Dominance Evolution System: Sweat, Sex, and Streetball-Chapter 211: Exactly What It Looked Like

The hidden space behind the wall went quiet as Victoria’s footsteps faded down the hall. Nash let out a slow breath, tickling Dahlia’s neck.

The tight feeling in his body started to ease up. Dahlia leaned against him, her sweaty body going soft in his arms. A small, happy sigh slipped out.

"She’s gone... oh god, she’s gone," she whispered. Her voice shook from being tired and scared.

Nash loosened his grip a bit so she could breathe better. His hands moved down to her hips.

"Yeah. That was close. But we’re safe for now."

His mind was already thinking ahead. His eyes got used to the small bit of light coming through the crack in the panel. The messy papers and old folders around them seemed important, and now the big bad evil was gone. He gave a soft push to Dahlia.

"Come on, Dahlia. We have to go. Get your clothes, but be quiet. Victoria might come back any second."

Dahlia nodded, her hands shaking. She pulled away from him with some work; their sticky skin coming apart like tape. She reached for her towel and clothes in the dark.

"Okay... okay..." But when she tried to stand, a wave of good feelings from before hit her again. She made a soft sound and sank more into him.

Nash couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed her by the armpits to keep her up.

"No time for that, move, Dahlia. Hold your clothes, we’re going now. We can’t be here if she comes back."

He pushed the panel farther open, looked out quickly, and shoved her through first. He was right behind, his hand on her lower back, making her go quicker.

"Faster, pick up what you dropped and go to the door. I’ll look for any mess we left. Move, move!"

They rushed out into the office, their hearts beating hard. Dahlia grabbed her things tighter and almost tripped from going so fast. Nash looked around quickly, wiping a wet spot on the floor with his sleeve, checking for anything they missed.

"Side hall, go!"

Dahlia nodded quickly, holding her clothes as if they were her life.

She reached the door first, her hand on the handle, ready to bolt. But she paused, looking back. Nash was lingering by the wall, eyes darting around like he was scanning for something.

"Nash, come on!" she whispered urgently. "What are you doing? She can come back, hurry!"

"Wait," Nash said low, not moving yet. "Just a second."

He glanced at her, hiding a small grin.

"I’ve got an idea. Trust me, give me thirty seconds. You go ahead."

Meanwhile, Victoria rushed through the hall of the Midnight Rest, running probably faster than she ever had in her entire life. She moved like an unstoppable force, pushing past couples, ignoring any complaints, phone at her ear.

"Rico," she yelled into the phone. "Lock every exit. Doors, windows, toilets, everything. Don’t let this bitch get away."

"Got it, Ma’am," Rico said quickly, sounding nervous.

Victoria hung up. She reached the main door, ready to storm out.

But then she paused.

She stood still, not moving, frowning deeply. Something felt wrong. Nia, Nia, always Nia. Ok, there was Nia, and she was in the most suspicious location, but... wasn’t this course of events quite convenient?

Where was the King of Rats?

She glanced behind her, eyes narrowing. No, she wasn’t leaving yet. She had to check again. That was way too convenient to leave now.

She stormed back the way she came, passing worried looks from staff, heading straight for her office.

She passed like lightning, people giving her worried looks. Staff stopped their strange way of working as she rushed by. No one said a word; they’d never seen her look this mad, so better stay out of her way for now.

She reached her office door and pushed it open, making it bang against the wall.

The room was quiet, just like before, but this time, she wouldn’t ignore any shift, even any change in the position of dust since the moment she had left.

She walked carefully around the room, her heels making quiet sounds on the floor. She sniffed the air, something smelled off.

It was faint, like someone that been there very recently. Her nose wrinkled. She couldn’t tell if it was her, so she decided to believe it was them.

They had been there; they had to have been here.

She paused by the desk, her fingers running over the papers. Nothing looked moved. But her skin tingled. She moved to the wall, the one that she wanted to check before.

The panel slid open slowly: dust, the old files she knew, and shadows. No living beings there, and hard to say if any were.

She stared for a long moment. Her breath was calm, but her mind was boiling.

If they weren’t even there, then where?? What did I miss?

She pulled back and closed the panel with a push.

She turned around slowly, eyes looking at her office.

