Gina wants Max for a cop-themed shoot with a different co-star

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"Whenever I can tear you two apart," said Gina, interrupting Tom and Max kissing beneath the shower. Max let the kiss linger a bit more, smiled against Tom's lips, and slowly pushed away. Gina summarily dismissed him, "You can head out, Tom. You're done here for the day."

Gina tossed a towel to Max and the two of them stepped aside while Tom began to get dressed and the camera equipment was loaded up. Gina murmured to Max, "You've got a real good thing going here. I dig the whole wild animal vibe you have. Very hot. Cute and innocent look, but you turn into a cheetah when you get turned on. I think it's time you have another go at Mike."

"Mike?" Max rolled her eyes. "He's too rough. How about Tom again?"

"Tom is a sweetheart, but there's only so much of a market for that sort of thing," said Gina. "Look, come back in two days, we'll do a cop shoot. People love those. Go crazy for it. I'll give you 20% on the streaming."

"30 percent," said Max. "And I want the actor's fee upfront too."

"Sure, sure," said Gina. "See you soon."

The money was far more than the cash Max ever saw working for Jam Pony. She needed the job, even if it meant getting fucked by someone as indelicate as Mike. She could handle it. She could break his neck if she had to. The thought gave her the confidence she needed to show up two days later.

It was unexpectedly raining, so she wore a transparent poncho over her tight-fitted t-shirt. Her ripped blue jeans hugged her hips and her firm ass. The denim cuffs were splashed with filth from riding her bike through the mud. It was an unusual hazard for the usually parched city.

Max's pussy seemed to match the drizzling, warm rain. She had not been with a man since her shoot with Tom and she was practically in heat again. Her little nipples strained beneath her t-shirt and her pussy throbbed as she rode it against the seat of her bike. She ditched her ride behind some junk, using a lock on the foot of a dumpster. Gina and Mike were both waiting for her on the set with the small jail cell and the policeman's desk. Mike wore an inauthentic police uniform stretched tightly over his broad shoulders and stocky, masculine build. He donned his cap as Max removed the poncho and shook off some of the rain.

"You're late," growled Gina. "I've got Starla next-door waiting to shoot a blowbang. She doesn't have your looks, but she knows her way around a cock. Or six of them."

"Yeah, well, sorry," said Max, not even trying to sound like she meant it. "What's the set up?"

"I'm a cop and--" Mike began, but Gina cut him off.

"The set up, honey, is that you are going to change out of that garbage you're wearing. You're playing a prostitute, a street whore, and I want you looking the part. He's going to bust you and take advantage." Gina grabbed a plastic bag with a crimson and black outfit in it. "Put it on. No bra or panties, but wearing the stockings and the heels. Hurry it up."

Max stripped out of her clothes right there in front of them both, revealing her long, muscular legs, toned abdomen, firm, round bottom, and freshly waxed pussy. Her perky breasts were perfection, her dusky nipples small and erect. She swept her silky, dark hair out of her face and looked unflinchingly at Mike and Gina with her big, brown eyes.

"Goddamn," murmured Mike.

"Well?" Gina almost stomped her foot. "Get dressed."

It took Max a moment, standing there nude, but she ultimately decided not to kick Gina's ass. The woman paid too well.

Max opened the plastic bag and took out a cheap pair of red spandex short-shorts. Even being skinny and toned, Max had to wiggle into the tight shorts to get them over her hips and ass. The top was a cropped, sleeveless shirt that left Max's toned tummy and most of her breasts exposed. It was a little ridiculous, even for the subject matter. If she lifted her arms above her shoulders, the shirt lifted up high above her nipples so that she was totally exposed. Finishing the look was a pair of thigh-high fishnet stockings and shoes with chunky five-inch heels that put Max's ass on further display.

"Now come over here and sit down," said Gina. "Let me do your makeup properly."

