Innocent Debt (closed for me and Josie_R)

[grinner666]

Miguel took one last look at the photos on his computer. His latest acquisition, PussycatJosie.com, looked to be a winner . . . once he'd made a few changes in direction and content, that is. He'd acquired the site from its webmaster only a few days ago, and he couldn't run a modelling website for shit. Probably why he'd had to give it up to him, to pay off his debt.

Still, he'd had taste in girls, at least. The site's star, Josie (of course) was a real eighteen-year-old knockout. A blue-eyed brunette with freckles. Tall, long legs, face like an angel with a look of innocence that was a real crowd pleaser, perfect ass. And big, firm teats. That was good . . . Miguel liked to work with girls with big teats, they brought in better money than the anorexic waif types, at least in his business.

Anyway, he'd meet her soon. The former owner of the site . . . what was his name . . . Tim something . . . Timmy (the little incompetent hated that name, but so what?) was bringing young Josie over for a photoshoot, telling her Miguel was a "guest photographer" from a major catalog company. That would make the transaction go down easy . . . and Miguel always wanted the transaction to go down easy when he was acquiring a new girl.

He wondered if he had time to call one of his other girls in for a quick blowjob. Probably not, they were due to arrive any minute. Too bad, it prob'ly wouldn't look great if he greeted his "model" with a huge boner. It also probably wouldn't look great meeting them in a run-down neighborhood like this, but what could you do? Better to start things out somewhere where people didn't ask too many questions. Oh well, soon it wouldn't matter if it looked good or not . . .

The doorbell rang. He quickly shut down his computer and rose to meet his new acquisition.

 

[Josie_R]

As Josie and Tim drove in the car to this new photographer that he had mentioned, she couldn't help but notice how nervous that Tim had seemed. He had kept looking over at her, almost as if he was afraid that she would disappear. She shrugged it of as a slight bit of jealousy. A few of her friends had told her that their own photographers had gotten jealous when introducing them to another artist of the trade... afraid that the competition would steal them away. Josie was sure that was what was bothering Tim.

"Don't worry Tim," she tried to reassure him in this, "It's not like I'm gonna just run off and decide that this guy is a better photographer than you. You've been with me through too much for that to happen."

Tim hadn't said anything, but only seemed to get more nervous, and Josie could see the sweat build on his temples. She'd never understand men.

~

It was true, however, that she and Tim had been through a lot. He'd been her photographer for over three years now. Starting when she had been fifteen. Her parents had gotten her into the business and since she was an only child, it made things much easier to do the traveling that had been required. When she turned eighteen, it was then that she got her own apartment near Tim's studio, leaving her parents to live back home.

Her career as a model had been moderately successful, but ever since the website had gone up, things had gotten even better. And one of the things that she had made sure of was that all of the pictures that they'd done were done tastefully. Showing just enough to leave the rest to a person's imagination.

But about two months ago, things began to get tight... so tight that Josie had moved in with Tim.

They never had dated each other, and Josie never had such close interaction with a man, so it had been quite an adjustment. Then again, most girls her age had already had sex too, something that Josie had put far off to the side so that she didn't have the distractions of a boyfriend. Guys could get so weird when they knew that their girlfriend was being photographed by another man.

~

Her mind shifted gears again as she looked at the neighborhood that they'd driven into. It wasn't quite what she expected, but then again, she couldn't really pass any judgement either. Some people just chose not to live extravagantly, and many times, artists drew inspiration from places like this.

Tim parked the car, and shut it off. Once again, Josie noted the nervousness in everything he did.

"Come on Tim," she poked at his shoulder slightly, "Take a deep breath and relax. Let's get our stuff and go and get this over with, alright? Then we can get back to the apartment and pop some popcorn or something."

She stepped out of the car, not noticing the regretful look in Tim's eyes then. Grabbing her few things from the back, she moved to the sidewalk and waited for Tim to join her before they moved to the door and Tim rang the doorbell.

