Date: Sun, 26 Jul 2015 21:10:39 +0000
From: azburglar@lycos.com
Subject: QJ Productions

When my fiancé and I graduated from college, times were tough. There
wasn't a single employer that was hiring. For a while I waited tables as we
struggled to pay basic bills. After putting in hundreds of applications, I
finally received an invitation for an interview from a company called QJ
Productions.

I had never heard of this company before so prior to the interview I did
some research. The first startling thing I discovered was that QJ
Productions was a company that was involved in the porn industry and
maintained several pornographic websites. Fearing I may have fell for some
sort of scam, I called the person who I set the interview with and she
assured me that the position they were looking to fill was a business
management related position and although the company was involved in
pornography, the job would in no way relate to filming / creating
pornography. She said that QJ Productions serves as a middle man and does
not create its own content.

When I was in college, I never would have even considered working for
anything related to the pornography industry. I have always considered
myself a feminist and I felt that pornography was disgusting and degrading
to women. However, the reality was that I badly needed work and this was an
opportunity I couldn't pass up.

I discussed the position with my fiancé. He was concerned that it was a
scam and they would try to pressure me into appearing in films. I had to
explain to him that it was a strictly business position. After I explained
this to him and showed him the job description, he was supportive but
warned me to watch out for "anything creepy" during the interview.

On the day of the interview, I dressed in my most formal clothing and drove
to the address I was provided. As I gripped the steering wheel and
navigated through traffic, I noticed my hands were trembling slightly. I
was nervous and did not know what to expect. When I arrived at the address,
I was pleasantly surprised to see the place that I was interviewing at was
a nice glass office building. I turned off the engine to the car, took a
deep breath, and headed for the entrance.

I walked inside and looked around. The office was pristine and very clean
looking. There were doors leading to the left and right and a c-shaped desk
manned by a young woman working as a receptionist. I approached her slowly
and in a tone of voice as polite as I could muster, I reached out to her,
"Good morning, I am here for the 10:00 interview."

The young women looked at me with a beaming smile that showed confidence.
"Hello, I'm Becky," she said. "You must be Judith. Ms. Belcher will be
right with you." She directed my attention to two black leather couches
across from her desk.

I sat down and waited nervously. Eventually I was directed to an officer to
my right. When I opened the door and stepped inside I was surprised to see
such a large, swanky office. There was artwork all over the office of the
avant garde variety and the office was lush with expensive looking
plants. As alluring as the décor was, it was ultimately overshadowed by
the large and, once again, pristine looking desk in the center of the
room. Behind the desk stood an attractive older woman in a yellow designed
suit with platinum blond hair.

"You must be Judith," the woman said as she walked from behind her desk and
extended her hand in my direction. "My name is Charlotte Belcher and I am
the owner of QJ Productions. I'm looking forward to interviewing you,"
Ms. Belcher spoke authoritatively as she looked me over.

"Hello," I said as I took a hold of her hand and shook it. I noticed her
grip was very firm and confident. "You have such a nice office. I am very
excited about this opportunity..."

"Have a seat," Ms. Belcher cut me off as she went back and sat down at her
own desk. "I am surprised such a young attractive girl such as yourself is
interested in working for my company."

I could feel a lump form in the back of my throat. "Well," I said.
"Honestly, I never expected to work somewhere involved in... uhm... adult
entertainment."

Ms. Belcher nodded her head at me. "When I first started out, the only
women I know who worked in this industry were the performers," Ms. Belcher
explained. "Now don't get me wrong, I know some adult actresses that are
great business women and who are very wealthy, but I could never imagine
exposing myself in a dirty movie for the pleasure of a bunch of skeezy
men. That being said, starting this company and leading it as a strong
woman, I have done very well for myself and shown that women can be just as
a competent on the business side of things, perhaps even superior to men."

"I can tell you have done well... just by looking at your office," I
responded respectfully. "I am new to this whole... adult thing but I have
studied business and I... would certainly appreciate the chance to learn
from someone experienced..."

"I like that you are eager to learn," Ms. Belcher responded warmly. "And I
will tell you that what is most important in this position is business
skills. You will at times need to be a saleswoman. We do not film anything
ourselves. I have always had little interest in being involved in the
production side of things. So everything we sell to our customers, we buy
from someone else. This is a clean, professional position although we do
sell pornography so you can't be too squeamish about these sorts of
things. I also saw on your resume that you have experience with computers
which is one of the reasons I chose you for an interview."

"I do have some experience working IT..." I explained. "I know how to
maintain a website, I did that for my school."

"Excellent," Ms. Belcher stated enthusiastically. "One more thing," she
said. "As I have proven, it is absolutely possible for a woman to succeed
and even prosper in this industry. But there are parts of this industry
that still operate like an old boy's club and there are men out there who
will try to push you around. If you listen to what I say and call people
out whenever they cross the line, you will be fine. I am just warning you;
you will need to grow some thick skin. If you are smart, you can use this
to your advantage."

"You seem to know a whole lot Ms. Belcher," I responded as I looked into
her eyes with great interest. My voice was tinged with a hint of emotion as
I felt I was finally close to officially being offered a real job.

"By the way dear," Ms. Belcher began. "Are you married?"

"Well," I stammered. "I am engaged to be married, so... sort of. I mean, I
have a fiancé named Kyle."

"Oh," Ms. Belcher responded with a hint of disappointment in her voice.
"You seemed like the type of young women who would not be tied down by a
man. Well, I expect you will be spending a lot of hours here working,
sometimes on the weekend so I hope that will not be a problem."

"Oh no," I said emphatically. "I am very eager to start my career,
Ms. Belcher. Whatever you need, I will do it."

"Fantastic," Ms. Belcher responded. "You start tomorrow."

The next day I officially started working for QJ Productions. For the first
few months, Ms. Belcher provided me a lot of smaller projects to work
on. There were a few other girls employed at the office with the same job
title as me but it seems like we all ended up working various miscellaneous
projects. The hours were long but I was happy to finally have a paycheck.
Still, I wasn't living as comfortably as I would have liked. My fiancé
still was struggling to find work and we both had school debts to pay.
Things did not improve until I received my first big break.

It had been a few months since I started working at QJ Productions and I
was sitting at my neatly organized cubicle. I was reading emails when my
office phone rang. When I picked up the receiver, I heard Ms. Belcher's
voice inviting me into her office. I put the phone down and promptly walked
down the hall and into the office I had interviewed at.

"Good morning Judith, my you look lovely today," Ms. Belcher spoke to me as
she admired me with her eyes. I was dressed in a formal outfit befitting a
professional, conservatively dressed woman. I had been trying to dress more
and more like Ms. Belcher as she had become somewhat of a mentor to me. It
was not easy to do on a shoe string budget.

"Thank you," I uttered while my cheeks blushed a light shade of pink.
"You're always well dressed, Ms. Belcher."

"Why thank you dear," Ms. Belcher responded. "I called you in here today to
give you an opportunity to help with a deal that I will believe make me
quite a bit of money. If you can succeed in this endeavor, you will be
compensated above and beyond what I am paying you now."

"Wow," I said. "I have only been here a few months. I am surprised you
would ask me. I promise Ms. Belcher, I will not let you down!"

Ms. Belcher smiled at me and spoke further, "You're so enthusiastic. That
is why I hired you. Anyways, this is a tricky project, are you sure you can
handle it?"

"Yes, please, leave it to me," I said desperately. I truly was eager to
please her.

"Ok," Ms. Belcher began. "A man I have done business with before, his name
is Maxwell Morgan. In the past, I have distributed his product and made
quite a bit of money for the both of us. He is good at what he does; one of
the most experienced there is. I need for you to setup a business deal
between us. We will make a lot of money if we can get him to sign a
favorable contract with us. It is guaranteed money, or at least could be."

"Is that all?" I asked. "Our websites are beautifully designed and run
flawlessly. We get so many new visitors each month; I am sure I can
convince him that we are the best company..."

"It's not that simple," Ms. Belcher quickly interrupted me. "Max, like many
in this industry, has... an abrasive personality. He is an attractive man
but one with many vices. In order to get him to sign anything, he will
expect us to show him a good time. I recommend you get him drunk and make
sure he is properly... ahem... stimulated. I trust you to set this up. I
will be there to help make the sale but you will responsible for everything
else. Can I trust you with this?"

"I will do everything that can be done to make this deal go through," I
said as I approached Ms. Belcher. I extended my hand and gently touched her
arm. "Don't worry, you can trust me."

"I always knew you could," Ms. Belcher said as she smiled at me. "Here,"
Ms. Belcher spoke as she opened up one of the drawers behind her desk. She
removed a wad of bills tied together with a red rubber band and handed it
to me. "This is your budget and you will have to make it work."

"Thank you, Ms. Belcher," I said sincerely. "I will work on this right
away!"

True to my word, I right away started to try to plan some sort of business
party. I was immediately frustrated though. My first thought was to arrange
something at a strip club but after calling every club in town I realized
that Ms. Belcher had not given nearly enough money to pay for something
like that. I ended up staying up late that night, slumped over the computer
at my home. That was until I was suddenly interrupted by my fiancé.

