You'll Pay! Author: Zallon E-mail: Rating: NC-17 Author's Notes: The following contains adult situations, explicit sexual content, violence, nudity and coarse language. If you believe this may be offensive, do not proceed further.You must be over 18 to continue. Summary: Nick seeks revenge after an assault at the Incline --+-- Nick was running even later than usual in getting out the door that morning. Inconveniently, he had to make a stop at LSP to pick up some documents that were due to be faxed in, to take with him to his custody hearing. But the extra sleep had done him good. He was unusually ready to do battle with the disputing parent's lawyer, and expected a good outcome from the proceedings. As he maneovred through heavy traffic, his thoughts slipped back to the evening before. He had been involved in a very unpleasant incident at the Incline, when he had stopped in there after work. He had been returning from the washroom back to the booth he had been occupying, when he was unexpectedly crashed into and almost knocked over, by a young woman leaving in great haste. She had not been watching where she was going, and worse, she had crashed into to him without so much as a a backward glance, let alone a contrite apology. He had yelled something derisive enough to make her turn on her heels, return to where he was standing and yelled at him, "Kiss my ass!". She had then slapped him hard in the face. Nick was stunned. Three of the Incline's patrons sitting at a nearby booth had watched all this with amusement and sympathy. Recovering, he briefly attempted to chase her as she made a quick retreat. But she had managed to slip away before the quick-footed Nick Fallin could catch her. When Nick returned to pay his bill, the shortest of the three called out to Nick, "You know buddy, I know that broad - she's a real hellion! I went out with her a couple of times about three years back. If you're smart, you'll charge her with assault, and teach her a badly needed lesson!" The other two nodded in agreement The first one then motioned Nick to sit and join them at their booth. Tentatively, Nick sat down smiling at them shyly, glad of some emotional support for his wounded pride. "Yeah", proclaimed the second one, sipping slowly on glass of dark ale "She's a real piece. She thinks she can do anything and that people are just going to put up with it. She's a thief, too - got over $300 out of my wallet one night, while she was drinking on a beer I bought her! " The first one chimed in again, "If I was you man, I would - seriously - I would go and file charges." The last and oldest of the three spoke up "I got her address if you want it - I still got her business card." He smiled at Nick encouragingly. Nick pondered this. It wasn't as if he had a lot of time to waste on something he would likely forget in a couple of days, but with his stinging cheek still sore, he decided to accept the card anyway, and leaned over to take it from his benefactor. When he reached the parking lot, he took the card from his pocket. It read "Alexa Morgan - What's your pleasure?" 4341 Hayward St. 577-3311" He snorted. She would soon find out what he had in mind. The custody hearing had gone well. Even Lulu had been impressed with the results of his research and argument, when he told her about the points he had presented to Judge Carridine. "Nick" she asked, feeling a bit bolder about trying to make a connection with him. "Would you like to go for a beer after work?" She wanted to broach a delicate subject with him. "Ah, sorry. I have some things to tend to tonight" he hesitated with some ambivalence in his decision . "Tomorrow would be better..?" He'd decided he was going to try and find this mystery "slapper" and reclaim some of his self-respect at having a stranger treat in him in such a way. She tried to stifle her disappointment, and replied, "Okay, maybe tomorrow.." He looked Hayward Street up on the map. It was in a low rental area, but it wouldn't take him more than twenty minutes to find, he estimated. He drove with steely determination to find her - and when he did, he planned to call a constable right then, to have her charged. When he located the actual address number, he found it at the side basement entrance of a run-down triplex. As there was no buzzer, he knocked on the door. There were no signs that anyone was home. Then he spotted some eyes at the window, which retreated quickly on seeing him glance in their direction. The door suddenly swung open widely, and Alexa, dressed in long, black cotton skirt, smiled at him, saying in a sweet, friendly manner, "C'mon in, honey. I've been waiting for you." He stood his ground, and stayed where he was. "Now that I know where you live, I'm going to have you charged for that slap. You'll pay!" he admonished. She responded, "Aw, I'm just trembling... - listen pretty boy - we can sort this out. Just c'mon in - I've got something cooking. C'mon in and let's talk about it." He did not smell food, but he did smell a rather fragrant incense. He stepped forward a couple of feet. She reached behind him and closed the door. Nick did not like basement suites, but this one had a cosy look, as basement suites went. There were lots of cushions. The place