Disclaimer: Don't own DBZ. This story is rated M for adult content. Especially this chapter. So there you go.

Chapter 5

It was late when Trunks finally left the office that night. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go home and sleep or go have a drink. Goten had texted him earlier to let him know if he wanted to go have a few at the bar. He decided to go ahead and have drinks. He hadn't been drinking with Goten in a long time…and somehow he had forgotten just how much the man could put away.

At some point in the midst of drinking, Goten mentioned Pan, making Trunks nearly choke on his beverage and blush like a fiend. Goten looked at him quizzically but didn't pry. Bra had put him up to it…but maybe there was already something there. They drank a while longer before Trunks had to cut himself loose.

Kami, meeting Goten shot for shot, beer for beer, Trunks was too drunk to function when he left the bar and walked home. He didn't trust himself to even fly. He passed Pan's apartment, and looked up to see a light on in the window. Maybe he could just sleep there. She was home. He staggered up to her third-floor apartment and knocked more loudly than he meant. There was a good bit of cursing from the inside before Pan cracked the door.

"Can I sleep on the couch," he said. "Or, if you don't mind, in your bed?" She narrowed her eyes. He had been drinking with Goten. Idiot. It always turned out badly for Trunks. ALWAYS.

"No."

"Do you have someone sleeping on the couch already?"

"Not the couch," she said, voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Come in?" He rolled his eyes.

"Who is it?" a feminine voice called from behind her. "Do they want to join?" Trunks's eyebrows almost reached his hairline. Pan opened the door and let him in. He stepped in, finding a blonde emerge from the bedroom in just a garter belt and stockings. Pan was in a leather bustier, a leather thong, thigh highs and stilettos. "Oooooh!" the other girl squealed.

"Cool it, Cake," Pan said. The blonde pouted.

"But he could be so much fun. Like the last time with Philippe." Pan rested her chin in her hand and thought a second. Trunks was sure he was dreaming. She was wilder than he even imagined, although, he had daydreamed similar scenarios of late.

Pan, of course, had had every intention of seeing Trunks that night, though she planned on inviting him over; he might have one-upped her the other night, but she was back in control this time. And the fact that once he had left the bar with Goten and came straight to her apartment was golden. "Tie him up." Cake clapped her hands, breasts bouncing as she skipped across the room, back into the bedroom, where she returned with some rope and tape. Pan pulled over a dining room chair to the living room and Cake pulled Trunks over to it, pushing him down into the seat. He was still shell shocked. Was he really dreaming? Maybe he had blacked out…

"Snap out of it, sweetheart, this isn't a dream," Pan said, pulling his arms behind him and tying them tightly with rope. She tied each leg to one of the chair legs, and Cake carefully put the tape on his mouth. He looked confused. "We don't need directions from you," Pan explained. He was beginning to look nervous. "This isn't anything new to you. Besides, it's just me." And she turned and kissed Cake, a light kiss, running her tongue across perfect pink lips. Trunks felt some stirring of lust in his loins. The woman had no boundaries. Then she pushed the blonde onto the couch, dropping to her knees, level with Cake's exposed breasts and took one in her mouth. The woman moaned as Pan sucked her nipple into a hard, erect peak. She bit down on the sensitive nipple, making Cake cry out in pain with a smile on her face, running her hands through Pan's hair. Pan rose up from a kneeling position, giving Trunks an excellent, unobscured view of her perfect ass. "Pan," the blonde whined, "This isn't where we left off." Pan stood up, pulling the other woman with her.

