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Another Quin story Captured Caroline
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Scattered Scenes 2: "Photo Opportunity"
by Quin
(MF, Cons, No Bondage)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Date: 1998/04/27
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has been posted only to an appropriate group on the Internet. If it is
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The author explicitly prohibits.
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written permission of the author.
This work is copyright TM Quin 1997.
All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not
necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this
story, some of which are dangerous or illegal.
Quin 1997
tmquin@ibm.net
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Scattered Scenes 2: "Photo Opportunity" by Quin
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At the street corner the girl stopped to check her directions. She
squinted for a few moments at piece of paper trying to make sense of
the spidery unintelligible writing. She could make out a couple of
street names but the rest was unclear. Furtively she took the small
map out of her pocket and quickly checked it. She didn't have much by
way of street smarts but even she knew that appearing to be a tourist
around here could be dangerous.
Especially if you're dressed like a slut.
The map suggested that the place she wanted was only two blocks down.
Caroline sighed with relief, Brenda's instructions although detailed
had assumed that she'd be taking a cab. Caroline gave a wan smile; if
she'd had the cab fare then she wouldn't have needed to do something
this desperate.
There came the whirl of an electric window and she jumped back. While
she had been reading a large black sedan had whispered up and parked
on the street next to her. The man inside was quite young and from
his clothes fairly successful. He lent over and leered at her through
the window, taking in the leather jacket, the tight leather miniskirt
and the high heeled vinyl boots.
"How much?" he asked, a smug smile on his face.
Caroline panicked and started to run; which wasn't that easy in heels.
She'd made perhaps half a block before she had to stop. The boots
hadn't been easy to walk in, even on Brenda's level carpeted floors.
Out here on the uneven streets they were proving a nightmare. She
doubted she could run very far and certainly not with any speed. She
looked around. The John had gone in search of a whore who wouldn't
run away from him; the other people ignored her as if nothing had
happened. She shivered, it was on streets like these that people
could disappear without trace. Trying not to look any more
conspicuous she quickly checked out her surroundings. Her side of the
street seemed quiet, a few boarded up buildings and some bums tapping
people for change. Over on the other side a bar was open, loud music
and even louder patrons spilling out through the doors and on to the
street. Scanning the sidewalk she suddenly came across a small group
of Mexican kids who were stood outside the bar watching her. There
was a something in their eyes, a need, a hostility that she'd seen
only one place before.
No!
Panicked she started walking down the street as fast as the boots
would allow. She was too terrified to look back, fearing that they
would see it as a sign of weakness, an invitation to attack. She held
her breath listening for the tell tale sound of running feet but the
click of her own heels and the constant traffic drowned it out. The
street was full of people and ordinarily she would hope that would
give her some safety, but in this neighborhood she couldn't be sure.
Here she could be raped and murdered in front of a dozen witnesses.
Up ahead she saw the block she was seeking. Here there were
businesses other than pawn shops and liquor stores. A bakery and a
small cluster of boutiques seemed to be huddled together for mutual
protection. This still wasn't the best area, but the presence of
women and children on the streets made her feel a little safer.
Quickly she ran across the junction as if she were crossing some kind
of a border. Once she was on the other side of the road she slowed
down but she didn't stop until she was outside the first of the shops.
Then, summoning up her courage she looked back. The Mexicans were
nowhere in sight, assuming at they had moved at all. With a sigh of
relief she walked on.
The store she wanted was in the middle of the block, a small
unassuming place tucked between the bakery and a drugstore. Caroline
peered in through the window at the framed portraits and wedding
photo's. It looked respectable enough, if Brenda hadn't told her what
went on here she wouldn't have believed it. She glanced down at the
smiling graduation photograph of a particularly attractive blonde.
Was that how they found their models? Did a girl come in here for
pictures and the photographer just sort of mention that she could make
a few extra bucks if she let him photograph her naked?
She looked at her dim reflection in the glass. The outfit had been
borrowed from her friend Brenda. It consisted of a black leather
jacket, tight leather micro mini skirt and a pair of knee high vinyl
boots with a three inch heel. She looked like a whore, in fact she'd
said as much to Brenda but the older girl had just shrugged. "It pays
to advertise," She'd said, "Besides you want him to like you right?"
