V walked into the lobby. Brianna saw him. Her jaw dropped. He looked even better than she remembered. He was tall, with jet-black hair and a strong jawline. He was wearing a muscle shirt. The muscle shirt was not wasted on him. His muscles bulged. His pants were a little tight in the front. His pants suggested a large package was inside. He walked with the confidence of a man who commanded every room he entered. Everything about him screamed masculine.

Brianna had always known that she looked good. Her good looks did not defend her against the sight of a good-looking man. Especially when she was horny and he’d long been an object of her fantasies.

He was more than good-looking. He was hot as hell. She became acutely aware that she was completely naked under her short skirt and little was covering her top. Her smooth shaved cunt became even more wet and needy. Her pussy lips began to purr. Her nipples rose and puckered. Goosebumps covered her body. She felt a flash of heat engulf her. Her skin was flush. Her knees got weak, as if they’d decided she needed to become his personal cocksucker here in the lobby. Her mouth uncontrollably opened wide and she panted with need.

Her body wanted to get laid. By him. Right now.

She struggled to regain emotional control. She managed to get a small amount of control. She reminded herself that she was the one paying. She’d make sure she was completely in control the whole time she was with V today. She closed her mouth. She swallowed and steeled herself up to be the assertive one.

Brianna stepped out of her hiding spot. “Hi, V.”

“Long time no see.”

“Yes, it’s been a while.” Wait, she thought, that wasn’t assertive.

V replied, “Let’s go upstairs, I have a private room by special arrangement. I’m sure I can help you out. I’m sure I have ways to make you quite happy.”

Brianna realized that was a proposition. Her mouth moved without her control because of her new rule. “That sounds great V! How about you first kiss me passionately here in the lobby, grab my bare ass under my skirt, and show off my ass to everyone here?” Brianna stammered, as she could now decide whether or not to accept both propositions. She decided she’d better accept both. “Then we’ll do what you suggested.”

V smiled. “I aim to please. Put your arms around my neck, press your body into mine, make it clear you like it.”

Brianna realized that was another proposition. Her mouth talked without her control. “That’s great, please also stroke my clit and tits under my clothes in public too.” Brianna thought about trying to take it all back. Taking it back would be a problem. The whole point of this meeting was to eliminate rules, not add them. Thanks to saying “no” to a stranger earlier she’d added another rule today. She had to accept every proposition until she and V had sex.

If V kept asking questions she’d keep adding new humiliations for herself. So she leaped into his arms like he was the lover she’d always been waiting for. She looped her arms around his neck and stroked the back of his head. She kissed him passionately, partly to make sure he didn’t say anything else that would end up publicly humiliating her, and partly because she’d fantasized about kissing him for a long time. She didn’t require much of an excuse to kiss him. He tasted and smelled even better than she’d fantasized. She felt him feel up her bare ass. She felt the movement of air on her ass. She realized he must have pulled up the bottom of the back of her skirt and tucked it into her skirt waistband. She was sure everyone in the lobby would have a good view of her bare ass. She felt him grab more of her skirt and tuck it into the waistband. She doubted her skirt was hiding anything now.

V lifted her up, using his hand under her butt and his neck that she’d gripped with her arms. This exposed her further and brought her cunt closer to his hands. She responded by wrapping her legs around his beefy torso. She felt him stroke her bare clit in public. She couldn’t help but spread her legs a little to give him full access to her wet clit. She felt his other hand stroke her top. His hand then went under her top to grab one of her bare breasts. Her own arms stayed firmly around his neck, enabling her to continuously kiss him and to keep herself from falling. In this position she was unable to prevent his public groping. She realized he decided when it would stop.

She felt humiliated, but this humiliation and groping were getting her even more wet. She kissed him without stopping. She started to feel drunk with sexual desire. She found it hard to think. She was a girl in heat.

He finally let her down. He grabbed her hand and marched her to the front desk. Brianna looked behind. Every eye was on them. Every mouth was agape. Several quick-witted individuals in the lobby were recording videos. She had no idea how much they had recorded. She realized that the hotel lobby cameras had also recorded the spectacle.

