1. The Choice


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

    casted.” “Casted?” “Yes. It’s common industry practice.” Opening the door Mickael pulled out a tripod and what I took to be a camera bag. “I’ll send the video to my trusted contacts.” “I’m not sure I’ll be comfortable with that.” “If you want to succeed in this industry, then you have to cast. What clients are going waste time and money if they don’t know who they are... working with? Trust me, I know what I’m doing.” “But I’m a professional. What if the video is leaked?” Mickael fixed the expensive camera to the tripod. “It’s up to you. You want to walk, fine. Leave.” The bastard nonchalantly shrugged. “Want the money, and your husband’s legs. Stay, and take off your clothes.” I couldn’t believe what I was doing. My knees trembled as I stood from the couch. Toby was the only man to have seen my naked body. Yet here I was about to undress for a man I detested. All in the hope entering the sex industry. Whatever had happened to my dignity, where was my life going? Mickael’s Story I am a bastard, I admit it. But I don’t exploit women in the sense of treating them like slaves. They are rewarded well and offered protection should they need it. I am merely a talented business man. I must be, I have a large portfolio of businesses and investments across Europe. Call me arrogant, but I see myself as the Richard Branson of Albania. Although my empire couldn’t be called Virgin, obviously. Slut would be more apt. As for Deena, it’s her fault for marrying such an idiot. It’s a case of ...
    his legs or her dignity, she’s made her choice. The wrong, one, but I’m not complaining. Plus, I really like my car. I had to go without it for a month, because Dickhead had wrapped it around a tree. Sitting my on my leather desk chair, I picked up the remote control for the CD player and pressed play, filling the office with seventies Mo-town. I grinned at a nervous Deena. “You like..? I don’t have any Bollywood music.” “Thought that would be the case... No, that’s Ok” “I can change to something a bit more... hip, though.” “No, it’s fine.” “Good. Let’s get started.” I switched the camera on and trained the viewfinder on the Deena’s beautiful Indian body. “Strip to the music.” On the few times we had met, Deena had always portrayed an obvious confidence and commanded an air of authority that her looks deserved. But as she slowly began to unbutton her blouse she appeared most awkward and trembled like a virgin. I wore a wry smile while I offered my advice. “Relax, you’re the most gorgeous girl that I have ever casted. Ignore me, and dance like you would for Toby.” Deena offered an awkward smile as she continued her less than convincing routine. However, a minute later my words... or the whisky, seemed to have an effect, her once rigid hips began to sway to the rhythm of the music. The confidence suited her, and I could begin to imagine the girl making me a ton of money. I have casted, I don’t know, as many as a thousand girls or more. But a confident Deena, stands above every ...
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