The question was did she? Brenda had made it quite clear the sort of
things a girl would have to do to make this guy *like* her. To
Brenda, who measured how good a time she'd had by how little of it she
remembered, this was no big deal but to Caroline Conway, minister's
daughter, it was a very big deal indeed. Yet, if she didn't get this
job there seemed little hope of making the rent before the end of the
week. Failure meant eviction, returning home to Iowa in financial
disgrace....
Returning home to Iowa.
She shivered and pulled the leather jacket tighter around her body as
if it could protect her. As if anything could. Failure was not an
option. If this job involved having sex with the guy then she'd just
close her eyes and get on with it, she'd even pretend to enjoy it if
that's what it took. With renewed determination she took a deep
breath and pushed the door.
Nothing happened. The door was locked.
Peering through the glass again she noticed for the first time that
the lights were off. The shop was closed but that made no sense,
Brenda had seemed so sure of the time and day. She looked again at
the scrap of paper and at Brenda's scribbled instructions. The
address was right, even the name over the door, it still didn't make
sense. She was about to give up when she noticed the two words at the
bottom of the paper that had been obscured by her thumb. It took a
second to make out the scrawl but eventually she got it. The words
said "side door."
Looking around she noticed a small side alley between the store and
the bakery. Nervously she worked her way down the alley until she
came to a large armored door. On the wall next to it was a bell box
with a built in video camera. With her heart in her throat she pushed
the button.
"Yes?" The voice squeaked.
"M..mr Jenson? My names Carol.. I'm a friend of Brenda's."
"What do you want?" The voice demanded.
"Bren s..said you may have an opening for a model.... She said you'd
see me today."
"Brenda you say?"
"Y..yes."
"We're closed today. Come back tomorrow."
Caroline panicked, she'd assumed that she'd be leaving with Brenda in
a cab. While she still had enough bus fare to get home the trip back
was dangerous especially dressed like this. She looked at the failing
light, summoned up her remaining courage and decided to go for it.
After all Brenda had said it paid to advertise....
With a trembling hand she unbuttoned the front of the leather jacket.
Underneath a latex halter top did it's best to make her look busty.
She thrust her none too impressive cleavage at the camera.
"Please Mr. Jenson. I need to call a cab, I can't walk back to the
bus stop dressed like this."
There was a pause and then the door buzzed. "Ok," the voice said,
"but be quick."
Gratefully she stepped inside. She found herself in a short corridor
with two doors off to the right. The first door opened into a small
space that seemed full of photography equipment. It had backdrops in
pastel shades, colorful plastic plants and of course the fluffy rug
you photograph babies on. This was where he did his legitimate
business, she thought, where proud mothers brought their babies for
the rug shots and high school girls posed for graduation photographs
in front of the bland backgrounds. Sighing she closed the door and
continued down the corridor.
The second door opened into a much larger area full of a variety of
props and backgrounds. Glancing at one wall she found that a metal
lattice work had been bolted to it and that locked to that were a
variety of cuffs, whips and chains. Despite herself she shivered, it
was all too familiar. In the opposite corner stood a queen sized four
poster bead with a canopy. There was a bedside table complete with
lamp, phone and alarm clock. The corner even had wallpaper and a
small square of carpet. She blinked in amazement, it looked for all
the world like someone had stolen the complete corner of another room
and brought it here.
"The phone's over here."
She turned. In the center of the room was a table in front of which
stood a man in his early thirties. On the table was a lightbox that
threw macabre shadows on the walls, the man was taking slides and
strips of film from the lightbox and examining them with an eyeglass.
"Well, are you going to stand there all day?" He demanded without
looking up, "Come on in."
Caroline felt the blood rushing to her cheeks but she said nothing.
Nervously she pulled the mini down a little, it had a tendency to ride
up when she moved and it covered little enough already. For a second
her resolve almost failed her but then she remembered what Brenda had
taught her. Taking a deep breath she tried as hard as possible to
think sexy. Under her breath she whispered the magic words, "Show
time!"
Hesitantly at first but then with increasing confidence she strutted
towards him, letting the rhythm of her heels do the talking. She
could see that she had his attention so she added a little wiggle of
the ass to hold it. She watched with a strange calmness as his eyes
scanned her body from head to toe. When his eyes finally settled
again on her face he had that familiar look of lust in his eyes. She
managed to suppress her shiver.
"Well hello," he purred presenting a hand covered in soft rubber
surgical gloves. He noticed her look. "Oh, sorry but dust and
fingerprints are bad for negatives and it pays to take precautions.