 

[grinner666]

Miguel looked through the peephole . . . just to be sure. He had plenty of enemies, and it couldn't hurt to be careful. But it was just Timmy and Josie . . . shit, she was even hotter in person than she was in photos. She was gonna make him a ton of cash. Timmy looked ready to jump out of his skin. Maricon was about to screw the whole setup. Miguel had to get him out of the picture, and fast.

He punched the lock code into the keypad by the door . . . it would lock again immediately on closing, always a good idea to keep security tight when he was training a new girl . . . and swung the door open, smiling.

"Hola, Timmy," he said, his smile widening at the way the chump's face reddened at the nickname. Well screw him. If he could'a' controlled his addiction to high-stakes poker, or if he'd even been any good at it, he wouldn't be in this mess. "And you must be Josie. I'm Miguel. Very nice to meet you."

He opened the door wider, ushering them in, then led them to his "studio" . . . a spare room containing some photography equipment . . . still and video (he actually was a decent photographer though it wasn't his main line of work by any means), some screens and curtains for use as backdrops, and a few pieces of furniture . . . couches and love seats, mostly. Of course, this was all window-dressing as he did most of his photography in another room entirely . . .

"Josie, why don't you take a seat over there," he said, pointing to a love seat in one corner, "and Tim, can I talk witchoo for a minute in the other room?" He knew Timmy would recognize this as an order, and yeah, the little photographer bitchboy followed him, meek as a lamb, back to the living room/entryway.

He walked up to Timmy until their noses were about an inch apart. Miguel said quietly, "Get lost, Timmy-boy. My boys are already cleaning her stuff out of your apartment. They look like movers, and nobody'll ever miss her if you just play your part right. Remember: she moved out, you don't know why, you don't know where. She just decided to take her piece of the website, paid you off for your half, and left. You don't know where."

He could see Timmy was about to try an' weasel out of the deal. Miguel grabbed him by the balls and squoze. That shut him up . . . for the moment. But Miguel guessed he might have to pay him a visit some time soon and settle things once and for all. In the meantime, he hissed, "Just consider yourself lucky you're walkin' out of here under your own power, and get the fuck out."

That did it. Timmy stumbled backwards and let Miguel open the door, letting him escape. Miguel returned to his "studio".

He smiled at the young piece of poonie on his couch. She was already hot . . . wearing jeans that must've been sprayed on and a half-tee that showed her belly. Standard teenage slutwear, though more modest than some of the chicks he saw on the streets. Some of them looked like whores already . . . he should know.

He sat next to her, lifting her chin as if to examine the planes of her face, moving it back and forth as he said, "Very nice indeed. Tim's gonna take a ride while we get to know each other a little better, then we'll do some test shots and such. Why don't you tell me a little about yourself and the professional work you've done? And what you know about me and my work?" He cupped her cheek as he said this, then flipped her hair back as if to examine the piercings in her ear. As she spoke, he dropped his hand, resting it on her knee.

 

[Josie_R]

Josie took a deep breath as the door had been opened and the man had ushered her and Tim inside.

"And you must be Josie. I'm Miguel. Very nice to meet you."

"Pleasure's mine," she responded as she stuck out her hand. She was pleased as he took it and she tried to plant the firmest squeeze she could... adding a wink to her smile. She smiled and nudged Tim before following Miguel through the house to his studio. It wasn't set up as nicely as Tim's was, but she wasn't one to look down on a person's style. Her eyes wandered around the room, and she nodded to Miguel's request before taking a seat on the loveseat that he had pointed out while he and Tim set out for the other room.

At first she found it slightly awkward being by herself in the studio while the 'guys' went out to talk, but she just passed it off as 'new photographer' jitters. Josie remembered the first time she'd done a shoot with Tim and she had been all nerves that day!

Soon however, she wasn't alone again as Miguel came back inside the room, and proceeded to examine her features. He must have seen the question in her eyes as she glanced back to see if Tim followed when he answered with the fact that he had stepped out for a bit. She nodded and thought for a moment before she answered.

