Chapter
6-Laetitia Casta changes her name
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“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.
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“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.