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 ï>¿Pin Money by barkirk

   Pin Money Pt.  05

   Eve tries softcore.
Friday:

   "...the Bishop sure knows how to keep a guy hanging," Adam told his wife
before taking another bite of toast, "At lunch, he suggested that the
church might be able to triple their donations for the coming year but he
wasn't prepared to pull the trigger without more research into how we'd be
using the funds.  I reiterated all the projects that..."

   Eve's attention drifted off questioning whether to go through with it.
All night she felt a rush imagining herself lying on her back with another
man's cock sliding inside her, or into her mouth...just acting of course.
Then she resolved to stand firm and pose in suggestive positions even
though the graphic sexual acts weren't cheating but just for art.  She
heard her name and looked at her husband, "I'm sorry, what about..."

   "Dinner.  Can you make a Southwestern dish Saturday night?  Bishop
Stevens and Father Michaels are coming over.  I'm hoping when they get to
know me and realize I am a trusted caretaker of their funds..."

   "I can.  I learned how to make Chili Rellenos.  I'll pick up what I need
at the market over on Academy Blvd." she smiled at her husband, "This will
be nice having someone over," she said.  "I can make myself scarce after
dinner while you men talk."

   Adam nodded, "No, I want you there and can you wear a bit of make-up and
look pretty?"

   Eve sat up, "I don't own any make-up.  You told me just whores
wear...what...how do you want me to look?" she asked

   Adam looked at his wife, "I know it's evil of me, but there are men of
the cloth with no outlets for their needs so if you could look sexy
tomorrow night it might lubricate their purse strings," he smiled.  "Can
you do that?  Not wear that incredible thing you had on last night but
something that shows a bit of skin?"

   The girl nodded thinking about all the different dresses she'd modeled
and wondered if she could borrow one.  She had the ache return thinking
about flashing skin to two strangers...strangers who might not see skin
much.  "I can do that.  I'm doing some modeling this morning so I'll borrow
some of the basics," she said.  "Do you want to hear about my shoots this
week?  They loved the pictures...they loved me," she said smiling.

   Adam waved her off, "I need to think about gathering all the charities
we support and how beneficial we've been to those that the Bishop expressed
interest in.  I'm glad you have a hobby to keep you busy and earn a bit of
pin money," he said dismissively.

   Eve would have told him everything including how exposed she was and how
much she was making and felt relieved when he responded as she expected.  A
part of her guilty feelings faded knowing she'd tried...now how far to go
in today's shoots...

   *****

   Eve sat in the parking lot looking at the other cars.  She'd never paid
attention but after Willow's comment about Porsche Money, she decided to
look.  There wasn't another Kia Rio, or any Korean car she could see. 
Europe was well-represented, especially Germany.  She never looked at other
cars before, happy with what Adam bought for her.  She looked at her watch,
7:56.  Enough stalling, she thought as she threw open the door.

   She was still struggling with what she'd do as she smiled at the
receptionist and walked back to the set.  They must have worked all night
as there were now multiple rooms all around the perimeter, open to the
ceiling it looked like with booms hovering above each.  The thought of
being completely naked in a closed room with a strange man caused her to
pause.  She saw various other girls and women talking to each other or
getting their makeup done.  This is quite the production, she thought.

   "Eve, I was wondering if you'd show," Drew smiled as he came over, "Have
you decided on what you'd like to do?" he asked.  "By the way, we always
post teaser shots on the site for the upcoming Intimates Collection catalog
and," he beamed at the girl, "we've been flooded with pre-orders...many
specifically asking about the young blonde," he said.

   Eve blushed, "That's a relief.  I was worried that they'd be unusable or
something."

   Drew laughed, "you couldn't be more mistaken.  There are so many
terrific shots we'd like to post these on the site if you sign off.  Brian
wants them up there tonight and if you agree, then the rate would
retroactively be $1,000 per hour rather than the $500.  Let me know, but we
have to start shooting soon." He looked her over as if he'd not already
seen all of her.  "Eve?  Soft or hard?"

   The young blonde felt a surge hearing this and, the words coming out
were different from the voice in her head was telling her to say, "I'd like
to start slow," she sighed, "Can we do soft?  If it's like yesterday, I
thought it was fun.  I hope you're not disappointed."

   "Not at all.  This is your call.  We need both as there are as many
desires as there are people out there.  Come on, I think you'll be
comfortable with your fellow actor," he smiled as he led the girl to the
room in the back corner.

   "Jerry!" Eve smiled as they came around the corner, "I might have been
hoping it was you," she blushed.  She found herself in a hug with the large
man.  She chuckled feeling the hard object she'd felt before.  The ache in
her stomach increased realizing she's agreed to not just see it but feel
it. The man's strong hands stroked her back.  She looked down at his crotch
knowing she'd not just finally see it but touch it...perhaps taste it.

   Jerry thought the girl looked nervous the way she glanced down, "Relax.
You're in my capable hands and I will go a slow as you want, or as fast as
you want," he said softly.

   Eve chuckled realizing he'd misinterpreted her look.  There was an
eagerness inside her to get her clothes off...his clothes and feel his
hands on her body, her hands on his...  Instead, she looked at him and
smiled, "Then I'll put myself in your capable hands."

   Brad came over, "You guys ready?  Eve, a few ground rules, either of you
can touch any way you're comfortable.  Stroking, licking, fingering,
kissing is fine, he can cum anywhere except inside you or in your mouth. 
I'd like to say no penetration but it happens more often than not, we just
can't use the shots for this category.  Any questions?

   "What happens if the models want to...?" Eve asked softy.

   Brad laughed and pointed to the video cameras mounted around, "These are
always rolling and my job gets easier," he smiled.  "Other questions?  No,
then let's get you changed.  Here's the scenario, oh, do you have your
wedding rings, no, leave them on.  You're on a business trip and you need
companionship.  Jerry buys you a drink and," he opened the door.

   Eve could have sworn this was a real hotel room down to the A/C unit
under the window.  She felt herself almost opening up between her legs as
she considered what was to come.

   "So, here's a business suit and the surprise underneath," Brad said. 
Jerry, I see you already are dressed," he said nodding at the suit the man
had on.

   Eve stripped down not even turning her back and pulled on a variation of
the black teddy she'd modeled yesterday.  When she was fully dressed she
looked the part of a conservative executive or lawyer but felt a tingle
knowing underneath was a slutty girl...a girl feeling the cool air on her
exposed twat under the short skirt.

   "Whenever you're ready...you can use any dialog you want as These will
be stills...unless you decide otherwise," Brad chuckled.  He stepped into
the room and closed the door.

   Jerry laughed as if Eve said something clever as he opened the door, his
hand on the girl's ass as he guided her in.

   Brad captured the couple as they went through the basic 'getting to know
you dance,' moving around the large room to get the best angles.

