Paying Her Way

Suddenly the door opened and there stood the muscle bound, bald headed brute. I loathed Mickael... but he was the only man who could save us from this financial cliff. "Mickael, how lovely to see you again."

"Deena... As gorgeous as ever. I see you have come dressed for the occasion, with your lovely long brown legs out for everyone to see."

"Thank you." The fact he was already ogling my figure repulsed me. "I find your charm most flattering."

Mickael wore a grin as he nodded at Toby. "You're a lucky bastard."

"I know."

"See you later, Toby."

My heart fluttered and I felt my skin clamed up. I glanced at Toby before stepping into Mickael's office.

The office was softly lit and the walls were painted in maroon. Large paintings of exotic vistas hung in simple frames that were subtitled with motivational phrases. Mickael gestured for me to sit on the two seater leather couch. He sat behind his neatly kept desk which seemed far too organised for a man of his apparent stature. Leaning forward from his chair he smiled, showing a gold tooth, no doubt the result of some backstreet brawl. He stared at me as he spoke. "Toby has told me about your situation. Ten K is a lot of money."

"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 draw. 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. Care to join me?"

Usually I would decline. But I felt the nerves in my throat and thought it would help. "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 leant forward and rested his elbows on his highly polished mahogany desk, then placed his hands together as if he was about to pray. "A problem shared is a problem solved." His smile again unnerved me. "Deena, this is an easy way to earn an awful lot of money."

"A man might think it's easy."

"I bet there are a million shelf stackers that would back me up."

"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 and 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..."

"You're in charge of what you want to do. But I'll get you the right clients, and if you work hard... Well, I'll assure you you'll have your money for your fancy wedding as well as an exotic honeymoon."

"I suppose I'll need a holiday after this. So how do I earn the most money?"

"Royalties from films will earn you the most over time. But you need instant cash, so escorting. We can mix it up a bit if you want. But it's entirely up to you."

My heart sank. I stared down at my heeled shoes while feeling a sense of darkness descend on me. "I have no choice."

"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 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. 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?

Chapter 6

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.

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..? Don't have any Bollywood music I'm afraid."

"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 see 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 single one. There was just something about this girl. She possesses a class and sophistication that girls in this industry lack. The few girls that do have classy looks tend have more attitude than a pissed off diva. So far I'm yet to see her throw a tantrum... I suppose Toby must deal with hissy fits now again. Talking about my long serving barman... Why the fuck she is with him? He's a nice enough guy. But this chick is top, top dollar.

Deena had unbuttoned her blouse and let it slip down her long slender arms. Her stomach was flat and her ribs were just about visible. Not enough to call her skinny, but just enough to show she took a certain pride in her body. I now wanted to see her tits.

She didn't disappoint. She dropped her black and silver plunge bra, revealing a small but fulsome rack. They were probably too small for a for a good tit wank, but big enough to hang on to. The kind of tits that will still look good when she hits her menopause.

Deena ran her fingers through the waist band, signalling it was time to lose the platted pencil skirt. She reached around to her back and pulled the zip before guiding it down her smooth brown legs. Now, I have never been much of a leg man, but fuck me, I was converted. They were longer than Route 66 and smoother than a desert plain."Now, Deena, turn your back to me and lean over the couch."

My voice broke her from her routine and robbed her of her confidence. The awkward girl returned. "You want me to..?"

"Yes, back to me, place your hands on the cushions and stick your arse in the air... And lose the knickers."

"But..."

"Your arse and pussy are the tools of the trade." I unhooked the camera and stepped towards Deena while she had her brown backside stuck up in the air. Her black laced knickers separated pert rounded cheeks. "Obviously your clients will be interested in what you're packing."

My eyes widened with glee while Deena slowly pulled down the black laced knickers over her toned thighs. I leaned forward holding the camera, recording her inner details on HD. My mouth moistened as the glow of the camera's light painted her succulent tight pussy a pale blue. She smelt good and obviously took great care of her hygiene "Part your legs and spread your cheeks." I listened to her groan under her breath while she did what she was told. Poor Deena must have been tense as her arse hole winked at me.

My dick was ready for business. "Sit back now." Like all the girls do, Deena made a B-line for her clothes. It has always surprised me how easy it is to get girls naked, even the clever ones like Deena. If only I realised this fact when I was in high school, there would have never been the need to worry about being a virgin. I smirked as she covered her tits with her blouse. "No, no. Not finished yet."

"Huh?"

The panic on Deena's face made my heart cry. But work is work. "It's now time for the physical."

"No. You can fuck right off."

