2 comments/ 39198 views/ 2 favorites Insufficient Funds By: Phoenix Arrow Redistribution: only for personal, nonprofit use. ******** Please, if you are under the age of 18, don't read this material. Just wait a few years and you'll be all good and legal for this kind of stuff. Now for the rest of you, Enjoy! ***************** I walk into the bank and immediately start eyeing out a sucker. There are always at least one or two new girls working as tellers in these city banks. And if you know how to push them just right, you can fool them any day of the week. I have actually gotten quite good at this. Going from bank to bank, requesting withdrawals with fake identification and bank accounts. I know it's against the law, but a girl's got to make a living. Usually it's not much, only several hundreds of dollars each time. This way the banks won't be as eager to report the theft to the FBI. Any thefts look bad for a bank, so 2-3 hundred isn't worth the effort. And since I've been so good at it, the only way they'll know I wasn't the real account holder is when a customer reports an error in their account, and I'm usually long gone by then. And now, its time to conquer my latest victim. It doesn't take me long to spot the peppy blonde right out of college busily working out a transaction for her customer. She's the one I need. They're always so easy to manipulate. I patiently wait in line until she becomes available, then approach with a smile. "Candy" her name tag reads. Perfect. This will be so easy. "Hello, may I help you?" "Certainly you may Candy! I would like to withdrawal $250.00 from my account." "Very well Miss???" "Thompson!" "Ok Mrs. Thompson, all I need is you account # and ID." I hand the dumb blond my cards and she makes a pathetic attempt to comprehend what they say. A more experience teller would most likely not have been so easily duped by the fake ID's, but sure enough my little Candy wastes no time retrieving my money. Gosh I'm good. You'd be really surprised to learn how easy it is to acquire bank account numbers these days. People just don't check their mail boxes fast enough. Anyways, when she comes back with the money I'm all smiles. In front of me she begins counting the bills. Yep, all there. All 250.00 bucks. All mine. But.... But just as she's about to hand it over to me, the bank manager shows up right behind her. Oh shit! "Is everything going alright Candy?" "Oh yes Miss Stills, I was just about to hand this customer her money!" The bank manager paused for a moment, staring at me. She seemed to be studying me, trying to figure me out. I was getting a little nervous. "You know Candy, why don't you let me finish taking care of this customer in my office." "But I'm almost finished with her! I was about to give...." "What did I tell you about talking back? Don't make me reprimand you again." "Yes ma'am" Candy surrendered her argument. Miss Stills had by now turned directly towards me as she spoke "So Miss Thompson, if you don't mind, please follow me to my office. We can take better care of your...account in there." I can sense the sarcasm in her voice. She's on to me, I just know it. I should just turn around and leave. This woman was way too experience to mess with. I know I'm in way over my head. "Are you coming Miss Thompson?" She jolted my decision making as she stared at me with a sarcastic smile. A smile that said "I know you're a fraud. You don't have the guts to mess with me." And she was right. I was scared of her. Even though I was very good at convincing younger tellers I was a real client, this woman would surely see right through me. She was about my age, and had a look of authority. This wasn't just another dumb blonde teller. This woman had brains. But I couldn't just leave. Not like this. It would prove I was a fake. She'd probably call the police the moment I stepped out of the building. No, I had to ride this one out. I was going to have to do my best acting to get out of this one. I looked at her and changed my mood. I now looked at her with determination. A determination that I would win this little game and still walk out of here with my money. I confidently smiled as I strolled past her and into her office. But as the heavy door closed behind me, I felt a chill go through my body. Did I just make a BIG mistake? Swiftly the manager walked around her desk and lowered herself to her plush leather chair, the whole time staring down at the fake ID and account numbers I had handed to Candy. Despite the empty chair right in front of me, I stood waiting for her to offer me a seat. She never did. "So Miss....Thompson, you wish to withdrawal some money from us today. And I see from my wonderful teller Candy, that its for $250 dollars. Is that correct?" "Well, yes it is." I couldn't help but respond with tension in my voice. "And I'm sure you were able to tell just how intelligent Candy was while she check your identification and account numbers." "Er...yeah...I mean yes!" "I see. Well I'd be just happy to complete this withdrawal for you Miss Thompson." My eyes light up. Was she really going to give me the money after all? "All I'll need is one more photo ID of yourself." I should have known the other shoe would drop. "Excuse me?" "One more ID. Just to make sure everything is in order before we make the withdrawal." She was staring at me again with that look. The look that said she knew who I was....and wasn't. "Well....I don't have another ID on me. But I assure you that I am Miss Thompson." "I suppose your right. How silly of me to even question your word. In fact, let me do you a favor." With that, she took out a scissors and right in my face, cut the ID card in two. My jaw dropped. "Opps, so sorry Miss Thompson. I guess you won't be using that any time soon." She took the two pieces of my ID and dropped them into the trash bin. "But I'm sure you won't mind, since it wasn't real to begin with." That was it. She just admitted what I already suspected. She knew I was a fake. I could feel sweat forming on my body as she stared at me. I glanced at the door out of the corner of me eye. I wanted run. I wanted to burst through those doors and get as far away from this woman as possible. I felt my eyes begin to water. She looked at me with complete victory. The look made me want to pee myself. How could I have allowed this to happen? I should have never come inside here to begin with. She was probably getting off on this. Sitting there as she slowly destroyed me, making me crumple before her. "So Miss Thompson, what shall we do now about that withdrawal?" "I'm so sorry Miss Stills. You are right, I am a fraud, a lie. Please please let me go. I'll never do it again. I'm sorry!" That's what I wanted to say. All I could think about was how to surrender to this woman. She was dead on accurate about me. Who cares if she was wet at my expense, I was a complete fake and she had called me out. But what should I say? What should I do? Until this moment, I had never been called out like this. How do I admit to her that she had won? But had she? In the middle of debating if to run away or to simply break down completely, I managed to think for a moment. Did she have any actual proof that I wasn't Miss Thompson? Could she just be bluffing? Assuming, or even hoping that I'd admit I was the fraud I am? I knew if I surrendered to her now I would be arrested and hauled off to jail crying, all the while her laughing at me for being so easy to defeat. "No!" I yelled at myself. The only way out of this was to call her bluff. "MISS THOMPSON! I asked you what should we now do about this withdrawal?" Her voice was considerably higher. Taking a deep breath, I moved in front of the chair and took a seat, before looking her straight in the eyes. "Go and get it Miss Stills. Get my withdrawal. I haven't got all day!" I could tell she was taken aback by my stand. She had expected me to fall to my knees and admit my guilt. I even wanted to. But she wasn't going to get it. "Perhaps you didn't understand my statement earlier, but I do NOT believe you are truly Miss Thompson." "I beg your pardon!" I gave a mock shock. "Come on lady, I've seen this act done all the time. I've been in the banking business for over 20 years, and if you think I got to where I am by letting some off the street lady to walk in here and steal money...." "HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF BEING A COMMON CRIMINAL!" I did my best burst of anger I could manage. She paused for a moment, seemingly calculating the odds that I really was Miss Thompson. They apparently weren't very high. "I've heard just about enough of all this nonsense. You may be able to fool that bimbo Teller, but not me Missy! Now get out of my bank this instant or I'll shove my high heel up that chubby ass as I'm kicking it out of my bank personally!!!" I paused at the aggression in her voice. This