Set Days Pt. 8

I woke up feeling sore, likely from the intense sex with Kyle and Jared the previous day. I dressed up in a casual blue dress and headed to the breakfast table where Clea was already sitting, scrolling through her phone.

"Good morning, Jazmine," she greeted me with a smile. "How are you feeling?"

"Um, a bit sore, but I'm okay," I replied, trying to avoid eye contact.

"I can imagine," she chuckled. "Listen, Jazmine, I have some news for you. You have a meeting with Michael Kors today. They loved the Pantene ads and they want you for their new collection."

My eyes widened in surprise. "Michael Kors? That's amazing news, Clea! Thank you for setting this up."

"No problem, dear," she said. "But I have to warn you, Michael Pinero can be a bit difficult to deal with. I've had my fair share of run-ins with him."

"What do you mean?" I asked, curious.

"He's just very particular about what he wants and he doesn't take 'no' for an answer. Just be prepared for anything."

As we got ready to leave for the meeting, I couldn't help but wonder what could have made Clea so wary of Michael Pinero. Was it just his personality, or was there something more sinister at play?

As we arrived at the Michael Kors office, we were ushered into his office, where Michael Pinero was already waiting for us. He was a tall, slender man with piercing green eyes and a stern expression.

"Jazmine, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," he said, extending his hand.

"Likewise, Mr. Pinero," I replied, shaking his hand.

As we sat in Michael Pinero's office, he and Clea began discussing the terms of the shoot. The tension between them was palpable, and I could tell that this wasn't going to be a simple negotiation.

"So, how many shoots are we looking at here?" Clea asked, her tone business-like.

"I'm thinking three shoots, each one with a different theme," Michael replied, his eyes fixed on Clea.

"Okay, and how many marketing events?"

"Two, one in New York and one in LA."

"That seems fair," Clea said, nodding her head.

But Michael wasn't done. "And the pay?"

Clea hesitated. "We were thinking $50,000 per shoot."

Michael leaned back in his chair, a sly smile creeping across his face. "I was thinking more like $30,000 per shoot."

Clea's face hardened. "That's not going to work for us. We have other offers on the table for more money than that."

Michael shrugged. "Suit yourself. But I have a feeling you'll come back to me when those other offers fall through."

The conversation continued to escalate, with Clea and Michael arguing over every little detail. It was clear that they both had strong personalities and neither was willing to back down.

At one point, Michael made a veiled threat, saying, "I wouldn't want to ruin your reputation, Clea. You've worked hard to get where you are."

Clea's face paled and she fell silent. I could see the fear in her eyes, and I couldn't help but wonder what Michael had on her. It was clear that there was more to their relationship than just a business partnership.

But deep down, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. I knew that there was more to the story than what I had seen in that meeting, and I was determined to find out what it was.

I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I sit across from Michael Pinero. He’s looking at me with a smug smile, like he knows something I don’t. Clea is sitting next to me, but she’s silent, and I can feel the tension in the air.

“Jazmine,” Michael says, drawing out my name. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you. Your work with Pantene has been exceptional.”

I smile politely, trying to hide my discomfort. “Thank you, Michael. I’m really excited to be here.”

“Good,” he says, his eyes scanning over me. “Because I think we can do some really great things together.”

I feel a knot form in my stomach as he leans in, his breath hot on my face. “But first,” he says, “I need to see what you’re made of.”

My heart sinks as I realize what he’s implying. I try to protest, but he cuts me off. “Don’t bother,” he says. “I already know you’re a good actress. But I need to know if you’re willing to do what it takes to get ahead in this business.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“I mean,” he says, leaning back in his chair, “that I need you to fuck me.”

I feel my face turn red as he says the words out loud. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. “I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard me,” he says, smirking. “If you want this gig, you’re going to have to earn it.”

I start to shake my head, but he holds up a hand. “Don’t be foolish, Jazmine. I know things about Clea that could ruin her career. Do you really want to risk that?”

I glance over at Clea, who is staring straight ahead. I can see the fear in her eyes, and I know I have ****.

“Fine,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “What do you want me to do?”

Michael stands up, a predatory look in his eyes. “Come here,” he says, motioning to his lap.

I hesitate for a moment, but then I slowly stand up and walk over to him. He pulls me onto his lap, and I can feel his hard cock pressing against me.

“Ride me,” he says, his voice low and commanding.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to steel myself for what I’m about to do. I can feel him watching me, waiting for me to make the first move. Finally, I start to move my hips, grinding against him, and I can feel his erection on my thigh.

I feel Michael's hands slide down my sides and under my dress. He grabs my panties and pulls them to the side. I can feel his hot breath on my ear as he whispers, "I knew you were a good girl, Jazmine. Just relax and let me take care of you." He slips his cock inside me, filling me up, and I can't help but moan in pleasure. I try to focus on the sensation of him inside me, but the vibrator on my cock in the kit is going off, making it hard to concentrate.

Michael starts to move in and out of me slowly, savoring every moment. I can feel his eyes on me, watching my every move. Clea is still sitting there, watching us. I can't help but feel ashamed, knowing that she knows what I am doing, what I am willing to do for this job.

I try to push those thoughts aside, to focus on the pleasure I am feeling, but they keep creeping back. As Michael picks up the pace, pounding into me harder and faster, I can't help but feel like I've sold my soul to the devil. But as much as I hate myself for it, I can't deny that I am enjoying it. The vibrator on my cock is making me even more sensitive, and every thrust from Michael sends waves of pleasure through me.

I moan louder, unable to control myself any longer. Michael is taking me to new heights of pleasure, and I can feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. I can tell he's close too, by the way his breathing has become ragged and his movements have become more frantic.

Finally, he climaxes, pulling out and shooting his load all over my dress. I can't help but feel disgusted, knowing that I'm covered in his cum. Clea just watches on, with a look of pity in her eyes. I quickly get up, trying to fix my dress, but it's no use. It's ruined.

As Michael smirks at me, I feel a sense of dread wash over me. I've just sold my soul to the devil, and I don't know if I'll ever be able to get it back.

I quickly walk out of the office, Clea hot on my heels, as I try and get out before anyone notices the cum stains on my dress that used to be beautifully baby blue.