Chapter 6-Laetitia Casta changes her name

 

“I’m really sorry about this afternoon.  I didn’t understand what was going on,” Jennifer said as they returned to his hotel room.  The group of cheerleaders had helped him lug all the equipment back to the staging area he setup weeks before. 

 

The thought of eight nubile college cheerleaders carrying around all his equipment turned him on.  Looking into the room, he thought he should get a bigger one.  The eight girls and his equipment nearly filled the space in the main lounge area.  Throughout the entire process of moving his equipment, Sherry and Amanda eyed each other closely.  Cathy had a look of excitement whenever she got near Mike, but didn’t say anything.  

 

 

“Listen Cathy, you don’t really want to become a crack whore,” he told the young woman as she was walking out of the room for the last time.  The only two cheerleaders left were Sherry and Amanda, the two red-heads. 

 

“Oh, okay, that sounds good,” she beamed at him, lightly kissing him on the cheek as she passed by.  “You’re so sweet.  I’ll see you later then.” She concluded walking down the hall. 

 

“Don’t worry about it Jenn, it was fun,” Mike said, looking back at the gorgeous coach.  She smiled warmly at him as he opened the door to his room. 

 

A look of concern crossed the coach’s face as she realized what was happening. 

 

“I don’t know Mike.  You know I’m married,” Jennifer said uncertainly showing him her wedding ring by raising her dainty hand.

 

He hadn’t put much work into her programming.  Mike found it more interesting when the other person was still herself. 

 

“Don’t worry about it Jenn, it’ll be okay.  I’m sure you’re husband would love for you to come into my hotel room,” Mike replied, smiling with a wicked grin.  Nodding slowly, the statuesque blonde walked past him into the room. 

 

“Sherry, Amanda, why don’t you two use the bedroom and have some fun,” Mike told the two cheerleaders who were finishing off setting the equipment down.  An odd expression crossed Sherry’s visage, but she just smiled and walked into the bedroom.  Turning just as they entered the room, the two cheerleaders embraced and starting kissing each other. 

 

“What is this stuff?” Jennifer asked as she saw the equipment at the window. 

 

“Oh, it’s just the stuff I use to control people’s minds,” Mike replied, smiling.  A surprised look crossed Jennifer’s face as she looked at the equipment.  Laughing, she looked up at him. 

 

“Very funny, now really, what does it do?” Jennifer said, smiling again at his joke. 

 

“Before I tell you, I’d really like you to take your top off,” Mike replied as he walked up to the tall coach. 

 

“Listen here, I really can’t do that.  I shouldn’t even be in here,” Jennifer said with more vehemence then she intended.  Her left hand raised her the top of her blouse, hesitated a moment and popped the first button. 

 

“I’d really just like to know what’s going on,” Jennifer continued as her hands continued popping buttons.  After each button there was a hesitation, but she continued to pop them.  She let the blouse fall open, briefly exposing her ample chest. 

 

Slowly, she reached up and pulled the blouse apart, letting it slide down on each side, finally ending up at her feet, revealing a white cotton bra and left much to the imagination. 

 

“So, are you going to tell me what’s going on here or not?” Jennifer said, clearly finished with her striptease. 

 

“Damnit girl, take that stupid bra off too,” Mike said, somewhat frustrated. 

 

“Listen here asshole, I’m not going to take my bra off just because you asked,” Jennifer replied as she reached behind her back and unclasped the white cotton bra.  Angrily, she grabbed the bra and threw it across the room.  

 

Almost instantly her nipples got hard.  The room was a little chilly.  Shaking a bit, her large tits jiggled enticingly. 

 

“That’s much better.  You’re husband must love those,” Mike said, pointing at her mounds. 

 

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes, as a matter of fact, he does,” Jennifer replied without realizing what she was saying, slightly wiggling her chest. 

 

Mike could hear the sounds of the two cheerleaders in the other room.  The sound of furniture being moved and some chatter that almost sounded like cheering amused him slightly.  He wondered the two were doing in there.

 

“How long will it take for you to be missed by someone?” Mike inquired. 

 

“What are you talking about?  I really should get going now,” Jennifer replied, somewhat exasperated. 

 

“Tell me when you will be missed,” Mike continued the questions. 

