Chapter 10

"You were right and I was wrong," she said to Marty Charles. "I was so anxious to get ahead, I was willing to use anything, including my body. Well I've come to my senses. From now on it has to be straight modeling, or nothing. I don't care if it's TV commercials or magazine ads, just as long as it's modeling."

"Well, you've finally seen the light," Marty nodded. "A good thing, too. You know, I've been adding quite a few other models to my clientele, and if you would have kept up this way, I'd have been forced to drop you."

"Looks like we're both starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel," she laughed.

"Yeah, but I've worked for it a lot longer than you," Marty told her.

"You've had your share of pleasure along the way," Melanie said to him. "Don't kid me. I'll bet you've laid, re-laid, parlayed, and filleted just about every one of your clients."

"Not everyone," Marty reminded her, smiling.

"Well that's because you haven't made a play for me, yet. I'm waiting, though. I figure you won't be holding off much longer."

"You're wrong," Marty replied. "You see, the funny thing is, when I sleep with a woman, it's almost always because the woman actually cons me into bed."

"Well if you think I'm going to make the first move and talk you into taking me to bed, you're sadly mistaken," Melanie insisted.

"I don't think anything of the sort," Marty told her. "But I will tell you this much. If you don't come down off that high horse of yours, I'll let you start looking for another agent. Hell! I know you're beautiful. You're probably more beautiful than all my other girls put together. But that doesn't mean that I'm laying in wait for you. My prime interest in you is the commission I get for handling you."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she snapped. "It's just that I've been through hell these past few days. That bastard, Dick Buller made sure every orifice in my body was probed when he had Ivor Goodson take the movies!"

"Oh shit! I warned you about Goodson."

"I know, I know. Don't rub it in."

"What the hell! You aren't the only girl he's conned into things like this."

"I know. I saw movies of Sheree Edwins and quite a few of the other models he's used."

"It's a good thing faces don't register in those movies for any length of time," Marty said to her, "People who go to see them expect to see beautiful girls, and the faces never stay in their minds too long. But show them a picture of a cunt, and they'll tell you right away who the woman is."

"Look, Marty, I've learned my lesson. I'll be a good girl from now on. Can you get me some legit work without my having to give my ass on the side?"

"No problem," Marty told her. "But it'll take a little time. You've earned quite a bit of money from your stints with Goodson and Buller. Just go on home and relax for awhile, do nothing except a lot of exercises to keep that lovely body of yours in shape. By sometime next week I ought to be able to line up something really good for you."

"Tell me the truth, Marty, you do want me physically, don't you?"

"Hell! Of course I do," he admitted. "But I've never forced myself on a woman yet, and I'm certainly not going to begin with you, delightful as you are."

"I'm glad," she said, walking around the desk and over to where he was sitting. "You see, I've been the way I am because I realize I'm attracted to you, and I was afraid to admit it."

"Huh?" he asked.

Before he was able to say anything more, she reached down and unzipped his fly. Marty simply sat there for the moment, totally stunned. Her hand reached in and pulled out his penis, and then she was massaging the organ, manipulating it up and down and back and forth.

"You know," she told him, "this has to be the biggest, fattest penis I have ever seen. Would you mind if I tried it on for size?"

"Huh?" was all he was able to say again.

She let go of the organ, got to her feet, and removed her panties. She was wearing a skirt and so she had no trouble straddling him as he sat in his chair, her thighs resting on the arms of the chair as she felt the tip of his penis brush against the lips of her sodden cunt. For the first time in her life she really wanted a cock, needed a cock, and she was going after it.

Having seen the organ, she was able to easily understand why all his other models were so anxious to sample it. Now she undid the buttons on her blouse, took it off, and then removed her brassiere. She leaned forward, pressing her small, firm breasts against his lips.

Marty felt the softness of her mammaries moving down his body, and then her lips were on his as she reached under her skirt and with a quick, deft motion, tucked his throbbing cock into her sucking cunt. Marty simply sat back in his swivel chair, forcing her to lean forward and into him.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Melanie murmured. "You're so thick you hurt me, but it feels like such a nice hurt. Keep on hurting me, Marty."

"Oh I will, I will," he nodded, hurling his fulcrum upward to bury every last inch of cock into her cunt.

"Good!" she murmured. "And I promise I'll never be nasty again."

And she wasn't!