woman was serious. An image popped into my head of her high heel firmly wedged in my ass. Another shiver went through my body. I was determined not to let that happen. "Miss Stills, I have never been talk to like this in all my life. Who do you think you are? Your just some power hungry bank manager. I'm worth ten times what you are and my husband's law office eats stupid women like you for breakfast every hour of the day." I could see the slight look of worry on her face the moment I mentioned my "husband's" law firm. Perhaps she was wrong after all. At least I hoped that's what she was thinking. But she wasn't about to give in that easily. "Miss Thompson....or who ever you are. Don't make this any harder for yourself. Simply leave and never come back here again. Don't make me call the police." "Go ahead, call the police. I want your staff to see you handcuffed and lead away when I tell them how you destroyed my ID, insulted me, and refused me service! Go on, call them now!" She reached over to the phone and picked it up. With her fingers hovering above the numbers, she look back at me. We both stared heatedly at each other. This was it, the moment of truth. If she called, I would be toast. But maybe, just maybe, she was thinking the exact same thing. I hoped We both continued to stare at each other, daring the other to admit their bluff. Suddenly we both could here the automatic operator come on. Sighing, she hung up the phone and looked at me with a less aggressive face. "Perhaps we can avoid making this a big deal. There really is no need to involve the police." I had her! She was now on the retreat. I couldn't believe my luck it had worked. But it wasn't over yet. I needed to push this woman completely on her heels before I got out of this one. So I pushed and pushed hard. "You know I don't understand how a brainless bimbo like you ever managed to become the manager of a bank. You clearly don't know what you are doing. I'd bet that teller could do a better job running things around here than you. At least she doesn't harass her customers." "Please Miss.....Thompson, calm down. I'm....I'm really sorry to have questioned you." "As you should be. I have a real mind to call my husband and have him file charges against you!" "Oh that won't really be necessary Miss. Here, I'll personally get your withdrawal for you. Will that be ok? I can't believe I had actually won! I called her bluff and not only will I walk out of here with my freedom, but with the money to! But as I sat there, I noticed something new. For the first time I could see real fear in her eyes. This tough bank manager was actually worried my fake husband would file charges. What was she willing to do to prevent that from happening? For the first time, I felt my own pussy tingle as I wondered? "No, I don't think that'll be enough. I feel very insulted. Perhaps I should be given more." "Certainly Miss Thompson. How much more would you like to withdrawal from your account?" "Oh, about $10,000." "Would you like that cash or check?" "A personal check from you would be just fine." "But the bank is not allowed to offer personal checks." "Not the bank sweetie, you!" She looked puzzled. "Me? I don't think I understand?" "I want you to write me a personal check for 10 grand. You know how to write don't you dear?" "Please Miss, lets be realistic. I'm trying to correct the situation." "And you can start by taking that checkbook out of your purse." "But...but..." I could tell she was loosing it. She wasn't used to being on the receiving end, and she was falling apart. "But what sweetie?" "That's my life savings." "Pretty pathetic huh? A big fancy bank manager like you only has 10k put away for a rainy day. Oh well, you should have thought of that before you behaved so poorly. Better get writing. "But....but...." Tears were starting to form in her eyes. I could actually feel my cunt moistening. I knew it was getting wet with power as I slowly broke this bitch. She had probably spent all of her working life collecting that $10,000 dollars and protecting it from people like me. But as I pushed hard, she crumbled. To my amazement, she actually reached into one of her drawers and removed her purse. Inside was her check book. With an expensive company pen, and a tear rolling down her cheek, she starting writing away her savings to me. I adjusted in my seat as she wrote, trying relieve the feeling between my thighs. My panties getting unusually wet. I may have to hurry this up. But just as she finished writing in all the zeros, she hesitated to give it to me. Apparently she was re-thinking her foolish submission. So I had to act fast. "What seems to be the problem Mrs. Manager? You don't think your money will be enough compensation for my trouble?" "Well....I....." "Perhaps you would feel better if you got on your hands and knees and crawl to me as you grovel for my forgiveness???" Her eyes grew wide. "No no, her you go Miss Thompson." She desperately waved the check towards me. "Perhaps that would be a good idea actually. Yes, a very good idea. Come on dear you may crawl to me. Lets go, on the floor." She looked like a girl. Like a scared little girl whose lost her mommy. No longer the tough, threatening woman she was a moment ago. She looked at me one last time with pleading eyes. But I simply extended a finger and pointed it down. My pussy spasmed when her knees touched the floor. "You may carry the check between your lips as you crawl to me sweetie." She gave a slight sob, before slipping the thin paper between her lips and began crawling. Gosh I loved it. I watched as she did her best to crawl in her expensive business suit, head held low, too ashamed to even look at me. The power I was feeling over this woman was overwhelming. I was nothing more than a common criminal, steeling money from banks and lying to people's faces. Yet this respected, authoritative bank manager was actually crawling on her hands and knees to apologize, with a $10,000 dollar check to boot. I squeezed my thighs together and almost came. I wondered if she could smell the musk from my pussy when she reached me. Her face was red with shame as I took the check from her lips and placed it into my purse. From the floor, she remained looking at me, apparently waiting for my next berating command. "Well Miss Stills, what do you have to say for yourself?" "Please Miss Thompson, I'm so sorry. Please forgive my rude behavior. I was wring to accuse you of being a fake." She looked like a child begging for forgiveness. And just think, three minutes earlier I was moments away from saying the exact same thing to her. By now my cunt was feeling very itchy. With a smile, I thought of a very good way to ease that itch as I looked down at the groveling manager. But no, it would be too risky. However, I didn't want to end my fun with her just yet. "Hmmmm, I'm not so sure your serious about being sorry. Perhaps you should do something more to prove your sincerity." She knelt there in silence. "Kiss my Heel." Her mouth flew open. I was adding more and more humiliation to her ordeal, and I could tell she was thinking how much was enough. But I didn't let her think too much as I lifted me left high heel to her face. With her mind already made up for her and a fresh tear rolling down her cheek, she pursed her lips and kissed my heel. It was exquisite. When I didn't remove my foot, she continued kissing it until I finally lowered my leg, only to raise the other one. While she was apologizing to my high heels, I took a moment to look around her office. The bitch had numerous awards, plaques, and degrees on her walls. She had actually done quite well for herself in life. It was all quite a sight. If only some of her other staff members could see what little Miss High and Mighty was doing now, the humiliation would be complete. This gave me another idea. Perhaps it was time to change all that. "Would you take a look at yourself. On the floor, groveling for a customer like some wench. You're a bank manager for Christ sakes. Or that's what you want people to believe. You're a fake aren't you? You've got no business running anything, let alone a bank." She looked up at me, tears freely flowing down her face. I was breaking her even deeper than before. Past the hard surface and into her soft inner core, where true fear of failure and inadequacy lay. The bitch was mine. "Maybe you should stop pretending to be something your not. Maybe you should walk away from your cushy little job and let the big girls take over. Don't you agree honey?" "But....I like being a bank manager....I don't want to leave...." Your not fooling anyone honey, your just not management material. But if you still really like working in a bank so much, I know of a perfect place to put my little bank girl. Her eyes lit up with joy at my words, shortly before I activated the page on her desk. Candy