Greed God chapter 11

January 5th 2010 The House 9:00 PM EDT

Now  listen, I wasn't an idiot. When a pretty woman with crazy eyes gets in  your face and starts whispering about religion, the common sense move is  to GTFO. But there were two thinks stopping me. The first was that  Whisper Thickbooty and her thugtacular bodyguard were obviously rich as  hell. Whoever they represented had a damn sight more resources than I  did, and I kind of wanted to steal those resources.

The  second reason was that I had literally just decided to convert a select  few ladies and gentlemen into my loyal minions, and based on the way  this cute little nutcase was talking we had similar criteria. I could  use them to scout out potential talent and then snatch it right out of  their grasp. Which was the only reason I was deciding to humor her,  definitely not because I wanted to clap those ridonculous cheeks until  this wacky bitch decided I was her new god.

Ok  it was definitely partly the latter. But I wasn't thinking with my dick  this time, or not entirely, because the more I looked at pretty Whisper  the more I couldn't shake a really fantastic idea. This slutty little  preacher girl was devoted to her religion, she was obviously trying to  get me to convert. But what if I converted HER? What if I STOLE her from  them? How many greed points would she be worth? Could she help me  convert more people?

Even  if she couldn't the thought of becoming this sweet little bitch's new  god was intoxicating. I didn't want her to squeal on my cock like Barbie  did. I wanted her to worship it. I swallowed hard at the mental image  of what I was going to do to her, but even my control had limits. I saw  her stiffen as she felt me...well...stiffen. I might have been able to  hold it back if I'd really wanted to, but this little bitch was waving  that thing around at me since minute one, and I wanted to show her that I had a big fat piece of equipment to bring to the table too.

Despite  what my detractors may have said in the past, my confidence wasn't all  bravado. I had a big fat cock. That was just a fact. Ten inches long and  fucking thick, and when pretty Whisper felt my python up against her  stomach, she fucking NOTICED. She swallowed hard, but forced herself to  step back despite her fast breathing and slight flush. I calmed my hard  on with my excellent bodily control but I knew I'd hooked her. I smiled  at her. "I'd really love to learn about your religion Whisper. But I  don't have to take a vow of chastity or anything do I?"

Whisper  licked her lips and stared up at me from hooded eyes. "Not at all  Nicky. The Religion of Crime believes in hedonism, in sin. Any depraved,  deviant act you want to perform is within your rights. You can take  anything you want as long as you're one of us. Anything...or anyone." I  was pretty positive at this point they were trying to hook my family  fortune, because donkey dick or not this bitch was panting for me to  join her little church way too hard.

I  cleared my throat. "Well Whisper, I think I'd like to learn more. How  about we take care of tonight's business and we can arrange a time for  me to come listen to some of your teachings. Though I'd also be open to  some...private tutelage." As much as I wanted her bunny hopping on my  cock right this minute I was hoping she would invite me to something  more formal so I could meet more recruits.

Sure  enough despite the obvious temptation she smoothed her dress down with  shaking hands. "Of course Nicky, you would be welcome at one of our  gatherings. We're always looking for leaders and visionaries who are  willing to stand above the flock. I think sitting in on a meeting would  be very enlightening to you." She fluttered her lashes at me. "After the  sermon I can arrange some private time so we can answer all your  questions about the Religion. I promise we won't leave until you're  completely satisfied."

I  smiled at her, ignoring Ugly's annoyed sight as they escorted me  outside to get the knives. I passed them the case with the ten blades  and Whisper took one out, clearly elated by the information that had  appeared in her head. I'd had to go the bookstore to snag a few knife  fighting manuals but throwing together a few I rank knives was cheap and  easy. She tested each one thoroughly, clearly a detail oriented person,  and then locked them up with a nod. She gave me a charming smile.  "Well, this seems to be in order Nicky, how about we drop these off and  head back inside to take in the show. The main event tonight is supposed  to be marvelous."

She  passed off the knives to Ugly and took my arm, pressing up against me  delightfully as we walked. I leaned down to talk to her as Ugly walked  away. "So, in your religion I should take what I want?" I put my arm  around her waist as we strolled along, bypassing the guards without a  problem. Whisper didn't pull away, sidling in a bit closer to me as we  walked back over to the railing of the pit to wait for the match. I ran  my thump over her hip as we stared down at the fighters, waiting for her  response. I could trace her skin through the slit in her dress.

She  swallowed heavily, looking around to make sure no one was looking.  "Powerful young men should be unrestrained with their desires. It's how  we get great criminals." She looked up at me hungrily. "If you're a real  criminal you take whatever you see that makes you hungry. You just  reach out and grab it." I slid my hand under her dress through the slit  as we leaned against the railing, toying with her lacy g string with my  fingers as her nails dug into me arm. She pulled herself harder against  me.