"As far as professional goes, I've pretty much done most of everything," she grinned as she spoke, and let her body relax into the back of the loveseat. Apparently she didn't seem to notice that his hand was anywhere out of the ordinary... either that, or she was just extremly niaeve and truely innocent. "Never done anything without clothes though. No interest in it. Besides, there's enough women doing that anyway... I've had my pictures in a few magazines for different advertisements... was on TV once for a comercial, but I was only a background face in that one."

"And what you know about me and my work?"

Josie shrugged, "Tim said that you worked for a big company Downtown and that if I posed for you, that you'd submit a few pictures for me and get me more exposure."

Bright eyes wandered to the photography equipment around the room before settling back on Miguel. Her answers were completely honest, and yes, innocent.

 

[grinner666]

"Well," Miguel answered, "he was about half right. I work mostly freelance, but I do have a stable of girls working for me and I'm very respected in some circles (if respected means feared, he thought). And I can get you more exposure. A lot more." He smiled at his small joke. She wouldn't understand, yet. But she would soon enough.

"Some of my work is for fetish . . . catalogs . . . but I understand you wouldn't be interested in nude or semi-nude work? That's too bad. You'd bring a level of class and style to that sort of work that just ain't there nowadays. But don't worry about it."

"Now I do have one more question, sort of a personal one. Do you have any tattoos I should know about? I ask only because for some work they might have to be airbrushed out, or taken out on the computer before submitting any photos, and that might affect your . . . cut."

He smiled at her again, hand still on her knee, already knowing the answer.

 

[Josie_R]

Josie shook her head, slightly pleased with the answer she was about to give, "Nope. No tattoos. Considered it once, but decided against it. I had an uncle who had a few and when he got to be around 60 or so, they just all looked really bad, faded, and completely stretched out. I kinda lost interest in them after that."

She glanced down to his hand, as if noticing it for the first time before raising her eyes to his face again, "No strange piercings either. Just the two pairs of holes in my ears."

Her gaze then wandered to the cameras as she voiced her question, "So what kind of pictures did you and Tim think that we were going to do today?"

 

[grinner666]

"Well, just some shots of you in street clothes to start out with, then there's a couple of things we could test out. I've got some work coming up for a couple of catalogs . . . one bikini and one lingerie. Victoria's Secret, in fact. Would either of those interest you? We could do some test shots for those . . . I don't have any of the product around here, but we do have some similar stuff. Big wardrobe in the next room. And I'd like to get some video, too."

He smiled at her answer, then got up and picked up a camera. "Why don't you stand over there?" he suggested, pointing at an empty space in front of a white satin backdrop, "Good. Now bend your knees and put your hands on them, facing the camera. Smile . . . good, good. Now turn to the side, same pose. Face me, though. Good girl! Now face away from me, that's it, show the camera your . . . behind, and turn and look at me over your shoulder. Serious look now. Great!!"

This went on for several minutes, her posing at his direction while he clicked away at her. "Now put one hand on your . . . pelvic area, the other behind your head . . . stick your chest out a little more . . . excellent work. Now down on your knees, both hands behind your head. Elbows out . . . good. Good. You're a natural, baby."

He put the camera down . . . he'd gotten a lot of good shots, at least they'd make good introductory material for what she'd be doing soon. She had knockout teats, even if he'd had to do a lot of coaching to make her stick them out at all. He crossed the room, offering his hand to help her to her feet.

"Now, why don't you go into the wardrobe room and pick out a bikini or bra-and-panty set for the next shoot . . . your choice, of course, and we'll try something I can maybe actually submit?"

 

[Josie_R]

Josie enjoyed the min-photo shoot that Miguel put her through. Some of the poses were onces that she was sure Tim had never asked of her. Something about them made her feel a bit more sexy than usual. It was rather exciting, really...