"Honey, it's late," Kyle complained to me. "Aren't you going to come to
bed?" he asked in a concerned voice.

"Damnit Kyle," I responded angrily. "Can't you see I am trying to work? I
am supposed to setup this business meeting but Ms. Belcher did not give me
nearly enough money to pay for it. When you factor in the drinks, the
venue, the strippers..."

"Wait, you said strippers?" Kyle responded in a clearly amused tone. "That
sounds like my kind of meeting. Why don't you have it at the house?"

"Quit joking," I snapped back at him quickly before ponding what he said. I
then stopped and thought about it for a second. If I used the money that
Ms. Belcher provided me to hire some strippers, buy drinks, and just had
the meeting over at our place; I could make this work. "You're a genius,
Kyle!" I said excitedly. "That would work, we just do the meeting here!"

Kyle scratched his head in confusion. "I was just kidding," he
remarked. "But I guess if you are going to hire a bunch of strippers to
dance at our place... it's not like I am going to object!"

From that point on, I made all the arrangements to do the business meeting
at our place. I looked up several businesses that advertised "escorts" and
I hired a few from the one that was the least sleazy sounding. I bought
alcohol and ordered some hors d'oeuvres. Everything was coming together
perfectly.

Finally the night of the business meeting arrived. The first person to
arrive was Ms. Belcher. I greeted her at our front door. "Hello,
Ms. Belcher," I said to her. She was wearing a beautiful, expensive blue
dress. I was glad I had opted for a yellow dress myself. "You look so
pretty, Ms. Belcher."

"Thank you my dear," Ms. Belcher said as she stepped into our home. She
immediately caught the gaze of my fiancé, Kyle. "You must be Kyle.
Judith has told me so much about you. It is nice to finally meet you."
Ms. Belcher extended her hand toward Kyle.

"Wow," Kyle remarked as he gently took a hold of Ms. Belcher's hand.
"Judith never told me she worked for such an elegant woman."

Ms. Belcher laughed. "Ahh, now I can see why she keeps you around!" she
joked.

I heard a knock on the door and so I went and opened it up. Standing there
were two scantily dressed busty women who I could only assume were the
strippers I had hired. "Uhm, hello," I remarked.

"Hi," she responded curtly. "We still need to get ready. Do you like have a
bathroom nearby we could use?"

"Uh, that way..." I said pointing to the bathroom which was down the
hall. As the two busty women walked by I complained, "Ugh.. I told them to
be discrete when they showed up. I hope none of our neighbors saw that!"

"How dreadful," Ms. Belcher commented. "This is why I would never hold one
of these meetings at my own home. You must be so embarrassed. If I were
you; I would make sure you remind the rest of the entertainment to make
sure you do not create a scene."

"I only hired two of the... uhm... dancers," I responded. "That is enough
right? I mean, that should be plenty."

Ms. Belcher looked at me incredulously. "Well, that is all good and fine
but you did bring a male entertainer, did you not?" Ms. Belcher asked, her
voice overwrought with concern.

"A male entertainer?" I asked aloud. "You mean... a male stripper? I didn't
think..."

"Oh my god," Ms. Belcher gasped. "Those bimbos doing god knows what in your
bathroom right now might be good enough for the riff raff but Max... he
prefers the company of other men!"

"I didn't know!" I insisted. "You never told me that!"

"I would expect a liberal woman such as yourself not to make these sorts of
assumptions," Ms. Belcher chided me. "Even cursory research would have
shown you that Max prefers men to women. And in this day and age for you to
just assume, it's so... so... heteronormative of you. I am disappointed."

"Well," I said, "Maybe I can get someone to come short notice. Just let
me..."

"Nonsense!" Ms. Belcher interrupted me in a booming voice. "He is set to
arrive in a half hour. It cannot be done!" Ms. Belcher looked around the
room frantically. "Aha! You there!" Ms. Belcher pointed to my fiancé,
Kyle. "You're an attractive young man... very boyish and slender. You will
be our male dancer."

"Me?" Kyle said shocked. "I don't know how to dance. I have never done that
before..."

"I am not sure that Kyle is really cut out for this thing," I
interjected. "I think it'll be pretty obvious he doesn't know what he's
doing..."

"Judith told me you're a theater major; I am asking for you to give a
performance," Ms. Belcher argued with him. "You don't have to strip or put
on a show. Just give him a lapdance. He will be drunk and will not notice
or care if your performance is amateur."

"But..." Kyle objected. "You really want me to dance... for another man? If
it was a woman ok but... this is strange."

"Look," Ms. Belcher began. "Max might be a perverted man but he is not some
sort of ghoul. He knows you can't abuse the dancers. I will pay you $500 if
this deal is negotiated on our terms. Now go and look at some videos on the
internet and practice. I will get you in a few hours from now."

Kyle looked over at me, his jaw open wide.

"Kyle, just do this," I pleaded with him. "It's just for one night. We
really need this deal to go well... both of us."

Kyle nodded his head slowly, almost in shock. He got up and turned his back
to us and retreated into the bedroom.

"Don't worry about him, dear," Ms. Belcher remarked to me. "I forgot to
mention it earlier but that dress looks exquisite on you. Now, remember
what we discussed earlier. Do not discuss business until later in to the
night. In fact, I should be the one who brings it up when the time is
right. Yes, wait for me to mention it. Make sure Max and his associates are
taken care of while they are here. At the same time, especially after
they've been drinking, don't let Max's associates step out of line with
you. You hired the strippers for a reason. There is no reason they should
be touching you or making a pass at you."

"I'll be careful, Ms. Belcher," I responded sincerely. "Now, if you'll
excuse me, there are a few other loose ends I need to attend to."

I finished my preparations for the meeting and not long afterwards; our
guests arrived. Maxwell Morgan and three of his business associates arrived
together. The men were all well-dressed in suits. With the exception of one
of the men who was mostly quiet, they struck me as the obnoxious/overly
arrogant type. This did not shock me as it was what Ms. Belcher had warned
me about. After learning about Maxwell Morgan's sexuality a half hour ago,
I did not know particularly what to expect about him. He ended up living up
to my prior expectation: he was an older, tall, and handsome, and was very
masculine and a smooth talker.

I served the men wine and could hardly keep up with how quickly they would
finish what they had. The men mostly talked to each other. Their
conversations were getting louder the more they drank. Occasionally
Ms. Belcher would enter the conversation and bring up some story about a
previous time they had worked together. Maxwell Morgan was clearly the
leader of the bunch. He was louder and more vulgar than the other men.

A few hours into the night, I found myself in the kitchen opening up a
fresh bottle of wine. Suddenly, I felt a hand gently grip my shoulder. I
turned around and saw Ms. Belcher standing behind me.

"Make sure you have some yourself, dear," Ms. Belcher spoke to me as she
grabbed the bottle of wine from my hand. She poured two glasses of wine and
handed one of them to me. "Here, take this and drink with me. It's not all
about the men. Us beautiful women must have some fun together as well."

"Thank you, Ms. Belcher," I said as my face blushed red. I took the glass
of wine and raised to my lips and drank in unison with her. "Do you think
everything is going well?"

"Oh, I think things are fantastic," Ms. Belcher responded emphatically as
he drank her wine. "They're loosened up at this point. Serve them their
drinks and I will get the entertainers. We give them all a lap dance and
then get them to sign the contract." Ms. Belcher walked out of the kitchen
and towards our bedroom where my fiancé was at.

I was impressed at just how devious Ms. Belcher could be. She was very much
a proud feminist and it exuded from her but she had co-opted the old, male
way of doing business. She was very much a contradiction; on one hand a
self-avowed feminist, on the other a distributor of pornography. At the
same time, I was worried about Kyle. If he got angry or choked during the
meeting; it could ruin everything.

I poured our guests more wine and brought it out to them. Maxwell Morgan
sat by himself in an armchair while the three other men sat side by side on
a leather couch.

"What took you so long?" Mr. Morgan complained loudly to me. "Were the
grapes still fermenting or what?"

"I'm sorry, sir..." I began only to be interrupted by Ms. Belcher.

"Gentleman, you know I always treat my business guests as the valued
partners that they are." Ms. Belcher explained. "You men work hard and the
quality of your films and their revenues reflect that. I am pleased to
offer you the company of beautiful dancers this evening. Let me introduce
you to Jasmine and Natalia."

The two busty strippers, made up and clad in only lingerie walked into the
room and waved playfully at the men who responded with hoots and
hollers. Here was Ms. Belcher and I in professional suits and a few feet
away were a couple of bimbos barely wearing any clothes jiggling their
boobs around. I couldn't believe it.

"Hmph," Mr. Morgan grunted. "What is so special about these two strippers?
Hmm?"

"Come on, Max," Ms. Belcher spoke playfully. "You know me better than to
underestimate me. I just happened to find this pretty, naïve young man
back there. The perfect present for my favorite business partner."