There was a single clerk behind the front desk. V commanded the clerk, “my room key please.” The clerk, who could not suppress his grin, said, “here it is, sir.” Brianna realized that the clerk must know that V was a gigolo. She’d made it clear in the lobby why she was meeting V. So at least one other person knew she was paying for sex. She felt a little ashamed. Not ashamed enough to stop, though. She felt so needy.

The clerk turned to Brianna. “Miss, do you also want a room key?” The clerk then playfully added, “Maybe I could ‘join’ you both later.” Brianna hadn’t expected this. Another sexual proposition? She needed to add some humiliation. She found her mouth replying, “Sounds great, how about I also show off my cunt to you here for 7 seconds?” She didn’t dare add another rule, so she had to let the additional proposition stand. The clerk looked at her in shock.

Brianna stepped back from the desk to ensure he had a full view of her. She changed her stance so her legs were slightly apart. She gripped each side of the front of her skirt with each hand. While staring him straight in the eyes she lifted the front of her skirt high. She fully exposed her cunt to him. She slowly counted out 7 seconds of her wanton display. The clerk stared straight at her moist cunt, taking in the view. His mouth slowly dropped from astonishment. Brianna let her skirt drop back once she completed her slutty display.

The clerk turned red and stammered, “uh, wow, you’re beautiful, but I have a fiancée.” Brianna nodded and turned toward V. She reached out for his hand. V took it. Brianna knew she would have a trail of female enemies if this nightmare continued.

Brianna and V walked hand-in-hand to the elevator. His hand felt almost electric to her. The elevator door opened, revealing a full-length window on the far side. The lobby was visible through the window. Several strangers were watching them through it. V brought her to the window and pressed her against the window with his body.

V did a repeat performance. Her skirt was pulled up high as she was suspended with her back pressed against the window. Once again he took kisses from her. She realized that he hadn’t pressed a floor number. The elevator doors quietly closed, but the elevator stayed in place. She curled her legs once again around him. His every touch felt electrically good to her. She did her best to please him in return. The elevator window showed off her shameful performance. She idly wondered how many videos were being made on the other side of the window. V finally let her down and pushed a button. She didn’t dare turn around to see how many videos were being taken. The elevator whisked them to their floor. When the door re-opened he brought her towards his room.

Brianna felt humiliated and wet. She felt so needy that it was hard for her to think straight. He had taken charge of her. It was hard for her to help herself. Her cunt was nearly dripping from desire. Her fantasy man had become her reality. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted to please him. She idly thought about having his babies. That was a stupid idea, but she found it hard to think about anything other than getting fucked by him or pleasing him. The sooner she could get him to fuck her, the better. Brianna eagerly followed him.

They entered the room. It was larger than Brianna expected. She knew what she had to do first. She no longer cared about the money. Her need was overwhelming. “V, here’s the money. Take it.”

“Good, thanks. Let’s make love. How exactly would you like to make love?”

Another proposition. She’d need to add humiliation. She heard her voice add a humiliating proposition: “I want you to record a video of it. In the video I’ll beg you to think about letting me stay with you, I’ll admit that I don’t have much to offer. I’ll promise you that I’ll do anything if you’ll let me be with you. Make me get naked and sexually use me to see if I’m worth the trouble. After you’re done, make it clear that I’m worthless.” Brianna didn’t like this disturbingly detailed and humiliating scene description, but she didn’t want a new rule either. Her subconscious must have decided that because he asked for details, her added proposition should have a lot of details. Before the psych eval she had always made sure no one even got a nude picture of her. This video would record her nude while performing sexual acts.

There were good reasons to accept them all, though. She’d get a new rule if she disobeyed. If she accepted it, they’d make love, and she could finally get rid of two rules. Her needy cunt was also making a convincing argument that having him fuck her, now, was much more important than whatever scene they did. So instead of contradicting her added proposal, she said nothing else and quietly accepted it.

He nodded. Many clients asked for scenes they wanted to act out. He went to a closet and pulled out three tripods, three large video cameras, and a few studio lights. Brianna watched. Apparently other clients liked to make videos. He was certainly amply prepared. The equipment was made for fast setup. V was obviously an expert at this. Remarkably the whole collection was set up quickly. Brianna had learned some things about cameras as an actress. She recognized the model of the video cameras. They were high-end, able to capture minute detail and color even with little light and fast motion. Each video frame would be as high a quality as some good still cameras. The audio recording would also be high quality. He expertly placed each one. She was surprised V had such high-quality equipment and knew how to use it.