was warm looking and ultra tidy and relatively clean. He liked the ultra tidy and relatively clean part. She urged him to sit down. She chirped. "I'm Alexa. What's your name?" He remembered the warnings from the other three. "My name isn't important." answered Nick. "Everyone's name is important, sweetie - let me guess: you are a Christopher, a Nicholas or um..." "Let's cut the crap! - you hit me yesterday. " Nick interjected sourly, still waiting for a bona fide apology. He was secretly surprised that she had guessed his name. "I'm sure you have your off days too, honey." she countered. "You HIT ME", he said outraged that she could brush this off so lightly. "Well, if you think a slap is the same thing, then I guess I did. If it will make you feel better, go ahead and slap me back!" She offered her cheek to him. He was mildly horrified at the suggestion, and drew back from her. He replied defiantly, "It's what you deserve." "Then do it." she challenged. "I don't do that" he replied sanctimoniously, wondering briefly, if she preferred to have men treat her that way. She replied, "Well, I could slap you again, and give you a reason!" "Don't you dare!" he hissed at her, revolted. He got out of his chair and turned to walk out. He suddenly felt his buttock stinging! He couldn't believe it - this woman had the audacity to slap him again! He spun around in fury, but hesitated momentarily about what he was going to do with her - until he saw her laughing rather wickedly. He leaped toward her and lunged for her arms. When he had finally had a hold of both her wrists, he dragged her to the couch and manipulated her until she was trapped and snugly positioned over his lap. With his left arm, he forced her head down so that she could not regain her balance. He then proceeded to smack his fury onto her hapless bottom with all his might, with his bare hands. Her wriggling to dodge his open-handed blows only served to infuriate him more, inflaming him to spank her harder, until she remained still. She whimpered inaudibly. He could feel the muscles of her legs tense everytime he planted another hot blow. But her body heat, softness and wriggling started to stimulate him in more than an emotional way. Seeing her spread helplessly under him, unable to defend herself, he started to feel aroused by the power of the misery he was causing her. He could feel an erection developing. What was happening to him? He had to stop. But he didn't want to. He lifted her light-materialed skirt cautiously. There was not a sign of protest from her. And no stockings or underwear covering her slim legs and curvaceous backside. He peeked further and took in the length of her long, beautiful legs with his eyes. At the top of them he saw all the crimson-colored skin he had caused. It excited him to survey the product of his raw anger, as her flesh was swollen and throbbing from pain. He brushed his hand over one of her hot ass cheeks. She involuntarily shuddered. Did he imagine that it had turned even redder from this? Impulsively, he grazed his fingertips gently across her redness in a swirling motion. Purple prickles began to rise along the surface of her skin, in the wake of his touch. He was in uncharted territory, but he was past caring. She unexpectedly spoke to him, "Let's move over to the bed". This instruction from her broke the spell, as he realized what was happening - that she understood the effect she was having on his sexual appetite. And that she was offering herself to him. Unsure that he wanted to take things further, Nick hesitated. He tried to steady his breath. As if reading his thoughts, she slid her warm hand between his pant legs and deftly traced circles with the back of her hand on them, sending shivers along the tender flesh of his inner thighs right through his groin and through to his spine. She kept teasing him gently, until his erection was now ramrod straight, straining to be released from his pant prison. Her practiced hand had kickstarted him out of his doubts and into action. He helped to lift her to an upright position. They wobbled to the bedroom together. Before he sat down beside her, he reached for his wallet, to extract a condom. She spoke again. "I got one here, sugar", and reached from a night table and passed it to him. He was relieved to be able to put his unopened wallet back into his pant pocket. Like lightning, he unzippered himself, tore the package open and unrolled the condom comfortably along the shaft of his manhood. He then roughly rolled her from her side onto her stomach, never doubting that he would take her from behind. He would take her hard. He spread her ass cheeks wide, inspecting the pert, tiny anus he was about to plunge himself into, and pushed himself in slowly, determined to "take no prisoners". She made a powerful, shrill squalling noise as he penetrated his penis head past the rim of her anus. The sensations caused by her rectal walls eventually yielding to him as he sank his swollen ram in slowly, was unbelievable to him. Never had he felt such intensely pleasurable conquest. Her insides felt so hot and embracing to him. He was so filled with lust that he began smacking side of her hips hard, over and over, with every millimeter of new