Musings and Writing of GG Alexander

Savage Writing: No Negotiation Needed (explicit)

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I made a comment, after the dirty jokes were making their rounds on the last meeting, that we should devote an entire night to erotica and get it out of our systems. Unfortunately, Doug took me up on this idea. We wrote “filthy” stories and swapped them for other people to read. Only a couple of the contributions were truly filthy…this included. So: NSFW.



Taz Edevane lounged on his leather seat like it was a throne, elbow upon its arm, one gloved hand upright in the air. His fingers made a perpetual dance of flexing and gesturing, giving him the appearance of tourettes (or extreme fidgeting). On second glance, though, one could see how the glove was connected to the graphene screen wrapped around his forearm. With each change in posture, an array of numbers, polygraphs, and 3D molecular images flickered across its surface. Constant, physical 3D input and manipulation of data. It was exactly the kind of brilliance Leda’s company had come to expect from him.

And exactly the kind of brilliance it was hard to focus on, given the beautiful hunk of man-meat standing beside him.

‘It’s good to meet you at last, Ms Ruskin,’ Taz said.

‘The pleasure is mine,’ she said, tearing her eyes away from his guard.

‘I’m sure it is,’ Taz said with a wry smile. Backwards code flashed across his smart glasses. ‘Do you like my latest project?’

‘It’s very impressive,’ she said, nodding towards the glove and bracer, eager to turn her eyes back to the other man.

‘It is,’ Taz said, looking at said other man. ‘Manipulating him takes every inch of my brainpower sometimes – especially when he fights my influence.’

Leda turned back to the guard (or what she thought had been a guard). He was breathtaking, like a Grecian statue given colour. Black hair, lightly curling at the tips. Square jaw. Low eyebrows over deep blue eyes. Powerful muscles barely restrained under a black short-sleeved shirt. And the tiniest twitch in the bottom lid of his left eye.

‘You’re controlling him with that?’

‘Yes,’ Taz said. ‘If I want him to fetch me coffee, he does it. If I want him to pour the boiling coffee over himself, he does it. If I want him to suck my cock, he does it – and believe me, I’ve made sure he’s an expert in that matter.’

She ignored the pulse of pleasure that ran through her at the thought.

‘Are you wondering why?’ Taz asked.

‘It’s not my place to ask why, Mr Edevane,’ she said, resuming her professional attitude. ‘I’m here to make sure our contract goes through. We’re eager to have your skills, and you’re in need of our financial backing.’ Probably because of experiments like this, she added to herself. ‘I’m sure by the end of today we can come to an agreement.’

Taz looked amused.

‘If you’re here to please me so I’ll sign, then listen to why I did this. I don’t want you to think I’m a monster.’

I couldn’t care less if you are a monster, she thought, but she couldn’t deny her curiosity.

Taz swivelled to face the man beside him, hand ever fidgeting. In his look lay hate a thousand miles deep, loathing that sat in his core like a second soul.

‘This man,’ he said, ‘is called Caleb Bell. He was a policeman in the Tier 3 riots two years ago.’

His eyes held bloodlust as intense as a starving dog’s hunger.

‘He killed my wife.’

The man’s eyelid twitched again.

‘So now he does whatever you want,’ Leda finished.

Taz laughed, fingers suddenly working faster.

‘I made a few modifications to his brain. My programs run electrical interference, which in turn affects chemical release. It’s not that his body is willing but his mind is not; rather, his body makes his mind willing…to the most extent.’

Leda scanned Caleb’s face, fascinated, hoping his eyelid would twitch again. She pressed her hand against his chest, and felt his heartbeat, solid and steady under her palm. With her other hand she pinched his bicep, and nothing changed. Harder, violently, muscle tight under her fingertips. Still he did not react.

She struggled to beat down the glee, and the heat, running through her lower body.


When she turned to Taz, she knew she had been too obvious. A grin split his face wide.

‘Why don’t you try him?’

‘Try him?’

‘You know full well what I mean,’ he said. ‘And I think it would be in both our interests. You get him, and I get another small revenge. I think we’ll both be quite amenable to each other’s ideas for the contract after that.’

‘He is safe, isn’t he?’ she said, taking the chance to run her hand over Caleb’s torso again.

Taz cackled.

‘You think I would’ve risked putting my cock near his teeth if he wasn’t?’

‘Then my answer is yes,’ Leda said.

She pulled Caleb’s head down to hers, and planted a kiss on his lips – and he kissed back, gripping her back like a vice. Panicking, she pulled away.

Taz laughed again.

‘Don’t be scared, Ms Ruskin,’ he called, hand gesturing wildly. ‘He wants you. Please – enjoy him.’

Caleb kissed down her neck as Taz spoke, sending shivers over her skin. Her fear melted under the onslaught of his desire.

With a last smirk, Taz spun his chair to face the blinds.

That was enough privacy for her.

She tore open Caleb’s shirt, but barely touched it before he lifted her onto Taz’s desk. He pushed up the skirt of her dress and yanked down her tights, her high heels flying to the carpet. Willing him to be quicker, she wriggled off her pants herself. Spreading her legs, she guided his head upwards. The anticipation was unbearable as he kissed the inside of her thighs.

The desk was cold under her hips, and his tongue was warm and firm as it pressed against her. A spasm ran up her spine, forcing a moan through her lips. Yes, he knew what he was doing. His hands gripped her hips, allowing her no escape from his relentless motions. Heat throbbed through her. She could barely see his head past her heaving breasts, and greedily she wished there was a second one of him to ogle and touch as she wound higher, and higher. Instead, she gripped the desk edge, calling to the ceiling as waves of pleasure rippled up, and up, and up, until, with a shudder and a scream, she climaxed.

Panting, Leda opened her eyes, and looked down. Caleb Bell’s empty expression stared back at her. Revulsion sprang in the wake of her desire. She kicked him in the chest, and with a grunt he stood, and resumed his sentinel.

She heard Taz sigh, and the sharp glissando of his fly being pulled up.

‘Was I too fast for you, Mr Edevane?’ she said as she sat up.

‘No matter,’ he said. He turned his chair around as she stood and shimmied down her skirt. ‘I’m sure once the contract’s agreed, the three of us will be seeing a lot more of each other. Are you prepared to finalise the details now?’

Leda looked again at Caleb Bell. He gave her a forced, false smile. Her disgust of him gave her lust a spicy tinge, like wasabi in soy sauce.

‘I may need to take another break,’ she said. ‘I feel that was only a taster.’

Taz Edevane grinned again, his gloved hand never resting, his manipulations never ceasing.

‘Whatever makes our work more comfortable.’

Leda smiled and unclipped her briefcase.

Caleb Bell’s eyelid twitched: once, twice, three times…


Written by G.J.

11/06/2014 at 11:15 pm

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  1. Hope my reading did this justice.


    13/06/2014 at 5:06 pm

    • You did more than justice. Your reading magnified the sluttiness tenfold 😛


      13/06/2014 at 11:50 pm

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