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Pimped Out- Maybe the worst part about this is that it started as your idea... kind of. You were the one that wanted to have a threesome. You were the one that talked your boyfriend into finding a third. You swiped on the man and invited him over, anxiously waiting to be the center of attention. Then it was over. You liked it. Your boyfriend liked it. The stranger LOVED it. So much so that he offered your boyfriend money to make it happen again. He didn't tell you, about the money, not at first. He just invited the guy back for another threesome. Then another. Then someone else came over. Then your boyfriend stopped being involved at all, just sitting and watching, occasionally filming. You thought maybe this was his kink, which made it exciting. Then the men started coming more often. You told him it was too much, but that's when he told you they were paying customers, and worse, he'd quit his job. Now, the only way to keep your lifestyle is to keep going. He has you by the dollars, and he's not letting up...'

Hoe-tel affair- My heart pounds as I talk through the sliding doors of the hotel. We've been doing this for month's, you'd think I'd be over the nerves, the excitement, but every time I slide my wedding ring into my wallet it all feels new again. I check in under a fake name, grab my room key, text you the room number. We're on the third floor. Nothing fancy. This isn't some romantic gesture, or grand event. It's another long lunch on a Thursday, where no one will find us. It started as an accident. Too much to drink when no one was around to stop us. We laughed it off, said it was the alcohol, no need to make a big deal out of it. It was harder to deny the second time. And the third. Finally after weeks of back-seat hookups in my sedan, you invited me to this hotel. Now, every other Thursday, we meet here, away from our every day lives, just the two of us, enjoying each other. I sit on the edge of the bed, tugging at the sleeves of my shirt as I watch TV, passing the time. You should be here any minute now. I look in the mirror by the bed, checking my hair, making sure my buttons are all aligned. If I'm going to risk the life I built, I want to look good doing it. There's a knock on the door. You're here. I take a deep breath, then go to let you in.

Accidently Agreeing to Anal- There are lots of reasons to get into porn. Maybe you need the money, maybe you like the attention, or maybe you just damn well feel like it. If only you were enthusiastic about reading contracts as you were about fucking on camera... You finally came to an agreement on your first scene- it's simple enough. A scene in a hotel room, just a camera man and a co-star. You arrive at the room, a little nervous, but ready to go. They have an outfit picked out for you- something cute that says "They found me on the street," even if this was weeks in the making- except... was that a butt plug? You frantically pull up the contract you'd skimmed on your phone. "Scene will contain oral, vaginal and anal sex..." whoops. Too late to say no now.