"I'm Anthony Jenson but my friends call me Tony. You said your name
was Carol?"
For a second she considered correcting him but then she thought better
of it. Let "Carol" the slut be the one who posed for pornographic
photo's and slept with photographers.
"Yes," she said finally, "Carol McNeil."
"Glad to meet you," he said amicably, "You say you're a friend of
Bren's?"
"Y...yes. She said you were looking for new models?"
He frowned, "Well not explicitly. I mean variety is the life blood of
this business but I don't need to actively recruit."
There was obviously some kind of confusion here, she realized, but
there was a quick way to sort this out. "Is Bren here," Caroline
asked stripping off the jacket so that he could get a good look at the
halter top.
"No, I had to call her this morning and tell her there was no point
turning up. Electrical problems you see, we only got the power back
on in here about half an hour ago. I'd rather not pay a model to sit
around while I pay an electrician to mess about with my fusebox."
Caroline shivered. The only reason she'd agreed was on the
understanding that Brenda would be here to act as chaperone and moral
support. Now she was alone with this man.
"D...did Bren mention me?" She asked hopefully. If he knew she was
coming she might be able to tap him for the cab fare.
"Sorry, she never mentioned anyone called Carol." He paused, "Come to
think of it , she's been murmuring about bringing a friend along for
some time but I'd assumed it was just to watch."
"S..she said that there'd be work..." Her voice trailed off in
disappointment.
He seemed to think for a while then gave a sudden unexpected laugh.
"Why the little minx! Tell me Carol do you have any objections to
lesbian scenes?"
Caroline was shocked but somehow she kept it out of her voice,
"W..why?"
He smiled, "You want to know what I think? I had Brenda booked for an
hour this morning, that's worth about two hundred dollars for a
popular girl like her. Usually we work the whole morning but I've
used her a lot recently and my customers are getting a little tired of
her. I told her last week that I'd be getting a new girl. I see it
all now! I bet she was hoping to talk me into doing a girl on girl
shoot with you rather than hiring another model. If she charged say,
three hundred an hour for the two of you she'd still make some extra
money and freeze out the competition. She needs a gimmick you see,
she realizes that if she doesn't get a new angle I'll drop her."
Caroline shivered. Brenda wouldn't do that to her. Would she?
"You know that might even work. Lezbo stuff's popular this year...."
"But Brenda's not here?" Caroline asked her voice almost cracking.
"Unfortunately no, but there is always next time. So you want to
model for me do you? Have any experience, erotic dancing, catalogue
work?"
"No," she admitted, "but Bren said that you always had a look out for
pretty girls." She blushed, "People do say that I'm pretty."
He looked her over, "Well, sweetheart you ain't chopped liver that's
for sure. As to if we'll be doing any business, that depends on the
results of your screen test. I've seen a lot of pretty girls who look
like dogs to a camera and a lot of not so pretty girls that the lens
just loves. Cameras aren't the human eye you see, they don't view the
world like we do."
She looked disappointed.
He though for a while. "Hell, why not! You're here, the power's back
on and," he glanced at his watch, "we have time. Do you want to
audition?"
"N..now?" Without Brenda here she felt her courage evaporate.
"Well yes? That *is* why you're here right?"
She nodded.
"Don't worry," he said, "if you're any good then it's hardly in my
interest to scare you off is it? Besides, unlike some of the ass
holes in this business I do pay for auditions, not full rate of
course, we won't know how good you are until I develop the film but
I'll pay you a hundred an hour.
Right now one hundred dollars could make a lot of difference; at the
very least it would get her home unmolested.
"Ok," she said, " I suppose that'll be ok."
"Good," he said, "I need to get some papers for you to sign. While
I'm gone strip off."
"S..strip," She stammered.
He looked puzzled, "Well of course. Brenda told you the kind of
pictures we take here right?"
Caroline nodded.
"Well, I need to get an idea what you look like naked. It's logical
if you think about it."
With a trembling hand she started unzipping the miniskirt.
He smiled, "Good girl, it isn't so bad once you get used to the idea."
Still smiling he turned and headed off into another room.
Caroline started to strip. As bad as the slut outfit was it still
covered her body and as she removed it she started to feel more and
more vulnerable. Finally she stood naked shifting her weigh from foot
to foot as she waited nervously for his return. A few minutes later
he bounced in with two sheets of laser printed paper which he put on
the table.