"Now, why don't you go into the wardrobe room and pick out a bikini or bra-and-panty set for the next shoot . . . your choice, of course, and we'll try something I can maybe actually submit?"

"Sure! Just lead the way!" Josie grinned widely as Miguel showed her out of the studio and into the room that held a massive amount of clothing. "Wow... you weren't kidding..."

She cast another smile at Miguel as she watched him leave the room. She shut the door behind him and almost immediately started to undress. She'd already found the perfect bikini that she wanted to try on. It was lavender, and lacey... something that she had always warmed up to. Not to mention that the material was so silky smooth and comfortable. It held up her breasts in such a manner that had she seen herself in a mirror, she would have thought that they looked a bit fake. Oh well... that's what most guys liked right? She shook her head. Whatever... If they didn't like the real thing, then that was their loss. She couldn't even understand why some women got those surgeries.

Glancing down at herself, she admired how well the suit fit her curves, and how well it highlighted her hips. It was the one part of her body that she had no complaints about... her hips. She wiggled them a bit, just to assure herself that the suit wouldn't fall off.

Grabbing a robe from one of the hangers, she wrapped it around her lithe frame and padded, barefoot, back to Miguel's studio.

"Well?" she asked as she stripped off the robe and twirled around in the swimsuit, "What do you think?"

 

[grinner666]

Miguel wolf-whistled at her. "Very nice," he said, "That color isn't the best for you . . . you need something darker, to contrast and accent that gorgeous ivory skin. And the top makes you look, well, enhanced. Not really what we're looking for. But a very nice choice, all in all."

Actually, he loved the way the top lifted and displayed her teats, but he'd found that a girl, especially a model used to being told she was perfect all the time, responded well to some criticism. It made her . . . eager to please. And that, above all, was what he wanted out of this session.

"Why don't we get started? If you don't mind," he said, moving over to the video camera and pointing it at the spot where she'd be standing, then turning it on, "we'll film this, as well. It won't be as good as if I were behind the camera, but I find that sometimes it inspires me."

He waited for her to take her place, then said, "Now bend at the waist, hands over the top. Face up, look at me and smile . . . good! Stand up now, left arm over your t . . . breasts, turn your face to the side . . . very nice. Face me now, and slide the shoulder strap down a little . . . a little more . . . good. Serious expression, now. Now slide the other strap down a little . . . smile . . . great! Turn around and look over your shoulder at me like before . . . niiiice . . . "

He continued for over half an hour, mostly doing standard poses, but occasionally throwing in something a little more sexy . . . sometimes a pose would, if she only saw what the shot looked like, have caused her to blush and flee. But she was a model, used to doing what she was told with her body in front of the camera, and he never pushed. If she seemed uncomfortable with a pose, he just went on as if nothing had happened without taking the shot. He'd have them all on video, anyway.

Finally he was about ready to wrap up. "On your knees now, Josie. Thaaaat's it. Sit back on your heels now, hands on your thighs. Good, now open your legs . . . wider, wider . . . excellent! Now stand up again, face the camera . . . right hand on top of your right breast, and pull the front of your bottoms down a little . . . go ahead, just hook your thumb in the waistband . . . a little further . . . further . . . good! Now blow a kiss at the camera . . . and we're done!"

"Great work, Josie. You're the equal of any professional I've ever worked with. Now why don't you go change back into your street clothes, and we'll talk some about your future before we try the video shoot . . . what I can do for you, what you can do for me. Go on, then."

He watched as Josie practically danced into the wardrobe, smiling to himself and admiring her near-perfect hips and ass. He sat back down on the love seat to wait for her return. She was gonna make him a fortune. And the poor little moppet had no idea what kind of brick wall she was about to slam into . . .

 

[Josie_R]

Surprising herself, Josie didn't object to any of the positions that Miguel put her in, though she already knew that Tim had never asked any of them from her. Something about a new photographer made it so much more easy to try a couple of new things. Even the video taping had been a bit to get used to, but after a while, she'd forgotten that it was even in the room. She was having too much fun simply posing for Miguel.