answered on the other end. --- 10 minutes later a clueless Candy knocked on the door of her manager's office. When she heard a moaning reply, she entered the office and almost dropped the papers she was holding. She never in a million years would have dreamed of seeing the sight she now saw before her. Sitting on her boss's desk was that Thompson woman. Standing next to her was her boss, Miss Stills. She had for some reason discarded her skirt and panties and was bending over with her hands holding her ass checks apart. And to Candy's utter amazement, Miss Thompson was actually shoving the toe of her high heel up her boss's ass, WHILE IT WAS STILL ON no less! Or was it her boss pushing her ass back against Miss Thompson's heels? She couldn't tell. But she did know at that moment, things were going to be different around here. --- 3 months later.... Miss Candice James! I so do like the way that looks on my office door. It looks so much better than Jamie's, and everyone thinks so. It's nice to be considered important for once. Being in charge of the bank is tough work, but much better than being a lowly teller like I once was. Thankfully a very special lady arrived at our bank three months ago. Until then, I had been suffering under the gaze of my demanding former boss Jamie Stills. She was always such a bitch to every and we hated her so much. She even enjoyed calling me Candy as some sort of stupid nick name. I hated it. But of course we were always as nice as we could be for her because she would fire us on a moments notice. But that all changed when Miss Thompson showed up. It didn't have to be a significant day. All Miss Thompson wanted to do was withdrawal a little bit of money from her own bank account. Not a big deal right? It's something that happens every day. All had been going well and I was almost finished with the transaction when Miss Stupid Jamie shows up and starts making a big deal about everything. Insufficient Funds It all began with my taking a Porsche for a test drive, totally on a whim. Had I only known where this would lead over time? If you read my prior story, you will know that I passed his credit check to get a new car. It was a bit of an impromptu credit check by my husband. My interest in a convertible sports car prompted my husband to negotiate a means for me to earn the car. His credit check was my allowing him to screw me while we were on Saturday morning run on one of our favorite nearby mountain trails. The spot he had chosen was at an opening in plain view of anyone coming up a series of switchbacks immediately below the overlook where we were standing. I was stark naked with the exception of my running shoes as David was taking me from behind. Watching the trail below us as I realized there were two guys working their way up the switchbacks. My reaction to the realization that we were on the verge of being discovered surprised me, along with a rush of fear it also heightened my physical arousal. Once they had spotted us, one of them used the camera on his phone to capture a video of our carnal act. The sensory overload resulted in an entirely unexpected and astonishing climax. In the past, we had our share of interesting intimate experiences. Our adventure on the trail had been a big move in pushing the envelope far beyond anything we had ever done before. My husband had made it clear that it was not a case of being unsatisfied with our love life. At the same time, he wanted to explore some new experiences. To be more specific, he was looking for my submitting to be his personal sex toy. Our tryst in the woods had pushed me beyond my comfort zone. I was still in a bit of disbelief of what we had done, yet it was impossible to deny that it had been a completely electrifying experience. I could feel how it had pushed me across a boundary and continued to stir emotions days afterward. I would find myself drifting back to leaning against the railing of the overlook, completely exposing myself to anyone to see, with David taking me from behind. At our office building, we have a small balcony where I will sometimes step out to take a call on my cell. One afternoon as I was leaning against the railing talking to a friend, I found my mind drifting back. After I had finished the call, I stayed there for a moment still leaning against the rail imagining that David was behind me thrusting his hips against my bum. Just thinking of the experience was getting me aroused and wanting to get home to David so I could seduce him into making love to me. I was not sure if our exhibitionist tryst on the running trail would prove to be a quirky one-time event. Over the days that followed, my husband would drop little questions or innuendos. It became apparent that he was discreetly probing and accessing my responses. I was careful with my responses, not wanting to appear overly anxious in venturing further into the proverbial rabbit hole that my husband was taunting me to enter. I finally started to ask David where these questions were leading. To my dismay, he remained elusive and skirted my questions. On Friday of that week, David sent a text asking me to meet him for dinner that night at one of our favorite restaurants. When I arrived, he was waiting at the bar with a glass of wine ready for me. We started with small talk while waiting for our table. Once seated, David ordered another round of drinks. After the waitress had left with our drink order, David segued our conversation, "I have been thinking about creating a bucket list. You know, a list of all those things you want to do in your life while you are still young enough to enjoy them." "That sounds like a great idea. I would love to have a list of things that we have always wanted to do. That is unless of course it is something like running with the bulls in Spain. If that is on your list of things to do then you are on your own for that one." David gave me a bit of a sly grin, "Oh don't worry, I don't have a single thing on the list that won't include you. You see, it's not your traditional bucket list. My list is a bit more risqué. Frankly, it is a list for my sex toy to fulfill for me." David paused. He studying me attempting to assess my reaction. In the silence that followed, I decided not to ease his tension by responding. David knew that he had ventured out onto a limb here. Looking into his eyes, I cocked my head to the side and took a sip of my wine doing my best not to give anything away. I had given David no choice but to venture further out onto his limb. After a few moments of silence, he continued, "This bucket list consist of different scenarios, locations, and activities. Each item on this list will be for my sex toy to fulfill as payments for the new sports car that you desire." I set my glass of wine on the table and established solid eye contact before beginning my response. "Desire?" pausing long enough so that single word would hang on its own for a bit. "That was an interesting choice. I get the distinct impression here the desire is more related to these so called payments and your desire for my performing an assortment of sexual escapades. There is a lot more desire in your list opposed to my passing interest in a sports car." David chose to ignore my comment and continued. Attempting to balance the conversation, he pushed on to express that his expectations included my providing input to the items on "our" list, creating a shared list. I interrupted for a moment, "Before I even consider adding things to this list of yours, I would like to understand just where you are taking this. I get the feeling that you setting the stage for me to arrange a threesome with one of my girlfriends?" David let out a chuckle, "I was honestly not going there. But if that is something that is on your bucket list, we could talk about it." I lightly kicked his shin under the table, with an appropriate comment about is attempting to live out the ultimate male fantasy. "Don't think that all of a sudden you are a prince in shining armor because you are not asking for a threesome with one of my girlfriends. Why don't you give me an idea of what is on this list of yours?" From there, he began sharing some of the things on his bucket list. He started out slowly. I wasn't terribly alarmed at anything quite yet; some of his ideas sounded kind of fun. The ideas ranged from relatively tame to more audacious. A simple but risky proposal was my bringing lunch to his office and having sex right there on his office desk. One of his more outrageous proposals was my competing in a strip club amateur night. I was frankly more surprised that he had already done some research and had found a club in the city that holds these competitions on a regular basis. I made it clear that this one was pushing his luck. Then came one of his ideas that frankly intrigued me and made me feel uncomfortable at the same