He gave her a pen, "Put your name and address on them then sign at the
bottom."
Out of habit she started reading them.
"No need to worry," he said, "they're standard boilerplate contracts.
This one is a model release. It says that I own the rights to the
photographs and that you agree to my use of your image. This second
one certifies that you are over twenty one and legally an adult."
Caroline swallowed. She was nineteen and by that definition underage
but if she told him she wouldn't get the job. For a second she
hesitated trying to rationalize her deception. Finally she decided
that she wasn't going to use her real name anyway so "Carol McNeil"
could be over twenty one. Picking up the pen she filled in the forms
and signed where he indicated.
"Do you have anything with your age on it, driver's license, insurance
card?" He glanced down at the skimpy outfit on the floor, "Guess not
huh? Well, never mind. Just remember to bring something for next
time ok?"
She nodded and watched as he started circling her body.
Coming in front of her he suddenly smiled. "Stand straight,
sweetheart. Good, now spread your legs a little. Put your hands
behind your head and arch your back."
Her face burned with humiliation but she did as she asked. She
flinched but did not otherwise object as he cupped one of her breasts
in his hand.
"Th...they're real," She offered.
"Of course they are honey; no one pays for small ones."
She blushed, but again said nothing. His hand departed to lightly
brush her ass; leaving a tit with a very hard nipple. She gasped in
surprise, she had always feared that her body wouldn't react properly
to such gentle stimulus but there was something about the situation,
her nakedness perhaps or the mild humiliation that was acting as a
definite turn on. Unbidden a musky odor started to rise from her
rapidly dampening pussy. She could tell from his face that he'd
noticed but he made no further comment.
"Kid, you're beautiful!" He whispered. There was an odd, almost
reverential quality in his voice that she found quite comforting.
He seemed to collect himself then said, "Ok, we have slightly over an
hour before I have to set off downtown. I figure we'll do three sets
to see what kind of a range you have. He walked over to a corner of
the room that had obviously been turned into some type of a wardrobe
area.
"What size feet do you have?" He shouted.
"A.. eight and a half?"
"Here, he said passing her a pair of open toed pumps and some
stockings, "these should fit. Put them on then fix your makeup. I
want really bright red lips and plenty of eye color. Oh, use a bit of
blusher on your nipples too, it'll make them stand out more."
She did as he said while he busied himself setting up a camera and the
lights around the bed.
Finally she was finished. The transformation amazed even her. By
nature she was shy, not wanting to draw too much attention to herself,
as a consequence she under played her makeup avoiding bright colors.
The girl that looked back at her was beautiful, a natural blonde who's
long hair fell around her shoulders and framed her face. The blusher,
applied to extenuate her cheek bones made her face look thin and
sculptured while her cherry lips seemed large and inviting.
He came over and nodded his appreciation. "See I told you that you
were beautiful. Now lets get on with business shall we? We don't
have a lot of time."
He led her over to the corner of the room with the bed. She trembled,
if it was going to happen it would happen soon.
"Ok honey, here's what we're going to do. First, sit on the end of
the bed and cup those tits."
She did as he asked and the camera flashed but he obviously wasn't
satisfied. He tried a couple more then paused.
"They ain't liver sweetheart, they are your pride 'n' joy. You're
holding them out to a guy, giving them to him. You know they're
great, you know the lucky stiff wants them. Now, sell that idea to
the camera."
She pouted a little and did her best but it was no good. She didn't
feel sexy.
"Hang on a minute I have an idea." Racing over to the wardrobe he
produced a pair of long black silk gloves which he threw to her.
"Put those on and let's try it again," he commanded.
She repeated the poses he asked for and again he took some shots but
she could tell it wasn't working. He asked for a couple more and she
complied even faking masturbating for him but is was no good.
"Perhaps we should try something different." he said, "Kinky is good.
People who buy that sort of stuff are in it for the clothes anyway."
He wondered over to the wardrobe area and returned a few minutes
latter with a small pile of fetish wear. "Here put these on," He
said, "I know some girls find it easier if they aren't completely
naked. She started with the gloves, long black vinyl ones that
reached up to above her elbows. A tight leather bustier came next
squeezing her middle and thrusting her tits up. Her nipples hardened
and the smell caused her pussy to juice once more. Gasping, she
finished off with a pair of latex thigh boots, black and slick hugging
her thighs with a silky warmness that made her poor cunt go wild.
