Run into Bianca. Literally.

A/N: For this chapter I'll be borrowing a bit of content from the original version of this story, The Perfect Patriarchy, also by coolusernamehuh. I find the content in the Bianca portion useful and fitting, but I'll be putting my own spin on it. CHOYA mods, if this is not allowed please message me and I will rewrite this chapter. All original content from the next chapter on, baby!

You find yourself free from the oversight of Wayne's prodding you to date his daughter for now. With the singles room over, the facility is yours to wander as you wish. You start looking around and it doesn't take you too long to bump into Bianca, literally. With your head on a swivel and taking in the sights of the massive warehouse of Willis Enterprises, your feet move ever forward until.. *bump* You run right into someone. You quickly turn around to see the huge rack of Bianca's DD boobs staring you in the face.

"John!" Bianca exclaims, "I'm so glad to run into you. I was thinking about what you said earlier. If it would please you, would you like to go somewhere more comfortable to chat?" You nod. "Yeah, don't really know my way around yet. Lead the way." "Of course! My pleasure, Master John. She turns around and says her ass as she walks, showing off her round, toned butt. Looking at the scene stirs your arousal slightly. Bianca opens a door and holds it for you, "After you, Master John." You enter the room, Bianca following you and closing the door behind. You walk into a well-lit bedroom. The bed is the centerpiece of the room, with an array of studio lights, professional and handheld cameras, and a boom mic. There is also a couch (also with camera pointed at it), and the room is tastefully decorated. "This is our porn studio."

"Wow." is all you can say. "It's amazing. Did you do all this?" You ask in awe. "Wayne graciously asked for my thoughts as I've been in the porn industry for a while before joining the Whittmen. I took one look at their studio and made the recommendations you see here. But it's because of Wayne's wisdom and generosity that he made this studio what it is. I'm sure you have some more questions, care to take a seat on the couch, John?"

You nod. You approach the couch and turn the camera towards the wall. You're not quite ready to be filmed yet. "May I sit with you, Master? Or would you prefer I stand?" The idea of having Biana standing before you in all her glory further arouses your interest. You decide however that she can sit. '"Sure, take a seat. You just spent all that time on your feet as a server this week, I'm sure you're tired." Bianca sits down gingerly, "Thank you for thinking about me, Master. But please, do whatever would please you most."

You think about that for just a moment and decide you'd like a better look at her rack while you're talking. "Sure. Let me get a better look at your rack." Biana obliges, taking off her shirt and leaving a piece of lacy lingerie that barely contains her massive breasts. "Would you like for me to take off my bra as well, John?" Bianca asks. "No", you say, "This is enough for now. I'd want to fuck you silly if you took off much more." "I am glad to hear my body pleases you." Bianca replies.

Asking your questions is sure going to be tough with this olive skinned beauty right here, teasing you. You maintain your composure and ask, "What did you do before running the website?" Bianca giggled. "John, I was a model. I modeled bikinis for a major retail store. I actually was a pretty big deal for a while there." Bianca pauses for a moment before continuing, "I modeled to please men. Secretly, I loved the idea of men looking at my photos and jerking off. The problem was that the people in the industry were too nice to me. I got treated like a queen wherever I went. I hated it. I wanted to be a model, but I was only happy when I thought about what men fantasized about doing to me when they masturbated."

"After a while, I just couldn't take it. I left the industry and tried to find something that would make me happy. I eventually did porn, which led me to finding the Whittmen online." You respond, "Bianca, I mean, that's amazing! So you'd really rather be here blowing some old man then being famous?" Bianca slid her hand down our arm. "You got it. This is my calling. I was put on this Earth to please men. Hopefully one day a man will choose me to be his wife. Then I can spend every minute of my life working to please him. That would make me so happy."

You find yourself really impressed by the beauty in front of you. She's smart and embraces the Whittmen philosophy fully. Your cock begins to strain in your pants Bianca taking notice. She slides her supple hand along your length, "I am so happy to see that you think of me this way, John. Why don't we get started on that porn scene? Tell me what your fantasy is. Instead of having to watch the next Whittman fulfill it, and me, it'll be all you."

Bianca is damn good at the sexy talk. You fidget uncomfortably as she strokes you through your pants, "I'm embarrassed. I don't want to be known on the Internet for porn."

Bianca gasps and removes her hand temporarily, "Oh! Yes, I forget to tell you. We blur the faces of the husbands out of respect. The wives though are fully exposed on the video. That way, the men can breathe easy. The wives, well, if the husbands want their wives to be discovered online then that's their right. If you chose me, I'm already well known online so if you wanted to keep me in porn that would be my honor."

That sealed the deal, you were going to make that scene with her right now. "Do we need protection?" you ask with a mischievous glint in your eye. "Not unless you want to use it. All Whittwomen are required to be on birth control unless their husband tells them otherwise."

Man, not only to you get to have sex with a beautiful former bikini model, but you can do it in the raw, and even cum inside her if you want!

"Now tell me you fantasy and let's make it come true." Bianca says.