After the session was done, there were a few beads of sweat beginning to form, and Josie was glad it was over. But, yes, she did literally dance as she went back to the wardrobe room where she had changed before. She couldn't wait to see what some of those pictures would look like.

Slipping her body from the bikini, she hung the article on the hanger and then hung the hanger on the doornob, sure that he would want to wash it before he did any other photo shoots with any other girls. She pulled on her low-rise panties and then her shirt before picking up her jeans. Her babyblue eyes wandered to the racks of clothes again, wishing that she'd made enough money to have had that sort of supply ready when she and Tim were working together. Well, maybe Miguel would let her borrow a couple of things for the next time she did a specific shoot with Tim. As she slipped on her jeans, and dug out her watch, she glanced at the time. How long had Tim been gone? He was only going to step out for a bit, right? With her luck, he'd forgotten the time, and she'd have to hail a taxi to get back to the apartment.

She pulled a micro mirror from her pocket and examined the little make-up that she had on. Always having been more of a natural girl than anything else, and finding that nothing had smeared (maskara, or eyeshadow), she tucked the mirror back in her pocket and headed back to the studio.

"I left the suit hanging on the door for you," she said as she came in, "God, I love the selection of clothes you have! This has been great!"

She emphasized the word as she sat on the opposite side of the loveseat from Miguel. She was literally beaming.

"I just hope Tim didn't lose track of time, otherwise I'll have to call a taxi to get home."

 

[grinner666]

"I just hope Tim didn't lose track of time, otherwise I'll have to call a taxi to get home."

Miguel smiled into her beaming face and laid his hand on her leg again. "I wouldn't worry about it," he said, "now let's talk about your future and our . . . business relationship."

"You should probably know, if you don't already, that I have many business interests. One of those interests involves . . . putting money out on the street where it can work for me. Now, your friend Timmy has been borrowing from me . . . a lot of money, and he's way past due on his loans . . ."

"Now normally a loan this size, and him missing so many payments, well, what I'd hafta do would be . . . kinda extreme, you know? But little Timmy, he had this website he said he'd be willing to give me . . . so it looks, babe, like you'll be working for me . . . at least until your earnings pay off Timmy's debt."

 

[Josie_R]

Josie's baby blue eyes wandered down to Miguel's hand on her leg as the words he was saying sunk in. Tim owed him money... alright. So he'd given the website to Miguel... sure, made sense. She was going to be working for Miguel now? Something didn't jive. She lifted her gaze back to Miguel.

"So in other words, I'm don't have a chance of getting any real exposure, huh? You'll keep the pictures you took... take a few more, and Tim's even with you, right? That's fine... I don't mind taking the trip over here to do a few more shoots. Heck, you've got a wardrobe I won't mind visiting again..."

Something still didn't jive... what did this have to do with Tim coming to pick her up?

 

[grinner666]

"Oh, baby," Miguel shot back, "you don't understand at all, do you? I told you: you work for me until Timmy-boy's debt is paid. But I'll get you plenty exposed, believe you me. In fact, I'm gonna make you famous. I'm gonna make you the biggest porn star that's ever come out of this town."

His hand began sliding up her leg. "Now here's the way it's gonna work: You're gonna move in here . . . with me, at least for now, 'til I've got you trained. In fact, your stuff should be getting delivered any time now. We'll be doing a lot of photography, at least at first, 'til you're really used to being in front of the camera, then we might be able to relax on that a little."

"Financially how it's gonna work is . . . I'm gonna keep everything the website makes, and whatever your . . . other . . . endeavors earn. Every month I'll total it all up, then subtract your expenses . . . clothes, room and board, photographers and makeup people, and like that. If the profits don't at least equal the interest on his debt, there'll be penalties. For him and for you."

