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What a terrible day.

My bank had turned me down, and my last hope to come up with the money to save

my husband from financial disgrace has gone down the drain.

Poor Mark.

And poor me.

When we got married three months ago, we both had a good job.

We wanted to buy our own house, the love nest for our endless devotion.

Oh, no.

Mark had to ask for a $50,000 loan from Jay Dalton, an infamous money man.

And now, if we don't come up with the full amount by tomorrow, Mark will be

forced to declare bankruptcy.

I only have a couple of thousand in my account and no collateral.

We'll lose our house.

Mark is in despair.

We'll lose everything.

relationship may sink in a mass of unpaid bills.

Oh no, I can't let this happen.

We love each other so much.

How will I ever forget our first kiss?

We met a few times at the gym, and it was love at first sight.

That afternoon, I went to his apartment.

He was taking a shower.

My heart was beating as fast as a hummingbird's.

Did you have a nice shower?

You weren't there.

I'm here now.

Me too.

You're so soft.

Who's your friend?

Who's your friend?

Do you want to be my friend?

I can't take my eyes off of you Then don't

A little sensitive there.

No, not really.

You're melting me.

My

knees

are giving out.

want that to happen.

And I love the way you taste.

The chemistry between Angela and I was so powerful.

You know, I never thought I'd be able to find such a thrill, such an intense

feeling of belonging together.

For the first time in my life, I knew that God had made a girl just for me.

So good.

You have a beautiful body.

Thank you.

The petals are soft.

Kind of remind me of something.

I'm not going to answer that question.

You should know.

I want to make love to you.

You're making it hard for me to stand up

Thank you for being considerate

And we're done.

Mark would be like this forever I Don't know about

forever, but I do know that it'll be like this the rest of our lives Are

you sure it's not a dream No, I'm

not sure I kind of feel like we're suspended in space and time

It's strange.

I love you Mark.

I love you too Angela.

There's gotta be a solution!

Hi.

May I speak to Jay Dalton?

Who's this?

Oh, Angela Baring. Yeah, yeah, of course I remember.

I can't talk right now. I'm in a business meeting with some bankers.

I understand.

Well, let's say you come by around 3 o'clock?

Yeah, it's Greenland Hills.

Right, 5056 Crestview Drive.

Look it up on the map.

Okay, see you then.

What are you looking at?

Tell me how much

you love my hard cock in the mouth.

Tell me.

I love your cock, Mr. Dalton.

What's your name anyway, honey? I forgot.

Fiona Morgan.

I'm a good little cocksucker.

That's right, you are.

You like a hard cock in your mouth, don't you, Fiona? Mm-hmm.

Yeah, suck that cock, Fiona.

Mm-hmm.

Because you are here to please me, aren't you?

Mm-hmm.

Let me see how deep you can do it.

Oh,

yeah.

Yeah,

you're doing good.

Do you like it big enough with it? Uh-huh.

Why do you keep staring at me like that?

It's just that I really like powerful men.

You're very intriguing to me.

Keep sucking.

Don't stare at me anymore.

Stand up

Kiss

me

Do you want to grab your ass?

Keep stroking that cock.

Did you wash your pussy for me?

Yes, I did, Mr. Bolton.

Do you like it when I pinch you? Yes, I do.

All right.

Make some heart.

I

like

it when you do that.

Why do you keep staring at me?

Mr. Dalton was actually a lot nicer than I expected him to be.

He was so sweet when he told me he was embarrassed by my staring at him.

So I suggested he blindfold me.

I want you to rub my cock.

Zip it.

Rub it

harder.

Squeeze it tight.

Wow.

Ow, Mr. Dalton. Ow.

Ow.

You're so good.

I'm sobbing

yes oh god you hit that spot so good

Want to taste that cum?

Yeah. Yeah.

Stay right there.

Very good.

I think you're ready.

At that point, I expected Mr. Dalton to take the blindfold

off. But he didn't.

Mr. Dalton has that kind of charisma to make girls listen and do as he wanted.

I graduated with flying honors and joined his team.