   Eve heard the clicking and decided to step things up.  She kissed Jerry
while pressing her body against his.  This was no staged kiss as their
mouths were open and smashed together.  The man's hands explored her back
and sides and the girl took things a little farther.

   Brad smiled seeing the girl break the kiss and stare at the man as she
took off her jacket, her blouse, followed by her skirt until she was
standing in 4" spikes and the crotchless teddy.

   Jerry started to lean forward but Eve pushed him back onto the bed,
knelt, and undid his pants as she looked up at him.  She'd fantasized about
feeling the man's cock so she was not acting as she yanked down his pants
exposing his boxers with the fat bulge pointing toward his navel.  "Holy
crap!" she murmured, as she palmed the length.  "This is really big," she
sighed as she tried to grip it through the thin fabric.

   Jerry lifted his hips as the blonde pulled down the underwear, pulling
them off his feet and tossing them aside.  She grabbed the dark shaft with
both hands, stroking the length, her unblinking eyes glued to the sight. 
It was just as she'd imagined, fat, hard with the veins looking like ropes.
A strange tingling between her legs made her moan as she wondered if she or
any girl could get that mushroom-shaped head inside.  She pressed her face
between his legs posing with her tongue on his huge balls listening to the
rapid clicking.  She then ran her tongue up to the head, pausing with her
head to the side to get close-ups.

   Brad never had to say a word as he got many shots of the pale blonde
exploring the ebony shaft knowing these would be a hit.  He adjusted his
erection as the pink tongue lapped at the pre-cum leaking out, his finger
hitting the shutter release.

   She wanted to taste him, to put this monster in her mouth but looked at
Brad, "Should I just pose with my mouth open?  Or, should I kiss the head?
Would it be better with him standing?" she asked.

   "Mouth open.  But, that's a good idea, Jerry let's get some shots of you
towering over the girl, first press the head against her lips...yes!  Then,
Eve, stroke him with your mouth open, maybe lick under..." he moved around
getting shots from different angles, "Ok, Eve.  Just the tip of the
tongue...nice!" He took a few more shots of the blonde holding the man's
cock and licking the underside, impressed with her comfort level having a
strange man's cock almost in her mouth.

   Jerry wanted another shot and suggested, "Ok, Eve.  Grip his cock with
your left hand and let's see that ring...yes, you are so good at this," he
praised.  "Jerry, hold her head and press your cock against her lips...no
Eve, not yet," he chuckled as the girl's mouth opened up.

   Eve looked over at the photographer, "Wouldn't it be logical that his
penis would be slick with spit?" she asked.

   Brad nodded, "Good point," he said as she spit on her hands a few times,
making sure the entire shaft glistened under the lights.

   Jerry groaned as she stroked, looking down at those flushed cheeks, pink
lips kissing the tip of his cock.  He prayed she'd decide to switch the
shoot to video but this was good too.

   "Ok.  Those were great and we can get back to this for the finale," Brad
ordered.

   Both men nodded and Jerry pulled the girl to her feet.  "I wish you
weren't married.  I'd insist you finish what you started," he said sternly.

   "I'm sure I couldn't stop you," she said meekly, "You could do anything
you want to me and I'd have to do it, wouldn't I?" she asked.  "That's the
duty of a good wife." She looked at Brad, "what's next?"

   "Jerry returns the favor," The photographer said.  He nodded at Jerry
who shoved the girl gently onto the bed.

   Eve giggled as she fell back, her legs opening wide as the tall man took
off the rest of his clothes.  She felt something tingle as the man knelt
between her legs.  She got suddenly serious as she saw what the man was
going to do.  "You don't have to do that...oh!" she panted as she
experienced the first man to put his mouth on her sex.  Her initial fear
was that the man would be repulsed by the sliminess or the taste but when
the tip of his tongue pressed against her clitoris she almost screamed.

   Jerry posed with his long tongue against her moist lips, on her hard
nub, and down to her perineum.  He wasn't trying to stimulate her as Brad
got dozens of close-ups, but when he moved back to her clit he rapidly
flicked the tip of his tongue against the hard nub.

   Brad was getting great shots but suggested, "Eve, let's see those great
tits of yours.  That's it, fantastic!" He said as he clicked away.  He
could have spent a good half-hour getting close-ups of those creamy mounds
but Jerry's face was getting smeared with her cum as he teased her so he
pointed the camera at her pussy.

   Jerry found teasing the girl fun as she responded to anything he did. 
She especially seemed to enjoy it when he parted her lips and drove his
tongue inside.  He'd need a towel to clean his face off but he didn't mind,
especially if she lets herself go and begs him to fuck her.

   "Ok, Jerry, why don't we get our girl completely naked and try different
positions, you know what to do," he ordered.

   Eve followed their instructions, getting on her hands and knees while
Jerry pressed the spongy head against her pussy, moaning when he
inadvertently popped just the head inside her.  She didn't protest but
pressed her face and chest into the mattress as Brad got many shots of her
labia spread wide around the head.

   The aching in her belly was becoming almost unbearable as the two men
put her in various positions simulating her getting fucked.  She liked it
best when she was on top grinding her pussy along the fat rod with the
man's huge hands gripping her breasts.  She felt as if she were within
seconds of the agonizing pang peaking when she was told to get on her back.

   "Jerry, we're running short on time, do you want to fuck her tits and
cum on her chest or face or jerk off on her face?" Brad asked.

   "I'd prefer filling this sweet cunt up but her tits are so fuckable
looking," he grinned, "Eve, do you mind if I fuck those tits of yours?" he
took the lube from Brad, squirted some of the contents into her cleavage,
climbed onto the blonde's chest, and began humping.  The girl pressed her
boobs together and looked up at him with her mouth open.  "Ohhh, wow!" he
groaned, "You want me to cum in your mouth?  he asked.

   Eve nodded and opened her mouth wide.  She'd watched a slew of videos
and girls seemed to want the men's sperm in their mouths.  She'd never
tasted it but it was in so many of the videos.  She watched the man's face
and leaned her head forward so the bark purple head hit her lips with each
stroke knowing he was close.

   "Ohh, fuck!" Jerry gasped as he thrust forward cumming as hard as he
could remember.  He wanted to plunge his cock between those inviting pink
lips but held back so Brad could get the streams of cream splash into the
girls' mouth and onto her face.

   The blonde was shocked by the force behind the jets of hot sperm hitting
the back of her throat, her nose, cheeks, and forehead as the man humped
hard against her chest.

   Jerry moaned as the last of his ejaculate dribbled out.

   "Eve, lick the head, that's it.  Act like you don't want to waste a
drop," Brad ordered.