His hand was halfway up her thigh now. "And I expect respect and obedience from my sluts. If you're disrespectful or if you disobey me, well, there's penalties for that, too . . . but only for you in that case."

"Of course, you could always say no, but then . . ." he smiled at her, "I would have to consider it a bad debt. Then there would be unfortunate . . . final unfortunate . . . results for all."

 

[Josie_R]

Josie's heart seemed to pound in her ears. Yes, she was innocent... but she wasn't completely dense. Porn star? Sluts? Exposure, profits, penalties... Josie was scared. Her eyes snapped back down to his hand, midway up her thigh, and she tried to scoot back from it. Suddenly his touch was extremely unwelcome.

He was moving all of her things here? She was going to live with him? Tim... how could you?! Her mind reeled, trying to gain it's bearings on what was happening. Surely Miguel didn't think that she was going to do porn videos...

"But I don't do those sorts of things," her voice was barely a whisper, "I'm not a slut... I don't do porn..."

 

[grinner666]

Miguel shrugged and leaned back, taking a cell phone out of his pocket. "Okay, you can't say I didn't give you a chance," he said, punching a number from memory.

"Hola, Johnny. That debt we'd been talkin' about? It's gone bad, man. No, no . . . she didn' go for it. Yeah, I know, but what can you do? No, you can roll by here for her . . . I have no idea where he'll be, but I'd bet he'll end up at his apartment sooner or later. Right."

He leaned forward again, cupping her cheek with one hand. "Too bad, babe. I'd looked forward to working wit'choo . . ."

 

[Josie_R]

"No! Wait!" Josie's heart was pounding furiously, "Leave Tim alone... I'll do what you want... just leave him alone."

It wasn't going to take much to push her to tears, but all in all, she had begun to like Tim. Whether he'd done this to her or not, she wasn't going to be responsible for his death... let him screw himself up...

When Miguel put his hand on her face, she didn't pull back... but there was suddenly a coldness to her eyes.

"Why me? He's got dozens of other girls that he does photos for..." she was so unsure about everything.

 

[grinner666]

"Why you?" Miguel answered, running his fingers through her hair, then resting his hand on her neck, "Why, 'coz I only work wit' the best, baby. And that," he said, giving her cheek a light slap, "isn't a very respectful face. Remember what I said about my sluts bein' respectful. I won't remind you again."

"Now," he said, standing, "we're gonna do that video shoot. Come with me." He stood, tightening his grip on her neck and lifting her, then dropping his hand to grab her ass. Pushing her along, he lead her back to where they'd done their earlier shoots. Giving her backside a rough squeeze, he took her hips and faced her toward the video cam, then backed away, lifting the camera off its tripod.

He pointed it at her, then hit a switch on the wall. Music started coming out of speakers in the ceiling, cheesy elevator stuff. "Now, baby, I know you said you'd do what I want . . . let's see how serious you were. You can disrobe now . . . dance like a stripper tryin' to earn a good tip, an' get naked for me'n' the camera. Now!"

 

[Josie_R]

Josie tried not to flinch as Miguel smacked her cheek... but it was a reflex. And to tell the truth, it shocked her. She'd never been struck before, let alone by a man she'd only met a matter of hours beforehand.

"Now," he said, standing, "we're gonna do that video shoot. Come with me."

"Ow! Hey!" the word were past her lips as soon as he'd pulled her to her feet by her neck, and as his hand dropped to her rear, she instinctively arched her back and tried to pull away, only to find her the recipient of a rough squeeze and his hands on her hips, pointing her towards the camera.

"Now, baby, I know you said you'd do what I want . . . let's see how serious you were. You can disrobe now . . . dance like a stripper tryin' to earn a good tip, an' get naked for me'n' the camera. Now!"

"To this music?" she pointed up at the ceiling for emphasis, but at the look on Miguel's face she held up both hands, as if in surrender, "Alright... fine."

