An asshole
**Kael**
I released my pleasure, pouring myself into the condom and letting my sweaty body fall over hers, but knowing she wouldn't be able to support my weight, I turned over in bed with her in my arms, getting on my back and laying her on my chest.
“That was very... good!” She said with her head tucked into my neck.
I felt her smile, looking quite satisfied by the sexual act and at the same time surprised that she liked it, confirming once again how inexperienced she realin the art of sex.
I knew all about Rachel, as I had done a professional investigation and had also taken advantage of her best friend Shirley, so she could help me with the fake app store.
That was so easy that I only proved once again how self-interested people were and would do anything for money, even if they already had it in quantity, as was the case with Rachel's friend.
I believed that Rachel's presence that night would be another confirmation of this fact, even though her virginity had already been lost. I meticulously planned everything with Shirley, who was responsible for taking Rachel to the club. She also helped me by adding a prohibited substance to her drink, which would make Rachel forget everything that happened the night before, without losing complete consciousness.
My plan worked perfectly. While Rachel danced with a stranger, Shirley added the substance to her drink, leaving her completely disoriented. She left the club accompanied by the stranger and only regained consciousness the next morning. When Rachel desperately called her friend the next day, she didn't remember anything and discovered she was no longer a virgin. However, I knew all the details because my security team was monitoring everything. I didn't want anything bad to happen to her, despite everything.
My sole objective was to make her have a night of sex so that she wouldn't fulfill her part of the agreement. I wanted her to be indebted to me. Just as I planned her loss of virginity, I also fabricated the story of the loan shark, who didn't exist. It was me who provided the money to her. I simply placed someone as an intermediary to pressure her into following through with what she had already started.
The apartment she bought was also my property, with the help of my accomplice and Rachel's best friend, who was now traveling the world, enjoying the money she gained from me and no longer even remembering her childhood friend.
I knew everyone had their price, and Shirley's was quite low, to be honest. However, I realized that what truly motivated that girl wasn't just the money but also the envy she felt toward Rachel. However, that didn't matter to me.
What mattered was getting what I wanted, and the rest, well, it was just that: the rest. But now, lying on the huge and comfortable bed in the luxury cabin of my yacht, with the warm and delicate body of the girl I thought was Rachel against my chest, I felt relaxed, completely satisfied with the phenomenal sex and the devastating climax I had experienced with her.
**Sarah**
Despite all the initial bad impression, which I believed was quite accurate, the sex was delightful, and I felt fully satiated, even though it was my first time, which was quite surprising. Now that I had fulfilled my part in that "deal," or rather, Rachel's part, I could simply get up and leave. But the warm body next to me was very pleasant, and I felt extremely relaxed after all the tension I had been through since leaving the apartment where I had been living.
I thought about starting a conversation, but I felt so languid that my eyes seemed to want to close. I was even feeling drowsy, which was very unusual since I was used to staying up late, reading, or watching TV series. Now I could understand why they say that those who have more sex sleep better, I thought with amusement. But at that moment, I realized that "he" was very quiet, and I lifted my head to look at him directly.
“Did you fall asleep?” I asked softly, as I didn't want to wake him if that was the case.
“I'm thinking,” he replied without even opening his eyes.
The tone he used to answer made me tense again because it no longer resembled the seductive gentleman I had sex with less than an hour ago. Maybe I should just get dressed and leave. I had already accomplished what I came here for, and I didn't want to be treated with the same arrogance as before.
I rolled in bed until I sat at the edge, with my feet already touching the floor. Looking around the room, I searched for my clothes. Timidity took hold of me as well, and I crossed my arms over my breasts, feeling embarrassed by such exposure of my body in front of someone so cold.
“Where do you think you're going?” He asked.
I looked at him, now staring back at me with his icy eyes, and I had to admit to myself that he may be an arrogant and cold man, but he was incredibly handsome, and I almost sighed just looking at all that rough beauty.
“I've fulfilled my part in our deal,” I said, trying to sound as cold as he did. - So, I can leave then.
“Come here,” he called, and despite the words, his tone was gentle, managing to soften all my feeble resistance.
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