Life couldn't be more exciting for me.

I'm Angela Baring. I have an appointment to see Jay Dalton.

Come in.

Stay here.

Wait a minute.

I'll be back.

My name is Luke.

I'm in charge of security.

Can I see your bag please?

My bag?

Yes.

I'm also going to have to pat you down.

Right this way.

Hi, Jay. How are you?

Angela?

This is Jerry, my partner.

Hello. This is Angela Barron, Mark's wife.

This, of course, is Luke, my chief of security.

Angela, we've been going over the loan on Mark here, and he owes us a lot of

money. He's due in full tomorrow.

Tomorrow. Does he have the money?

I spoke to my bank today, and they said that they could lend me the $50,000, but

not until the end of next week.

Paperwork. Credit references.

You know.

I had met Angela Barron when she was dining at Chutney's with her husband.

What a loser he was.

She was just too expensive and attractive for him.

And when she was bullshitting me about this bank loan, I knew I had a chance to

nail her.

All that I'm asking for is a one-week delay.

Wouldn't you do that for me, Jake?

Well, I don't know.

What would you do for me?

We may go out for a drink one day.

A drink?

Angela, I think you can do better than that.

What do you mean?

You know.

I have an idea.

Why don't you take of your clothes so we can look at the delicious body of yours?

Maybe we can work something out.

Yeah, Angela.

I'm sure you're used to all kinds of proposals every time you go into

Chutney's alone.

I never go there alone.

Come on.

Don't be shy.

We all need things.

You give everyone, we'll give you what you need.

I can't. I'm a married woman.

So what?

I'm a married man.

There's nothing wrong with other street teens and other fun.

Wouldn't any woman in love do what they asked for the well-being of their loved

ones?

I wasn't going to like it, though.

How could I?

I can always feel when a woman gets hot.

Angela, she's no exception.

Come on, Angela.

Take it out.

Come on, Angela, loosen up. Nothing wrong with showing us your real tits.

Hey Jake, why don't you have Luke help her?

Yeah, with all them silicone breasts bouncing up and down in Beverly Hills,

real tits are hilarious.

Hey Luke, why don't you go over there and help her out? She needs a little

help, I think.

There you go.

Breathe in.

Yeah, strip.

Get the rest of the clothes off.

God knows I was trying so hard not to become aroused by Luke.

But his crotch was getting so big.

Take it all off.

Boy, she feels a lot.

Of course she does.

That's pride right there.

See that butt? Turn it around.

Yeah, get rid of that little snidey thing.

Luke's eyes were so intense.

I must admit, I was feeling something strange.

Even if she tried to repress her lust,

she was still chasing after me.

She was craving sex.

She just had to have it.

Miss J.

Miss J.

What?

You like it.

There you go.

Do you want it?

Yes.

Stuff her more with it.

Come on, skull fucker.

I'll feed it to her, yeah.

Isn't she hungry?

What's that?

Skull fucker.

Pull her fucking head.

Roll it back towards her with your head.

Skull fucker, do it!

Suck those balls.

Beat it with that cock. Come on, smack her one.

Come on, give her a good whack.

Do you, Angela?

Yes. Suck it.

Suck it.

We have a deal, right?

I'm just gonna get dressed now, okay?

Right, Luke? Right, Jay?

Not so fast.

I was gonna get dressed.

We're not done with you yet, Angela.

I thought we had a deal. I was just supposed to strip.

Luke.

Luke ain't gonna help you. He works for me.

Remember, you're doing this for Mark.

Mark owes me a lot of money.

Now I'm giving you some more time.

Luke.

Hey, Luke.

Bring her in the room.

I couldn't help but get aroused when that finger was sliding up my ass.

I've never had anyone do that to me. Not even Mark.

It was disgusting.

But still, I felt a strange new sensation.

What would Mark say? He knew what I was doing for him.

So cute.

Ugh.

Anything you want me to do?

I felt this uncontrollable urge Ordinary sex just wasn't enough

I wanted more

I don't believe this, please leave me alone.

Come on, you're alone with me.

