Sucked In
The Lure of Money
By Alix Blondelle
First published by Alix Blondelle 2020
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Disclaimer
This novel contains adult themes and, as such, is not recommended for anyone under the age of 16. It is entirely fictional and any similarities to persons, places or events is purely coincidental.
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Chapter One: Despair
Victor heard the mail land on the welcome mat and glanced up at his wife. She tried to keep her expression emotionless, but he could sense the tenseness in her body. He closed the newspaper he had been reading and stood up slowly, trying to remain casual as he sauntered into the hallway. Bending down he picked up the assortment of envelopes, just glancing at them he knew that most of them were certainly not welcome. Returning to the kitchen table he spread the envelopes out like playing cards.
‘How bad is it?’
His wife, Elsa, tried to be stoical, but her eyes revealed the torment she was suffering.
‘Pick a card, any card.’
Elsa pointed to one at random.
‘Bill!’
The tears welled in her eyes.
Victor pointed to each of the envelopes in turn.
‘Bill. bill, bill ... ’
Elsa burst into tears. ‘Oh, Victor, what are we going to do ?’
Victor moved to her and placed an arm around her in an effort to comfort her.
‘We’ve always managed, my darling. Somehow we’ll manage this time.’
‘They’ve never closed the foundry down before, Victor ...’
He sat down opposite her. Victor was a proud man and he was determined to put on a brave face.
‘That’s true, Elsa. There are many people in the same boat as us, but we are young and fit and healthy. There are all sorts of things we can do.’ He smiled reassuringly at his wife. Even after fifteen years, with tears rolling down her cheeks, he found her very beautiful.
‘But we need money now, or we’ll be evicted. It’s three months since we lost our jobs. We’ve both applied for loads of jobs since then.’
‘That’s bound to happen, Elsa, the foundry was the biggest employer round here so it will take a while for us all to find other employment.’ Victor opened the newspaper. ‘There’ll be jobs in today’s paper, that’s why I got it.’
He scanned down the columns, growing more and more despondent.
‘What about this?’
‘What?’ Elsa said truculently.
‘Models wanted for adult photography and movies, no experience needed, immediate payment.’
‘Are you out of your mind? I’m forty-four and you are no spring chicken.’
Victor was five years younger than Elsa, but most people assumed he was the elder of the two. Working long hours in the furnace had taken its toll on him.
‘It says here mature people are especially welcome, besides you still look fabulous, you have a body that most twenty year olds would envy.’
‘You’re making that up!’
‘I’m not, you know you look great.’
‘Not that bit, you idiot, the bit about mature people being especially welcome.’
Victor slid the newspaper towards her. He tapped the advert with his finger. ‘There!’
‘Especially welcome ... See!’
‘Okay, I see.’
‘And you are beautiful.’
‘Thank you, Vic, I know you think I am.’
In reality, Elsa was in great condition for her age. Every morning she appraised her naked body in the full-length mirror and if she saw any signs of drooping or flabbiness she worked extra hard in the gym.
‘So, you are suggesting I do porn films because I’m in good shape?’
‘I mean both of us. Look, it says first-timers, singles, couples, all welcome. Phone now to arrange a no obligation audition.’
Elsa threw the newspaper at him. ‘What if someone we knew saw us?’
‘Who? ... Who do we know now? You said yourself none of our friends visit us now because we can’t afford to entertain them, we never go out. We have no immediate family, no parents, no children... will you at least consider it? ’
‘I’ve considered it – the answer’s no!’
The loud knock at the door startled them. Victor placed his finger to his mouth and shook his head. The knocking grew louder, more insistent.
They were both rigid, frightened to speak, communicating by signals. Eventually the knocking subsided and they were left on their own. Victor crept into the hallway and gingerly lifted the flap on the letterbox.
‘It’s clear.’
Victor returned to the kitchen table. He took his seat and began reading through the advert again.
‘So, you wouldn’t mind another man, or men, or women having ... ?’
‘It would be both of us, and it would be for the money, not the pleasure, that’s totally different. Where else could we earn that sort of money?’
‘How much does it pay?’
‘It doesn’t say exactly how much, we’d have to ask that, but it does say excellent rates.’
‘I’d want a lot of money to let another man fuck me.’
‘Someone as beautiful as you would obviously be on the highest rate my love.’
‘Don’t you my love me, you sound like my pimp!’
Victor recoiled in horror, his face showing the hurt he felt.
‘I’m sorry darling, I should never have said that I didn’t mean it.’
‘No, you’re right. It’s too much to ask. I got carried away, I was just thinking it might be a way to get rid of our money worries.’
Victor stood up and took his jacket from the back of the chair.
‘I’m going to town to see if there’s any bar work.’ Victor kissed his wife on the forehead. ‘I love you, Elsa.’ He shouted to her, as he closed the front door behind him.
Three hours later Victor returned. His face said it all. He sat down next to Elsa on the sofa.
‘No luck?’
‘Remember when we used to go out on a night and see the signs staff wanted ?
