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Denise, the Cheesecake Model Who Wasn't
. I hit a block with my Evie character and Denise kept coming to mind, so I decided to detour for a bit, and hopefully get Evie on track in the process.
Note: All character are 18+
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After Denise revealed to me that she wasn't the empty-headed bimbo everyone thought she was, our relationship became a sort of secret game we were playing on everyone else. She was the bimbo, and I was the boyfriend taking advantage of the bimbo. And we played our parts really well.
Troy, her 'photographer' or more accurately, her pimp/handler, was more or less fooled by Denise's act as well. I think he knew she had more on the ball than she was letting on, but he wasn't going to risk losing his meal ticket by calling her out. Her books, videos, prostitution, and escort services, and he was getting a piece of all of it, and a piece of that hot body of hers too.
He agreed to let us use the studio as our own private love nest whenever he wasn't using it, which wasn't that often actually. He had lots of other girls he exploited as well. Of course, it was all above board. DNR's, contracts, and he even paid their taxes as part time employees in the film industry. Shady, but not illegal. I thought we should do something about it, but Denise just wanted to soak him for as much money as she could, then disappear. New name, new identity, new address, new phone... all of it. She was just going to drop off the face of the earth, and show up someplace else with a totally clean slate.
Denise and I spent a lot of time together over those last months. Once I got to know her, she turned out to be very sweet, even a little innocent in some ways. Maybe it was all acting, but I didn't think so. She was jaded, and bitter, but not with me. We had sex two or three times a week just the two of us, and she would ask me to invite a friend or two for group sex about once a week, more if she wasn't getting any in her photo shoots. She just loved having more cocks to play with.
My five closest friends all got to enjoy her. There was Jeff, of course. Pete was a tall, skinny guy, but had a charm she seemed to like. Mike was Pete's best friend ever since grade school, so I let him into the Darling D. fan club. Then there were the two Marks. Big Mark was my buddy from my senior year in high school. He got the 'Big' nomicer because he was kinda overweight, but Denise just loved his sense of humor, and his abnormally thick cock. The other Mark was like the pretty boy in our circle of friends. He had a girlfriend, and she was pretty damned hot, but he knew if she ever found out he was banging Denise, she'd be gone in a heartbeat... so we kept it all a secret.
And that was us. The Darling D. Fan Club, all willing to share the hottie that was my bimbo girlfriend. For five months, it was the most memorable, and craziest time in my young life. And to be honest, I really didn't want it to end. Denise was, and still is, the hottest babe I ever had before or since. But more than that, I liked her. We fucked a lot, but we also became friends, and maybe a bit more than friends.
I took her to backyard parties, went out to the movies, spent time on the beach; she even came with me on my little boat while I went clamming, just to spend some time together. She'd get naked on the bow of the boat to sunbathe. And back then, there were so many clam boats on the bay, you could practically walk from Long Island to Fire Island without getting wet. She got a lot of attention, that's for sure.
We were rapidly approaching the end of the semester, and I was sort of dreading it. Denise would be leaving, and this chapter of my life was going to end. We were laying on that ridiculously huge bed in the studio after a very energetic fuck, and she climbed up on top of me.
"Graduation's next week." she said.
I nodded. "I know."
"I want you to do something for me, but you can say no if you want to." she said.
I shrugged. "I probably won't."
She giggled. "I, umm... want to have another." This meant she wanted more cocks. "But this time... I want all of you at the same time. You and all the boys."
"Six at once?" I lifted a brow. "Really?"
She blushed and nodded, something that never failed to amaze me. As slutty as she was, she still had that demure side that made her so damned cute, and that always made me smile.
"Call it a bucket list item. A genuine gangbang." She said.
I wanted to say no, but I knew that was just me being selfish. I wanted her to myself for these last few day... but this was her choice, and I was just sort of along for the ride. "One more big bang, and you're off to your new life." I said, and it came out with more regret than I meant it to.
She cuddled on top of me, her body feeling wet and cool from our sweat, and she sighed in my ear. "You don't have to. I get it."
"No, it's fine." I lied. Well, only partially lied. I loved watching her lose control and go into total slut-mode. She was a force of nature in that state, and the best any of us guys could do was keep up. It was the hottest thing ever. The more I thought of it, the more I wanted to do it. This was the best way to end it. Not with a whimper, but with a bang. A big, hot, total gangbang.
"I'll make the calls. Friday work for you?"
She smothered me with kisses, and it was probably my imagination, but they didn't feel the same as they usually did. These felt... I don't know... more real in a way. Like she meant it.
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I made the calls, and told the guys that I was planning to give her a surprise gangbang. I didn't mention that she would be leaving soon. I guess I figured they didn't need to know. I told them all to show up on Friday when they could, and just plan to spend the whole night fucking the daylights out of my slutty bimbo. Of course, they were all on board.
It was even more wild than I expected. Mark showed up early, eager to get started. Denise got into character as she always did. As usual, we played along, asking her to do some modeling for us, which meant she would shed her clothes, because she's a cheesecake model after all, and had to put on something sexy.
"Troy got me some new things to wear." She said excitedly (a lie, because we picked it out together). "Really pretty. Want to see?"
Mark and I nodded, and she pranced off behind the dressing curtain to get undressed.
While she was gone, Pete and Jeff arrived, and waited with us while she got ready. Finally, she came out with her new outfit, and we all gawked at the vision that she was. A black lace up, cupless corset that just lifted but didn't cover her magnificent tits. Garter belt and black stockings, strappy shoes that lifted her already stunning butt to goddess-like stature, and to top it all off, a matching black leather collar fitted with a little metal ring and a silver chain leash.
She waved. "Oh! Hi Pete! Hi Jeff! I didn't know you were coming too! Do you like my new outfit?" she turned around so we could appreciate all her lovely curves from every angle. "And look!" she placed on her head a pair of cat ears with one of her adorable bimbo giggles. "See! I'm a pussy cat! Like my collar?" She dangled the leash and swung it around playful.
