Scarlett

"Scarlett," Morgan says to her mother while looking away from her friend. Scarlett is aghast and her jaw drops at the betrayal.

The businesswoman smirks, as though she had just taught her daughter some valuable lesson. As the invisible spectator in the room, you're not sure what she has accomplished apart from some twisted drama of making her daughter choose whether to offer up her friend or her own body, presumably. You're not even sure if the businesswoman really meant for Morgan to do anything with her brother, but you guess you'll never know now.

"I-" Scarlett starts to say before she's cut off by the businesswoman.

"Scarlett, all I have to do is make a few calls and you'll never model again. Is that what you want?" the businesswoman says.

Scarlett decides against speaking up and instead shuts her mouth and just shakes her head.

"So you're going to be nice to Marty and be his present, is that right?"

Scarlett nods reluctantly, sighing deeply as she does while looking sideways at Morgan, who is too ashamed of herself to look back.

"Let's see it then. Strip down to your underwear," the businesswoman says as a matter of factly.

Scarlett blinks.

"Now," the businesswoman says chillingly. Even you feel a little intimidated by her right now, and Scarlett immediately stands and starts to unbutton her skirt. The buttons run down the front and it's almost like watching her part drapes as she proceeds from top to bottom, until the skirt comes apart and reveals the black laced panties she has on underneath. She folds the skirt in half and rests it over the back of her chair, before she then pulls her white top up and over her head in a swift motion. She's wearing a matching bra that pushes up her medium-sized breasts, making them look especially perky. Scarlett leaves the top on the chair too and just stands there, waiting for her next instructions.

"Good. Marty, dear, move back from the table a little," the businesswoman says, going behind her son who hasn't spoken in a long time and pulling his chair back about a foot from the dining table. He's still holding onto the plate with the big slice of birthday cake while leering at Scarlett. The businesswoman then clears the dishes on the table in front of Marty before she pats the table and looks at Scarlett. "Take off your panties and sit here," she says.

Scarlett flinches at the businesswoman's words, but she does as told, bending down and pulling her panties to the ground. She steps out of the tiny fabric and drops it on the seat of her chair, before she walks over to the table in front of Marty, avoiding touching him before she sits on the table with her legs tightly pressed together. Despite her efforts, Marty, the businesswoman and you, have all gotten a good view of her bare and shaved pussy, as you would expect of a model.

Surprisingly, the businesswoman steps in between Scarlett and Marty, and she puts her hands on the young blonde's knees, pulling her closer to the herself so that Scarlett's perk ass is on the edge of the table. Then, the businesswoman pushes Scarlett's knees apart and spreads her legs. From behind her, Marty strains his neck to the side to sneak a peek and he's treated to a frontal view of the pretty pussy. Scarlett gulps and looks to the side, staring at a plain wall. The businesswoman looks over her shoulder at Marty and she takes the plate out of his hand. At first, you think she's just going to ditch it to the side, but instead, the businesswoman takes the cake off the plate using her bare, nicely manicured hands, and she sticks it between Scarlett's legs, mashing it against her crotch until it becomes a mess of cake and icing between the model's legs.

Holding up her cake-covered hand, the businesswoman finally steps aside from between Marty and Scarlett. "Go ahead dear. Eat your cake," she says in a bizarrely loving manner. "Morgan and I will clear the dishes and clean up." She proceeds to start stacking the dishes on the table and it doesn't take long for Morgan to join in and help. Morgan's head is dropped the entire time and she still can't bring herself to look at her friend.

It takes Marty a few moments to digest what's going on, but he needs no further prompting as he pulls his chair closer to the table and places his hands on Scarlett's knees where his mother's hands were just a while ago. He leans forward and sniffs Scarlett's cake-covered crotch, before he starts to bite at the largest pieces of cake and licks at the icing that on the inside of her thighs.

From where you're standing, it's a strange sight to behold as the businesswoman and Morgan wash the dishes in the kitchen next to the dining room, while Marty hungrily eats the cake between Scarlett's legs. He doesn't care about being a slob while doing so, getting pieces of cake and icing on his face as he laps at Scarlett's crotch. It doesn't take him long to get directly to Scarlett's pussy and he licks her lower lips while she leans back and flinches as his mouth envelopes her intimate area. Obviously as a virgin up until recently, Marty has no experience eating pussy and he does a mild job, mostly confining himself to running the tip of his tongue up and down Scarlett's slit, but the smile on his face as he does so shows how much he's enjoying it. You bet he has fantasized about Scarlett before.

This goes on for the next 10 minutes until the businesswoman and Morgan are finished cleaning up in the kitchen and they return to the table. Morgan can't help sneaking a peek at what's going on, before she quickly looks away when she sees her brother's cake-covered face between her friend's legs. The businesswoman grabs a napkin off the table and hands it to Marty as he sits up.

"Did you enjoy your cake, dear?" the businesswoman asks. Marty nods as he dabs his face with the napkin, not doing a good job of cleaning the cake and icing away. He kind of looks like a clown wiping away his make up. "Do you want to fuck Scarlett?"

"What?!" Scarlett and Morgan both exclaim at the same time. Apparently to them, the line was eating cake off Scarlett's pussy.

The businesswoman ignores them for now, focusing on Marty. "Do you?" she asks.

Marty avoids looking at the younger women in the room as he nods again. Then, the businesswoman turns to Scarlett. "How's $10,000 sound?" she asks.

"What?" Scarlett says in response.

"$10,000, you show Marty a good time tonight. You can use the guest room."

"I'm not a prostitute," Scarlett says, although she appears to be considering the amount in her mind.

"Prostitutes don't make $10,000 for a night. Maybe some high-end escorts, but they know how to please a man," the businesswoman says with a taunting leer.

"I know- I mean..."

"You're a model living a high cost life and you get only paid when you have a gig. Your mother told me this gig you have is the first in over 2 months and you've been running up her credit card. She's also threatened to cut you off," the businesswoman continues. She certainly knows how to manipulate people, even if they are the daughter of a close friend.