 

“If you must know, my husband is out of town for the week, and I have no school duties until August,” she replied, rolling her eyes. 

 

“That’s perfect.  Mrs. Barrow, those are really nice sweat pants you have there,” Mike said, smiling at the coach. 

 

Briefly looking down she said “Thanks.  Now, if you’ll please just tell me what’s going on, I’ll get out of your hair.”

 

“Oh, I’ll tell you all right.  But first, please take off your pants,” Mike continued. 

 

Again, with a shocked expression, she replied, “I’m getting tired of this now, as I said, I’m not going to strip just because you asked.”  As before, she reached down and pulled her athletic pants to the floor, stepped out of them and arose again. 

 

Standing up, looking defiant, she demanded to know what was going on. 

 

“Jennifer Jennifer Jennifer, you should know what’s going on already.  You’re going to strip down out of those panties, walk over to me, and try to give me as much pleasure as you can,” Mike continued, finally tired of the game. 

 

Rolling her eyes, Jennifer was utterly shocked at what the man had just said.  What would make him think she would have sex with him.  She wasn’t the least interested in him she thought as she stepped out of her panties. 

 

Damn, this guy really is a pervert, Jennifer thought as she walked over to where he was sitting.  Standing over him, she put her hands on her hips and wondered what to do next.  Looking up at her, he noticed something on one of the monitors across the room. 

 

“Freeze, and stay there just like that,” Mike said.  Jennifer wasn’t sure what was going on, but the idea of standing frozen in front of him seemed to make good sense.  She did just as he asked. 

 

Getting up, Mike looked at her closely.  He loved her pose the way it was.  Standing naked, but still defiant, with her hands on her hips as though she is Wonder Woman.  He decided to keep her like this for the time being.  Typing a few commands into the computer, he ensured she wouldn’t get hungry, tired, or bored. 

 

Walking over to the computer, he noticed a name scrolling across the top of the screen.  Laetitia Casta was the name listed.   Somewhere he knew that name, but he couldn’t quite place it.  Looking at the amplified image of the woman on the beach, the name finally came to him.  She was one of the models for Victoria Secret. 

 

“Hmmm, interesting, I must have forgotten to turn it off,” he thought as he noticed there were hundreds of pages of data on the young woman down on the beach.  

 

He also noticed nothing was going on down on the beach.  He walked back to the computer back by the window and started to type.  A few minutes later he heard a knock on the door. 

 

“Come in,” he called out, knowing who was waiting for him.  The door opened and the young model walked into the room. 

 

She was wearing a dark brown blouse and new blue-jeans.  Her mid-length hair was slightly mussed from the wind, but that just seemed to accentuate her beauty.  Her dark blue eyes looked at him, then around the room. 

 

Bonjour, je ne sais pas vraiment ce que je fais ici mais figuré lui soyez amusementk,” the young woman said in French, smiling at him. 

 

Looking at the computer, he knew what she said, but couldn’t understand her words as she spoke. 

 

“I love your name Laetitia,” Mike said, pronouncing her name LayTitEAhh, smiling back at the young model. 

 

“Okay.  I speak little English, I don’t think you said my name correctly.  It’s Laetitia,” she replied, uncertainly. 

 

“Let’s see if we can’t fix that, shall we?” Mike questioned. 

 

“Sure, how do we do that?” Laetitia replied, now very confused.  Looking around the room, her eyes came across Jennifer standing in the corner, with her hands on her hips still stark naked and unmoving. 

 

“Que cette femme fait-elle là-bas?” she asked.  Looking at the computer, Mike understood. 

 

“Oh, she’s just one of my favorite statues,” Mike replied. 

 

“Excusez-moi?” Laetitia replied. 

 

“You seem very interested in my friend, why don’t you go meet her.  Jennifer, this is Laetitia, Laetitia, this is Jennifer,” Mike said, calling across the room to the frozen form of Jennifer. 

 

“Okay, now, let’s see if I can’t do something about this language problem,” Mike told Laetitia as he started to typing into the computer.  Laetitia walked over to the older woman. 

 

“Bonjour, my name is Laetitia, nice to meet you,” Laetitia said to Jennifer.  Jennifer didn’t reply. 

