"Mr. Mack," Madame Morcum wondered, "I'd like you to come with me right away, to start on your training."
"Oh, but I'm not done with him yet," pouted Vanessa. "I really need to get revenge on Dickie."
"Revenge? For what?"
Vanessa showed her the photos of Dickie Small sampling the prostitutes, while Francis caught his breath and wiped himself.
"Hmm." Madame Morcum was a little troubled. "Of course, we taken secret pictures all the time -- as blackmail insurance against everyone EXCEPT Dickie. So I'm worried that someone somehow took these pictures too. Still, I'm very disappointed in Dickie, this is very unprofessional. He could at least have paid like everyone else."
"I feel humiliated," said Vanessa.
Madame Morcum looked craftily back and forth between the pictures and Francis's low-hanging wet dick. "I know just what we need to do. Vanessa, come with us."
Francis was duly impressed as Madame Morcum drove them to a large lavish house, not nearly as big as Vanessa's mansion but still very luxurious. Madame Morcum led them into a drawing room, then shut a sliding door.
"Here is my plan. We make a video of Mr. Mack here fucking every girl that Dickie fucked, and every girl says 'Oh, Mr. Mack, you're so much bigger and so much better than that pathetic itty-bitty wimp Dickie Small' or words to that effect, and then we show Dickie the video and humiliate the shit out of him."
"Oh, that's brilliant. And I want to fuck Mr. Mack too."
"Yes, you did leave me that impression! Let's see ... " She went to a closet and got out a camcorder mounted on a tripod. "This place should do just fine." Then she pressed one of several buttons on an intercom panel in the wall. "Oh, Lola? Come right down here, please."
"I don't know about all this," Francis finally blurted out. "I mean ... there are a lot of girls in those pictures ... "
"I have a special feeling about you," said Madame Morcum. She turned as a wall panel slid back and Lola entered. "Oh, Lola? We want to make a video of you with Mr. Mack here."
Lola looked Francis over and grinned. "He's a cute one! Sure, let's do it!"
"How do you feel about Lola, Mr. Mack?" Madame Morcum teased seductively.
Francis was thunderstruck. Lola was a dusky Latina in lacy lingerie with a to-die-for physique and simply phenomenal mammaries. They existed in a state of perpetual turbulence, jostling and wobbling in five little directions all at once, remaining in tantalyzing hypnotizing motion even as she Lola still. "I like ... !" he barely got out.
Smirking, Madame Morcum approached him and deftly unzipped him. His spontaneous erection in response to Lola's half-naked body came stabbing forth.
"Ahh," Madame Morcum sighed in mock romanticism, "isn't it grand when a boy and a girl like each other at first sight?" She went over to a couch, when immediately snapped out into a large bed. "We mustn't waste this -- let's shoot right now!"
"Ohhh, yeah!" Lola purred eagerly. She liberated her breasts from her deceptively delicate-seeming bra as Madame Morcum went over to her and suggested how she should improvise her lines.
Tue Mar 02 02:53:00 2004