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.

Amelia, what the hell are you doing?

Oh, good morning, Mrs. Dalton. I cleaned the terrace.

Don't you see you're cleaning the whole fucking poolside?

Oh, the very side, Mrs. Dalton.

Stupid me.

And don't forget to take my husband's clothes to the dry cleaners, understand?

See? All clothes to the dry cleaners. See?

Oh, my God.

Mrs. Dalton.

Mrs.

Dalton?

I was so furious that I had to go

shopping with my best friend, Christina.

I thought that she would understand my disgust for Jay's perverted behavior.

But that didn't happen.

Instead, she tried to calm me down and show me the positive aspects of our

marriage.

Wealth, independence,

vacationing, and so forth.

But this time, I didn't give a shit.

He'd gone too far.

I heard Brooke's outburst against Jay so many times, I was never really paying

attention.

But I liked her though anyway, even if she didn't notice.

Especially when she was infuriated.

What a brassy character.

Christina didn't want to believe me.

She was trying to appease me as usual.

But this day, I wasn't going to accept it. Instead, I was going to shock her.

After all, I did have proof.

Jesus Christ, Brooke. This is awful.

And please notice they're doing it right in my fucking house.

This is why I'm so fucking upset, Christina.

What are you gonna do about this?

There's only one thing I can do, my dear.

Which is?

Divorce.

I'm going to get him right where it counts, in his bank book.

Do you think these pictures will hold up against Jay in court?

For crying out loud, Christina.

If these don't nail him, I'm just going to kill him with my own fucking hands.

I know how you feel, darling.

But I want you to think about it.

At least until tomorrow.

Relax now.

Lie in the bed.

I'll give you a massage.

It'll settle you down. Believe me.

You are such a special friend.

What would I do without you?

You'd be locked up in a madhouse.

Come on.

Let me take off your coat.

What do you have in mind? Special treatment?

Very special.

Up to the occasion.

I always wanted to make love to Brooke.

And I had this feeling that it could happen at any time.

I really needed a kiss.

Even if I didn't know I'd feel so turned on by a girl that had been best friends

with me for so many years.

I feel so nice.

Jay was in Vegas taking care of his business as usual and it wouldn't be

back till Friday

I

bet

Jay doesn't do this for you You're wrong

The room was getting really hot.

Brooke's skin was like a heater.

I had to cool it down a little bit.

Sorry, darling.

I just exploded the wine on you.

I had other things in mind.

Do you like that?

Would you like a drink?

How'd you like your drink?

You're sensitive right now.

It tastes so good.

Oh, you taste so good.

Yeah. Tell me you like it.

Oh yeah, look at my back.

Oh yeah.

Yeah, lick it like that.

I love it.

Oh, yeah.

Fuck me if you're talking.

I'm gonna take your pins.

You know, I have to be honest.

When we reached the point of no return, nothing else mattered anymore.

I just wanted to be fucked like an animal.

Come on, fuck me.

I have to.

My first phone call is at 6 a.m. from the East Coast.

Remember, I have a job.

Selling commodities.

Sugar, copper, all that good stuff.

Well, you're a really great girl.

I know we'll be the best of friends for a long time.

Of course, Brooke.

You can always count on me.

You know, I know this girl that I work with. She works in commodities.

I believe her name is Angela Logan.

She got married to a man, I believe his name is Mark.

Hmm, I wonder what his married name is.

Mark, Mark.

Mark Bering.

He's very attractive.

An athlete, gymnast, that type.

Relax, Amelia.

Just me.

Look, it's you singing.

I'm really afraid.

Yeah, well, you better be afraid. I'm here to check something out for Mr.

Dalton.

Oh, Jesus Maria.

Problems in the casa?

Shut up and listen.

Comprende?

Yesterday you took Mr. Dalton's dry cleaning, right?

Si. Mrs. Dalton told me to.

And when you took it, you checked the pockets, right?

Oh, si.

And what did you find?

Oh, pequeños, small things.

A million of steel.

How about photographs?

You find any pictures?

Photos? No.