   The girl sucked the still hard head into her mouth and used her tongue
to extract the last bit of tangy sperm from the throbbing shaft.  She was a
bit disappointed when Jerry pulled his cock out of her mouth allowing Brad
to get close-ups of her cream-splattered face.

   "Ok, open your mouth, let's see the cum on your tongue.  You can spit or
swallow...whatever you feel like doing," Brad said.

   "Oh, I already swallowed," Eve sighed.  I'm sorry." She scooped some of
the cum dripping down her face into her mouth, "I think I can get enough on
my tongue for you."

   "Perfect," Brad smiled as he clicked away as the girl cleaned all the
rivulets of sperm off, licking her fingers before opening her mouth showing
the lake of cream on her cupped tongue.  "That's great, now you can swallow
if you want," the man said.

   Eve took the towel and got off the bed as Jerry went to pull his clothes
on and Brad fiddled with his gear.  She wondered whether she should get
dressed or go to the bathroom to clean up or what.

   Brad picked up a handset, "Drew?  We're done over here in the hotel
room. Jerry's out of it for at least an hour but Eve just needs to get
cleaned up...ok, I'll ask her," he looked over at the girl, "Are you good
for another shoot?" he asked.  "Drew has a dorm scene if you're up for it."

   "Eve nodded, "Can I clean up first?" she asked.

   She hadn't realized they had a shower room but it made sense especially
for those couples who were doing the more hardcore shoots.  She felt like a
little kid seeing the other two beautiful girls spending a lot of time
douching while she just needed to clean the dried cum off her face.  They
didn't talk much, but both girls gave her sincere smiles and greeted her
while checking her body out when she came in.  She was surprised when she
heard two men talking loudly and laughing about something walk into the
shower room.  They'd stopped and looked at the three girls before taking
the showers on each side of Eve.

   "Hey, I don't remember seeing you here.  Are you new?" the taller one
asked.

   Eve couldn't stop looking down at the fat sausages dangling between
their legs, fascinated with how they soaped up their crotches cleaning
off...her aching increased knowing what they were rinsing off and where
they'd been.  She'd never looked at guys like that, not even Adam but there
was an animalistic feeling making her wash her crotch a bit more vigorously
than normal.

   One of the guys laughed, "Huge load?  I heard you were with Jerry," he
chuckled.  "I was told he abstains for a week before any of these shoots. I
could never do that, especially if I were with a babe like you," he said
scanned her naked form.

   Eve blushed and quickly turned off the shower and fled.  She dried off
outside of the shower room hearing the two men saying they hoped they'd get
to do a shoot with her.  She brushed her hair and checked herself out in
the mirror, pulled on her street clothes, and was leaving when Drew found
her.

   "Perfect.  Jeans and a tee-shirt are perfect...did you enjoy the last
shoot?" he asked.

   The girl nodded, "I did.  It was perhaps the strangest thing I've ever
done but in a good way," she chuckled, "If that makes sense."

   "Let's walk while we talk, you and Tom will be studying for a test in
his dorm room.  How much do you want to do?" he asked.  "Brad swore you'd
be telling him to use the videos but you never did.  Are you interested in
more of an acting scene?  I'm not going to pressure you, but I get the
sense you want to and if so I think you'd do great."

   A voice in her head was screaming, 'it's just acting, it's not cheating,
do it,' but she replied softly, "I'll stick with the stills...the simulated
sex.  I'm not quite ready to...you know but maybe in the future," she
smiled.

   *****

   Tom was great to work with, never pressuring her to do more and gentle
with her.  They'd started out studying when Eve complained she wasn't very
comfortable and her back hurt...that led to a back rub, shirt off, bra off,
and then a front rub.  Simulated blow job, missionary and the boy jerking
off on her stomach and chest.

   Shower, cleanup.

   An office, Eve begging for her husband's job...kneeling between the
man's legs, dress being pulled off, now naked being pushed face down on the
desk, her first simulated anal, though Earl was not gentle and may have
pressed harder than he should have.  The photographer, Larry wasn't much
help and kept saying, "just the tip, just the tip," each time the older man
pressed against her pussy, ass, and mouth.  "He owns you, you don't need to
look happy about it, but you need to comply," he also repeated.  It ended
with ropes of cum splashed onto her back.  She walked across the set with
the cooling sperm trickling down her back feeling the many eyes on her
marks of shame as she headed to the showers.

   Shower, cleanup.

   Eve stopped dead in her tracks as she approached the fourth set seeing a
beautiful black girl.

   "Hey Eve, I'm Gus, this is Latisha.  Drew wants some simulated
girl/girl. You up for that?" the man smiled.

   Eve looked at the gorgeous girl.  She nodded feeling a pang of
excitement.  This might be fun, she thought.

   "Change into some workout clothes.  I understand you used to be a
gymnast.  Latisha is a Pilates instructor so you guys should be great in
the workout room," he opened the door and pointed inside.

   Eve nodded, her stomach in knots.  She'd never been with another girl
before but how hard can it be?  she wondered.  At least she won't cum on
her face as Jerry did, she chuckled.  They started slowly but as they
helped each other they got closer, touching each other more freely and Eve
surprised herself when she was the one to initiate the kiss.  The girl had
full breasts and soon both were naked alternating sucking on each other's
nipples.  Gus kept making comments about how great the contrast in skin
colors was and encouraging them to do various things.

   When Latisha initiated 69 Eve was at first nervous being within
millimeters of another woman's twat but feeling how eagerly the black girl
dove into her pussy she felt it just right to do the same.  The taste
wasn't as bad as she feared and she soon was burying her tongue inside the
other girl's vagina.  She must have been doing something right as the girl
began panting like an overheated animal, especially when Eve nibbled on and
flicked her tongue against the tiny nub.

   After the girl exploded, Eve's aching was reaching a point where she
feared she was having an appendicitis attack but as she toweled off the
copious fluids smeared on her face she felt the pangs subside.

   Latisha hugged her and kissed her, "You were amazing.  Drew told me you
were a lesbo virgin but we both know that's ain't true.  I hope we can work
together again," she said before giving her another kiss.  "Perhaps we
could do a video with strap-ons," she said as she fingered the blonde, "you
have no idea how great that feels."

   Eve looked doubtful, "I still can't bring myself to do a video," she
sighed, "but you might have a good idea...doing it with a girl might make
it easier." She hugged the girl, "This was fun, thanks."

   Shower, cleanup.

   Eve was introduced to two men wearing huntsman's gear.  The room was set
up like a hunting cabin and Eve was pushed hard in through the door wearing
short-shorts, a thin tee, and a hiking pack.  The way she was shoved inside
made it clear she was not there voluntarily.  The next hour Eve learned
about DP, being spit-roasted, ass to mouth, and being tied up in the most
humiliating positions possible.  She should have been screaming for them to
stop as they took on the personas of predatorial mountain men but she
instead suggested even more humiliating positions.

