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OC: It's been a while since I tried starting up a new thread, so I hope this one gets some kind of reception...

IC: I had been up all night, I should have been studying for my exams, but I've had more pressing issues of late; mainly financial. I had been locked away in my apartment working on a website that I hoped would generate some much needed cash. I began to debate morality as I was getting ready to send it live. I hesitated as I contemplated what I was about to do. I looked over at the stack of unpaid bills, on top lay my massive student loan. This was my last year of school, and I couldn't gamble on the fact that I would get a well paying job any time soon. I just hoped that I would get some quick cash, before anyone found out and if they did they could forgive me.

I accepted my fate as I sent the site live. My computer sat silent as www.bedroomservice.com was active. I had created an adult pay site that currently had streaming videos of me and my current girlfriend having sex. Although I was OK with this I wasn't too sure how she would react if she ever found out. I prayed that she never would, I just wanted enough cash to get myself out of debt (at least that's what I told myself). I sat back in my chair as I clicked onto my homepage, the good news was that it was working fine. The bad news was that as I logged in and clicked away was that it was working fine and anyone could watch me and my girl fucking away.

OC: I'm looking for a complete cast of characters for this thread. There's no real limit as to what characters are needed, but I will list essential cast characters before we go any farther. If you're interested please PM me with a brief description of your character.

Casted Roles
Taylor (bigsteve) - The webmaster/student/boyfriend
Patty ( patford31769) - Taylor's girlfriend

Uncast
Troy - bouncer at a local strip club/friend of Patty/Roxy's boyfriend
Roxy - Patty's friend and co-worker at the club/Troy's girlfriend

The following is a suggestion of characters who might add to the interest of this thread:
Taylor's friend (male)
Taylor's girlfriend's parents/family
Taylor's parents/family
Taylor's teachers
 
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Patty

Taylor wouldn't be by for our usual Friday night dinner-movie-dancing date for another three hours yet. Class had let out early this afternoon, and I had already finished my homework. So I had time now to fire up the computer and check my email.

One email was a spam for some free coupons to a local shoe store. I could use some cute, strappy open-toed spiked heels to go with that slinky new red cocktail dress I bought last week. As I checked out the store's shoe selection, various ads kept popping up.

As I web-surfed for shoes, for some reason, one pop-up ad caught my eye. Maybe it was the hot-pink background color. Maybe it was the catchy title: bedroomservice.com. I smiled to myself at the sweet memory of how well Taylor had serviced ME in the bedroom, just last night!

Two mouse clicks, and I was into this web site, as streaming video began. I quickly unhooked my bra and skimmed off my panties, and leaned back in my desk chair, for some relaxing fantasy masturbation.

The movie titles cleared away, and the action began. Tight close-up of this woman sucking a very well-hung guy all the way down to his balls. "I can do that!" I thought to myself. I have been blessed with a complete lack of gag reflex. No matter how long or how thick the cock, I seem to be able to take it all down my throat. The guys love it, and none moreso than my current boyfriend, Taylor. My cock-sucking skills pay big dividends, of course: Taylor loves to return the favor by slowly, patiently eating me out in the most loving, attentive way. And then the way he fucks me after I've sucked him into unbearable horniness. God but his cock, lengthened and stiffened by my skilled lips and tongue, feels so DAMNED good thrusting into my hot, wet pussy!

I was thinking about all of this as I watched the hot action on bedroomservice.com and fingered my own clit.

Then the camera backed away to show all of her beautiful, shapely body...and HIS!

Finally, you could see their faces. His first. My God, it's Taylor! I'm going to KILL him, making a porno with some cheap slut of a girl! But then the girl's face appeared. It was ME! I am the cheap slut of a girl in this porno!

Now I'm REALLY going to kill him! Putting our private love-making on the web for the whole world to see!

"You are visitor number 15,284 today" flashed on my screen. I had charged $5 to my credit card to watch this video. Let's see, 15,000 visitors in one day, times $5 each is...my God, we're gonna be RICH! That realization took some of the edge off my anger.