‘Yes.’
‘Well it’s nothing like that now, it’s more like customers wanted. It’s like a ghost town out there.’
‘Don’t be despondent Victor, I’m sure things will pick up as industry starts coming back into the town.’
‘You seem a bit happier, Elsa. I’m pleased about that.’
‘I phoned up!’
‘About the advert?’
‘Yes, the girl was very nice, she asked me lots of questions. She said we sounded like an ideal couple. I’ve made an appointment for Friday, two o’clock. ‘
‘That’s two days time!’
‘Yep, and guess what?’
‘What?’
‘If we get chosen to audition we get three hundred.’
‘No!’
‘Yep, just for the audition and if we’re successful we could earn up to a thousand a week between us!’
She looked at Victor, her big, green eyes wide open. ‘I suppose that’s on a good week.’
‘If we earned half of that it would be a good week!’
‘I’m quite excited about it now Victor, are you? A bit nervous too, it would be great if it went well though, wouldn’t it?’
‘You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. I can’t see why it wouldn’t go well.’
‘Oh Vic, you say the nicest things to me.’
She grabbed him and kissed him passionately. It had been a long time since they had embraced. Their f
inancial problems had affected them so much that their sex-life had become almost non-existent recently. Victor responded immediately, his hands were on her breasts, squeezing them eagerly. He yanked up her jumper, eager to get at her naked flesh. Elsa responded willingly, her hand searching for his manhood. She gasped when she found it, surprised at the speed in which he had achieved an erection. He winced as she squeezed it tightly. He pushed her away and wrenched at his clothing, wanting to be naked in front of her. She was almost as quick as him, forcing her jeans and panties down her legs in one swift movement. Kicking at them, she managed to free one leg. Victor caught her leg by the ankle before it dropped, he ran his tongue down it, leaving a trail of saliva . He stopped, separating her lips to reveal the soft pink lips of her vulva. His tongue flicked at her hungrily and she squealed with delight. She reached out and took his balls in her hand, they felt heavy and full. She held them tight, using them to pull his shaft towards her mouth. Victor was forced to abandon his exploration of her vagina, but only temporarily, he managed to manoeuvre himself into a sixty-nine position over his wife’s body. As she teasingly kissed and sucked the head of his penis, he rammed his tongue into her, deeper and deeper with each frenzied thrust. Neither of them could hold on for very long, draining his cock with one hand, she grabbed his hair with the other hand and frantically rubbed his face into her wet, orgasm-covered mound.
Elsa playfully pushed Victor onto the carpet. Running towards the bedroom, her jeans and panties still trailing from one leg, she called to him.
‘Race you onto the bed.’
She made it, but only by one second.
Chapter Two: Hope
Friday One Thirty PM
If a journey could be described as nerve-racking, then this one was. They had planned to leave earlier, but Elsa had spent so much time choosing her outfit that they had missed their intended bus, Victor had checked the timetable and calculated that they should make it with a minute or two to spare – if, of course, if they could find the building.
The real reason for their nerves, however, was not their lateness. Victor had tried to appear calm, he’d pulled on a pair of jeans and a T shirt. Elsa had tried on a number of outfits, each one ‘stunning’ according to Victor, but each one making Elsa more and more nervous as the reality of what she was about to do hit home. Eventually she chose a short black dress which emphasised her ample bosom and black hold-ups, she teamed them with a pair of high black stilettos. She covered herself with a long coat, so as not to attract too much attention on the way there. Realizing she couldn’t put off the inevitable any longer, she took one last look in the full-length mirror, grabbed Victor’s hand and led him out of the building. The bus seemed to take forever, but Victor eventually whispered to her.
‘This is our stop, you look fantastic, my love.’
Elsa was all churned up inside, but she put on a brave face.
‘Do you really think so, Vic?’
‘I know so!’
They walked hand in hand down the street towards their destination, a nondescript office block in the center of town. As they passed a department store Victor came to an abrupt stop and pointed to a sparkling piece of jewellery.
‘One day I’m going to buy you that necklace.’
Elsa hugged him. ‘Oh Victor, you are crazy, but I love you.’
Elsa relaxed, pulling on his hand, she gently chastised him.
‘Come on, we’re going to be late!’
Two minutes later Victor noticed a small, hand-written sign on a doorway. ‘VX Media’.
‘This is it.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘Yeah, V for Victor, that’s how I remember it.’
‘What’s the X for?’
‘X rated, I suppose – that’s how you look in that outfit!’
Elsa laughed. ‘We’ll soon find out, if we open that door.’
‘Are you sure?’
‘We’re here now, might as well give it a try.’
The foyer was as bland as the exterior of the building, apart from the beautifully marbled floor.
‘This place has obviously seen better days.’ Victor thought as he made his way to the reception hatch. A young, bored-looking blonde was filing her nails, she looked up at him, enquiringly.
‘VX Media?’
She nodded towards the stairs. ‘Second floor.’ Her head down, she returned to the more important task of filing of her nails.