She hated to admit that she had a slight wild side to her, even if she hadn't had sex yet... she did like to dance. A slight though crossed her mind of what her parents would think if they knew what she had gotten herself into... and a thought of getting out of the situation crossed her mind as well. But she had already learned that Miguel was stronger than her, so this wasn't the time to risk anything. Just do what he wants, and wait for the right opportunity, she thought to herself.

Closing her eyes, she turned her back to the camera, and for a moment, it seemed as if she was going to simply stand there. But she moved her right leg to the side a bit, before bending over completely, keeping her knees straight. Her hair, unhindered, fell over her face, like silk in a soft breeze, it moved with her. (It was almost all she could do to keep from laughing at the music she was supposed to 'dance' to.) Moving with what rythym she could gather from the tune, she moved her hips back and forth as she undid one sandal and then the other, removing them completely. Arching her back, and running her hands up her legs, she stood upright again, her hair falling to her back. She cast a sidelong glance over at Miguel, and prayed that this was satisfactory so far...

She moved a bit more to the music with her back still to the camera, but then eventually turned, undoing her jeans as she did so. Hey, he wanted the stripper thing, right? Getting down to her panties wasn't going to be hard... and was certain that he wouldn't push her to take off the underwear. She didn't know of any strip club where the dancers when completely nude. Time would tell if she was wrong or right...

She turned her side to the camera, rotating and rolling her hips as she slid the jeans from her body, leaving her panties in place. Low-rise, v-string, and black lace. She used the angle to her advantage, and let her hair slip down to cover her face. The jeans, she grabbed and threw to the side, but close enough that she could still grab them. As she stood back up, her hair still covering her face, she suddenly regreted not wearing a bra for the visit.

Criss-crossing her arms, letting her hands move along the lines of her body, Josie tugged at her shirt, lifting it slightly, just enough to show the under-cleavage of her breasts before covering them back up. She turned her body to face the camera and tilted her head back, exposing her neck's soft flesh, and began to tug at the shirt again, revealing just a bit more of the bottom roundness of her chest again. As she covered it this time, she snapped her head back upright, making her hair come forward covering her face, only partially this time. She tried her best to smile at Miguel and the camera, but was sure that it came off as more of a smirk than anything...



(OOC: And I'm going to stop for now... )

 

[grinner666]

Miguel raised his head from behind the camera, fixing her with a hard stare.

"Enough with the teasing and stalling, bitch," he said, though in fact he'd been enjoying her little show quite a lot. "I told you to get naked, now do it. I still ain't called my 'friends' offa Timmy-boy's ass . . ."

 

[Josie_R]

Josie felt as if she'd been kicked. Bitch? She thought she would be able to handle the name calling... but the look in Miguel's eyes and the tone in his voice scared her. Leaving the rest of her 'little' show, she pulled her shirt off over her head. She could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she bent to remove her panties as well.

She couldn't bring herself to look at Miguel now and she hung her head, letting her hair drift down to curtain her face slightly. Her hands found places on either side of her waist, criss-crossed in front of her stomach.

 

[grinner666]

"Nice teats," he said, smiling at her and turning the camera off, "but you gotta look like you're enjoying this, little slut . . . unless you wanna get into rape an' bondage films. Then that look is perfect."

"Now put that shirt back on an' try again . . . but this time play with those titties. Show 'em off for your audience. Play with 'em a little. Then get those fucking panties off and show us your cooze. And smile." He turned the camera on again.

 

[Josie_R]

Josie didn't know what to think anymore. First he wanted her clothes off... then he wanted them back on, only for her to remove them again? She shook her head as she bent over to grab the shirt and panties again, slidding them both back into place.

She stood with her back to the camera again, calming her mind and trying to find that same beat in the cheesy music that continued to play. She wanted him to play with herself... and smile about it... okay... relax... she'd done a bit of acting in highschool, though none of it compared to this.