   Again the cameraman asked if she wouldn't prefer this to be videotaped
as she seemed so into it, but she shook her head.  "Maybe next time,' was
her response.  The intense pain in her belly made the entire abuse
simulation seem even more real and she learned it was smart to keep her
eyes closed when two men jerked off on her face when tied spread-eagled on
the bed.  A voice in her head was screaming to the men, 'Fuck her!  Fuck
her!  Look how she'd not be able to stop you."

   She was untied and both men apologized for how rough they were with her
and asked if next week she'd like to do it on tape.

   Shower, cleanup.

   She wondered if this was it as she needed to get home when Drew came
over.  "Tired?  I mean you look incredibly fresh.  I know how exhausting
these sessions can be."

   "I'm tired but no more than I would be if I were doing hardcore.  I have
a feeling that would take it out of you," she suddenly laughed, "as opposed
to the men putting things into me."

   Drew laughed, "If you're up to it, there's one more.  It's easy.  You'd
be a maid and he's a senior citizen," he said looking at the girl.  Would
she balk at doing it with an old guy or would she roll with it?  he
pondered.

   "I'm game," she said without hesitating, "What do I get taken off me?"
she smiled.

   Drew pointed to a room to the far left, "We have the French maids uni
and I'd suggest wearing your wedding ring, a lot of people think a wife
stepping out is hot," he smiled at her.

   "And a lot of guys want to be the person she steps out with," she
sighed, "Sure.  I'll check.  Who's the photographer?" she asked.

   "I'll be doing this one," Drew said.  If it were up to me I'd have done
all yours but this is a busy day.  See me after the shoot and I'll set you
up with an ID and password so you can see all the videos and stills from
today, well, of all we've done.

   'Ah the wonders on modern medicine,' Eve thought as she lay next to the
older man, older being perhaps 70?  with an impressively hard cock.  He was
intrigued with her huge breasts, playing with them as she licked and kissed
his cock.  He wanted to fully penetrate her as he complained it was so rare
to be that hard and it would be a tremendous waste.

   "Drew.  Tell her.  She'd love it and I'd love it and you'd get some
great shots of this young cunt getting fucked by an experienced cock," he
urged.

   "Fred, you know I can't do that.  Eve, would you like to be fucked by an
experienced cock?" Drew asked.

   "No thanks...nice offer though.  My husband might be upset if this
monster snake ripped my poor cunt open," she smiled.  I will perhaps suck
on the head," she said as she wrapped her lips around the plump head.

   After various positions, his cock pressing against her various holes,
Eve didn't have to worry about wiping cum off her body as the man came in
her mouth without warning.  She let him, her tongue flicking under the
shaft as he grunted loudly with each spurt.

   She looked at Drew, mouth open showing the white cream on the tongue
before swallowing.

   "Damn!" Drew sighed, "I did not expect that.  Ok, that's a wrap for
today.  Eve, thanks.  Can you stop by my office after cleaning up?  I'll
have your check ready.  You were great, a real pro today.  You should be
proud and when you log in you'll see how incredible you are since we'll be
staging dozens of teasers shots up on the site."

   Shower, cleanup.

   Eve knocked on Drew's door, "Thank the Brians for hiring me this week.
It was fun and now I have spending money if I need something," she sighed.

   "I already thanked the Brians but more from my side.  I got terrific
feedback from your co-models today.  All said the same thing, easy to work
with, enthusiastic and...well, a few added 'a fucking babe!' he chuckled.
He handed the girl an envelope, "I hope to work with you soon," he said.

   She looked at the check, "$5345.00.  Holy crap!"

   "That's $8,000 for the six hours today and the two hours yesterday
afternoon since we posted those on the member's site rather than just to be
used in the Intimates Collection and $500 for the morning shoot...less
taxes of course.  Think how much the government would have gotten for your
hard work had you done hardcore," he laughed.

   "So, next time I break an axel hitting a chuckhole I just have myself to
blame?" she asked.

   "Yep, and I'll be blaming you if they have to lay off firemen." Drew
chuckled.  "You know the saying, 'Spread legs saves lives,'" he laughed. 
"I need to write that down."

   Eve sighed, "I just am not that altruistic, I guess."

   Drew handed her a piece of paper, "Here you go.  You have full access to
anything that's out there.  When the Intimate catalog gets published,
you'll see the digital copy there, along with all the back issues.  Are you
interested in coming to these Friday shoots every week?  I've been asked
that by quite a few of the models, especially Latisha.  I think she'd like
to ask you out but that's between you two."

   Eve laughed, "That would go over well with Adam, 'Hey Adam, you wouldn't
mind if I go out and fuck a girl I met at the shoot the other day,'" she
grinned.  "But, yes.  I'd like that.  I enjoyed today.  I hope I wasn't a
disappointment that I didn't you know, go all the way," she sighed.

   I told you, we need all types of shots.  My personal opinion is that
you'd take to it like a fish in water and love it.  You have a passion
inside you, I can feel it.  I'd like to see it come out," he said, "But you
need to stay within yourself."

   Eve thought about the nagging ache in the belly since she started posing
wondering if that was what this was, passion?  "Never say never, but what
we did today was fun, sexy, and arousing.  I think Adam might be the
beneficiary of a whole lot of foreplay," she laughed as she stood back up.

   Drew got up and hugged the girl, "We'll need you for the fall catalog
also, so hopefully Willow and Brian will get you under contract.  You have
a great future," the man said before kissing her on the cheek.

   After the blonde left, Brian picked up the phone, "Hey.  She was
great...no, but patience, you'll see.  She said she would, ok...ok...bye."

   *****

   Eve stopped at the market and grabbed the ingredients to make the
Rellenos for the next night, but her mind was on which of the sexy garments
to wear for Adam tonight.  She had ideas about how to take control and make
him last a bit longer.

   At dinner, Adam told her about the new Battered Women's shelter they
were funding and how close he was to get the Bishop to write a large check.
"I need you to be charming, beautiful, and help me loosen the man's purse
strings," Adam said, "maybe sexy," he added.

   "Sexy?" Eve gasped.  Her husband always told her to be demure and not
flaunt her beauty, then that changed this morning and now...  "This morning
you said to look pretty, but sexy?  With a priest?  You want me to seduce a
man of the cloth?" she asked.

   Adam nodded, "Not sleep with him, but he's a man first and 'of the
cloth' second.  You have an effect on men, all men.  Just be yourself and
let him do the talking, let him feel like he's your entire world when he
flirts with you."

   Eve scowled, "I know how to manipulate men with these," she bounced her
breasts.  I'll dress accordingly and act like he's the manliest man I've
ever seen," she said sarcastically.

