1. Art Or Porn


    Date: 2/7/2016, Categories: Celebrities, First Time, Voyeur, Author: dantheman1980, Rating: 50, Source: xHamster

    wasn't prepared for this at all. Bella currently wore tight fitting jeans and a halter top beneath a brown suede jacket - the typical girl next door look, of which she was not - and it did nothing to hide her dangerous curves. And those knee high suede boots too? Oh momma! I had to get her to myself. Not inthat way. Well, that way would have been great but have I ever told you that I'm a fucking professional? I had to tell her that I thought this guy was a bad idea but as I asked her to accompany me somewhere private the muscled hippy douche actually followed us. 'In &#034private!&#034' I repeated before he skulked away. 'What's the matter?' she asked, now clearly concerned. 'I'm sorry but this guy is no good for us, today, tomorrow, never, ever!' 'Why, he seems okay. I like the body, the eyes, he has a decent sized- 'Remember that I want to separate this from porn,' I said, taking her gently by the shoulders and offering my very best disarming negotiation smile. 'One, the guy looks like an 80s surf dude, a 90s porn star, a 00s douchebag and I'm sorry to say that he is a mixture of several!' Uncertainly, Bella scanned my eyes with a grin and thought about that for a while, then, 'he's a 90s surf douche?' 'Close enough,' I laughed, but then, 'he's a porn star and he looks like one. He's a walking talking cliche, he's bl**dy rude and if you take these pictures with him then you will instantly be pidgeonholed as just another glamour model turned to porn. I cannot fail and I ...
    cannot see you fail, Bella. Please, we need to get rid of him.' 'Well... I don't know...' She threw her arms into the air in defeat. I felt bad for causing that but all was not lost. 'What do we do? The day is ruined if we send him home!' 'Not necessarily. We still have other days this week to shoot. I think we can come up with something in the meantime if you'll give me a shot...' 'Give you a shot,' she computed, shaking her head absently. Then the lightbulb came on and she laughed. 'oh you mean you should replace the model? Fine but who takes the photographs then?' It was my turn to laugh then. 'I'm flattered you thought so but I didn't mean that. we can do other things to start off with and that would help to establish our working relationship and build a bit more trust...' 'Okay,' Bella said cheerfully. 'Okay,' I smiled. Storming back into the studio area I locked eyes on &#034Dog the Booty Hunter&#034 and simply said, 'your services will no longer be required, sir.' He looked furious. As furious as a mop-headed potato on steroids could look. 'What?' he blurted, stepping up to confront me. I couldn't believe the unprofessionalism. it made mine look like I studied at fucking Harvard. 'Don't hate the player, hate the game. And if you still insist on making it personal after turning up and treating me like I clean your toilets I insist you find another game, or go back to whatever beach party you got separated from...' The door slammed. He was gone. Thank god for small mercies. ...
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