Phone Call with Sean's Business Partner

The phone rang. As Sean waited for his partner to pick up on the other side, he quickly checked his reflection in the selfie camera. He was flustered from the physical work he had put in, lightly sweaty and he swiped a few matted strands of grey-black hair back and out of his face. Despite this, his face glowed with hardly-controlled glee. The eyes sparkled, the grin was etched into his cheeks.

“Just a second. He’s gonna pick up any moment, Jessica,” he assured calmingly.

It took a mere three seconds for him to be proven right. The beeping stopped and the screen briefly stuttered before it snapped into a pixelated image of the face of a man that quickly stabilized.

“Jerry,” Sean greeted his business partner, “What’s up, bro?!”

“Nothing much… Just came out of a boring meeting,” came the reply. Jerry was a small, balding man, similar to age as Sean but with none of the good looks. A round, pudgy face, small eyes that gleamed behind a pair of glasses and a nose that was too large for his face meant he would have been largely ignored in the Hollywood world, if it weren’t for the fact that he was one of the leading producers in the business. Sean watched his friend enter his office and drop into the large chair, giving him a slightly disinterested look. “What’s up, dude? I’m a bit busy…”

“Oh, nothing much,” Sean shrugged, “Just wanted to talk to you about Ruby Moon.”

Jerry sighed, his eyes drifting away from the phone to check something on the computer, his mind obviously distracted. “And what’s to talk about there? I think…”

“I found us the perfect Nancy Santos!” Sean interrupted, cutting his friend off, his grin impossibly widening even further.

The fat man’s brow furrowed, his eyes darting back to the phone. He only now realized that the bare shoulders in-frame suggested his friend’s nudity.

Satisfied to have recaptured his attention, Sean continued. “Would you like to meet her?”

“… sure.”

“Well then, meet the dumbest cum dumpster in all of Hollywood!” Sean declared before he switched from the selfie cam to the phone’s main camera. “Ta-daaaa!”

“Jesus fucking CHRIST!”

Sean laughed at the stunned exclamation of his buddy, though the reaction was perfectly understandable.

The flip of the camera had revealed Jessica on her bed. The actress lay on her back, her head and shoulders propped up against the headboard as she stared into the camera with a wide-eyed deer-in-the-headlights look. In fact, she could do little more than glare as Sean’s handiwork had left her with hardly any other option. Using rope from his duffle bag, Sean had tied each wrist to the same-side ankle. Then he had used some shorter pieces of rope to tie each leg up against each top corner post of the bed, putting her into a harsh stretch that left her lower body completely exposed. To immobilize her even further, thinner lengths of cord were wrapped around the actress’ big toes that also tightly connected to the wooden headboard, taking away virtually all wriggle room and making the pose almost unbearable.

With her legs forcibly raised and spread, both the actress’ holes were not only fully exposed, but they also were pointed straight at the camera with no option for her to retain any dignity. Cunt and asshole were perfectly presented for inspection.

Preventing the actress from turning her head was one more piece of rope that Sean had almost braided into her hair. Collecting the luxurious brunette tresses into a ponytail, they were harshly pulled up by the cord that then disappeared behind the bed, obviously firmly connected. The **** look on her face was only accentuated by the shiny spider gag that Sean had **** back upon her, twisting her gorgeous face into a fish-like gape. However, this time, the cruel producer had not left it at the gag to humiliate her. A wooden clothespin was firmly attached to the Latina’s tongue, pulling the pink appendage out of her mouth and stretching it as far as it would go via another thin piece of cord that connected her tongue to two more pins that bit into her nipples. Pain, discomfort and humiliation made the poor actress whimper as she was exposed to a second man’s eyes.

Apparently, all this hadn’t been enough for the man. Using a black sharpie, it appeared like he had used the starlet’s tan body as a canvas to let his creativity run free as the helpless actress was covered from hairline to the literal soles of her feet in a litany of crude insults, which Sean now proudly presented as he let the camera pan across her body. Jerry’s eyes widened as he admired his friend’s imaginativeness, that didn’t just include the basic insults. While “SLUT” was scrawled in large, capital letters across her forehead, her left cheek showed the word “dumb” and on the right was a crudely drawn penis pointed at her gaping mouth. Her arms and legs had been utilized to write a few longer insults, with “****”, “free use cunt”, “pathetic cumslut” and “For rough use only” being the first to catch his eye. On her breasts it said “USE ME” and “HURT ME” with the respective first word above and the second word below each clothespin-stretched nipple and the thin cord connecting them to her tongue perfectly framed a “FUCK FEMINISM” on her cleavage. A clustering of demeaning words was strewn across her toned abs while her presented buttocks were counterintuitively largely empty, bar two letters each. “WH” on the right and “RE” on the left. It didn’t take Jerry long to understand that the actress’ tight asshole functioned as the letter “O” to complete the insult.

There was a good fifteen seconds of silence as Jerry admired the wrecked actress, a huge grin that rivaled Sean’s stretching on his face. Like his friend, he had been keen to get into the actress’ pants for two and a half decades now, however, unlike Sean, the actress had always despised him for it. Seeing the proud woman now so utterly debased was as pleasant as it was unexpected.

“Sean, put me back on selfie mode while I talk to that cum rag!” Jerry ordered, his face flushing even more with gleeful excitement. “I want her to look at me as I am talking!”

“Can do!” Sean nodded and complied, sitting on the bed and holding the screen about two feet away from Jessica’s face to give them a chance to talk.

“Well, hello, Jessica!” he started, loving the pure humiliation in her eyes. “Are you having a good time?”