Seeing Taylor slide his cock in and out of me on screen, tight close-up of his amazing hard-on pushing and pulling and stretching my pussy lips, was getting me so HOT! I slid first one, then two, then three fingers deep up into myself, and I came quickly, loudly, powerfully. I felt so much love for my Taylor now.

I grabbed my cell phone and called Taylor. "Let's stay IN tonight," I told him. "We can shoot another video for your web site. I promise, I'll make it MUCH hotter than the first one!"
 
Taylor

I was finishing off some more code for the site as I was trying to get some of the other videos online, I had been up all night editing and I was getting pretty tired. The phone was ringing. I picked it up and Patty was on the other end she sounded excited as she began speaking to me. My mind blanked as I tried to ready an explination.

"Let's stay IN tonight, we can shoot another video for your website. I promise, I'll make it MUCH hotter than the first one!" she spoke seductively. I really couldn't believe my luck, she wasn't mad, and to be honest this wasn't the reaction I was expecting at all. I thought I would have to talk her into this, but from the sounds of things I wasn't going to have to. To be honest, this didn't shock me either.

I hung up the phone and yawned. Patty was on her way over with dinner, and I'm sure with a few ideas on her mind for us to try. I was exhausted, and could probably use a shower. I decided the other videos could wait for later. What was really needed was a nap and a shower.

* * *

I was stepping out of the shower when I heard the knock on my door. I knew it had to be Patty as I wrapped a towel around my waist and answered the door. She had a bag of take out food in one hand as she rushed in and gave me a big kiss. Her hands were all over me and my towel was off before I could even shut my door. She whispered in my ear "I picked up some dinner, but all I really want is the main course" as I felt her hand begining to stroke my hardening cock. She lead me into the bedroom and over towards my bed. She slid out of her red dress revealing her sexy lingerie underneath. She was wearing high heels and thigh high black nylons attatched to a garter and a corsette, but no underwear. We kissed some more as she asked "Where's the camera big boy, I want to make this one hot!"

"Actually I uh,..." I paused as I felt like I was going to let her down, "I traded it in for some of the computer gear for the site, and I was going to install some web cam around the room so that I could get more angles" Patty looked around noticing the web cams on my shelf, then back at me

"I guess we'll keep this one private... this time!" she chuckled, as she put her finger to my lips. I could feel her kisses moving their way down my chest and stomach until she was kneeling in front of me. I loved it when she looked up at me with her big eyes holding my hard cock inches from her mouth. Her lips pelting my head, followed by licks up and down the shaft until finally she takes me inside her mouth, allowing it to slide all the way to the back of her throat. God how I loved her no gag reflex, I gently pulled her head closer to me as she began sucking me.

I gripped her hair as her expert mouth worked my cock to full hardness, it felt as if my skin was stretching to its limit as I slid further and further down her troat. Her mouth worked overtime as glorious bliss washed through my body. I began groaning as she force fed me down her throat, my legs buckled as I moaned out in ecstasy. I thought I might cum right then and there. She popped me out of her mouth before anything could happen. "Not so fast big boy, I want you to fuck me before you shoot your wad" she said as she stood up. She bent over my bed as she waved her ass at me, "what are you waiting for get over here and fuck me stud!" she commanded.

I positioned myself at her pussy entrance and felt her wetness thrust back onto me. "Fuck me hard!" she said as she leaned back, her hands pulling my hair as our mouths embraced. I slid in and out, and could feel her pussy clenching around me "Ohhh, yeah!" she cried "fuck me hard, and cum in my pussy, fuck!!!!" My cock shot out a giant wad, it was so relieving to spill my seed deep inside her, I could feel her pussy spasming out of control as well. It was probably for the best that this wasn't taped, not much for show, but sometimes a quick dirty fuck is what's called for. As I pumped my final shots into her I could hear her giggling, she leaned back and kissed me before sliding to her knees and putting my ejaculating cock back in her mouth. She moaned her approval as I entered her mouth again, and shot the last few loads of cum into her.

I popped out again my dick covered in saliva, she smiled at me opening her mouth to show me all the cum she was about to swallow. I looked down at her grinning back. She swallowed and said "I'm hungry, let's eat".