time. David proposed my going to the bar of an upscale hotel by myself dressed shall we say to attract attention. My mission would be flirting with and taunting the businessmen that were away from their wives. David would arrive after me and watch from a distance. Once he felt that I had teased the business travelers long enough, he would sweep me away to an elaborate hotel suite where we would have hotel room sex for the rest of the evening. You see, while David and I were dating, I would frequently go out with girlfriends stirring up trouble at nightclubs. It was fun to taunt guys at the clubs. The thought of playing the mischievous vixen with complete strangers sounded kind of fun. With David nearby provided a safety. Besides, I would get the added benefit of taunting him from a distance as well. I did my best not to let on that he had sparked my interest. Again he paused for a moment assessing my reaction. A bit of a smug grin spread across his face as he realized I was not objecting up to this point. I was wondering if I had somehow tipped him off that this last idea had piqued my interest. After a brief pause, he continued, "So, that video that your audience caught last weekend." "My audience?" I interrupted, "I do believe 'our' audience of the two boys was probably more interested in watching you instead of me." I smirked a bit, as David understood my reference that the two guys who had watched our little show in the woods turned out to be a gay couple. David laughed at my comment yet managed to stay on topic. "Anyway, you know that I was disappointed that the video they posted was not that good. Between not holding the phone steady to being too far away, it took a bit of imagination to figure out what was really going on in the video. Anyway, I have learned about a video production company in Las Vegas that helps couples produce high-quality movies. It all works out great since I have a conference in Las Vegas later this month." "I will leave early for the trip and take you with me so we can spend the weekend in Las Vegas. The video crew likes to schedule these shoots on weekends so it does not interfere with their regular work during the week. Everything is working out that we can make our movie on that Sunday with plenty of time for you to catch an early evening flight and be back home before it gets too late." I sat up and took a deep breath. "Wait, do I understand you correctly? Are you saying that you want me to have sex in front of a camera crew to create a porn movie?" Argh! That totally came out louder than I wanted. Blushing a bit, I glanced at the tables nearby. The couple sitting nearest to us obviously overheard my little outburst. They both quickly looked away as I glanced in their direction, although neither of them could conceal their giggling. David didn't deny it. He just said, "When buying a car you need to come up with the down payment. It's not like you are buying a used Chevy. Besides, I know that you are not entirely adverse to the idea of making a movie. During our diving trip to the Caribbean last summer, you were quite the enthusiastic participant playing around with the new camera. I watched the video again this week. It is unmistakable that you enjoyed role-playing in front of the camera. As a matter of fact, you put on quite the show." I bit my lip, he was right. When we made our movie, it was kind of fun. But that was also during a vacation in the Caribbean and after a few too many drinks. David's proposition was going way beyond the idea of capturing us in our most intimate of moments in complete privacy. He was talking about a full-blown video crew being there in the room with us, recording everything. Then what would happen to the video? I took another sip from my wine, followed by another. For the moment, my head was spinning as I was digesting what David was proposing. While I was a bit overwhelmed by David suggesting such a thing, at the same time I had to admit that I was slightly taken by the thought. It was at that moment that I believe David realized he had me. Interrupting my quiet contemplation, David continued, "The video crew is available the Sunday afternoon before the conference I am attending. They have requested that we confirm by Monday morning. Their director has also given me a list of things to think about ahead of time. They recommended that you schedule a waxing a few days before the shoot. You don't have to wax everything off, but they did recommend having it done professionally vs. doing it yourself. You know me, personally I prefer you to at least keep a nice little landing strip. However, if you prefer to go completely bare, it is up to you. I have the rest of the details in an email. I'll send it to you when we get home." I gulped a bit at the realization that David had momentum on this moving down the path to scheduling the crew right down to waxing my lady bits. My mind was still churning on the idea that David had even proposed the idea. I had not even gotten to the point of processing his proposal. Still holding my wine glass I took another sip, although this time I think it was more than a gulp as I finished my glass. David waved to the waitress to order another glass of wine for me. "After we are done with the video shoot on Sunday afternoon, you can fly home that night. I will be in Las Vegas attending the event for most of the week. Once I get home, we will go pick out your car. After all, your down payment will be securely deposited, so to speak. I am assuming that you want to go convertible, right? Do you have a color picked out yet?" David was trying his best at moving smoothly from the most controversial topic of asking me to perform in front of a camera crew making a porn scene straight to picking out the color my new sports car. I moved the conversation off his video proposal and moved back to the broader picture. "Down payment?" I asked. "You seem to be working on a very assumptive conclusion here. You are asking for down payment and setting up payment terms, all before making sure that I really want the car. I think that you could have a potential career as a car salesman." David had a strong, confident look on his face. "We are not really negotiating here. What we are doing is finding ways to open ourselves to new opportunities, to experience things that most people never imagine possible. Imagine being able to experience things that are on the edge that most people don't even dare to dream of going there. The sports car is nothing more than a symbol that you have broken away from the pack in capturing not only your dreams but your innermost desires." David was trying to move the conversation into some abstract vision of what he was really asking, and he has always been good with negotiations. I instinctively moved the conversation back to reality. "I believe we are negotiating. You are asking me to become a porn star, baring everything and having sex in front of a group of strangers. This is more than negotiating terms for a new sports car. I don't recall any of my girlfriends ever having to become a porn star as part of getting a new car or anything else for that matter. Maybe they will put on some slutty lingerie or treat their husband to a blowjob. Besides, it's not like I don't make a good income on my own. You do remember that I have a law degree don't you? And even though I am still starting out, I am still making good money, right?" I knew that I had unloaded a bit as I took a breath. The timing of our waitress was almost on queue as she appeared with another glass of wine. Her presence helped to put a momentary pause on our conversation as I thanked her and took a sip of wine. David paused for a moment as we both collected out thoughts. This was not going the way he had hoped. "Look at it this way. How many couples try and create a home movie and they get mediocre results or even worse with their home video camera? Remember the video that we created on vacation? The end result wasn't great and definitely did not capture the moment. This is a unique opportunity and something just for us. We don't have to tie this to your new sports car, think of this as something as an opportunity. How many of your friends will ever have this kind of an opportunity ever in their lives?" Again, David paused as he studied my response. Feeling it was time for a bit of levity, David tossed into the conversation, "Besides, how many of your friends drive a sports car that cost $90,000? Do you think they could get that wearing a bit of lingerie and a blowjob? Or are you trying to negotiate for an even more elaborate car?" Again David was trying to move off the real topic as I steered us back on track. "Something for us? I think this is more of something for you. Is this your way of creating you own personal porn for business trips? Will this be a late night entertainment for your hotel room? You