"Properly" was a matter of opinion. By the time Gina was done, Max's flawless skin was covered in foundation, her lips were bright red, she had thick eye shadow, blush on her cheeks, and Gina had even managed to brush Max's hair into an unappealing wave. Max hated the way she looked, but she had to admit to herself that most of the reason she hated it was because of its authenticity to the role.

"Perfect," declared Gina. "Now, here's the deal, hot stuff. Mike is gonna shackle your hands behind your back. Those come off when he decides. You gotta convince him to take them off, right?"

"I'm not sure," said Max, experiencing a momentary flashback to training at Manticore. She was bound with her hands behind her back, completely naked, and the guards were talking about her body.

"Tough," said Gina, snapping Max out of the memory. Gina turned to Mike. "You touch her however you want, but no hitting, no leaving marks. Got it?"

"I don't hit little girls," said Mike. He flexed his muscles visibly in the tight cop shirt, giving Max a wolfish grin.

"Even when they're hitting you?" Max asked and gave him a playful shove that was hard enough to stagger him back a step and bump him into the table behind.

"Enough playing around," snapped Gina. "You've already wasted enough of my time. Start at the door. Cuff her up."

Max growled as Mike bent her arms behind her back and snapped the cuffs around her wrists. He seemed to know how to handle the cuffs, closing them tightly enough that she couldn't twist her wrists out of them. He pulled her to the door, her tits thrust forward by the awkward position of her arms and barely covered by the ridiculous top Gina had **** her to wear. Off-balance by her helplessness, Max felt a twinge of unease that bordered on excitement.

"Trust me," breathed Mike from behind her.

"Like hell," snorted Max. "I--"

"Action!" Gina declared and Max had to work not to glance at the camera nor the man operating it.

Mike shoved Max between her shoulders and she stumbled onto the set.

"I warned you about hooking, Max," growled Mike, shoving her again and pushing her over the top of the desk. "Same place. Same time of night. You just don't learn your lesson."

Max stood upright and looked at him defiantly. She was genuinely mad at Mike already. He had pushed her too hard and used her real name.

"Fuck you, Officer Mike," she sneered. "I know how you like to finger all those underage girls you bring in."

"The fuck I do," growled Mike.

"Yeah? I hear you got a thing for young meat," said Max, glaring at him defiantly.

"Right... about as young as you are," he said. "So you wanna go in front of the judge, maybe do six months, or..."

Mike reached around Max's washboard abs and slid his thick fingers up her toned tummy to her pert breasts. His hand pressed easily under her ridiculous top and he roughly grabbed her left breast, squeezing the soft mound in his palm and pinching the little bud of her nipple. Max hissed through her teeth, enduring a jolt of mixed pleasure and pain.

"I'm not doing anything with a meathead like you," said Max, trying to sound completely defiant.

Mike grinned his wolfish grin and his other hand slid up and under her ill-fitting shirt. Both his hands reached around her to squeeze and play with Max's soft, pert breasts and torment her aching nipples. She let out a soft moan, her eyes closing momentarily before she realised she was letting her body be ruled by her desires.

"Seems like you want this," laughed Mike. "What's the matter, baby? Not getting enough on the street?"

He thrust his hips forward and his hardness pressed against Max's ass. He pushed her against the desk again and grabbed a handful of her silky hair to yank her head back. His breath was hot on her neck and ear as he growled, "Admit it, Max. Admit you need some real dick."

"I'm not going to find it here," she mocked.

Mike snarled and shoved her down over the desk roughly. It actually hurt and Max had to resist the urge to bounce back up and drop him with a roundhouse kick to the jaw. Her shoulders ached and her cheek pressed against the cold surface of the desk. Mike chuckled and ran his hand down from her back to her round ass in the skintight crimson shorts. She felt something hard and cold press against her thigh.

"You need to be taught some manners," said Mike, smacking her buttocks with the end of his nightstick.

"Was the real one too small?" Max teased.

