This story is a direct follow-up to "Mina Wants to Model Ch. 01." The beginning of this story offers a quick recap of events from the first chapter, but you might want to read it first if you haven't already.
I think I was only able to fall asleep last night because of how drained I was after repeatedly jacking off to what I'd witnessed: my sleazebag co-worker Jeremy plunging his cock down the throat of sweet, beautiful Mina. Mina was dating Mark, one of my friends at the office who invited a few of us over on the weekends to watch football and hang out, but in truth we were all there to check out Mina just as much as we were there for the games.
Mina was flawless. The porcelain-skinned, silken-haired daughter of a Chinese businessman and his Korean wife was staying in the US while her father worked out a deal with the insurance firm Mark, Jeremy, Todd, and I all worked for. She was kind, funny, interesting... and really fucking hot. Years of dance, yoga, and gymnastics training had given her a toned, lithe body, and her large, dark eyes and angelic smile were stunning. She was quite naive about American culture, and her playful innocence was often a source of fun for our group of friends.
Jeremy had been "playfully" flirting with Mina for months, but finally had his chance to take things much further last night. With the help of a bottle of tequila, and Mark taken out of the picture for the night by a stomach flu, Jeremy was able to turn our weekly game night into an opportunity to have Mina—my friend, I reminded myself despite how turned on I was to watch this all unfold—pose for a series of sexy photos and videos in a punk schoolgirl outfit she'd worn as part of a trashy auto show modelling gig, sit in his and our other co-worker Todd's laps while they felt her up, give him a drunken lapdance, and then...
I still wasn't sure if what I watched was consensual or abuse. After growing frustrated at Mina's drunken lack of focus, Jeremy took things into his own hands quite literally as he grabbed her by the pigtails and shoved his hard dick into her mouth. But all the while, Mina had agreed to each of his suggestions; she even mumbled out a compliant "mmhm" with her lips wrapped around his cock when he asked her if he could take control. His suggestion that she might be able to kickstart a modelling career by working with a professional photographer he knew seemed to have a hypnotic effect on her, and he and Todd had plied her with tequila all night long. She had become putty in Jeremy's hands... but was she actually okay with that?
I was able to watch this unfold because I'd set up a "security camera" app on my phone and left it behind when I took off for the night. Maybe this video would be useful if she ever decided to press charges... Who the fuck was I kidding? I didn't have any noble motives here. I had recorded the scene so I could watch what happened to Mina and jack off, and I could never, ever let her know I'd seen any of this. I'm not sure which bothered me more: the fact that I'd invaded Mina's privacy by recording her as she was being groped, grinding into Jeremy's lap, and sucking him off... or that I stopped recording when I did and might have missed something else happening later on that night.
What really got to me, however, came at the very end of my recording. I hadn't noticed at first, shocked and rock-hard from what I had just seen, but after re-watching the video more times than I'd like to admit I saw something that made my heart skip a beat: Mina, on her hands and knees and gasping for air after Jeremy finished in her mouth, looked up at him and smiled. The very last frame of the video froze her in that subtle smile, the cum and tequila dribbling down her chin a harsh contrast with the innocent, proud look on her face. If what Jeremy did to her was wrong, Mina didn't seem to see it that way.
The next morning, I texted Mark a lie about a credit card falling out of my wallet that I thought was stuck between the cushions of his chair and asked if I could stop by on my way to work to pick it up. He'd never believe a tech-head like me would have actually "forgotten" my phone, but I needed an opportunity to collect it as soon as possible—especially before Mark or Mina would have a chance to stumble across my phone positioned suspiciously on one of the surround-sound speakers. When Mark greeted me at the door he was clearly still under the weather, and I doubted he'd be making it to work that day.
"Hey, thanks for letting me drop in," I offered. "I'll be in and out fast so you can get back to sleep." Mark offered a tired nod in response.
As I took the first step down to his basement, I turned back to Mark and asked, "How's Mina?" I prayed he couldn't sense the anxiety in my voice.
"She's out cold. I think she had a bit too much to drink last night."
"I hope the hangover doesn't hit her too hard," I offered as I turned and quickly went down the stairs to grab my phone. It seemed like Mark didn't have any idea about what really happened last night... for now, anyway.
There was something surreal about being back in Mark's basement after what I'd seen take place here the night before. I'd been here week after week to watch football with my friends, but it felt so different now. A quick glance around the room showed that Jeremy must have done some cleaning up before he took off for the night, but beyond that there were no signs of anything else happening yesterday that I hadn't already seen or filmed. I grabbed my phone, headed back up the stairs, and said a quick "Found it!" to Mark as I took off for work.
Todd was just arriving as I pulled in, and it was clear that he was doing his best to fight off a hangover. We both met up with Jeremy in the coffee lounge before beginning our workday in earnest.
"Wow Todd, you look terrible!" Jeremy chuckled at his friend before taking a sip of hot, black coffee. He must not have slept much either, I thought as I grabbed a coffee for myself.
"Yeah, well," Todd mumbled, "it must have been a hell of a night. From what I can remember of it, anyway!" He rubbed his head and squinted his eyes at the white fluorescent lights above in the lounge.
"How was the rest of the game, after I left?" I asked. I had to do my best to keep this casual and not let on anything about my recording.
"Oh, uh," Jeremy offered after a slight pause, "the Packers won it in the end. You really didn't miss much."
I nodded and sipped at my coffee. The brief moment of silence that followed felt like an eternity in my nerve-wracked state.
"Mina sure was something last night!" I said, breaking the silence.
"Heh, I still don't understand how Mark let her dress up like that in public, but it sure worked out well for us," Todd said with a grin, still rubbing at his temples. Jeremy smiled a thin smile as he sipped at his coffee.
"I should probably get going," I said, moving toward the door. "We have an update to the sales app to push out later today and I need to do a final pass on the code."
"Cool, see you later man," Todd grumbled out. Jeremy gave me a nod.
Just as I was leaving, I overheard Todd—likely a bit louder than he intended—ask Jeremy, "Hey, will you send me those photos and videos from last night? I'll send you what I've got too." I stopped in my tracks, just outside the lounge.
"Sure," Jeremy replied a bit more discreetly. "I'll send them once I get home from work, and you should do the same. We don't need anyone to catch us at work watching videos of Mark's girl shaking her ass." Todd laughed in response, again probably louder than intended.