He had seen her reaction and smiled. If this girl had any fetish at
all then this outfit would satisfy it. The hardness of her nipples
and the renewed smell of hot pussy seemed to show that it was working
but the proof would be in the photo's.
Once he'd settled her down again he decided to try a little
experiment.
"Ok, sweetheart here's the story. You've been waiting for your lover
for hours, getting steadily more horny all the time. By now it's real
bad. You've dressed up specially for him, you want to leave him in no
doubt what you're thinking. Now he's just walked into the room and
you want to be fucked *now*. Sell it to me sweetheart show me how
you'll get him to fuck you."
Caroline tried to make herself look sexy, but she was a little lacking
in experience. In desperation she tried playing with herself but
despite the heat building in her pussy her heart wasn't really in it.
"That ain't doing it kid, he's on his way down to watch TV. Don't
worry about the tit, say it with the eyes." She tried. Fighting back
the self doubt and fear she somehow communicated some of the need she
felt.
He looked up, "Well, that's a *bit* better. He may fuck you after the
big game assuming that there are no "Baywatch" reruns."
She sulked.
"Oh no! Shit girl you ruined it."
She pouted.
"Look why don't I save us both some time." He said, "It's obvious
your heart isn't really in this, deep down you simply don't want to do
it."
"But I do!" She cried, "I really want to do this Tony. I need to
make some money soon or I'm in really big trouble. It's just, well I
don't f..fuck that often. I'm not used to being sexual."
"You're kidding me right? I mean a pretty thing like you must be
fighting them off with a bat."
She shook her head.
He paused and ran his fingers through his hair. The girl was
obviously more screwed up than he thought. Yet in the back of his
mind he had an idea that could possibly work. " Look kid, most of
they guy's that buy this kind of stuff stand no chance of having a
girl like you. We sell them a fantasy, we sell them the idea that
their wife or their mistress is some horny little slut who wants
nothing more than to ride him into the ground. Do you understand?"
"Y..yes."
"Good girl! Now sell it to me Carol, you *are* a horny bitch, you
*are* wet 'n' wild and all you want right now is to fuck this lens
into the ground. You are beautiful kid! You know it I know it.
There isn't a man on this planet who wouldn't kill or die for one
night with you. All you have to do to get any man in the world is to
just point and beckon." He watched her through the lens as her self
confidence grew. Her back straightened, her breasts thrust out and a
fire started to burn in those pretty blue eyes. Suddenly he was very,
very hard. " You know the one you really want! He's the one behind
the lens sweetheart, the one looking at the photograph. Now sell it
to me baby. That's it! Sell it with your eyes."
She didn't know why but his words stirred something in her. Unbidden
one hand had drifted to her crotch and the other to her breast. From
somewhere she had found her bedroom eyes and her lustful looks seemed
to burn themselves into the lens. He took a couple of quick shots,
then had her shift her head slightly before he took some more.
"Better," he said, his face flushed. Sitting as she was she couldn't
help but notice the bulge in his pants. He cleared his throat, "In
fact a lot better. Now let's try that standing."
She stood in front of the bed, legs slightly parted with one gloved
hand buried deep in the blonde thatch of her pubic hair while the
other rolled a nipple.
"Right! Now I want you to look at the lens and project just one
message. Make those eyes say "Hey bozo! don't *you* want to do
this?" Sell it to the lens sweetheart, to the lens. Remember if it
ain't on the film then in ain't no place understand?"
She must have got it right because the camera flashed out another
three shots. He seemed excited, like a man who knew he'd struck gold.
All the time he called her sweetheart and told her just how beautiful
she was. Despite her own self loathing she started to believe him and
gradually things became easier. Even when he threw her a large penis
shaped vibrator she didn't flinch.
"Ok, your lover is away from home. You miss him and that hot pussy of
yours really misses him. Right now you need him so bad but he ain't
around. So it's down to you an' your little mechanical friend. Now
here's what I want you to do."
