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Changing Direction Ch. 01

By: deliciousthoughts



Chapter One: Dubai

The soft pressure between Ella's legs slowly brought her out of her sleep. Half conscious, she opened her legs wider so that the tongue running down the length of her labia had more room. Arching her back, she thrust her hips forward to meet the lapping contact.

"Mmm, yes, that's just how I like baby," she murmured, her normally bright eyes lidded as waves of pleasure shot up through her spine.

Her clutching hands found the head between her thighs, holding him there while her slim hips arched up towards the attentive tongue. A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips when it edged inside her.

"Like that ... just like that," she panted, curling her fingers into her boyfriend's soft stubbly hair.

Bringing her out of her sleep like this was one of Marc's specialities. Their relationship might have been going downhill for a few months but the sex was still good. Amazing in fact! They were extremely compatible in bed, if not elsewhere.

It was the last day of their Dubai holiday and she'd persuaded him to take the break in the vague hope that it might save their relationship. It hadn't worked out like that. Despite being on holiday in such a romantic location, they had still found plenty of time to bitch at each other even over the smallest things. 

Marc was between jobs but had plenty of plans for the future. The problem was that she wasn't sure if all of those plans included her, or even when he expected that future to start. 

If she wasn't included, well, she was an independent girl. And in some ways it would be a relief to escape the silly arguments that took place everywhere other than the bedroom. She would enjoy the last rites of their relationship rather than worrying about what was going to happen and right now, that enjoyment was focused on the orgasm beginning to bubble inside her. 

Once he'd thoroughly satisfied her, she'd spend the rest of the day on the beach until it was time for their flight. 

And right now, as she glanced downwards, she had no complaints. 

His fingers had dug more tightly into her thighs as he shuffled on the bed to make himself more comfortable. The contrast in her tanned Mediterranean skin against his dark ebony skin always made her hot. When he momentarily pulled away so that he could grin up into her eyes, she instantly pushed his head down into her wet folds. The cocky so-and-so could wait until she'd reached her climax before he started congratulating himself. 

"Did I say stop?" she snapped.

Her hips pushed even higher as his tongue probed inside her again. Even the morning stubble that scraped across her skin felt sexy. She curled her right foot around his neck and tugged him closer as her clawed at the sheets, her red fingernails digging into the soft fabric.

"Yes, there... just there..."

She was whimpering like an animal on heat. She always did when she began to lose control. Just like this. Her foot tightened around his neck and her hips frantically humped upwards. She was using the whole of his face to reach her climax and when it arrived she threw her head back and announced her release with a throaty cry. 

Her thighs continued to squeeze his juice stained face until her climax had subsided and only then did she let him free. 

But even then, the beautiful brunette wasn't finished. Moving quickly, she twisted her body over his, straddling him before he could react and sheathing his impressive hardness inside her. 

"Don't think you're getting out of this bed 'til you've fucked me silly," she rasped in his ear, as her hips began to work on his length.

She'd always been such a greedy girl...

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With their main luggage already packed for their late-afternoon return journey, Ella's beachwear needed to be light enough for her to be able to tuck it away afterwards in her on-flight overnight bag.

The red bikini was perfect. And deliciously revealing, too. The skimpy top barely contained her perky breasts and her nipples, still hard from their early morning lovemaking, were thrusting sexily through the thin material. Then there was the little red g-string that barely passed as a bikini bottom. It only just covered the slight rise of her mound. 

Their break-up might be almost inevitable, but while Marc might not fully appreciate what he would miss out on, she was determined to ensure that everyone else would. And where better to find a confidence boost than in the admiring glances of a few strangers?

She'd have to wear the white shawl over the bikini on the journey to and from the hotel's private beach, of course. Women were much more constrained over here, even in the relative security of the hotel.

With Marc off somewhere, probably on the phone to one of his idiot friends, she was determined to enjoy her last few hours on the golden sands. Some sunbathing and the occasional dip in the clear blue water would set her up nicely for the long journey home.

She needed relaxation right now, not another stupid spat.

There were already quite a few couples scattered around the private beach when she made her way outside. She made her way to a spot beside a palm tree, knowing that she'd appreciate the shelter later when the sun was at its highest.

Women were busy lathering themselves with sun tan protection as she wandered past them, while their husbands or boyfriends pretended to occupy themselves while surreptitiously eyeing up her body. Their not so subtle glances were clearly apparent even behind the designer sunglasses they all seemed to wear.

Married men. They were all the same. It did make her chuckle, though. The thought of them furtively wanking behind their wives backs, while they imagined they were fucking her, was hot.

Ella wasn't the only woman they were slyly ogling. The woman sitting under the striped umbrella on the nearby lounger was a target, too.

Ella had noticed her earlier in the week. How was it possible to miss someone with such a definitive look? With her voluminous strawberry blonde hair, full pouting red lips, pale skin and voluptuous body, she was a glamorous throwback to an earlier age. As absurd as it might seem, the woman appeared to have styled herself on Marilyn Monroe.

Nor did she have any inhibitions about flaunting her store-bought tits in the overhead sun. Like yesterday, she had already removed her top and her bare breasts thrust proudly from her body.

It was strictly forbidden to bathe topless, of course, but this woman didn't seem to care.

Ella dropped her towel and bag by the sun lounger next to the palm tree. Glancing around to ensure the maximum numbers of eyes were on her, she made a deliberate show of slowly removing her white shawl and then languidly stretching her arms over her head. The wives might have been sending disapproving scowls her way, but all male eyes had quickly found their way to her pert body as she teasingly stretched out. 

That would give them something to argue over, she giggled to herself, just as another thought occurred to her. Acting on instinct, she untied her top and stood for a moment, posing topless, before sliding down onto the lounger. If the other woman could, why couldn't she?

It didn't take long to fall asleep. Maybe it was the early morning sex, or the growing heat out in the sun? She had no idea how long she dozed, but when she woke it was to a shadow passing across her closed eyes.

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"I brought you a drink," the Marilyn-lookalike said, looking down at the younger woman.

She'd been watching the hot young brunette all week and waiting for the right opportunity to approach her. Everything she had observed so far had indicated she'd be a perfect acquisition for the business she worked for. The girl had a great figure—beautifully toned like an athlete—and clearly enjoyed being the centre of attention. 

Her exhibitionist trait and naturally sexy way of attracting attention was there for all to see by the way she acted when she had reached the pool. In short, she was a right little cock-tease. 

And even better still, her boyfriend was nowhere to be seen.

The girl—twenty-one, twenty-two?—twisted in the lounger and shielded her eyes despite the shades.

Marilyn offered her one of the two couple champagne flutes in her hand as she took a seat on the lounger next to her.

"I got us a couple mimosas, darling. I gather you're heading back home later today? Such a shame."

The girl sat up and stared at her in surprise. Marilyn had deliberately sat beside her bikini top so that she couldn't reach it without appearing obvious. Those perky tits were worth admiring, but it was more that she wanted to see her reaction. There wasn't one. She appeared unfazed. Excellent.

"That's very kind," the girl said, taking the drink. "How did you know I was leaving today?"

"It isn't hard to find out these things," Marilyn said, with a knowing smile.

She already had the conversation planned out in her mind. It wouldn't be difficult to lead the brunette in the direction she wanted. The girl wouldn't even know what was happening until it was way too late.

"There's a pretty Brazilian receptionist who's infatuated with me and keeps her ear close to the ground. In my line of work, I like to know what's going on."

There it was. Let her know she was bi. And provoke her curiosity, too.

"Your line of work?" the girl asked inquisitively.

Even behind her oversized sunglasses, Marilyn could clearly see that the brunette was studying her body. That was definitely a good sign.

"I work for a modelling agency, darling." She held out her hand. "I'm Marilyn, by the way."

The girl sat up further as she took the proffered hand. She was interested now, but then impressionable young women always were when she casually mentioned her profession. Not that it adequately explained her role. That would come later.

"Oh, hi. I'm Ella. So, er, you work for a modelling agency?"

"Mm-hmm," Marilyn answered, sipping at her drink, "One that looks for a special type of young woman, one who fits with our philosophy."

Her gaze didn't leave the brunette as she left the statement hanging open ended. The girl's sparkling brown eyes couldn't disguise her curiosity. So far, so good.

"Occasionally it's possible to find a new gem, a fresh face who expresses an interest in a modelling career," she added, pushing a strand of her blonde hair away from her eye. "Have you modelled before, darling?"

There it was. The hook. It never failed.

"Me?" Ella gushed at the compliment. "No I haven't, not at all. I actually work in an office. Not very glamorous but it pays the bills."

She spoke quickly, urgently. She'd been looking for another job for some time. With her relationship with Marc on its last legs, she needed to forge a new beginning for herself. Was this fate? A career in the modelling industry would be the perfect new start for her.

"Is that right," Marilyn mused, taking her time to set the trap.

Placing her glass on the sand, she reached for the bottle of suntan oil lying on the sand beside them.

"Your shoulders look a little red," she said, moving from her lounger to sit on the edge of Ella's.

She did it naturally, with genuine concern in her voice. Sitting behind the girl, she poured some of the oily liquid into her palms.

"Here, let me put some oil on that pretty dark skin, darling. It's important to make sure you're protected, don't you think?"

It was such a personal thing to do, but in the circumstances she knew Ella wasn't going to object. The girl stiffened momentarily at the first touch, but then relaxed a little as Marilyn swept her oil-covered hands soothingly across the bare shoulders. She took her time, spreading the oil liberally across the soft tanned Mediterranean skin.

"I've been watching you this week," she told her. Her voice was low and persuasive. "I like the confident way you hold yourself. You're at ease with your body and why shouldn't you be with a figure like yours."

She was probing now. Every word and action was with a purpose, designed to assess the brunette's suitability. It was uncanny. They'd been looking for new blood for some time now and this girl was perfect. There wouldn't be many adjustments necessary.

But she had to assess the younger woman's mindset. There would be too much invested—time, money—for her to get things wrong. This stage was crucial.

"And you like to use that stunning body of yours in a sexual way, too," she told her.

The voice in Ella's ear was purring, almost hypnotic.

She ran her hands down the side of her body now, her fingertips brushing against the sides of those perky tits. The girl gave a soft shudder beneath her coaxing fingers.

"But you're here with your boyfriend," she continued.

Her voice was even lower and huskier now. The girl's answer would give her the insight she needed into her psyche.

"What girl doesn't like to flirt," Ella nonchalantly chuckled, though her voice was a little breathless from the way the woman's fingers danced along her body. "Boyfriend or not, it's always nice to be admired."

Marilyn let the girl feel her hot breath on her neck and watched her heated reaction. It was exactly the response she'd been looking for. Temporarily moving her hands away from that tempting young flesh, she poured more oil onto her palms.

"You know, we have a vacancy right now for someone with a special look," she told her, happy to progress to the next stage. "I rather do believe that with one or two adjustments, you'd perfectly fit the bill. You'd be interested in an audition, darling? In London?"

"Absolutely," Ella gushed, swinging her head around to meet Marilyn's gaze. Her beautiful brown eyes had widened in excitement at the possibility. "Yes, yes please."

"I'll arrange it then," Marilyn told her, brushing the back of Ella's neck with her full red lips.

Time for the final test...

She casually reached under the girl's arms and cupped her tits. There couldn't be any doubt that the action was blatantly sexual and she could feel the younger woman's nipples stiffen instantly.

Ella involuntarily grabbed her wrists, but then paused. Marilyn knew why. The initial shock had worn off and she was thinking about the opportunity she was being given. Instead of dragging her oily hands away, the girl just held them there, and made no further objection as Marilyn began to expertly manipulate those deliciously perky tits.

"Why don't you give me your phone number and I'll call you within a week," she whispered, as she finally pulled her hands away.

To her satisfaction, the young brunette was panting a little from her touch. In time, she'd turn those pants into screams of joy.

"I'll be in London myself, soon. We'll have lunch together."

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Ella returned to their room half an hour earlier than she had planned. Good, Marc wasn't there yet. She didn't really want to see him right now—she had more urgent things on her mind. 

Heading for the bathroom, she doused her face in water as she filtered the conversation back through her brain. Her mind was reeling with the possibilities. She had to take Marilyn at face value for now but if the woman was serious, this was the sort of opportunity that didn't come along too often. 

It wouldn't have been appropriate to talk money, but if she made it as a model then she was sure she'd no longer need to worry about her career in the insurance world. It paid peanuts anyway, and she was sick of being leered at by the older staff at her office who seemed convinced she was only there for them to lust after.

She had happily exchanged telephone numbers with Marilyn and now she needed to decide what to tell Marc. He'd be supportive, of course, he always was. But she didn't want to give too much away until she was certain of what was happening with their relationship. Maybe she would keep it all to herself until she was sure of where this was going? 

The whole of her body was tingling in anticipation. That was another reason she'd hurried back to her room. It wasn't just the chance being presented to her—the brunette's oily hands had felt good on her skin. A little too good. And when she'd felt her tits...

Up close, the resemblance to Marilyn Monroe had been even more uncanny. The strawberry-blonde looked exactly how the iconic film star had in all those sixties movies she'd watched. It was kind of surreal. Exciting, too. Marilyn Monroe had actually come onto her...

Removing her bikini, Ella hurried into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub. That way she could see herself in the large mirror on the near wall. When she cupped her tits just the way Marilyn had done, the immediate sexual heat she felt was overwhelming.

She pulled her knees up, spreading her legs as she planted the soles of her feet on the edge of the tub beside her. This was one of her favourite fantasies. What if there was someone on the other side of the mirror, watching her masturbate.

Did she have time? There was only one way to find out.

One hand found her right breast and—just as Marilyn had done—she cupped it, savouring the tingles of pleasure that rushed down her spine. She was still sensitive from the blonde's knowing touch but that just added to the moment. 

Her free hand ran down her body and lightly brushed around her navel. Eyes narrowed, she slid it further down between her parted thighs to her waiting sex. She was already wet and watched her reflection as she easily slid one finger and then a second inside her. Her muscles tightened around them, trapping and holding before releasing. 

Maybe there was more than one person watching her through the mirror, she thought. Perhaps there were a few of them? The idea was too good to ignore and sent an electric wave of pleasure through her tight young body. A groan escaped her lips...

Her fingers pushed and probed while her thumb found and rubbed her clit. Oh ... that felt so good. Her body began to rock. 

She thrust her hips forward, providing the mirror with a more personal view of her working fingers. The people watching needed to see. Her fingers moved faster at the thought of them, watching her, wanting her, staring closely at her as she masturbated for them.

She had no idea what time it was, but knew that Marc would be back soon. She needed to get off before then. Or perhaps she would just make him go down on her, on his knees, here in the bathroom, performing for all the imaginary people watching behind the mirror.

The thought was almost too much to bear and another electric wave flashed through her. Oh shit. She was close. She was fucking close. Then an alternative thought occurred. Perhaps it wasn't Marc going down on her. What if it was Marilyn?

Her encounters with her close friend Dani had been less frequent since she had met Marc, and she realised she was missing a woman's touch. She'd have to visit her best friend as soon as she got back to England.

That thought engulfed her as she pounded her fingers faster, harder. That sloshing noise had always been one of her favourite sounds. Look at me, her dreamy eyes told the imaginary watchers as she lifted her hips to give the mirror a better view. 

Her exhibitionist streak was sending her into the stratosphere. 

Watch me, her dark eyes pleaded as her body stiffened and her orgasm began to surface. Watch me cum...

Changing Direction Ch. 02



Chapter Two: The Audition

Ella's mobile phone buzzed once on the counter of her bathroom, making her jump a little as she stepped out from the shower. She grasped it excitedly, checking the text message as she wrapped the fluffy white towel around her body.

Good luck, darling.

Show Bruno how much you want this.

See you soon.

Marilyn x

She had spoken to the gorgeous older woman she'd met in Dubai on a couple of occasions since she had returned to England. The blonde siren had been very keen to get the whole audition thing moving as quickly as possible and, remarkably, it had been arranged within a week. Today was the day.

She still hadn't said a word to Marc about her meeting with Marilyn, nor the follow up telephone calls, or even today's audition. Wait on the outcome, she'd decided, in case it all proved to be a waste of time. She had no intention of looking foolish in front of her boyfriend if it all came to nothing. He'd just laugh at her. 

Marilyn had told her whilst her photographer—Bruno—could be an absolute prick, he was also the best in the business. She'd suggested that the best way to deal with him was to ignore his rudeness, work with him, and follow his instructions to the letter. He knew the industry inside-out and understood exactly what the clients wanted to see.

He'd be certain to bring out the best in her.

Ella tried to control her heavy breathing as she thought of what the future could hold. This time for the better! She'd already turned her life around once—escaping from her troubled background in the Inner City estates. Moving away from it all to the party town of Brighton had taken a lot of guts.

Subsequently meeting Marc had been the icing on the cake, even if the relationship was on its last legs. It had been a great ride until recently, but in truth it was probably only the memories of their happy earlier times that was holding them together right now. 

But this ... this was a chance to make something of herself that was beyond her wildest dreams.

Slipping out of the white towel, she smiled to herself as she checked out her toned body in the floor-length mirror. Perky tits, hard nipples, tight ass—she'd have Bruno eating out of her hand. 

Guys always did.

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Ella sat quietly in the taxi, staring out of the window as it approached the innocuous looking building on the other side of the road. She was disappointed it didn't look more impressive, although the 'Secret Fantasies Modelling Agency' wording subtly emblazoned in red across the cream façade certainly sent a shiver through her.

Marilyn had told her she would explain the derivation of the name when they met for lunch. It was a new concept that would excite her, the strawberry-blonde woman had teased.

That could wait. Right now, the future—her future—awaited.

She took three deep breaths before feeling able to exit the cab and head across the road. The reception area was large and spacious, with photographs of female models adorning the walls. She took a deep breath. Her photograph could be up there soon...

She was still daydreaming when a voice greeted her.

"Ella?"

Wow, that was impressive. The receptionist knew who she was before she had introduced herself. The Latina woman looked attractive enough to be a model herself and had no inhibitions about showing off her mocha brown, curvy flesh in that short, light blue dress.

And nor should she, with that stunning figure. Was this the standard she was up against? Ella hoped not.

"Bruno is expecting you," the dark-haired woman continued, clearly checking her out as she spoke. Those large eyes had definitely taken a moment to take in her entire figure and outfit. "Come on, let me take you to Roy in make-up. Bruno doesn't like to be kept waiting."

A shiver fluttered through Ella's body as the Latina turned on her heels and led the way. This was it. It was now or never. 

Her eyes covered the girl's near perfect ass as she followed her along the narrow corridor. The tight dress clinging to the receptionist's peachy ass looked like it had been almost sprayed on.

She took Ella into a small rectangular room and introduced her to the larger than life make-up artist. His tone, outrageous fashion sense and mannerisms suggested he was gay, but she quickly discovered he was also a genius at hairdressing and make-up.

"What do you think, sweetheart?" he eventually asked her when he had restyled her hair. He had a hint of a lisp.

Ella gave a surprised gasp as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. He had changed her look completely. Her dark hair was woven up so that it looked bigger, much bigger and voluminous, back combed to increase the height. It made her look very glamorous, she thought.