My fiancé walked into the room wearing nothing but one of my pairs of
thong panties. His firm butt cheeks hung far out the thin strip of material
in the back. Appearing somewhat nervous, he approached Ms. Morgan and bowed
his head. He spoke, "Hello Mr. Morgan, how may I service... err... serve
you tonight."

I was shocked to see my fiancé so scantily clad in front of so many
strangers. He was the type of guy who was shy to go swimming without his
shirt on. I couldn't believe how exposed he was.

"Oooh..." Mr. Morgan squealed. "There is something different about this
one. You really know how to impress me, Charlotte." Mr. Morgan turned his
attention to Kyle. "What is your name, sweetheart? And be honest with me,
is this your first time dancing for another man?"

"I-I'm... my name is Kylie," Kyle responded nervously. "And this is my
first time, honestly."

"Well that doesn't mean I am gonna go easy on you," Mr. Morgan
snickered. "Turn around for me Kylie, and show me that ass of yours."

Kyle nodded his head nervously and turned around. In the process, he gave
Mr. Morgan a full view of his exposed buttcheeks. Blushing a bright shade
of red, Kylie rotated his hips so that his supple ass cheeks bounced around
vulgarly in front of the older man.

"I likey," Mr. Morgan commented, practically drooling over my fiancé's
ass. Mr. Morgan turned to Ms. Belcher and spoke, "Very nice, Charlotte. I
love them young and inexperienced. Lapdances! All around!"

I stood there completely stunned as I watched my fiancé shake his thong
covered ass at an older man. I don't think I had ever seen a man flirt with
another man this way before. I was so shocked I didn't notice Jasmine and
Natalia dive on to couch where the three other men were sitting.

Sensing my shock, Ms. Belcher took it upon herself to walk over to the
stereo and turn on the music. She then walked over to the kitchen and
poured two additional glasses of wine. She walked back next to me and
handed me the glass. Gently she leaned in close to me, her lips moving up
to my ear as if she were going to kiss it. Softly she whispered to me, "I
hope you don't mind, I went through your panties drawer."

"T-that's fine..."I responded although my focus was clearly elsewhere at
the moment.

As Kyle heard the music start to play, he took a deep breath. Other than
watch a few videos on the internet and some embarrassing practice sessions
in front of the mirror, he had no experience doing this sort of
thing. Slowly he bent over so that his ass was pushed forward and toward
Mr. Morgan. He then began to shake his hips as best as he could in rhythm
to the music that was playing. Kyle felt his ass cheeks jiggle as he moved
his hips back and forth.

"Yeah baby," Mr. Morgan grunted gleefully at my fiancé. "Shake your ass
for daddy."

"Uhh... yes daddy," Kyle muttered as he did his best to improvise the
stripper character he was playing. He stood up slightly straighter, pulling
his ass away from Mr. Morgan. As he did so, he increased his hip movement
causing his ass to jiggle back and forth faster.

"Mmmm," Mr. Morgan said as he licked his lips. "You have an amazing ass,
Kylie. Now come and sit on daddy's lap."

Kyle turned around and looked at Mr. Morgan. As he looked, his eyes zeroed
in on Mr. Morgan's lap and the huge tent that was pitched in his
pants. "Goddamn..." he muttered under his breath so soft it could not be
heard. Kyle did not expect this guy to be so hung. No wonder he was so
horny, Kyle thought to himself. "Uhm... don't you want to watch me dance
more?"

Before Mr. Morgan could speak, cheers sounded from the three men on the
couch. Jasmine had just removed her bra and was shaking her very large set
of boobs back and forth in front of the men. Not to be outdone, Natalia
soon joined her which brought another outburst from the audience.

Mr. Morgan smirked at Kyle, "Son, this is not the line of work to be shy
in. Now get up on my lap. Now!"

"Yes daddy..." Kyle said nervously. "Here it goes..." Kyle stopped shaking
his ass and slowly backed up. Eventually he reached the point where his
exposed ass was hovering over Mr. Morgan's lap. Before lowering himself,
Kyle looked behind him again. The sight of his ass cheeks hanging
perilously over the huge tent in Mr. Morgan's pants caused him to shiver
nervously. Kyle turned back around and stared at the ground and slowly
lowered his but down. As he did so, he could feel Mr. Morgan's extremely
hard erection pushing up against his bare asscheeks. The only thing
separating Mr. Morgan's cock from Kyle's exposed ass was the thin material
of pants he was wearing.

"Unnnh, yeahhh!" Mr. Morgan moaned loudly as Kyle sat on his ass. "That's
right son, sit on it! You do what I tell you! Ohhh yeahh... Come on, keep
on dancing."

"Phew..." Kyle muttered as he collected himself. Slowly he began moving his
ass while remaining seated on Mr. Morgan's lap. As he did so, he could feel
himself rubbing Mr. Morgan's thick, hard erection. It made him feel odd and
dirty and Kyle continued on, doing his best to move his butt rhythmically.

"See, look at that," Ms. Belcher spoke to me, pointing toward my
fiancé. "I told you everything would be ok. He's a natural. Max is
loving this; we're both going to make a lot of money from this deal. Drink
some wine, my dear. I am going to get some more myself." Ms. Belcher headed
towards the kitchen.

As Kyle moved his ass back and forth Mr. Morgan's lap, he began to relax a
little bit more. The initial shock of sitting on the older man's rock hard
erection began to wear off. Kyle put more effort into the dance, lifting
and dropping himself on Morgan's lap in tune with the music being
played. Kyle's jiggling asscheeks repeatedly slapped back and forth against
the study tent in Mr. Morgan's pants.

"Uh huh, that's right," Mr. Morgan stated in-between moans. "You're a
natural Kylie, very good for someone who is an amateur. That ass of yours
has got my cock rock hard."

Kyle blushed and lowered his ass down, rubbing it hardly against
Mr. Morgan's erection. He then continued his lapdance. For several minutes
he danced and rubbed his ass against Mr. Morgan's lap from various
positions.

The shock started to wear off from me. I don't know if I was getting used
to it or the wine was making me see the light. Breaking my focus off my
fiancé's lapdance, I noticed that Ms. Belcher had returned from the
kitchen and was standing next to me. I turned to her and spoke, "Hasn't
this gone on long enough?"

"Don't worry my dear," Ms. Belcher reassured me. "Just let the men have
their fun for a little bit longer."

Kyle slid his ass across Mr. Morgan's lap. My fiancé's asscheeks ended
up squeezing up against the stiff tent caused by Mr. Morgan's raging
erection. As Kyle moved his ass back, he could feel his cheeks slide
against the entire length of Mr. Morgan's cock. It felt so long. It was
weird how Kyle could send the heat emanating off it even through
Mr. Morgan's pants. After Kyle was done sliding against it, he lifted his
ass up into the air and shook his butt cheeks in the air.

"Ohh gawd, don't tease me!" Mr. Morgan insisted. He grabbed Kyle's ass and
with his strong hands he pulled Kyle's ass back down on to his lap. Holding
Kyle in place, he aggressively began to rub his tent covered erection into
the crevice of Kyle's ass. He grunted loudly as he rapidly rubbed his hard
erection in-between Kyle's cheeks.

"I thought there wasn't supposed to be touching," I remarked to Ms. Belcher
as I observed the grotesque sight of Mr. Morgan forcefully humping my
fiancé's ass. The next thing I saw was Mr. Morgan violently thrusting
his hips. I could see my fiancé gasp and move away and as he did so the
material of Mr. Morgan's pants seemed to stick on to his pants until Kyle
reached a certain distance when it seemed to peel off. I could see
Mr. Morgan move forwards and whisper something in my fiancé's ear which
caused him to blush. I then watched Mr. Morgan collapse into the armchair
as my fiancé retreated into the bedroom.

"Now is the time," Ms. Belcher remarked to me. She walked over to
Mr. Morgan and presented him with a folder containing a contract. "Max, I
hope you have enjoyed the pleasantries but the night draws near and it is
time to discuss business. These are our terms which I think you will find
very fair given our very personal business relationship."

Mr. Morgan thumbed quickly through the contract, barely reading the
majority of it. "Charlotte," he started to speak. "For such an elegant,
professional woman, you have a keen understanding of perverted men like
myself. I am sure I could sign on to a different distributor with more
favorable terms but there is no one as professional as you or knows how to
sell porn to men like you. You get me a pen and I will sign this contract
right now."

Mr. Morgan ended up signing the contract and Ms. Belcher was extremely
happy. I had mixed feelings. I had gotten what I wanted by I could not
shake the image of my fiancé dancing so vulgarly for Mr. Morgan.

After everyone had left, I went back into my bedroom to speak to my
fiancé. "I'm so sorry..." I began to apologize.

"Did Mr. Morgan say anything about me?" Kyle quickly interrupted.

"No..." I said hesitantly. "I mean... he certainly
seemed... uhhh... satisfied. Why are you asking me this?"

"That was my first time acting since we graduated," Kyle explained. "I know
Mr. Morgan... he is in the film industry, Ms. Belcher told me all about
it."

