1. The Choice


    Date: 10/17/2017, Categories: Cuckold, Author: MaxwellSpanx2015, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    he spoke. “Toby has told me about your situation. I’m sorry about your job.” “He told you that?” “This not true?” “Yes, it is. Just I thought some things were private. That’s all.” Mickael leaned back and opened his drawer. He brought up a carved glass decanter filled with what appeared to be whisky, and then followed it up with two crystal tumblers. Wearing an unnerving smiled, he muttered, “I drink while I do business.” “Isn’t that bad practice?” “It works for me. I’m not exactly broke, am I?” “No... Not your not.” “Join me.” It sounded like an order, rather than a token of Mickael’s generosity. “Just a small one thanks.” “Good, I like a girl who drinks.” I stood from the couch and took the tumbler off Mickael. We touched glasses before I sat back on the couch. “Cheers.” Mickael lent forward and rested his elbows on his highly polished mahogany desk, then placed his hands together as if he was about to pray. “I’ve always treated Toby like a son.” His smile again unnerved me. “But you know what your husband did to my brand new Merc.” “I know.” “But as always, I’m willing to help. Deena, this is an easy way to earn a lot of money... In process, repaying your husband’s debt to me.” “A man might think it’s easy.” “I bet there are a million shelf stackers that would think there job is harder.” “What can I expect to earn then?” Mickael stood from his leather chair. “For a girl like you.” He walked around his desk before sitting on its edge, then stared at me. “Limitless.” “I ...
    need figures.” “I’ll have many fingers in many pots.” “Come again?” “I own this gentleman’s club, the casino downstairs. But I run an exclusive escorting agency, and an adult film studio.” I arched my eyebrows and felt I was getting involved with someone that I shouldn’t be. I downed the whisky in one. “Here’s me thinking I’m here to be a stripper.” “You need ten grand in a month, not five.” “I know, but... Can’t we extend the loan?” “No... I’ve been generous enough.” “I have morals.” “I did once. But life robs you of them, one, by one.” Mickael crunched an ice cube in his mouth. “You either fuck a few guys, or I fuck up Toby’s legs. It’s as simple as that.” “I hate you.” “Funny. It still amazes me how women really think that hurts me.” I felt like spitting at Mickael’s fat ugly face, “I hope you rot in hell.” “I probably will. That’s why I’m making the most of things.” “So, go on then. What’s quickest to repay you? And ending this nightmare” “Royalties from films will earn you the most over time. But you need instant cash, so escorting. My girls earn 800 a night. But I reckon I can squeeze a grand out of you. But it’s low season, unfortunately. So your mine for at least a month... Then you can leave.” My heart sank. I stared down at my heeled shoes while feeling a sense of darkness descend on me. “I have no choice but to agree.” “Right.” Mickael climbed off the desk and stepped up to a cupboard. “So let’s begin the interview.” “Oh, haven’t we already?” “All models have to be ...
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