"I love it," she beamed at him, happily teasing the huge hair in her hand.

He grinned at her as he went back to his task, his eyes working her face like an artist worked a painting, applying the make-up carefully and then brushing away the few blemishes she had. When he'd finished, he adjusted the mirror so that she could fully appreciate the effect.

Her eye-liner was black and much thicker than normal, framing her beautiful eyes in an almost feline way. Her cherry red painted lips complimented the heavy, dark mascara and the big silver hoop earrings completed the look.

"Perfect," she gleefully told him, testing the effect by giving a provocative pout into the mirror.

"Perfect, indeed," he agreed, almost preening himself as he admired his own handiwork. "Now, can I get you anything else, maybe a little something to calm your nerves? A glass of wine or a little coke?"

"Um... wine would be good, thanks," she stuttered, a bit surprised at the flamboyant make up artist's offer.

The mention of the coke made her even more nervous. She did drugs regularly, of course, who didn't these days? But cocaine? She'd seen the effects on people she knew and had always stayed away from it. Still, just the mention of the expensive drug cemented the feeling that this was it, the Big Time, and her opportunity to reshape her life.

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Roy took her directly to the dressing room when, at last, they were finished. Ella had had no idea the process would take this long, but the wine had helped calm her nerves.

"Choose either outfit, sweetheart," he told her, holding the dressing room door open. "When you're dressed, just head out of the door on the other side of the room. Good luck."

With that, he blew her a kiss and headed back the way he'd come.

The dressing room was empty other than the long rack and the two very skimpy bikinis hanging from it. These were the outfits? The realisation actually encouraged her. Who had ever been able to resist her in a bikini? Maybe this was going to work out, she smiled to herself. 

Why did she always doubt what she could achieve? 

"Okay, Bruno," she muttered to herself, as she slipped into the black bikini and adjusted it over her perky boobs. "You ain't seen anything yet."

It left absolutely nothing to the imagination, but neither had the red bikini she'd been wearing on the beach when she'd first met Marilyn. She checked her appearance in the mirror before leaving the room and loved her altered state, almost like a different person. 

Sexier, sluttier...

The door to the left took her out into what was clearly the studio. It was much smaller than she'd expected. So was the diminutive photographer.

This was the fearsome Bruno Marilyn had warned her about?

The shaven-headed man facing her was maybe five feet tall—surely no more—as slim as a rake, and with a curiously long pointed nose. Tattoos covered most the arms left exposed by his sleeveless white vest top.

She stepped forward, ready to introduce herself, but the photographer was in no mood for formalities.

"Flaunt it," he barked, clicking off a series of shots without warning.

Shit. He had started already? She wasn't prepared.

"Pay attention," he snapped when she hesitated. It was clear he didn't suffer fools gladly. "Walk across the room. Then back. Look sexy. Think sexy."

She couldn't quite place his clipped accent. Eastern European? He crouched at different angles as she hurriedly followed his instruction, his camera whirling into action never more than a few feet away. 

The degree of uncertainty that washed over her made her feel even more uncomfortable.

The room was small and she had circled it a couple of times before he held up a hand and called a halt to the action. His sour expression confirmed that he wasn't happy.

"Do you know the meaning of the word sexy," he spat out venomously, as if he was trying to provoke a reaction.

His accent was so thick it was difficult to catch every word. But the meaning was clear. His narrow beady eyes stared right through her.

"We try again," he snapped. "Stand tall. Put your right hand on your hips..."

He clicked off a few more shots as Ella tried to do exactly as he asked.

"One leg in front of the other..."

More shots.

"Your left hand in your hair..."

He changed angle this time, crouching low again to gain a different perspective.

"Bruno wants sexy," he told her, barking out the words.

He continued to fire off shot after shot as Ella hurried to obey each instruction he gave, unable to understand why she felt she was struggling to cope. Surely it couldn't be that hard? Especially not for someone who thought of themselves as naturally sexy as she did.

She was trying to follow each instruction to the letter but how could she give her best when he was clearly so unhappy with her? Everything she did, every pose she made seemed wrong, not even close to what he wanted or expected. 

He stood facing her now, that peculiar looking face full of thunder.

"Listen to what Bruno wants," he snapped, his clipped accent even more pronounced than before. "Bruno wants attitude. Feel it, feel it inside. You like to fuck? Show me how you feel when you want to fuck."

Perspiration broke out on her forehead. It shouldn't be that difficult, should it, not when she could feel that slow burning tension inside her that only a good fuck could relieve. She often felt that way when she hadn't had sex for a couple of days. Why couldn't she convey that to the camera? She was trying her hardest to let him see the need inside her. Why couldn't he see what she was trying to show him?

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It was a couple of hours into the shoot before Bruno allowed her to take a break. Nothing was going right. Even on the rare occasion he half-praised something she'd done—a look, a stance, a movement—he instantly wanted more of the same, which somehow made it harder than ever to reproduce.

And that scowl on his face was so scary and intimidating.

He'd given her twenty minutes to shower and change into the cream bikini and waved her off with a dismissive hand that showed his frustration with her. When she'd scuttled back to the dressing room, a bottle of wine was waiting for her.

He's a hard taskmaster but don't get disheartened, the note beside the wine said. It was from Roy. He must have known from experience what she was going through. You can do it, the note ended.

It was just the motivation she needed. Yes, she could. She had to. If she didn't find a way to quickly impress the strange looking photographer, her dream would be over before it started, and that was an option she wasn't even going to consider right now. 

She'd get her mind together and show Bruno exactly how sexy she was.

She drank the first glass quickly and polished off a second before she took her shower. In other circumstances, she would almost certainly have masturbated under the running water. That would definitely have helped temporarily calm the growing sexual tension inside her. 

The intensity of trying to produce the sexy attitude Bruno wanted was starting to arouse her, if not the diminutive photographer. But if she relieved herself it might also lose her the edge Bruno was seeking. It was there, it was clear in her eyes she just had to find a way of letting the camera see. Was it that difficult?

She emerged from the shower with a new resolve and slipped into the cream bikini. If such a thing was possible, it was even skimpier and revealing than the first. That was a good start! 

She quickly drank a third glass of wine. Alcohol always made her horny and she was at her sexiest when she was aroused. She could almost feel it seeping through her veins like an aphrodisiac and smiled wantonly at her reflection in the dressing room mirror. 

Okay, she was ready now—ready to show Bruno what sexy looked like.

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She burst back into the studio, prepared for anything. Bruno instantly swung the camera on her, but she was ready for him this time.

Without either of them saying a word, she sashayed past him as if she was back on that Dubai beach. Head proudly held high, she deliberately swayed her hips provocatively and swung her tight ass from side to side in full teasing mode. Turning back to face him, she arched her back and thrust her tits out. Her nipples were so hard they threatened to explode through the flimsy material.

But still the bastard wasn't satisfied...

He kept pushing her, continually searching for the outer limits of her boundaries. Another half an hour passed but this time she didn't buckle under the pressure. He wasn't going to have that satisfaction. She gave him everything he demanded, with interest.

"Better," he eventually had to concede, circling her body to the right, then the left as his camera whirred, zoomed and clicked. "But I need more..."

Ella stared him down. He did, did he? She really was feeling it now. He was blind if he couldn't see how hot and sexy she was feeling. Surely it had to be evident in the photographs he was taking?

"Think sex. Think fucking. Make me want you."

She snorted. What the hell did he imagine she was thinking of? Make him want her, huh? He'd end up wanting her alright. She threw her head back, both hands in her heightened dark hair, her body swaying infront of him seductively like a stripper. Mouth half-open, she ran her tongue slowly around her glossy lips.

"More," he repeated, the clicking of his camera now machine-like as he focused in on her body. "Make me want to fuck you."

She dropped her hands to her tits, cupping them through the thin material of her top and unable to prevent an errant finger from teasing her already stiff nipples. Bruno's eyes widened fractionally as he dropped to one knee to change angle. That was better, she could see that the expression on his face had changed. 

It was possible after all. She was affecting him. It was as if he could see the heat building inside her. 

The realisation sent a surge of excitement through her. Taking the initiative, she stared at the camera lens as she untied the string at her neck and pulled the bikini top free. Her tits bounced sensually before settling and she arrogantly tossed the top away. Going topless was natural for her and the changing expression on his face confirmed she was winning him over. His huffs of irritation had virtually disappeared.

When he briefly paused to run his eyes across her body, she knew she had him. The camera had taken second place in those couple of seconds. His expression as he devoured her perky tits was more than simply professional. Ella smiled to herself. He was human after all.

She reached for the bottle of oil on the table next to her. She'd noticed it earlier and wondered whether he'd eventually want her to use it. Now, she almost didn't care what he wanted. The tables had been turned and he was in control of the situation now, not him.

Holding the bottle high above her breasts, she allowed the oil to cascade down onto the upslope of her tits, first the right one and then the left. If she expected a rebuke from the photographer, none was forthcoming. He was clicking away again, capturing each soft splash as it landed and then slithered across her naked flesh. 

Thank God that Marc couldn't see her. Her boyfriend knew she was an exhibitionist, but this time she was really was pushing all the boundaries. The heat inside her was growing. 



She dropped the bottle back onto the table, watching as it teetered and then fell on its side. Then her eyes were back on the camera as she caressed the oil slowly and methodically into her skin. The cool wetness of the liquid felt sublime.

Her breath suddenly caught as she recalled the way it had felt when Marilyn had oiled her in Dubai. Eyes narrowed, she lost herself in the moment. In her mind's eye, it was Marilyn's hands that were cupping her breasts now, feeling her nipples burn into her palms.

The soft moan she let out echoed around the small room.

Bruno moved closer, alternately capturing every expression on her face and every caress of her hands. When she tugged on her nipples, the sensations catapulted down her body and between her legs. The feelings were so intense she almost lost her balance.

That felt so good.

"Sit," he snapped, nodding at the carpeted floor. "Now."

Her movements were almost urgent as she did as instructed. It suddenly hit her that, at last, she was in tune with what he'd been trying to achieve. Sitting back, palms on the floor behind her, naked tits thrust out, nipples hard and her legs spread apart, she was no longer posing. She was giving herself totally—to him, to the camera.

Marilyn had said he'd bring out the best in her.

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Bruno stood between Ella's legs, aiming the camera downwards between her thighs to her bikini covered pussy. She'd never felt this sluttish since she'd recently given herself to a guy she'd met in a club. 

They'd spent the last hour of the night gyrating against each other's bodies in the middle of a packed dance floor, working one another into such a state of sexual need that it had been unable to resist. 

Once outside the club, she had hungrily dragged her new friend into a nearby deserted alley. Her need to fuck had been intense. Just like now. Pulling up her figure hugging mini dress, she had slipped off her panties and wrapped her legs around his waist as she'd let him frantically take her against the wall. 

She hadn't even known his name. 

Her eyes were lidded with desire as she stared upwards at Bruno again. The delicious heat inside her was growing out of control. Was this the way all models felt infront of the camera, she wondered? The bulge in Bruno's groin was growing and she felt an irrational urge to unzip those black jeans and take his cock into her mouth.

She wouldn't, of course. She couldn't. She'd never be unfaithful to Marc, not even when their relationship was as shaky as it was. Still, the outline of his cock suggested he was huge for such a small man...

With a sudden surge of lust mixed with exhibitionism, she reached for the tie at the left side of her bikini bottoms and pulled it free. Staring sexily into the lens, she repeated the action with the right tie before hesitating. No, she couldn't do this, could she? But even as the warning bells went off in her brain, she found herself pushing her tight ass up from the floor and tugging the bottoms away. 

Her smooth labial lips were pink with arousal.

Her eyes found Bruno's. He had lowered the camera to his chest and those pinprick eyes of his were watching her closely. She had only masturbated for someone on two occasions. Once was infront of her best friend and sometimes lover Dani, in her apartment, and the other was for Marc, shortly after they'd fucked for the very first time. 

Yet as exciting as those experiences had been, she hadn't been as aroused as this. This feeling was overwhelming. Her tongue swept across her lips a she trailed her fingers down between her thighs. As if on auto pilot, her hips instantly began to move against her hand.




Changing Direction Ch. 02



Bruno watched her for a few seconds more before he carefully placed the camera on the floor beside him. Straightening, his hands went to his black trousers. When he began to unbuckle his belt, Ella's arousal went into the stratosphere. 

She told herself this was nothing to do with the way she was feeling. A blow job was a small price to pay to secure her dream job and she wasn't going to be found wanting. She could deal with the guilt later. 

Her eyes watched transfixed as he flicked open the top button and then dragged down his zip. His cock sprang free as he pushed the trousers and jeans down his thighs. Her gasp as his cock popped free was real. He might be small in stature, but his semi-erect cock was more than impressive. He was even bigger than Marc. 

She sat there for a brief moment, hips thrusting against her gently moving hand, their eyes fixed on one another. But when he took a step forward, she reached out for his throbbing shaft without hesitation. 

Her eyes stayed on his as she began to stroke along the full length of his hardness, listening to him growl as her grip tightened. She'd never needed cock as much as she did right now.

Forgive me Marc, she inwardly murmured, as she dipped her head forward and licked upwards along the full length of his shaft. When he groaned again, she swallowed as much of his thick girth as she could.

Her pussy was throbbing.

His fingers found her dark hair, releasing the clasp and letting it tumble down onto her bare shoulders. Taking strand after stand in his fingers, he held her there as she began to suck eagerly. 

When she took his balls in her mouth, one after another, he let out a gurgling sound and gripped her hair more tightly. He held her head in position as he started to thrust, but she managed to pull away, wanting to tell him to ease off, to let her do the work. They stared at one another, not speaking, but the look on his face told her everything. 

"No Bruno," she said, even before he slid his partially clothed body over hers.

He couldn't fuck her. That was a step too far, even for her.

But the little man was rubbing his cock across her engorged folds now, seeking his way inside her. All she had to do was fractionally lift her hips and that thick shaft would be embedded deep in her.

Her gaze locked on his, trying to make sense of it. She usually went for good looking guys, men with muscles, not short shaven-headed strange men with ridiculously pointed noses and beady eyes. Yet the thought that she was so close to being thoroughly fucked by the heavily panting photographer had her gasping like a bitch on heat.

Her hands gripped his shoulders. To push him away or pull him closer? Ella wasn't sure which right now.

"No, Bruno," she gasped again. 

His cock had finally found her glistening opening. It pressed softly against her, invitingly, testing her resolve. 

"I have a boyfriend..."

Her protesting words trailed off as he pushed inside her. A groan replaced them. Shifting her position to take him deeper, she wrapped her legs around his back. Her willpower, such as it was, had crumbled. This was too good to resist. Forgive me Marc, she told herself again as her dug ankles into his butt to force his cock even further inside her.

"Don't cum inside me," she whispered in his ear as his delightful cock began to thrust into her.

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Ella sat up in bed, listening to the sound of her boyfriend's heavy breathing. Her mind was too active for sleep to come easily. As soon as Marc had arrived at her apartment, she'd taken him to bed and fucked him raw, as if the act would purge her sins.

Afterwards, she'd taken a long bath, trying to rationalise what had happened today. Sex was a weapon all women had, she told herself. She'd used it before and would use it again. It's just that in this one instance, maybe she had gone too far. 

Maybe this time the weapon had even been used against her, she considered for a moment. By the time Bruno had slid his cock inside of her, she had been too horny to give much more than a token resistance. If she was unattached, she wouldn't have even given it a second thought, but—such as it was—she was in a relationship now.

Before she'd met Marc, she had been with a few men to get something she wanted, once going down on a spotty-faced guy just to get tickets for a Prodigy concert. It was so arousingly slutty that she'd almost cum herself halfway through the blow job. 

Mind you, he hadn't been quite as weird-looking as Bruno. But the funny-looking photographer held the key to her future. It was just a fuck and nothing else, she told herself, and if it helped bring what she wanted, she told herself it was more than justified.

Besides, Marc would never know.

Guilt seeped through her body again as she cast her eyes back over to her boyfriend. She'd always had the same problem once she was turned-on—she could never draw the line. Something inside of her always snapped when she was that aroused, and everything, including her own morals, became blurred.

Their fucking had been frantic at first and the photographer had made her cum twice before eventually pulling out and exploding all over her face and tits. It had been deliciously slutty. She could, should, have left it at that. But no, she was so aroused by then that she'd actually taken his surprisingly thick cock back between her lips—and he'd impressively hardened again in her mouth as she'd sucked him clean.

After that, well, how could she ignore the further opportunity? And what difference would it make anyway? She had needed more, to be in control after their first bout. She'd straddled his thin, wiry body and this time it was her who was shagging him—taking her time riding his cock until they had both succumbed to the rising tide. Even now, she could feel the heat of their coupling.

Turning onto her side, she pushed the illicit thoughts out of her mind as she slipped her hand under the bedclothes and found Marc's cock. Sliding her head down under the covers, she curled her fingers around the base and took just the head between her talented lips. When she had him fully erect, she'd wake him and fuck him. 

She had to get rid of all this adrenalin somehow.



Changing Direction Ch. 03



Chapter Three: A new persona


The Bingham Hotel was Marilyn's choice and the sexy blonde clearly knew her restaurants. The light poured in through the Georgian boutique hotel's deco windows and their seats by the French windows offered a sublime view of the Thames. 

A wonderful contrast between several small pleasure boats and a couple of private yachts sailed by as they spoke. Not that Ella really cared. All she had on her mind was the need to hear that her audition had been a resounding success. She'd thought of nothing else since Marilyn had arranged their lunch appointment.

"And keep the afternoon free," she'd said, making Ella wonder what she had in mind. 

Surely that was a good sign? Ella tried to convince herself it was. If it was bad news, surely Marilyn would have just told her over the phone?

But instead of giving her the news she wanted, Marilyn had spent the first hour talking about their recent visits to Dubai. Was she doing it on purpose? Teasing her? Or had the audition really gone that badly? Ella knew she couldn't force the issue and ask, but patience had never been one of her qualities. She just about managed to listen politely by gritting her teeth in an attempt to hold back her frustration.

The frustration was only ended when their main courses had been consumed and the waiter had removed their salad plates. Marilyn finally brought up the subject, but not in the way Ella expected.

"So tell me, darling," she said, splitting the last of their second bottle of wine evenly between their glasses, "How was the audition?" 

Ella's chest heaved. She was being teased, wasn't she? Marilyn's clear eyes were twinkling as the older woman held up her glass, sipped slowly and watched her reactions closely. She was looking for something. But what? An admission about what happened between her and Bruno? No way! She decided to play it cool. 

"It was the most surreal experience," she admitted, choosing her words slowly and carefully. "At first I was completely overawed by Bruno, but ... er, eventually I think I managed to calm down."

A soft blush tinged her cheeks as she finished the sentence. Her companion's warm smile wasn't giving anything away, but it was clear she knew something. Ella found herself crossing and then uncrossing her legs in her anxiety and tried to sit still. 

"You won him over?" Marilyn asked innocently, her amazing eyes still fixed on Ella's.

The blush deepened and she cringed to herself. She'd won him over the moment she'd taken him into her mouth.

