When Terence Tartarus stepped onto the elevator I rolled my eyes. “Terence, we just got through ten hours of insulting one another that you call ‘negotiations.’ I even put on this ugly necklace you gifted me. If I have to ride down sixty floors with you, I swear, one of us is going to die.”

He showed me a mouthful of perfect teeth. “You’ll certainly experience le petit mort, Penny. ‘The little death.’”

“Don’t you dare call me ‘Penny,’ you asshole!” I shouted as the doors closed. Fuck! “My name is Penelope and I will rip you a new–”

Tartarus grabbed my throat and my voice went silent. I felt warm all over.

“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want, you horny fuck-slut,” he said. The necklace seemed to pulse in time with his words, sending waves of arousal coursing through my body. There must be some neural interface tech in the necklace, similar to how I control my Platinum Panther armor. If I can just focus–

He reached under my skirt and slipped two fingers into my drenched pussy. I saw stars, my entire body trembling with lust.

“You want my cock to destroy your dripping gash, don’t you, Penny?” he said as he stroked in and out of me. The necklace pulsed and nodded, moaning all the while. If I can just focus my thoughts on–

My most hated enemy pushed me up against the mirrored wall. Being manhandled caused the necklace to pulse and I shuddered with desire. As Terence Tartarus shoved his cock into my dripping cunt, I screamed as an orgasm wracked my body.

He slapped the elevator’s emergency stop button. We were only on the fortieth floor. There was still a long way down for me to go.

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