* * *

We had gotten dressed and started picking at the cold chinese food.

"So you're really not upset about this at all?" I asked.

"Honey why would I be upset? I mean, at first I was, but that was because I thought you were pumping some cheap slut, but then I realized it was me. Besides it's hard to be upset with all that money, right?" she looked longingly into my eyes, as if I might not see the question for what it really was (or what I thought it was).

"What makes you think there's a lot of money?" I asked.

Patty was fighting to get all her noodles in her mouth "well... when I was, on last... night I saw the counter said over 15,000 visitors and you charge $5 so all I know is that 15,000 X 5 equals a lot of money!" she smiled kissing me on the cheek.

"Well, what you have to take into account is that the counter is not the total number of paying customers, plus I started it off high. Then you also have to factor in that I paid a lot of money for this gear, mainly with my credit cards. I'll be lucky to see a profit anytime soon. I mean I hope I do, but..." I could see it in her eyes, disappointment. There was a short pause. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"So you're telling me that your worse off than before?"

"In a manner of speaking, technically, yes. But..." she cut me off before I could finish.

"Mother-fucker!" she said angerily.

"Listen, Patty, don't worry this thing will make loads of cash just give it time, I've got tonnes of great ideas..." she was getting up. "Where are you going?"

"I've got a great idea too!" she stated.

"What's that?" I asked.

"I'm going to get the hell out of here!" she was gathering her belongings.

I grabbed her arm, "Patty wait! Please stay, at least hear me out!" I pleaded.

"You know what this isn't even about us is it? It's about you, this was never us was it, you selfish bastard!" she screamed holding back tears.

"Where did that come from? What are you talking about?" I was panicking.

"You know, I should have just stayed dancing. I should have never gone back to school with you. Look how fucked we both are. You know I'm just gonna call Troy and see if I can go back to work for him" she said reaching for her cell phone.

"Oh great, you're gonna be a stripper again!" I shouted.

"Better than being your porn slut!" she shot back, and with that she slammed the door.

I sat there looking at my plate of cold chinese food, suddenly I didn't feel so hungry.
 
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Patty

Out of deep and genuine love for my Taylor, I had offered myself up to him to make a truly hot video, that could bring a lot of money to his new web site. As his girlfriend and co-star, I had figured that he would split the money with me, and we would both become very rich. But even more exciting to me than even all that money, had been the knowledge that couples everywhere would be turned-on watching the genuine and completely-uninhibited passion between Taylor and me.

But just as I was getting myself all psyched up to the be the porn queen of the millenium with the man I thought I loved, Taylor told me that he had sold his cam-corder to buy more computer equipment, to handle the traffic that he expected the web site to bring. I was cool with that--more traffic means more money. For BOTH of us!

Then he admitted that, as a marketing ploy, he had faked the traffic counter on his web site. In fact, I had been his first and only visitor. And after buying all that computer equipment, he was even more broke than ever.

And the only and only video he had of our making love, was made without my knowledge and consent, so I had not been able to give it my full passion. And the hidden camera had not been in the greatest position, since he hadn't wanted me to notice it. Plus, he had shot it in low light: after all, how secret would it have been from me, had he lit up the room with giant studio lights?

His secrecy just got me SO mad. Didn't he know me by now? Didn't he know my almost TOTAL lack of sexual inhibition, where he was concerned? Had he only trusted me enough to TELL me up front, I would have given him one HELL of an erotic performance to put on his web site! The more I thought about his dishonesty, deception, and complete lack of trust in me, the madder I got. It was like he didn't know me or understand me at ALL!

But all my anger was too late now. I had stormed out of his life now. And as things stood, there was no way in hell his existing tape was going to make much money, even if he WOULD still give me my cut, which I doubted. And he had no video equipment to make a new tape. And no girlfriend (me) any more to star in a tape, even if he COULD film it! He was in a real pickle now, and he needed someone to love and understand him, and I had proven that I am NOT that person! Was I madder at him, or myself, for that?