"I hope so," she casually said. 

It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep the desperation out of her voice. Why didn't Marilyn just tell her the results of her audition? She tried to keep her tone level as she finally gave in and gave voice to her thoughts.

"Have you heard anything?" 

Marilyn laughed out loud, so hard that she had to cover her mouth with her hand. Ella pouted as she realised that she'd been right all along. The older woman had been playing with her.

"Not only have I heard," Marilyn purred, choking back her laughter. It was time to get serious now. "I've seen the photographs, darling. You did me proud. Bruno produced some wonderfully sexy shots. All the production team loved them."

Ella felt the relief flood through her. All of a sudden, she couldn't keep the smile from her face.

"They did?"

"But of course they did, darling," Marilyn said, turning her head and waving the eager waiter across.

"Two Daniel Bojou Divinessence," she told him.

"To celebrate your new contract," she said with a smile when she turned back to Ella, "If you want it, that is."

"If I want it?" Ella gasped, incredulously. Didn't this woman realise how much it meant to her by now? "I can't tell you how much this all means to me, Marilyn. Of course I want it."

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Marilyn smiled benevolently at the innocent girl. Well, innocent wasn't exactly the right word, she decided, but it would do. Maybe naive was better. The way Ella had flaunted herself in Dubai hadn't been innocent, nor had the way she'd reacted when Marilyn had oiled her toned body. She smiled again. And the way she'd fucked Bruno had been anything but innocent...

"We're going to celebrate your success this afternoon, darling," she told her, softly clinking her cognac glass against Ella's.

There was no need to disclose more. Not for the moment. Let her think about it. The girl had no idea what was in store and Marilyn was going to make sure she fully capitalised on her happy mood. It made it all the easier to manipulate her. For now anyway. That grin had stayed on her face ever since she'd given her the good news.

Such a pretty face...

"And I love your new persona," she added, reaching out to stroke the girl's newly bouffant dark locks.

As usual, Roy had done a wonderful job with her hair and make-up. He'd almost turned her into a different girl—more of a woman, in fact. That big, heightened hair gave her a sleazy, teasing, vampish look that suited her perfectly. Some of their richer clients would love exploiting a woman with that look, especially the Sheik. 

"It's all Roy's work," Ella garbled happily. "I decided to keep the same style for as long as I could. It took a bit of explaining away to Marc, but who cares? Do you think it suits me? I love it."

"It suits you," Marilyn confirmed. "You should keep it."

She smiled benevolently at Ella. The girl was on such a high right now that if she asked her to fuck the waiter, there was a good chance that the young brunette would have agreed.

"It's essential never to underestimate the power of a new look," she went on to explain. "A pretty face and sex appeal will only get us so far, darling. I was successful enough, but as soon as I adapted my appearance to make me look like Marilyn, the clients were eating out of my hand."

She paused long enough to let the implication sink in. The look of awe on Ella's face was rewarding.

"Men have always wanted to go to bed with Marilyn Monroe," she continued, matter of factly as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "Who wouldn't want to fuck one of the most iconic women the world has ever seen? Now they have the chance."

She paused again, not wanting to frighten the girl away. Not at this stage. Change the subject back to something safer.

"So now I am Marilyn," she explained, throwing a hand in the air. "The most sought after model in the agency. That means I'll have made enough to retire in a couple of years. Not that anyone would ever want to walk away from such a fairy-tale job, would they?"

She watched gratifyingly as the girl's eyes widened. Her words and the thoughts she was putting into Ella's head were doing their job. She could almost see her mind ticking over, thinking about the money, modelling, retirement, sex...

Step-by-step, she told herself. She had plenty of time to introduce the concept of escort work to the girl, and everything else that came along with it. That's where the big money was made.

Rich and influential men paid big money to fuck Marilyn Monroe. They'd be willing to pay good money to fuck this young hottie, too, especially now they'd revamped her appearance. Some of the photographs Bruno had taken were extremely sexual, and the video that went with them was the best yet. She wondered how Ella would react when she discovered her intimate session with Bruno had been surreptitiously recorded by the hidden cameras. 

All in good time...

She reached for her Louis Vuitton handbag and passed a couple of photographs over the table, one with Ella in the black bikini and the other in the cream. Both poses were scandalously provocative.

Ella had one hand on her hip in the first, the other hand in her over-styled hair, and was half bent forward with her pert breasts virtually hanging out of her bikini top. She was sitting on the floor in the second, palms behind her, naked breasts thrust out, nipples hard and legs spread wide apart in her tiny bikini thong.

These would be among the photographs the agency would use to advertise her services. Bruno was such an artist...

"These are the two shots that got you the job," she said, with a wickedly glamorous smile.

It wasn't quite true, of course. The job had been sealed the moment the sexy young girl had given herself to her photographer. If she could lose her inhibitions in the studio with Bruno, there shouldn't be any issues when it was time to introduce her to her first client. And Marilyn knew from experience that the Sheik was going to love her.

It took a special type of girl to fuck for money. Marilyn had almost creamed herself when she'd noticed that wonderful quality in Ella when the young brunette had so openly teased the men around her on that Dubai beach. Girls like this didn't come along too often.

All she needed was a little careful handling—and Marilyn was an expert at that...

"Sexy, aren't they?" she said, nodding at the photographs.

Ella was just staring at them. It was as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing, like it was a different person. 

Marilyn smiled seductively. It was time to up the ante.

This time it was a cheque she withdrew from her handbag. She held it between her thumb and forefinger, waving it back and forward, building up the anticipation before finally handing it over the table.

Ella gazed at it excitedly and did a double-take when she checked the amount.

"This can't be right."

Marilyn laughed heartily again. The young beauty sitting across from her looked so bemused, so adorable ... and so fuckable. 

The afternoon she had planned was going to be so much fun.

"It's our standard retainer," she calmly told her, keeping her tone matter-of-fact. "Didn't I tell you the wonderful world I live in is well paid? Welcome to the team, darling." 

She nonchalantly waved her hand for their bill before turning back to Ella. Reaching over, she caressed the girl's soft cheek and looked directly into those overwhelmed young eyes. She had this perfect little kitten exactly where she wanted her.

"I hope you kept the afternoon free," she persuasively asked her. "if you enjoy a massages, you're going to love this."

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Ella had heard of the exclusive North London private health club, of course, but even in her wildest dreams she'd never thought she'd find herself visiting it. It was way too expensive for the likes of her, and yet Marilyn spoke of the place almost like a second home. 

But here she was, laying on one of the heavily padded leather massage tables. Next to Marilyn Monroe.

"Mmm ... enjoying yourself?" the older woman's lazy voice purred.

"Absolutely," Ella gasped, glancing over at the blonde.

The sight that met her was unbelievably sexual. The Indian masseuse was slithering up and down Marilyn's naked torso, using every part of her body to spread the nuru oil into the blonde's pale skin. The light shining into the room from the large windows emphasized the sensual way each woman's body shined and glistened.

Her own masseuse was connecting with every part of Ella's oil-covered body in exactly the same way. It was nothing Ella had ever experienced—so unbelievably sexual and yet so relaxing and dream-like at the same time. The girl's incredibly full breasts pressed into her back, her pointed nipples scraped across her skin, and her groin was doing the most wonderful things to her ass as she slithered on top of her.

Such was the temperature in the small private room that it felt more like a steam room than a massage room. She had heard of nuru massage before, but had never fully appreciated the overwhelming sensuality of the act until now. 

With their black shoulder length hair and large eyes, the naked masseuses were as beautiful as they were voluptuous. Their mouth wateringly large tits were almost too big for their slender frames, and both had cute little matching tattoos—a sort of tribal design—above their sexy, pert and wonderfully big asses.

They had begun by spooning the warm nuru gel all over their bodies—Marilyn had chosen the avocado oil, Ella the apricot—using their hands to begin with but quickly building up the sexual tension by adding their entire bodies as instruments of pleasure. It soon became apparent just how experienced they were in their art, and Marilyn's casual disclosure that the two Indian women were sisters only added to the heat of the moment. 

Ella found herself gasping out loud with each sweep of her masseuse's body over her own. It was as if all of her senses were being assaulted at once.

"Preeti has promised to teach me the art," Marilyn murmured across to her. "At my place..."

Her voice was thick and husky. It wasn't easy to talk right now.

"Perhaps we could make it a foursome," she added provocatively.

Ella tried to respond but the younger of the two sisters was slithering all over her body now. It was difficult to think, let alone speak. She began to groan as Priya upped the pace, and when the girl raised one of her legs up to her shoulder and scissored her, there was no doubt exactly what she had in mind! Their pussies clashed together as the young Indian beauty glided up and down between her oily legs.

Her expert aim and touch was insanely perfect.

Ella bit down on her lower lip as the young woman's clit stimulated her own, left her, and then returned again. The gap was just enough time for Ella's helpless body to crave more. Her groans turned into moans. Dani—her best friend and occasional lover—was very inventive in bed, but nothing like this. When Priya began to move faster, gripping her ass to ensure more friction, it was difficult to breathe. All Ella could do was to react to the all-consuming feelings in her body.

In the far reaches of her mind, she heard Marilyn's moans across from her. It seemed that Preeti was proving to be every bit as effective.

When the Indian sisters began to chanting, the sound only added to the eroticism. The friction increased. The chants grew louder like some sort of ritual. Ella closed her eyes and threw her head back, pumping her slender body against the masseuse's with each pussy clash. Perspiration had formed all across her skin, mingling with the oil.

She was close. So close...

When the orgasm finally arrived, explosively releasing itself into every corner of her body and mind, it felt like it was never going to end.

----------

Eventually, the orgasmic tremors had begun to subside. Normality tried to return, and with it came a wonderful sense of well-being. Ella turned her head sideways to glance across at Marilyn. The strawberry-blonde was closely watching her.

"You know what I feel like?" the older woman asked.

Her tone was softer now. More relaxed. It was the sound of a voice basking in the aftermath of its orgasm. She'd cum, too.

"What's that?" Ella murmured softly.

Her head felt like it was full of cotton wool after the wonderful orgasm.

"I feel like a celebrity, darling. Maybe a movie star."

Ella chuckled. To all intents and purposes Marilyn was a film star. She was the blonde bombshell who had seduced several members of the Kennedy clan, if rumours were to be believed. The unexpected thought sent a warm shiver of delicious pleasure down her spine. 

In her wildest fantasies, that woman was her, seducing and fucking the country's king-makers.

"You realise that to these two women, we are celebrities," Marilyn continued with a scrumptiously sounding purr.

When she nodded across at the naked Indian sisters, Ella felt a warm glow inside her body. They were preparing more nuru gel and that must mean the session hadn't yet finished. Ella felt the effect deep inside her needy body. A fire had been ignited inside her and she was definitely ready for more of the same. Maybe the masseuses could switch? The older sister had definitely been giving her the eye.

If this the lifestyle she could look forward to in the future, bring it on. She could get used to being pampered like this!

"And you know what two celebrities like us deserve?" Marilyn murmured, pushing up into a sitting position.

In profile, her curvy body was magnificent. Ella couldn't help but lick her lips. Whatever this woman had in mind, she was up for it. 

"We deserve a little show," the blonde added, sending her a devilish smile as she clapped her hands.

The two masseuses instantly turned towards them. Both smiled as they bowed in acknowledgement of the unspoken command.

Preeti moved first, making her way towards the third massage table and gracefully hoisting herself onto the padded top. Her younger sister followed her, and when Preeti stretched out on her back, Priya began to spoon copious quantities of the oily-gel over her body. 

Ella watched transfixed.

Eventually satisfied, she gave a knowing glance towards Marilyn and Ella before crawling like a cat onto the table and stretching out the full length of her body across her sister's torso.

Ella's breath caught in the air. How wickedly incestuous—two sisters together, about to perform together, just for her and Marilyn.

They were practically indistinguishable—the same full breasts, toned bodies, glistening skin and shapely toned legs. The only difference of note was that whereas Priya had the thinnest of landing strips, Preeti was shaved clean. The sight was as erotic as it was beautiful.

But when Priya began to glide her nude body over Preeti's tanned flesh, it quickly became apparent that this wasn't to be a traditional massage... 

Her sister was immediately responding in kind and Ella felt a tingling surge of pleasure shoot down her spine as she pushed up onto her elbows to gain a better view of the suddenly two-way action. She dropped a hand between her own thighs and cupped her sex as she watched. Why not? It felt like being on the set of an adult film and she invariably masturbated when she was watching blue movies. 

But this was even better, even hotter.

The masseuses were tribbing now, each taking their turn to slide along the length of the other's leg and thigh until their pussies kissed. With every clash, each sister let out a little moan, but it was the way both pairs of Indian eyes were teasingly looking across at her and Marilyn that made Ella began to stroke herself. 

It was clear the sisters enjoyed being watched as they performed. That appealed to Ella's natural exhibitionist streak. She adored being looked at when she was posing on the beach or when she strutted her stuff on the dance floor. But the sight of the two sisters brought another idea into her mind. 

Being watched when she was making love would be the ultimate...

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"Hot, aren't they," a voice in her ear whispered. 

The words made Ella jump. She'd been so absorbed with her thoughts that she'd had had no idea Marilyn had left her massage table and surreptitiously moved across beside her.

Marilyn smiled to herself as she placed her own hand over Ella's, as the girl's stroking fingers paused for a brief moment. Everything was building up nicely. The hot little brunette was fully into the whole scene now and soon the blonde would have exactly what she wanted.

"Don't stop for me, darling," she told her, entwining her fingers with Ella's until both hands were jointly masturbating her.

She purposefully curled her tongue along the girl's ear as she nodded across to the Indian sister's again.

"Watch," she whispered seductively.

The two masseuses had adjusted their positions. Preeti's legs were spread wide, in a deliciously wanton fashion, while Priya's slim body lay between them, humping groin into groin with a sensual grace that couldn't have been bettered had it been choreographed.

The sexual vibrations in the room sliced through the air like a knife.

Marilyn increased the pressure on Ella's hand. Even through her fingers, she could tell how wet the panting girl was. The show across the floor from them wasn't anything she hadn't seen before, but it never failed to arouse her. And it was always extra special when she introduced an unsuspecting new girl to the action. 




Changing Direction Ch. 03



Ella had been totally unprepared for just how sexual the afternoon's action would unfold and as Marilyn known, that left her even more susceptible to her actions.

"They'll do anything we want," she persuasively whispered in Ella's ear. "Just say..."

She felt Ella's body shudder with anticipation. As per the script, the two masseuses had paused momentarily, still entwined, awaiting the answer. Their eyes were burning with arousal as they looked across at the two women, knowing exactly what was to follow.

"Would you like to see them go down on one another?" Marilyn persuasively purred in the brunette's ear.

She pushed Ella's hand away and replaced it with her own. The girl was hers now, to do with as she wanted. It was time to take control. 

"It's all down to you," she murmured, building up the tension as her fingers teased.

She bit down on Ella's earlobe as she eased two fingers inside that delicious wetness. The girl's head fell back against her shoulder as she gasped her delight.

"All you have to do is say..."

"Yesss!" 

The word was more of a sexual, needy hiss as it tumbled instantly from the girl's half-open mouth. Her body was reacting as much as her mind and her hips had sensually started to gyrate, working her tight pussy on the working fingers.

Marilyn smiled and nodded at the masseuses. Priya instantly slid her oily body downwards, scraping her tits along her sister's flesh until her face was between her thighs. They really were the sexiest pairing imaginable. 

Preeti tipped her head to the side, her long, dark hair rippling off her right shoulder as her gaze found Ella's again. Her sultry eyes devoured the way that the girl writhed on Marilyn's fingers.

This could be you, she seemed to be saying, opening her legs further to accommodate her sister.

When Priya's tongue flicked out and began to lap at her smooth skin, her eyes gradually narrowed until they closed altogether.

Marilyn began to pump her fingers inside Ella as they watched the incestuous action. This wasn't going to take long. The sexy young bitch was panting hard and her hands had reached out to grasp the sides of the massage table. Her hips were pushing back... 

"Cum," she commanded, as Ella groaned and humped her fingers even harder. "Cum, for me, darling..."

The instruction was like setting off a time bomb inside the young hottie. With a continuous whimpered cry that echoed around the room, she capitulated completely to the needs of her body. 

Marilyn kept her fingers inside the girl as she orgasmed, wrenching out every last shudder of pleasure. Only then did she mount the table and settle her body over Ella's face.

She'd been anticipating this moment ever since she'd first seen the girl parade herself on the hotel beach, since she'd watched her fuck Bruno on the hidden cameras, since they'd arrived at the private health club. Now she was hers, putty in her hands, completely unaware she was being so completely remoulded. 

The mouth-watering thought made the situation even more sensual, if such a thing were possible, and all she had to do was tease that pretty head upwards to meet the waiting delicacy.

But yet again, this sensuous young brunette produced that wonderful capacity to surprise her. There was no objection, not even any hesitation. Even before she'd settled her knees either side of her face, Ella had already craned her neck upwards and begun to lap at her cunt.

"Oh my God, that's it, darling," she gasped happily. "Show Marilyn your gratitude for all she's done..."



Changing Direction Ch. 04



Chapter Four: The Shoot.

Ella tipped her head back with a long sigh of relaxation and soaked her dark hair in the foamy bath water before smoothing it back over her scalp.

She had a lot on her mind right now.

Ending her relationship with Marc hadn't been as difficult as she'd anticipated. What had surprised her was that although he'd been shocked, she knew that was only because he'd expected her to be there for him until he disposed of her. He was so self obsessed like that, she thought. Things were moving forward for her in ways he'd never understand and would only hold her back.

But that was behind her now. She'd have no more silly or petty arguments to face and she had a shoot to look forward to. Life was moving forward and she didn't need anyone holding her back. 

Not only that, her first shoot was this afternoon. It was her first real shoot for the agency, for a Middle East sponsor, she'd been told, not that she understood what they were sponsoring. Maybe they paid for the cameras or something, she figured, not that she cared. The amount she was being paid made her mind boggle.

It would have blown Marc's mind, too, if he knew, but this was going to be her money. Even more so now. The only downside to ending her relationship with him was the sex. The only place they were really compatible was in bed and it wouldn't be easy to find someone who could satisfy her the way he did.

Well, possibly with one exception.

She'd found herself wondering if Bruno would be photographing her again today. He might be the weirdest, strangest looking little man she'd ever come across, but their sex in the studio had been among the hottest she'd experienced for some time. If he was there, would he want to fuck her again? She chuckled to herself. She'd make sure he had no choice. She was the one in control here.

She thought of him again and slipped one hand under the water, finding her clit. She'd been with Marilyn a couple of times since their nuru massage, but it was a man she needed right now. And who would have imagined that the wiry, pointy nosed photographer would have her feeling like this? He would never in a million years been anywhere near her 'type', but yet there was something oddly attractive about him. Something very attractive in his pants too, she giggled. 

Reaching for her little pink razor and the bottle of body wash on the edge of the bath, she curled one slender leg over the side of the tub and tipped some of the soapy liquid into her palm. Spreading the lather along her right leg, she went to work. A girl had to make sure she looked her best for her photo shoots, and for Bruno, she giggled. 

