Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball-Chapter 209: Pussycat and Rats game

Victoria gripped the steering wheel tightly as she sped through the Underground’s streets. The dashboard lights cast a cold glow on her face, highlighting the deep frown between her brows.

She glanced at her phone on the passenger seat, still nothing from Dahlia. No update, no check-in, just silence.

What the hell is she doing?

Victoria thought, her foot pressing harder on the accelerator. The brothel’s lights were getting closer, Midnight Rest’s sign appearing in the distance.

It was a mistake to rely on Dahlia so much, she realized now. The girl was sharp, loyal on paper, but too easily dominated, especially by someone like Nash.

That rookie snake had a way of slithering into people’s heads, and now she started to realize how dangerous he really was.

At this point, any update would be useless; she couldn’t rely on any of her right arms. Her only judge would be whatever she’d find.

She only needed one thing fixed: finding out exactly where Nash had been. If he were again in her office, heads would roll.

I shouldn’t have given him so much power, she muttered, swerving around a slow bike, her mind racing faster than the car.

Back in the office, Nash held his breath, eyes twitching as he watched the puddle. The creamy mix was moving subtly, slipping away into an invisible gap.

Nash’s eyes widened.

There’s... There’s something behind this wall! A hidden door?!

He gasped quietly, mind spinning. Finally, finally after swimming in this mess, he had found something out of the ordinary.

But he had so little time to exploit it...

What should I do? No way to know when Victoria will show up... it could be minutes. I need to check right now.

His adrenaline kicked in. He had to act fast, and here, there was only one person who could help him: the woman stunned on his cock.

She was out of it, her face totally blissful, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling like she was in another world, murmuring to no one."Mmm... ahh... eh... ahn..."

She looked like she might faint any second, from the back-to-back climaxes, and it would be the worst for him.

Nope, I need you really conscious here, Nash thought.

He shifted a little, still inside her, and gently shook her shoulders.

"Dahlia... hey, beautiful, come back to me," he said softly. No response, just another whimper, her head lolling to the side.

He tried again, cupping her face with one hand, thumb stroking her cheek.

"Yo, Dahlia, wake up. Really need you right here."

He glanced down at the puddle under them, the mix of her squirt and his cum seeping toward the wall’s base.

Still no real reaction; she was floating too high from the pleasure train he’d put her through. It was hard; she was almost fainting, but he kept at it, moving her shoulders lightly, then her whole body.

"Come on, spy... open those pretty eyes. We gotta clean this up before someone walks in."

Finally, after a few more shakes and whispers, Dahlia’s eyes fluttered, focusing slowly on his face. She blinked, confused, a small smile curving her lips.

"Ah! Finally, we..." But before Nash could say more, Dahlia leaned in, capturing his lips in a slow kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck again, pulling him close like she wasn’t ready for it to end.

Meanwhile, Victoria’s car screeched on the street outside the Midnight Rest. She killed the engine, frowning even deeper as her heels clicked on the sidewalk.

Dahlia let go of Nash’s lips, her light green eyes finally focusing on him. A lazy smile spread across her face. She let out a soft laugh.

"Nashhh... that was... insane." She rolled her hips a tiny bit, still seated on his cock, making them both hiss. "Better than anything... Ever. I swear... nothing’s ever made me feel like that. Like I exploded into stars or something." Her head tipped back again, eyes half-lidded, daydreaming.

"I want another run. Right now. Just... keep going forever. You’re so good I could ride you all night... daddy."

A bolt of lightning hit a part of Nash’s brain. That day, something awakened in him, but he had too little time to enjoy this new feeling, and he knew it.

He shook her again, more urgently this time.

"Dahlia, listen to me! Victoria is coming! Right now!"

Dahlia froze for a moment. Her smile vanished slowly, her eyes widened, pupils dilating. For one full second, she just stared at him, mouth slightly open, processing.

Then she gasped.

"What?!"

Meanwhile, Victoria stormed down the narrow hallway of Midnight Rest like a storm front rolling in. Neon light cast red and purple shadows across writhing forms, couples, threesomes, groups, most of them too lost in their own pleasure to notice the boss coming through.

A tall, muscled security guard was balls-deep in a dancer bent over a barstool, her skirt hiked up, moaning loudly. He spotted Victoria first, eyes widening mid-thrust.

"M-Ma’am—" he started, trying to pull out politely.

But there was no need, Victoria didn’t even glance at him.

"Where’s Dahlia?" she snapped.

The guard froze, dick still halfway inside the girl.

"Uh... office, I think? Haven’t seen her since—"

Victoria was already past him.

Next, a private booth with the door half-open. Inside, a client had two girls on their knees, both sucking him off in tandem. One of them looked up, lipstick smeared.

"Oh, M-Ma’am—"

"You," Victoria cut her off without breaking stride. "Dahlia. Where?"

The girl blinked, confused.

"Office... probably? She went up with that handsome guy earlier—"

Victoria kept walking. She glanced at any people on her way, making sure they weren’t anywhere else than her office, or rather, not giving them a chance to escape.

In one room, a couple fucking against the wall, the girl riding the guy standing, legs wrapped around him, both of them gasping as she passed.

Another room, door ajar, three people in a sweaty pile on a couch. One of the women raised her head, hair wild. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Ma—"

"Dahlia," Victoria barked, eyes forward. "Now."

"... Office," the woman panted, getting slammed back down by the man behind her. "With the hot guy... She looked... angry... "

Victoria’s jaw tightened. Now she was sure someone would stop breathing tonight.

She stormed into the hallway, and finally, the door to her office came into view at the end, plain, unmarked, heavy wood that looked like a gigantic coffin for the two people inside.

She reached the door in five more strides, hand already on the handle, twisted it, and pushed the door open... but to nothing.

No moans, no wet slaps, no whispered gasps. The office was empty of people.

Just the low noise of the air recycler and the faint neon light from the hallway behind her.

She stepped inside, closing the door. The room looked exactly as she had left it: desk scattered with papers, shelves lined with bottles and files, the chair pushed back just slightly, the faint scent of an air cleaner.

She might regret having this last thing, as it nullified the possibility of confirming their presence here earlier.

But basically, the room was perfectly normal. Too normal.

Victoria didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. Did they think she was an idiot? They were there, and the fact that they needed to hide was another crime to hide to their grave.

Her heels clicked once, twice, three times as she moved deeper into the space, slow, measured steps, like a panther circling a kill she could smell but couldn’t yet see.

Her eyes scanned every inch, the desk surface, papers slightly askew, but, well, she didn’t pay attention to how she had left them before. The chair, no fresh indentations, the floor, clean... almost suspiciously so, no obvious wet spots, though the carpet was dark enough to hide small sins.

She paused near the desk, nostrils flaring just a bit. Something lingered despite the air cleaner’s work, maybe sweat. It was faint, almost scrubbed away, but it was there.

Her jaw tightened; a human being had been here recently.

She turned slowly, gaze sweeping the shelves. Bottles aligned. Files stacked. Nothing out of place. And yet the silence felt wrong.

Her hand trailed lightly over the back of the chair, then her eyes set to the most important part: the wall.

The one opposite the door, the one with the plain paneling that had always looked just a little too seamless for any other, that wall that was the beginning and maybe the end of Nash’s hopes.

Her steps slowed even more as she reached it, like a countdown to death.

She stopped right in front of it, inches away.

Her breathing was calm, controlled. Almost serene. Then, slowly, very slowly, her hand rose and reached for the wall.