Brianna sat on the edge of the bed, in clear view of the cameras. There was more than enough space for the cameras to get a full view of her body. She crossed her legs. With her short skirt and skimpy top, the cameras were getting an eyeful. She squeezed her legs together, uselessly trying to control her need. She, and especially her cunt, couldn’t wait to begin. She couldn’t help but stare at the front of his pants while he completed his preparations. He threw her a piece of paper and pen. “This is a video consent form. I never make recordings without signatures. Sign it. Now.”

She gulped. Her cunt roared with need. She signed, reading nothing.

Brianna’s cunt was on fire with desire. If she didn’t make her desires clearer, she realized, her rule for adding humiliation might require her to ask for an anal fucking. She didn’t want that. She knew exactly where she wanted his cock. She added, “please fuck me in my pussy. That’s what I want.” He wasn’t making this proposition, so she didn’t need to add anything humiliating.

V nodded with understanding. He pushed a button on a camera. Red recording lights blinked a countdown on all of them. V sat down on the bed next to her, so the cameras had a clear view of both of them.

Brianna squeezed her crossed legs together, again trying to gain a semblance of control over her desperately needy cunt. She was acutely aware that V was sitting next to her. V’s overwhelming masculine presence was beyond distracting to her. Her whole being was focused on him, wanting him, wanting to please him. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted his approval. She felt a need for him to let her stay that was much more than an act.

The red recording lights changed to a steady-on red. They were recording.

V smiled and said, “I thought it’d be good for us to make a little video together now. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes sir, I’ll do anything to make you happy. Anything at all.” Brianna believed those words a lot more than she wanted to admit. She was dazed with sexual desire. Gaining his approval was critical to her, scene or not. Her mind seemed to consider this the start of the scene she’d suggested. She didn’t want her real name in this video, in case anyone saw it. So she decided she’d avoid saying V’s name and hope that he would notice and do the same. She continued, “Sir, you can make as many movies of us as you want. Fuck me any way you want in them. Show them to anybody. I don’t care. I don’t care about anyone else. They don’t mean anything to me. I tell them I care, but I don’t. I only want us to be together. You’re the only person who matters to me. I need you. Don’t you understand? I don’t care who else you have. You can have my body any time you want if you’ll consider keeping me. Please, give me a chance.”

“I don’t know. There are lots of other women who want me. They have more to offer.”

Brianna’s heart needed V’s cock. Her heart feared that what V said was true. Brianna knew she needed to continue the scene, so she replied, “I know there are lots of other women. I know they have more to offer. They’re all smarter and prettier and have more talent and are better in bed. I’m nothing but a wanna-be actress without enough talent to get anywhere. I know I’m not interesting to talk with. I’m not even any good at cooking or cleaning or anything like that. Please, I’m begging you to let me stay with you. You’ll never find a woman more eager to please you. I know I’m no good at it now, but I’ll study how to cook and clean to please you. I promise I’ll try hard to get better in bed. I’ll practice every day and give it my all. I’ve started practicing to get every one of my holes ready. Every one of my holes is yours, sir. Please. Give me a chance to please you. That’s all I ask. Let me be with you. You can do anything you want with any other women. I wouldn’t dream of asking you to limit yourself to only me. Give me a chance to prove myself. You might decide I’m worth keeping if you give me a chance.”

“Well, maybe. Let’s see the goods,” indicating her body.

Brianna knew that was another proposition. She had to add something humiliating. Her mouth said, “Oh yes sir, I’ll also do a striptease for you and the cameras. You can take a long look at my body. I’ll pose in lots of ways. I’ll show you absolutely all of my body.” She regained control of her own mouth. She decided she’d need to also accept this humiliating proposition. She added, to continue the scene, “Thank you for thinking about letting me stay. Please remember, my body is yours whenever you want it, any way you want it. Please let me stay. I’ll show you why you should let me stay.”