"Yes..." I began. "But I don't think it is the film industry you are
thinking of..."

"I know that." Kyle snapped at me. "I know what type of business you are
in, Judith. But I am sure Mr. Morgan has contacts into other types of film,
you know, non-adult stuff."

"I'm sure," I said nodding my head at him. I walked over to our bed and sat
down on the edge of it. "It was so weird seeing you dance for him..." I
began. "It was actually pretty disgusting. I can't believe you put up with
all that."

"It wasn't so bad," my fiancé explained. "Well, it was, but I just acted
my way through it. I just pretended I was playing a role."

"Well, he signed Ms. Belcher's contract." I explained. "This is going to
help us a lot. I am sorry you had to do that but hopefully it pays off."

"That's great!" Kyle exclaimed. "I think I know the perfect way to
celebrate." He looked mischievously at me.

"I'm sorry Kyle," I apologized. "This was a stressful night for me and I'm
tired. I am just going to get ready and go to bed."

The next day I went into work, Ms. Belcher called me into her office. When
I arrived, I was surprised to see Maxwell Morgan seated in the office as
well. "Hello, Mr. Morgan, Ms. Belcher," I said meekly.

Mr. Morgan turned to me and flashed a crooked smile. "Hello Judith, nice to
see you again," he said. "Hey, I had a great time the other night and I
just wanted to say thank you for being such a generous host. I didn't know
it at the time but that dancer you had perform for me, Kylie, I heard that
he is your husband."

I shook my head and responded, "He's not my husband... he's my fiancé."

Mr. Morgan nodded at me. "Oh, I understand," he stated. "The point is,
sweetheart, in three weeks I am going to have another set of videos which I
think you all will be interested in. You hook me up with another dance from
your husband and I think we can reach another deal."

"Three weeks?" I asked in a surprised tone of voice. "I thought we just
bought the rights to distribute your videos."

Mr. Morgan chortled loudly. "Honey, you have no idea," he said as he caught
his breath. "We can crack out ten of these pornos a day. I can get a bunch
of new videos together fast... when I'm motivated to do it."

"Well," I said hesitantly. "That was just a one-time thing. I really don't
think Kyle..."

"Don't worry about Kylie, dear," Ms. Belcher interrupted me. "I called him
earlier today to thank him and let him know his bonus check is on its
way. He said he would be happy to dance again if we needed him."

Mr. Morgan smiled beamingly. "Fantastic," he said gleefully. "You've got a
great employee here, Charlotte. I can tell she will go far in this
industry. And since you so graciously hosted us last time, I will provide
the venue next time." Mr. Morgan stood up and shook my hand as I remained
speechless. "Give my regards to your husband." Mr. Morgan winked at me and
promptly left the office.

"I don't like that man..." I complained to Ms. Belcher. "The way he was
with my fiancé... so desperate and horny... it's so disgusting."

Ms. Belcher stood up and walked over and put her hand on my shoulder to
comfort me. "Sometimes getting ahead means getting your hands dirty, my
dear," she said. "Don't worry though, it will be ok. Here, I have something
for you." Ms. Belcher let go of my shoulder and walked over to her desk and
retrieved a check which she handed to me. "Those videos are selling like
hotcakes. You did a great job and this is just going the first of many,
many rewards."

I looked down at the amount of the check and my eyes nearly popped out from
my skull. "Thank you..." I spoke emotionally. "I'm so appreciative for the
opportunity you have given me... when no one else did."

"Stop that, you're going to make me cry," Ms. Belcher said with a grin. She
reached out her arms and pulled me against her chest. Her embrace was warm
and comforting.

That night I got home and talked to Kyle about the second business
meeting. "Honey, you don't need to do this." I explained. "We can find
someone else. I don't want him to humiliate you anymore than he has."

"Judy," Kyle responded to me. "Ms. Belcher said he specially requested
me. If I am not there to dance for him, he is going to be upset. He already
saw me wearing your thong. You've been working this whole time, supporting
us. Let me help you with your work."

"Just the thought of you rubbing up against that disgusting hornball's
gross boner again..."I shuttered as a spoke.

"It's not so bad," Kyle responded. "I mean... he is wearing pants, I just
try not to think too much about it. Just focus on the dancing, that's
all. It's not me that is out there, it is Kylie."

Three weeks later, I found myself waiting in my car, prepared to drive my
fiancé and I to the business meeting with Mr. Morgan. As I waited, I
looked impatiently at my watch. "Damnit, Kyle, hurry up," I muttered under
my breath as I nervously tapped my fingers up and down against the steering
wheel.

Kyle emerged from our home wearing a thick, black coat that wrapped around
his entire body. Quickly he ran up to the passenger side door and opened
it. He hopped into the passenger side seat. "Ok, ready!" he exclaimed.

I rolled my eyes at Kyle and shifted my car into reverse. I backed out on
to the street and started driving to the agreed upon meeting location. I
drove for several miles. When I started to approach the meeting location, I
noticed we had entered a seedy neighborhood. I passed by a few strip clubs
and adult stores before finally arriving at the destination which appeared
to be a strip club. I looked at the address on the front of the building
and twirled my hair in confusion. "This can't be right," I stated. "Where
is this address?"

Kyle peered back and forth around the building and shrugged his shoulders
at me.

"Hold on a minute," I said as I pulled into the parking lot of the strip
club. I undid my seat belt and opened up the driver's side door and walked
up to the strip club. When I opened the door, I was immediately in the
presence of a large man who appeared to be working as a bouncer. "Uhm..." I
muttered. "Do you know where this address is?" I showed the man my cell
phone which displayed an email with the text message.

"Oh yes, ma'am," the larger man responded as he looked quizzically at the
cell phone screen. "Ah, yeah, that's outside around the back."

"But I didn't see anywhere around the back," I responded.

The man nodded his head at me, "it's the back of the club."

"Oh... thanks," I responded back. I walked back out the door of the club
and approached my car. "Come on Kyle, it's in the back." I turned around
and headed around the side of the strip club towards the back. It seemed
dark and isolated in the back of the building. The area was out of view
from the street. There were a few run-down looking doors on the back of the
building. I picked one at random and knocked on it with my right hand.

After a few minutes, the door opened and a busty young woman emerged from
the opening. "You must be Mr. Morgan's guests," she said
unenthusiastically. "He is waiting to see you. Come, follow me."

We followed the women into what appeared to be an office type setting. I
could see desks and paperwork. We were eventually led to what appeared to
be a conference room. In the conference room, Mr. Morgan was seated along
with another man I had not seen before. Ms. Belcher was also present. There
was no one else there.

"So nice of you two to join us," Mr. Morgan said in a booming voice. "This
is my good friend and business partner, Jack Simmons." Mr. Morgan motioned
over to the man seated next to him. "We share everything and I felt it
appropriate to bring him to this meeting."

"It is a pleasure to meet both of you," Mr. Simmons said graciously. "I
hear you are quite a dancer," he said smiling towards Kyle. Similar to
Mr. Morgan, Mr. Simmons appeared to be an attractive, tall, older man.

Kyle blushed bright red at the compliment. "Well, I guess you will see..."

"I hope you don't mind," Mr. Morgan chuckled. "I promised you would dance
for him first. Don't be shy... let's get started."

"Dancing... for both of you?" I asked surprised. "Aren't we going to have
drinks... or make small talk first?"

"Oh, let the men have their fun," Ms. Belcher interjected. "That way we can
get down to business sooner."

"Ok..." Kyle spoke nervously as the music started playing. He opened up the
long black coat he was wearing and let it fall quickly to the ground. As
the coat fell, it was revealed that Kyle was wearing nothing but a skimpy
thong. The thong was white and lacey with opaque patches where the pink
skin of Kyle's banana shape bulge were visible.

I gasped when I saw the revealing lingerie that Kyle was wearing. Not that
anyone noticed given the hooting and hollering that was coming from
Mr. Morgan and Mr. Simmons. This time it was not one of my panties. I had
no idea where Kyle had gotten such a thing.

Kyle blushed bright red and shyly walked over towards Mr. Simmons. As he
came near him, Kyle began dancing. Whereas his previous performance had
been amateurish, he now danced gracefully and professionally. It was
evident that he had been practicing and preparing for the dance. His dance
was erotic and sexual involving substantial shaking of his ass and package.

"Mmm, you weren't kidding about this one..." Mr. Simmons spoke in awe, his
eyes mesmerized on Kyle. "And that's his wife over there...?" Mr. Simmons
asked, gesturing to me.

"Yeah, nuts, isn't it..." Mr. Morgan responded with a chuckle. He was
practically drooling at the sight of my fiancé's dancing.

"Speaking of nuts..." Mr. Simmons said softly. "Come on boy, get up on my
lap."

My fiancé moved closer to Mr. Simmons. He pushed his ass back so that
the bouncy cheeks began to vibrate up against the older man's lap. As he
did this, Kyle felt his ass brush up against Mr. Simmons abrasive
erection. It made him hesitate for a moment but he quickly resumed his
dance.