"Your infatuation baffles me, Cake. Go get your stuff and bring the sheet off the bed," Pan conceded, watching the girl skip to the bedroom. Pan turned to Trunks, who was beginning to slowly sober up. "She doesn't want anything to do with men in her bed, unless there is one watching or fucking her in the ass. She's why I don't keep companions. But she is all right to invite over when I know you're around." Cake was returning with a very interesting array of things in her arms. She had an entire store's worth of sex toys. "She has a capsule devoted to this," Pan explained. "Which one?" the dark-haired woman asked, spreading the sheet out on the couch. Cake weighed her options and picked up a large pink vibrator with a bottle of lube. Pan took the object from Cake who was on her spread knees, supporting herself on the arm of the couch. Pan flipped the lid open on the bottle and poured a stream down the crack of her ass, running her hand up Cake's pussy to smear the greasy liquid. The blonde made a small sound in her throat, impatiently moving her hips.

Pan turned on the vibrator, making sure it was slick with oil before running it down and around Cake's nether regions, making her tremble with pleasure. "Does that feel good?" Pan asked, her voice husky.

"Really good," Cake breathed as Pan pushed the slick, pink folds between Cake's legs open to rest the vibrator tip on her clit. The other woman groaned. Pan bent down to kiss Cake's rump before smacking it soundly, leaving an angry, red mark. "Again, please Pan?" Cake asked, the whine in her voice again. Pan conceded and hit her again, getting a satisfied purr from her guest. Trunks was beyond horny. His dick was hard and throbbing, watching Pan manipulate the toy between Cake's legs. It disappeared into the wet cunt, stabbed deep and fast, which received a gasp. Pan slammed the object in and out of Cake, who mewled and stuck her ass further up in the air.

"Pussy not good enough for you little girl?" Pan asked, removing the vibrator from her and sliding it back down to rest on Cake's clit.

"No," she replied.

"Where do you want to be fucked?"

"In the ass," the girl said. Pan bit her on the ass cheek, teeth marks remaining as she pulled back.

"How do you want me to fuck you?"

"Hard. Hard and fast." Pan turned the vibrator off, setting it down on the table.

"I don't feel like it. 69 instead?"

"But you promised. Please? Pretty please?"

"Tell him how we met and I will consider it," she said, sitting down by Cake's feet on the couch. Cake hmphed and sat down properly, scooting over into Pan's lap. Pan slid her hand over the other woman's thigh and down to her clit, massaging it slowly. "Or maybe I will do this for the rest of the evening." A groan of dissatisfaction later, and Cake looked in contempt at Trunks.

"We met at a Tekco costume ball." Trunks bristled. "Pan came in dressed in a catwoman suit…the skin-tight latex kind, complete with a whip and mask. She was the hottest woman there. I was dressed as a can-can dancer…you know, like the kind in the—"

"He knows," Pan answered, giving her clit enough of a pinch to make Cake squeal.

"I had come with my girlfriend at the time, only to be discarded for some tramp she worked with. The president, PC, came over and chatted me up, but when he saw Pan, he lost his breath. And, as if on cue, Pan sauntered over to say hello. Of course, I didn't know her name was Pan. She told him her name was Candy. And from there, the night got so wild. We went back to his place and stripped for him, but, when he tried to get up to take us to bed, Pan pushed him back down in the chair. She made him watch. God it was hot…she went down on me, and I have never EVER come so hard in my life. The best part is that she left her mask on so it was like we were being extra naughty. And he was groaning because he was so hard. He was going to jack off, and Pan stopped what she was doing and took his hand away. I thought this could get really kinky, so I uncapsuled my store of toys."

"It was like Christmas," Pan said dryly.

"We tied and taped him up and then we did all sorts of things together. Then, after that, Pan decided that PC needed some attention. He had come on himself at some point but he was still super hard. And Pan gave him this delicious lap dance and said some of the nastiest things I have ever heard. She cut his clothes off with some kitchen scissors. And I remember it perfectly. Pan was standing there naked with this half mask on her face, I was brushing my hair back into place. She looked at him, at his hard dick and actually said to him, 'You know, your company is less than half the size of Capsule Corp because you are less than half the man that Trunks Briefs is. I don't know if I could even feel you inside of me.' I turned and looked at her and realized exactly what her plan was." Trunks felt a surge of pride at that point in the story. He listened more intently.