After storming off, I seethed and boiled at Taylor for weeks. Of course, he didn't KNOW that, and the only person my inner-directed anger was hurting, was ME! That just got me even MADDER! But why was I so mad at him? He was out of my life now, and good riddance!

But what was this guilt eating away at me? Damn, damn, DAMN my guilty feelings! Anyway, I wasn't about to give HIM the satisfaction of knowing what an emotional wreck I was over our break-up.

Then one day, I realized what it was. What the hell kind of girlfriend was I, all loving and sexy and sexual, ready to star in his adult video, when I thought it would make me rich. And then dumping his sorry ass when I realized that he was broker than ever, still dreaming impossible dreams instead of getting a REAL job. I thought I had loved Taylor for who he was! So when had I become such a gold-digger? I blamed HIM, and his always talking big dreams, for turning me into the gold-digging bitch I had apparently become, and that made me even madder at him!

Still seething, I called Taylor at 3 AM. He answered the phone, sleepy, groggy, and grumpy at being awakened at such an ungodly hour. "I want a boyfriend who makes me a BETTER person!" I screamed at him. "But you have made me into a WORSE person! I HATE you, Taylor! I hate what you've turned me INTO!"

"If you hate me so much, Patty, why the hell are you calling me at 3 AM? Why not just go away and leave me the hell alone!" he shouted.

"Because," I admitted in a sheepish whisper, "some stupid, disgusting part of me actually still LOVES you, you IDIOT!" Then I rasised my voice. "And I hate you for that most of ALL!" Then I slammed the phone down hard, as if just DARING Taylor to call me back now.
 
Taylor

I could hear Patty slamming down her phone as she hung up, she was mad, but as she said she was still in love with me. It was 3am and I wasn't fully awake. I got out of bed, feeling confused and unsure. Should I phone her back? She said she wanted a boyfriend who makes her a better person, but lately I don't think that's me. I began to reflect what I had done to her, I essentially abused her trust to make some money. Did it matter that she didn't mind? I wasn't so sure. I decided that I couldn't call her back. At least not tonight. I got out of bed and walked over to my kitchen in my boxer shorts. I needed to get this site profitable and the only way to do that was going to be with lots and lots of coffee.

I had just finished uploading some extra content to the site. It wasn't the best, and to be honest was even worse quality then the footage I had with Patty. I needed new content for the site. I needed someone who wanted to do this, but most of all I needed someone who loved me and I loved. I needed Patty. It's too bad I came to this conclusion at 5:30 AM. I dived for my phone, not thinking of the hour or the consequences. I had to talk to Patty. Of course I got the answering machine, who wouldn't be sleeping at 5:30?

"Hi Patty, it's me Taylor. I was thinking about you and the things that you said. I'd like to get together with you sometime and maybe we can talk? I'm sorry it's taken me this long to figure it out, but I love you Patty and I need you in my life." I finished recording my message, but I erased it and hung up the phone. I thought that this is something I should say face to face to her. She deserved it. I went to bed and woke up late the next morning.

After I finally got up I called down to the club where Patty dances and asked for Troy. Troy could tell me if Patty was working tonight. Although Troy was a friend, there was something about him that I didn't care for. He seemed kind of... scummy. He worked in the strip club as a bouncer, although he was managing it now too since the owner wasn't around. His girlfriend (Patty's friend), Roxy, worked the club too, although she was known to do other things if you paid Troy enough.

"Troy speaking" he said.
"Hey Troy, it's Taylor..."
"Hey Taylor, haven't seen you in ages"
"Yeah I know, I was wondering if you could tell me if Patty was working tonight?"
"Yeah she is, come by around close if you want to see her, and maybe we could talk about a few things?"
The tone of his voice worried me, what few things? I thought.
"What did you want to talk about Troy?" I asked.
"I'd rather wait until you were at the club" he said.

I hung up the phone, but I was worried as to what he wanted to talk about. Was it something to do with Patty? I was going to have to wait.