"Unh..." Mr. Simmons grunted. "Oh yeah... Like that. Come on... bump up and
down on it!"

Kyle nodded his head gently as he shook his body in rhythm with the
music. As directed, he began moving his ass up off Mr. Simmons lap and then
back down, pressing his supple cheeks up against the hard boner that
strained through the material of Mr. Simmons pants.

"Oh gawd yeah..." Mr. Simmons moaned through heavy panting. "Ughhh, grind
on it!" he commanded in a booming voice.

Kyle did not hesitate this time, he took his shaking ass and pressed it
hard down on to Mr. Simmons lap. He felt Mr. Simmons erection squeeze
in-between his cheeks, nearly pressing up against his asshole. Even through
the material of his pants, Kyle could feel his cock throbbing.

"Oh... ohhh. Ohhhhhh." Mr. Simmons moaned loudly. His voiced tremored with
orgasmic pleasure.

"This is so gross," I complained to Ms. Belcher as I watched my fiancé
bounce up and down on Mr. Simmons lap.

Kyle could feel the cock really start throbbing fast. He began to pull away
but before he could escape he felt Mr. Simmons's hands pull him back
down. He felt the vibrating erection squeeze back between his
cheeks. Suddenly he felt a subtle warm, wet feeling in-between his ass
cheeks. "Oh god..." Kyle muttered under his breath as he caught whiff of a
musky odor.

"Ahhh," Mr. Simmons took in a deep breath that emanated
satisfaction. "Thanks for the wonderful dance."

"It's my turn next," Mr. Morgan said, licking his lips at the sight of my
fiancé's body.

Kyle shifted his attention to Mr. Morgan and began sexually dancing in
front of him. As he shook his hips, Kyle's own thong covered erection
bounced around gratuitously in front of the older man. Kyle then turned
around and shook his ass playfully at Mr. Morgan. Slowly he moved his
shaking ass backward until it hovered over the lecherous man's lap, teasing
him with its luscious, bouncy curves.

"Oh yeah!" Mr. Morgan said enthusiastically. "Don't tease me now!"
Mr. Morgan began to move in unison to the music himself. He was once again
sporting a visibly large tent in his pants. As Kyle's ass shook rapidly
above his lap, Mr. Morgan began to lightly thrust. After the first few
times, he ended up smacking his bulge right up against Kyle's ass. A
distinct smacking noise could be heard as a result.

Kyle felt something hard smack against his ass but did not stop his
dancing. He continued to dangle his ass above Mr. Morgan's lap
teasingly. Kyle's own cock was pitching a tent of its own as it bounced
back and forth. Kyle's hard cock stretched the material of the thong
thin. Suddenly, Kyle felt another thwack on his ass, then another. "Unh,"
he grunted. It continued and was getting harder and harder.

"Keep dancing!" Mr. Morgan demanded as he continuously thrusted his hips
forward, bumping his hard erection into the back of Kyle's ass. Mr. Morgan
thrusted particularly hard. As he did so, his hard dick smacked hard
against the thin strip of material holding together the back of the lace
thong. A large "thwack" noise sounded as a result.

Kyle stopped dancing and looked down. He felt the strap on the back of the
thong suddenly tear apart. The stretched out material quickly shot
forward. As the lacey material fell to the side, Kyle's throbbing, veiny
cock and swollen balls were entirely exposed. His cock was rock hard and
obviously aroused. Kyle completely froze; his complexion grew pale like a
ghost.

I gasped at my exposed fiancé. I couldn't believe how hard and aroused
his cock was. I didn't understand how he could be turned on dancing for
these older, perverted men. I felt so bad for him. He must be completely
humiliated.

"Whoa...!" Mr. Morgan remarked excitedly. "You really know how to put on a
show. This is... amazing."

"Uhhh..." Kyle muttered dumbfounded.

"Shake it, sweetheart!" Mr. Morgan loudly demanded.

Kyle nervously resumed his dancing. As he shook his hips and ass, his hard
cock bounced back and forth. Kyle looked on helplessly as everyone in the
room leered at his nude body.

"Oh yeah, you know what I like," Mr. Morgan howled at my fiancé. "This
is going to be a real man's lapdance," Mr. Morgan spoke gleefully. He moved
his large hands to his sides and hooked his fingers into the pants he was
wearing. With a quick tug, he pulled down his pants and boxers in one fell
swoop. His rock hard cock bounced up and out of the material and was now
fully exposed for the first time.

Kyle gasped as he saw Mr. Morgan's exposed cock. It was far bigger than he
imagined, so thick and veiny and it sat on top of a thick set of balls. He
froze in place as he was mesmerized by the sight of the older man's large
cock.

"Oh my god!" I exclaimed to Ms. Belcher. "Did he just pull his cock out?"
My eyes looked at Mr. Morgan's exposed throbbing member. "It's so big... no
wonder he is so horny."

"Don't stop now sweetheart," Mr. Morgan spoke hungrily. "Sit on it. Sit on
my lap, right now!"

Kyle took a deep breath and hesitated. He could not believe he was about to
do this. Nervously, Kyle resumed dancing, back his jiggling ass closer and
closer to Mr. Morgan's lap and his very hard, very big cock.

Mr. Morgan impatiently reached forward. His strong hands gripped the sides
of Kyle's hips. He gently pulled the younger man forward. As he did so, the
flesh of Kyle's asscheeks pressed firmly against his hard dick. "Unhh..."
Mr. Morgan moaned as his cock was squeezed between the firm cheeks like a
hotdog in a bun.

"Ohhh..." Kyle gasped. "It's so hard... and warmed..." Kyle muttered under
his breath. He could really feel Mr. Morgan's cock pulsating and pushing up
against his butt. Slowly Kyle began to move his hips so his cheeks vibrated
and massaged Mr. Morgan's thick pole.

"Doesn't this cross some sort of line?" I asked Ms. Belcher in a very
concerned tone. "He's just rubbing his... penis all over my fiancé. This
seems like more than a lapdance."

"Don't worry dear," Ms. Belcher consoled me as she put her arm around in my
shoulder. "In an hour from now, you'll be laughing about this whole thing."

"That's right," Mr. Morgan commented to my fiancé in-between lustful
moans. "Unnh... rub it..."

Kyle used the muscles in his back to gently lift himself up and down on
Mr. Morgan's lap. As he did so, Kyle's cheeks continued to rub up, down and
back and forth against Mr. Morgan's hard cock.

"Unh, unh," Mr. Morgan grunted. "Wow, sweetheart, that ass feels amazing. I
wish it was a little bigger but hot damn... you know how to work it."

Kyle blushed a bright shade of red. He continued to bounce his ass cheeks
back and forth against the older man's hard cock.

"Unh, unh... unh," Mr. Morgan grunted repeatedly. "Oh... I am about there
ohhh..." Mr. Morgan leaned forward and grabbed Kyle hips. With his strong
grip, he held my fiancé firmly in place. He moved his own lower body up
and down in rhythm with Kyle.

Kyle could feel the hard cock stuffed between his butt cheeks really start
to vibrate. "Oh god..." he said quietly. He could feel hot liquid start to
pump through Mr. Morgan's cock. Several warm jets landed on his back.

"Unnnnh," Mr. Morgan grunted loudly as his cock blew its load. He pushed
backwards in his chair and dislodged his thick cock from the wedges of
Kyle's ass. With his large hands, he grabbed the chubby base of his long
pole and pointed it down, square at Kyle's ass. Several large, thick gobs
of cum shot out on to Kyle's ass. "Oh yeah," Mr. Morgan moaned. He reached
one of his hands down and gripped his cock. He condensed his grip and
squeezed out the remaining semen on to Kyle's ass.

Kyle stood helplessly by while Mr. Morgan coated his ass with cum. Finally,
he felt the final dart strike his cheeks. When he turned around he saw that
the last strand of semen had stuck on to his ass. A long, sticky stream
connected the flesh of his ass all the way down to Mr. Morgan's throbbing
cock. Kyle moved up and off the older man's cock. As he did so, he watched
the thick strand of cum as it was stretched thinner and thinner. When he
pulled far enough away, the strand broke and slingshoted back towards
Kyle's ass. Kyle remained speechless as everyone stared at him. Several
seconds went by and then Kyle blushed bright red and darted towards a
nearby bathroom.

"That was so disgusting!" I complained. "I feel like I am going to throw
up..."

"A bare ass lapdance, phew, you really know how to party Charlotte,"
Mr. Morgan chortled as he pulled up his pants. "Tell the boy to stop by
Jack's office next week, we'll have a bonus for him." Mr. Morgan walked
towards me and nodded. "It's been great doing business with you. Your
husband should be nice and randy... that will be your bonus sweetheart."
Mr. Morgan winked slyly at me.

I grimaced at Mr. Morgan and looked away. It would be a while before I let
my fiancé touch me, much less shack up with him. Not while the image of
Mr. Morgan juicing all over his butt was embedded in my mind.