know, there are other options including using video calls at night when you travel." As nonchalantly as possible I undid a button on my blouse. "Wouldn't seeing me live be much better?" Smiling, David leaned forward. "Unfortunately the internet speed at most hotels won't support video. So your answer is, yes this is my way of taking you with me on business trips. When I am alone in the hotel room at night and sexually frustrated that you are not there, I can grab a bottle of lotion, start up the video on my laptop and, well let's say relieve my frustration." I was a bit surprised at David's candor and matter of fact admission of jacking off in his hotel room while away from home. It's not like the idea of him doing it surprised me, but the openness caught me a bit off-guard. "Maybe I like it when you come home from a business trip with pent up frustration. You know that I like teasing you just before you leave on a business trip to make sure that you know I will be waiting for you when you get home. Remember a couple weeks back when I dropped you off at the airport and you had to strategically place your jacket to hide your hard-on?" As I spoke, I slowly pulled at my open blouse intending to show him a bit more cleavage when the next button popped open on my shirt. I chose not to do anything about the button at that moment. I just shrugged and took another sip of my wine. Now on my third glass of wine, it was giving me a bit more courage than normal as David smiled with his eyes glued to my cleavage. It was right about this time in our conversation that another couple was seated at a table right next to us. Close enough that we both changed the conversation onto something more suitable for our suroundings. Through the rest of dinner despite the discussion at hand, my mind was still churning on David's idea of creating a full-blown porn movie. He was right that when we were on vacation that I thoroughly enjoyed recording our own little video. In my mind, I was starting to imagine performing not just for a camera, but a full camera crew. Having so many buttons open on my blouse and exposing more than a little of my bra and cleavage was fueling my thoughts of displaying myself to a camera. This idea of blatantly revealing not just my body but being bared in a very carnal way was stirring in my mind. I started to think what it might have been like to have a real video when I allowed David to take me on the mountain trail. The idea of capturing the moment felt wicked. But it also lost the appeal of putting my body on full display to anyone that wouild stumble upon us in our moment of passion. At some point during dinner, it dawned on me that we could take another attempt at creating our own video at home. As David and I chatted during dinner, my mind was churning on how to best play this out. It needed to be a video tailored for my husband to view while on a business trips. I glanced at my watch to confirm that it had not gotten terribly late, as I contemplated my plans for the rest of the evening. We have a camera and tripod, what else did we really need. As I finished my meal, I excused myself to the ladies room. I took the opportunity to remove my thong and placed it in my purse. When I returned, the waitress had dropped off the desert menu. David ordered an espresso. I declined and told David, "Since we both have our cars here, I am going to get a head start so I can get ready." David asked, "Get ready?" "Just take your time. I will be waiting for you at home. You won't be disappointed." I stood up, kissed him on the cheek, and dropped my panties into his lap. Without looking back, I left the restaurant. Once at home I retrieved the camera and tripod on my way to the bedroom. After setting it up on the corner of the bed, I flipped the view screen of the camera around facing forward so I could see myself once on the bed. After pulling the covers off, I lay down on the bed to make sure the camera was lined up to catch the action. Insufficient Funds Satisfied with the camera positioning, I went to my lingerie drawer. I was sifting through some of my sexier pieces when it dawned on me. The theme of my video is what happens at home while David is away on a business trip. As I paused considering my options, I pulled out a simple nightshirt. Although not over the top sexy, it is much more typical of something I would wear alone at home. My nerves were a bit on edge so I went to the wine cabinet to select a bottle of wine. I was about to pour two glasses as I reflected on the premise of the evening. I poured a glass for myself and rummaged through our liquor cabinet until I found a mini bottle similar to what you would find in a hotel room minibar. I giggled a bit to myself at setting the stage of David at a hotel room grabbing a drink from the minibar. Passing in front of a hallway mirror, a mischievous thought crosses my mind. Retrieving my cell phone, I returned the mirror and pulled the nightshirt off thinking about the right pose for my husband. I tried several poses but was not happy with anything yet. Finally, holding the mini liquor bottle so it somewhat concealed my bare lady bits, I took a close up picture. The picture was perfect and I texted it to David with the comments, "Is my business man ready for a nightcap in his hotel room?" Once again, I dawned my nightshirt returning to the bedroom. I used the time I had left before David would come walking through the door to light a couple of candles and put the video that we had recorded on vacation into the DVD player. I was fussing with my hair when I heard the door to the garage closing behind David. I grabbed his mini liquor bottle, checked myself in the mirror one last time and went to greet my husband. Walking out to greet him I called out, "Did you get my text?" As I entered the kitchen, David appeared a bit disappointed asking why I had put on pajamas. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and handed him an empty glass and the mini liquor bottle. Now he had a puzzled look on his face. I started to explain, "Tonight we are playing that you are away on a business trip. This is for you to drink while you watch a movie that you wife has made for you so that you can, how did you say that again? Oh yes, so you can release some of your pent-up tension. Now come on, let's get to that hotel room and find out what kind of video your loving wife has concocted for you." I went to the bedroom and David excused himself to the restroom. Once in the bedroom I hit the play button for our movie and lay on the bed. Since I had pulled the sheets down off the bed, I tugged at the front of my nightshirt to make sure I was covered. When he came into the room he of course looked at me, then the movie playing on the television, followed by the video camera. David walked up to the foot of the bed taking it in, "It looks like someone likes the idea of being a porn star." "That is what you want from me, isn't it? You want me to be your little sex toy that will perform for you. How about if your sex toy makes you a video for late night entertainment during your business trips?" David smiled, "That's exactly what I want from my sex toy." "I need a little inspiration, come get comfortable and watch our vacation movie with me. The actress is one of your favorites." David stripped down to his boxers and jumped on the bed next to me. His cock was already stirring within his loose boxers. He immediately rolled over putting an arm around me and kissed me. After kissing him for a moment or two, I pushed him back a bit, "From now, you need to assume that I am home alone and you are on a business trip. That means you are going to have to stay on your side of the bed." David rolled back to his side of the bed grumbling a bit, "OK, I will play along with your game, for now." "Shhh, this is one of my favorite parts of the movie." I turned up the volume to the scene of David going down on me. As we watched the movie, I slid a hand up my leg pulling the hem of the nightshirt up to my tummy. I ran just the tips of my fingers through my scant little bush. This was not lost on David, as he was not sure if he should be watching the movie or me. As the scene continued, I slowly pulled the hem of my nightshirt higher. Once the hem of my nightshirt was across my midriff, I slid a hand under the nightshirt and began massaging my tits. The temperature of the scene on the screen was defiantly increasing. "Just the memory of that day gets me aroused. You are so good at going down on me. Just look at how you were turning me on there." I slowly opened my leg opposite of David, giving the camera clear view between my legs. David sat up, "If I am not here, then I can at least hold the camera to capture better video of you." He removed the camera from the tripod and panned the camera across my body. "Tease the camera, show off that hot little body