* * *

Evening came around and I was going into the club to talk to Patty. I had brought a hidden camera with me, just in case. I wasn't too sure what Troy was up to, I thought it might be better to cover my tracks, and who knows maybe I could catch some extra footage for my sight. I had it inside my brief case which Troy would let me take into the club, because he knew me. My knees were getting shaky and my stomach was getting flip floppy as I got closer to the entrance. I was going to see Patty since she stormed out, and suddenly I remembered the last time I saw her at the club. Troy had let me watch her work one night. I had seen her laying across two guys laps while one played with her boobs and the other played with her pussy. I was furious that Troy would let her do that, and more so let me see it. Patty and I had worked it out, but to be honest that image plagued me our entire relationship, and to be honest turned me on a bit, although I wouldn't admit it.

I entered the club and Troy was there to greet me. "Where's Patty?" I asked right away. "She's dancing on the main stage in 15 minutes. Why don't you come to the bar and I'll get you a drink?" seeing as my options were limited, I thought why not. I sat at the bar and Troy got me a beer and one for himself.

"Listen, I know you and Patty are going through some rough times, so if you want I can arange a little meeting for you two in the back".

"That would be great Troy," I said.

"Don't worry about it, just come see me in my office once the club is closed. Oh, did you want me to tell her that you're here, or do you want it to be a surprise?"

"Don't tell her I'm here" I said as Troy showed me to the back room.

I got comfortable on the bench seats, as I looked around realizing this was the same room I had watched Patty in with those two guys. I was thinking about that night, and wondering what might have happened had I not gotten upset and had Troy step in. I looked around noticing the masks they kept in here. This was a room for upscale "private" type clientele. Troy ran his club a little differently then most, and if you paid up enough cash you could pretty much do anything you wanted. I picked up the masks, wondering what it would be like to see Patty working. I put it on and sat back finishing off my beer. I decided to put my briefcase down on the otherside of the room, maybe I could get some interesting footage of Patty working.
 
Patty

I was trying hard not to think about Taylor. He had betrayed my trust, and showed me that he didn't trust me enough to ASK me to be in his vodeo, choosing to make a tape without my knowledge and consent, not trusting that I would say yes if he had only ASKED me to make a tape with him. This lack of trust was hard to forgive or forget. But I love the big lug anyway, so thoughts of him were never far from my mind, even at work. Tonight at the gentlemen's club, as I did my popular snake dance, where I slither upside down and naked on the club's brass pole, I couldn't help but think about Taylor, about how great it would look to have video of my snake dance on Taylor's new web site.

After I finished my dance, and I scooped up my money and my clothes from the stage, Troy, the club owner/bouncer, told me I had a big tipper waiting for me in the VIP room.

The VIP room is kept fairly dark, so I couldn't really see the guy much. But I could see he had a mask hiding his face. This customer was evidently into kinkiness, but hey, if the tip was good enough, I was up for it. He slipped two twenties into my hand. Yes, that was a good start.

"What's your pleasure?" I grinned at him.

He asked me to start by stretching out face-up on his lap. I salaciously removed my top for him, and stretched myself cat-like across his lap. As he fondled my breasts, rolling and pinching my hard nipples between his fingers, I made a special point of grinding my G-string-covered ass hard against his crotch. He pulled another $20 bill from his pocket, rolled it up, and slid it down the front of my G-string, making sure that the paper rubbed seductively against my clit.

I closed my eyes and softly moaned. I remembered once grinding like this into another customer's lap, as he fondled my breasts and my boyfriend Taylor watched. Taylor had acted upset that I would let another man fondle my naked breasts, yet at the same time the growing bulge in Taylor's pants had told me that watching me with another guy was turning Taylor on like crazy.

Speaking of turning on a guy like crazy, my mysterious masked customer was growing quite a nice bulge up the front of his own trousers now. I slipped a hand into his pants pocket, to play with his cock a little, with only the fabric of his pcket separating my hand from what seemed to be a VERY nice hard-on. My hand felt another dollar bill in his pocket. My customer grinned, "You can have the money if you want it." I wrapped my hand around the money, and slid it out of his pocket. To my surprise, it wasn't another twenty, but $100.

I would have to do something VERY special for this guy, to feel that I had earned that $100.

"Would you like to feel my pussy?" I asked, becoming breathless at the idea of a finger on my now achingly horny clit.

