Casey looked at the preview on her camera and then twisted her face into a disatified grimice… it just wasn’t quite right.
She set the camera down on the counter and leaned into the mirror, checking her makeup and hair… they were perfect of course, though her lips were still a little tender from the latest round of fillers.
She leaned back and hefted her tits in her hands and a shiver of pleasure coursed through her, bringing a smile to her lips… god that felt good!
It took a while for her to finally stop jiggling her tits, but eventually she did and she knew exactly what had been wrong with the photo.
She reached around and unclipped her bra, pulling it from her body and tossing it down on the counter before picking up the camera and taking another photo… this time with her tits clearly visible, including the rock hard nipples that adorned them.
A few more snaps and then she headed to her laptop to upload them for her followers on her socials, “Hey guys… wanna see more? Sign up for my private site, link in my bio!”
A few minutes later she received several notifications of new members and her whole body quivered in excitement. At this rate she’d have her tits paid off in no time!
Or at least she assumed she would, Roger took care of all the financial stuff, she just made sure to keep the clients happy. Another shiver ran through her at the thought of that word… clients… and she provided service to her clients.
It was such a hot idea, she wondered how she’d never thought of it before Roger had suggested it.
Then again, he was the brains of the operations… he’d told her that so many times and she couldn’t disagree with it. Though, dimly, in the back of her mind, she thought there might have been a time when she could.
She pushed that out of her head and replaced it with how grateful she was for Roger’s help. He’d had so many great ideas over the last six months or so, most of which she’d never of thought of herself.
Like her fantastic new tits, and her new social media presence, and her private site, and letting him take care of all the details.
Then, like always when she got thinking about Roger, the image of his cock flashed into her mind. His cock in her mouth, his cock in her pussy, his cock between her tits, his cock in her ass.
“God… fuck it!” she said to no on in particular and headed to her bedroom, grabbed the biggest dildo she owned, and turned on the camera for a live stream.
Minute later she was masturbating with it, pounding her pussy, as more and more men joined the show.
Roger hear his phone ding and he picked it up from beside his computer to check the notification, “New live stream started… Casey pounds her pussy with a big fat dildo!”
Roger chuckled and then logged on to the streaming site and into the admin page before selecting Casey’s stream, there were just over a hundred people watching the stream, but that number was climbing. There were already a couple of dozen “tips” and he was sure Casey would make sure to fulfil all the requests included in them.
He went back to the main admin page and scrolled down the couple of dozen women he had under his “management”, many like Casey, in their mid twenties with no real skills or purpose in life, that he’d brought under his control. There were others of course, older, younger, smarter, dumber, etc. His stable of talent ran the entire spectrum, but they all shared one thing in common.
His eyes darted over to the stand on the left side of his desk, hanging from it were a dozen necklaces exactly like the one that each of his women wore.
knock knock
Roger looked up and Stacey stepped into his office, “Sorry Sir, just wanted to remind you about your three o’clock.” the pretty young blonde said with a nervous smile.
“Thank’s Stacey.” he replied and the girl nodded and then reached up and fondled the necklace he’d given her this week.
She had just started three weeks ago, replacing…
Roger drew a blank suddenly as the name of his last receptionist escaped him. As Stacey closed the door behind her, he turned back to his computer and scrolled down the admin page until he found the last entry on the list.
Oh yes, right, Chelsea!
Chelsea was the name of his last receptionist, a pretty little brunette with the biggest natural tits he’d seen in a while. He clicked on her page and checked her latest streaming numbers, just a couple of dozen viewers, but she hadn’t built up a following yet so that was to be expected.
Roger locked his screen and stood up, walking from behind his desk with a smile on his face, he figured a week should be long enough for him to at least have a little fun with Stacey. Maybe he’d grab her ass and see how she reacted, that was usually a safe first move.
If she reacted like Casey had she’d be in his office under his desk later that day.