 

Looking at the young woman who walked into her view, Jennifer was surprised that she somehow recognized her.  She wanted to say something to the young woman but decided it was better just to stand frozen. 

 

Laetitia felt an odd feeling pass her mind.  She couldn’t quite figure it out, but something very odd was happening.  She stood in front of the frozen woman and stared, blankly into space, trying to figure out what was going on. 

 

Jennifer was watching the woman when the strangest expression crossed her face.  She seemed to be lost in thought of something.  Jennifer released her current state of undress and wondered what this young woman thought of her.

 

Watching the expressionless woman standing in front of her, Jennifer lost interest.  Staring out the window seemed more interesting. 

 

“Laetitia, why don’t you take that blouse off so I can get a good look at you while I work,” Mike called across the room. 

 

“Huh?  I don’t think I understand,” Laetitia replied, coming out of her fog. 

 

“I said you should undress so I can get a better look at you,” Mike replied, somewhat impatiently.  This language thing was annoying. 

 

“Oh.  Well, I don’t do that type of photoshoot,” Laetitia replied, finally understanding what he wanted.  Her career was going very well now so she didn’t have to worry about working in the lower end of the business. 

 

Mike typed a few things into the computer and then looked up at her.  “Please just do what I ask,” he said finally. 

 

Shaking her head, she replied “I don’t even know you.  How do you expect me to undress?  That would be outright unseemly,” she replied, with what she thought of as a better command of the language. 

 

“You see Jennifer doesn’t mind, why should you?” Mike replied, looking closely at the young supermodel. 

 

“Well.  I.  I don’t know, this seems very odd to me,” she replied after a moments pause.  She then pulled the sweater over her head and threw it to the side of the room, watching it as it landed right next to Jennifer’s cloths.  Spreading her arms wide apart, she said “Okay, there see, you’ve seen pictures of these,” pointing at her ponderous breasts with both hands.

 

“Actually, I have, they are very nice, I’m sure that’s how you got so popular,” Mike replied, looking intently at Laetitia’s bra-clad breasts. 

 

“Lose the bra,” he continued. 

 

“Excuse me?” she replied as she reached back and unclasped the plain cotton bra and let it fall to the floor, exposing her large C-cup breasts. 

 

“Is this better?” Laetitia said, again spreading her arms wide apart and wiggling slightly so he could get a good view. 

 

“Not quite yet.  I’d actually like to take a look at your cunt if that’s okay,” Mike replied. 

 

“De diable vous parlent-ils? Je ne vous montrerai mon vagin dans aucune circonstance?,” she yelled.  Clearly, under times of stress, she will return to her former language.  Looking at the monitor, he read her saying “What the hell are you talking about?  I will not show you my vagina under any circumstance.”

 

Looking at him, then down at her jeans, Laetitia unbuttoned and pulled her jeans to the floor.  Angrily stepping out of them, she then reached down and pulled her panties to the floor.  She kicked her pants aside then looked up.

 

“Okay, now is that better,” Laetitia asked, hoping this would be over shortly. 

 

“Yes, that’s much better.  What do your friends call you?” Mike replied, continuing the questions. 

 

“Oh, most people call me Laetitia, but a few like my nickname, Tecia.  Mostly my parents call me that,” Laetitia replied, amused by the simple question, hoping the conversion would return to something a little more regular. 

 

“Oh, that just won’t do.  With your best assets in your name, that being your tits, I think your friends should call you Tits, don’t you?” Mike said, smiling evilly. 

 

“What a stupid idea.  I can’t imagine allowing anyone to call me such a vulgar name.  Just because I showed you my breasts doesn’t mean anything,” Laetitia replied with as much scorn as she could muster. 

 

“Now, Laetitia, what do you want your friends to call you?” Mike queried, already knowing the answer. 

 

“You know already, my friends will call me Tits silly,” Tits replied, accentuating her comments by shaking her breasts back and forth. 

 

“What’s with your friend here?  She’s so still, it’s a bit freaky,” Tits said, looking closely at Jennifer, standing frozen in the corner of the room, staring out the window. 

 

“Tits, have you ever made out with a woman before?” Mike asked curiously. 

 

“Oh, of course I haven’t done that,” she replied, clearly taken aback by the question.  Laetitia walked over to the frozen form of Jennifer and stood in front of her.  The woman was attractive, Laetitia thought. 

