Bianca!!!

You pull out the business card Wayne gave you and surf to Backdoor Productions' website and get logged in. You click around for a bit first ignoring the gamut of smut displayed in front of you, choosing to further investigate the company instead. You read a bit about them and it seems like the company's shared some reports about views and average earnings with Wayne for him to make a better decision. You spend about half an hour reviewing the company before choosing to view a video.

Most of the company's videos appear to be anal, true to their name. You find one that's rated highly and begin begin to view the film. It stars a bubble-butt black girl getting reamed in that delicious ass. You feel yourself get hard and want to get into some of that action. You open the door and call for Bianca. "Bianca!" You call. There's no response. "Bianca?" You call again. Still, no response. You let out a sigh, standing up and heading back into the living room.

Bianca is nowhere to be found. You spot a note taped to the door and approach it, taking it down. "John, I'm sorry that I am not the right woman for you. You deserve a woman where you're the best in bed. I understand your frustrations about my time in porn and that you don't want fakes. Unfortunately this is what I am. I wish you the best of luck finding your ideal Whittwoman. See you Sunday. Love, Bianca."

Damn.. she left. Your heart feels hurt and you hang you head. Worst of all, you have no clue where she went. You whip out your phone and dial Bianca. "Hello?" She answers. You are so glad she answered. "Bianca, where are you?" You ask with concern. "I.. thought you were done with me. That you didn't want fakes." She replies. "That doesn't matter. Just come back." You say. A moment passes, "You'll really have me, Master?" She asks. "Yeah." You say. "Now come home." A small squeal is heard at the end of the other line. "Be there in about half an hour." Bianca says. "Ok babe. See you soon." You reply.