of yours." Teasing I thought to myself. That is exactly what I wanted to do right now. I slid both hands under my nightshirt and exaggerated the motions to make it clear that I was grabbing at my own tits. I was enjoying the idea of taunting David as I began to exaggerate my arousal in front of the camera. As I squirmed on the bed with my hands under my nightshirt, I let out little moans and bit at my lower lip. I was enjoying putting on my little show as David and the camera watched my display. David on the other hand began getting impatient as he broke the silence, "Show me those tits, pull that shirt up and show off those great tits of yours." I responded by reminding him that he is on a business trip. This video is not about him, but all about his wife being home alone and dealing with her own sexual frustration of her absent lover. With that, I pulled the nightshirt back down covering my mid-drift, denying him and the camera of what he had asked for. I could see that David was thoroughly aroused watching my display. I was quite pleased with myself wondering just how long I should be teasing him. I pointed to his growing erection. "That's what I love about you, at the flip of a switch you are ready to go." "Are you saying that your pussy isn't getting wet? I can see through your nightshirt that your nipples are as hard as if I had already been sucking on them. I bet that pussy is wet and just begging to be fucked. Now quit being a little cock tease and take off that nightshirt. Show off your hot fucking body to the camera." When I later watched this on the video, it was obvious that I was caught off guard. In fact, I was clearly like a deer in the headlights. David had never spoken so directly like that before. I sat there stunned for a moment as his words burned into my mind. David was getting impatient, "Are you going to take off your nightshirt or not? If you are making this video for me, then I want to see your tits. And open your legs so I can see your pussy too." I found myself absent-mindedly following his direction, pulling the nightshirt over my head. Now fully revealing myself to David and to the camera, I did not attempt to cover myself as he gazed at my nakedness. Adjusting the controls on the Camera, David was not asking but commanding as he said, "Spread your legs so I can get a close up of your pussy, your already wet aren't you?" His words were fueling my desires. I slowly parted my legs but just a bit. I needed a moment of modesty as I cupped my hand over my lady bits. I could feel just how wet I had become as cupped fingers over my lady bits. I bit my lower lip at the realization that David knew me too well, he knew that I would be wet with desire. David was obviously not satisfied with my modesty, without hesitation he grabbed my ankles pulling my legs open in front of the camera. "Put one hand on either side of your pussy and pull your lips open for the camera." Closing my eyes, I followed his direction as my head was spinning. I slide my hands to my inner thighs, moving them closer until my fingers touched my swollen lips. As David encouraged me, I slowly pulled my lips open to the camera. David gazed intently into the viewing screen of the camera. I noticed he now had a raging hard on. I also could feel my entire body beginning to respond, from my breathing getter deeper to my pulse starting to race. "I told you that your pussy was already wet and ready to be fucked, it looks so hot! Now, play with your clit for the camera." I moved a single finger between my inner lips, my wetness coating my finger as it moved across my clit in a slow circular motion. "That's it, keep going. Grab at your tits with the other hand while you keep working your pussy. I want you to make yourself cum, and then I am going to fuck that pussy and make you come again." Again, his words almost burned into my mind having never heard David speak to me like this before. David's aggressiveness made me realize that this was not what I had had been planning. Yet at the same time, it was undeniable that I was completely turned on by the situation. I fought to focus on a new strategy as my finger continued working my clit per David's direction. I was startled when something landed between my legs. "Use this to fuck your pussy for the camera." I looked down to see that David had retrieved my vibrator and had tossed it between my legs. Once again, he was adjusting the camera anticipating the next scene. This new intrusion gave me the presence to interrupt the flow of what was happening. "This is my video." I paused as I considered my next move. "I have a much better toy that I want to use tonight?" David stood upright behind the camera and smiled. "You have been toy shopping? I am impressed." He returned to the drawer where he had retrieved the vibrator. "That's not where I keep it David." He closed the drawer and turned asking me where it was. I pointed to the tent in his boxers, "Why don't you take it out and bring it to here for me." David didn't need any prompting as he dropped his boxers to the floor and climbed onto the bed. He had taken this as an invitation to make love to me, but I pushed him back with the reminder, "Remember, you are on a business trip." I grabbed his cock firmly; "I just needed to have my favorite toy here on the bed so I can play with it." Now I had caught David, a bit off guard, but he was willing to play this out a bit. With a shrug of his shoulders, he asked where I wanted him. I thought for a moment before having David lie down with his head at the foot of the bed. By placing the camera at the foot of the bed, I thought this position would give the camera the best view possible. As David lay on the bed, I looked through the viewfinder. I saw a lot of David in the image. This didn't hit me right as I thought about my options. I retrieved two bed sheets, placing one over his legs covering David right up to his hard cock. The second sheet was placed over his torso covering everything from his neck, down to his cock. When I was done, I double-checked the view through the camera. All you could see was his hard cock sticking out between the sheets. I turned the viewing screen of the camera around so I could see it once I was back on the bed. Smiling to myself, I returned to the bed and straddled his legs, positioning his cock between the camera and me. Gently stroking his cock, I looked into the camera and asked, "Don't you think that this is a much better toy?" David started to answer as I put a finger over his lips. "Shush, remember that you're not here. If you can't keep quiet, I will have to kick you out of here and do this myself with my old toy." I looked back into the camera as I cupped my hands over my tits, slowly groping myself in front of the camera. I took both nipples between my fingers as I twisted and pulled on them. Letting out a bit of a moan, "My nipples are so hard, I really wish you were here to suckle them into your mouth. Here, let me give you a closer look." I crawled closer to the camera still straddling David as I moved my breasts for a close up in the camera. As I leaned forward toward the camera, I was now just above David as he began to kiss and nibble at my belly. With one hand, I steadied myself on the footboard of the bed as I pushed one of my nipples in for a close up to the video camera. I watched the viewing screen as I pulled and twisted on my own nipple. "When you get home I want you to nibble on my hard little nipples and twist them between your fingers and pulling on them just like this. You know how that turns me on." As I was teasing the camera, David was doing his best to squirm down from kissing and nibbling my belly to parts further south. I sat upright and adjusted the camera to get a wider shot of both tits. This also positioned my lady bits within reach of David as he began work his tongue against my clit. The camera could not see David, only my tits and above. As David nibbled on my lady bits, I continued massaging my breasts as I pulled and twisted at my nipples for the camera. All the while talking to the camera. "Are you curious about what your wife does when you leave me home alone? You know that I tend to work late or go to the gym at night when you are gone. But when I get here, in our bedroom is when I think about being alone. After you are gone for a few days, I start getting frustrated that I don't have an outlet for my more personal needs? I know what you are going to be doing when you are in your hotel room. You are going to be watching this video, watching me playing with my tits as your cock starts to swell in your shorts. This video will keep you in your hotel room instead of going to pick up some little slut in the hotel bar. After all, isn't that one of your fantasies?" "You want me to dress up like a little slut and go to a hotel bar looking for horny businessmen away from