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The often crushing problems people sometimes face can frequently lead them to acts they would never consider under normal circumstances.
The laid-off worker who stoops to thievery to feed his family. The witness who commits perjury to protect a friend. The athlete who, under immense pressure to perform the impossible, succumbs to the false promise of drugs to improve his performance.
This is the story of Melissa Stanton, a wife who decides to take a job as a model/party girl/hooker in order to help her husband gain the luxuries of life. She becomes a woman who eventually is blackmailed into a career of perverted, demented lusts, a life where men accept her as a pay-for-a-lay woman; and yet, there is one man who is still unsuspecting of her night life.
Melissa could be any man’s wife.
As a model for Anderson Studios, Melissa Stanton considered it her duty to cater to the whims of the client. However, the man she was now facing was demanding a lot more. He was staring at her with bold eyes and demanding to fuck her.
Melissa was bewildered by his attitude because he was so nice when she came to his office to model the clothing that he was supposed to be buying. She didn’t know how to answer his demand.
“Well, get ’em off,” he demanded again. “I can’t fuck you if you’ve got your pussy all wrapped up in pretty ruffles.”
Melissa stammered. “Take my pants off? You can’t mean that!”
He chuckled, “Of course I mean it. I can’t very well stick my cock into your cunt unless you lay down and spread your legs.”
“I… I…” she stuttered.
“What’s the problem, baby? You think I don’t have the money?” He pulled a fat wallet from his pocket, extracted a number of bills from it. He offered them to Melissa. “How much? Two hundred enough?”
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.