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Chapter One can be found here
Chapter Two can be found here
Chapter Three can be found here.
Chapter Four: The Big Pitch
Suddenly, here it was. The moment. Tracey looked at me, expectedly.
“So…." I asked "Is your current contract an exclusive one?”
That seemed a very feeble way to start, but it was my best shot. Maintaining eye contact with Tracey Flowers was far from straightforward
“With GlamourBabes?” asked Tracey, which threw me a bit, I thought that her contract was exclusive and rock solid, that’s what everyone has told me. “It was exclusive for three years” clarified Tracey “so I’ve technically been a free agent for about a year. They keep offering me shoots and the pay is good”
“But aren’t you bored with working with them? I probed, raising my eyebrows.
“Maybe… sometimes…” mused Tracey “but I trust them and they’re really professional”
I took a deep breath and plunged in with my main pitch.
“OK, here’s what I’d like to offer. I’m ready to invest in a film, starring you. In fact, think of it that I’m investing in you”
The word ‘film’ sounded odd in the context of what was coming next, like I was an auteur of art house cinema rather than the angel investor who wanted to see Tracey Flowers getting her amazing 32GGs titfucked on screen.
“I can offer much more than GlamourBabes both on the upfront and the back end”
Tracey Flowers looked at me intently. Her big hazel eyes gazing straight at me.
“Go on…” she nodded.
“I can offer you $250,000 as an advance payment and if that gets earned back, 10 per cent of the profits if we go into profit, as I’m sure we will”.
There it was. My offer. Out in the open. Almost.
“Wow!” said Tracey, open mouthed “that offer for just one film?”
I nodded
“I mean how long is this film? 90 minutes? Longer? asked Tracey.
“Well… more like 25 minutes, I guess. Technically, it’s a short I suppose”
Tracey frowned “Am I going to need to act or something? You know I’m not really an actress”
“No…” I went on, trying to form my thoughts carefully “but you will have to perform as you, I guess. You will be cast and billed as yourself”
I took another deep breath and went on.
“The offer is conditional on one thing. You are going to be titfucked on camera”
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Time seemed to slow down, almost to a standstill. Tracey’s head dropped and I found myself looking expectantly at the top of Tracey’s head, her long read hair draped down in front of her. When she looked up again, her gaze going past me and over my shoulder to the room beyond I saw the tears that had welled in her large hazel eyes. In my mind, the noise and chatter of the busy restaurant fell away to silence. I could hear my own breathing.
“I can’t believe this is happening” muttered Tracey, her eyes blinking away the tears as looked away from me, avoiding contact.
I didn’t know what to say. My mind at this moment became utterly confused.
“So what do you think? There’s 250 grand as the offer, right there”. With hindsight, my words were very badly chosen.
“What do I think?” replied Tracey, an angry tone entering her normally cheerful voice as she folded her arms over her bust “No. Fucking. Way. That’s what I think”
“But I…. I… don’t understand” I mumbled. In my mind the financial offer was enough to sway her. “That’s the most we’ve ever offered a girl”
“Yeah, like the hundred grand you offered Laura Kenwright. I heard all about that”
Now I was floundering, the situation was going out of control. And other diners in the restaurant were looking over at the incredibly busty, yet petite twenty-something redhead raising her voice at the forty-something man.
“What did you hear?” I blurted out, avoiding the opportunity to deny everything.
“I know Laura, we’re not that close, but we used to hang out after the couple of times we shot together. Then I heard that some porn studio had offered her some crazy money and she ends up in some titfucking video. You know her boyfriend left her after that? He was the love of her life. And her family disowned her as well. I don’t want to be like that, labelled as a porn star, struggling with the guilt and gorging my way into obesity on junk food”
I looked at the table “I… I don’t know much about her…” I lied
“Bullshit” shot back Tracey. “It was your company. It was your money. You ruined Laura’s life and her figure. I’m not going to let you do that to me”
“But it’s a lot of money” I replied. My tone was becoming pleading and somewhat pathetic.
“You think you can buy my tits?” gasped Tracey “This is just too much” the tears started to well again “ I know I owe my modelling career to them and people said really nice things about them when I started out” Tracey was starting to vent “but all I hear now is that I somehow owe it to my fans to do hardcore or to get titfucked. I mean what the fuck is that? I owe something to my fans? It’s like they think they own my breasts”
I sat there, helpless and silent as Tracey made moves and started to stand.
“I didn’t ask to be busty. I didn’t pray every night to get double G cup tits, but it happened to me. I've made the most of the body I’ve been given and the opportunities that have come my way. But that doesn’t give everyone the right to demand I get titfucked on camera, for me to be on every guy’s fantasy titfuck list and for you to try and tempt me with some crazy offer of money.”
Tracey was standing, putting her leather jacket on. Those breasts, bulging and distorting her vintage rock band T-shirt and dominating her slim torso were tantalizingly close, but never more out of reach than they were in that moment. She looked at me and smiled, grimly.
“Thank you for lunch, thank you for inviting me here. Thank you for the offer, but I’m going to have to decline. Good bye and good luck with finding a naïve young girl with a big enough cup size for your film project”
I watched as Tracey walked away, turning heads of all the male diners and disapproving and envious stares from the women. Maybe Brad was right. Maybe this was a titfuck too far.
