The Casting Couch
The Casting Couch
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rinda Jones
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Erotic Romance
Copyright © 2011 by Amarinda Jones
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Chapter One
"Please, take a seat." He shut the door behind them.
Caroline Croft looked around the room. It was as she expected. There were four video cameras set up at different vantage points in the plain, creamed-colored room. She could see the red light on each of them telling her they were working and trained on her. The only furniture was a dark, red leather sofa where she sat and a mahogany desk and chair beside where he stood. All things considered he wasn't what Caroline expected from her sister Avril's description. She had expected the devil incarnate in a shiny purple pimp's suit. But he was nothing like that. Simple blue denim jeans and a plain white business shirt covered his tall, lean body. His hair was thick, dark and wavy. If this had been any other occasion, she would have been instantly interested in this blue-eyed, hardbodied man. But Caroline wasn't. She was here to teach him a lesson.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Caroline." She sat back on the sofa, her eyes on him. W
atch. Learn. Act
.
atch. Learn. Act
.
"Just that?" He leaned against the desk's edge.
"Yes." Caroline had no plans to be friends let alone meet him again. She was well aware of what she had to do. The thought of what she would need to accomplish to get him where she wanted him to be didn't daunt her. Caroline understood both men and sex. The former could frustrate or delight while the latter she enjoyed with a pleasure she felt no guilt from. Sex was sex unless it demeaned or trapped someone. Her sister had been both. B
ut not for long
. Caroline had a plan. Use him as he had used Avril. "What's your name?"
ut not for long
. Caroline had a plan. Use him as he had used Avril. "What's your name?"
"Marcus."
Caroline knew that already. He was Marcus Ambrose, thirty-two, unmarried owner of six
properties in the best suburbs of Cairns and he had a part interest in a strip club and also legal brothel. Working as an administration assistant at the town council chambers gave her access to find out information about anyone. It was, of course, illegal for her to search the records that she had but Caroline rarely worried about illegalities when it came to protecting those she loved. Caroline crossed her legs knowing full well the short summer skirt that barely covered her ass exposed her full upper thigh. Caroline smiled as she saw his eyes drop down to look. O
h yeah, you're going to
be simple to deal with.
h yeah, you're going to
be simple to deal with.
"Why have you come to me Caroline?"
To screw you over
. "Why do you think?"
Marcus tilted his head and surveyed the woman before him. She was full-bodied, red-headed and gorgeous. Just the way he liked them. That she was there in his office made his dick hard. She was not the type of woman who came to him. Those who did needed the money. This one? There was an enigmatic look in her dark brown eyes that told him there was much more to this woman than a full exposed thigh and a cleavage he wanted to bury his face him. Marcus adjusted his stance to relieve the pressure on his dick. "Everyone has a different reason for coming to see me."
"Really? I would have thought money was the only thing you or I would have a common interest in."
Marcus laughed. Normally the women who came to him were shy and nervous. But not this one. She looked like she owned the room and would make no apologies for it. "So why the adult film industry?" That's what this was all about. Finding women who would have sex with multiple men on film. Marcus had no guilt about it. Money was to be made and after years of working out of town in the mines, he had come back to Cairns to make money and buy up property. He didn't intend to be like his own father. Broke, sick and wasting away in a nursing home. Every time Marcus went to see him, his resolve to amass wealth strengthened within him
. I will not be poor again
. The good money Marcus had made at the mines he put into the local sex industry. Sex equaled money. "Why not work behind a counter or a desk?"
. I will not be poor again
. The good money Marcus had made at the mines he put into the local sex industry. Sex equaled money. "Why not work behind a counter or a desk?"
"Because that type of work bores me." Caroline uncrossed and recrossed her legs again.
Marcus swallowed hard and cursed inwardly. He was usually in better command of the situation. But a flash of what looked to him like bare pussy had almost been his undoing. "You like excitement."
Chapter Two
"I like sex." O
h yeah, I have him
. Men were so easy to work out and deal with. Tease their dicks with the suggestion of what they could have and they were simple to manipulate.
h yeah, I have him
. Men were so easy to work out and deal with. Tease their dicks with the suggestion of what they could have and they were simple to manipulate.
"With multiple men?"
"Yes." There was no need to lie. Caroline did. She enjoyed hard bodies and hot cocks on and in her. She knew what she would have to do with this man where she wanted him to be—under her control. At her mercy.
"Women?"
"No." As much as she liked sex that had never turned Caroline on.
