Two for the Money
Copyright© 2002 by frog
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Emily and Kathy, two naive college coeds in dire need of cash, become involved in a modeling agency with unusual and demanding clients. Moves slowly at first. Lots of character development and build up, not a quick stroke.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Reluctant Coercion Heterosexual Group Sex Exhibitionism Voyeurism School
Donald Sloan smiled as he looked over a spreadsheet reporting his third quarter earnings. Things were going very well and he was making a lot of money. He heard the door from his outer office open. Without looking up, Donald said, "Maxine, we have had a great quarter. I am planning on giving us both a bonus."
"I'm here with your bonus," a voice replied.
Donald's head flew up in surprise. Before him stood a blond woman with wild hair pointing in all directions, eyes with dark bags under each, and a very large gun!
"Judy? What the fuck?" Donald grimaced as he looked directly into the barrel of a large caliber handgun.
"Shut up, Donald."
"Judy, what do you want? You want money? Name it? Just don't use that gun? Please?" Terror gripped Donald. Judy had a wild look in her eye that Donald had only seen before in derelicts and street people with serious drug problems.
"You ruined me, Donald. You set me up; your rich clients played their little games with me; I sucked their cocks; and then you tossed me aside! Now you are going to pay!"
"Please, Judy. This is not right." Donald pleaded.
"I offered myself to you and you disgraced and humiliated me."
"No, you've got it all wrong, Judy." Donald pushed further back from his desk.
"Take off your pants, Donald," ordered Judy.
"What?"
"Take off your pants... now!"
Ok, ok... what is this all about?" Donald unzipped his pants and pulled them from under his ass and down to his ankles.
"The underwear too... take them off."
"Wait, don't make me do this. What are you trying to do here? Humiliate me? Ok, you're successful, now put down that gun."
"Strip!" Judy waved the gun at Donald.
Donald pulled down his pants. His flaccid cock lay over on his left leg.
"Now, jack off! If you don't, I am going to shoot you. If you can't cum, I'm going to shoot you."
Donald clearly could see that Judy was dead serious.
"Stroke your cock, Donald. See how it feels to be just a piece of meat. You mother-fucker."
Donald began to play with his dick. Nothing happened. He began to pray that at least he could get an erection under the circumstances.