No fotos.

You're sure you're not lying to me, right?

Oh, no.

I never lied to you, Saint-Maruc.

Let's check you out.

Come here. Come on.

Get slow.

Spread them.

Oh, see me look.

Your hands.

Oh.

watching bueno

Oh, si!

The kiss was muy bueno.

It's like a dream come true to be with Mr. Luke.

Huh? Pinocchio here.

That's a pretty little pussy.

You dry, Amelia, now?

Good job, huh?

Oh, yeah.

Amelia, nice and dry for you.

Oh, look

at my booty.

There's no photographs around me there.

Oh, maybe it's down my throat, Senor Luke. Want to check?

Oh, fuck.

You find them, or you don't look deep enough?

Deeper. Oh, yeah.

That's it.

mm-hmm

This yellow one.

Explode all of them.

So, uh, no photographs?

You sure?

No.

Oh.

Photos? Color photos?

Yeah, color photos, of course.

Pequeños. Yeah, you know, like instant ones, this big.

Oh, Ricardo. I remember yesterday I see Senora Dalton with these little

color photos.

She was very angry.

Oh, Christ.

The missus has it.

Fuck.

As

soon

as Luke told me about Brooke having the Polaroid pictures, I knew I was fucked.

That bitch would be all over me.

She had all the proof she needed.

Of course, I messed up like an idiot.

I should have taken the Polaroids out of the house, but I didn't.

Now I won't be in control of my businesses.

Because I'll have to agree to Brooke's terms.

But I've got Angela to agree to my terms.

And if Brooke's going to nail me with an expensive divorce, no matter.

I'll just move to Vegas and take Angela over there with me.

She'll make me rich again.

I'm sure you managed to delay my payment to that son of a bitch for a week.

I never see you anymore.

Why did you have to go to Portland Lord?

Hi! How have you been? Oh, great.

Let's sit down.

Hello. Hello.

Looking... Looking... Yes.

Sit down.

That'll work.

Okay. Yeah? Yeah. Good.

He's been writing a new script and stuff.

It's been going really well.

He's been busy.

Yeah.

So,

my little angel, what's this terrible secret you've got to tell us?

Diane, it's awful.

Something to do with sex?

How did you guess?

We're just a prudent school.

Anything that terrible would have to have something to do with sex.

All right.

Spell it.

My marriage was in danger.

Mark borrowed money from a loan shark.

Terrible, awful person.

So I went there because I didn't have the money to pay him back.

And they made me do things.

Awful things.

Dirty sexual things?

Well, then what did they do to you, little miss?

Everything. First they made me strip, and I thought that was enough.

You know, they kept pushing me. They came around me. They started touching

me.

How many were they?

They were three.

They did all kinds of things to me.

All together?

First one by one, and then together.

I've never had two men entering me at the same time before.

And in the back?

I had no idea that could be done.

Did you enjoy it?

When they started pinching my nipples and rubbing me and licking me, I just

lost control.

That's understandable.

Did you come?

Many times.

Yes.

I didn't know I could do that either.

That's not all. They made me do all kinds of other things. They took me to

hotels and limousines and made me have sex with their clients, bankers, drug

dealers. Awful people.

They did all kinds of awful things.

I know I keep repeating myself. I just feel so ashamed.

The truth was shocking.

Anja had become a whore.

Who could have ever thought that she was our little homecoming princess at high

school?

Poor baby.

We understand.

So, did you tell Marquette?

No. I had to tell him that I was going to Portland for a job.

true vacation.

I suspected under that cool exterior was a volcano waiting to erupt.

To admit, I kind of aroused, closed my eyes, and seen her getting

fucked by a bunch of guys for a week.

Thank you, Sam.

I just need a cold drink.

Maybe you need something more than a cold drink.

Do you know how many times I fantasized about you

doing it with the whole football team?

Back when you were our head cheerleader.

I only did it because I was in trouble.

Do you think I'm proud of what I did?

I only did it for work.

That look was a year's off when we stretched out.

You had the last of your life, actually, too.