   "Exactly," Adam said happily.  "Ok, I need to draw up a proposal so I'll
talk to you later.  Oh, bring me a beer," the man said getting up leaving
his dishes for Eve to take into the kitchen.

   Eve was thinking about the last week and how she'd morphed from the
puritanical perfect housewife to the softcore porn actress.  She almost
thought porn star but she was far from that.  Is there such a thing as a
softcore porn hobbyist?  she wondered.  She finished the dishes, headed up
to the bedroom, and looked through her clothes.  She found the dress to get
the bishop's attention.  A red silky number with very little material above
her chest, or to be more specific, above her nipples.  She remembered her
best friend Julia giving this to her as a wedding shower present and she'd
never worn it.  This should make Adam happy she thought, especially since
there was no way to wear a bra with this as the back was open to her butt
crack.

   Then she pulled out a nice tight skirt and a white silk blouse.  Perfect
for the company photos, she thought.  She always thought it was a bit
risque since the top button was right by her sternum but as Julia always
told her, "You got it, flaunt it!" She had this sudden urge to call her and
tell her about the last week and Drew's comment, "Spread legs saves lives."
She of all people would love that.

   Then she thought about getting laid when Adam came to bed and selected
the two-piece crotchless number with the top simply strings framing her
breasts.  She lay back on the bed hoping Adam would come up soon and she
was right.

   "Whaaa?" the man stammered, "Where did you get that?" he asked seeing
his wife splayed out on the bed, her breasts and pussy fully exposed...not
just exposed, framed to draw the attention to her most intimate parts.

   "Eve patted the bed, "I thought I'd model what I decided to wear for the
Father and the Bishop," she smiled.  "I hope I'm not overdressed," she
sighed.

   The man tore off his clothes, smiling, "I think it's perfect.  Man!  I
think they'd have a heart attack if they saw you in that.  I'll bet they
get excited seeing bare ankles in their jobs," he said as he climbed onto
the bed.  "Wait, what?" he asked as his attempt to crawl between Eve's legs
was interrupted as she turned him over onto his back.

   "Let me do this for you," the blonde purred as she kissed him before
nibbling her way down his body.  She felt Adam relax as her tongue swirled
around his nipples then with her lips pressing against his stomach below
his navel she felt his pelvis eagerly thrust as she got closer to his hard
cock.

   Just as her tongue run up the throbbing shaft his hands pulled her ass
towards him so he could play with her pussy.  Eve decided she'd suck on his
cock a short while getting him relaxed then climb on top hopefully to
control his excitement to make him last.

   Adam felt those warm lips wrap around his cock surprised she'd want to
do that but he wasn't going to complain.  His fingers were getting wet as
he plunged two inside her.  "Oh, wow!" he moaned as she took more of him
into her mouth.  He had this absurd thought that she'd learned how to do
this at the catalog shoot but thinking that triggered his orgasm.

   Eve felt Adam's hand on her head as he cried out and the first hard jet
of cum blasted against the back of her throat.  She felt like crying as she
rapidly swallowed the tangy spunk.  She was wondering if he'd let her
breathe when he collapsed letting go of her head.

   "Wow, that was great.  I hope you can do that some more.  I was just so
surprised you would do that but it was great," he moaned.  He looked at the
beautiful girl wiping her bright red lips and rolled off the bed.  "I'd
better brush my teeth and get to sleep.  Big day tomorrow.  We have the
company photography session and later dinner with the Bishop." He started
for the bathroom, "You were incredible.  I love you so much." he smiled.

   Eve rolled over wondering why Adam was unaware she wasn't just there to
please him.  She replayed the entire day and even Fred with his macho
manner attended to her pleasure...of course, it seemed like he was priming
her for his 'experienced cock.' All day, she'd been brought closer and
closer to what she hoped would be a resolution to the throbbing in her
lower belly.  She looked over at the chest in the corner which had the
other gift for Laura Eve had laughed off.  The 12" glass dildo.  She
remembered her girlfriends passing it around, stroking it, licking it.  It
looked so real with pronounced veins and the flared circumcised head.  She
just couldn't understand why any woman would want to use it...or could use
it but perhaps she'd need to dig down and haul it out if this ache doesn't
go away soon.

   She realized her fingers were inside her pussy as she saw the bathroom
light go off.  She quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped her hands off as her
husband climbed into bed.

   "Goodnight babe, get some sleep.  Big day tomorrow," he said before
pecking her on her lips.



   Pin Money Pt.  06

   Eve's life begins to morph.
Saturday:

   Eve was humming a tune which at first couldn't remember where she'd
heard it, then recalled the scene with Jerry.  This was the first morning
where she didn't have that enticing ache in her belly and was looking
forward to meeting Adam's co-workers, or as he put it, "My people." The
skirt fit perfectly, slim, light, and cool.  The first issue was the
blouse. She dug through her bra drawer and all had cups too large for the
dÃ(C)colletage.

   She sighed and pulled it on sans bra and buttoned it up.  She turned her
body making sure she wouldn't pop out and nodded.  If she refrains from
doing jumping jacks or trampolining she'll be fine.  The only other concern
would be getting aroused and having nothing to hide the shape of her
nipples but that wasn't going to happen at a Christian Charities company
function.  She chuckled thinking how different this will be from
yesterday's shoot...feeling the eager throbbing return.

   Adam looked up from the paper, "Wow!  You look beautiful," he stood and
came over, "I like it.  I'm surprised you decided to go braless but I
approve," he smiled as he cupped her breasts.

   Eve slapped his hands away, sighing, "There will be none of that as you
can see," she looked down at her puffies now poking out.

   Adam put his hands back on her breasts, his thumbs flicking the hard
nubs, "I agree.  We can't have people seeing how beautiful and sexy you
are." he chuckled.  He stepped back, "Now, that's how I want my wife to
look in the pictures."

   Eve's jaw dropped, "You what?  You've told me over and over, I'm showing
too much skin; my skirt or dress is too short.  Now...?"

   "You saw last year's pictures.  All the men's wives are dressed to show
off their womanly assets.  I was told by the photographer that it evolved
that way over the years as donations increased the hotter the wives and
girlfriends looked.  I have the hottest wife and you'd stand out if you
dressed as you normally do." He put his hands on her shoulders, "We need to
leverage all the assets we can for the greater good.  Small sacrifice for
you to show some skin and bonus!  You'll be so much cooler today."

   "Wives, girlfriends?" she asked, "What about husbands and boyfriends?"

   "Oh, we have those just not in the leadership positions.  The founder is
a strong believer in traditional family values so we have female employees,
just not in positions where their jobs would take away from their
responsibilities to their families, keeping a nice home," her husband
smiled.  "Speaking of home, you remember our guests are coming over
tonight. They're bringing a member of the parish for some reason with them,
so there will be five for dinner." He turned his wife around admiring her,
"That red dress will look great on you tonight."