I didn't have to ask twice. He slid a finger straight down the front of my G-string, slowly massaging the entire circumference of my pussy lips, and then caressing my throbbing clit, then slipping inside my dampening slit to massage my G-spot. I let out a very loud groan. "You touch me as good as my boyfriend does!"

He let out a wicked, almost sinister laugh, as he pulled his finger out of my pussy, and he slowly licked my juices off of his finger. "Mmmm!" he cooed. "QUITE tasty."

"That's what my LAST boyfriend used to tell me!" I laughed.

"Well, he was RIGHT!" my mysterious customer chuckled, as he slipped his finger back inside me and started exploring everywhere. I ground my G-string covered ass even harder into his crotch now, and I began to purr contentedly.

I sat up in his lap now, facing him, my legs straddling his waist. I untied and removed my G-string. I kissed the front and then the side of his neck. I lifted his T-shirt, and I began massaging his muscular, slightly-hairy chest, then leaned in to kiss his nipples, as I ground my bare pussy very hard into his zipper. He handed me another $20 bill, complaining that this was his last twenty. I handed it back to him and told him to keep it. I then reached down the front of his pants, encircling my hand around his enormous pulsating cock. "Somebody wants to PLAY!" I giggled.

"Mmmm!" he moaned. "That feels so GOOD, Patty!"

I hit the brakes on my lap-dance. How the HELL did this guy know my name?

I tugged off his mask now, half in anger and half in curiosity.

"Taylor!" I scolded. "What the hell are YOU doing here?"

He told me that he had been thinking about what I had said, about how I still love him. He had realized that he loves me too, and he wanted me to know that. He had come here tonight partly to tell me that he loves me.

He had also thought about what I had said, about wanting a boyfriend who makes me a better person. So another reason he was here tonight, was to take the first step toward becoming the kind of boyfriend I wanted. But that still wasn't his only reason for being here tonight.

"And the other part of why you're here?" I challenged.

"To see if you still want to make that sizzling adult video you promised me we would both star in."

I knew Taylor was in a financial bind, having spent so much on his web site, which had yet to make a return on his investment. Yet he had spent all but his last $20 on me, just to be with me tonight. So how could I refuse the request of the man I love, who was trying SO hard to show me how much he genuinely loves me? By these acts, he was definitely well on the way to becoming the kind of boyfriend I wanted, needed, desired, and deserved.

In silent reply to his question about making that video, and in gratitude for his efforts to repair our relationship, I slithered down to the floor between Taylor's legs. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. I wrapped my hand around his very hard cock, and I guided it past my lips and down into my throat. His magnificent stud-pole tasted and felt every bit as wonderful as I remembered. But then again, the sex part of our relationship had NEVER been the problem!

"Consider this my rehearsal for the role," I grinned, hollowing my cheeks and sucking powerfully. "But I want full editorial control of the film! And half the gross."

"Agreed!" he moaned, slipping one finger into my pussy, another into my ass, and swirling his thumb all over my outrageously horny clit, as I eagerly, hungrily, and desperately tried to make him come in my mouth now.
 
Taylor

Patty had me in a position in which she knew I'd never argue with her, my dick in her mouth. To be honest she gave the best blow job I'd ever had, and to be honest I'd have given in to her request even if it wasn't. She was right this should be about us and not just me, it would be the only way we'd make it.

Patty sucked me hard as I saw her checks hollowing around my hard cock. I felt excited, she was the only woman who could ever get me there with just her mouth, and she loved to flaunt it. I knew the camera was rolling, and I wouldn't have much time before I ran out of record time. I had to start running it before I got into the club. My legs buckled slightly as I felt near the edge, and Patty knew too as she paced herself even faster. I was going to explode in Patty's mouth, and she was working for it. I put one hand against the wall to steady myself as the first jet shot into the back of her mouth, she gulped it down greedily, then the next, and the next. Patty pulled back letting me slide out of her mouth she began jerking me as my cock rubbed against her face as sticky jets of jizz flew everywhere. Patty licked me clean as I kept firing. Droplets of sperm covered her face and mouth. I snapped into reality for a second and hoped that the camera had gotten it all, or anything for that matter as this room was poorly lit.