Satisfied with the result, she switched legs and when she was finished, rested back in the tub for a few moments. The thought of funny little photographer had brought back happy, sexy memories of her first shoot with him and what happened afterwards.

God, she so needed to fuck...

Resisting the urge to touch herself, she pushed her hips forward so that her pubic mound rose above the bubble filled water. It was time to complete her task. Working a soapy lather into her thin hair, she used the razor in short strokes until she was smooth all over. Perfect.

When she was done, she ran her long fingernails across her silky skin, loving the soft feeling. They stayed there, lightly caressing her labia while she tried to resist the arousal building inside her, and heard her own moan echo around the bathroom as her fingers teased.

Resist? Why, she asked herself.

Her eyes closed as she began to tease her clit, and let herself revel in the sensations. That felt so good. Usually she needed to work herself up to it, but the thoughts that had been running through her mind already had her halfway there. She teased herself for a moment longer before working two fingers inside. She felt eager today.

The feeling of her palm against her newly shaved flesh nearly set her off. The sensations shooting through her body were wonderful. She held it back, briefly, savouring the anticipation as she began to finger herself. She adored those moments when she got herself to the brink and held herself there before letting go. 

There was no way she could resist...

Clenching her teeth, she held back for as long as she could but then had to let go. When her climax broke, she let it wash over her before submerging her still shaking body happily back in the tub until she felt ready to face the day.

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Well, here she was. Back at the agency. In the make-up room.

The friendly receptionist had greeted her with another warm smile and, if Ella didn't know better, she was sure the attractive Latina's dark eyes had stayed on her ass as Roy had led her away. 

She had been working out a bit more since she'd been awarded the modelling contract and the receptionist's sexy gaze reinforced that what she was doing was working. As a reward, she'd even given her an extra little sway of her ass as she'd walked off with Roy.

The larger than life make-up artist really was a genius at his work. She'd done everything she could to maintain her persona since the last visit to the studio, but once again he'd transformed her into a sexy vamp. Yet, this look was different again.

He'd applied a liquid eyeliner, but only the thinnest of lines to frame her eyes; a lipstick that was a couple of shades darker than her natural lip colour, making it appear as if her lips were a little brighter—as if they were tender and sore, he'd explained. Then he'd added a tiny bit of blusher so it made her look like she was actually blushing.

The look was perfect for today's outfit. She'd worn lots of costumes similar to this, of course—well, she was a party girl after all. But never one of a St. Trinian's school girl, and an exceptionally naughty looking one at that...

Roy was meticulous in his instructions as she'd dressed.

"Don't button up your top button, and open the one under it too so it shows a little cleavage. Roll the sleeves up to your elbows."

He was right, she knew. Little touches like that made all the difference in an outfit.

"It's okay to fasten the tie long, but the knot needs to be fairly big, and not right up to your collar. Pull it down a little. Make it look loose, a little tardy."

He sounded so cute with that lisp. When she thought about it, he really was quite attractive for an older man. It was a shame he was gay, she giggled to herself, but then she'd always liked a challenge.

He was happy enough with the short, navy blue pencil skirt. It barely reached the top of her thighs, and the thigh length black stockings—together with the shiny patent leather shoes—were the perfect accompaniment, even if the shoes did have a much higher heel than any school would possibly allow. 

But he told her to fold up the sleeves of her cardigan to just below her elbows and not to button it up, leave it open.

The straw hat should be worn at a slight angle, he said, and if Bruno asked her to wear the blazer, she should roll up the sleeves, otherwise just carry it on her shoulder. Those last words sent a shiver through her that was difficult to suppress. Her eyes instantly lit up. 

So it would be Bruno who was photographing her.

At least this time she wouldn't be taken by surprise. She now understood what he wanted from his model during a shoot, and that was her main priority. But she was also aware that if she gave him the sort of performance he demanded, the shoot would turn sexual.

Given the way she was feeling at the moment, that suited her just fine.

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As with the last shoot, Bruno had started taking photographs as soon as Ella had entered the studio. This time it hadn't surprised her, but it had disappointed her. She'd wanted him to say something to her before they'd begun, if only to acknowledge what had happened between them at the end of her audition. They'd fucked, for goodness sake!

But no, this was Bruno the professional at work. So be it, Ella thought, she'd make him want her again anyway.

Marilyn had talked to her about the techniques involved in a photo shoot and explained that if the model could turn-on her photographer, then the quality of the photographs would take care of itself. The advice had made sense to Ella. She wanted her pictures to be the most smouldering ever and that made her even more determined to have him gagging for it before they'd finished.

Flinging her head back, she put on a show right from the start. What girl wouldn't feel slutty dressed this way? 

This time, she anticipated his requirements even before he barked them out, fixing him with her sultry stare as she adopted provocative pose after provocative pose. She was doing 'her job,' of course, but at the same time the fire inside her was building in line with each passing second. And if Bruno wasn't feeling it, he wasn't human. 

Her eyes strayed across him again—a peculiar little man with a bald head, a pointed nose and a wiry body—and yet his lack of conventional appeal actually gave him an attractive quality. Even more so while she was feeling this turned on. And not only that, she knew something that most others didn't. He had a really big cock. 

And he knew how to use it...

His approach was the same—constantly crouching infront of her to change angle and perspective, never more than a few feet away. But this time he couldn't knock her out of her stride, even though he was trying, testing her in the way he had at her audition. She was ready for him, more confident and sexual in her attitude and her movements.

Even when his narrow eyes seemed to stare inside her mind, and he demanded more from her in that strange clipped Eastern European accent, she wasn't fazed. She was on top of her game, the sexiest woman in the world right now! 

But then he did surprise her...

"Think of the client," he rasped. "Think of the Sheik."

The Sheik? No-one had ever mentioned a Sheik to her. Not even Marilyn. A Middle East sponsor, she'd been told, even though that meant nothing to her. A sponsor could be anyone. But a Sheik? That was different. That conjured up images of the desert, of harems, of being taken and used...

She'd had those sorts of thoughts in Dubai when she had noticed a couple of considerably older, distinguished men in the hotel, resplendent in their long robes. She'd known what was on their mind when they'd sent a cursory glance her way that had lasted just a little too long. Arabic men were known to have a preference for Western women, weren't they?

She'd played with herself in the circular bathtub before dinner one night in Dubai, after a day displaying her semi-naked body on the beach, fantasising about being taken by one of them against her will. And now Bruno was taking her back to that moment again.

"You're bought and paid for," he continued, with that uncanny knack of getting inside her head. "The Sheik wants you to undress ... orders you to undress ... to undress just for him."

The little bastard was really firing her imagination and taking her to the next level. What girl wouldn't find it exciting to be taken, to be used, sexually?

She practically dragged the cardigan from her shoulders, only to be stopped her in her tracks by the clipped accent.

"Work it," he snapped, barking out the words, "The Sheik wants sexy."

Of course he did. How stupid. In her haste to react to the painted images in her mind, she wasn't thinking clearly. This always happened when she got too excited. She was getting ahead of herself.

Virtually teasing the cardigan off her shoulders, she held it out at arm's length as she gave a smouldering stare right into the camera lens, then dropped it onto the floor beside her. Keeping her focus on the camera—the Sheik was watching through the lens, she told herself—her painted fingernails teasing open the buttons of her white shirt. 

She unfastened it button by button, taking her time, and then slid it over one shoulder and then the other before allowing it to float to the floor. Turning away from the camera, she made a play of unfastening the clasp of her bra. Glancing back over her shoulder, she pulled it away from her body and let it fall, leaving herself topless except for the tie that was fastened loosely around her neck.

She swung back again, no longer seeing the camera. She saw the Sheik. He was tall, good looking, with a black goatee and dark fiery eyes that commanded respect and obedience. Sending a wanton smile his way, she pulled her long hair on to the top of her head and then allowed it to flop back down.

God, her nipples were so hard. She was horny beyond all belief.

"Here..." Bruno told her, bringing her back to the moment.

She stared at him, instantly hating him for breaking her little fantasy, even as he pulled a small stool from the side of the set and placed it in the middle of the wall to his left.

"Sit here. Now," he commanded. 

Ella sent him a surprised look but knew better than to question his instruction. Instead, she scurried over to obey, wanting to get back to her fantasy as quick as she could.

The wall felt cool against her naked skin as she took her place. She shuffled forward slightly, pulling the stool with her whilst still leaning back for support. This time the coolness felt sensual, but what sort of pose could she give him, sitting like this?

The same thought seemed to have occurred to Bruno. He had dropped the camera to his waist and stood with his hands on his hips, staring at her as if considering his next move. Ella could practically see his mind ticking over. But what was he thinking? He was harder to read than any other guy she had met before. 

Then he reached for a small box at the side of him and positioned it on the floor to her left. Ella stared at it curiously.

"Put your foot on the box," he commanded curtly.

Her pencil skirt was so short that the action exposed her black thong. Was that the point? She could feel the fabric of her tight panties pressing against her labia. Thinking of the watching Sheik again, she spread her legs as wide as they would go. Tits exposed, legs apart, he would be able to clearly see what he was paying for. 

The thought made her pussy flood. He'd be hard now, looking through the shots he had sponsored and enjoying the wanton way she was modelling, just for him. She wondered if Bruno was also enjoying the pose? It wasn't easy to tell. The diminutive photographer was crouching again as he fired off one shot after another.

"Sexier," he rasped. "Make it sexier."

Ella instinctively dropped her right hand to her sex, covering it with her palm. Her left hand went to her head as she tilted it, pouting at him as she dragged her finger up against the fabric of her panties.

"Sexier," he repeated, standing now.

There it was. The evidence! His cock was responding to the pose. There was a clear bulge in his jeans. His accent was more pronounced, too. Ella knew what that meant. He was feeling it, too. 

The realisation made her feel even sexier, if such a thing were possible. He didn't need to issue any further instructions. The clicking of his camera as he moved closer was sufficient to drive her on. Suddenly the fantasy in her mind was forgotten. 

This was just like the last time in the studio, she purred to herself... 

She stared wantonly into the lens as she worked her fingers slowly inside the top of her thong, her expression right out of a porn magazine—hot, smoky and full of need. She had the look of a sexy woman who not only promised everything, but who was going to instantly fulfil her promise. 

Her knuckles began to move teasingly beneath the silk material. She was no longer in the studio—she was in her bedroom, pleasuring herself infront of her mirror. Her tongue flicked across her wet lips as she withdrew her fingers, holding them and admiring the way they glistened before lifting them to her pouting lips. Her mouth formed a soft circular shape as she sucked them inside, tasting each finger individually before allowing them to slip out with an audible 'pop.'

Her eyes were clouded in growing heat as the need to push the boundaries overtook her. They found Bruno again, holding his gaze and then dipping downwards. His cock was hard inside his jeans, she could see the outline quite clearly. The situation had got to both of them and she wasn't going to be denied. She needed him. Now. 

Hooking her thumbs into the sides of her thong, she shuffled on the stool as she pulled it down over her thighs and down to her ankles. Slowly. Like a stripper. Her cleanly shaved pussy was moist and the tight folds of her lips were already opening.

Her hand returned to her sex as Bruno's camera captured the action. Every click drove her further out of her own control. She was putting on a show now, performing for her lover. 

The thought was so hot! 

At first she gently began to rub her clit but suddenly there was no holding back. Every touch sent a surge of molten pleasure right up through her body. Her teeth began to grind as she rubbed herself harder. Her hips began to undulate and the front legs of the stool lifted from the floor. God, she needed this funny-looking, curious looking man more than ever.

Head back against the wall, she watched him closely as he moved nearer. But this time his camera had dropped to his waist again and his hands had gone to the belt of his jeans. 

Ella's hips squirmed almost immediately.

She ran her tongue across her perfect lips again, in anticipation this time, and her pupils were dilated in lust as her smoky eyes watched him approach. Touch me ... feel me ... fuck me, her mind screamed.

He unzipped himself, staring down at her with those narrow beady eyes as if he could hear her inner thoughts. Pulling out his cock, he held it his right hand as if he was offering it to her. It was impressively erect, just as she remembered it. The way he looked down as if she was his slut was almost enough to get her off. A soft moan escaped her lips as he thrust his hips, pushing his throbbing thick cock towards her.

"Suck it," he coldly ordered, as if it was his right. "Like the last time."

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For such a small guy, Bruno could be a beast. Ella loved that. It was so primal. Her mouth had been getting the best of him but it seemed that despite her best efforts he wasn't going to succumb, not until he'd fucked her again. That was fine by her...

His hands were all over her, groping her tits, her ass and her pussy as if he was claiming them as his. It was just like the previous time. Then, she'd got off on the knowledge that he was simply using her for his own satisfaction. Now, the thought made her even wilder.

Ella gasped when his surprisingly strong hands insistently turned her around to face the wall. Her palms clawed at the cold tiles as he bent her forward, positioning her the way he wanted. Nudging her legs wider apart with his knees, he pushed himself inside her in one movement. She was more than wet enough for his easy entry. 

Fireworks went off in her head. 

Everything was so frantic, so desperate. Being taken here, like this, in the studio again, only made the moment even hotter.

Bruno's left arm braced itself against the wall, just next to her head. His other hand went to her ass, his fingers curling around her hip as he set the pace of their fucking. There was no finesse and nor did she want any. He was already pumping inside her, moving harder and faster with each thrust. She had to widen her stance to keep her upright and her mouth half-opened as each deep thrust sent her into the stratosphere. 

His cock was about the same length as Marc's, but it was quite a bit thicker. Right now it was exactly what Ella needed.

"Like that..." she groaned, as an especially hard thrust sent a surge of intense heat through her body. 




Changing Direction Ch. 04



Her perfectly coiffed hair flew wildly out of place and her throat vibrated as she turned her head to look at him, her face awash with lust. Bruno's response was a knowing smile as he slid a finger between her asscheeks and circled her anus like a predator. 

It was so unexpected, so dirty, that Ella's orgasm hit her like a giant wave and she had to fight for breath as it consumed her. 

If she needed some respite, none was forthcoming. Bruno's grin turned to a snarl as he pushed the probing finger into her. Her ass tightened up around it, trying to stop its persistent advance, but her her body was still weak from the intense orgasm. He began to fuck her even harder still as she came back down and with each pump of his hips the digit pushed inside further, finger-fucking her asshole.

Holy God...

She began to growl, began to moan, and began to scream at him over her shoulder. But she wasn't telling him to stop ... she was begging for it ... she was screaming out loud for more ... her cries of pleasure were echoing around the studio as she slapped the tiled wall as though that would somehow stem the relentless storm.

When she came again, Bruno had his entire index finger shoved in her ass. The climax seared through her body, burning her. 

He yanked her head back by her dark hair as the wave hit her, pressing his finger inside her as far as it could reach. Ella was too far gone to care. The strength of the orgasm was all consuming.

The first time he'd taken her had been sensational but this lewd, wanton, raw, animalistic fuck was something more. She couldn't get enough. He was turning her to face him now, lifting her legs around his slim waist as his cock pinned her against the wall. 

Ella moaned in compliance as she leant back against the wall and wrapped her aching legs around his waist. 

It was going to be a wonderfully long afternoon...



Changing Direction Ch. 05



Chapter Five: A Night Out.

The RumJungle club was alive with salsa music as the beat filled the neon adorned rooms of London's premier three-tiered nightclub. It was filled with live percussionists, playing off giant conga drums on stages, with each song transitioning seamlessly into the next.

Ella's usual haunts were the dingy, packed nightclubs of Brighton, with Dani and her other girlfriends, and although salsa wasn't really her thing, she hadn't had so much fun dancing in a long time. The atmosphere in the club was brilliant. The vibe created by the music had everyone moving and enjoying the beats in their own way, even if they weren't filling the dance floor like Ella and her party.

Marilyn had taken her there to celebrate the successful St. Trinian's photo shoot. With Marc out of her life now, Ella had jumped at the chance. It had been a couple of weeks since the shoot and the feedback had been unbelievably goog, which had kept her mind off her recent break up. Her fee—she still couldn't get used to suddenly earning that sort of money just for modelling some revealing clothes—had been banked in the blink of an eye. 

But even better, she was meeting the mysterious Sheik soon...

She still didn't understand the connection or how that side of business worked, but Marilyn had persuasively told her that fame and fortune were just around the corner. Besides, she'd said, her benefactor wanted to meet her in person too.

The only downside was that she hadn't had sex for the last couple of weeks—well, not with a guy. Not since Bruno had ravaged her at the studio again. Ella's sex drive had gone into orbit since then. Was it any wonder? In her new world she was seen as a thing of beauty, a sexual object, a model who got to wear the latest clothing and jewellery, and who was paid to look and feel at her sexiest best.

She and Marilyn had spent a couple of nights together when the need had consumed them both and they'd also paid another joint visit to the private health club. The sexy Japanese sisters had gone down on them this time for what had seemed like hours. Ella had lost track of how many times she came that afternoon.

But as satisfying as all that had been, she needed a man. Something to satisfy the urge inside of her that Marilyn couldn't quite touch.

Tonight, she had decided, was going to be the night. It wasn't as if there weren't plenty of good looking guys to choose from, after all. The place was packed with beautiful people and Marilyn seemed to know almost everyone. Ella was forever being introduced to new people all of whom smiled at her and told her how hot she looked.

The two of them had been dancing most of the night, and for the last couple of hours they had been joined by what turned out to be identical twins. Roger wore the red tie and Barry the blue. It was the only way to tell the brothers apart. The tall, blonde twins certainly knew how to move. Their lean and toned bodies had led the two women through a series of complex moves like they were pros.

Eventually, their two fabulous bodies glistening with perspiration, the women decided to take a short break. Marilyn had promised to tell her all about the Sheik tonight, and they way the night was heading, Ella felt like this would be her last opportunity. They told the twins they'd be back soon and then headed to the bar. It glowed green and blue against the orangey lights of the rest of the club. 

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"Two rum and cokes," Marilyn ordered.

She was served almost instantly by the cute bartender. A girl like her didn't wait in line with the others clamouring at the bar to be served. 

Ella had insisted that they stick with rum drinks tonight, due to the name of the place ... the fact that those drinks were half-price helped even more. Her comment had made Marilyn smile. The beautiful young brunette had no need to worry about such things any more. Her bank account had never been so healthy.

"You move very well," she purred seductively in her ear as she slid a warm arm around Ella's slim waist and ran her tongue along her neck. "Very hot..."

Ella's lithe body shivered at the touch. Marilyn had a sixth sense about where to touch the sexy young girl's body for maximum effect. It was the ease with which the young beauty succumbed to any sort of sexual promise that made her so well suited to the porn industry.

"It's my second home..." Ella told her, nodding at the dance floor. She smiled, her eyes gazing over at the sexy twins still out on the dance floor. "I didn't realise the salsa was such a sexy dance." 

Marilyn leaned closer to her protégée and whispered in her ear.

"Which one are you going to fuck tonight?"

Her words had the desired effect. Ella shivered again and her nipples were practically bursting through her top. She was up for it, there was no doubt about that. But that was the point of coming to the club tonight, after all. She had this all planned out. 