I slid my  fingers under her panties, tracing the lips of her sopping pussy as she  gasped a bit. I whispered in her ear. "So you're saying that whatever I  want is already mine. I just need to show it who it belongs to?" She  was panting a bit faster, biting her lip and nodding over and over.  "Good. Because I've wanted something since we first met, and I'm going  to take it." I shoved two fingers up her wet pussy and her eyes  fluttered. I stroked her clit with my thumb. "This is what you want me  to do right Whisper? Tell me what a good job I'm doing."

She  flattened herself against, eyes unfocused as I slipped my fingers into  her cunt to find her g-spot and slowly stroke it. "It's...it's good,  Nicholas. It's so good. This is how a man should be. So good. This is  the kind of crime a stud like you should do best." She fisted her hands  in my shirt, grinding her hips. "Steal my cunt baby, take it for your  own." She was heaving and panting and writhing, and then...I stopped. I  pulled my fingers out and slapped that fat ass once for good measure.

She  blinked at me... confused and off balance and so horny she couldn't  speak. I wasn't going to get her off. I might be able to fuck her stupid  but I couldn't break her brain like that. I needed to make her think  about me as much as she thought about her little religion. I needed to  make her obsessed. I sank my hand into her ass cheek and whispered in  her ear."I only steal the most valuable loot. You better work for it if  you want me to take you." Then I stuck the two fingers I'd just had up  her twat between those full lips. Some of her pussy juice had wiped off  on the dress but some hadn't.

Her  eyes were wide as she stared at me, but slowly she licked my fingers  off, tenderly cleaning each one gently with her soft little tongue. I  pulled my hand back and stepped away, leaving her supporting herself  bonelessly against the railing when Ugly returned. She kept shooting  looks at me as I stood casually off to one side. I winked her and she  looked away, holding onto the railing.

I  grinned to myself. She was confused now. Horny and annoyed and  conflicted. My father always said that the most memorable emotion isn't  love or hate, but frustration. We may forget the things we cherished or  those we wanted to destroy, but we always remember that which escaped  our grasp. I checked to make sure we had a few minutes before the match  and excused myself to go to the bathroom, giving Whisper time to think  about me for a while when I wasn't around. Then I'd pop back up and  remind her of my presence again.

Speaking  of reminders, this entire encounter had lit a bit of a fire in my  belly. I wanted some progress with an older woman, wanted to remind a  certain blonde milf that I was desirable. I pulled out my cock, rock  hard from playing with Whisper, and snapped a quick picture, attaching  it to a message that said. "I don't usually send things like this, but  since you wanted to see so bad when we were at the movies." Then sent it  off to Dinah. I waited about ten seconds then shot off a second text.  "FUCK I'm so sorry Dinah, that wasn't for you."

Of  course, it obviously was. But saying it wasn't gave her an excuse to  pretend like I hadn't just blown our whole dynamic up. Of course, she  could just ignore me from now on, but I had a decent read on Dinah. She  liked my attention, she subconsciously compared me to her boyfriend, and  the more busy he was the more she craved my notice. I waited for a  minute or two for a response. Before I finally got a response. "Be  more careful who you send things like that to." The text sat there for a  minute or two before I got another. "You took a girl to the movies?"

I  grinned. That was a perfect response. I also noted she hadn't mentioned  deleting the picture and I hadn't said anything about it either. "Yeah,  but I wasn't really feeling it. She wanted a picture really bad so I  figured why not, but honestly I don't think she's my type. Lately I've  been pretty focused on blondes." Before she could respond I texted. "Out  with friends sorry to bother you, just barely got up the courage to  send that. Talk later ok?" Then I slipped my phone back in my pocket.

It  had been risky texting Dinah like that, but her response was picture  perfect, so I just left her to stew and went back to the caked up  redhead I was tormenting. Despite having blueballed myself like six  times I had to smile as I reached the railing, noting Whisper's intense  stare. I may not have fucked either girl but I was laying groundwork.  For now I should just enjoy the satisfaction of a job well done. As I  stared down at the ring the announcer called the big match for tonight's  card.

I  looked down at the pit as the shrunken helmeted form of Atomic Skull  stepped out. Atomic Skull was the reigning champion, but I had to admit  the man was less than impressive. On the other side of the ring a  massive man with dark skin wearing a golden helmet and a blue chestplate  took the stage. He looked nervous and out of place, worried about being  here but determined. He also look vulnerable. I smiled to myself.  Assuming he survived, I might need to have a chat with this guy. He  seemed like he could use a bit of an edge.