   Eve wondered what she'd gotten herself into.  The red dress was slinky,
cut low so she'd be braless again, and had a slit up the side requiring a
thong.  She had an education degree and wasn't allowed to use it.  Was it
because it would take her away from her wifely duties?  She sighed and
noticed her nipples were no longer an issue and couldn't see any
possibility of them popping back up soon.

   "We should go," the blonde wife said softly, "I'll look pretty, be
quiet, and meet the other Stepford wives when we get there," she said as
she went out to Adam's Jaguar.

   *****

   Adam was right.  The women were not shy about showing their figures. 
She was introduced to the group of women chatting by the gazebo before Adam
made his way over to where a group of men was gathered across the lawn.

   "Eve, this is Beverly Wilson, Mary Jones, Trish Marlow, Linda Yates,
Beth Jackson, and Sylvia Adams.  Ladies, this is my wife, Eve.  If you'll
excuse me," Adam smiled at all before heading off.

   Beverly laughed, "Welcome to the dumping ground.  It's good to meet you,
Eve.  You're very beautiful." She fingered the blouse, "Silk?  I love it,"
she said.

   The young blonde blushed as all the women appraised her body.  It was
something of a relief when they all seemed to approve and she realized
she'd been waiting for a comment on how revealing her top was.  Instead,
they all gave her sincere smiles.  They then went back to talking about a
previous get-together.

   At first, Eve was nervous being surrounded by strangers who seemed to
know each other well, and listening to them she realized they were just as
put off by the men's patriarchal attitude but they also seemed resigned by
it and laughed it off.  The conversation turned to their husband's
responses to their opinions on politics or suggestions for issues at work.
At least Adam never told her how to vote, but in other areas, she realized
how she'd lost a lot of her sense of self.  Eve could suddenly relate to
these women and found herself adding her own experiences.

   Adam looked over at the now large group of women all laughing, Eve
smiling and commenting along with them.  He'd been worried she'd withdraw
or feel out of place but she seemed to fit right in even though she looked
young enough to be someone's daughter.

   "...so I told him that he needed more diversity in the photos and he
shut me down.  Guess what they had in the next ads?" Stacy asked grinning,
"A mixed-race couple posing with kids they must have adopted from four
different parts of the world.  Sometimes I think they have no idea about
subtlety." The women all laughed having been there.

   "I have a question," Eve's eyes scanning the outfits, "I never go out
dressed like this, but Adam told me that's how all the other wives and
girlfriends dress.  Am I the only one who would never go anywhere else
dressed like this?" she indicated her cleavage.

   "Oh, honey.  You have no idea.  I wear sweatshirts and blue jeans most
of the time.  Dale made me try on at least a half-dozen outfits before he
seemed satisfied," she laughed, stroking her tight top over her generous
braless breasts.  "It's become a game.  Who can push the limits the most
each year, though," she fingered the fabric barely covering the blonde's
chest as she looked at the other women, "we're going to have to up our
game."

   Eve found she had a glass of wine in her hand even though it was barely
noon.  The group of women migrated over to the table with food and had
filled their plates with luncheon meats and salads.  They were within 20
feet of the men who'd gathered near the refreshment area.  "Damn, that has
to be the closest thing to hell," Sylvia sighed, "They're outside, on their
day off and they've been talking business the entire time."

   Adam was discussing their trip to the western slope of Colorado with
Dennis and Aaron, "I figure five hours to get there, so we leave at
seven...Aaron, what are you looking at?" the man asked.  He looked over to
where all the wives were gathered, "What's up?"

   "Who's the blonde in the white top next to Terry's wife?" Aaron asked.

   "Oh, that's Eve, my wife.  So, getting back to Monday, I can drive
unless...where are you going?" Adam asked as Aaron excused himself.

   "Sylvia, I thought I should come over and say hi.  It was pretty rude of
me to just grab a beer and talk shop.  Trish, how're the kids?  Beth, Bev.
Hey Mary, enjoying the day?" he smiled at each of the women.  He looked at
Eve, putting out a hand, "Aaron Jones, and you are?" he smiled at the girl.

   Eve felt uncomfortable taking the man's hand, first because he gripped
her firmly pulling her to him; second since he took the opportunity to
check out her cleavage.  She stepped back, smiling at the man, "Eve
Purcell, Adam's wife.  Good to meet you." She pulled her hand back unsure
why she felt creeped out by the man, "Sylvia, didn't you mention the
beautiful gardens?  Are they shaded?"

   As they walked away from the group of women, Sylvia sighed, "And so it
begins," she said.

   "What begins?" the young blonde asked.

   "Last year, three of the wives found themselves alone with three of the
husbands in a clothing-optional situation.  I was eying the men by the
table and all, except your husband, were checking the women out, especially
you.  I feel like I'm in a pen at the county fair waiting for the judges to
give us a blue ribbon or whatever as best in show." She stopped and looked
at the girl, "You could do all of us a service by sleeping with all the
horny men here, you know, take the pressure off us girls?" she laughed,
"I'm kidding, of course.  But watch yourself, this might be a Christian
organization but the 7th and 10th commandments are sometimes ignored."

   "Adultery and coveting, got it," Eve sighed.  I've always wondered about
the 10th.  It states 'his' wife, 'his' house, 'his' ox and donkey.  Does
that mean it's alright for you to covet Beverly's husband?"

   "I know, right?  You know who did the various translations of the Bible.
Anyhow, here's your shade.  This is so much nicer," she sighed looking
around.  "Why is everyone standing by the bar?  Never mind, I answered my
own question." They sat on the bench under the huge maple.

   Adam looked at Aaron as he walked back, "I was going to go over the
travel plans..."

   Aaron's attention was on the two women heading across the broad lawn. 
He knew it was her, it had to be.  She has the same mole on the inside of
her left breast.  He looked back at his boss, "Your wife is very pretty. 
Is she a model?" he asked.

   "She does modeling as a hobby, you know, to keep herself busy during the
day and to pick up a few dollars, you know how it is with women, always
having to keep busy," he said looking over to where his team members were
looking.  "I guess I've been talking business, let's go mingle," Adam
sighed.

   "Whew!  This shade and the breeze feel great.  Can you just have Adam
pull the car over here when he's ready to go?" Eve sighed.

   Sylvia chuckled.  "I know, it was great this morning but the days get so
hot after noon here."

   The two women chatted about where they were from, how they met their
husbands, kids, at least Beverly's.  Eve sat up, "I need some water.  Let's
head back and grab something to drink."

   "I'll get it, you stay here," the older woman stood.  I'll be right
back. Anything else?" she asked.

   "You don't have to...Ok, just a bottle of cold water...or maybe two,"
she smiled.

   Eve lolled back feeling the nice breeze on her skin, lifting her skirt
and opening her top to help cool off when she heard Beverly coming back.