home. Do you want me to wear a dress that clings to every curve of my body and shows a little too much skin? Maybe I will find a dress that I can go without a bra or panties. I know that you like it when I go without a bra." "Will you be sitting across the room, watching me toy with them? Knowing there is absolutely nothing under my dress. All the time I will be playing with them, leading them believe that they have a real chance of taking me to their hotel room and doing what they want with me. But after I whip them into a sexual frenzy, you will swoop in and take me to your hotel room. Once you steal me away from the other businessmen, will you use me as a fuck toy that you don't care about? Is that what you want from me, from your own personal fuck toy?" I could feel myself getting lost in the moment. I had never actually spoken like that before. Between what I was saying, playing with my own nipples and David nibbling on my pussy, I knew that if I did not change things soon that I would begin to lose control. I was torn between pleasing myself and capturing more on the video recording. I lifted my hips from David telling him that if he moved so much as a muscle that I would quite this little game. After adjusting the camera, I moved back down to my previous position of straddling David with his cock between the camera and me. I took his cock in my hand, lightly stroking it as I looked into the camera contemplating my next move. I could see that the camera was positioned nicely. In the viewing screen, I could see all of "my toy" and me. David was out of the scene with the sheets still in place. With a bit of a smirk and still looking into the camera I began, "So, do you think that my pussy is wet and begging to be fucked? Is that what are thinking right now." I slowly traced a finger from the nape of my neck tracing down my body. "Let's see what we will find down here." As my finger approached my bush, I paused. "I bet that you want to see this up close, don't you." I took the remote for the video camera and pressed the zoom button. I watched in the viewfinder as the camera zoomed in. I moved from straddling David on my knees to sitting on my bum with my legs open toward the camera. Making sure the camera was still properly framed, I zoomed in a bit more to get the close up that I knew David wanted. My finger slowly traced through my bush and drifted down between my lips before I let it sink inside of me. I closed my eyes and moaned out load for the camera. I started to rub my finger along my slit dragging it over my clit before sinking it inside of me again. Through a slow, sultry voice, "Oh yes, it is wet and ready to be fucked. My husband is away on a business trip again leaving me at home with my toy. Do you want to see me fuck my pussy with my toy? Is that what you want me to do?" David began to respond and I grabbed his cock hard in my hand. "I know this thing has a mind of its own. But unless it can talk, you are not here remember?" Tightened my grip on his cock I raised an eyebrow until I could see that he understood that I was in charge. I loosened my grip on his cock and began lightly stroking his shaft. As I toyed with just the head of his cock, it twitched in response. I smiled to myself as I continued taunting David. I went from sitting on David's legs, back to straddling him as I leaned forward to adjust the camera. As I did this, I could feel his cock bobbing between my legs and David moving his hips in hungry expectation of my taking him inside of me. Settling back down facing the camera, I sat on David's lap so my pussy was nestled against his balls. I put the palm of my hand on his cock holding it against my tummy lightly stroking him and grinding my hips down against him, letting out a bit of a moan. After a bit of this, I began to slowly raise and lower my hips still holding his rigid cock against my tummy, each time raising my hips a little higher. As I did this, the head of his cock would slide against my fingers and through my bush, getting slightly closer to my pussy each time I raised my hips. "You're imaging me lifting my hips high enough that I can line up the head of my toy between my lips of my pussy, aren't you? Then what? Do you want me to slowly lower my hips, until my toy is completely buried inside of me. That is what you are thinking right now, isn't it? Is that why your hips are gyrating under me in anticipation?" I closed my eyes and let out a little moan as I continued pumping my hips dry fucking his cock. Each time as I lifted my hips, I could feel the head of his cock sliding against my tummy and descending down through my bush. Each time, just as the head of his cock slid between my lips, I rotated my hips slightly denying him entrance inside of me. David let out a moan of frustration as he bucked against me and grabbed at my hips trying to position himself to push inside of me. I ground down against him still holding his cock against my tummy, making sure that I had control of the situation. "I love my new toy, it is much more exciting than my old toys. But you using your hands isn't allowed, you're not here remember." Once again, I slowly raised my hips until his cock slipped through my fingers. I watched it twitch in excitement as I kept my pussy just out of reach. David began to move his hips trying to push his cock closer to me. I used the remote control to zoom in a bit as I tried to capture David's cock with my lady bits hovering above him. I firmly grabbed his cock in my hand and lowered myself just until the head of his cock touched my pussy. I slowly started to move the head of his cock back and forth as it slipped between the lips of my pussy. Honestly, I was fighting the temptation to slip him inside of me and ride his cock right then. Instead, I used the head of his cock to tease my clit. I let out a slow seductive moan and started to run the head of his cock back and forth along my slit. "My toy seems to have a mind of its own. Are imagining me guiding the head of that hard cock along my wet lips until it lines up with my pussy so you can push inside of me. Are you imagining my pussy sliding down onto that hard cock until you are completely buried inside of me? You know that I am so wet that my pussy would easily slide all the way down that thick shaft of yours. My tight little pussy would be wrapped around your cock accepting every inch of it inside of me." I barely slipped the head of his cock inside of me. With my fist wrapped around the shaft of his cock, there was no way he would be able to push inside of me. "Just imagine your cock sinking deep inside of me until my hips are grinding into yours. Once you are fully inside of me, I would just grind my hips into you pushing every bit of you inside of me." Insufficient Funds I raised him hips and released my grip from his cock. "Do you think I should use my new toy to fuck my pussy? If I don't do something, my pussy is going to keep me up all night, aching to be satisfied." David's cock was twitching between my legs, begging for attention. "But you want me to be your sexed up plaything. You want me to be crawling the walls with pent up sexual energy counting the minutes until you come home from your business trip, waiting for you to come fuck me. Is what you want? You want me to keep all this tension pent up and ready to explode the minute you walk in the door?" I reached between my legs and gently stroked his cock. "What about you? When you are away on your business trips, do you let all of that sexual tension build up in those big balls of yours until you get back home to me. When we finally make love you release all of your pent-up sexual tension exploding inside of my pussy? Or when you are alone in your hotel room do you grab your cock fantasizing about being inside of me? Or maybe you fantasize about finding a hot young business woman at the hotel bar that is having one too many drinks and is willing to be someone's sex toy for the night? Just like you want me to be for you, isn't that right?" "Did you know that I can tell when you have been jerking off when you travel? I love it when you have been gone for several days and you come home horny as hell and pump a huge load of your seed inside of me. That's how I can tell. I can feel it when you have a full load that you pump inside of me." As I spoke to David, I continued grabbing his cock tighter and started more aggressively jerking on his cock. "When you jerk off in a hotel room, do you grab the lotion from the bathroom, so it feels more like my pussy sliding up and down your cock? Maybe something more like this?" I ground my hips against him, holding his cock in place with my hand so the length of his cock slides along the lips of my pussy. I gyrated my hips along the length of his shaft. I was so wet that I could feel my juices covering his cock. Each time I slid forward, the head of his cock