Everything was falling in to place nicely now that Ella had got finished with her boyfriend. The young brunette didn't even realise how much Marilyn was manipulating her. All that remained was to reveal the final piece of the jigsaw, and where better to do that than in the heady sexual atmosphere of the night club? Marilyn felt sure the girl's reaction would be positive, but it did no harm to make sure Ella was so sexually-needy when she took the bubbly girl to the next stage. She'd be putty in her hands. 

"I haven't decided yet," Ella answered.

She was blissfully unaware that she was slurring her words slightly. It was amusing to watch the way she kept giggling naughtily to herself. 

"Maybe we can take turns?"

Marilyn laughed out loud at the quip. This girl was a real treasure. Ella wouldn't be sharing the twins. She'd have them all to herself. 

She glanced along the girl's fabulous body. Her tiny, camisole top didn't cover much of her tanned Mediterranean skin and neither did the short black skirt that flounced around the top of her thighs and offered virtually no protection to her modesty.

No wonder both of the twins were so keen on fucking the sexy young hottie. They wouldn't have long to wait.

"Let's talk about the Sheik," Marilyn suddenly said, changing the subject without warning.

Ella was so far gone that it was the perfect time to get down to the heart of the matter, to explain to her that she was about to become a fully-fledged member of the agency. A girl to be seen on the arm of some of their rich and influential clients at dinners and parties across the world—and a whore to be fucked by them and their friends behind closed doors. And that was only the start...

"The Sheik has booked the two of us," she went on matter of factly.

That wasn't strictly true. He was paying for a night with an unrestrained and uninhibited Ella. Marilyn was a 'freebie' whose primary purpose was to make sure the 'new' girl didn't suddenly suffer from an attack of nerves and try to back out when they were so close to bringing her completely on board. 

It was a role she'd fulfilled before and it suited both her and the Sheik. He loved threesomes.

"Booked us?" Ella asked.

She really was gorgeous when she put on that puzzled look. The Sheik was going to adore her. She'd play up perfectly to his need, like so many of his kind, to display his superiority to the opposite sex.

Not that she was as ditzy as she seemed. Marilyn had long ago sussed out that Ella put on that show to give her an edge. But this time she was generally confused. Too much drink combined with an extreme sexual need was a powerful stimulant.

"For an evening's entertainment," Marilyn explained, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. 

It was maternal kiss. One that said, trust me. She had given that same kiss to many other girls as she had sold down the river. 

"You're going to love him. He's very generous."

She held up her wrist at the same moment to display the expensive diamond bracelet. The Sheik had rewarded her the first time she'd 'introduced' him to a new girl. Holly was a hot little redhead—fucked like a rabbit but with the personality of a wet fish—and she wasn't even close to being in Ella's league. 

But even Holly had moved on from her experiences to star in adult films. Marilyn had connected her to the agency arm in the USA and the redhead hadn't looked back since then. She made sure Ella was watching as she casually slipped the bracelet from her wrist.

"You can wear it for the rest of the evening," she said, fastening it over Ella's wrist before the girl could say a word. 

An incentive like this never did any harm and the pretty little thing was already staring lovingly at her new piece of jewellery. 

"But if you prove yourself to the Sheik, I imagine it'll be no time until you have one of your own."

A faraway look came into Ella's eyes as she stroked a finger along the expensive bracelet. Her long lashes batted with disbelief and then a smile touched her lips. Whatever thoughts were going on in her mind, they were sexy ones, Marilyn could see. Perfect. ..

She stepped close enough so that the soft skin of their legs intertwined, her thigh pressing insistently against the younger girl's. When Ella turned towards her, she tilted her head and found those parted lips with her own. The way she pushed her slippery tongue into the girl's willing mouth would reminded her exactly who was in charge.

"Well, that's impressive!" a man's voice broke into the moment.

He was slowly applauding their actions. The two women gradually pulled away from the hot embrace, turning to smile at him. 

"Hi Barry," Marilyn calmly greeted him, seamlessly moving from Ella's arms to his.

Barry? It was Roger wasn't it, Ella wondered drunkenly. The rum had definitely gone to her head. But then she glanced at his tie. It was blue. Blue for Barry. She giggled again.

When Marilyn slowly kissed him, she felt a pang of jealousy, but it quickly evaporated when the blonde took Barry's arm and placed it around her waist. He pulled her closer against him, as if she was his property, and she snuggled against his body. 

His possessiveness felt good, like she was wanted. Needed. 

"I suggest you show Ella that you're every bit as good a dancer as your brother..." Marilyn told him. 

Marilyn smiled as Barry guided the girl away. Her job was done for the moment. If she stayed out of the way, the blonde twins could have Ella all to themselves. The experience would seduce her even further in the direction that Marilyn wanted. 

"I'll be along shortly," she lied.

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The drinks had continued to flow, almost with no end, and before long a half smoked joint was handed to Ella. Then another, before the first was even finished. All of it, mixed with the raw, pounding music. It poured through her veins, ramping up the arousal that was inhabiting the whole of feeling her body now. This was how things used to be when she was back in Brighton at the Honey Club in the days before she met Marc. She'd loved every moment of the weekends she spent with her girlfriends on the dance floors.

She was drunk, she was stoned and she was ready for some fun. It didn't matter she had only known these guys a few hours. They were hot ... and hot for her. And she was single so where was the problem?

Night turned into the early hours of the next morning and the dance floor was alive with couples now. Most of the girls were well the worse for drink and their state of undress seemed to be competitive. For the guys looking for a hook up, it was almost like shooting fish in a barrel.

Ella was still with Barry on the dance floor. Marilyn had disappeared some time ago and she had no idea where her friend was right now. She knew she should be a little concerned about her friend but the sexy twin she was with was doing a great job of keeping her mind off things like that. The music had changed, a heavier beat was thumping around her ears, and Barry's leering eyes were taking in every one of her provocative movements.

Ella grinned back at him as she slowly unfastened the buttons on his shirt. She teasingly ran a fingernail down his bare chest. This was her territory. She took the joint he was smoking from his fingers and raised it to her lips, defiantly releasing the smoke into his grinning face. 

"You haven't seen anything yet," she giggled as she flicked the joint away somewhere, anywhere. 

She didn't care. She was having way too much fun and the heady, sexual feeling inside her made her feel alive.

Space opened up around her as she began to move her body into a higher gear. The music was flowing through her and she was in another world now. Admirers began to gather. Some guys clapped as she swirled around them and she smiled back as she ground her hips to the music. She'd show them all what she could do. When she flicked up her little black dress, flashing her matching black thong, they cheered. But the action was for Barry, not for them.

She drunkenly laughed out loud as she slipped her hands around his neck. His hands found her ass as she positioned her hips and rubbed herself into his obvious erection.

"Mmm," she slurred into his ear as she ground herself against him. "Someone feels up for it."

Suddenly, a body was pressing insistently into her from behind. She glanced over her shoulder to see that Roger had joined them.

"Started without me?" he shouted in her ear as he gave her a playful spank on her ass. "Naughty girl."

She laughed and spooned her ass into his groin. In her state, being sandwiched between the two sexy twins was very hot. Two for the price of one, she found herself giggling hornily to herself. She was doing a lot of giggling.

Roger's hands on her thighs pulled her closer at the same time that Barry pushed against her from the front. The feeling of the two twins encircling her, pressing their heat into her at both sides, had her on fire. She reached behind herself for Barry's large strong hands, dragging them from her hips up onto her tits and letting out a moan as they closed over her breasts. 

Her nipples were alive under his kneading touches and she shut her eyes in growing lust, losing herself in the moment. Both twins were grinding their hard-ons into her, front and back, sending waves of heat through her overheating body.

Her hands moved to cover Barry's, keeping them on her tits as she rolled her hips to grind her pert ass back against him. It was as if she was shagging him through his jeans. Each of his forward thrusts was forcing her body further against his brother. Roger was practically fucking her from the front. 

Her need was quickly heading into the stratosphere. Marilyn had asked her which of the twins she wanted to fuck tonight. 

The answer was both of them.

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"Where are we going?" Ella slurred as Roger helped her into the backseat of the cab. 

His hand playfully cupped her tight ass as she climbed inside. 

It was three thirty in the morning and yet the streets were still brim full with drunken party-goers, stumbling either onto the next club or trying to waive a hand to encourage a passing taxi to take them home. How could it be this busy at this time of the morning? What time was it anyway? Her vision was blurry as the cab made its way through the traffic. She was definitely feeling the effects of the drugs and booze, but more than anything she was horny.

Horny, horny...

The twins would have been fucking her on the dance floor had they not all been wearing their clothes. They wouldn't be for much longer, if she had anything to do with it. She hadn't experienced that level of teasing for some time. It had been so intoxicating she needed more. 

So what if she hadn't been able to find Marilyn before she'd left the club. It was her blonde friend's fault for leaving her and the good news was that it meant Ella had the twins all to herself.

"We're going back to our place," Roger answered her question. "Have you ever been with two guys?"

Been with two guys? Never twins...

Somehow they had sandwiched her between them in the back of the cab and their hands were all over her. Even if she hadn't been stoned, tipsy and horny, who would have been able to resist two men possessively groping her? If they didn't stop, she might have to suck them both off in the back of the taxi.

It was all becoming too much for her and she had to get rid of some of the sexual tension she was feeling. Even the way the taxi driver had tilted his mirror to watch more closely was a turn-on.

"You've no idea the sort of things I've done," she answered, slurring her words again. 

She laughed out loud, but then forgot exactly what it was she was laughing at when the twins dropped a hand to each of her legs. She flopped her fuzzy head back in the seat as they eased her unresisting thighs apart. Her panties were pressed up tightly against her and she met the taxi drivers reflected eyes in his mirror before closing her eyes.

"Tell us what you've done," Barry teased her.

His hands were under her skirt, between her thighs. Or was that his brother? It was hard to tell, certainly in her state. One of them had his lips on her neck and her bare breast in his hand. She wasn't naked, was she? She couldn't be, not in the back of a taxi cab. Yet his thumb was definitely flicking her nipple.

"Tell us," he was insistently whispering in her ear.

She sat in silence for a few moments while she tried to remember the things she'd got up to, then laughed again and covered her mouth in a mixture of amusement and shock. If only they knew.

"That's for me to know—" she teased, but as the fingers stroking through her skimpy thong edged closer to her sex, she broke off and bit her lip.

When she turned her head to the side, a mouth instantly found hers. She parted her lips with a soft lustful moan. At the other side, a hand tugged the top of her dress down, exposing her gleaming tits. Her eyes squinted open to make sure the driver was still watching. 

The hand now rubbing her under her thong was making her whimper. She almost came as one of them slipped his head down and sucked one of her hard nipples and then the other. 

When a finger found its way inside her, she did. Loudly.

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Ella wasn't sure how she knew, but Roger was the older of the twins by less than a minute. She'd also discovered he was the more dominant of the two by quite a long way. His raw, sexual energy had been amazing. 

Barry was a different kettle of fish. He needed a little longer to rest than his brother and wasn't so aggressive in bed. But together, they'd been a perfect compliment for each other.

She had been able to go throughout the night, early morning or whatever it was now, shagging first one and then the other. Time wasn't really relevant anymore. The effect of the booze and drugs had worn off; leaving her in that horny state she always got into when she came back down from those drug-fuelled highs. 

But even now, her arousal remained just as intense. No matter how many times she'd cum, that delicious sexual need just wouldn't leave her. She could fuck for England...

The bathroom door opened and Barry grinned as he walked back into the room, heading purposefully towards her. He was naked except for the ties that he and his twin brother had kept on all night. The way his cock swung from his body was irresistible. 

She couldn't stop herself from gawking at it.

"Is that for me?" she giggled naughtily, dropping a hand between her spread thighs, lewdly directing him to what was on offer.

Yet even before she could touch herself, a slithering noise behind her made her turn her head. It was Roger. He was gently turning her from her side and onto her stomach.

"Let's do doggie," he whispered softly and seductively in her ear, "My favourite position."




Changing Direction Ch. 05



His hard cock brushed across her asscheeks as he positioned himself behind her. Ella gasped as he eased himself inside her for the umpteenth time since they'd got to their flat. Each time just got better and better. She was so wet from the previous sessions that he entered her easily.

That was one of the things she loved so much about the older twin. While Barry was more considerate, Roger just took what he wanted. She could never get enough of that sort of basic, sexual, caveman-like behaviour. There was nothing subtle with him; just raw, unadulterated fucking in the manner that he wanted it.

He grabbed her long dark hair without warning, roughly pulling her head up like he would the reins of a horse. Where was his whip, her oversexed and fluffy mind giggled to itself, but then Barry was standing infront of her, offering her his hardness.

With another giggle, she reached for him. His cock was only half erect but her talented mouth would soon take care of that. Wrapping her slim fingers around the base, she pushed herself up higher onto her knees as she leaned forwards and angled it between her lips.

Behind her, Roger's fingers dug into her hips. His throbbing dick instantly adjusted to the new position and began to pump inside her as she began to deep throat his brother. 

Oh fuck... 

It was a long time since she had been as persistently turned on as this... 

The first time she and Marc had been together, they'd gone all night and well into the next day. But even her bull-like former boyfriend had needed to rest from time to time. She didn't have that problem with the twins. One simply took the others place.

Roger's grip on her hair tightened as she sucked his brother's cock. She loved the way he took charge, guiding her body to do what he wanted. He slapped her asscheeks with the flat of his other hand and she pumped back harder with each smack. Saliva drooled from her mouth down Barry's hard shaft before her jacking hand rubbed it into his flesh for more lubrication. 

Her supporting arm was shaking under the strain, but it held her up long enough for her to corkscrew her mouth around his cock. At times it was as if she was hovering above the bed, looking down. In her mind's eye she could see the three of them, the two twins at each end of the bed, both using her at the same time. 

Marilyn didn't know what she was missing...

One cock in her pussy, the other in her mouth, she was in sexual heaven. Roger increased his pace, resulting in his brother's erection burying itself even deeper in her throat. Ella nearly choked before she was able to regain some pretence of control. 

Pretence! That's all it was. 

She was sandwiched between them, sucking and fucking, and she loved it. Holy shit, she loved every sordid moment. 

The realisation fired her arousal even further. 

Suddenly Barry was moving, pulling away from her needy lips. She reached for him, wanting to feel him spurt between her lips, but he was intent on splattering her face. His cum spurted everywhere ... in her damp hair, across her forehead, eyes, cheeks, mouth and chin.

She tried to take his spent cock in her mouth again but Roger was already flipping her onto her back. Lying back obediently, she wiped the cum out of her eyes, but knew there was still plenty in her hair and across her face. What a sexual mess she must look... 

When Roger thrust his cock inside her again, she cried out her need and wrapped her long legs around his back.

"Yeah," she heard a voice encourage. It was hoarse and weary, and it sounded like hers. "Like that. Just like that..."



Changing Direction Ch. 06



Chapter Six: The Porn business

Marilyn had taken Ella to her favourite London wine bar, tucked away in a courtyard accessible only via a secluded alley at the foot of Pentonville Road. For anyone other than the regulars, it would have been all too easy to miss the entrance altogether. But then its privacy just added to the feel of exclusivity that oozed out of the rustic bar.

The Andalucían-themed Bar Pepito, with its candelabra and bare-brick walls, had room for only four or five tables, but the intimate atmosphere created was perfect for what Marilyn had in mind. Their lunchtime meeting was the next step in guiding and manipulating Ella towards her inevitable destination. 

Normally, she would have waited a little longer but this was too good an opportunity to miss. She was doing a cameo appearance in a porn movie currently under production and was on set this afternoon. Ella wouldn't be able to resist when she invited her to watch.

As with so many others, manoeuvring the little hottie towards the sleazier side of the business had been like taking candy from a baby. Marilyn adored the way an unsuspecting new girl, if handled in the right way, was always so susceptible to her suggestions. 

But unlike those other occasions, this girl was destined for the top...

If the last few weeks had taught her anything, it was that Ella's uninhibited sexual appetite constantly needed feeding. Once she'd persuaded the young brunette to attend the shoot—simply to watch what went on, of course—it would be a short step to turn her from interested observer to eager participant. 

The movie production side was profit-making in its own right, naturally enough, but it also perfectly complimented their more legitimate front of a modelling agency. That way, the highly profitable escort side could flourish, too. Their rich and influential clients liked to fuck slutty porn stars as well as their more virtuous looking legitimate models. 

And when a girl fell into both categories their fee could be doubled or even tripled, in the right circumstances.

The Sheik would be in England next week and his visit would be Ella's first taste of escort work. That was a given, even if her young charge didn't know it, as yet. Marilyn would make sure of that. And after that experience, well, the Sheik would be the first of many.

But that was only the start. Marilyn had high expectations for the bubbly, effervescent girl. Everything that had happened since she'd picked her up on that Dubai beach had confirmed her initial thoughts. Ella's mind and her body were both made for sex and she had the potential to be their best recruit yet. 

The young brunette remained blissfully unaware for now, and once Marilyn had her where she wanted, there would be no turning back.

She listened intently, those stunning brown eyes wide with wonder as Marilyn carefully introduced her to the other side of the business. The girl's combination of naive innocence and yet molten-hot sexuality was such a turn on that if she hadn't been due on set, Marilyn would have had to take her home and fuck her there and then.

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"You're kidding me," Ella gushed, trying to take in everything Marilyn had explained.

Their eyes met over the rim of her half full wine glass. Half full? When she'd met her woman in Dubai, Ella had been feeling like a half empty kind of person. What a difference a few weeks made.

She'd finally ended her dying relationship with Marc, changed her career, become a model with the Secret Fantasies agency, was earning more money than she could ever have dreamed about, and her sex life couldn't be more varied or fulfilled. 

She chuckled to herself. What more could a girl want?

"You do porn films?" she gushed again, blinking hard in her excitement.

It wasn't easy to take in what her friend was saying. Why hadn't her blonde lover ever mentioned the film unit before? Or that Marilyn had actually appeared in those sorts of movies. 

"You've never told me..."

The raised blonde eyebrow made Ella glance around them. She hadn't realised she'd spoken so loudly that, in the tight intimacy of the bar, people were beginning to stare. She giggled before lowering her voice and continuing.

"Well you haven't..." 

"There are lots of things you don't know about me, darling," Marilyn whispered breathily. 

The soft tone to her voice made Ella shiver. So did the way the blonde nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders as if appearing in porn was the most normal thing in the world. Marilyn never failed to surprise her, but she hadn't been expecting anything as exciting as this. She opened her mouth to speak again but in truth, she wasn't really totally sure what to say. Eventually she came up with just the one question.

"Tell me all about it, please."

Marilyn swirled the remaining wine in her glass, pausing for effect. Some of the girls she'd previously taken to this stage had been shocked and had almost stormed out when she'd raised the subject. It had taken a while to win them back again. But not this one. Ella's brown eyes were as wide as saucers and they were gleaming with curiosity. She wanted to know everything. Perfect.

"When I was first told of it," she continued, starting to draw pictures in the girl's mind. "I couldn't believe how much money it paid. You think modelling pays well? It's nothing compared to the movie business. And the sex is fabulous, darling. The men are all stallions, you know, and you can't imagine what a thrill being fucked on camera is."

