1 Karma (R18+)

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March 10, 2020. New York City.

When Andy opened his eyes, he found himself gazing at the voluptuous figure of a woman asleep on his muscular body. Her breasts, naked and pressed against him, sent a surge of pleasure coursing through his body. She was smiling contentedly in her sleep, lips half-open, and Andy couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of their passionate encounter the night before.

"Hehe, that's five women already this week, and it's only Tuesday," Andy thought to himself, a mischievous chuckle echoing in his mind.

Andrew J. Collins, also known as Andy Collins, is a 27-year-old clerk at an investment firm in Wall Street, New York. While his job may seem stressful to some, he doesn't think so. His only job is to "please women."

During the three years he has worked at the company he has had sex with every woman in the company, earning him the nickname 'The Wolf' or 'Patrick Bateman'. 

Andy's mind was a hazy blur by the hangover, he vaguely recalled the name of the girl who was sprawled across his body, her legs still tangled with his. They had met at the company party the night before, and things had escalated quickly. He had seduced her with ease, and they had ended up in a nearby hotel bed, their bodies slick with sweat and alcohol.

As they'd revelled in their primal passion, she'd let slip that she was the daughter of Andy's company's CEO, a revelation that had initially given Andy pause. But he'd shrugged it off, too caught up in the thrill of the sex to care. The whiskey had clouded his memory, leaving him with only a faint recollection of the initial of the woman's name beginning with 'M', but what remained in his memory were the details of their encounter etched in his mind like a burning brand.

"Mmm..."

The woman slowly began to wake up, opening her eyes as she saw Andy's beautiful face, looking happily into her face, although in truth what Andy was happily looking at was her large denuded breasts, but she didn't know it. "Good morning, my love," she greeted him warmly.

A shiver ran down Andy's spine as he heard the word "love". He extricated himself from the woman's embrace, with movements swift and deliberate as he dressed in the same clothes he'd worn the night before. "As much as I'd love to stay, I have to leave," he said, saying goodbye to her in a hurry, already making his way to the exit door, no longer wanting to linger in the hotel room.

Quickly approaching the hotel exit door of the room grabbing the doorknob about to turn it.

"Wait," the woman said, grabbing his arm just as Andy half-opened the door. "Can we at least have breakfast together?" she asked.

Andy couldn't bear the thought of spending another moment with her but needed an excuse to leave without raising a fuss. So he did what he always did when he wanted to get out of a situation with a person: he played the charming gentleman card.

"I'm afraid I have to go," Andy replied with a disarming smile. "I don't want your mother to give me hell for being late. But let me tell you, being with you is like seeing the world through different eyes. I hope we can see each other again soon I feel like I'm in love with you (lie)."

His words made her cheeks blush, and she responded with the same affection. "Okay, goodbye then, my love."

They gave each other a tender kiss on the lips before parting.

As Andy stepped out of the hotel, his charming demeanour gave way to a blank expression, his thoughts consumed by the events of the previous night. "I couldn't believe that even though she was thirty years old, she was still a virgin. It's a sticky burden that hasn't left me alone for a minute. What a horrible night."

Andy made his way to Smith Capital Investments for another day at the office. As he settled into his desk on the fifteenth floor, with a blank mind. Suddenly, Ashley, the vice president's secretary, came to him with an important message.

"Mr. Collins, Mrs. Smith requires your presence immediately," she said, her brown eyes flashing with a hint of intensity, her dark hair and her white shirt. Her high heels clicked on the marble floor as she spoke, her stern expression betraying none of the softness that lay beneath. She was a woman who lived for her work, and nothing else.

"Right now?" asked Andy.

"Yes, right now," replied Ashley, the inexpressive secretary.

"Okay," replied Andy calmly

"Please follow me," said Ashley, turning around for Andy to follow her.

Anyone would be nervous receiving a call from a prominent member of the company while at work, especially when it was the vice president herself. But Andy wasn't fazed. He thought she might want to discuss some private matter alone.

"Ha, this woman is just too impatient," he chuckled.

As Ashley led him to the vice president's office, Andy's eyes feasted on the curve of her ass, mesmerized by the way her short skirt swayed with each step. His wicked grin spread wide as he asked, "Ashley, how about we take a little break and have a 'special conversation' in the bathroom?"

Andy was thrilled to have Ashley's company. He looked forward to their thrilling "special conversations" in the bathroom, a welcome respite from work stress. As they reached the hallway with just the two of them, Ashley halted mid-stride and turned around. Her stoic expression melted away, replaced by a flush and a nervous gaze.