Patty looked up at me grinning her approval, and I grinned back. "I love you baby" I said to her, and she returned it with "I love you too" with a cum covered smile. Suddenly the lights came on in the room, and I could hear Troy at the door "I'm glad to know that you two love birds have made up, but now that that's out of the way I need to talk to you Taylor"

I looked down at Patty, both of us showing our disappointment to one and other. "You'd better go see what he wants, asshole!" Patty said, "I'll get cleaned up and meet you up there". I grabbed my stuff and kissed Patty good-bye as I headed up to Troy's office. The club was closed as I came out and headed up the stairs.

I entered Troy's office as he sat behind his desk grinning at me. "Good time tonight?" he asked as he reached into his desk drawer and pulled out some whiskey and two shot glasses pouring both he gave me one as we drank in celebration.

"Patty is a good girl, and I'm glad she's back with you, but there are a few things I want to talk to you about" Troy said.

I finished my shot, it was harsh and to be honest I hated whiskey. "And what would that be Troy?"

"Well the first thing I want to know is do you want Patty to stop working here again?"
"She's a big girl she'll make up her own mind" I replied, knowing full well that with Patty getting cut in on the website she'd be more than willing to stop working here, which is what I wanted.

"She makes a lot of money here Taylor, alot of money for me. If that's the way you want it well then I guess we'll let her decide that. On the other hand I have a proposition for you."

I was intrigued, what possible proposition could Troy have for me? "And that would be?"

"I've seen your webiste. I like what you've done with it, but it seems a little lacking, doesn't it?"

"Maybe right now, but I've been working on it, soon it will be up and running". I hoped he wouldn't catch my bluff.

Troy just stared me down for a bit "Look, Taylor, I'm just want to be your friend here. I want to do what's best for all of us. You need more money for your site, and I have money. I need Patty to work for me in some capacity, and you don't want her to work here. Also, no offence, but all your site has to offer right now is a bunch of shitty quality movies of you and Patty fucking and a few other poor quality videos of you fucking ex-girlfriends. By the way has Patty seen those yet?"

The way he asked I knew she hadn't. I had forgot to take them down, I had put them up in a desperate act to try and add some content to the site, but once I realized I wanted to be with Patty it was all I thought of.

"Look, I'm offering you money, advertising, and some extra talent if you want it. All I want in return is an add for my club on your site, promise to repay the loan when the money starts coming in and half of the cut" he put out his hand as if expecting me to jump out of my seat and shake it.

"I can't make that deal" I replied.

Troy's face wrinkled, "what do you mean?" his hand still reaching out.

"I'm no longer the primary owner of the site, you'd have to ask Patty as well" I said. Just then Patty walked into the office.
 
Patty

My anger over Taylor not telling me he was vodeotpaing our lovemakming for a web site had pretty much subsided by the time I sucked Taylor's big, beautiful hard cock down my throat at the gentlemen's club where I am an exotic dancer.

I have always loved the way Taylor's cock looks. It's one of the things that most attracted me to him in the first place, and that kept us together for so very long. But as great as his cock looks, it feels even better, whenever it slowly, gently slides its way down my throat. I don't understand women who don't like to suck cock. Maybe they're just not lucky enough to have a guy who feels as wonderful against the back of your throat, as Taylor always does. I think it's the rhythym of his twitching and pulsing, the smoothness of his taut cock-skin, that makes it feel so great as it slides down and down and down. Or maybe that's it: it does slide down and down and down, it seems to be endless, and I just want to take it in more and more, further and further, deeper and deeper down my throat, I never want it to stop, I never want it to end.

And then it explodes. It's like having a volcano erupt in your mouth, blasting against your throat. The explosive power of his orgasm, the forcefulness of the come erupting against the back of my throat, the slickness of his man-juice oozing and gliding down the back of my throat. Feeling the love and lust and desire and urgency in my mouth and in his cock as I suck him. The realization of my power over him, that my hollowed cheeks can produce SUCH a strong reaction from him. And his power over me, that makes me WANT to suck and gulp and swallow him all night long like that. That makes me daydream about the next time I can be on my knees and gulping and swallowing his erupting, blasting torrents of come. His power to make my lips, tongue, and throat so sorely miss the feel of his hard-on, whenever we're apart.