If such a thing were possible, Ella's eyes widened even further. The thing was, she could imagine it. She'd always been an exhibitionist, and not just in public either. Over the years, she'd loved watching herself in the mirror whilst she was fucking one guy or another; or masturbating while glancing at her reflection, imagining she was being watched. It had been a turn on for her ever since she could remember. 

However ... she was pretty sure that something like this wasn't the right move for her. Despite her unrestrained attitude to sex, she had been brought up in heavily Christian household and as exciting as the thought was, actually appearing in porn went against the grain. What would people think?

Still ... Marilyn was a respectable member of society, wasn't she? And she was putting up a convincing rationale...

"The way I see it," her blonde mentor continued, "When you're beautiful and have a great body, like us, it's essential to live our lives to the full. Life is all about different experiences, don't you think, and being absurdly well paid for them is just a bonus."

Ella's dreamy eyes stared vacantly into space as the pictures formed in her mind. She could feel the heat forming between her thighs and was certain that she looked flushed. The thought of being thoroughly fucked by some muscular Adonis while the cameras closed in, capturing every expression on her perspiring face, was unbelievably hot. When she glanced at Marilyn, the blonde was grinning at her as if she'd been able to read every thought in her dirty little mind.

She blew a couple of strands of loose hair away from her face as Marilyn leant forward and covered her hand with her own. 

"I've just had a thought," the blonde said. "Why don't you come along this afternoon, see what goes on? You'd like that, darling, yes?"

Her words found their way to Ella's sex. They'd allow her to watch?

"Definitely," she instantly responded, unable to keep the excitement from her voice. "Could I?"

"Of course," Marilyn confirmed, squeezing her hand. "I'll just have to sweet-talk Brett. He's the Director. I know, we'll tell him you're thinking of having a screen test. He'll go with that."

A screen test? Her? Maybe it was the lewd images that Marilyn had put in her head but the thought sent a warm shiver through Ella. 

"What exactly does a screen test involve?" she asked, trying to sound as if interest was purely academic.

"Oh, it's straightforward enough, darling," Marilyn answered. "All that's involved is a quick session infront of the camera. I'm sure it's not for you anyway, but we'll just tell Brett you're interested. That'll make sure we can get you on set."

She paused long enough to let the mental pictures begin to develop further in Ella's head. Marilyn loved the girl's wonderfully inventive mind. It made it so much easier to manipulate her thoughts.

"Some girls freeze during a screen test," she casually went on. "Can you believe that? They're being fucked by one of the industry's finest bulls, and they freeze. Others close their eyes and think of England. It's pathetic. But the really talented amongst us, we give it all we have and the camera does the rest."

Ella nodded. Could Marilyn see how excited her description had made her? Every exhibitionist bone in her body was alive with anticipation. 

"Do you want to know what it's like being a pornstar?" the blonde added, driving the idea home. "Think of the best sex you've ever had. Then think of being paid thousands of pounds for it. And just add in the thought of thousands of guys—and women—playing with themselves while they watch you onscreen. That's what it's like, my darling."

She paused, letting the images form in Ella's mind. The faraway look in those pretty brown eyes said everything she needed to know. 

"We'd better go, darling," she said, calling for their bill. "Mustn't be late for the big event..."

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It turned out that the set had been established in an apartment in eclectic Notting Hill. Marilyn explained that it belonged to a friend of the Director's and it was more cost effective to use it than to build their own set, which certainly made sense to Ella. It was furnished with contemporary nick-knacks more expensive than anything she owned, that was for sure.

Marilyn instantly introduced her to another girl—Jenny, the attractive Latina receptionist who had greeted her when she'd first visited the studio—explaining that Ella needed a chaperone who was fully au fait with the 'do's and don'ts' of shoots such as this. If she inadvertently did anything to interrupt the shooting, the Director would throw her out on her ear.

The Director—Brett—a curly haired guy who seemed to be a chain smoker, had already explained that they usually didn't allow visitors to the set but that he would make an exception in the circumstances as a favour to his star.

Marilyn had winked at Ella over his shoulder. Her blonde mentor and lover always seemed to know what to say.

She stood with Jenny at the back of the main living area. The first shoot was to take place in the relatively small space.

"You'd think we were the two stars," Jenny whispered, nudging her with her arm.

Ella understood why. There were a number of glances being directed their way by the various guys involved with the shoot. If she let her imagination wander, she could quite easily put herself in Marilyn's place. The thought ofurther increased the white-hot arousal she was feeling in anticipation of seeing her friend perform on camera.

And Jenny definitely had the same potential. She remembered being impressed with the way the curvy Latina had looked when they'd first met. She'd been showing off her mocha brown body in a short, light blue dress on that occasion. Today, she wore a bright red number that looked like it had been sprayed on. It definitely complimented her exotic looks, and those almost inappropriately high heels lifted and shaped the young beauty's already gorgeous legs.

Marilyn was in one of the adjoining rooms—in 'make-up,' Jenny had told her. People who had been standing around were now preparing themselves for action. That meant they'd be starting soon. Ella could feel the excitement build inside her own body. This was actually happening—she was going to watch a real, live porn scene!

"So," Jenny asked casually, leaning into Ella as they waited for the action to start. "You want to get into this?"

"No," Ella hesitantly whispered back, hoping that her undeniable excitement wasn't too obvious, but then added. "I'm not sure, I just want to see what goes on." 

Her mind was doing overtime and her thoughts weren't entirely rational. They never were when she was around Marilyn. The woman just seemed to instinctively know which of Ella's buttons to press and when. Was she seriously thinking about getting involved? No, of course she wasn't. She wasn't that sort of girl.

But a screen test—that made her wonder. It couldn't hurt, could it? Imagine telling any future potential boyfriends about this experience! She'd have no shortage of offers after that...

As for the money, she already knew that Marilyn had houses in a couple of countries, and enjoyed several expensive holidays every year at some of the finest and most exclusive resorts in the world. She now fully understood how the blonde could afford that sort of lifestyle. 

Even as the thought was going through her head, the Director was suddenly calling for Marilyn and Leroy to come to the set.

"You've seen Leroy?" Jenny whispered in her ear playfully.

Even the sensation of the beautiful Latina's breath on Ella's cheek was a turn-on. She bit down on her lower lip to try and maintain her composure as she shook her head.

"Wait until you see him," Jenny softly breathed, with the hint of a chuckle in her voice as she kept teasing. "I'd fuck him in a second..."

Ella didn't have to wait long to understand why Jenny was so enthusiastic. The muscular porn star was dressed in nothing but a pair of white boxer shorts as he entered the room. They made his black skin look like midnight. Try as she might, Ella found it impossible to keep her eyes away from his 'credentials'. The bulge was enormous and he tugged at his package as he crossed the room. She could almost swear his package was swaying inside the cloth with every step he took.

"It's important we don't make the slightest noise," Jenny reminded her, and then chuckled, "and no matter what, Ella, don't start playing with yourself in full view of everyone..."

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The speed with which the scene got underway took Ella aback. Leroy casually took his place on the small sofa along the far wall, arms outstretched along the back. As soon as the Director called 'action', a camera covered Marilyn as she confidently strutted towards him from across the other side of the room.

Every sway of her ass in those sky high platform heels... 

Every curve on her admittedly delicious body...

When Marilyn unbuttoned her sheer white blouse and let it float to the floor behind her, the reality of what was happening hit Ella like a sledgehammer. She wasn't sure if the few others on set felt the same way as she did—did they see it as just a job?—but her heart was beating so fast it felt as if it was about to explode out of her chest.

Marilyn was naked under the blouse and the way her majestic tits bounced was mouth-watering. Ella was already transfixed. When she slipped out of her skirt and eased herself onto to her knees in front of Leroy, she was naked.

"I've missed you, baby," she sexily murmured, deftly tugging Leroy's white boxers down to his ankles. "Let me show you how much."

So much for a storyline, Ella thought, but when she saw the size of Leroy's dick the thought faded away almost instantly. She sucked in her breath as Jenny nudged her arm. He wasn't erect—yet—and still Ella had never seen anything that big before. He even made Bruno look small. Her eyes widened just watching.

Two cameras closed in as Marilyn's long tongue extended out and licked along the full length of the huge black cock that was already in her hand. When she found a sensitive nerve on the underside of his black monster, he instantly began to grow.

Oh My God...

His dick was humungous.

Marilyn—eyes, hungry with desire—nodded approvingly. Soft licks turned into powerful sucking as she took him deep into her waiting mouth. He was fully hard in no time. 

The woman knew how to suck cock...

Ella had thought Jenny was teasing her with her "don't start playing with yourself" comment, but now she had a different perspective. The urge to slide a hand under her skirt was practically overwhelming as she instantly imagined herself in Marilyn's place, between Leroy's legs, sucking on his thickness.

The blonde tried to wrap her fingers around the base of his cock but they couldn't find their way around the whole circumference. It somehow made the whole scene even sexier as the camera zoomed in on her pretty nails as she tried in vain to close them around his shaft. 

Her head bobbed as she noisily sucked and Leroy pulled her strawberry-blonde hair to one side so that the cameras had a better view as his huge tool slid between her pouting lips. Ella legs suddenly felt weak. She felt light headed as she watched intensely at the unfolding scene. Everything was suddenly much, much hotter than even the sexy pictures that had previously formed in her head.

She found herself resting her body back against Jenny's for support. The beautiful Latina had slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her a little closer as if she understood how she was feeling. 

Ella could feel the heat of her body against hers and those stunning breasts pressing into her back. Such was her state of arousal that had Jenny tried to kiss her there and then, she wouldn't have objected in the slightest. She'd be putty in her adorable hands.

But before that thought could develop, Marilyn had pulled her talented mouth off Leroy and seductively bounced to her feet. The scene was about to progress and the cameras were moving seamlessly with her, capturing every second of the changing action.

One focused on the majestic sight of Leroy's erect monster, slick with the blonde's saliva. It rose from his thick expanse of black, curly hair like a mini tower. The other camera had caught Marilyn's perfect swaying breasts as she rose. 

Ella adored those tits. 

"Just sit back and relax," Marilyn purred wantonly as she straddled a leg across Leroy's body.

Her voice was sultrier than before and Ella could tell from experience it was thick with need.

"Let me do all the work, baby," she told him as she planted herself either side of his hips.

She gingerly lowered her body, her hand beneath her to hold Leroy's majestic tower upright as she slowly let him impale her. Her pale white skin was a wonderful contrast to his black tone. If such a thing were possible, it added even further to the whole eroticism of the scene.

Ella didn't need to see his cock entering Marilyn to know what was happening—although a camera to their left was capturing every seconds worth. She could sense the entry by the aroused expression on each of their faces. Leroy's was crunched whereas Marilyn had her head tilted forward and her mouth half-open. 

She was panting softly as each inch of his monster slid inside her.

Ella momentarily wondered how they were able to block out everything around them, but then realised that she had, too. It was like the outside world didn't exist and nothing else seemed to matter than the scene that she was witnessing. 

Suddenly, it was difficult to breathe. She wondered if everyone else in the room, like her, could hear the beating sound of her heart. It sounded so loud, thumping quickly against her ribs. Jenny's curvy body had pressed more closely into hers as they both became engrossed in the action so close to them.

How long had the two porn stars been fucking? Ella had lost track of time and yet she couldn't tear her eyes away.

Marilyn had started like a lap-dancer, teasing him with slow, circular rotations. But now, her arms tightly wrapped around Leroy's neck, she was humping up and down on him like her life depended on it. Performing for the cameras was no longer a consideration.




Changing Direction Ch. 06



They were just two lovers, completely lost in the moment

Ella had previously wondered if the Director would shout out instructions, later to be edited, but she now understood why such a thing wasn't necessary. He was happy to let them do their thing, his only consideration being the angles of the action captured by the different cameras.

This scene needed no direction...

She glanced back at the two lovers. Control had passed from one to the other. Leroy's hands tightly gripped Marilyn's hips now, controlling her movements as the strawberry-blonde threw her head back in lust fuelled ecstasy. Ella bit her lip. Dominant men were so hot! Was that how Leroy would control her? Fuck her? 

All at once, she couldn't help herself. She crossed her hands over her skirt and surreptitiously pressed them against her mound, hoping that Jenny didn't notice. The touch felt good, sending a wave of pleasure up through her spine and almost directly to her brain. It wouldn't need much pressure to give herself the relief she needed. 

But she couldn't. Not here...

Marilyn was close, too. Ella could tell that from the sounds emanating from the back of her throat. They were the same familiar noises she made when Ella's face was buried between her thighs.

Leroy had also recognised the signs, tightened his grip even further on Marilyn's hips as she began to squeal her way to her climax. Her loud moans were moans were echoing around the small room. Could their neighbours hear? The way he began to pile-drive Marilyn up and down in his lap made Ella gasp out loud. 

He'd gone from zero-to-sixty in a few seconds.

It was incredible to see the way the muscular porn star's muscles rippled along his perspiration-covered torso as he pounded her. If it were possible to join them in the scene, Ella wouldn't have hesitated.

Leroy was a machine. A fucking machine...

When Marilyn tightened her arms around his broad shoulders and screamed out her orgasm, Ella pulled her hands away and rested them on Jenny's thighs. If she so much as thought of touching herself again she would immediately dissolve into a quivering wreck.

Leroy's orgasm wasn't far behind that of his lover's. The heavier pitch of his grunts defined the inevitable.

Marilyn detected the change, too and despite her own still shivering body she was off him immediately, kneeling back down between his legs. His hand began to pump his entire length before her eyes and when he came, she took the first blast across her face. 

Ella had to press her thighs together as she watched. She wanted it to be her on her knees, sucking out the black Adonis' creamy cum while the cameras captured every move.

Marilyn's fingers were stroking Leroy's thick girth, milking him thoroughly as he blasted spurt after spurt across her pretty face. There was so much! She stayed there until he had nothing left to give and then sexily cleaned his cockhead with her mouth. When she sat back on her haunches, she greedily swept up a thick blob from her chin with her index finger and slid it between her lips.

It was too much for Ella and she rushed off to the bathroom as soon as the Director had shouted cut...

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She hadn't anticipated that Jenny would follow her. It appeared that the scene had affected the beautiful Latina woman as much as it had her. As soon as the door closed behind them, Ella turned towards her, light headed, her back against the counter

Jenny was on her in seconds, wrapping her hand around the back of her neck. The brunette's body shivered as she let herself be pulled against her, allowing Jenny to kiss her as the built-up lust split over. At first the Latina's tongue was soft and wet, very playful. But then Ella found herself pinned powerfully against the counter as kissing intensified and they made out like two rabid animals. 

"Up, up," Jenny whispered, pulling away for a moment.

Her whisper was thick and husky as her hand slid up the inside of Ella's thigh, pulling her toned legs apart to get at what she desired. 

Ella gasped, pushing her body back and upwards onto the dark countertop. When Jenny's fingers slipped beneath her damp thong, skimming along the ridge of her labia and then teasing her clit without touching it, she let out a whimper.

Her touch was perfect...

Ella rested her head on the Latina's shoulder, exposing her neck. Jenny took her up on the offering, kissing and sucking the tender flesh as she stiffened two fingers and pushed them into the needy girl's tight pussy. After what they had just seen, it was far too much to take.

Ella's shriek was torn violently from her throat as she instantly came. Somewhere near the back of her mind she wondered if her squeals of pleasure could be heard back on the set. Not that she cared about anything at that moment other than how good this felt.

"What about me?" Jenny sexily whispered in her ear as Ella slowly recovered.

She was already slipping her red panties from under her dress and leaning back against the counter.

"I need relief, too," she husked, those dark eyes flashing devilishly. 

Ella was off the counter in a nano-second. As she slid to her knees, she told herself she could pretend that the bathroom mirror opposite was a camera, catching her every move. This was going to be a command performance, just like the one she would give when she persuaded Marilyn to urgently arrange her screen test...



Changing Direction Ch. 07



Chapter Seven: The Sheik

Ella sat quietly in the corner, nervously rolling her drink around the inside of her glass. She'd stumbled across the Oxford Street wine bar on her way to the restaurant and decided to give herself the opportunity to gather her thoughts over a martini.

Except that she was now on her third. 

The second had just been for a little more confidence, and when her thoughts still hadn't cleared, a third simply had to be ordered. After all, tonight was the night, the most important step in her new career. In just over half an hour she and Marilyn would be having dinner with the Sheik. A short time later, they'd be fucking him. 

Her stomach was doing back flips at the thought.

It had taken a while but finally she understood the full picture. It had become instantly clear the moment she'd learned how much she was to be paid for the evening's work. It left little doubt about what was expected of her. At first she had been a bit shocked and taken aback, almost offended. But then she had talked it through with Marilyn...

Marilyn had told her she had everything it took to be one of the best in the business. Ella was a model, yes, but first and foremost she was an escort. She was beautiful, she had a stunning body, and she was an exhibitionist. So why not earn top money doing something she loved?

All of the beautiful models at the Secret Fantasies Modelling Agency were escorts, Marilyn had emphasised—high class escorts who accompanied their influential clients to whatever function they desired and then earned their money in the bedroom afterwards. 

But that wasn't all, she'd gently explained. Some of the models were porn stars, too. That thought was just so appealing to Ella...

Part of it was the sex, undoubtedly, but the huge financial rewards were another factor. Ella could retire even quicker than she had originally thought possible, with plenty of money to spare. The more Marilyn explained, the more Ella prompted her about the possibility of a screen test. She'd arrange it in good time, she'd explained, but only after their forthcoming assignation with the Sheik.

The Sheik! 

Ella found herself trembling at the thought of what lay in store. She was normally very confident, sometimes too much so, but even she felt almost a little out of her depth with this particular sexual encounter. Thank goodness that Marilyn would be with her tonight. It turned out that the blonde was a favourite of the Sheik's and that wasn't any surprise to Ella. Which man didn't want to fuck Marilyn Monroe? Especially the dirtier, sluttier, sexier version Ella had be-friended.

But Ella was aware that the Sheik had asked for her, too. Marilyn said it was an enormous compliment. He'd seen the photographs from both of her shoots and was paying extra because she hadn't—yet—been with any other client. He wanted her professional 'virginity' apparently.

Ella still blushed at the thought.

She finished the rest of her martini and then signalled for another. Would that really be her fourth? She was normally such a lightweight but today the drink didn't seem to be fazing her at all. 

The shameful thing was that even if the Sheik hadn't been paying so well, more money than she would have earned in a couple of years at her previous job—and tax free—she would probably still be here. Marilyn had dangled the final incentive. The Sheik was a member of the Middle East's aristocracy. Who would have thought it ... a girl from such a troubled background in the Inner City estates being fucked by a member of a royal family? Who knows—maybe Prince Harry would be next? 

Ella laughed out loud at the thought, but then covered her mouth to hide her embarrassment as she attracted attention from a couple of nearby tables. She might have stopped at the wine bar to steady her nerves, but she couldn't get her mind off the evening ahead. 