   "There you are," Aaron said as he admired the exposed skin before the
girl straightened out her clothing.  "Can I join you in the shade?" he
asked as he handed Eve a bottle of water.

   Eve looked around after taking the bottle.  "Where's Beverly?" she
asked.

   "Oh, Jim needed to get some stuff from the car and I volunteered to
bring you the water.  I didn't mind since the shade does feel great." Aaron
smiled at the girl.  Adam tells me you do modeling, that's great.  You have
the perfect figure for it," he said as he looked at her large chest.

   Eve nodded, "I do a little.  It's nice to get a bit of pin money," she
said.

   "I'll bet you get paid more than that," he said pulling out his
smartphone.  He opened an app showing her the screen while putting a hand
on her creamy thigh.  "How much per hour do you girls make for these types
of shoots?" he asked.

   Eve looked at the man, "How much do you make doing what you do?"

   Aaron laughed, "Fair enough.  Has Adam seen these?  He made it sound
like you're modeling dresses and shoes," he asked as he slid his hand under
her skirt.  "Have you done any of the video sessions?"

   Eve didn't stop the man but had thoughts of snapping a finger or two,
"No, but I've thought about it.  And Adam hasn't seen these, he never seems
interested when I want to tell him about the shoots," she looked as he
swiped over to a picture with Eve's lips wrapped around the head of a cock.

   Aaron felt the warm heat from the blonde's cunt as his little finger
pressed against her panties.  He knew he had her since she'd made no move
to stop him.  Maybe the little slut wants his cock, maybe a few of the
other men's cocks also.  "I think we can come to a mutually satisfying
agreement that would preclude me showing these to your husband," he said
softly, his lips millimeters from her ear.

   "Explain," Eve said putting her hand on the man's tented shorts, "Would
it involve me taking care of this?" she asked.

   "Oh yeah.  You take care of me, I take care of you," he said.  "I want
this," he pointed to the simulated blowjob, "and this," he swiped over to
where she allowed the older guy to put just the tip inside her.

   Eve gave a soft sigh as the man's hand cupped her moist pussy, pressing
the fabric into her slit.  "I think it's a great idea," she smiled.  She
got up and knelt between his legs.  She unzipped his shorts and when he
lifted his hips, she yanked those and his boxers off.  "Not bad," she said
as she took the throbbing rod in her hand.  She watched him close his eyes
and groan as she stroked the warm shaft, "I've been trying to tell Adam all
week about the shoots and what I did for them.  He never listens to me. 
Maybe he'll listen to a man...a man like you.  You might be able to help
me. Come on, let's show him these beautiful pictures, and maybe he'll pay
attention to you."

   She stood and picked up the man's clothes and started trotting back to
the group, stopping 20 feet away.  "And when we show the pictures to your
boss, he'll appreciate you tried to fuck his wife.  He's so wrapped up in
work I'll bet he gives you a bonus.  Oh, I think I'll go talk to Mary about
setting up a video session with her and Jerry.  You might know him...the
tall black man with that huge member on the site you frequent?"

   Aaron jumped up to chase her but stopped seeing her lead.  He saw the
people he worked with through the trees so he headed behind the community
center building.  Frantically was trying to figure out how to get something
on, he took stock.  All he had was shoes, socks, his polo shirt, and his
phone.  'The phone!  I can unlock the car and get at my golf crap in the
trunk.'

   The young blonde cheerfully greeted people as she walked over to the
table where the guests had put their shells, jackets, and other
paraphernalia, burying the garments under someone's coat.  She suddenly
realized a man was touching her most intimate place and she'd felt nothing.
No ache in her belly and her nipples never reacted.  Was she getting jaded?
She was glad she'd resisted doing the video sessions...a few pictures with
her posing seductively is a far cry from a video of her being fucked by
strange men.

   She went over to the table where her husband was, "Hey sweetie.  When
does the photographer get here?  We have to get back so I can get dinner
ready."

   Aaron avoided Eve the rest of the day but he looked out of place with
his pink polo shirt and bright green pants.  He joked he'd had an accident
with the artichoke dip and had to change.  He wondered where that bitch had
hidden his clothes hoping no one would find them.

   The photographer took all the group photos, the couples shots, then
various collective photos with all the wives and girlfriends, departments,
etc..  It seemed strange to Eve that she was invited to join various groups
but perhaps it was because she was the boss's wife.

   *****

   Eve looked at the table and house.  Everything looked immaculate even
with limited time to clean up and cook.  She'd prepared the green chili the
day before so preparation was not tough.  She looked over at her husband
who'd done exactly zero to help prepare explaining he wanted to review his
proposal for the church to double their annual pledge.  She spent little
time dwelling on that as she couldn't remember the last time he even took
his dishes into the kitchen after a meal let alone opened up the
dishwasher. She thought about how hectic her last week was compared to her
first months after moving out to Colorado.  Then at the last minute, she
was informed the two clerics were bringing another man with them.

   "Ah, they're here," Adam stood up quickly.  He looked at his wife and
nodded.  She'd changed into the red cocktail dress, again without a bra. 
He shook his head wondering why she'd protested that looking like a hooker
with men of the cloth seemed out of place.  He was a patient man but he'd
explained too many times why she needed to look sexy so he just told her to
do it.  She came through with flying colors.

   "Your Excellency, Father, hello, I'm Adam Purcell." he greeted the three
men.  "Come on in," he said as he opened the door.  "Eve, come meet our
guests," he said to his wife.

   "Wow!" the Bishop smiled seeing the girl with the perfect body walk out
of the kitchen drying her hands.  She had a red flimsy dress, cut low while
showing her shapely legs.  "This is a very nice home you have here," he
said as he took the girl's hands.  He wondered how old she was as Adam
looked to be 30 or so, so she had to be in her 20's.  He turned to the man
around his age, "This is Patrick Carlisle, a longtime parishioner, and
supporter of the church.  Pat, this is Adam's wife, Eve," he smiled
knowingly at the man.

   "Adam and Eve, I like it, though shouldn't you both be wearing fig
leaves?" the man grinned looking directly at the young wife.

   Eve was a bit shocked to see the 65 to 70-year old man study her body so
overtly as he took her hand.  When she greeted the Bishop and father, the
men were more circumspect in his admiration of her attire though still
obvious, 'I guess men are still men,' she internally sighed.

   The men sat in the living room with Eve serving them various drinks and
appetizers while they discussed the weather and items in the news.  Then at
dinner, she served all of them before sitting down, none of the men
thinking it was strange that the wife was little more than a maid.  After
she finally served herself, the Bishop raised his wine glass, "To a
wonderful host and hostess.  As it says in Ecclesiastes, 'Eat thy bread
with joy, and drink thy wine with a merry heart.' This meal was certainly a
joy and this evening has indeed been merry."