Chapter One can be found here
Chapter Two can be found here
Chapter Three can be found here.
Chapter Four: The Big Pitch
Suddenly, here it was. The moment. Tracey looked at me, expectedly.
“So…." I asked "Is your current contract an exclusive one?”
That seemed a very feeble way to start, but it was my best shot. Maintaining eye contact with Tracey Flowers was far from straightforward
“With GlamourBabes?” asked Tracey, which threw me a bit, I thought that her contract was exclusive and rock solid, that’s what everyone has told me. “It was exclusive for three years” clarified Tracey “so I’ve technically been a free agent for about a year. They keep offering me shoots and the pay is good”
“But aren’t you bored with working with them? I probed, raising my eyebrows.
“Maybe… sometimes…” mused Tracey “but I trust them and they’re really professional”
I took a deep breath and plunged in with my main pitch.
“OK, here’s what I’d like to offer. I’m ready to invest in a film, starring you. In fact, think of it that I’m investing in you”
The word ‘film’ sounded odd in the context of what was coming next, like I was an auteur of art house cinema rather than the angel investor who wanted to see Tracey Flowers getting her amazing 32GGs titfucked on screen.
“I can offer much more than GlamourBabes both on the upfront and the back end”
Tracey Flowers looked at me intently. Her big hazel eyes gazing straight at me.
“Go on…” she nodded.
“I can offer you $250,000 as an advance payment and if that gets earned back, 10 per cent of the profits if we go into profit, as I’m sure we will”.
There it was. My offer. Out in the open. Almost.
“Wow!” said Tracey, open mouthed “that offer for just one film?”
I nodded
“I mean how long is this film? 90 minutes? Longer? asked Tracey.
“Well… more like 25 minutes, I guess. Technically, it’s a short I suppose”
Tracey frowned “Am I going to need to act or something? You know I’m not really an actress”
“No…” I went on, trying to form my thoughts carefully “but you will have to perform as you, I guess. You will be cast and billed as yourself”
I took another deep breath and went on.
“The offer is conditional on one thing. You are going to be titfucked on camera”
–––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––
Time seemed to slow down, almost to a standstill. Tracey’s head dropped and I found myself looking expectantly at the top of Tracey’s head, her long read hair draped down in front of her. When she looked up again, her gaze going past me and over my shoulder to the room beyond I saw the tears that had welled in her large hazel eyes. In my mind, the noise and chatter of the busy restaurant fell away to silence. I could hear my own breathing.
“I can’t believe this is happening” muttered Tracey, her eyes blinking away the tears as looked away from me, avoiding contact.
I didn’t know what to say. My mind at this moment became utterly confused.
“So what do you think? There’s 250 grand as the offer, right there”. With hindsight, my words were very badly chosen.
“What do I think?” replied Tracey, an angry tone entering her normally cheerful voice as she folded her arms over her bust “No. Fucking. Way. That’s what I think”
“But I…. I… don’t understand” I mumbled. In my mind the financial offer was enough to sway her. “That’s the most we’ve ever offered a girl”
“Yeah, like the hundred grand you offered Laura Kenwright. I heard all about that”
Now I was floundering, the situation was going out of control. And other diners in the restaurant were looking over at the incredibly busty, yet petite twenty-something redhead raising her voice at the forty-something man.
“What did you hear?” I blurted out, avoiding the opportunity to deny everything.
“I know Laura, we’re not that close, but we used to hang out after the couple of times we shot together. Then I heard that some porn studio had offered her some crazy money and she ends up in some titfucking video. You know her boyfriend left her after that? He was the love of her life. And her family disowned her as well. I don’t want to be like that, labelled as a porn star, struggling with the guilt and gorging my way into obesity on junk food”
I looked at the table “I… I don’t know much about her…” I lied
“Bullshit” shot back Tracey. “It was your company. It was your money. You ruined Laura’s life and her figure. I’m not going to let you do that to me”
“But it’s a lot of money” I replied. My tone was becoming pleading and somewhat pathetic.
“You think you can buy my tits?” gasped Tracey “This is just too much” the tears started to well again “ I know I owe my modelling career to them and people said really nice things about them when I started out” Tracey was starting to vent “but all I hear now is that I somehow owe it to my fans to do hardcore or to get titfucked. I mean what the fuck is that? I owe something to my fans? It’s like they think they own my breasts”
I sat there, helpless and silent as Tracey made moves and started to stand.
“I didn’t ask to be busty. I didn’t pray every night to get double G cup tits, but it happened to me. I've made the most of the body I’ve been given and the opportunities that have come my way. But that doesn’t give everyone the right to demand I get titfucked on camera, for me to be on every guy’s fantasy titfuck list and for you to try and tempt me with some crazy offer of money.”
Tracey was standing, putting her leather jacket on. Those breasts, bulging and distorting her vintage rock band T-shirt and dominating her slim torso were tantalizingly close, but never more out of reach than they were in that moment. She looked at me and smiled, grimly.
“Thank you for lunch, thank you for inviting me here. Thank you for the offer, but I’m going to have to decline. Good bye and good luck with finding a naïve young girl with a big enough cup size for your film project”
I watched as Tracey walked away, turning heads of all the male diners and disapproving and envious stares from the women. Maybe Brad was right. Maybe this was a titfuck too far.