She checked her reflection in the glass-tiled pillar across from her seat. Was it just her mood that made her look particularly sexy tonight? She fluffed her already bouncy, back combed hair for effect as she smiled wickedly to herself. Marilyn had told her that the Sheik wanted classy and her white dress suited the occasion perfectly. 

Her underwired bodice cupped her already pert breasts and lifted them up to increase her cleavage. There really was no need for a bra with this dress. Beyond that, the body clung like a lovers embrace down to her shapely ass where it flared out, tightly enclosing her thighs down to her mid thigh. If it wasn't for the long seductive slit up the side that revealed her tanned thighs, the dress was so tight and figure hugging that she would barely be able to walk at all. 

She'd only bought it this afternoon, along with the tiny ornate white thong panties she had underneath. So what if she'd spent a fortune, she could afford that sort of thing now, couldn't she? 

Besides, she was certain her client would adore it as much as she did!

Glancing at her watch, she saw that time was running away with itself. Dammit, she couldn't be late, not tonight of all nights. That would be unforgiveable. She drained her glass more quickly than was sensible and chuckled to herself as she rose unsteadily to her feet. 

Maybe the drinks had calmed her nerves after all. She was nicely warmed up for the night ahead!

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Situated one hundred feet above Kensington High Street, the Babylon at the Roof Gardens was simply sublime. It was one of the Sheik's favourite London restaurants and it was soon clear why. The decor, the atmosphere, the service and the food had all been divine. 

Not that she'd eaten much, how could she when her stomach had been practically doing somersaults? Instead, she had focused on the champagne. They were into their third bottle already and the way her head was spinning suggested that her earlier martinis hadn't been such a good idea after all.

The only minor disappointment was that the Sheik was attired in a tuxedo, albeit an expensive one. She had half expected him to be dressed in his robes—Arabic men always looked so hot in their native dress. It was as if they were ready to carry you off into the sunset, back to their harem and ravish you senseless in whatever they way they deemed they wanted to.

Geez, she was half-drunk already and they'd only been there a couple of hours...

"Do you visit London often," she suddenly asked the Sheik, batting her eyelashes as she grinned at him.

She'd been much too quiet so far, she decided, and had allowed Marilyn to dominate the conversation. His gaze had strayed across her cleavage every time he glanced at her so why shouldn't she let him have the full effect of her bubbly personality as well as her sex appeal? 

"When business calls," he smiled, sipping the expensive Pernod-Ricard Perrier-Jouet.

His gaze dropped to her tits again as he turned to face Ella and his warm smile told her he was pleased she was taking the initiative. 

"Your agency is very good at catering to my needs when I'm here. It constantly amazes me, the way they continue to find such beauty."

The compliment found its way between Ella's thighs. 

"Thank you so much," she stammered, staring back into those deep eyes. 

They were watching her carefully, almost devouring her, and a warm glow began to slowly work its way up her spine. Maybe it was the age gap, he had to be more than double her age, but there was something about this man that just oozed power and control. 

He'd be fucking her soon and she giggled out loud at the thought that he'd get the full effect of her 'personality' then.

"How was your afternoon at the casino?" Marilyn interrupted, just as Ella had began to mentally strip that tux from his body.

The Sheik casually waved a hand in the air and his lips creased slightly as he nodded in apparent satisfaction. It was the first time she had seen anything that approached a smile on his face.

"Successful," he told her. "About a million, I believe."

Ella's eyes widened and she felt a shiver run up her spine. Even Marilyn seemed shocked by the casual announcement. He'd won that much? At the casino? No way! Had he? Oh my God.

"A million," she gasped.

The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.

"Slightly more," he smiled. "But the money is irrelevant. It's the thrill that appeals."

"Yeah," she absent mindedly murmured. "Me too."

The Sheik and Marilyn both laughed heartily.

"Do you gamble?" he asked.

She stared at him, blinking twice in an attempt to clear her head. She should have eaten more to balance out the effect of the champagne.

"I've been in a few casinos, but never done much betting," she managed to say.

"Perhaps you'd like to come with me on my next visit?"

Her eyes widened instantly. He was really asking her to be on his arm while he was playing with that sort of money? She'd feel like a Bond girl, except she'd always wanted to be the woman on the villain's arm. There was something deliciously sexy about that thought. 

She could be Ella Cumssogood, she laughed to herself.

"I'd love to," she gushed excitedly, imaging herself draped over him at a high roller's table. 

Maybe he could fuck her over the table, while everyone watched? It was a fantasy she'd had before. The warm surge returned and she knew from the direction of his gaze that even through the exceptionally tight dress, her nipples were giving away her obvious excitement.

"Good," he nodded, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "I have my own private casino back home in Oman. It would be a pleasure to show you around."

Sweat broke out on Ella's face brow. Suddenly it was difficult to breathe. Her chest felt tight. He was joshing, yes? But if he was, it was the first joke he'd made tonight and he'd made it with a totally straight face. He wanted her to visit Oman? To stay with him? In his bed?

She had to shake her head a little to try and comprehend how a girl from the estates of Croydon suddenly found herself in this company.

That's an amazing offer," she told him, batting her lashes again.

Her hooped earring bounced as she pushed a hand through her wonderfully high hair in nervous excitement.

"And you, Marilyn," the Sheik said, turning to the blonde with an almost knowing smirk. "It would be good to have you visit my country again. You have many admirers from your last visit who would welcome you again with open arms."

The blonde conspiratorially ran her toes up Ella's shin under the table. The knowing look she shot her made the young brunette determined to question her later. Admirers? Welcome her back? What exactly had she got up too? Marilyn's eyes were shimmering with wickedness as she turned her gaze back to the Sheik.

"That would be delightful," she murmured, dropping her hand under the table onto the Sheik's knee. 

The action wasn't discreet enough to escape Ella's greedy attention.

"I so enjoyed the last time and I know both Ella and I could handle ... whatever you had in mind."

Ella could see Marilyn's arm flexing as her hand began to move in the Sheik's lap. It quickly became the signal for the evening to move to the next stage

"Of that, I have no doubt," the Sheik agreed, rising to his feet. 

Ella licked her lips at the sight of the clear bulge in his groin. It was time to get down to business and she'd never been more ready.

"I suggest we take this conversation back to my hotel," he murmured, waving an arm to inform the maître d across the room that they were leaving. "My limousine is waiting."

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The Sheik strode purposefully into his huge suite, pulling off his bow tie on the way and casually throwing it across onto the Victorian shabby chic chair near the bed. His jacket followed before he turned to face the two women in his shirt and trousers.

Marilyn closed the door behind them and brushed against Ella as she slowly walked towards their host. Brushing her blonde hair back with one hand, she slipped one strap of her red dress from her shoulder, then the other. Even Ella gasped at the sexy sight. Marilyn's tits spilled over her lacy half cup bra as the dress pooled at her feet and her high cut matching cream thong left little to the imagination. 

The whole situation felt surreal to Ella. 

She hadn't been involved in a threesome since she and her best friend Dani had put on a show for her now ex-boyfriend Marc. Those days seemed a lifetime away right now. And that experience had been the end result of months of drunken teasing between them. This was different—she'd only met this man a few hours ago. 

As she watched, Marilyn reached the Sheik and cupped his erection through his tuxedo trousers. The contrast between her pale hand and the dark cloth of his trousers was delicious. His dark eyes flickered as she traced the outline of his long cock through the material.

"Impressive," she grinned, looking back over her shoulder at Ella, "Hung like a donkey."

Turning her attention back to the Sheik, she pulled down the zip of his pants and eased out his cock. Ella gasped again. She hadn't been joking about his size.

Marilyn grinned back at her again as she dropped to her knees in one fluid movement onto the plush carpet, kneeling before him. Keeping her right hand wrapped around the large cock as she slowly jacked it back and forth, she held it out invitingly in Ella's direction.

"Well, darling?" she murmured, licking her own lips provocatively, "Don't be shy. Come join me and show our host what an insatiable little bitch you are."

Without waiting for a response, she lowered her lips to the semi-erect penis and, with a murmur of moan of growing heat, slowly slipped it inside her mouth. Ella had never seen something as erotic, not even the sight of Marilyn going down on Leroy. 

This was the Sheik, a member of the Middle East's aristocracy, a man who was so rich he could afford to gamble, and win, a million pounds at a London casino. And Marilyn was on her knees infront of him, and her, already sucking his monster of a cock. 

She looked like a girl from the West, caught up in his harem, obediently kneeling before and serving her Master. 

As she sucked, her cheeks hollowed and the perfect bone structure of her face became more pronounced. She couldn't have looked more like the real Marilyn Monroe! And she couldn't look more beautiful.

Ella moved across the room on nervous and unsteady feet. This was it. It was going to happen. She was becoming enveloped, quite willingly, into Marilyn's world. She wanted this, too, to feel her lips slide over this man's firm cock, to feel him with her mouth. Being bought and paid for only added to her excitement. Right then she wanted what Marilyn was experiencing more than anything else in the world.

Marilyn curled a hand around her neck as she sunk to her knees, gently pulling the brunette's head to the prize before them. As Ella obediently too the Sheik's thick girth between her eager lips, she was so focused on the moment that she didn't see the conspiratorial smile that passed between the two of them.

"Yes, just like that," the Sheik encouraged, stroking her hair. "Show me what a good little cocksucker you can be."

His refined accent made the statement almost sound articulate. It was the first time he'd spoken so crudely and the words sent a flash of heat around Ella's body. He was about to discover exactly how good a cocksucker she really was and she knew he wouldn't be disappointed!

As she began to work him between her glossy lips, Marilyn brushed the back of her head and kissed the side of her neck. The action sent a fresh wave of excitement and heat along Ella's spine and down between her thighs. She even adjusted her body to help as Marilyn tugged the straps of her white dress from her shoulders, allowing the pretty dress to fall and expose her pert breasts. Her nipples were already stiff in excitement and she didn't miss a stroke as she kept sucking at the huge cock as her friend undressed her. 

It took a few seconds for Marilyn to have her naked and then the blonde's mouth was descending to help her.

"Yes," the Sheik approved, his voice straining with pleasure as the two women began their double blowjob. "With talents such as this, my country is going to welcome you both with open arms for a long time."

His fingers crept around both their necks, caressing each woman's hair as their tongues, lips and eager mouths worked in perfect combination. It was the first time they'd shared a cock but their actions were so instinctively perfect that anyone would have thought their moves had been choreographed.

Their mouths ran along the side of his stiffness, making him moan out loud as they met hungrily at the tip, then left him momentarily as they kissed, tongues fighting each other for room in each other's mouths before returning to pleasure the man between them.

Ella marvelled at how good it felt to suck this powerful man's cock. The hot flesh, dark like the rest of his tanned body, rose from a nest of light brown, tightly cropped curls. Below that, his balls were shaved—probably for moments just like this. When she took him deep into her throat, she was so into it that she nearly came at the erotic sensation.

But then Marilyn was easing her talented head away...

"Such a good girl," she whispered in Ella's ear, "but I think the Sheik needs pussy now, don't you?"

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Marilyn knew how hot she must look to the Sheik—leaning back in the antique chair, legs splayed and resting over the arms of the chair, her painted fingernails dancing over the folds of her pussy as she masturbated while she watched Ella fuck him. 

He was on the bed now, naked, his back against the headboard, with the needy girl gyrating in his lap. 

She congratulated herself on realising Ella's potential from the moment she'd spotted her on the Dubai beach. It was clear she'd found herself a gem and by carefully manipulating her, getting rid of that boyfriend and then exposing her to more and more sexual situations, she'd ramped up the brunettes sex drive to the point where the sexy young bitch continually craved more.

The three of them had been fucking for the last couple of hours—she just adored the Sheik's stamina—and still Ella couldn't get enough. It was just what Marilyn wanted. This girl was going to be an instant hit with the Sheik's Arabic clients in Oman.

Just as she had been! 

The offer of sex with Marilyn Monroe had been a great incentive for potential clients to do business with the Sheik and she had fulfilled on every deal her host had struck. And she'd been well paid for her efforts! Very well paid! Not to mention getting to fuck the Sheik every night in his ridiculously massive home. Returning there with Ella was going to be a treat. The one certainty with Arabic men was that they would adore watching the two of them together. 

"More champagne," she heard the Sheik's deep voice growl. 

She glanced up to see that he had turned Ella onto her side. The brunettes' hazy and over sexed eyes were looking across at her. She really was such an insatiably sexy bitch.

Marilyn pushed up from her chair and plucked the bottle of bubbly from the table. Instead of refilling the Sheik's glass as requested, she splashed the champagne down onto Ella's body. The girl gasped once as the fizzy liquid hit her flesh and then again as Marilyn dipped her head and licked her way across Ella's tanned Mediterranean skin.

The Sheik signalled his approval by grabbing the bottle from her hand and pouring more of the drink on Ella, this time across her breasts. Marilyn's mouth and tongue instantly followed the liquid trail, pleasuring one sticky nipple then the other.

"More," the Sheik instructed as he doused the whole of her body with more champagne. 

Ella felt herself gasp as the liquid cascaded across her flesh. She stared sexily at him, loving the thought of being a part of two hot women obediently pandering to his lusts. Then Marilyn's tongue took over her thoughts. It was lapping at the little pool of liquid gathering in her bellybutton and then her blonde lover was slipping both hands under her asscheeks, lifting her pussy to her bubbly covered lips.




Changing Direction Ch. 07



"Oh fuck!!!"

She was so turned on she came with the first sweep of Marilyn's tongue, falling back against the Sheik's perspiration covered body as she screamed out her climax. Marilyn smiled to herself but didn't let up. Her lips slurped up the combination of champagne and juices from Ella's pussy, glancing up at Sheik as she did.

His fingers were softly stroking his cock as he watched the two women performing just for him. Marilyn exchanged a conspiratorial look with him and he nodded contentedly. This was what he wanted to see. What he was paying to see. Well, part of it anyway...

Tilting her head to one side, Marilyn brushed a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear. Lewdly flicking her tongue in his direction, she gave him one last, devilish look, before dropping her head again. 

"Oh God," Ella cried, stretching her body like a cat.

Her hips arched helplessly, pushing herself upwards into her lovers tongue. As a second orgasm approached, Marilyn sucked in her drenched clit. When she rolled the little bud around the inside of her mouth, chewing on it, Ella's climax exploded.

It was too much for the Sheik.

His fingers wrapped themselves in the Ella's hair, roughly tugging her flat on the bed. Marilyn smiled. He'd been such a gentleman at dinner, but now her brunette friend was seeing the real side of him. Not that it was overawing Ella. The sweet darling was already spreading her shapely legs and reaching out for his monster of a cock.

The night was progressing even better than she could have hoped.

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Ella moaned again. She'd been with some big guys over the years but the Sheik's humungous manhood filled her more completely than she thought possible. How long had they been fucking? Time had lost meaning at some point during the night.

He was so powerful, too—so commanding—a real man who knew what he wanted and took what he could. She adored that.

His cock changed angle, brushing her clit as he raised himself to his knees. His mouth dipped to suck on her tits. Oh dear God. He thirst for her was unquenchable as her own for his huge cock. 

When he pumped harder, she let out another moan. Her other leg reached up around his back, digging into the top of his ass with her heels and pulling him closer. He duly obliged by sinking another couple of inches inside her. No-one had ever been this deep in her. 

Her eyes rolled and her head spun in delicious lust. The wonderful bastard was going to split her in two!!

His hands slid under her ass and she pushed up off the bed with her hands, giving him better access to what he desired. Only her shoulders and the soles of her feet remained on the mattress as she arched herself up into him. She moaned again, over and over, and it seemed that the sounds of arousal only inspired the Sheik to abuse her more. 

She had so much to look forward to—her visit to Oman, her screen test. But right now, nothing mattered except for that wonderfully thick donkey-dick pounding inside her. She was his little harem slut for evening and it couldn't have felt better.



Changing Direction Ch. 08



Chapter Eight: The Little voice in her head

Ella sighed happily as the warm shower water cascaded across her skin, running in little rivulets across her warm flesh. It was difficult for her to contain her excitement. 

Today was the day. Her screen test...

Maybe it had been a mistake to have spent the night with Roger and Barry again. Perhaps she should have conserved her energy, considering what awaited her this afternoon. But she had energy to burn and her sexual needs were ramped up to such an extent that the more sex she had, the more she needed. As soon as she'd showered, she'd be returning to the bedroom and fucking each of them again.

Each time the sex seemed to get hotter and dirtier, and every time the voice in her head pushed her on for more. It was difficult to say no to its demands, as if her body was slowly taking more and more control of her actions, turning her need into an addiction.

Times like this made her reflect on her younger days. She'd grown up in Inner City Croydon, one of the toughest parts of London. Much of her early life had been spent associating with local gangs and skipping school. Her teachers had never seemed too interested in her, given her own lack of enthusiasm at being taught anything. 

However, her classical beauty and sassy attitude had helped her through those difficult times and, together with a few good breaks, survival had been assured.

She had often wondered if those difficult times explained why she'd turned into such an exhibitionist. Her revealing clothes, large heels, long dark hair, heavy mascara and body piercings were all designed to ensure that she stood out from the crowd. And now, with her ego and exhibitionism massaged by Marilyn, that desire to be the centre of attention had reached a new level. It was her screen test... 

She'd be giving herself to Leroy, in the way she'd given herself to so many men over the years. But this time she'd be doing so on camera. A wicked voice inside her head told her that this was everything she had ever wanted.

The persistent voice had been with her throughout her life. It had been consuming at times, one that she often had difficulty in denying. It was the same voice that had been with her when she first learned to masturbate, when she'd taken her first taste of alcohol, when she'd given her first blow job, when she'd tried her first joint ... and just before her first-ever fuck. 

It constantly demanded more of her, as if wanting to push her onto another level. And always ... always ... she allowed it to lead her wherever it wanted to go...

She turned around in the shower, her hands active on her body as she part-washed and part-teased herself. The soapy material felt sublime on her flesh and her nipples tightened into little points as she caressed her perky tits. Her mind was elsewhere, in the studio with Leroy, and almost of its own volition her right hand crept along her flat stomach, down between her legs and brushed across her swollen clit. 

The voice inside her head was purring in approval, and she leaned back on the cool tile wall, yanking the showerhead from its perch and directing the hard spray directly across her sex. 

Her orgasm wasn't far away when the shower door suddenly opened behind her. Was it Roger? Or Barry? 

Who cared as long as one or other of them fucked her? 

Ella leaned back into him as he cupped her tits from behind, loving the feel of his hard cock against her asscheeks. She moaned happily as his length grew against her, but the moan turned into a gasp as he suddenly rammed her body forward against the shower screen, her face flattened against the wet glass.

She turned her head sideways to relieve the pressure, letting her features squash against the glass like her breasts. God, that felt so good. Widening her legs, she gave him the access he wanted, and then he was inside her ... starting to thrust.

"Harder," she gasped, her cheek pressed flat against the cold surface. "Harder..."

She couldn't have felt more wanton as the spray of the water bounced across their bodies. Her eyes rolled as she gave herself over to him, submitted to the desires of her body. But what was even more exciting was the thought that this was only the aperitif. The main course was to come later, when she'd be surrounded by cameras.