V moved behind the lead camera, making it clear that she was to perform for the lead camera. V controlled the camera to ensure no image was missed.

Brianna did her best striptease, though with only espadrilles and two items of clothing there was a limit to what she could do. She removed her espadrilles. She pulled her clothes off slowly, first her top and second her skirt, with as much allure as she could manage. All of her body’s assets were carefully recorded in minute detail by the high-end video cameras. Every hair, every pore, every blemish. Her bare DD breasts jiggled. Her areola were fully displayed for the cameras and his enjoyment. Her erect nipples were plain to see. Her bare newly-shaved cunt was fully exposed for his viewing. Her undeniable moistness was dripping down her leg.

She posed in sexy pose after sexy pose. She put her all into pleasing the man she desperately desired. She put her hands behind her head and thrust out her ample chest. She put her hands behind her back and looked up longingly into the lead camera. She turned all the way around slowly, even though she was sure that would show off the bruises on her butt from her humiliating disciplines. She faced away from the camera and held her hair in a pony tail, to ensure the camera captured the back of her bare neck and shoulders. Still facing away, she spread her legs and placed her hands on her bare buttocks. She slowly bent at her waist and stretched her ass checks as far apart as she could, maximally displaying the interior of her anus. She turned her face toward the camera while her anus was still on display. She next faced the camera, embraced her tits at the front, and slowly lifted her boobs. She fully displayed her underboobs. She sat on the ground, facing the lead camera, raised her knees, and spread her knees wide to ensure there was a clear image of her perineum.

Finally, still sitting on the ground with her legs spread and her bare cunt facing the lead camera, she spread her pussy lips with her hands as wide as she could. She moved her body to ensure her cunt was directly facing the camera. She pulled apart her labia minora. She pulled at her clitoral hood to fully expose her clitoris. All the while she kept looking up at the camera with her face begging for approval. When she was done, her body held no secrets from him or from the cameras. She would never be able to regain any of her body’s privacy.

V emerged from behind the lead camera and scowled. “That was awful. My other women are better at doing strip-teases. They’re much better-looking than you, too.”

Brianna quailed. She’d always been told she was good-looking. Something about V’s disapproval cut her deep. She suddenly wasn’t sure her appearance was attractive. This is a scene, she tried to remind herself. Her body and emotions did not believe the argument. He had declared his judgment on her body. She was found not worthy. Her cunt desperately needed release. She had completely exposed herself to him. Instead of appreciating her, he was rejecting her. His opinion was the only opinion that mattered to her. Her cunt was ablaze with desire. She feared she’d never have release. What could she possibly do to win his approval?

V said, “That was hopeless. Fuck yourself with this. Don’t allow yourself any release.”

Brianna watched as V tossed her something. It landed on the ground in front of her. She picked it up. It was a detailed realistic model of an engorged cock and balls. The cock was unusually long and big around, but it seemed lifelike. The dildo had realistic hairs. It felt a little fleshy. It even had realistic skin tones. Brianna examined the dildo’s skin and slowly looked back up at V. The dildo’s skin tones looked exactly like V’s. She looked carefully at the base of the cock. There it was, a birthmark in the shape of a “V” with the base of the V pointing to the cock head.

She wondered. What kind of man has a dildo created to look like his cock? An arrogant one, obviously. A cocky one? She smiled at her inside joke. He had good reason to be cocky. She felt sure this was his real size. This was more than branding. This was bait. There was a reason women paid for his services. She wanted to experience sex with the real thing. She would start with the dildo, as he had commanded.

She realized she needed to suggest something else to make his proposition more humiliating. Her mouth added, “Also, while I masturbate I’ll tell you my most humiliating sexual fantasy that gets me off but I’d never normally admit.” She didn’t want to get a new rule, so she accepted both propositions.

V reached into a container to pick up something else. He put lube on it and tossed it to her. She picked it up from the ground in front of her. She found it was a hot pink butt plug. It was disturbingly big. The proposition was obvious. She again had to make it more humiliating. She said, “I’ll put this in me right now, all the way in, while I groan in pleasure. I won’t take it out until you let me leave your presence.” Brianna was still afraid of new rules, so again she accepted both propositions.