"I will never have sex with you again. You never listen," Ashley snapped, her voice laced with anger.

Andy smiled at her response and swiftly walked towards her, wrapping his left arm around her waist and grasping her ass with his right hand. Ashley was taken aback, unable to move as she stared at him in disbelief. "Are you sure you don't want this, Ashley?" he asked, with a low and seductive voice.

Three minutes later, in the women's restroom of the company, hidden away in the last cubicle stall at the very end.

"Ahh... Ahh... Oh God!" Ashley's moans filled the air as her large breasts heaved up and down with every thrust. While being supported against the wall, her ample chest is exposed, jiggling enticingly as Andy takes her roughly from behind. "Ohhh... Yessss..." She gasps between moans, her hips bucking wildly against him. 

Pah! Pah! Pah! 

With each powerful thrust, Andy's pelvis collided with her ass, driving him deeper into her tight heat. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoes through the otherwise quiet bathroom. Their breathing comes in ragged gasps as they both lose themselves in the primal lust consuming them.

"That's right, Ashley," said Andy with a heavy breath, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "I love it when you leave your personality cold and be honest with my cock." 

With her head thrown down, and her eyes tightly closed, Ashley surrendered to the waves of pleasure crashing over her. "Damn, I can't believe I'm doing this again!" she cursed himself in his mind, hating how easily she fell for Andy's seductions whenever she saw him. "His cock felt fucking so good... bastard!" she cursed once more, her hips moving in sync with his thrusts as their bodies collided in a rhythmic symphony of lust.

Pah! Pah! Pah! 

Their moans filled the small space, growing increasingly loud. "Shit..." she whimpered, biting her lip so hard it began to bleed. Her face flushed with the intensity of their coupling, her shame mixing with her ecstasy.

Ashley watched her reflection in the water of the toilet bowl, seeing the mix of embarrassment and pleasure on her face. As Andy pulled her closer to the edge of orgasm, she accepted the pleasure without hesitation. "Hmm," she moaned, her eyes closed in bliss as she felt her body becoming increasingly sensitive.

Pah! Pah! Pah! 

"Andy, let's... Ah... change positions," Ashley suggested.

"Well, if you insist..." he agreed, his voice full of desire. They switched places, and Andy sat down on the toilet, watching Ashley undress slowly, revealing her ample breasts, barely contained by a black lace half-cup bra. His eyes gleamed with pleasure as she removed her glasses, giving her an even more stunning appearance.

"Oh, you like what you see?" she asks, running her fingers along the hem of her skirt. With a slow, teasing motion, she lifted it over her hips, revealing her shapely legs clad in black stockings and garters. 

Just as Ashley was about to remove her black stockings, Andy's hand shot out to stop her. "Leave them on," he said, with a seductive tone.

Ashley raised an eyebrow, curious about his intentions. "Do you want me to leave them on?" she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity. "Then how do you plan on putting it in?"

With a swift and calculated move, Andy ripped open the seam of Ashley's thighs, exposing her glistening and well-groomed pussy to his hungry gaze. Laughing, Ashley quipped, "You're the king of perverts." Ready to start, she sat astride Andy's lap, grasping his shoulders as she slid down onto his pulsing cock. "Now it's my turn to ride," she said, arching her back as she began to mount him with wild abandon.

"Pah! Pah! Pah!" the sound of their flesh slapping together echoed through the air, the rhythm of their carnal union growing more frenzied by the second.

Ashley gasped when Andy grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to his body. She could no longer contain her moans, surrendering completely to the pure pleasure he was giving her. "Oh God, yes!" she cried out, her hips bucking wildly as she rode him deeply.

Finally, exhausted but satisfied, Ashley collapsed to the floor of the cramped bathroom stall, her body trembling and covered in Andy's semen.

Suddenly, the sound of the bathroom door opening filled the air, followed by the footsteps of a woman entering the room. Unaware of the scene unfolding before her, she headed towards one of the stalls, presumably to smoke a cigarette despite it being prohibited in the building. As she entered a vacant stall, the door swung open, revealing Ashley lying on the floor, still trembling from her intense orgasm.

Stunned, the girl dropped the cigarette as she took in the scene inside the bathroom stall. Andy stood there, his massive cock erect and dripping a small amount of semen at the tip. Ashley lay beside him on the floor, her body covered in a thick layer of his semen. Unfazed by being discovered, Andy calmly approached the woman. "Clean me off, I don't want to be dirty for Mrs. Smith," he said with total domination.