She couldn't wait...

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The twins had been long gone by the time Marilyn called around and collected her from her apartment. She had whetted Ella's appetite in the taxi on the way to the studio by regaling her with tales of Leroy's prowess, loving the look on the brunette's face as she listened intently, fidgeting excitedly as the tingles grew inside her. 

By the time the taxi pulled up outside the 'Secret Fantasies Film Studio,' Ella had felt herself practically dripping with need. Was it actually possible for her to feel any hotter than this?

She turned her head to glance at Marilyn as they exited the cab. The strawberry-blonde just grinned back at her. They didn't need to speak—the shared look said it all. Marilyn had done her job perfectly. 

It was Ella's first time at the film studios. Marilyn and Leroy's shoot had taken place at the apartment in Notting Hill, but apparently all the screen tests took place at the East London location.



There were a few guys dotted around the reception area, all of them looking her way when they arrived. Ella grinned inwardly, purposefully swaying her ass as she walked past them. She could feel their looks without even turning her head to make sure. She really was the centre of attention, even with a gorgeous girl like Marilyn next to her. 

Marilyn introduced her to one of them, a blonde-haired Australian who looked more like a surfer than a director. Not that he'd be doing much directing, he explained. He was just there to make sure she was comfortable with everything that was happening and to ensure that his two stars enjoyed the scene that they were creating together. 

After that it was down to the producers and financiers if they thought she had potential, he explained. 

Her next introduction was to a couple of guys in their late-forties, Ella guessed. Chas and Arnie were the cameramen who would be 'working' with her, Marilyn explained.

Chas was cute enough, Ella decided, with his perfect manners and bright blue eyes, but it was the black-bearded Arnie who reinforced what she was actually about to do. His dark eyes never left her tits, even when he exchanged a couple of muttered words with Marilyn. Just recently, it seemed the more primal and sexual the guy was, the more turned on Ella was. Her nipples obligingly rose in approval of his lustful gaze.

"We'll pass on the other introductions," Marilyn told her, nodding at the other guys around the room, "or we won't have time to shoot the scene. Your reputation precedes you, darling. I've never known so many people take such an interest in a screen test."

Ella just stared at her blond mentor. These people were here specifically to watch her? The realisation felt way too good.

"They all have jobs to do," Marilyn explained nonchalantly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "But the moment you're on that set, they'll all find a reason to be in the viewing room."

"Viewing room?" Ella asked quizzically. 

She liked the sound of that.

"That's right, darling. Let me show you."

Taking Ella's arm, she led her through one door, along a narrow dark-walled corridor, and then into a small rectangular-shaped room through another door on their right.

The blonde's short black skirt rode up her thigh when she casually perched on the edge of the black desk, revealing a sliver of tanned skin above her nude-coloured stockings. Ella knew the action was deliberate and she felt a shiver pass through her. Maybe when the shooting was finished, she and Marilyn could head back to her place? Her appetite was even stronger than ever.

The thought faded as the older woman reached for the console on the table. When she pressed a red button, the curtains that ran the full length of the long wall in front of them slowly parted to reveal a long, rectangular window through which they could see another room.

"It's a one way window," Marilyn explained, as Ella stared through the glass. "We can see them, but they can't see us."

Chas and Arnie were manoeuvring two large cameras around each side of the four-poster bed, seemingly testing out different angles and adjusting the lighting rigs. Shane, the Australian director, was talking to them, no doubt giving his opinions on how he saw the scene working and what angles would be best. 

The room wasn't large enough to take anything other than the bed, and Ella felt a pang of disappointment at the realisation that others wouldn't be standing close by, watching while Leroy fucked her.

Still, she'd be able to glance across at the glass window, knowing that they were in the viewing room...

"Have you heard of a fluffer?" Marilyn suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

Goosebumps covered Ella's body. Who hadn't? A fluffer was a person whose sole role was to keep an adult film star aroused on the set.

"Leroy never needs one once the filming has started," the older woman purred. "But he does like to be warmed up. Want to see?"

She flicked a switch on the console, and the middle of the three dark screens sitting infront of them burst into life.

"Leroy's changing room," Marilyn softly told her. "Don't worry, they can't hear us."

Ella felt her throat catch. Leroy was sitting on a chair facing the camera, legs spread apart as he leant back comfortably into the chair. The naked porn star was as magnificent a physical specimen as she'd ever seen. He was tall, toned, with bulging muscles and ... and ... a monster between his thighs.

A dark haired girl was on her knees in front of him. Although she had her back to the camera, there wasn't any doubt as to what she was doing. Her head was bobbing in his lap with sultry efficiency with the occasional slurping sounds echoing around the room.

"Recognise her?" Marilyn asked.

At first, Ella didn't, not until Marilyn turned a switch that manoeuvred the screen at right angles to expose more of her body and her face.

A few strands of the girl's short dark hair had fallen down over her right eye when she came up for air. She was gasping, aroused at her own actions. Her glossy red lips were still parted. The top three buttons of her white blouse were unfastened and her cleavage was bursting out of her black bra. As if on cue, she glanced in the direction of the camera, giving a coy smile.

Ella's heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest.

It was Jenny!

She watched, transfixed, as the beautiful Latina wrapped her long fingers fully around Leroy's girth, rubbing slowly up and down a few times before holding him firmly in position as her wet mouth descended on him again.

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"She knows we're watching," Marilyn breathily told Ella. "She's just like you that way, a bit of an exhibitionist. And she wants to put on a good show, of course."

The words bit into Ella's psyche as they filtered through her arousal-fogged mind. She hadn't seen Jenny again since they'd both rushed into the bathroom at the Notting Hill apartment. Watching Leroy and Marilyn perform that day had given a surge of sexual adrenalin that neither of them had been unable to contain. They'd locked the door and stayed in there for over half an hour until they'd—temporarily at least—satisfied each other.

As she watched Jenny give Leroy the slow, sensual blow job, Ella found herself wanting to be in the changing room with them, joining in, just like the way she and Marilyn had performed together on the Sheik. If the action was designed to get her in the right mood for what was to follow, it was certainly doing its job...

On the monitor, Jenny had slurped off Leroy's shaft for a moment and was busy sucking his balls, one by one. Ella felt Marilyn move behind her and she sighed in appreciation as the woman's hands found her tits.

"Just imagine what that cock is going to feel like inside you," she seductively whispered in the young brunette's ear. 

But Ella's overheated mind was already ahead of her. She mewed in agreement, her gaze transfixed on the scene in front of her as Marilyn's hands mashed her tits. Jenny had gone back to work on Leroy's stiff member again, her bobbing head so far down that she must be deep-throating him again.

"That's a good girl; just like that," she heard him encourage on screen. 

His voice sounded so deep, so dominant, so sexy.

He was running his fingers through Jenny's short dark hair, moving to grip her locks tightly as he began to hump into her mouth. The Latina choked a little as he shoved himself deeper into her throat, but he wasn't about to let her escape.

"Oh fuck, yeah," he moaned, clenching his teeth.

He was pulling her so closely against him that her glossy lips were touching his heavily-trimmed pubic hair. He was using her, skull fucking her and she was loving every second of it.

But then, just as suddenly, he was dragging her head away. His chest heaved as he held her there, inches away from his throbbing cock, panting hard as he held back from his climax. 

"Nearly got me there," he grunted. "But we don't want to waste it, do we? I have a long afternoon ahead."

Jenny sank back on her haunches, a wicked grin on her face as she turned towards the camera again and wiped some saliva from her lips with the back of her hand. She gave an exaggerated wink at the same moment as Marilyn planted a soft kiss on Ella's sensitive neck.

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Ella sat at the dressing table, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Roy had been brought in to attend to her make-up and hair and to generally get her to look like a porn star. 

He'd outdone himself this time. Her eyes were heavily made up with bright mascara and dark eyeliner, and she looked like a dirty little fucktoy, a beautiful, slutty princess, who'd been born to fuck. Maybe she'd adopt this as her day-to-day appearance? Marilyn looked like a walking wet dream every moment of the day, so why couldn't she?

She ground her hips into the chair in excitement. Her imagination was threatening to run away with her. She could see Leroy now, his dark eyes looking down at her on her knees as she worshipped at his huge cock. She imagined the cameras filming her every move, every bob of her head and lap of her tongue. The people watching at home, getting excited by her movements, their cocks getting stiff and pussies wet as they imagined fucking her. It was too good to believe...

Somehow, she wrestled herself back to reality and rose up on unsteady feet. It was time to do this.

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Ella moaned aloud. Once, twice, three times.

They'd been fucking nonstop for at least a couple of hours now, although time had lost any sort of meaning somewhere in between. He had taken her in every position she could imagine and a couple she'd never even dreamt of. This wonderful man and his monster of a dick were unbelievable. But then she wasn't being fucked by a normal person. She was being fucked by a porn star...

She'd lost count of the number of orgasms she'd had but it had made no difference to Leroy. The black bull had just continued to pound her as if there was no tomorrow...

The cameras had been slightly off-putting to begin with but now they were long forgotten. No, that was wrong. They actually added to the experience, although Ella no longer paid them any notice. She was lost in the moment, enjoying the fact that she was being filmed, fucking Leroy, while a whole group of people watched in the viewing room.

Leroy was turning her now, holding her hips as he positioned her forward on the bed. Ella glanced back at him over her shoulder, running her tongue across her lips as she spread her legs wider to give him the access he wanted. He could do whatever he wanted to her right now, the rougher and dirtier the better. 

When he pushed into her from behind, the feeling of his cockhead sliding so easily into her tightness made her groan in pleasure. She arched her back to feel him even deeper still. 

Every sensitive nerve in her body was now on full alert.

Sliding even deeper, Leroy lifted her up slightly at the waist until she was leaning back completely against him.

"Smile for the cameras, baby," he grinned, pulling back her head so her face was revealed even more to the all-seeing lens'.

Ella glanced across at one camera and then the other. Were they really that close? When had that happened? She stared into the one on her left—Chad's—letting it capture the ecstatic expression of pleasure on her face as she began to thrust her hips in time with his own. 

When he cupped het tits and expertly began to pinch her nipples, she instantly came again.

He wrapped his other arm around her waist, holding her trembling body closer to him as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm. There was no letting up and nor did she want there to be. The voice in her head wouldn't allow it. 

This was too good to ever stop...

His other hand pulled her dark hair back again and Ella moaned at his roughness. It felt so hot to be treated like this and she marvelled at the way he seemed to instinctively know what she wanted. The ridges and thickness of his cock as it moved inside her were driving her insane. 

Sweat dripped down from her sexually charged body and she turned her eyes to the camera again, imagining how slutty she must look. Her unkempt hair was wet and matted, her make-up had run down her face and her narrowed eyes were beyond pleasure. She purred in delight, loving the way she must look. She couldn't wait to see herself later.

Then Leroy was suddenly fucking her faster. The bed was bouncing and she couldn't catch her breath. The friction inside her was practically unbearable but, even in this extreme moment of pleasure, she realised that something was different. His breathing was thicker. There was a growl to his tone. That told her that the black bull was close...

Ella somehow found the energy to twist her head back so that she could glance at him over her shoulder again. His face had tightened and he was trying to hold back. In response, she squeezed her internal muscles around him, tightening her pussy on his cock as she slid her hips back to take his hard thrusts as deep as she could. 

No man could resist that...

She gratifyingly heard him roar and his fingers tightened on her hips as he released a huge surge of cum deep into her. Ella cried out her delight, continuing to grind her ass back and forth until she coaxed another burst from her lover. 

Was there anything in the world as delicious as this feeling?

Twisting her body around on the bed, Ella moved quickly enough to catch his third blast in her mouth, hoping that the cameras were catching exactly how needy and sexual she must look in those seconds, desperate for Leroy's cum to fill her throat. 

Taking his still throbbing monster in her hands, she began to jerk him hard, milking out everything he had to give right before her eyes and gratefully taking every drop between her greedy lips. The wonderful bastard seemed to cum forever and she only releasing him when he had nothing left did to give.

The applause that erupted from the side of the room took her by surprise. She'd been so lost in the intensity of Leroy's fucking. It was Shane, the Australian director. He had a large smile on his face as he applauded. But then the sound stopped and he began to move towards her, his hands moving to his trousers. 

"Keep the camera rolling, boys," he grunted, unfastening his belt and letting his trousers drop to the floor.

Ella felt her heart beat faster as he kicked the trousers away and pulled out his reasonable-sized cock. This wasn't in the script, but she wasn't complaining. She wantonly knelt on the bed, parting her lips as she let him slide his cock deep into her throat. 




Changing Direction Ch. 08



She really was a slutty insatiable little bitch. 

The familiar voice in her head purred its approval. 





Epilogue

"So how was he?" Marilyn asked, shooting Ella a warm smile.

The two women were enjoying the uninterrupted view of the endless blue ocean from their sun loungers while they took a drink at the pool area. The five-star Grand Hyatt Muscat was situated on a pristine stretch of private beach in the capital of the Sultanate of Oman and, courtesy of the Sheik, naturally, it had been their home for almost a week.

"You were an hour late for breakfast," Marilyn went on. "He must have worn you out."

"Well, he was very enthusiastic," Ella chuckled happily, recalling the previous night's activities, "But not enough to run me into the ground. Mind you, his friend was quite a tiger, too."

Marilyn's eyes lit up. She so loved Ella's free spirit. Releasing it had been such a pleasure. 

"Really?" she said, leaning forward in anticipation.

Marilyn's fabulous tits spilled out of that little top in every direction. If Ella was the type, she would have been jealous. The whole of the Arabic population seemed to love blonde buxom Western women, especially when they looked like Marilyn Monroe. 

Maybe her own curves could do with a little enhancement? Those Arabic clients of theirs could barely tear their eyes away from Marilyn's impressive cleavage and now that she was earning the money she was, why not enhance her own assets?

Mind you, she'd had more than her own fair share of admirers this week, especially with her dressed the way she had this week. 

Today's outfit consisted of a black top that was smaller than most string bikinis and barely covered her nipples, let alone the rest of her tits. And her extremely short black wrap skirt displayed the base of her perky ass every time she took a step in the gorgeous five inch wedge heels she so adored. Her navel was pierced with a dangling string of diamonds—the latest of several presents from the Sheik—and her legs, like the rest of her exposed skin, were shimmering with body lotion.

"He had a friend?" Marilyn pressed again, leaning so far forward that she could see a hint of nipple. 

Ella's body responded in kind, fidgeting just a little at the sight of her friend.

"Mmhmm," she replied seriously.

Then a wicked grin spread across her face.

"His name was Amir bin Khalid and he's invited me to a party the night after tomorrow. I don't think that Ahmed was too impressed, but what the heck. I put a smile back on his face by agreeing to see him again tomorrow night, so, tonight I'm yours, tomorrow I'll see Ahmed, then Amir the next night and after that—"

"After that," Marilyn interrupted, "you and I are entertaining two of the Sheik's newer clients."

"A girl never has a moment's peace," Ella joked, and the two women dissolved into laughter.

It was true. They'd been entertained by the Sheik the first night of their arrival in Oban—his wife had been away somewhere, neither girl cared where—which had consisted of an expensive dinner, a full evening at the Grand casino, and the rest of night in the Sheik's bed. That man was insatiable. Ella adored him.

Since that first night, she and Marilyn had spent each night separately 'entertaining' some of his important clients, with more of the same scheduled for the rest of their stay. There wasn't a single evening either of them had free for the duration of their stay. 

Ella loved it...

When they returned to England, she had another photo shoot lined up, and shortly after that she was scheduled to appear in her very first porn movie. Her bank balance was overflowing.

"Girl's in our profession don't have a moment's peace," Marilyn replied, with a seductive smile. "That's why we're so rich and fulfilled."

"Fulfilled," Ella laughed. "Yes, I think you could say I'm fulfilled."

The two women burst out laughing again.

"It's a shame to keep our fulfilment to ourselves," Marilyn calmly said, nodding to Ella at the curvy redhead who was sitting alone beside the pool across from them. "Especially tonight..."

They'd noticed the girl on the second morning of their stay and after a few discreet enquiries, Marilyn had discovered she was twenty-two, single, and on holiday in Oban with her parents. She poured a couple of fresh glasses of champagne and handed them to Ella.

"Now, I suggest you go and work that magic of yours, darling." 

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The redhead had just grasped the bottom of her tee, her arms crossing in the process, and peeled it over her head. Ella stood quietly to the right of her for a moment, allowing her eyes to rove across the girl's luscious curves. Underneath she wore a tiny, red string bikini top that barely housed her full breasts, and a similarly small pair of bottoms.

Ella placed both glasses of champagne on the edge of the pool, and then dove fluidly into the water. She comfortably completed a lap and when she swam back, she pulled herself up onto the lip of the pool and slicked back her wet, dark hair, allowing the water to cascade down her shoulders onto the swell of her breasts just above the water line.

She made a very tempting sight. All eyes were on her, she knew, but Ella only had one target in mind. She licked her lips softly like a predator eyeing up its prey.

"Care to join me?" she smiled across to the girl, nodding at the glasses of bubbly beside her. "I got them for us."

"You did?" the girl asked, with a cautious smile. 

It was only natural that she was a little nervous and unsure. It would make her transition all the more delicious.

Ella let out a throaty laugh and nodded. For a moment it appeared as if the young woman was unsure what to do, but then she let her curiosity get the better of her and walked across to the pool. She sat down next to the still partially submerged Ella, sliding her legs into the warm water beside her.

"Thank you," she hesitantly said, picking up one of the glasses and taking a sip. "What have I done to deserve this?"

Ella smiled softly. The approach was more or less the same that Marilyn had used with her on that Dubai beach. 

"My friend and I noticed you earlier this week," she said. "I'm Ella, by the way."

"Carla," the girl said.

"It's good to meet you, Carla," she said, clinking her glass against the redhead's. "My friend and I are both models and it just so happens that the agency is looking for fresh talent."

The girl's eyes widened almost perceptibly. She was taking the bait, undeniably, just like Ella had all those months ago. 

"Occasionally it's possible to find a new gem, a fresh face who expresses an interest in a modelling career," she added, using the same words Marilyn had used on her. 

They seemed so perfect now.

She shifted in the water again, this time freeing her right hand to let it stray almost innocently along the girl's thigh. The outline of the redhead's nipples suddenly appeared through her bikini top. Ella let the girl see that she had noticed before continuing. 

"Have you modelled before, Carla?"

"Me?" The girl gushed at the compliment. "No I haven't. I'd love too, though. What's it like?"

"It's a fabulous life," Ella sweetly told her, batting her long lashes with a seductive gaze.

Her fingers danced higher, sliding along the inside of Carla's thigh. She was testing the water between them, just like Marilyn had done when she'd begun to smooth the suntan oil across Ella's skin. 

She allowed her fingers to linger a moment longer before she pulled them away. The girl was nervous, but the lack of any objection told her everything she needed to know.

"We were wondering," Ella continued, "my friend and I, why don't you join us for a drink after dinner tonight. We can share a few experiences together and then we'll tell you everything you need to know about a career in the most exciting industry in the world..."



THE END



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