The Casting Couch by Amarinda Jones Page A

about anyone. It was, of course, illegal for her to search the records that she had but Caroline rarely worried about illegalities when it came to protecting those she loved. Caroline crossed her legs knowing full well the short summer skirt that barely covered her ass exposed her full upper thigh. Caroline smiled as she saw his eyes drop down to look. O h yeah, you're going to be simple to deal with.
       "Why have you come to me Caroline?"
        To screw you over . "Why do you think?"

       Marcus tilted his head and surveyed the woman before him. She was full-bodied, red-headed and gorgeous. Just the way he liked them. That she was there in his office made his dick hard. She was not the type of woman who came to him. Those who did needed the money. This one? There was an enigmatic look in her dark brown eyes that told him there was much more to this woman than a full exposed thigh and a cleavage he wanted to bury his face him. Marcus adjusted his stance to relieve the pressure on his dick. "Everyone has a different reason for coming to see me."
       "Really? I would have thought money was the only thing you or I would have a common interest in."
       Marcus laughed. Normally the women who came to him were shy and nervous. But not this one. She looked like she owned the room and would make no apologies for it. "So why the adult film industry?" That's what this was all about. Finding women who would have sex with multiple men on film. Marcus had no guilt about it. Money was to be made and after years of working out of town in the mines, he had come back to Cairns to make money and buy up property. He didn't intend to be like his own father. Broke, sick and wasting away in a nursing home. Every time Marcus went to see him, his resolve to amass wealth strengthened within him . I will not be poor again . The good money Marcus had made at the mines he put into the local sex industry. Sex equaled money. "Why not work behind a counter or a desk?"
       "Because that type of work bores me." Caroline uncrossed and recrossed her legs again.
       Marcus swallowed hard and cursed inwardly. He was usually in better command of the situation. But a flash of what looked to him like bare pussy had almost been his undoing. "You like excitement."

    Chapter Two

       "I like sex." O h yeah, I have him . Men were so easy to work out and deal with. Tease their dicks with the suggestion of what they could have and they were simple to manipulate.
       "With multiple men?"
       "Yes." There was no need to lie. Caroline did. She enjoyed hard bodies and hot cocks on and in her. She knew what she would have to do with this man where she wanted him to be—under her control. At her mercy.
       "Women?"
       "No." As much as she liked sex that had never turned Caroline on.
       "You're a prude."
       Caroline's eyes locked with his. She knew his dick was hard in his pants and that was the reason he kept adjusting his stance. "Fucking hardly. I like dick."
       Marcus laughed loudly at her words. "I find honesty refreshing."
       "Many who say so don't do it." Like you. Lying prick.
       "Many girls come here to start off their film careers."
        Yeah, that's what Avril had thought . Avril. As much as Caroline loved her little sister, she was
    well aware that Avril was dazzled by the easy way to do things without deliberately factoring in the consequences or the cost. It had taken very little for Caroline to get the story out of her crying sister the night she returned home to duplex apartment they shared.
        He said I would be on film and that I would be famous.
        So you had sex with him and he filmed it? How bloody stupid are you Avril? There is no easy
    way to get things. If there is there's always a penalty.
        What can I do Caro?
        Leave it up to me. I'll deal with him.
        And the tape?
        I will also get that and keep and use it next time you do something like this again.