‘She looks as if she’s on work experience. I don’t think she even noticed you, Elsa.’
‘I’m happy with that, I don’t particularly want to broadcast the fact that I’m here.’
As they reached the second floor, Victor slowed his steps.
‘Are you sure?’
‘I’m feel strangely relaxed now, I’ve surprised myself that I’ve made it so far. If you’re happy to go ahead Victor, so am I.’
Victor knocked and opened the door, giving Elsa what he hoped was a reassuring smile. The office was larger than he expected, with a few doorways leading off it.
‘Can I help you?’
The girl was equally as blonde, equally as beautiful, but quite a bit older than the previous receptionist. She rose from behind her desk to greet them as they entered.
‘Mr and Mrs Cridditch, we have an appointment for ... ’
‘Ah yes, for two o’clock.’ She looked at the large clock on the wall. ‘You’re very punctual, that’s excellent.’
She smiled warmly at both of them, displaying a set of lovely, straight, white teeth. As she walked towards them Victor couldn’t help noticing how beautiful her long, tanned legs looked in her micro mini dress. She shook their hands and indicated that they should sit on the leather chairs opposite her desk.
‘It’s lovely to see you, Mr and Mrs Cridditch, can I call you Victor and Elsa? I’m Samantha, or Sam.’
She pointed to the water fountain. ‘Would either of you like a drink, it’s thirsty work walking up those stairs, but I think they are good for the legs, no?’ She demonstrated by putting her leg out and lifting her dress up to her skimpy panties.
‘Yes.’ Victor found himself saying.
‘Can I take your coat?’
Elsa removed her coat and passed it to her.
Samantha stepped back, eyeing her from head to toe. ‘Seeing your legs, I think you must live in a high rise apartment with no lift. You look stunning, Elsa, what a figure you have!’
Victor had filled two paper cups with water, he passed one to Elsa.
‘I told you that was a nice outfit.’
‘Very much so, Victor, you have a beautiful wife. Now both of you, sit down please and I will explain to you what will happen.’
Samantha returned to her seat.
‘Now, you are both here in response to our advert for adult models, yes?’
‘Well ...’
‘And you both want to audition?’
She looked from Elsa to Victor and back to Elsa, obviously more interested in her.
Elsa took a sip of her water. ‘Well, it’s more of a fact-finding mission.’
‘Of course, of course, have either of you done anything like this before?’
They both shook their heads.
‘No.’
She glanced at Victor.
‘No, nothing.’
‘That’s good, good.’ Samantha wrote something down.
‘I have some forms for you to fill in, nothing to concern you. Just a few details for our records.’
As Samantha bent down to hand them the forms, they could both clearly see the outlines of her saucer-like nipples through the thin, silken material of her tight dress.
The first few questions were routine - age, health, employment history and so on. These were followed by a list of preferred options – straight, gay, BDSM, oral, anal ... the list went on. Elsa hadn’t heard of many of them, she looked puzzled.
‘You’re here to earn money, right? We all are, aren’t we? If you want to make good money just tick them all
, it’s easier that way.’
Victor and Elsa looked at each other and started ticking the boxes. Samantha nodded encouragingly. Victor took the form from Elsa and handed both of them to Samantha. She smiled that beautiful smile again.
‘She scanned the forms quickly.
‘And you’ve signed them, good. Now these seem all in order, if Mr Ryba, our Recruitment Director is available we can audition you both today, yes?’
Samantha took their silence as tacit agreement and picked up the phone.
‘Mr Ryba, I have a couple here for auditions, their applications seem in order. Would you be able to arrange auditions for them this afternoon?’
After a brief conversation Samantha put the phone down.
‘We are in luck, Mr Ryba can interview you both today. He will be here in a few minutes. Can I get you a coffee or anything?’
They both declined the offer. Five minutes later a small, balding man with a paunch burst into the room. He rushed up to Victor.
‘Victor, pleased to meet you. I’m Dan Ryba, Recruitment Director – and Elsa, hello, my dear.’
Victor hadn’t noticed anything, but Elsa was aware that he was appraising them very thoroughly. His eyes never left Elsa as he picked up the applications, he skimmed through them briefly then returned his gaze to her.
‘Elsa, will you come with me please, Sam, can you look after Victor?’
The far end off the office had been partitioned into two makeshift cubicles. Dan led Elsa into one of them and Samantha showed Victor into the other. The cubicles were very small, containing only a chair. Neither cubicle had doors, but they were positioned in such a way that it was’nt possible to see from one cubicle into the other. As Victor sat down he could hear the two of them through the makeshift partition.
‘Elsa, as I’ve already told you, I’m Mr Ryba, the Recruitment Director for VX Media. It’s my job to assess your suitability for an audition with this company, do you understand?’
‘Yes, Mr Ryba.’
‘That’s good. Okay, could you take off your dress please?’
In the next cubicle Victor held his breath. There was a long silence and then he heard the sound of a zip being pulled down.
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