First he'd had her look longingly at the vibrator, telling her need
with her eyes. Next he made her fellate it, sucking on in like a
lollipop, eyes closed, fingers in pussy, a look of rapture on her
face. She ran her tongue gently around the tip, framing the action
with her red pouting lips. Once the vibrator was damp enough he had
her switch it on and insert it. Caroline couldn't masturbate; she
could do the physical part but deep in her self loathing subconscious
something robbed her of the pleasure. Time and again she'd tried and
failed. This time though there was something different, and when the
tip first touched her clit she let out a deep moan and arching her
back as a wave of pleasure engulfed her. As the tingle spread from
between her legs it seemed to swallow her completely. The little
voices of doubt that had kept her weak for so long were pushed aside
by a new voice, one that called her sweetheart and told her she was
beautiful. Held by the ecstasy her mind lost it's cohesion and it was
all that she could do to follow his directions.
"Roll your nipple between your fingers," the Voice said and she obeyed
feeling the sensation adding itself to the tingle between her legs,
upping the pleasure to a plateau. Then the Voice told her to push the
dildo inside she did so without hesitation and was rewarded as the
wave overcame her. She was screaming out her orgasm even as the
camera flashed.
"Shit baby, that was great!" He finally managed to say.
She smiled, the warm afterglow of the orgasm dying slowly but not
completely. Deep in her pussy an ache remained, one that had perhaps
lurked there before unnoticed. Trembling, struck mute by the
intensity of it all, she reached out a hand and beckoned. He caught
her look and knew that he couldn't refuse her; that he wouldn't be
watching TV. With one final photograph he joined her on the bed.
Gently she removed his shirt, running her fingers through his chest
hair, letting the smooth vinyl tease him. He gasped and taking this
as encouragement she loosened his pants pulling them and his boxers
down together with one powerful tug. Bending forward she kissed the
head of his cock, quickly and cleanly, not as stimulation but as a
promise for later. Even as he recovered she cupping his ass with her
hands, feeling his excitement. The voices of doubt in her mind stayed
muzzled, drowned out by a primal need that had gone unsatisfied for
too long. When he was naked she pulled him down directing his face
into the damp thatch of her pubic hair. He didn't resist, enslaved as
much by her need as his own. His tongue reached out, savoring the
salty sweetness of her juices. Then it touched her button causing her
to gasp and wrap her legs around him drawing him in further. His
tongue danced and her juices flowed in torrent. Soon he was gasping
for breath and she had to release him but by then he'd done enough.
Seizing his cock in one of her gloved hands she started to give him a
slow gentle hand job, gradually bringing him up to her level. He
gasped as the cold smooth vinyl teased his shaft. While one hand
played up and down his cock, the other remained buried deep inside her
hot, wet hole as she fingered herself in time with him. His mouth
found her breast, teasing her nipple with his teeth before he lapped
and sucked on it to her obvious pleasure. When he was hard enough her
mouth replaced her hand engulfing him in a warm velvet smoothness that
left him gasping. Nothing in his life had prepared him for this, her
technique was so perfect, so in tune with his needs that he almost
came then and there. But she had seen the danger and varied her
rhythm slightly, denying him final release and keeping him balanced on
the edge. With her mouth still locked on his prick she rotated
herself so that her damp pussy rested on his face. The sensation of
the turn was exquisite and for a moment the pleasure paralyzed him.
She got impatient and wiggled her ass to get his attention. Gently
parting her lips he touched the numb with the tip of his tongue
sending an electric vibration through her body that he finally felt in
his own cock. He did it again and again feeling the pleasure himself
an instant later.
Finally, she mounted him, engulfing him swiftly and completely, her
cunt warm, damp and impossibly tight. He gasped, then almost lost
consciousness as the sensation overwhelmed him. She rode him slowly
at first, deliberately missing his natural rhythm and building her
pleasure faster than his. Then when they stood together on the brink
she moved with him, matching his stroke, drawing him deeper and
deeper. Her cunt squeezed tighter, it's iron grip heightening his
every sensation driving him harder and harder until finally they came
together in a orgasm of crushing intensity.
He recovered first, dressing quietly while she still basked in the
afterglow.
"I have to go," He said, "*We* have to go."
"Why?" she asked rolling over and resting her head on her gloved
palm. Now that the glow was fading she could feel the ache in her
pussy again, a hunger she knew she would have to feed again soon.
Unconsciously her other hand had drifted down to her dripping box and
was already rubbing at the little nub.
"Business," he said, "I'll contact you again in a few days after I
process the pictures. You did put your address on the forms right?"
She nodded.
"Good," Now get dressed and wait for me in my car, it's the blue
Toyota out front, I'll run you down town."
"D..do I get the job." She asked anxiously, "You see I need the money
for the rent."
