A Fall from the Pedestal

[AutumnOhGee]

**Note: This story is somewhat inspired by one of the same name on the Lit website. Check it out if you haven't already, especially if you're a fan of cuckold/cheating stories!

**What I'm looking for: I'm looking for someone to play as a porn producer, one that has been fantasizing about Valentina a lot. He'll approach Valentina that night at the club and ultimately shape her destinity to become his personal fuck toy.

**How to contact me: private messages

**My character: Valentina Rodriguez

A late Saturday night. Valentina had gone out drinking and dancing with the girls, the same group of friends that she bonded with before she had made it as a model. While she might have been out and partying at some hot nightclub, Martin was at their place. The husband stared at his laptop, the sole thing illuminating the condominium with all of the lights closed. Unlike Valentina, he didn't have much to do, save for browse the web and work on his next thesis paper. But instead of doing what most people did during their free time, whether it was browsing Reddit, shopping at Amazon or even looking at porn, Martin did something truly bizarre - he spied on his wife. No, it wasn't some betrayal to their marriage. The husband was simply introverted like you wouldn't believe. Whether it was agoraphobia or some other social disorder, he couldn't stand any type of crowd, while Valentina loved it. The desire to be there was there; he just could never muster the courage to do so. That said, he often did the next best thing, which was to follow his wife's Instagram feed and live those nights through her eyes.

There wasn't a live camera pointing at her, although there might as well have been. Being such a public figure, Valentina was in the public's eye a lot. She lived the sort of party nightlife one came to expect from LA. Part of it was an act, as often times Valentina was absolutely exhausted from those night outs and would have preferred to cuddle with her husband. While she absolutely loved her career and the fact that she accomplished her dream, she absolutely abhorred the idea that she wasn't allowed to say that she was married. Her agency representatives told her that revealing it would ruin her career, as despite her various make-up tutorials, her demographic was approximately 85% male. There was an entire industry behind making those men think that they had a shot with her and to shatter that illusion would also mean shattering her bank account and although Martin made decent money as a professor, Valentina easily made four times as much.

Her husband didn't mind though. It was, albeit it, bizarre confidence boost - knowing that every man in whatever vicinity Valentina was in wanted her, and couldn't get her.

Martin was caught by surprise when the door slammed open, with Valentina and her friends laughing loudly. They stumbled, obviously tipsy as they got in and opened the lights. Amber, Valentina's closest friend since high school was laughing the loudest. Valentina on the other hand, seemed somewhat embarrassed; her normally tanned Latina skin glowing a rose hue.

"Valentina, you okay?"

And before Valentina could even answer her husband, Amy drunkenly blurted out "Good job she likes perverted fans now."

"Huh?"

"Oh my gosh, Amber shut the hell up..."

Martin sat there, completely oblivious to whatever it was that was going on. Jocelyn joined the fun with another laugh, while they explained the scenario.

"Baby, it really isn't as bad as they're making it sound it all happened at the club..."

Four hours earlier:

At Bellissimo's, the hottest nightclub in the Los Angeles area, many stood outside. The line was long and went on for about a block. While normally it would take a miracle to get in, Amy and Jocelyn were gitty. People began to give them to stink eye, watching as they followed Valentina into the night club. The latter had the privilege of being paid to go in, with her being one of the "guests" of honor for the night. While Valentina wasn't exceptionally thrilled about going, she was curious. Why was it they that Bellissimo was willing to pay top dollar for her to show up? She wasn't going to complain, as although she was a bit tired, the money for just a couple of hours of drinking and hanging out with her closest friends easily made up for it.

The second people began to recognize Valentina, many whistles and cheers began to emerge. The young Latina couldn't help but smile, before making her way to the bouncer. Immediately recognizing the pseudo celebrity, he allowed her, and her friends, into the much desired night club.

The first twenty minutes passed without much happening. Valentina and the girls found a nice booth and sat in it, getting drinks while music played and people danced on the dance floor. Of course, like usual, guys were flocking in droves, looking in near disbelief at the image of Valentina. A deep V cup top, with her gigantic tits showing themselves in a splendid cleavage. Her cross, a signature item of hers, hung almost sacrilegiously between the valley of her breasts. Her long legs crossed as she often nodded at them, with not a single one mustering the courage to speak to her. Which she greatly appreciated; while she wasn't ungrateful towards her fans, having to deal with them during her outing would have been a real drag.

"Let me take a picture!" Jocelyn said before scooting over the booth.

"Cheese!"

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