You call me up pretending to be a lingerie company looking for new clients and tell me you want to do a shoot at your office to see if I would be a good fit.
Me, niave, think I have just scored the opportunity of a lifetime. It's what I've always dreamed of. Being paid to be cute!
I arrive and you have set the room up to look legitimate.
You have me try on different lingerie, taking pictures, and each new one gets sluttier and more exotic.
By the 7th set you have me in a cow print micro bikini.
You tell me to squat sit with my legs open and my arms behind me.
That's when the rest of them jump out.
Grabbing me
Tying my arms together and my legs apart to strategically places anchors.
That's when you taunt me and tell me this wasn't a job, and what a bimbo I must be to have fallen for it.
I spend the next 13 hours filmed being used like a filthy cum dump. By the end I don't even remember my own name. Dripping in cum and spit. Bubbling and broken.
But at least you let me keep the lingerie
