About 2 hours ago...
There she was, standing in the middle of Bruno's room, dressed in an incredibly revealing, seductive outfit that clung to her every curve.
Her figure was accentuated by a black lace bodysuit that left very little to the imagination. A plunging neckline drew attention to her full, round breasts. A silky black robe draped over her shoulders, but it hung loosely, doing nothing to cover the provocative outfit beneath.
It was Beyoncé.
"What are you doing here? You gave that waitress a note and called me here for what exactly?" Bruno asked dryly.
"Surprised to see me, Bruno?" she teased, biting her lower lip as she slowly approached him, swaying her hips.
"I don't have time for this." He turned to leave.
"Beauty, you should go faster!" a groaning voice sounded from a phone speaker. "I don't want to feel any teeth."
Bruno froze instantly, recognizing the voice. It was Beauty's ex, who had mocked her on stage.
"Are you really going to make a video? Is it legal?" a shy, teenage Beauty's voice asked.
Bruno paused at the door and turned around. His eyes caught a disturbing video of a teenage Beauty giving a blow job to Stephen while he recorded her, hiding his own face.
"You're really good at this," Stephen commented.
"You fat slut!"
"I don't like when you call me that..." she said, gagging.
"It's just to make it more sexy. Stop being a baby."
He grabbed her hair and started throat-fucking her mercilessly.
"We're in high school, this is completely normal," Stephen replied.
He groaned loudly and spilled in her mouth, ordering her to swallow while he laughed behind the camera.
"Your mouth feels better than your holes."
"I hope you liked it... please don't leave me, Stephen..."
"Just stop being annoying."
Beyoncé paused the video.
"What a disgusting little bitch, huh? This is who you're dating... She was used in all holes by men, an insecure pig dying for a man's validation."
Bruno turned around, closing the door to keep the conversation from leaking out.
"Cheap fat slut," Beyoncé cursed.
Bruno tried to speak, but his throat was dry. He swallowed, pushing down every bit of jealousy and possessiveness mixed with anger.
She wasn't a virgin like him. He was aware of that-no need to get mad, he tried to convince himself. But why on earth would she agree to be recorded? What was she thinking?
His chest grew heavy, but he managed to push the feeling down.
"That was her past. I don't care about that. So what's the point of this?" he asked.
Beyoncé chuckled and shook her head.
"Oh Bruno... I'm not here just to show you this. That's boring."
She smirked and walked closer to him. Now so close, she could smell the intoxicating scent of his cologne-so manly and sweet. Her hand reached out, gently grazing his chest, trailing down slowly.
Bruno grabbed her hand with one look and pulled it away forcefully.
"Look, honey... if you really care about her, you should be nice."
"So your plan is blackmail?"
"You're quite smart, Mr. Bruno Hathaway," Beyoncé whispered, her voice low and seductive as she leaned in closer, her lips just inches from his ear.
She pulled off his mask and walked back to the bed, giving him a full view of her backside, which was barely covered by the thin material of the lace lingerie.
The robe slid off her shoulders and fell to the floor, pooling around her feet. She glanced back over her shoulder, her lips curling into a smirk.
"You don't have to be shy, Bruno. I want you... you see? So let's enjoy ourselves," she teased.
"State your price and get the hell out of my room," Bruno replied.
Beyoncé was triggered that he wasn't interested in her seductive presence.
She sat on the bed, her legs crossed.
"Well, I don't need your money, Mr. Bruno. I need you to fuck the hell out of me. Are you that daft?"
"I have evidence of your harassment, remember?" Bruno countered.
"Whatever, I'll open an Only Fans account anyway... I can live with that."
She rolled her eyes.
"However, I promise you... in a few minutes, Beauty will be selected as the best dressed at the event, which I planned by the way. She will go up there to take her reward, and guess what memory will be played on the big screen for her? This time, she will take her life for good.
Lucky for her.
You can stop that by fucking me, good. This is a sweet treat for you right?"