 

Jennifer watched motionless as the woman who seemed vaguely familiar walked over to her.  Jennifer was a bit confused by what was going on, but figured standing here and watching everything made sense.  She hadn’t been listening to the conversion so didn’t know what was going on with this young woman. 

 

Leaning over slightly, Laetitia pressed her mouth to Jennifer’s lips.  They were shut, but by using her tongue Laetitia slowly pried Jennifer’s lips open.  Sensuously, she explored the inside of Jennifer’s mouth.  The more she explored, the more she wanted to explore.  Laetitia could feel the sweat form on her brow, but she took no heed.  Bringing the woman closer to her, Laetitia could feel her breasts squashing up against the other woman’s breasts. 

 

“What the hell are you doing?” Jennifer wanted to scream at the woman started kissing her.  Only the slightest moan escaped her lips as Laetitia explored the inside of her mouth.   Jennifer could feel the closeness of their bodies and found it somewhat appealing.   Leetonia’s tongue had moved so slowly, ever so sensuously around to mouth that Jennifer found herself getting turned on.  Jennifer could feel her cheeks flush and she released what just happened. 

 

Watching the supermodel make out with the coach had really done the job for Mike.  His rock hard dick was straining the steams of his pants, he had to released it before he burst.  Unzipping his pants, he let his wad spring free.  Laetitia heard him unzipping and finally turned back to him. 

 

“Oh, that’s gross.  You shouldn’t expose yourself that way,” she said, looking across the room at him before letting her eyes fall on his hard dick.  The moment she did, a furtive smile slid across her face.  His erect penis looked so appealing.  Quickly looking away, she looked back to the frozen woman. 

 

“Don’t go!” Jennifer surprised herself by saying as the woman turned to look in a direction that Jennifer couldn’t see.  Her mind was reeling with what just happened, and her response to it. 

 

“It’s okay to look Tits,” Mike said as he saw how embarrassed she looked.  Laetitia looked back at him and smiled. 

 

Mike heard a slight groan coming from Jennifer. 

 

“Come over and take a closer look why don’t you,” he continued.  Laetitia couldn’t believe what was going on in this apartment.  This strange man was talking to her in such an odd way. 

 

Laetitia walked across the room and sat next to him on the large coach.  Looking over, she smiled at him and slowly reached across to him with her right hand.  Ever so slowly, Laetitia grabbed his rock hard dick and tightened her grasp.  Watching it pulse in her hand fascinated the young supermodel.

 

Slipping off the couch, Laetitia knelt in front of Mike, still grasping his rod tightly.  She could tell he was enjoying her attention.  The sounds from the other room where getting more frantic, the two cheerleaders clearly nearing climax.

 

“Goooo,” was all Mike could say.

 

Smiling up at him, Laetitia opened her luxurious lips and encircled his dick with her mouth.  Although unfamiliar with giving head, she found the learning curve easy to master.  By his grunts of pleasure, she learned what he liked and didn’t quickly. 

 

Her hands were as busy as her mouth as she eagerly tried to pleasure this man.  Somehow, she wasn’t sure how, she could almost sense when he was going to cum.  Suddenly, an eruption of spunk ran from the tip of his dick into her throat.  Just as he climaxed, her could hear a young gasp in the other room, clearly indicating one of the girls climaxed at the same moment.

 

Surprised, she gasped slightly, then tried to swallow as much of the stuff as she could.  She couldn’t believe the quantity of the stuff, it seemed to flow into her mouth forever. 

 

When it was over, she looked at up him.  Some of his sperm hand spurted out of her mouth and on her chest.  Looking down, then back up to him, she smiled. 

 

She could see he wasn’t paying any attention to her.  Letting his erection go limp in her mouth, she finally sat up. 

 

“Was that okay?” Laetitia asked, curiously. 

 

“That was amazing Tits, I loved it,” Mike replied without thinking about it. 

 

“I’ve never done that for a man before, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as I’ve been told,” she replied, trying to smile her best for him, now knowing she satisfied him.

 

Turning around, she looked back, smiled and said “Maybe next time you can put it here,” pointing at her naked ass.

 

 

 

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