As she turned back to the camera, she brought her hands up, over the top of her shirt, showing that her breasts were there, but not yet exposing them. She had to at least prepare herself to 'play' with them, once they were uncovered. She tossed her hair back over her shoulders, her tongue playing along the upturned lips. Then, grabbing a hold of the hem of her shirt, she slowly pulled it from her body, up and over her head, before tossing it back to the side, on the floor. She threw a smile, filled with flirting and evilness, towards Miguel. Every inch of it an act...

Her hands ran over her breasts again, and Miguel was just a second thought. She imagined doing this for a lover, though she'd never had one... and somehow made it seem alright for a while. After fondling her own breasts for a moment more, her hands trailed down her body... over her taut stomach and curvy hips. Her thumbs found a place at either side of her panties, and she turned her back to the camera again, baring her bottom completely as she bent (straight-legged) to remove them. She smiled back at the camera through her legs before arching her back to stand back up again and turned around.

 

[grinner666]

Miguel smiled behind the camera . . . this new bitch had a body that just wouldn't quit! Those teats were just marvelous, big and firm, with fat, suckable nipples. "Training" her was gonna be the most fun he'd had in some time.

"Very nice . . . for a first time, that is," he said, turning the camera off.

He walked over to the love seat and sat down, legs apart, displaying his obvious erection. "Now come over here and sit in my lap."

Seeing her reluctance, he said, "Oh, come on. I told you what kinda work you're gonna be doin' for me. You think you can do porn without gettin' a LOT closer to a man? You're gonna do porn, and I'm gonna show you how to do porn, or Timmy-boy gets it, and so do you. So get over here. Now."

 

[Josie_R]

He walked over to the love seat and sat down, legs apart, displaying his obvious erection. "Now come over here and sit in my lap."

The brief moment of elation, from Miguel's compliment, was suddenly dashed as he told her to sit on his lap. She took a couple of immediate steps towards him, but hesitated...

"Oh, come on. I told you what kinda work you're gonna be doin' for me. You think you can do porn without gettin' a LOT closer to a man? You're gonna do porn, and I'm gonna show you how to do porn, or Timmy-boy gets it, and so do you. So get over here. Now."

She could care less about Tim at the moment, but she didn't like her own life threatened. One thing was sure, if Tim ever came back to apologize, she'd give him what for. The bastard... they were both bastards... and it was a toss up who was worse in her mind.

"I thought that maybe..." she trailed off as she drew nearer to Miguel. Her heart was pounding, and she could feel herself shaking. Whatever it was she was going to say was lost to her, as she tried to think about not thinking about what it was that she was doing.

Turning, she slowly sat herself on one of Miguel's legs, casting only a split second glance at him before returning her gaze to the floor. She could feel the blush rising in her cheeks.

 

[grinner666]

Miguel wrapped one arm around her hip, then fondled first one nipple, then another, pinching them between his fingers, before saying, "No, no, no! Sluts like you don't sit daintily on a man's knee," he pulled her in, sitting her directly on his crotch, "they grind into him, like the horny little bitches they are, makin' him so hot he's just gotta fuck 'em. Think you can remember that?"

He pushed her back onto the couch with one arm, lifting her legs with the other so she was laying across his lap. He leaned over to play with her teats again, then sucked one nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue and then biting gently at it. In the cool air of the room it had no choice but to become erect. He lifted his head, smiling down at her.

"Oh yeah," he said, running his hand down her torso, over her belly to her sparse, trimmed 'landing strip' of pubic hair, "you gonna make Miguel a ton of money baby. We'll set you up in a place of your own, get you a regular clientele . . . it'll be great. No streetwalkin' for you, baby . . ."

He cupped her pussy, sliding one finger between her lips but not penetrating. "Feels good, don't it? I'm gonna teach you to please a man like you'd never believe a man could be pleased. That's your job from now on, baby. Using those holes of yours to please men. And right now, you want to please me, don't you?"

He'd been stroking her dark hair with his other hand, running his fingers through it. Now he grabbed a handful of it, pulling her head back while he waited for the right answer.