While driving home, I spoke to my fiancé, "I can't believe you just did
that. Why did you continue to do the dance for him when he took his pants
off?"

"I didn't know what else to do," Kyle responded as he shook his
head. "Everyone was staring at me... and my instinct was to just stay in
character."

"I understand that," I explained to him. "But I think most people would
draw the line at sitting on some strange man's penis. Even strippers don't
do that. What if he had pushed that disgusting thing up inside of you?"

"Honestly, it's so big, I don't think it would fit," My fiancé
responded.

"Gross," I responded. "Ok, let's change the subject, I don't want to think
about that man's disgusting penis any longer."

The rest of the drive home was fairly silent. When we reached our home, I
quickly drank two glasses of wine and went to bed. Ms. Belcher had been
giving me a lot of projects at work and I was tired. I knew this new
contract would create even more work for me to do.

It was Thursday next week when my fiancé was scheduled to go over to
Mr. Simmons office for his bonus. I was a little bit worried sending him by
himself but I knew that Mr. Morgan was out of the state right now so I
figured he couldn't get himself in too much trouble. On my way to work I
dropped my fiancé off at what appeared to be an unimposing office
building. "Be careful Kyle, Mr. Simmons seems to be just as sleazy as
Mr. Morgan."

"Don't worry, Judy," Kyle responded. "I will be in and out in no time."

"Ok, call me if anything happens," I responded as Kyle got out of the
car. I watched him walk up to the front door and disappear into the
lobby. I put the car in reverse and then drove the rest of the way to my
work.

While I was at work, my phone began ringing. I quickly answered it.

"Hello dear, could you please come to my office for a second?"
Ms. Belcher's voice sounded through the receiver.

"Of course Ms. Belcher, I will be there right away." I said
affirmatively. I promptly put the receiver down and walked to Ms. Belcher's
large office.

"Hello Judy," Ms. Belcher greeted me. "You can go ahead and close the
door."

I turned around and closed the door to the office. I then turned my
attention back to Ms. Belcher.

"Dear, my shoulders are absolutely killing me right now," Ms. Belcher
complained to me. "Could you do me a favor and come over here and rub them
for a little bit.

"Umm, I guess so," I responded hesitantly. I walked over towards
Ms. Belcher's chair and positioned myself behind her.

"Hold on one second," Ms. Belcher spoke. She slowly pulled her arms out of
the sleeves of the suit jacket she was wearing. When she was fully
withdrawn from the jacket, she placed it on top of her desk. Ms. Belcher
was wearing a rather open top that exposed most of her shoulders as well as
some of her cleavage. "Go ahead dear."

I reached over and placed my hands on the exposed flesh of her shoulders. I
gently began to squeeze and prod at the skin of her shoulders using my
fingers. I could smell her perfume as I did so.

"That feels lovely dear," Ms. Belcher commented in a satisfied tone of
voice. "You are doing a great job working here. I am so lucky to have an
employee who is such a strong business woman such as myself. I see a lot of
myself in you and I am sure one day you will have your own company."

I blushed slightly as I continued to massage Ms. Belcher's
shoulders. "Thank you," I responded meekly to her praise.

"We're making so much money with these deals with Maxwell that I think we
should branch out," Ms. Belcher explained. "This time we diversify and move
away from just the adult entertainment business. I want to make QJ
Productions into something classier and I want you to be the one who heads
us in the new direction."

"That's great," I said excitedly as I continued rubbing Ms. Belcher. "I am
so tired of dealing with these porno people all of the time."

"Oh, me too my dear," Ms. Belcher remarked. "Please dear, rub my outer
shoulders as well." Ms. Belcher reached over and grabbed the left side of
her blouse and pulled it down over her shoulder. This left the left side of
Ms. Belcher's shoulder exposed. Ms. Belcher then did the same thing with
the right side. Her shoulders were now completely exposed. Her breasts
remained covered at the base but she had exposed quite a bit more cleavage.

I reached further out and began messaging Ms. Belcher's outer shoulders. As
I did so I couldn't help but look down and stare awkwardly at my boss's
cleavage. I tried to clear it out of my mind as I rubbed her shoulders.

"I know you're sick of dealing with Maxwell and I am too," Ms. Belcher
explained. "We need him however for one last deal. After that, we will have
enough capital reserves for an expansion. He is throwing a big party at the
end of the month and I will need you and your fiancé there. It will be
the last time we have to deal with Maxwell Morgan."

"I don't know..." I said hesitantly as I squeezed the outside of
Ms. Belcher's shoulders. "After what happened last time..."

"In business, things you do are not always comfortable," Ms. Belcher
explained. "You can't be afraid to take some risks. I know there were times
when I was your age where I had reservations but I ended up running my own
company and you will too one day."

"Thanks for believing in me," I said blushing as I pushed up and down on my
boss's shoulders. "One last deal..." I spoke through a heavy sigh.

I continued to massage Ms. Belcher over the next half hour or so. When I
returned to my desk, I checked my phone and saw a few missed calls but no
voicemails. I did some additional work that I had been assigned and then
left for the day.

When I arrived at home, my husband greeted me at the door. He had a
mischievous grin on his face.

"Hello, how did it go, did you get a lot of money? I asked several
questions at once.  "Check it out," Kyle responded by spinning around.

At first I was confused and couldn't tell what he was talking about. I then
finally noticed. Looking at his jeans, I could tell they were much fuller
and his butt was larger. "What the..."

"Mr. Simmons did some work on me," Kyle responded. "He said it would help
me getting jobs as an actor if I had more sex appeal."

"Bullshit," I retorted. "Those pervs are just obsessed with your..." I
stared at my husband's lower body and did feel a twang of lust. I had to
admit that my fiancé looked pretty sexy in those jeans he was
wearing. "You do look good... I just wish you would have told me."

"I tried calling you," Kyle responded. "But you didn't answer your office
phone."

"Can I... see them?" I asked curiously.

"Not right now," Kyle said. "They're still bandaged up... I am going to be
sore for the next week or so... but after they're healed, yeah, they're all
yours."

I smiled and gently hugged my fiancé. "Things are going well for me," I
explained. "Ms. Belcher has big plans to change the company and I think
there is going to be a lot of opportunity now.

Kyle nodded towards me. "And I feel like once I am recovered, I am certain
someone will hire me as an actor," Kyle said confidently. "We're both going
to be big successes."

Over the next couple of weeks, Kyle's ass healed up from the surgery he
had. When I finally saw his new butt, I couldn't believe it. Kyle's butt
implants made him look so sexy and manly when he was wearing
pants. However, when the pants were off, his new bubble butt just seemed so
feminine. I was surprised how jiggily it was when he walked or moved. It
was a huge turn off for me. Although he threw himself at me several times
during this time period, I made excuses and told him I was too tired or
wasn't feeling well. The truth was I was kinda weirded out by his new butt.

Finally the date of Mr. Morgan's big party arrived. I had told Kyle he
shouldn't come and shouldn't dance for Mr. Morgan again but he insisted to
me that he owed Mr. Morgan one last dance with his new ass. Based on all
the discussions I had been having with Ms. Belcher, I expected this would
be the last time I ever had to deal with Mr. Morgan so I reluctantly
agreed.

This party was different than the last two times we had entertained
Mr. Morgan. For one, this time the party took place at Mr. Morgan's rather
large and ostentatious home. Secondly, there were quite a large number of
people in attendance. Partygoers were spread out amongst the house and I
could tell that many of the people in attendance were adult film actors and
actresses.

Ms. Belcher greeted my fiancé and I at the door. Ms. Belcher was wearing
a low cut blue dress. I was dressed professionally in a dark suit. My
fiancé wore a trench coat and I didn't really want to know what he was
wearing underneath.

"I am so glad you were able to find it here without any trouble,"
Ms. Belcher said to us through a beaming smile.

"It's weird," Kyle commented. "This house seems so... familiar."

"Ahh," Ms. Belcher chimed in. "You probably recognize some of the
rooms. Maxwell shoots a lot of pornography movies in his home."

"Uhhh, that can't be it...I don't watch porn..." my fiancé muttered
awkwardly.

"Ewww," I squealed. "I guess I should be careful what I end up touching
around here then..."

"I am sure he had this place professionally cleaned before the party,"
Ms. Belcher explained as she looked around the room. "Anyways, come with me
and let us go see Maxwell."

Ms. Belcher led us through several different parts of the house. Finally we
arrived in a living room type area. Mr. Morgan and Mr. Simmons were seated
in two regal looking red armchairs towards the back of the room. A group of
other individuals were talking on the other side of the room with drinks in
their hands.

"Mmmm," Mr. Morgan moaned as he eyed Kyle lasciviously. "Is Kylie ready to
dance for her daddy?" Mr. Morgan chortled. Mr. Morgan wasted no time
pulling down his pants to expose his fat, engorged cock.

"Really, in front of all these people... not even any small talk," I
muttered softly under my breath. It was obvious that Mr. Morgan was very
eager to have my fiancé give him a lapdance.