The woman, accustomed to her illicit activities, obeyed immediately. Kneeling before him, she took the swollen member in her mouth and began to clean it with slow, languid movements of her tongue. As she swallowed, her eyes met Ashley's, and the two women shared a complicit glance that said a lot about their shared experiences.

Andy emerged from the women's restroom, his cock still dripping from the evidence of his recent activities. As he walked down the hallway, women and men were circulating, none of whom flinched at the sight of him leaving the women's restroom, intuiting what he had been doing. They treated him like an animal in heat, totally devoid of humanity.

Quickly arriving at Mrs. Smith's office, he opened the door to find her standing before him, an unparalleled beauty.

Amanda Smith, the Vice President, was a vision of majestic splendour. With piercing hazel eyes and a face that radiated experience and intelligence, she exuded an aura of refined elegance. Her white hair, adorned with subtle platinum highlights, framed her flawless complexion. She wore a red blouse and a short black skirt, paired with a sleek black blazer with white pinstripes draped over her shoulders.

Despite her forty-five years, Amanda possessed an undeniable allure. A natural sensuality that could not be ignored, and her immense breasts defied gravity under her red blouse.

Amanda stood with her back to the window, engrossed in a phone conversation, oblivious to Andy's presence in her office. Andy waited patiently, his eyes fixed on her from a distance.

"Yes, thank you, doctor," Amanda said, ending her call. Suddenly, Andy sprang into action, wrapping his arms around her from behind and grasping her ample breasts. "Did you call for me, Mandy?" he whispered seductively into her ear.

Surprised but not entirely, Amanda broke free from Andy's embrace and slapped him with a force that echoed through the office.

"Slap!"

Andy's face registered a mix of surprise and confusion at the sudden act. "What's happening?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

"What's happening?! You slept with my daughter Milly last night, despite my warning you not to!" Amanda exclaimed, her anger palpable.

"Milly?... Oh yes, that was her name. The thirty-year-old virgin. How pathetic," Andy said, remembering the woman he had kissed earlier this morning. He realises that Amanda was the wife of the president of their company, Michael, and thus the mother of Milly.

"I'm tired of you, Andy. Do you think you can sleep with someone without facing consequences?" Amanda asked, beginning to feel anxious.

"Where are you going with this, Mandy?" asked Andy, sensing there was more to her anger than just her daughter.

Suddenly, Amanda's demeanour changed, and she began to cry. "I'm pregnant," she whispered, revealing the source of her distress.

Andy was taken aback and quickly responded with a cold question. "Are you going to have an abortion?"

"It's too late for that," she replied. "My husband found out about the pregnancy and thinks it's his. He's looking forward to having a baby."

Maintaining his composure, Andy asked, "So, what's the problem?"

"What's the problem?!" she said, surprised by his indifference. "I haven't been intimate with my husband for over a year, so there's no way it's his. I don't want to deceive him by pretending it's his."

"After all these years of deceiving him, you're worried about telling him a lie? That's hypocritical, don't you think?" said Andy in a sarcastic tone.

Amanda knew that lying was the easy way out, but she felt she couldn't do it. With tearful and desperate eyes, she said, "What am I going to do, Andy? What are we going to do about our baby?"

"Our baby? I don't care. Fool him by telling him it's his baby. I'm going to take a break," said Andy, leaving the office.

"Please, wait...!" Amanda begged.

Andy walked out of Amanda's office, barely hearing her words. "Wow, that was intense. I haven't even had time for breakfast. I should get a coffee in the Starcub's."

As she was leaving the company building and crossing the crosswalk, her cell phone rang. He looked at the screen and saw that it was an incoming call from "Mom." Andy hung up when he saw the name on the screen, but before he could press the hang-up button, a sudden buzz filled the air. The sound of an approaching vehicle grew louder and, before he could react, Andy was rammed by a Japanese company Truck-Kun truck. The impact threw him several meters forward. Andy felt every bone in his body break as he struggled to breathe. He wanted to close his eyes, to surrender to the darkness that enveloped him.

"Aaaahh!!!"

"An ambulance!!!"

People all around were calling for help, others were screaming and most were recording with their phones. The world kept moving around him, oblivious to the life that had just vanished consumed by the cold reality of death, perhaps as a just punishment for his past actions.

Maybe it would have been Karma.