The Casting Couch

“I like sex.” Oh yeah, I have him. Men were so easy to work out and deal with. Tease their dicks with the suggestion of what they could have and they were simple to manipulate.
“With multiple men?”
“Yes.” There was no need to lie. Caroline did. She enjoyed hard bodies and hot cocks on and in her. She knew what she would have to do with this man where she wanted him to be—under her control. At her mercy.
“Women?”
“No.” As much as she liked sex that had never turned Caroline on.
“You’re a prude.”
Caroline’s eyes locked with his. She knew his dick was hard in his pants and that was the reason he kept adjusting his stance. “Fucking hardly. I like dick.”
Marcus laughed loudly at her words. “I find honesty refreshing.”
“Many who say so don’t do it.” Like you. Lying prick.
“Many girls come here to start off their film careers.”
Yeah, that’s what Avril had thought. Avril. As much as Caroline loved her little sister, she was well aware that Avril was dazzled by the easy way to do things without deliberately factoring in the consequences or the cost. It had taken very little for Caroline to get the story out of her crying sister the night she returned home to duplex apartment they shared.