"Yes daddy," Kyle responded obediently. He quickly unzipped the trenchcoat
he was wearing. When he pulled it off, he revealed he was completely nude
underneath and wearing nothing but a large erection. There was no need to
turn on music as it was already booming through from another room in the
house. Kyle began shaking and wiggling his new ass in front of
Mr. Morgan. His new buttcheeks were so big and so bouncy that they
immediately captured the attention of everyone in the room.

"Wow," Mr. Morgan said as he was completely enthralled by fiancé's
dancing. "You out did yourself Jack... I want to pound that ass... so
badly."

"That's the new 4000 model," Mr. Simmons explained as he stared lustfully
at my fiancé's bouncing butt cheeks. "The 4000 is quickly becoming the
new standard for female porn stars in the business."

"Don't be shy, Kylie," Mr. Morgan called out hungrily. "Get on daddy's lap!
RIGHT NOW"

Kyle blushed red. With his back and ass facing Mr. Morgan, he hopped
backwards on to the older man's lap. His voluptuous butt cheeks jiggled as
they landed on Mr. Morgan's exposed lap.

Mr. Morgan tightly grabbed hold of my fiancé's supple
buttcheeks. Mr. Morgan was like a kid in a candy shop as he played with my
fiancé's new curvy butt cheeks. Mr. Morgan lustfully rubbed the cheeks
against his throbbing hard exposed cock.

The sight of Mr. Morgan lecherously playing with my fiancé's oversized
buttcheeks was grotesque to me. I had to turn away in disgust. As I did so,
I felt myself being embraced by Ms. Belcher.

"It's ok dear," Ms. Belcher spoke as she hugged me tenderly. "Let's get a
drink and don't worry about it. You're fiancé is fine. Let the men have
their fun and then we will be done with this." Ms. Belcher slowly led me
out of the room and towards an adjacent room where liquor bottles were set
out on a bar. Ms. Belcher made us each a mixed drink and then led me to
another room where the music was not so loud and we were alone.

Ms. Belcher sipped from her drink and sat down on a nearby chair. "Judy,
dear, could you rub my shoulders again like you did a couple weeks ago?"
Ms. Belcher asked me. "I'm afraid they are bothering me once again."

"Of course, anything for you Ms. Belcher," I responded subserviently. I
took a sip from my drink and it tasted very strongly of alcohol. I then set
the drink down and began to rub Ms. Belcher's exposed shoulders.

Ms. Belcher made small talk with me as I rubbed her shoulders and we both
took sips from our drinks. Eventually she pulled the straps of her dress
over her shoulders similar to how she had moved her blouse when I had
massaged her in the office. This time even more of the flesh from her
breasts were exposed by her cleavage. I once again found it difficult to
avoid staring it as I rubbed her.

Ms. Belcher noticed my fixation and gave me a weird, mischievous
look. "It's ok dear, why don't you go ahead and massage my breasts as
well." She said invitingly. "You did such a great job on my shoulders. I
would love for you to rub them as well."

"E-excuse me?" I responded shocked that she would request such a
thing. "I.. uh... got to go check on my fiancé." I blushed blight red
and let go of Ms. Belcher and quickly left the room. When I returned to the
room my fiancé had been in, I was surprised to see that he was not
there. Neither was Mr. Simmons or Mr. Morgan. I left the room and began
wandering through the house. In every room that I checked, I could not find
any of the three. As I looked, I began to walk faster as I became
increasingly panicked. Finally I felt someone grab my shoulder. I turned
around and saw it was Ms. Belcher.

"What's the problem, dear?" she asked me.  "You're so pale, like you've
seen a ghost." The straps of Ms. Belcher's dress had been pulled back up on
top of her shoulders.

"I can't find my fiancé," I said in a panicked voice. "Have you seen
him?"

"No dear," Ms. Belcher responded. "I am sure he is fine. Here, I know how
to find him, come with me."

I followed Ms. Belcher into a room that appeared to be a studio of some
sort. There were all sorts of equipment around including television
monitors and computers. "What's this?" I asked.

"I believe that Mr. Morgan uses this studio to film pornography at the
home," Ms. Belcher explained. "He has most of the rooms wired with video
cameras. If I can figure it out, we should be able to use his system like a
surveillance system." Ms. Belcher looked at the various electronics and
pressed a few buttons and knobs. Finally she hit the power button on a
television monitor and it flickered on. The monitor showed one of the rooms
of the house and depicted several people standing with drinks in their
hands.

"He's not there," I said. "Can you change rooms?"

"Hold on," Ms. Belcher spoke as she looked at the various knobs and
buttons. She pressed one of them and the screen shifted to a separate
room. Ms. Belcher began pressing the knob. Slowly she shifted through
several different rooms, none of which contained Kyle. Ms. Belcher then
began to skip swiftly through different rooms.

I studied the screen but Ms. Belcher was going too fast. Finally something
got my attention. "Wait!" I yelled. "Go back!"

When Ms. Belcher flipped back to the previous screen, I gasped. My fiancé
was completely nude and bent over some sort of couch. Mr. Morgan was
standing up behind him, his hard cock hanging perilously close to my
fiancé's asshole. As I watched in horror, Mr. Morgan stuffed the thick,
velvety mushroom head of his cock into my fiancé's open
hole. "Oh... My... Gawd..." I said.

Ms. Belcher turned one of the knobs on the electronic equipment and
suddenly audio from the room could be heard over speakers in the studio. I
heard my fiancé whimper, "it feels so huge, its hurting me!"

"Shut up you little whore," Mr. Morgan responded as he pushed more of his
oversized cock into my poor fiancé's ass. "I paid for this ass so I
better be allowed to enjoy it!"

"Ohhh shitt..." my fiancé remarked.

"Unhhh... hell yes," Mr. Morgan moaned as he pushed his cock further and
further inside of my fiancé. "Mmm, nice and tight, you really are a
virgin." At this point, Mr. Morgan nearly had the entire length of his cock
impaled into Kyle's behind.

"Phew," my fiancé muttered. "This feels so... weird. Unhh. This is... is
just between us, right?"

"Don't worry so much, Kylie," Mr. Morgan snickered as he started to pull
back on his cock, slowly sliding his throbbing meat out of my fiancé's
curvy ass. When it was most of the way out, Mr. Morgan reversed course and
pushed it right back in.

"Ooof..." my fiancé grunted. "I'm not gay and... and.. I can't let
Judy..."

Mr. Morgan pushed his cock deep inside of my fiancé. "No one's calling
you gay," Mr. Morgan explained. "You're just helping me relieve some
tension in here. Now that he had loosened my fiancé up, Mr. Morgan began
slowly pumping his cock in and out of his ass. A suction-like pumping noise
could be heard through the speaker system as he did so.

At this point the television monitor showed Mr. Simmons enter the
room. Like the other two men, he was completely naked and sporting a
sizable erection. "Hey, how is it going?" he asked as he tugged on his hard
cock.

"Unh, great, his b-hole feels amazing," Mr. Morgan said as he continued to
pump his fat cock in and out of my fiancé's ass.

"Mmhmm," Mr. Simmons murmured as he walked toward the other two men on the
couch. His swinging hard dick approached my fiancé's face. "I wonder how
well he sucks cock?"

"I like the way you think Jack," Mr. Morgan responded as he continued to
pound Kyle's ass with his dick. "Come on Kylie, suck his cock."
"Unhh... unhhh.. no... I shouldn't... unh," my fiancé responded
hesitantly.

"Don't do it, Kyle!" I shouted towards the television monitor. There was no
way he could hear me. All I could do is hope he wouldn't dare put some
sleazy older man's disgusting cock in his mouth.

"Come on, Kylie, don't be such a tease!" Mr. Simmons complained as he waved
his large cock back and forth in front of Kyle's young face.

"Unh... ugh... ugh... ok... unh," Kyle spoke through repeated grunts. He
could really feel Mr. Morgan's thick meat jackhammering inside of him with
each push. Kyle opened up his mouth in a haphazardly inviting way.

"Oh yeah!" Mr. Simmons gloated. He wasted no time stuff his fat cock into
my fiancé's mouth. Kyle nearly gagged as Mr. Simmons cock flooded the
inside of his mouth. Mr. Simmons grabbed my fiancé's head and began to
aggressive pump his cock in and out of Kyle's mouth. The suction/pumping
noises were now accompanied with repeated sloppy sounding slurps.

"Yeah, suck his cock!" Mr. Morgan said excitedly as he pumped in and out of
my fiancé's ass. His thick balls smacked against my fiancé's as he
pounded the younger man's tight butthole. "Your ass is so amazing..." With
his fat fingers, Mr. Morgan salaciously groped my fiancé's fat
asscheeks.

Kyle looked down at Mr. Simmons' throbbing veiny member as the older man
pumped it in and out of his mouth. It tasted warm and soft in his
mouth. Kyle could taste every inch of the thick meatpole as it was pushed
down his throat and then slowly withdrawn. A popping noise sounded as the
older man's cock was fully withdrawn from Kyle's mouth. Mr. Simmons cock
then pushed forward, missing the opening to Kyle's mouth. The hard as steel
rod pushed up against my fiancé's face and rubbed roughly against it. A
musty masculine smell emanated from it and enveloped Kyle's face.