"It's a paid trail, just as if you're working."

"How much?"

I don't usually pay for a trial. But I was desperate to fuck Deena and I was running low on time. Plus I'm not worried about Toby. After all there was a reason why I had left the office blinds open. A few weeks ago we had a right laugh when security found a shit load of cuckold porn on his phone. So today everyone has a vested interest in the next hour being a success. I glanced at my wrist watch. "I have an hour before I leave to pick up the kids. So let's say four hundred quid."

"Can I have another whisky?"

"Sure."

"In fact, make it a double."

I felt like being generous. "There are cigars in draw for afters if you want."

"No thanks, I seem to have enough dirty habits at the moment."

Deena was damn right.

Chapter 8

Deena's Story

There was a brief period just after I found out about Toby's cuckold fantasy when I used to whisper stories to him while we made love. They usually consisted of me getting fucked a black man. Never once did I mention an Albanian porn baron. None of these stories ever tuned me on. I suppose Toby's dream had come true. While I endured a nightmare.

In an effort to ignore the degrading situation, I emptied the double whisky in one. The strong taste burned my throat and sent a shiver through my bones. My mind raced. I knew I could walk right out the door into the arms of Toby. Most women would drop out of uni. But I felt I owed my family a debt.

I never felt as though I came from a poor family. Not once was I aware of the struggles my parents went through to give me the carefree childhood that I enjoyed every minute off. It shames me to think that I could be so blind to their hardships. I was so ignorant that I was sixteen until things started to add up. No fancy holidays, having to use public transport, living in a council house. The fact both dad and mum worked fourteen hour shifts in his grocery shop completely escaped me.

When I left school I told them I wanted to work and help out, but they wouldn't let me. They told me not to worry and that their reward was to see me going to university and securing a professional career.

I couldn't let all their hard work go to waste. There was not choice, I just had to pay those tuition fees. So when a naked Mickael stepped in front of me with his grotesque cock, I offered him my best whorish smile I could muster.

The couch leather stuck to my bare skin. I sat with my legs crossed, hiding my naked pussy. Slightly bent at the waist, I hid my tits with my crossed arms. A bit daft I suppose as Mickael had documented everything with bloody camera.

My stomach churned and my heart leapt into my mouth as Mickael undressed. Naked he stepped up to me while holding his cock close to my face. I nervously muttered, "You want me to give you a blow job?"

"Only if you want to."

Despite portraying a smile, I felt like giving the cheeky bastard a slap. I held Mickael's cock in my hand and pulled his foreskin back, watching as his purple cockhead emerge from his rolls of skin. As I leaned forward the smell of piss polluted my nose. I gave it a brief lick before recoiling back in horror. The taste was bitter and made me wretch.

Feeling embarrassed I glanced up and saw the disappointment on Mickael's face. "Sorry."

"You have to get rid of those nerves, Ri."

"I have only been with one man... Sorry."

"No need to apologise." Mickael stroked his fingers through my hair while he continued to talk softly. "But obviously, nervous girls don't make good money. You have to find that inner whore. Every girl has one."

I sighed as I knew the quickest way of getting out of here was just to succumb to his wishes and demands. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Toby peaking through the half closed blinds. He was wearing his wanking face... Not a surprise there.

Rubbing his cock, I slowly leaned forward and opened my mouth. I closed my eyes and took his dick into my mouth. His putrid taste made me want to gag. He tasted like rancid milk. But I sucked that cock as if it was a candy stick.

I breathed a sigh of relief as Mickael removed his cock from my mouth. Mickael placed his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back on the couch. "Let's see how good you are and deep throating." He leaned over me, resting his hands on the back rest. I reluctantly opened my mouth. The bastard thrust his cock to the very back of my throat. I aligned my neck in hope of opening up, but still coughed and gagged.

My chocking seemed to drive Mickael into a lustful rage. He pushed deeper and harder. I grabbed his hips with my hands in the hope of controlling his thrusts. But I had no hope of slowing him. What's more, my head had nowhere to go and I just had lay there and let him fuck my throat.

Finally Mickael pulled his cock out. In a fit of coughs I lunged forward and fell to the red carpet, tipping a gallon of spit and saliva from my mouth. I spluttered and gasped while I tried to breath.

Mickael began to wank his cock. "Good. Well done. You took a right battering and survived."

"Just."

"You'll enjoy the next one."

I brushed my face with my forearm, wiping the saliva from my chin."I'll be the judge of that."