   The meal was eaten with little conversation and when the plates were
cleared, Adam drained his glass and stood, "Perhaps we could retire to the
living room.  Eve, could you get another bottle while we talk?"

   After the blonde wife refilled the men's glasses, Patrick patted the
seat next to him, "Sit.  You've been working all evening.  Where's your
glass?" he asked.

   "I shouldn't...I have the dishes and clean-up to take care of," she
sighed.

   "Yes, Eve, relax and have a seat.  The dishes will be there in the
morning," Adam said it like an order.  "That's a good girl," he praised as
she nodded and went to get her glass.

   The girl went and got the bottle and came back and sat next to the older
man.

   "So last year, your Diocese gave..." Adam was saying as Eve sipped her
wine.  The conversation was so boring she was regretting not excusing
herself to clean up.  She was so in thought she didn't realize the men were
looking at her, "I'm sorry, what?"

   "Adam tells me you're a model?" the Bishop said, "What kind of shoots do
you do?"

   "Clothes," she said, "I just did a series for the Drakes Department
Store summer catalog," she said.

   The Bishop looked at Patrick, "She'd be perfect, don't you think?" the
man asked.  He turned back to Eve, "Would you be interested in modeling
habits and various other pieces that nuns wear?"

   The girl looked doubtful, "I could, but why?  Aren't these just...I
mean, black and white robes?" she asked.

   "Many orders' habits are but you'd be surprised at the various colors
and styles.  We were at a conference last month discussing the dwindling
numbers of nuns.  They all agree we could be doing a better job in
inspiring young women to answer the higher calling.  Someone suggested a
fashion show or a website showing how fashionable and pretty the sisters
are.  Nun's garb is actually quite fascinating with sashes, veils, belts,
tunics, rosaries, you get the idea.  It is assumed that nuns like the
Amish, value plainness over fashion, but all of us, nuns included take
pride in how we look." the priest replied.

   "Yes, and we'd like to have an attractive model showing the various
accouterments as it were that make nuns feel special.  Let's face it, the
image we all have of nuns is not exactly...sexy, if you know what I mean."
the Bishop smiled at the girl.  "Of course, the average age has been going
up due to the lack of fresh initiates."

   Patrick patted the girl's thigh, then slowly stroked, "The church...the
churches value the services that the various sisters offer." He looked at
the two clerics, "I'm in marketing and also a devout Christian and I can
see ways to subtly inspire young women a wonderful opportunity to help
others," he continued stroking the creamy thigh.

   Eve looked at her husband who simply glanced at the man's hand before
nodding at her.  "I guess I could model some...some of these tunics and
things.  I've never looked closely at how a nun dresses but I assume
someone would tell me what to do and how to dress," she said softly.  There
was something a bit strange about a habit fashion show, but this is the
21st century.  "I assume it would be a fairly quick series of photos," she
sighed.

   "That would be terrific," the Bishop smiled.  "But then we are also
looking for videos, you know, clips we can use in promotions.  The modern
nun is more active than you think.  She's playing softball, tennis,
volleyball.  We have to shoot some action shots showing that being a nun is
more than devotions, prayers, and readings," the older man said smiling at
the girl.

   Patrick's hand was under the slit in the dress perilously close to her
panties but everyone in the room seemed to think this was natural so she
simply nodded wondering what athletic feats she'd need to perform.  She
grew up a tomboy so softball, dribbling a basketball, tennis, gymnastics,
and other sports were a big part of her past so she simply said, "Sure. 
I'm fairly athletic so that should be no issue."

   The man's little finger brushed against the warm moist fabric of the
blonde's panties and smiled at the girl, "The key attributes we're looking
for is a zest for life, agility, flexibility, and...well, beauty.  Let's be
honest, nuns are women also with the same desires, needs, feelings, and
senses of humor.  We contacted a studio here in town, Atkins and Waters,
not sure you know who they are...anyhow, we've scheduled the entire day on
Monday and I think you're the perfect model."

   Eve suddenly realized what they were asking and sat up, "I think you
should get some of your nuns to do the sessions.  They know how to dress
and act.  I've never had much contact with..."

   "Adam, talk to your wife," the Bishop said firmly, "We are prepared to
triple last year's donations and Patrick will match that...and we weren't
looking for anything in return but meeting your wife and seeing how she's
the perfect fit, well..."

   "Eve, just do it.  I think you're being silly.  What on earth is the
issue here?  You don't know how to act as a nun?  Hell, you've modeled
clothes for mothers, single women going out on dates, tennis players," he
said firmly.  "You're doing it.  It's not like you have much else going on
right now," he said firmly

   Eve shuddered as she realized what her husband was ordering her to do.
He seemed to be the only clueless one in the room as the priest was staring
at Patrick's fingers stroking her pussy then looking up at her with a grin.
She looked at Adam hoping he'd see what the man was doing but he was
staring at her as if waiting for her acquiescence.  "Ok," she said simply.

   "Your Excellency, Patrick, she'll be there.  What time Monday?" The man
said looking satisfied.

   "Brian Atkins arranged for the crew to be there at 8 AM Monday.  We are
in your debt," the older man said as he thrust his middle finger inside the
girl, "I look forward to seeing the pics and the videos," he looked at the
two clerics, "We all are," he smiled.

   Yanking the man's finger out would most likely negate the entire deal so
she acted like nothing was inside her most private parts and stood up
straightening her dress as she brushed the man's fat finger out of her.  "I
need water, can I get anyone anything?" she asked sweetly.  Now the
unwelcome tantalizing throbbing in her lower belly was back and her panties
were soaked.  Twice in one day strange men had put their hands between her
legs.  Who was she?

   *****

   "That went well," Adam smiled as the entered the bedroom, Wait," he
ordered as Eve began to unzip the dress.

   The girl wondered what her husband wanted but soon figured it out.  He
pulled up the dress ordering her to hold it up.  Then he pulled down her
thong, tossing it to the side.

   Adam stroked his wife's pussy, "You were bad tonight, which was very
good," he smiled.  "I saw how you let Patrick touch you here, though seeing
how wet you are you liked it.  I feel I've been blessed with the best wife
a man could have," he said as he pushed her back onto the bed.

   Eve was stunned.  Her husband willingly will use her for his own gain?
She didn't even try to enjoy it as he stabbed her with his cock and
proceeded the thrust hard into her.  She didn't have to lie there for long
as the predictably let out a groan as he spewed his cum inside her.  She
idly wondered how the video shoot would be on Monday and if she'd enjoy it
or just grit her teeth and let them do what they wanted.

   Adam looked down at his wife, "Damn, you're so beautiful.  We should
have more potential donors over." He slapped her thigh and headed to the
bathroom to clean up.