable arrangement, I will have sweet Monique here escort you out. No muss, no fuss."

Espadrille blinks at that, visibly bewildered. As she opens her mouth to respond, Drakken continues on, chuckling.

"After all, who would believe you?"

Her teeth click shut at that as she finds herself forced to acknowledge the truth of his words. He has no need to silence her, not when he's right. No one would believe her, not even if she turned herself over to the authorities and tried for witness protection or something. Not to mention, Espadrille could easily imagine a man as rich and powerful as Drew Lipsky had his hands in all of the governmental pies as well. Who was to say that even the US Marshalls were safe from his grasp?

Lazily resting a hand on the back of Monique's head, his fingers lacing through the mocha-skinned girl's curls, he cocks an eyebrow in Espadrille's direction.

"Now then… what can I do for you?"

Gripping her own short skirt in her hands a bit too tightly, Espadrille bites her lower lip for a moment before finally speaking.

"A-As I'm sure you know; I'm part of a trio called the Fashionistas… the three of us had a job the other day. It went bad. My teammates are currently in police custody. I was hoping that you could help me break them out."

Drakken hums at that.

"I could. It would cost you though."

"R-Right, well, I have some money tucked away, um-!"

Drakken laughs and cuts her off with a wave of his hand.

"Obviously, money is not something I lack. No, the cost would undeniably be more personal. The Fashionistas would work for me, of course. And you… well, you would be expected to affirm your new loyalty right here and now."

Espadrille's breath hitches and the grip on her skirt tightens. She knows exactly what he wants from her… and truth be told, the female Fashionista has never been confident enough when it comes to dealing with powerful men like him. The only things that make her hesitate initially are the depths of what he's asking of her… and the fact that she's not sure what her boys will say if she makes this deal. Will they agree to the Fashionistas working for Drakken full-time just off of one prison break?

"I-I'm not sure that I can speak for the other two on this matter…"

Drakken hums again at that, his hand now gripping tightly at Monique's head, pushing her further down to the point that the poor girl is choking. One of the most gorgeous young women that Espadrille has laid eyes on in recent years, and she's being reduced to a fucking cocksleeve while her boss does business over her pretty little head. On the one hand, Espadrille feels a vicious sense of satisfaction at seeing the prettier, younger woman on her knees being treated like that. On the other… is she going to be on her knees in Monique's place soon enough?

"Well, if you're sure you can't speak for them, let's talk about you. If you're ready to leave the Fashionistas behind, I could take you into my service specifically. Full time, with benefits… pays extremely well at that. And those two can be left to rot, in prison."

Squirming uncomfortably in her chair, Espadrille bites her lower lip.

"I'm… I'm not quite sure I'm ready to be a solo act, sir."

Letting out a long drawn out sigh that makes her fear she's beginning to finally annoy him, Drakken shakes his head.

"You underestimate yourself, sweetheart. But fine… how about this then? Sign yourself over to my service, I'll free 'your boys'. Then, they can both individually decide if they want to join you. If they're half as loyal to you as you are to them, they'll sign on right? Besides, it really is a nice paycheck."

That… that does sound good, doesn't it? All that would be left would be… her personal 'affirmation of loyalty'. A shudder runs down Espadrille's spine as she considers her options. Was she really going to make a deal with the devil here? Did she have any other choice? Not truly, no. This was it. She could leave, Drakken had said she would be allowed to leave, but where would she go? Prison, more than likely. She'd end up caught within weeks on her lonesome.

"… V-Very well. We have a d-deal. My service for their f-freedom."

As soon as she agrees, Drakken pulls Monique off of his cock, leaving the dusky-skinned girl gasping for air. As he spins her away, Espadrille catches a glimpse of Monique's tear-stained cheeks, her face in absolute ruins from the quiet deep-throating Drakken had been forcing her to do while they talked. His cock, meanwhile, stands up prominently between his legs, glistening in the office's low light with Monique's saliva as he gestures to it.

"Then we can start right now. Go ahead and tackle this problem of mine however you prefer~"

She considers, very briefly, getting down on her knees and finishing what Monique started. But in the end, Espadrille is a selfish creature at heart. So, rising to her feet, she reaches down and removes her skirt as she saunters over. Climbing into Drakken's lap, she slips her panties to the side and guides his thick fat cock up to her pussy lips. He's certainly one of the bigger men she's had in her life. His size is immensely satisfying, as she slowly descends onto his member.

Impaled on his cock in no time, Espadrille moans as she begins to ride him, bouncing up and down on the criminal mastermind's dick. It's all for her boys… all for them… except, it's also at least partially for her. Espadrille has always been intoxicated by power and men with it. She's always been drawn in by true, masculine energy like the kind Drakken is exuding even now.

This is THE Drew Lipsky, one of the richest, most famous, most handsome men in the world. He's a genius of unparalleled caliber, and here she is, riding his dick. Having sold herself in some way, shape or form all her life in order to get to where she was, Espadrille was not the kind of woman who would balk at sacrificing her body in order to gain a better footing.

Not to mention… it felt so damn good. Bouncing up and down on his dick is amazing, even better than she was imagining. She'd chosen to fuck him rather than suck him so she might at least get SOME pleasure out of the experience, knowing Monique's saliva would act as lubricant, but it's far too good, and she's soon cumming her brains out on his cock.

As she's spasming and shaking atop him, Drakken just chuckles and slides his hands around to grab at her pert ass cheeks.

"Not a bad start, but it's clear we're going to have to train you up to acceptable standards, my dear. Let's start now."

And then HE's fucking her, and it's a whole different world. His thrusts slide up into her cunt as HE begins to control the pace at which she's bouncing up and down on his cock. The speed is intense and incredible, the depth of his thrusting is insane, and Espadrille is soon crying out in abject ecstasy as her eyes roll back in her head and her tongue lolls out of her mouth.

The last coherent thought she has as she's lost in a sea of pleasure is a simple one. Even if her boys don't wanna work for Drakken once she's gotten them out of lockup… she's honestly not sure she'd mind splitting off from them, if she could expect demands of 'service' like this on the regular. Being Drakken's own personal fuck toy… certainly wasn't a bad gig by any means.

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