Wait a minute.

Come on, Angela.

Why aren't you being nice to your old friends as well?

Are you out of your mind?

This is something I had to do to keep us out of bankruptcy.

Got a hefty advance on one of my scripts.

What say... I loan you a thousand dollars to help you out.

That would help me so much.

And I'll pay you back as soon as I can.

I'm gonna sing.

She's my best friend, too.

Diane!

Diane,

I'm sorry. I just... I wanted to... Don't be sorry.

That comes later.

You don't know how often me and Sam fantasized about doing this to you.

Just taking you.

We had no idea.

You stand out.

Did it taste good?

Like a princess.

You're gonna slap, don't you?

I won't do anything.

I won't do anything. I won't do this.

It's happening again.

Sam, why don't you take your panties off?

Should I wear panties on? Do you want your panties off?

Please.

It's not nice.

Please, Sam, take my panties off.

Please, Sam, take my panties off.

She begs so nicely. Hold this.

I want to see you.

I want to see you. I want to look at you.

Oh, where am I?

Daddy wants to fuck you.

Please. You're a good puppy. Follow us.

I don't know what to do.

I'm going to sleep in my mind.

Please tell me something.

Sit.

At first, I didn't know what Angela did to save me from immediate bankruptcy.

I mean, for all I knew, she'd gotten a hold of some commodities.

At that point, I didn't know anything about her whoring ways.

But boy, did I find out.

Yeah, hello.

Brooke who?

Oh, Brooke Dalton, Jay's wife.

Yeah.

Well,

I'd love to come over.

Okay, I'll be there in an hour.

Thank you, too. Bye-bye.

Mrs. Dalton?

Mrs. Dalton, Mr. Banning is here.

Emilio, that's all for today.

You can go home right now. Oh, thank you.

Goodbye. Hasta mañana.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Dalton.

I'm Mark Barron.

It's nice to meet you, Mark.

Please, call me Brooke. I hate formalities.

Okay.

Have a seat. Tell me what the problem is.

Well, I don't know exactly how to begin, so I'll just say, you know about

your husband loaning me $50,000 four months ago?

I'm aware of that. When's the payment due?

It was due last Tuesday.

But luckily, he granted me a delay of a week.

That's funny.

It's not like my husband to postpone a payment without some kind of a return.

Well, you know, my wife Angela, she convinced him somehow. I

think she got her hands on some sort of collateral.

Collateral?

Please, don't make me laugh.

What do you mean?

What do you mean by that?

A friend of mine told me that you were very nice looking.

She was right.

Listen, I don't think that has anything to do with our business.

Are you sure?

Quite sure, Brooke.

And are you aware of what Angela did to get you that delay?

What do you mean?

Here, take a look at these.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

It's... Angela, your faithful wife.

Relax. I'm here to help you.

You see... She fucked my husband, soon to be ex-husband.

He made her into a whore and she's been hanging out with men for an entire week.

God, that's terrible.

Relax. Now I'm in control.

Jay's out of LA and I've taken over all of his businesses.

And I do value gratitude.

You're grateful to me?

And you know you wanna get your hands on Angela.

I hate her.

You're a damn good kisser for a change.

You know, you've put me in a very terrible position.

I should spank you.

Please do.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Um...

Okay.

Mark didn't even want to see me anymore.

Since then, we've only spoken by phone.

As I admitted what I did, he couldn't forgive me.

She should have just let me go through bankruptcy instead of giving in to Jay's

indecent proposals.

He didn't want to accept that I did it for him.

She did what she did because of uncontrollable lust.

And a woman who's not able to control her sexual appetites is not fit to be a

wife. And that was that.

Men can perhaps tolerate their women to behave like whores.

But they'll never excuse them from the pleasure they feel when they get fucked

as hard as I did.

Should I have lied to him?

Having sex with these guys was as dirty as horseshit.

But still, they made me cum like crazy.

Having fully disclosed my sensuality to these other men...

How can I ever feel like I was when I was making love to Mark?

My heart was broken forever, and there was no magic glue to repair the damage.