Valerie Harmon felt jealous, but her chemistry skills couldn't help with the project.
David asked, "Valerie, can you use computers? If so, you could help Yoko. I'd pay you."
Valerie answered honestly, "No, I study chemistry. I don't know much about programming."
David chuckled, "Here's ten thousand dollars. Take care of Yoko for me, please. Don't say no, we met for a reason. Keep it. Let's eat, then catch a movie. I'll drive you back after."
He grinned, everything falling into place. To rise, he needed cash. Without it, he was stuck. Money was everything. Swapping points for money felt good, but it didn't last. Real wealth came from steady profits, not quick wins.
At the movie, David chose an adult film, mixing regular scenes with flashes of naked breasts and sexy moments. Yoko Suzuki and Valerie blushed, eyes fixed on the screen. During the film, David softly grabbed Yoko's hand. Her shocked gaze met his as he laced their fingers, palms touching, hands locked tight. This quiet flirting made Yoko shy, her face red, her heart pounding, but she didn't pull away.
After the movie, David stayed cool, making no big moves. He drove the girls back to Raccoon University, saying, "See you next time. Goodnight."
"Goodnight!" Yoko and Valerie waved, watching his car disappear before coming back to reality.
"You're rich now!" Valerie teased.
"Just got lucky," Yoko replied, smiling, though her thoughts about David felt messy.
David didn't go home. After a call to check in, he drove to an apartment and rang the bell. Jill Valentine, just out of the shower, peeked through the peephole. Her face changed when she saw David, but she opened the door after a pause. "Why are you here? Mmph!"
David's lips, smelling of booze, cut her off. He slipped inside, locking the door. "Jill, I love you. Give me your body," he whispered, kissing her neck, hands roaming her curves, teasing her sensitive spots.
Jill's weak pushback faded as he touched her. Her mouth opened, eyes foggy. "Stop… ah… easy… we said last time was the end… ah… if you keep going, you're a beast… no… oh…"
David lifted Jill, carrying her to the bedroom. He placed her on the bed, stripped fast, and climbed over her. "Then I'm a beast. For you, I'll be one. Jill, I'm sorry, you're too tempting. I can't stop. I'm a beast!"
"No… ah… slow… oh… too deep… easy… ah…" Jill moaned, grabbing David's hair, helpless. Her legs spread wider, letting him thrust easier. * His dick in my pussy broke me. * That hot, thick cock filled her empty, itchy pussy to the brim. The feeling was so good, she couldn't fight it.
Soon, the room filled with the sound of their bodies slapping together. Jill's complaints turned to wild moans as she lost control. She gasped hard, unable to resist the joy. When David slowed, Jill's foot tapped his butt, begging him to go bolder, to fuck her harder.
The heat made every touch sharper. Joy hit strong, her eyes rolling back, her breaths rough. David held her tight, cumming inside her, then fell asleep with her in his arms, ignoring her soft grumbles. They slept like lovers.
Next morning, David woke Jill by fucking her again. No tiredness, just need. Jill groaned, "I have an exam today."
"I'll be fast, I'll cum quick. I bought you a car. We'll see it after," David panted, kissing her, thrusting quicker, his dick growing. "I'm cumming inside!"
Jill sighed, giving in. * He's cum in me so much, one more won't matter. * Her slim waist wiggled, her hips rose, meeting his thrusts to let his dick sink deeper. "Cum then."
David gripped her round ass hard. Jill's pussy was wet, its walls twitching, ready to climax. Her pussy squeezed his dick, pulling out every drop. "Ah… can't hold it… cumming… all for you… you slut… Jill… my wife… have my kid!"
"Cum!" Jill's eyes blurred, her body shaking. His hot cum poured in, slamming her womb, filling her up. She screamed, her orgasm sending her to the clouds.
After catching their breath, David carried Jill to the shower, washing her weak body. His hands wandered, squeezing her ass and breasts. Once clean and dressed, they went downstairs. Jill stared at the new SUV, her eyes torn. "Thanks."