"You little slut," growled Mike, sounding like he meant what he was saying. "You're going to get what you deserve."

His fingers shoved down the back of her shorts and roughly pulled the tight material beneath her round ass. Her creamy cheeks barely jiggled as he bared them with two yanks that nearly tore the fabric of her shorts. His hand loudly collided with the smooth flesh of her ass. She whimpered with another mixture of pleasure and pain. He smacked her again and again; several times in rapid succession that left her tight ass throbbing with heat. His fingers moved to her pussy and he rubbed at her hairless groove, spreading her wetness up her crack and over her tiny clenched anus. His thumb massaged her asshole.

"Yeah, you need a lesson," he murmured.

She gasped as she felt the blunt tip of the nightstick press between her cheeks and against the juice-smeared divot of her asshole. He tapped it harder, enough to send shocks through her body.

"Don't you dare, Mike," she gasped. He grabbed her hair again and pinned her face to the desk. He spit and his saliva splashed warmly into her crack. She clenched tightly.

"I'll give you one chance," said Mike, teasing the nightstick at her sensitive anus. "Don't fight it. I can tell how wet this is making you. Admit to me how bad you want this in that tight little ass and I promise I'll be gentle."

He pressed a little harder at her clenched rosebud and she let out another involuntary gasp. Worse than the humiliation of being talked to like this by Mike was that he was right. She wanted to feel every ridge on that nightstick sliding deep into her aching asshole.

"I need it," whimpered Max. "I need it in my ass. My... my slutty little ass."

"Good girl," grinned Mike.

He smacked her ass with his big hand and spread her crack wide. Gina moved in close for a shot of Max's clenched asshole as Mike began to apply steady pressure. His pushing overwhelmed Max's clenching and the tip of the nightstick slid into her ass. She moaned with her face against the desk as he began to slowly and steadily fuck her little pucker with the nightstick. Each thrust stretched her hole wide around the smooth stick and sent ripples of pleasure to her pussy. She lifted her head up enough to moan loudly as Mike began to really fuck her ass with the nightstick.

"Yeah, that's one down," laughed Mike, pounding the nightstick deep into her ass and back out again. "I think you've got another hole that needs to be filled, don't you?"

"Y-yessss," she moaned. "Fuck me. Fuck my pussy."

Mike did not have to be told twice. Max heard the clink of his belt and the zip of his pants. A moment later she felt Mike's thick cock pressing at her slick entrance. He thrust forward without hesitation, parting her tight folds and driving his hardness beyond them. With the nightstick stuffed up her ass, he felt huge and he was not so gentle with his thrusting cock. He slammed against her bottom, smacking his hips against her loudly as he fucked in and out of her slick pussy.

"Ooooooh!" Max cried, helpless with pleasure.

"Yeah, you love this, you little slut," laughed Mike. "Got that real cop dick to stretch that tight little pussy."

She could feel her orgasm build with each cruel word he spoke and each savage thrust of his throbbing cock. He fucked her so hard that the desk moved with each stroke, squealing as it shifted on the cheap floor.

"Cum for me, Max," growled Mike, leaning over her and pounding his cock deep into her pussy. "Give it to me. Let me feel it."

"Oh, god, yes," cried Max, feeling her whole body tense. "I'm... ohhhhhHHH!"

He pulled her head up by her hair again, bowing her back as he hammered into her. The nightstick shook deep inside her ass, adding another layer to her welling pleasure. She cried out, almost a yowl of helpless ecstasy, as her orgasm shot through her. With each spasm of pleasure, Max's tight pussy convulsed against Mike's cock and her ass clenched around his nightstick.

"Ohhhhh fuck," groaned Mike, his cock gripped by the rippling walls of Max's steamy cunt. "I'm about to shoot my fucking load. Where do you want it?"

In the throes of her ecstasy, Max wasn't sure if he was asking her the question or not. An answer formed on her lips.