Rocquelle makes Simone feel really good

The two of you walk into the room and you put on your best excited face.

"It looks so rustic and cozy, 'Derek'. It's perfect!" You gush as he leans down and gives you a kiss.

"Only the best for you, Kassy dear," he replies with a hopelessly fake smile. Good thing these films don't require a lot of convincing acting, you think.

You give him an exaggerated wink.

"Let me slip into something more fitting!" You reply huskily as you stride into the makeup room.

The blonde meets you as the door closes and takes the clothes as you quickly as you pull them off.

"God it's so good to be out of that hot thing!"

You walk over to the back table, sit on the stool and slide the jade lacy thong up your legs and then pull the matching green see-through crop top on. Rocquelle walks behind you and straightens your hair a bit. Then pats the stool in front of the mirror and when you sit touches your face up a bit. She looks over at a timer on the side of the table.

"Ok. The guys have three minutes to get in position. Ready?"

"I think so," you offer wondering if you can climb out the window and escape. Your stomach is doing summersaults and you feel a bit light-headed.

"Just tackle it like you would a play, Simone. Once scene two starts, you're just along for the ride!"

You smile up at her appreciating the encouragement.

"60 seconds!" Rocquelle says as you stand and face the door. Then she starts counting down, you open the door on five and walk out on one.

You see 'Derek' standing at the front door and see two serious-looking men in suits walk in. You try to muster a confused look.

"'Derek' darling, I'm not dressed for company!"

He walks over, takes your hand, and leads you to the table. When you sit, he drops a folder in your lap.

"Look at those, bitch."

You glance up at him for a second and open the folder. You see many black and white photos of pandas playing in the zoo.

"Oh my God. 'Derek'. . . I," you say looking at the pictures with a feigned shocked look. You hope the cameras don't get too good a look at the photos though because that may confuse people.

"Yes, 'Kassy'. My private eyes have been following you for weeks. You've slept with my boss, my brother, and the plumber during that time. What do you have to say for yourself?" He growls at you.

"I. . . but 'Derek'? I," he interrupts you and waves the men over.

"Here's what's going to happen. We're getting divorced. That's the easy part of this. The hard part is you deciding how painful it's going to be."

"I don't understand," you whine trying hard to sound pitiful.

"These are my lawyers," one of the men puts a set of papers in front of you. You are thinking the Panda Express take-out menu on top sounds delicious right now but **** your mind back on the task at hand.

"I'm willing to grant you a no-fault divorce. We split things down the middle. You walk away with $4 million in the bank and the beach house in Santa Monica you love. If you refuse, you get to try and afford some lawyers to fight it out in court. The easy way you have to earn like the whore you are though," he flashes you a wicked smile.

"I. . . What do I have to do?" you ask gulping hard.

"Easy. Until tomorrow at noon, you're going to be a good little whore and take whatever cock I decide you're taking. Then at noon, we both sign the papers and go our merry little ways. If not, well you can take your slutty ass back to the diner and try to afford some lawyers on tips."

"Ok, 'Derek' you win. I'll do it, whatever it is."

He turns to the fake lawyers, "Be back at 12 boys."

After they leave, he moves one of the ottomans to the center of the room and tells you to bend over it. It's just tall enough that when you kneel beside it and bend over, your stomach rests on top of it. He reaches down and cuffs your wrists to the legs of the cushioned prop. Then he goes into the scriptwriter's room and wheels a full-length antique-looking mirror out and positions it in front of you about 10 feet away. Then he fetches and positions another 10 feet behind you.

"I expect it'd turn a whore on to see the boys rutting inside you."

You open your mouth to reply and he stuffs a ball gag inside it, cinching the straps behind your head. You try to talk but it comes out as an unintelligible grunting noise.

"Perfect," he says as he takes a pair of scissors and cuts the thong straps on your hip. He tosses it across the room and pulls out a marker. In the mirror you can see him write "Cum" on one cheek and "Here" on the other, then he draws an arrow on each pointing at your pussy.

"Your new friends will be here soon, slut. Relax," he tries to laugh like some sort of supervillain and you can't help but giggle because he sounds so silly. Thankfully the gag makes it sound more like a whimper. Then he turns dramatically and walks out the front door, leaving it cracked open a tiny bit. The director yells "Cut!". He walks over and removes the gag.

"Is everything OK?" He asks.

"I'm fine. This is going to get uncomfortable if I stay here for more than an hour or two."

"The first guys are going to be about 10-15 minutes. I need to give Rocquelle a bit of time to work her magic first."

"Ok. Let's get started then please?"

He drops the gag on the floor.

"She can put it back in and let us know when you are ready. Don't forget you can hit the button on the cuff at any time to get free if something weird happens, OK?"

"Got it. Now go out and get the boys ready. I don't want to be bent over this thing all night!"

He nods, calls to Rocquelle to come out, and leaves the room. She enters through the makeup door and walks toward you.

"This looks absolutely perfect," the ebony lady purrs as she kneels behind you.

She reaches out and spreads your legs apart a bit, then leans in and probes your dampening pussy with her tongue. You wiggle your hips a bit as she slowly begins to lick around your sensitive clit. She drags her tongue slowly across it as you feel yourself begin to warm up, you can feel her warm breath on your quickly lubricating pussy.

"I knew you'd taste wonderful."

You groan as she continues licking around your **** clit and slowly slides a finger inside you, pushing it in and pulling it out carefully. You start moaning as you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, knowing orgasm is coming soon. Lord this woman is good at this! Your pussy feels like it's on fire as you begin to climax. You can feel Rocquelle burying her face in you, licking around with her tongue as you moan and collapse on the ottoman. She continues to lick for a few minutes more as you breathe deeply, trying to catch your breath. Then she leans back on her knees for a second and stands up.

"You are so wasted on the boys, Simone."

"Umm thanks?" you gasp. "Wow, I just. . . wow!"

She laughs, "You were worth every second of it, honey. Need anything before I let Lon know you're ready?"

"Ummm yeah. The gag is a bit hard to breathe in. Is there a different one or something?"

"I'll let him now. I'm not in charge of the props. Take care, sweetheart." She playfully slaps your left asscheek as she walks out the front door. You wait for the director. The night hasn't really started yet and you already feel spent.

A minute later, Agra walks in.

"The gag is a problem?"

"It's kinda hard to breathe with. When things get going, I'm not sure I'll get enough air. Passing out may be an issue. I'm afraid."

"That's fine. I'll have the first actor take it out and we can work from there. I don't have the dialog off the top of my head, just adlib."

"Can do!"

"Your first will be here in about five. Anything else, Simone?"

"I'm good thanks!"

He puts the gag back on you and heads out. You stare forward into the mirror waiting for someone to show up, knowing that soon things will get really busy.