The chair, no marks. The lamp, straight. The carpet... did it feel wet? She paused in the middle, head tilted, listening. The silence mocked her.

She stood still for several seconds, not moving at all. Her frown was deep, like she was thinking hard about something bad. The room felt too quiet, too empty.

She stared at the wall for a long time, her mind racing, then she turned slowly and walked toward her desk.

She sat down heavily, the chair creaking under her. She reached for her computer and opened it quickly. The screen lit up with a blue glow, casting shadows on her face. She tapped a few keys, pulling up the live cameras.

There was another way, not really effective, but better than walking around like an idiot: the video surveillance cameras.

She needed to see what Nash and Dahlia did, review their moves from when they came in, up to the upper floor, where there was no camera.

She wanted to catch them and find something wrong with their behavior or the way they walked. She opened the views from the halls and main areas.

The feeds popped up, showing the brothel’s busy night on live, but before she could select the replays, something caught her eye, and they widened.

Minutes later, Victoria’s heels pounded the hallway as she rushed back, accompanied by two security staff.

They reached a room and, with a bang, shoved open the door.

Then, they froze at the spectacle.

Inside, Nash and Dahlia were fucking like wild beasts on the rumpled bed.

Nash had Dahlia pinned in a brutal mating press, her toned legs folded back to her shoulders, knees crushed against her heaving tits as he slammed down with phenomenal power.

His massive, veined cock plunged in and out of her dripping pussy, stretching her wide, the obscene bulge in her flat belly swelling grotesquely with each deep thrust, hitting her cervix like a battering ram.

Sweat flew off them in sprays, Dahlia’s dark, olive skin glistening like oil, her heavy breasts bouncing wildly, nipples hard and dark as she arched and thrashed.

She squirted explosively, her juices gushing out in forceful arcs with every slam, splattering the sheets, Nash’s abs, and even the walls in messy bursts.

Dahlia seemed drunk with pleasure, her eyes rolled back, her mouth slightly open, uttering muffled, pleading moans.

"Nash! Yes! Fuck me harder! Fill me up, daddy!" her body convulsing, sending sweat and squirt flying everywhere like a storm.

She gave it all, hips bucking up to meet his pounds, nails raking his back, inviting more with wild grabs.

Victoria stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide, mouth slightly open.

What the hell was that? She had found the scene on camera and immediately rushed to them, just to confirm that the weirdest outcome hadn’t happened.

There was this possibility, yes, they could have just come to fuck, this room was on the upper floor near her office. No one had clearly seen them entering her office, so this could explain everything.

But... well, it didn’t matter at the moment. Dahlia was supposed to stalk Nash, so what the hell was she doing being fucked?

Nash kept pounding Dahlia without a pause, his hips slamming hard, but Dahlia’s eyes flickered open through the haze, spotting her boss.

A sly smile spread on her face, her body still bucking up to meet Nash’s thrusts.

"Ahh—Vic... toria!" Dahlia moaned, her voice slurred like she’d drunk too much. "Watch me... take it all—oh fuck, Nash! He’s... so good... best cock ever! Join us—come on... ahh, yes! Feel how he... fills me—god, he’s a beast!"

Her dark skin was shining with sweat, squirting again in a hot gush that splashed Victoria’s thighs.

She was completely frozen, and next to her, her staff members couldn’t retain their support.

"Holy shit, look at them go... she’s taking that monster like a champ," one whispered, envious, her thighs pressing together. "I’d kill for a pounding like that..."

"Yeah, girl’s living the dream," the other added.

Victoria twisted her face, finally gathering the strength to talk.

"What the fuck is this?"

Nash looked up mid-thrust, his face shifting to fake surprise, like he’d just noticed her standing there.

"Fancy seeing you here, boss,"

He grunted, slamming deeper into Dahlia, his thick cock burying to the hilt, the bulge in her belly pulsing.

"AHh! NASH! YES!" Dahlia screamed in ecstasy, her body arching off the bed as she squirted hard, soaking his balls and the sheets in a messy flood.

Victoria blinked.

"What the..."

Nash didn’t stop, his hips rolling slowly for a moment, then ramming hard again.