got closer to my opening prompting David to move his hips attempting to slip inside of me. I would make sure that just before that happened I would slide my hips back again, denying him, teasing him and increasing his frustration. I continued to slide my pussy along the length of his cock, talking to him about being home alone and horny when he travels. I looked at the viewfinder of the camera. I loved the image of his cock nestled between my swollen lips. The site was turning me on, not to mention how it was stimulating my clit. My body was responding and I knew that if I kept going I would be coming soon. "Oh, this has to feel so much better than having your hand wrapped around your cock. I bet that I can make you come just like this. You are going to shoot your load just like when you are in a hotel room, fantasizing about being inside of me." Placing my hand under his cock, I held it firmly against my pussy as I ground my hips back and forth, stimulating my clit with each pass. David begged me to let him inside of me. His pleas went unanswered as I was lost in my own pleasure. David's rigid cock was the perfect toy right now; covered in my own juices his cock rubbing against my clit fueling my own climax. I had started to thrust my hips faster trying to push myself over the edge. I released his cock as I ground my hips down into his with everything that I could. I steadied myself with both hands on David's shoulders as I took long hard thrusts, dragging my clit along the full length of his cock. I could feel myself slide down to the base of his cock, and down onto his balls. Only to pull myself back up along his shaft just short of letting the head of his cock gain entrance inside of me before pushing myself back down along his shaft onto his balls again and again. Completely lost in myself I felt an orgasm building inside. I had found a sweet spot where I rubbed my clit against his cock. I was completely lost in the moment as my orgasm peaked and swept through my entire body. As the orgasm washed through me, I collapsed against David, panting out loud as I came back into the moment. I felt David's arms were wrapped around me as his hands moved slowly over my bare skin. I felt that there was something wet against my tummy. I lifted up to see that David had climaxed as well, making quite the mess by shooting his load on his stomach and the sheets. I rolled off David and lay next to him. David's groin was covered with my juices and his stomach had globs of his own cum. I was quite happy with my accomplishment. The next morning, David got up much earlier than I did. When I awoke, I found him with half a pot of coffee already gone and working on his laptop in the kitchen. As I poured my own coffee, I saw that he had the video camera sitting next to his laptop. He was hard at work as I peered over his shoulder. On the screen was a close up of me playing with my breasts. I asked David how he liked my down payment. David sighed, "Remember when we talked about how the video company helps couples to really capture the moment?" A questioning look came across my face, "I think I remember something about that." David told me to sit down so he could show me the video. Over the next few minutes, he would fast forward through scene after scene. More often than not the camera bouncing around, or the action was not properly positioned in the frame, not getting the best angle for the action, or just not capturing the scene at all. It did not take me long to see where David was going with this. David closed the lid to his laptop and sat back in his chair, pausing for a moment or two before speaking. "Last night, you were absolutely incredible. If you are able to be half that good with the video crew, we will have an amazing movie." I sat back sipping my coffee, trying to make sense of everything. The night before had been an incredible sexual experience. Reflecting on the night before and comparing to the video that we had captured, I had to admit the video was a bit disappointing. David stood up from the table and in an upbeat voice said, "Let's look at it this way. In the spirit of negotiations for your new car, we have established that you are agreeable to the overall terms. But what we have is a down payment that had insufficient funds in the bank account to cover the check." Crossing my arms, I blurted out in response, "Wait, are you insinuating that I bounced a check last night? I seem to remember that you were quite satisfied last night. It's not like I sent you to bed sexually frustrated!" "Ok, maybe that was not the best analogy. We just return to our original plan and keep our appointment with the video company in a few weeks. Just think of this as a dress rehearsal." David had given me a quick kiss on the cheek before he went to take a shower. Sitting in the kitchen by alone, I opened the laptop and went back through the video again. I was frustrated that the results of our video were not better. Nonetheless, as I watched the movie, it got my mind returning to the night before. I began to imagine having a video crew watching me last night, capturing my illicit actions as I had used David's cock like my personal sex toy. There was one part of me that did not like the idea of strangers watching me in my most intimate of actions. Yet, I could not deny that there was another part of me that was secretly excited at playing the role of an extroverted exhibitionist in front of a camera crew. I had absent-mindedly started to stroke my thigh as I watched the movie. I finished my coffee and closed the lid to the laptop. I grabbed the video camera deciding to surprise David by experimenting with a shower scene. Now that I look back at this particular moment, I realize it was right then that I went tumbling headfirst down the proverbial rabbit hole. Insufficient Funds I tried to warn her that every thing was OK. That there was no need for her to get involved, but nooooo. She had to be all big boss lady and ask Miss Thompson into her office. Well it serves her right for what happened. Not long after they disappeared behind the door I was paged to see Miss Stills. Boy did I get the shock of my life when I went in there. I don't really want to say what I saw because I've been trying to keep the rumors down at the bank, but lets just say Jamie may have had a problem going to the bathroom afterwards. Any ways, while they were doing their thing, Miss Thompson informed me of a few changes that my former boss had agreed to. Namely the voluntary demotion. I thought Jamie was nuts when she shook her head in agreement. She had such a good job. Why on earth would she not want it? But when Miss Thompson suggested that Jamie and I switch positions, I didn't argue. Despite tears in her eyes, at the mention of switching positions I swear Jamie gave a loud moan and her whole body began to shack. Now that I remember, she looked so silly riding her ass into Miss Thompson's heel. Opps, didn't mean to say that! Oh well. So any ways, it was pretty hard for my former manager when she first took over my old job. Despite being a teller when she first started working at the bank, she apparently had forgotten all about how to do it, and had to learn all over again. The other teller girls were very helpful with her, teaching her how to say Yes Ma'am and Thank you Ma'am, as well as how to properly check photo ID's and account numbers before running off to fetch their money. I did however make sure everyone knew the reasons why Miss Manager made the decision to demote herself. That she could no pretend to know what she was doing, and that she needed a job less "mentally" challenging. The staff tease her about it to no end. And no, I haven't told anyone about what I saw Miss Thompson doing to Jamie that day. I think she'd just be too humiliated if everyone knew. But I do get worried sometimes when I catch her during breaks. She has a habit of running off to the maintenance room, where she can't stop herself from taking off her heels and trying to fuck her ass and cunt at the same time. Doesn't she know she looks ridicules hunched over the copy machine like that? What if the other girls catch her? I think the poor girl is traumatized by the whole thing with Miss Thompson, but as I said earlier its all her fault. In any case I'm sure she'll be just happy to know Miss Thompson called me the other day to tell me she'll be visiting soon. Something about a withdrawal. The End! *********** All Comments are greatly appreciated, please send them to: Your encouragements keep me going :) ******* This work is copyright (c) 2003 by Phoenix Arrow. You may download and keep copies for your personal use as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the copies. Please do not post this story to any web site without permission from the author. All other rights reserved. No alteration of the contents is permitted.