He looked at her, at the way the blonde hair framed her face, at the
way she could look regal even when she was dressed like a slut. He
smiled, "How much do you need?"
"S...seven hundred." She moaned.
"Here's a thousand, let's call it a small advance." He gave her the
money and some car keys. "Now wait for me out front."
Dressing quickly she paused to kiss him then hurried outside.
Sighing he cleaned up, putting the clothes away, straightening the
bed. He had just rewound the film and put it in his pocket when he
heard the door open. The man in the doorway was in his early forties
balding and with a slight beer gut.
"Finished the wiring yet?" The man demanded.
Tony smiled, "Just finished Mr. Jenson. I'm afraid it took a little
longer than I thought and it will be a little more expensive."
Jenson scowled, "Let's talk in my office."
Jenson's office contained one desk and a number of filing cabinets.
On the walls were pictures of girls either naked or in fetish wear.
The shot's were standard cheesecake with some clothing or a well
placed hand covering anything too risky.
Jenson threw himself into his chair. "So how much more is it going to
cost me?" He snapped..
"About a thousand." Tony said his eyes wandering over the photo's.
Jenson scowled and seemed about to argue.
"You *did* say you wanted it in a hurry?"
"Damned straight I did. Every hour this place is closed costs me
money. Still, a thousand extra is pretty rich. I would have thought
you'd give me a discount considering you'll be completely rewiring
this place next month."
"Hey, what can I say, it needed the extra work." Tony said, "As for
the rewiring job this building isn't zoned for *this* kind of
business. You were bound to need upgraded electric's at some time and
*discrete* workmen are so hard to find these days."
Jenson took the hint but he didn't like it. He was still grumbling
while he counted out the cash.
"Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Jenson. All work is
guaranteed of course. Here's my card, give me a call when you want
the rest of the work doing."
Tony picked up his small tool case and headed for the door.
Jenson seemed to remember something, "Hey Tony! Before you go, you
didn't see a stupid little slut hanging around here earlier did you?"
"Little slut?"
"'Bout so high, blonde, little dopey looking?"
Tony frowned, "No, why."
"One of my stupid slut models invited a friend over for some reason,
cunt's been calling me on my mobile all day seeing if the friend's
came over."
Tony nodded, "Was this girl called Brenda? 'Cos she called here
earlier. Seems she didn't have chance to tell her friend you were
closed."
Jenson gave a furtive look then smiled evilly, "Brenda's a stupid
little cunt, but she's a goer, if you know what I mean. She works the
publicity circuit, does trade shows an' things. Every few months she
thinks she's outa here but it always falls through. Then she comes
crawling back willing to do anything for the extra money." Jenson,
leered, "An' I mean anything."
He pointed at a picture on the wall, a dark haired girl was cupping
her big boobs in her hands, a leather corset around her waist.
"That's Brenda. Want to see my favorite photo of her?"
Tony shrugged, "Sure."
Jenson tossed him another photograph. The men in the photo were
unrecognizable just pricks one filling each of the girl's available
holes. Tony thought that the one in her mouth could be Jenson from
the shadow of the man's belly on her face. The girl was definitely
Brenda her face frozen in a disturbing mixture of disgust and fear.
"Yep," Jenson said, "Once a girl is desperate enough to work here,
well, she's desperate enough to put out for you. If you want her." He
gave Tony a knowing look, "As you see I share the riches with my
friends. Ask yourself Tony how many times do guys like us get a crack
at a piece of ass like that? If you thought about it then you'd
realize the benefits of being my friend."
Tony frowned, "What about the new girl?"
Jenson leered again, "Blonde, nice figure but none to bright from what
Brenda says. I'll make sure she realizes that nailin' her ass is part
of our arrangement. By the time you come back I'll have the pictures
to prove it. You like blondes Tony? Is that what you're saying?
'Cos if it is then I'm sure we can do a deal here. Shave off the tax
on the job, cut out all this "thousand extra" bullshit and if she
works out I'll push her your way."
"Sounds great," Tony said and headed for the door. Then he seemed to
remember something.
"Oh, yeh. Mr. Jenson if you call next week go easy on my
receptionist Ok? Her name's Carol and she's new."
Jenson smiled, "Won't be next week Tony, I think I'm going to have my
hands full with this new blonde, if you know what I mean."
Tony gave an cryptic smile, "Sure do. Catch you later Mr. Jenson."
And still smiling, he left.
THE END