penetration, oblivious to what his hands were doing. She did not fight him, but began to groan with every new measure of territory he was taking. When he had sunk in deeply, he began a rhythmic stroke along the length of her canal and would then pause. Then he would repeat the process. She began to grind slowly in rhythm with him, lighting his sexual fire into an ever bigger blaze with each thrust. She would occasionally tighten herself on him. He found himself swinging his head in a different direction everytime she squeezed and released, and began mindlessly biting her everytime she altered the pressure. Their breathing became labored, ragged. When he finally noticed the marks he had been leaving behind with his bites, he grabbed her hair, pulling her hair and her head along with it at the same time. He began pistoning into her more rapidly, at the same time trying to slow himself. She shouted. "A-a-nh... .Oh!....ahn-n!.. Oh-h-h!...He felt himself sinking and losing control, and but then he would struggle to slow himself, and would regain it again. He continue to breathe heavily. She continued to punctuate the air with voluminous "Ahs" and "Ohs". His skin was now very wet, and she was wetter, but she had not climaxed. He began to thrust even harder, if that were possible, and to hold back a few seconds, sometimes more, every time he pulled back. She gasped whenever he did this. Then she would relax on him for a few moments - and then tense up when his thrust was at the halfway point. Then it would be his turn to gasp at the exquisiteness. They knew they were closing in on the inevitable, but fighting it every inch of the way. They wanted to conquer each other. They were angrily and lustily determined to make the other come first. Their determination only served to prolong their aching hunger. Nick forced her sit up on him, making her throw the full weight of herself onto his cannon. The penetration was so profound, it shocked her. She uttered a deafening, "Ah-ah-ah-oh-oh-oh-oh!!!" in response, leaving no doubt that this was a sensation unlike anything she had ever experienced before. This was summarily followed by an escalation of extreme sexual longing, also unlike anything she had ever experienced. They both perspired profusely. Nick too, was an experienced lover, and sensing how unfamiliar this territory was for her and laughed inside himself joyously. She felt lusciously screwed onto him, as if hitched to a post. He reached forward to grab her by her breasts to steady her and control her up and down movements on him, making her moan and clutch at his hands for balance. He spent a good deal of time squeezing them before he released them long enough to flatten her aerolas, stretch them, and roll them around between his fingers and thumb. It drove her absolutely wild. Her long hair would brush his up against his face as she squirmed about in response to his thumb manipulations. She squatted herself on her knees and began humping up and down forcefully along his engorged shaft, while he snaked his arm around her to stroke first her labia and then clitoris with his two fingers. As he did this, she emitted a shriek - again at an astonishing volume - and began to spasm violently. The spasms caused a convulsion in him that rocked and assailed his entire body, until he could not hold the dam of his own rapturous release anymore. His entire body shuddered over and over, as his testicles unloaded their precious sweet cargo. His rage against her had turned into an act of bliss for both of them. Nick knew instinctively that he made her "pay" the right way. He rolled out of her bed finally, zipped his fly up, looked at her exhaused body stretched out on the bed. He spoke his parting words to her eloquently: "Alexa, this is my pleasure, and this has been my pleasure!". He disappeared through the her door quickly and back outside in the setting sunshine, grateful and relieved. He patted his wallet just to be sure, and then unlocked the steering column before his key went into the ignition. His tires lost some rubber as he gunned his car loudly away from the curbside. He saw Lulu the next morning, with piles of files almost obscuring her, as he walked slowly past her open office door. She saw him and smiled warmly at him - not a frequent event really - at least not lately, and greeted him with "Hey Fallin - you're looking chipper today! What's got you in such a good mood?" His eyes glistened and his groin went on high alert as he looked at her. He smiled broadly "Oh, I dunno, Looks like a good day for kicking butt. Wanna go for a beer after work?" "Yeah! Sure!" she said, smiling shyly. He hadn't seemed to notice yet that she wasn't wearing any bra, but she was hoping he might notice later...and maybe even take a cue.. Nick went and sat in his broom closet office staring at his notes, but considering the possible reasons why Lulu, who was still very married to Brian, wasn't wearing a bra this morning. At the same time, as a precaution, he kept his lap covered with a couple of legal files until his imagination abated. Alvin walked in, and said, "You're looking pretty rosy this morning, Mr. Fallin! That's good!". He handed him an armful of case files and walked back out. The End.