"You finish up with Nia already?" he asked casually, like they were chatting over coffee, not while he pounded Dahlia senseless. "Is she okay?"

Victoria’s brow furrowed deeper, not understanding. Nia? That moment in her office? So he was aware of it...

"What are you talking about? Nia?"

"Yeah," Nash explained, flipping Dahlia over smoothly and mounting her from behind without missing a beat.

His hands gripped her hips hard, pulling her back onto his cock as he thrust like thunder, her ass rippling with each impact, squirt flying in arcs again.

"Had a meeting planned with her here tonight, for the usual stuff, you know, release some steam. But she flaked. Said she wanted to chat with you first, clear some stuff. Figured she was with you when she didn’t show. Dahlia was around, so... decided to kill time with her instead."

He punctuated the last word with a deep, brutal thrust, burying himself fully as he came, hot ropes of cum erupting deep inside her, filling her pussy to overflowing.

Foam bubbled out around his shaft, creamy and thick, shocking the staff girls who gasped wide-eyed.

"Holy shit..." one whispered, hand between her legs. "Insane load."

"Wish that was me."

They started fingering themselves, envious. Victoria didn’t seem angry anymore, so they could go back to their degenerate self, right?

The boss herself was frozen.

She was prepared for many scenarios, but this... This easily beat everything.

Then, her phone buzzed again. She brought it to her ear slowly.

"What?"

Rico’s voice came through.

"Ma’am... I found Nia."

On the other hand, in Hangar 47, inside the corridor leading to the team bathrooms, Nia stepped out of the women’s toilet, stretching her arms high above her head with a long, satisfied sigh.

Her tight outfit clung to her curves, hair slightly messy from whatever she’d been doing in there. She rolled her shoulders, muttering to herself with a lazy grin.

"Ahh... finally feeling better. That was a long one."

Rico stood frozen a few feet away, phone still pressed to his ear, eyes wide like he’d seen a ghost. He stared at her as if she had grown a second head.

Nia noticed him and tilted her head, smirking.

"Oh, hey, Staff member I’ve never seen before. What’s with the face? You look like you saw a dead body."

Rico blinked, mouth opening and closing before words came out.

"Where... where the hell were you?"

Nia laughed softly, stepping closer, her hips swaying slightly.

"Oh, you wanna know? You wanna really, really know what I was doing in a hidden place? Ouh, this is funny. Should I tell? Or not? Ah, whatever..."

She leaned closer to his ear.

"I was busy taking a shit, genius."

Then, she leaned back a little, a hand on her chest.

"Why? Were you peeping or something? Standing outside the door listening? Didn’t know you had that kind of kink, Staff member I’ve never seen before. Kinda disgusting, even for you."

Rico turned bright red, but quickly brushed it off.

"I... I wasn’t... Argh, the office! It’s locked from the inside. Why?"

Nia blinked, acting surprised.

"From the inside? What do you mean from the inside?" She crossed her arms, tilting her head innocently. "I closed it when I left. Locked it properly. And the key is right where Victoria always puts it, in that little drawer by the door. You checked?"

Rico fumbled with his own words. He looked so smart when he said it was locked from the inside. Why did she have to resurrect just to put the blame on him?

"But... but... the light’s on inside."

Nia shrugged, her grin turning wickedly teasing.

"Light’s on? Huh. I’m sure I turned it off when I left... or maybe... maybe not?" She tapped her chin, pretending to think hard. "Oops? Memory’s fuzzy after taking that massive dump earlier. Who knows, girls keep a part of their memory in the intestines, so the more you shit, the more you become stupid... And anal sex prevents it. You know what they say, if your brain can’t be trusted, get your ass burst."

Rico stared at her, mouth half-open, completely lost.

Victoria heard every word through the phone. Her face slowly paling, eyes flicking back to the bed where Nash was still buried deep in Dahlia, thrusting with slow strokes while Dahlia moaned.

The staff beside her were openly touching themselves now.

She knew.

She’d been played. Completely. Thoroughly.

Something had happened in her office. Something big.

Nia had done something, Nash had done something, Dahlia too.

But she had no proof. Not a single shred.

She knew they were playing her, but she couldn’t prove it.

She pulled the phone away from her ear, arms dropping limp to her sides.