"Lie on the couch with your legs open facing me"

Climbing on to the couch I laid back and rested my head on the crux of the backrest and seat cushion. I held my legs behind my knees and pulled them back while Mickael knelt down in front of my vulnerable pussy. After what the bastard has just put me through, a good licking was the least he could offer me. A little bit of me hoped he would smother himself to death. Now there is wishful thinking... a girl can dream.

I tensed up and my heart pounded away inside my chest as Mickael's fingers on spread my nether lips. His tongue pushed deep into my hole, before he dragged it over my clit. He then rested his tongue on top my bean, before he started wagging it like a tail.

For the first time that day I felt myself begin, ever so slightly, to relax. I rested my legs on Mickael's rounded shoulders and spread my arms across the couch. He was obviously a man of vast experience because despite me hating him, his tongue was making me shiver with sensual pleasure. I closed my eye and dreamt it was Toby.

My pleasure came to an abrupt end when his chubby hands slapped down on my breasts. Mickael proceeded to knead my breasts as if they were bread dough. He pulled, stretched and flicked my aching nipples. Not moving his mouth from my pussy, he grunted, "You need to be whorish to earn money, Deena. Scream."

I never felt comfortable enough to be a vocal lover. Even when I was in an orgasmic panic, I would only offer a quick burst of excited yelps. So to scream down the house would not come natural. But I suppose this was work, not love. So I began to groan.

Mickael squeezed my breasts. "Louder. Scream."

I yelled out as I felt his tongue cleaned out my pussy. My insides clenched up and I gave a genuine scream as his tongue passed over my anus. "Hey! No one has done that."

"They should have, you taste great."

"You repulse me."

"Not he first to say that."

The fact notches on Mickael's bed post had more zeros than my bank account made me hate him even more.

Mickael rose to his feet. His knees glowed red after kneeling on the carpet for so long. He pulled me up by my hands and led me across the office. With one swipe of his arm, he cleared desk of his paperwork into an open draw. Then he tossed his laptop on his desk chair. Taking the camera off it's tripod he placed it on the desk. I ruefully asked, "Is that still running?"

"Of course."

"Are we?"

Mickael smiled as he rolled a condom over his cock. "Yes. Show them that you're that you are a full blown whore who is worth their thousands."

Putting his hand on the back of my neck he thrust me forward and bent me over his desk. I gazed at point blank range into the black lens of the camera as I felt his cock open my pussy. Myself respect vanish as his cock broke its way in before sinking deep inside. I felt dirty and used. Despite the fact I felt like crying, I screamed like the whore I had become.

Mickael's hands grabbed onto my shoulders, and pinned me to desk which rattled under every thrust. The camera recorded everything. Smiling in between every groan, grinning after every scream, I put on the performance of a lifetime.

Chapter 8

Toby's Chapter

As you already found out, I'm a wanabe cuckold. So the fact my boss was fucking my beloved fiancée over his desk filled me with a degrading excitement.

I had only expected Mickael to ask Deena to Dance for him, maybe ask her to strip to her lingerie. But this was insane. Don't get me wrong, I know what goes on behind his office door. Every girl in here has the same story about how she got the job. But Deena is my future wife.

Thinking about it, this could all just be a rouse so Mickael could get his grubby mitts on my Deena. Ever since security found the cuckold porn on my phone, Mickael took a keen interest in Deena.

Mickael has always been an opportunist... Still, this is the best wank I have ever had. So I'm just going to keep quiet and rub myself silly.

Deena screamed loud and proud, yelling while she slapped her hands on the desk. I watched with glee as Mickael took a fist full of her long black hair as he continued to pound her slender body. She arched her back as he pulled on her hair and continued to slay her with his cock.

I felt on the on the verge on the cumming, so slowed the pace of my wanking. As Mickael pulled his cock out of Deena, She flopped onto the desk like an empty sack. He leaned over and picked up the camera and placed it back on the tripod. Pulling her up, he spun her around so she faced him, then placed his bulky arms around her slim thighs and lifted her on to his mahogany desk.

Deena slumped back onto the desk like a ragdoll. She seemed empty and unable to take anymore. Her skin glowed and glistened under the sweat. Mickael stepped in between her spread legs. I flinched as I heard her yelp as he pushed himself back inside her pussy. Pre-cum spurted from my cock over the cream wall.

Mickael placed both of her long brown legs over one of his shoulder, then began to pummel my sweet Deena. Her tits rocked as she continued to be deflowered.

Deena's orgasmic cries were a joy to hear. It might just have been me, but she never sounded so animalistic. I couldn't take anymore and pulled a tissue from my pocket. My knees then buckled as I shot my load.