Simon's Satisfaction System

Ch 3. Last Task

“Why? Where?”

“Miss Anne asked me to escort you to her penthouse. She will be waiting for you there.”

“I can’t leave now.” Simon shook his head, moving the tray under his armpit. “I’m working.”

He gulped when he saw his in-laws approaching. 

“Oh, don’t make trouble for poor Cornelius,” his mother-in-law said. “He’s doing only what Anne ordered him to. Don’t have him fired because you are too stubborn.” She pulled a strand of hair behind her ear before extending her hand. “I’m Catherine Parker, by the way.”

“I’m Simon Turner.”

They shook hands, but soon after she discreetly reached into her purse and pulled out a wet tissue to clean her hands. 

“I’m John Parker,” the father-in-law said, but he left Simon with his hand in the air, not giving him the time of day.

“Anne said she already talked with the catering firm you work for, and they agreed to cancel your shift for today. As a member of the Parker family, it’s beneath you to be working there anyway,” Catherine said.

“But I need the hours…”

“Oh, don’t worry.” She waved a hand dismissively. “We can find you a fine job at one of our firms. Maybe a janitor or something?” She turned to her husband. “What do you think, honey?”

“We have enough staff, but there’s always room for more people to unclog toilets.” 

Simon cringed as he remembered how he had cleaned the third-floor restrooms at the college and the stench seemed to have remained etched in his nostrils. 

Catherine and John Parker openly belittled him, their condescending remarks piercing through Simon’s already wounded pride. He clenched his fists, fighting back the urge to lash out at the couple. Taking a deep breath, he tried to maintain his composure.

"I appreciate your concern, but I don't need your pity or handouts," Simon responded. "I can support myself."

Catherine scoffed dismissively. "Support yourself? Do you honestly think that's what you're doing? Anne deserves so much better than this. We can provide for you."

John Parker chimed in. "Let me tell you something, young man. As a Parker, you’ll face reality."

“When did I agree to become a Parker?”

“Haha!” Catherine's laughter rang out, grating on Simon's already frayed nerves. “Don't be ridiculous. At the altar, of course. When you said yes to Anne, you accepted to become a Parker.”

Even if they weren’t expecting him to literally take his wife’s last name, the couple seemed to think it was implied that was how everyone would treat him from now on. 

Realizing he had no way of winning this argument, especially from his position of weakness, Simon gave up. He turned on his heel and made his way toward the door, leaving the empty tray on a table, Cornelius following closely behind. 

A limo awaited him next to the curb, with a chauffeur inside. Cornelius opened the back door for him before he took the passenger seat.

Simon looked out the window, watching streetlights pass on the side of the road until they stopped in front of a skyscraper. 

“Miss Anne’s penthouse is at the top of the building,” Cornelius said while closing the car’s door behind Simon. He didn’t follow Simon past the rotating glass door to the lobby. 

The elevator took him to the penthouse and opened right inside the spacious living room. Gasps and moans echoed through the luxurious apartment. With caution, Simon followed the sounds and traced the source behind the closed bedroom door.

With a deep breath, Simon pushed open the door, and the scene before him struck like a dagger to his chest. 

On the lavish bed, a bulky man fucked his new wife, her hands tied up with a belt to the bed frame as he viciously pounded her like an animal in heat. 

Anne’s eyes widened as Simon stepped in. Over Robert’s shoulder, she could see him gaping at her, but she couldn’t say a thing because of the gag in her mouth. 

She didn’t try to signal Robert to stop. Having her husband watch her being molested like this by a stranger turned her on so much that she orgasmed in just a few seconds after maintaining visual contact with Simon.

The husband she had randomly picked turned out to be quite the looker. His curly hair added a touch of charm, while his deep blue eyes held a mysterious allure. Maybe that was part of the reason she had chosen him. Too bad he was coming from the low class. 

Her pleasure-stricken cunt clenched around Robert’s cock, pushing him to the edge of blowing his load. He pulled out and finished on her taut stomach — that was the perfect finale since she prohibited him from finishing inside. 

With a shaky hand, he took out the gag from her mouth, then released her hands. 

“Why the face?” Anne asked Simon, her hand exploring her slick stomach. “What were you thinking? Did you really believe this was supposed to be our wedding night?”

Robert — who hadn’t noticed someone else was in the room until now — turned around swiftly, his eyes widening in surprise as he hastily stepped away from the bed.

Simon's vision blurred. “No…”

“Then why did you stay and watch me while I was getting fucked? Are you a voyeur or something? It turns you on?” Still naked, Anne got up from the bed and walked to him. Sucking her cum-coated fingers, she groped his chest with her other hand and then lowered it to his crotch, finding his hardness as her pear-shaped tits pressed against his arm. “As I thought. Unfortunately for you, you'll never be anything more than my personal servant. And just to be clear, I have no intentions of using you as a sex slave.”

Robert, already fully clothed, arranged his coat and nodded. “I’d better leave you two newlyweds to your honeymoon.”

“No!” Anne shouted, letting go of Simon. Looking at her husband, she said, “You can go and fetch me some water. I’m parched after my nightly exercises. Be a good boy, and do your duties.”

With clenched teeth, Simon left. There was no point in claiming her; she was his wife just in name and certainly, he had no say in the matter.

When the door closed behind him, Anne turned to Robert.

“I need your skills to help me with something,” she said while dressing. “Glam Garb Fashion has faced criticism for exploitative labor practices, unsafe working conditions, and environmental damage. Their last products have flopped, and they are under investigation for cutting corners in overseas manufacturing. Can you help me make a takeover?”

“I thought I told you that today’s job was the last one I can do for you. Our last fuck, your last task for me.”

“Come on, Robert. Glam Garb Fashion is understaffed and underfunded. It should be easy to apply for one of their low-paid jobs, go to an interview, find the CEO, Elize Bennett, and do what you do best. An easy job for you, an easy takeover for me.”

“I’ll do something better,” Robert said, grabbing the door knob. “I’ll send you someone else.”

“I don’t want someone else. I want you. You’re the best at what you do and you know it.”

“There’s someone younger, more handsome, and as good as me. You’ll see soon.”

He left Anne befuddled in the bedroom. As he hurried down the corridor, he nearly collided with Simon, who was carefully balancing a glass of water and a crisp white napkin. Robert smirked at the sight of the boy’s obedience and over-eagerness.

“Hey,” he said, making Simon stop. “I need to talk to you. Come and meet me in half an hour in the park three blocks East from here. You know the park, right?”

Simon didn’t like this guy, and not because he had just screwed his so-called wife. He had a false sort of friendliness about him, the smile of a man who would be your best friend for as long as it took to sell you a very nice pre-owned vehicle. 

After a long and exhausting day, he found himself unable to engage in any further debates. The weariness that had settled in his bones had drained him of all his mental and emotional energy. He just nodded.