Two texts

It is from Emma, and it is a picture of her, Emma, and Riley all sitting by the pool at the house wearing nothing, with their legs spread apart to reveal shaved pussies underneath and bathing suits laying out on lounge chairs above. The caption reads: Emma says, "Hey! Look who came over this morning. Want to come home and have some fun?"

You lick your lips in anticipation. She is the perfect little slut for you—almost too perfect for a sociopathic Hollywood casting director like you. Emma can seem to read your horny mind. Before you can respond she says: There's going to be a party tonight down Soho club tonight; we were thinking about going down there later, but we have time right now for some fun. Riley and Brittney have been asking for you all day, they cannot stop talking about you.'

Before you can respond to the first text message, another one comes in from April. It is a text that says, "Kimmy just contacted me she was a little cagey on the details, which means I assume you and her had some fun in your office, but she did tell me that she got the job and that you are helping her find an agent."

There was a few second delay before the next one comes through, "I was thinking that maybe you could come over and breed me, I did not tell you yesterday but I am already not on birth control I want you to knock up with slutty breeding cow cunt."

It's a picture of her cunt with dried cum still on it, and she has written: "I want to be your breeding cow, please can we see each other. I cannot get enough of that big cock and all that cum of yours.

You look down at your phone, already hard from the thought of Emma and the girls. You had no idea how slutty April was before yesterday now you had a choice to make, you have two very enticing offers in front of you and you are not sure which one you want to go with