"You're my wife, I'll treat you right. Let's get breakfast, then head to your exam. Call me if you need help, I'll fix it," David said, kissing her cheek. Jill didn't dodge or lean in, quietly agreeing.
* Fuck her enough, make her cum hard, and even the toughest woman falls for you, * David thought.
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The next few days, David kept busy, starting his company under Cindy Lennox's name. He'd taken over Raccoon City's gangs, boosting safety and cutting crime. He controlled local businesses, with no one to challenge him. With Mayor Michael Warren's support, he pushed into other cities, grabbing more profits. More people meant more power.
"You want to do logistics?" Barry Burton asked, catching on after David's questions.
"Yeah, a delivery network, plus a website for online shopping. I've got some businesses on board. They pay nothing extra and get the ease," David said, knowing e-commerce could rake in cash. Get enough users, and the money would flow.
As they spoke, David's phone rang. Albert Wesker's voice came through. "Free? Meet me at 63 Raccoon Street."
"Twenty minutes," David replied, hanging up to wrap up with Barry.
Barry, an ex-soldier, had contacts, perfect for hiring drivers. Soon, David reached Wesker's spot. Wesker opened the door. "Come in. Someone wants you."
In the living room, Alexia Ashford sat on the sofa, dressed in a crisp white suit, a watch shining on her wrist. Her long legs crossed, her pants tight, showing off her curves. Her full ass stood out, her breasts small but perky, with potential. Her gorgeous face had a pale, sick glow, her look proud, unshaken even with Wesker there. This woman was a force.
"Alexia, good to meet you. You wanted me?" David grinned, offering a hand, eyes sparkling. * She's got that queen vibe. So damn sexy. My dick's hard already. *
Alexia noticed, her brows tightening, her lashes flickering with disgust. "Who else?"
"Maybe Spencer. Who knows? Don't take it wrong, I've got a problem," David said, pointing to his erection. "Sex addiction. Always up. Don't mind it."
Alexia's face stayed steady, though she doubted him inside. "No need to explain. Sit. My brother said you know a lot about secrets."
"Enough. What info do you need?" David lit a cigarette, leaning back. "If it's about fixing your illness, it's tough, but not hopeless. Not now, maybe later."
Alexia's rare disease was almost untreatable with today's tech. David had points, though. With a sample, he could tweak it using points. It was a risk, but doable. If it didn't work, an upgraded T-virus could stretch her life, if not cure her.
Her eyes narrowed, not happy but cautious. "Don't bother with my health. I heard you're launching an internet company. I want in."
"Fine. Need intel? Ask me. If I know, I'll share, but it'll cost," David agreed, sensing a test. Alexia wasn't soft. She was fiercely herself, raised by Umbrella but not loyal to Spencer. She'd even tricked him out of millions and ran.
"I need trucks to start the delivery network, then launch online shopping. If it grows, we're talking a billion in daily profit, at least. No limit," David said, his guess modest. A big platform meant endless cash. In America, monopolies were money. Capital ruled, and he had the nerve to grab it.
"That's fine. I can get what you need. What do you know about Umbrella?" Alexia asked, her legs shifting, her moves sharp, not flirty, but powerful.
David didn't flinch at her vibe. "Not much. Umbrella's wobbly. Problems inside, enemies outside. Bad lab habits caused leaks. Rivals steal their people. For now, it's okay, still a big name everyone wants in on. But when the flaws break open, it'll crash. Hard."
"Like what?" Alexia's eyes tightened, her voice heavy.
"Easy. A biohazard outbreak. A city full of zombies. Think that stays hidden?" David smirked.
"No way," Alexia snapped, brushing it off.
"Up to you. If a virus hits the water, spreads through sewers, rats carry it, you've got mutants in two weeks. Then it's what I said. You're good for now, your waste plants are solid, and Sergei's in. Mass-making Tyrants? Simple. Ivan-type Tyrants are great guards. That's it. Gonna shoot me?" David's grin was sly, his eyes on hers.
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