"That's hot," Mr. Morgan murmured as he relentlessly pounded my fiancé's
ass. "Rub that dick in her face."

Mr. Simmons nodded as he grabbed a hold of my fiancé's head once
again. He thrusted his hips so his long cock pressed hard against Kyle's
young face. Mr. Simmons released his left hand and grabbed the base of his
fat pole. With a gentle tug, the towering cock lifted off of Kyle's
face. An equally gentle push caused the pole to thud down back on to my
fiancé's face. As the bloated head smacked against Kyle's forehead,
precum leaked out of the tip and trickled down the younger man's
head. Several successive smacks produced similar results.

"Oh god..." Kyle moaned as he was assaulted on both ends. "Stop doing that!
It hurts... ohhh god... Its ung... hard and heavy."

"Shut up bitch," Mr. Simmons said as he once again gripped the base of his
shaft. Mr. Simmons stood up higher so his fat, engorged balls dangled back
and forth in front of my fiancé's mouth. "Suck on my balls."

"I... unh.. I dunno..." Kyle muttered in-between grunts.  "Don't do it!" I
shouted at the television monitor. "Don't you dare put those disgusting
things in your mouth!" I yelled loudly even though there was no chance that
my fiancé could hear me.

"Come on, unh, boy, what are you waiting for?" Mr. Morgan spoke through
moans. With one particularly violent thrust, Mr. Morgan's cock slammed into
Kyle's backside. This pushed him face forwards into Mr. Simmons's dangling
balls.

"Yes!" Mr. Simmons moaned as he rubbed his bloated testicles against Kyle's
face. The wrinkly skin of his ballsack brushed back and forth against
Kyle's moist lips. Mr. Simmons let go of his shaft and let it fall back
down against the upper part of Kyle's face. "Lick them."

Kyle felt Mr. Simmons balls pushing back and forth across his face. The
fleshy orbs were heavy and odorous. The testosterone laced musk emanating
from them made Kyle feel horny and submissive. Reluctantly through
stuttered grunts, he opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, lapping off
a large bead of sweat from Mr. Simmons's dangling balls. It tasted salty
and strong.

I shrieked as I watched Kyle rub his tongue against the older man's
balls. In horror I watched him lick and then take one of Mr. Simmons
testicles into his mouth. He could barely fit the oversized bag into his
delicate mouth. The extra wrinkly flesh hanging off the sides made for a
grotesque sight.

"Mmmhmm, yes, suck those balls..." Mr. Simmons said with a voice showing
tinges of ecstasy. "You're going to be tasting my balls for days."

Kyle once again found himself gagging as he slid Mr. Simmons other testicle
into his mouth. His eyes watered and a small tear dripped down his
cheek. As he regained his composure, Kyle began to hungrily suck on
Mr. Simmons fleshy orb. His tongue darted back and forth across it from
inside of his mouth.

Mr. Simmons pulled back so his thick ball popped out of Kyle's mouth. He
once again gripped his shaft and lowered it down to Kyle's mouth
level. With a gentle squeeze, glistening precum seeped out of the tip of
the fat mushroom head. "Ok," Mr. Simmons began. "Lick it."

Even after Mr. Simmons had withdrawn his balls from his mouth, the taste
remained strong in Kyle's mouth. As he looked at Mr. Simmons cock, all he
could focus on was the sticky precum oozing out from the bloated head. He
would never have imagined himself ever doing something so gross or
submissive but Mr. Morgan's pounding had finally loosed him up and the
pounding had gone from very uncomfortable to feeling extremely good and
complicit. It is like he wanted to do anything these older men wanted him
to do. Kyle once again stuck his tongue out of his mouth and this time
licked up the oozing precum from Mr. Simmons cock. As he withdrew his
tongue from the tip of the cock, the sticky cum stretched from the cock and
eventually into his cock.

"Oh my gawd!" I gasped. "Kyle, you couldn't!"

"Unh, unh, unh," Mr. Morgan grunted as he aggressively pounded Kyle's
ass. He noticed he was receiving less resistance at this point. He must
have finally broken Kyle in. As Mr. Morgan pounded Kyle he playfully
slapped his ass so the flesh jiggled. "I'm in heaven right now."

Meanwhile, Mr. Simmons had stuffed his big cock back into Kyle's mouth. The
cock pumped in and out of the mouth as Kyle sucked down on its spongy
skin. "Mmm," Mr. Simmons moaned as Kyle blew his cock. "Yeah, those lips of
yours... like a girl's lips."

Kyle blushed red as he bobbed his head back and forth to suck Mr. Simmons
dick. As he pumped the dick in and out of his mouth, his tongue darted
wildly around and massaged the sides of the pole.

"Man, my cock is throbbing..." Mr. Morgan commented as he withdrew his fat
cock from Kyle's hole. He bounced his throbbing dick back and forth between
Kyle's porn star sized asscheeks. The flesh from my fiancé's ass jiggled
sexily as he did so. "Goddamn, you are one hot bitch." Mr. Morgan stuffed
his cock back into Kyle's hole and began aggressively pumping once
again. "Phew... Oh gawd... I think I'm about to fill this doughnut..."

"No...slurp...d-don... ung," my fiancé tried to stop Mr. Morgan but his
mouth was full of hard cock. "Unh!"

"Ohhh, yeahhhh!" Mr. Morgan moaned as he stuffed his cock deep into Kyle's
ass. The throbbing dick began dumping load after load of overdue cum deep
inside of my fiancé. "Ahhhhhhh, ohhhhhh!" Mr. Morgan moaned as soaked
the inside of Kyle's ass. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mr. Morgan continued to
thrust despite the fact he was in the process of cumming.

"Shit!" Kyle yelled as he felt Mr. Morgan's warm cum coating his
insides. It felt good but also warm and disgusting. Kyle tried to yell but
he felt Mr. Morgan shove his cock down his throat. He nearly felt himself
begin the choke.

"Oh god, you're cumming?" Mr. Simmons asked as he continued to pump his
cock in my fiancé's mouth. "Ohhh... ugh... I think... I am about
there..."

"Oh shit, oh shit," Mr. Morgan exclaimed. He gripped my fiancé's fat ass
cheeks firmly as he continued to spray cum inside of him. "Nail him in the
face. In the face!"

"Unh... unh... unh," Mr. Simmons grunted and then quickly pulled his cock
out of Kyle's mouth. He grabbed the shaft and pointed it square at Kyle's
face and began to vigorously pump the shaft with his hand. "You got it,
Max."

"Oh god, not my face!" Kyle pleaded as he closed his eyes and braced for
impact. "Come on, remember I have a fiancé!"

"Unh, ohh, ohh godd!" Mr. Simmons moaned and grunted as he vigorously
pumped his thick fingers across his shaft. "Oh, shit!" Mr. Simmons yelled
as milky white ropes of cum started spraying from his large cock. Strand
after strand of thick, gooey cum collided against the smooth skin of my
fiancé's face.

"Oh gawd... it's so much cum..." My fiancé gasped as Mr. Simmons caked
his face with cum. When he opened his mouth, a thick rope shot from
Mr. Simmons cock hitting him towards the back of his throat. This caused my
fiancé to gag.

"Wow," Mr. Morgan sighed in a satisfied voice. "You really did a number on
his face." Mr. Morgan pulled his fat, now limp dick out of my fiancé's
ass. I could not see his asshole due to his oversized butt checks but from
the cum dripping down from his ass, I could tell Mr. Morgan deposited
plenty of seed on his end as well.

"Hold on boy," Mr. Simmons said as he grabbed my fiancé's head by the
hair. "I'm not finished yet." Mr. Simmons moved his throbbing cock up close
to my fiancé's face and shot several more spurts on to his already cum
drenched face. "Unnnhhh!" Mr. Simmons moaned as his cock shot its final
spurts out and on to my fiancé. When the spurting subsided, cum
continued to slowly run from the tip and ooze out on to my fiancé's
face.

"Oh my god... he is covered," I spoke emotionally. "I can't believe it, my
fiancé is nothing but a dirty slut. How could he humiliate me like
this?"

"Now now, get a hold of yourself," Ms. Belcher responded. She wrapped her
arms around me and pulled me close to her tightly. Her chest was now
pressing up against my face. "I am sorry this happened, dear. The truth is
men just cannot be trusted. Not with all that testosterone leading them
astray constantly. Only us women can be truly loyal to each other."

"I don't even know what to do right now..." I said exasperated.

"I know dear, come with me." Ms. Belcher explained. "I'll take you back to
my place and when you're feeling better then you can return home. Trust
me..."

I sniffled sorrowfully and gently nodded my head. "O...k..."

"It will be all ok." Ms. Belcher put her arm around me and led me outside
of Mr. Morgan's house. As she walked me out she turned away briefly so her
face was no longer facing me and as she did so she smiled slyly.