"God, it was beautiful. She got down beside him and started jacking him off…he was moaning and making some kind of weird pig noise. And she stopped and slapped him across the cheek, then grabbed his hair and jerked his head back. She licked his throat and brought her mouth up to his ear. 'If you still want to fuck me and Cake, I want you to tell me how you want us to arrange ourselves.' She pulled the tape off of his mouth and tore the skin off his lips. He was licking his lips to get the blood off. 'Before we leave you hanging.' Of course he began cursing us. She put the tape back on. We did some pretty shameful things to him, but he never got the satisfaction of touching us. We left with him hogtied, in a puddle of his come, with a rope around his ass to hold in a dildo; she took a lot of pictures and told him to keep his nose out of places it didn't belong. It was a bonding experience. We haven't ever done anything like that since. We just meet up for threesomes from time-to-time. It's fun. I like her to boss me around…it's hot." Trunks was beyond being in awe. She was a sadist. Pan was a sadist. She was into humiliating and using men.

"That was my one-time exception. I felt it was necessary after he planted a spy in the lab. I didn't even tell your mom. I think I have handled things for good with them. Don't worry, Trunksie, I'm not a sadist."

"Can we do it now?" Cake asked. Pan picked up the pink vibrator, sucked on it and slid it into Cake's ass. She groaned in pleasure and frantically began rubbing her clit; Pan manipulated the toy in and out, slowly, making the woman whimper. "Can you go faster, please?" Pan didn't pay attention. She kissed Cake's ass and shot a glance at Trunks. He was hard and fixated on Pan. Cake might as well have been anyone. She winked at him, then proceeded to help Cake rub her clit. Her hips began to rock into Pan's hand, and only then did Pan start to fuck her harder and faster, all the while steadily increasing the pressure and speed of her fingers on Cake's swollen, throbbing clit.

"Oh, Pan, please….please…more….please. GOD! MORE! MORE, PAN! I'M COMING!" she shouted, head in the couch cushion. She curled into a ball while Pan continued to work her fingers over Cake's oversensitive area, ceasing the motion of the vibrator. Cake made a jerk once her orgasm passed, pulling away from Pan's fingers. Pan slid away from the woman, putting the vibrator on the sheet.

Pan seemed unbelievably detached from the whole ordeal; there was no emotion to it. Just a physical touch. Trunks looked at her, still partially drunk but wondering exactly what emotion he was supposed to be feeling. Okay, so he was feeling horny. What he just viewed was the stuff of porno films the world round. But that was Pan, his current object of affection, who was obviously even more unruly that he originally suspected. So the other night with the two guys should have clued him in on something. And she acted so damn normal during the daytime. A cell phone was ringing from somewhere in the back. Pan went and retrieved it, handing it to Cake.

"I'll be there in a little bit. Hold on." She got up and looked at Pan. "My roommate locked herself out. I have to end early tonight. Maybe some other time?" Pan nodded. The other girl smiled a bright smiled and kissed Pan on the cheek. Then she ran to the bedroom, threw on her clothes and dashed out the door. Then she dashed back in, capsule her collection of goods, and ran back out. Pan looked at Trunks, who was lost in thought. She shook her head, pulled the sheet off the couch and threw it in the washer. She peeled off her outfit and got in the shower. When she got out, she looked out into her living room to find Trunks still sitting there, unbound but in the chair, looking mystified. She pulled on an oversized T-shirt and went to stand over him. He put his hand in hers and looked up at her. In one fell swoop, he stood and pulled her up in his arms and kissed her. He tasted like beer and mint gum.

"I don't know about you," he said into her neck. "I don't even know who you are. And all I want to do is fuck you." She slid down his body to her knees and unbuckled his pants. He was already hard. Senses overwhelmed, he didn't last very long before he came; soon thereafter he passed out on the couch.