Brianna tried to insert the butt plug into her anus, but she couldn’t push it in using only her hands. She positioned her anus above the plug and let herself down onto it, letting her own weight force it in. “Oooooooohhhh!”, she groaned loudly. She did her best to appear that she was experiencing pleasure, but it was outsized and in reality it hurt. She put the butt plug deeply into herself, so only a small hot pink portion stuck out. The butt plug had a loop at the end for extraction. She wasn’t sure how she would be able to pull it out without hurting herself. She decided removing the butt plug was a problem for later.

V nodded, suggesting she continue.

Brianna knelt on her knees, spread her legs, and began furiously masturbating with the dildo that looked exactly like V’s cock. Her butt felt full and intensified her awareness of her nudity. She looked into his eyes, hoping he’d change his mind, but she knew better. She began telling him her most humiliating sexual fantasy, while continuing to look into his beguiling eyes.

“You’re the prince. I’m the lowest-ranking harem girl in your harem of tens of thousands. Every day for years the other harem girls constantly pick on me and abuse me and humiliate me. I’m deeply lonely. My family and friends abandoned me long ago. No one will lower themselves to befriend me or be kind to me because I’m the lowest-ranking harem girl. I crave sexual release, but I’m not allowed to relieve myself. I crave touch of any kind, but my low rank means no one will even touch me. The only way my rank will increase is if you fuck me, but I’ve never met you in person. I rarely get the chance to even see you from a distance because of my low rank. I’m a virgin and it looks like I will always be an unloved lonely needy virgin. I am desperate for you to fuck me.”

Brianna looked into V’s eyes. She felt increasingly desperate for him to fuck her. She continued.

“I’m finally scheduled to briefly serve you mid-day. I’m afraid I may never have another chance to see you. I walk into your office dressed as one of your harem girls, wearing a gold string bikini covered by a translucent short silk nighty. I’m wearing a simple silver necklace, not a more elaborate necklace, indicating my lowly status as a low-ranking harem girl who must obey and please all the other harem girls. As required by law I immediately kneel and say the required harem girl greeting, ‘Master, I am here to please you.’ You briefly look over at me, but I’m obviously unimportant. You continue talking with the vizier while guards on either side of you enjoy looking over my body.”

Brianna shuddered from the feeling of humiliation caused by the imagined guards’ ogling. V didn’t seem impressed. Brianna continued.

“After a pause in the conversation, I beg, ‘Is there any way I may please you my lord?’ You look over and say, ‘Massage my feet,’ and go back to discussing policies and strategies I don’t begin to understand. I rush over to gently remove your sandals and begin massaging your feet. You look down in annoyance and say, ‘Stupid bitch, use the oil.’ I panic, realizing that I’ve made a mistake in my one chance. I notice there’s a small jar of oil nearby. I grab the jar, lubricate your feet, and try massaging your feet again. You seem to like that better, but you continue your discussions. I see from the clock that I’m running out of time. I remove my nighty and bikini top, and massage each of your feet by putting each foot in turn between my breasts and pressing them together, rubbing your feet with my body. I remove my bottoms, leaving me nude. I aggressively massage each of your feet in turn with my bare shaved cunt, repeatedly reapplying the oil. The guards enjoy watching my humiliating performance.”

Brianna rubbed her cunt increasingly vigorously against the dildo. She imagined she was pleasing Prince V. This was a hot fantasy for her. V had often been the prince when she had masturbated to it. Telling HIM about it in real life, while she masturbated to it in front of him, made it even hotter. Her cunt was inflamed from desire and a need to please him.

She continued, “You look down and pity me. You tell the others to leave. You command me to go to your bedroom. I respond, ‘Yes, Master, I obey. My body is yours.’ I go to the bedroom, lie on my back, and spread my legs. I’m ready to please the prince who owns me. You commandingly walk into the room and slowly remove your shirt.”

Brianna felt her body getting close to orgasm. She suddenly pulled the dildo away, stopping her fucking herself. V had told her not to give herself any release. She needed to obey him. She felt frustrated.

V shook his head. “BORING!”

Brianna felt humiliated again. She needed to please him. She wondered how she could please him.