"You're a prude."
Caroline's eyes locked with his. She knew his dick was hard in his pants and that was the reason he kept adjusting his stance. "Fucking hardly. I like dick."
Marcus laughed loudly at her words. "I find honesty refreshing."
"Many who say so don't do it." Like
you. Lying prick.
you. Lying prick.
"Many girls come here to start off their film careers."
Yeah, that's what Avril had thought
. Avril. As much as Caroline loved her little sister, she was
well aware that Avril was dazzled by the easy way to do things without deliberately factoring in the consequences or the cost. It had taken very little for Caroline to get the story out of her crying sister the night she returned home to duplex apartment they shared.
He said I would be on film and that I would be famous.
So you had sex with him and he filmed it? How bloody stupid are you Avril? There is no easy
way to get things. If there is there's always a penalty.
What can I do Caro?
Leave it up to me. I'll deal with him.
And the tape?
I will also get that and keep and use it next time you do something like this again.
But what if he does the same thing to you?
Not bloody likely. Besides I have a plan to teach him a lesson.
"Film career?" Was he kidding? This was all about filming the dumb and the stupid in order to scratch an itch. Caroline uncrossed her legs and closed them together. She knew he was engrossed in her every move. Men were so simple to deal with. She leaned forward to show off more of her boobs. "You make porno films for money. I like money. I like sex. It's all pretty simple to me."
"I like a woman who gets right to the point. So I will too. Take off your clothes. Don't worry about the cameras. That's purely so I can view the footage later and decide which client's production company would be best suited to you. No one else but me will see what we do here today."
Liar. T
hey had already seen footage of Avril being fucked on the internet. It had gone viral. Caroline had not seen his face until now. He had skillfully distorted it so only her sister's face had been visible. That made her even more eager to teach him a lesson. Caroline stood up and smiled at him. "I don't have any panties on so there's not much to take off." Again, she watched him swallow hard. Perfect
. I'll use him for my own satisfaction
. With her eyes locked on his, Caroline reached down to the hem of her lightweight summer dress and lifted it up to expose her pussy.
"You have your clit pierced."
"Is that a problem?" Caroline knew it wasn't. She had yet to meet a man who considered it so. She continued to lift the dress up and off her body.
"You're very beautiful."
Caroline smiled and dropped the dress to the sofa behind her. "Some men don't like full-figured women." Caroline slid her hands behind her back and unhooked her bra. Naked to her had never been an issue. She was who she was.
"Wow," Marcus murmured when he saw her breasts.
Caroline pushed them together. "Would you like me to take your dick and slide it between
them?"
This was the most exciting woman Marcus had ever met. She was shameless in her nudity and speech. She was, in fact, pure sex. He could hardly wait to plunge inside her body and fuck the stuffing out of her. That he was filming it was a bonus. T
his tape I'll keep for private use only.
"Turn around." He wanted to see her ass. Marcus knew it would be exquisite.
his tape I'll keep for private use only.
"Turn around." He wanted to see her ass. Marcus knew it would be exquisite.
Caroline turned as requested and pushed her butt toward him. "You like?"
This woman is totally fuckable
. Marcus took a deep breath and counted backward from ten. He knew he had to pace himself or he would blow his load before he even had a chance to touch this woman. "Oh baby, the things I want to do with you." He pulled at the buttons of his shirt.
She looked back at him over her shoulder. "So do it but…"
"What?" His shirt hit the floor.
"There is one thing I require."
"Anything."
"You need to use a condom." Caroline turned around to face him.
That was standard practice for him. Marcus had fucked so many women in this room that safety was not something he compromised on. He reached into his left jeans pocket and pulled out a strip of condoms that he threw on the desk.
"But you can come on me."
Oh God, I want her
. "Come over here, baby and let's get dirty."
Chapter Three
Caroline walked toward him. She had to admit, despite the circumstances, she was feeling pretty damn horny. Just the suggestion of sex made her feel that way. It had been at least a month since she had enjoyed a man between her thighs. The added bonus was this one would be taught a lesson. She would make sure there would be no more women coming to his office to "star" in a film.
Her eyes roamed down from his handsome face to his hair-roughed chest. Her tongue longed to lick from his neck down to his dick and back up again. She gazed at the obvious bulge in his jeans. Caroline wondered at his staying power. Some men came just looking at a naked woman. As
long
as I get cock and payback that's all I need.
long
as I get cock and payback that's all I need.
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