Infinite Rebate: I Get Richer Every Time I Spend

Gracie sat on the edge of the bed in the quiet Airbnb, staring at her phone. The livestream was long over. The comments had already slowed down. Her part of the job was finished, and the damage to Switch was clear for anyone to see. She had done exactly what was asked of her.

Now she was waiting.

She gave it a few more minutes, then decided to give Durnik one last chance. She wanted to see if the old bastard still had enough sense to pay what he owed, or if he was really going to try her.

She unlocked her phone and called him.

The line rang once.

Then again.

Then a third time.

Gracie’s jaw tightened with every unanswered ring. She was already close to hanging up when the call finally connected.

There was a short pause on the other end.

Then she heard movement. A low breath. The faint sound of skin against skin.

"Where the hell is my money?" Gracie’s voice came out sharp and cold the moment the line opened. "Or are you going to sit there and pretend you don’t see the results? I did exactly what you asked. The numbers are in the toilet. Now pay me."

She was already raising her voice by the end of the sentence.

On the other side of the call, Durnik barely reacted to her tone.

He was sitting deep in his office chair with Lena on top of him. Her skirt was pushed up around her waist, panties pulled to the side, and his cock was buried inside her.

He had one hand gripping her hip and the other resting on the curve of her ass as she moved up and down on him in a steady rhythm.

He gave her ass a firm spank, the sound soft but clear enough to travel through the phone.

"Ride it faster," he muttered, his voice low and rough, more focused on the woman in his lap than the one on the call. "Faster. Shake that ass for me."

Lena let out a shaky moan and obeyed. She planted her feet better on either side of the chair and started bouncing harder, her wet pussy sliding up and down his cock with slick, filthy sounds.

"Yes, Daddy... ahh... give it to me... yes... ahh..." she moaned, not even trying to keep her voice down.

Gracie went still.

For a second she thought she had misheard.

Then the sounds continued. The wet rhythm of sex. The soft slap of skin. Lena’s open, shameless moaning.

This old bastard was fucking someone while she was on the phone demanding the money he owed her.

Gracie’s face slowly hardened. The disbelief in her eyes shifted into something colder and sharper.

Durnik let out a short, satisfied breath, still lifting his hips to meet Lena’s movements. He adjusted the phone slightly against his shoulder and spoke with almost lazy amusement.

"Why don’t you come over to my office?" he said. "We can discuss your payment properly."

The way he said it left very little room for interpretation. His voice was calm, almost casual, but the meaning underneath was obvious. He had no intention of sending the money.

He wanted her in the office. He wanted her in the same room, close enough to touch, close enough to put in the same position Lena was in right now.

Gracie’s fingers tightened around the phone until her knuckles lightened.

She finally saw the full picture.

This had never been a clean business arrangement.

Ever since she first started rising on TikTok, Durnik had been circling her. He sent messages. He asked her out. He transferred money for no clear reason, bought expensive gifts, and kept finding excuses to stay in contact.

She had taken whatever he sent and ignored every invitation. She had no interest in sleeping with him, no matter how much money he threw around.

The only reason she had agreed to this particular job was the number he put on the table. Half a billion. It was large enough that even she had paused. With his position and resources, she had actually believed he would not dare cheat her after she delivered results this clean and this fast.

She had misread him.

He had used her audience as a weapon against Switch, and now that the job was done, he was trying to change the payment into something else entirely. A visit to his office. A "discussion." Most likely a threesome with the woman currently moaning on his cock.

Lena’s voice came through the phone again, breathy and loud.

"Ahh... Daddy, it’s so deep... wait~ahh~"

Durnik gave a low chuckle and spanked her ass again, harder this time. The wet sound of their bodies meeting grew clearer.

Gracie listened to all of it in silence, her expression turning colder by the second.

She had been treated like a tool. First for his business problem, and now for his personal entertainment.

Her thumb hovered over the screen for a moment. Then she ended the call without another word.

The silence in the Airbnb felt heavier than before.

Gracie sat there for a few seconds, phone still in her hand, staring at the dark screen. A slow, humorless smile pulled at the corner of her mouth.

For a moment she just sat there, staring at the dark screen. Then she let out a short breath and put the phone down.

"No."

Her voice was quiet, but firm.

She reached for her other phone~the one she used for streaming ~ and unlocked it. The plan forming in her head was simple. She didn’t need a complicated scheme or a long speech. She had created the damage in under two hours. She could undo most of it just as fast.

Gracie opened her streaming app, fixed her hair with one hand, and stared at her own reflection on the screen for a second. The anger was still there, but it had settled into something calmer and more deliberate.

If Durnik wanted to play games with her money and her time, then she would simply take back what she had given him.

She hit the button to go live.

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