What's NOT to like about giving the man I love such amazing blow-jobs? And despite our recent disagreements and difficulties, one thing I can be sure of always, is that I do love Taylor. Well, two things: I can also be sure now that he really and truly loves ME!

But now I had to leave Taylor to talk privately with club owner Troy. I was dying to know what they had to talk about, so I accidentally-on-purpose left my bikini top in the VIP room, and walk back into the main lounge topless. This gave me the perfect excuse to renter the VIP room at the opportune moment, on the pretext of retrieving my top, so I could eavesdrop on the conversation between Taylor and Troy.

Troy was offering to help finance our new and improved version of the bedroomservice.com web site, and to provide talent besides Taylor and myself. In return, Troy wanted half the profits.

"I can't allow that," I interrupted. "Taylor's already giving me half the gross, so giving you half the profit would leave my sweetie doing all the work and making zero money for that." I leaned in and kissed Taylor.

"Thanks for sticking up for me, baby," Taylor kissed me back, tweaking my bare nipples.

"Seriously," I turned to Troy. "How much do you really need, to meet your costs of providing talent, and to make about a 25% profit on your investment?"
 
Taylor

Patty was sitting on my lap, I could feel her hips gyrating slightly against my lap. I could see Troy eyeing her, I didn't blame him one bit. Patty was topless and she had fantastic tits. She moved her legs open so that I was inbetween them, my cock hardened as she planted her high heeled black boots on the outside of my legs. She leaned back to kiss me once more while looking Troy straight in the eye "what kind of return do you want on your investment?" she asked point blank again.

Troy stood gazing at us for a moment, she was playing a game with him and he knew it. It was obvious Troy knew that Patty was a draw, he'd known that since she'd been dancing for him. He also knew that people would want to see her fuck. Troy stroked his beard as if pondering what would be the best deal for him.

Patty leaned back against me, my hard cock was sliding in between her crack pushing her panties into her crack. Her gyrations were getting more obvious and I couldn't wait until we were out of the club.

Troy went back to his chair and just stared at the two of us. "Goddamn you two do make me hard!" he said with a grin.

"Tell you what I'm going to do. I have a house that I think the two of you could use as a base of operations, plus it will help out come tax time because I can say that this house is a work place. It's a really huge mansion up in Mountain heights, and I think it would be the right setting for this site. You could wire up the house and yard and you two could make all the fuck movies you want. It's very private so I don't think you should have any trouble should you want to fuck outdoors. It's a great place and I know you'll both love it, why don't you go there this weekend and check it out. I'll stop by on Monday and we'll discuss the deal further" he said as he reached into his pocket and flung the keys at Patty.
 
Patty

Troy joked how the decision he had to make was hard, but watching me dance nearly naked on my boyfriend Taylor's lap was making HIM even harder!

Then Troy offered to let us use his Mountain Heights mansion to film our explicit videos for our new web site. Troy even trusted me enough to toss me the keys to his place. Taylor and I could go there and check the place out any time, without Troy feeling the need to keep an eye on us.

When Taylor and I finally did find the time to get up to the mansion, we were amazed at all the great locations to film our fuck-videos for our new web site. The waterfall at one end of the swimming pool. The outdoor Jacuzzi. The big heart-shaped bed in the master bedroom. The huge sunken bathtub. The big center island of the kitchen, at just the right height for me to hop up and have Taylor kneel down and eat me out. Or for Taylor to hop up on the counter, while I suck his big, beautiful, always-hard cock.

"You know," I grinned at Taylor, "I think we need some rehearsals before we film. Lots and lots of rehearsals! Instead of a DRESS rehearsal, this can be an UN-dress reearsal!" I joked.

"So," I turned to Taylor. "With all these GREAT places to make love, where do you want to practice for our film first?"
 
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