The papers came out with shots of me from the news conference in the tight mini-dress, together with salacious articles. Leung had leaked enough information to stoke up excitement and I could only imagine the reaction when the Penthouse edition was published. For the next week I had to entertain men brought to the mansion. An afternoon or overnight session. Two a day. It was the first time I'd ever done sustained whoring, and it was tiring. A mix of Chinese and foreigners. I went though the motions with most. But one was a real stallion, a fair haired German who was a business contact of Leung.
In his late 30s he was very handsome and had a massive cock. He gave magnificent oral and I came on his face before the gave me the best screwing I'd received for a long time during a steamy night, as I orgasmed repeatedly. The men who came all had some business connection with Leung, and included a number who told me they'd fanaticized over me when I was Miss Hong Kong and an actress. In those days they'd have been too far down the chain to enjoy me but I was 41 now and much more available. In that first week I took nearly 20 men. In between I talked most days to my children in England, wondering how long I could keep all this from them.
In the harsh light of day and without make-up I was aware that I looked older in the morning, particularly after a night being banged. I dreaded the threesome with McLaren and Weeks, knowing they'd give me a humiliating time. The day before the photo shoot was taken up with getting me ready. A facial, body oil massage, hair restyled, eye brows plucked, any body hair removed. Seeing the costumes I'd wear. A mini cheongsam that I could hardly get into, white corset, skin tight black skirt, provocative lingerie, six inch red stilettos. I'd stepped over the line during the past week, becoming a cock sucking prostitute.
Now I was to show myself off publicly like never before. I'd always refused to do nude work in the past. Leung had gone along with this because they wanted me to have a sexy but not too naughty image for my films. Now it was different. They wanted me as a wanton slut in contrast to my previous image.
The Penthouse shoot was in my bedroom and in other parts of the mansion, including the garden. The photographer was a bearded American, Brad, who had done many of the centerfolds. Leung, Peters, McLaren and Weeks turned had turned up. Cindy was also there to chivvy me along. The first shots were of me posing in a white corset, panties and stockings which would be used for the front cover. I was heavily made up with red wet-look lipstick and really looked the whore as I stood legs astride, knelt or bent over with the heavily wired half cup bodice thrusting out my breasts.
I'd done plenty of modeling and knew how to show myself off. I saw McLaren and Weeks leering and sniggering, aware of what lay ahead that evening. It was a long day under the hot lights, constantly having my make up retouched and hair brushed and changing costumes. I had to pose for graphic shots that showed my pussy and backside from various angles. Tease pictures standing bare breasted in the very tight black skirt, and then pulling it up slowly to show I was wearing no panties. In the cheongsam I sat on the stairs, with the studs holding the bodice undone to expose a breast, while my legs were wide apart with the slits of the dress pulled apart to show my cunt. It was not subtle.
I also did fully nude ones for the centrefold, sprawled on the bed or floor, or kneeling with buttocks high in the air and legs apart on reveal my pussy. Every inch of me was captured by the camera and of course the pictures would be air brushed to make me look even better. The shoot was also filmed for a CD. During a break, Weeks and McLaren approached me while I sipped a drink in my robe.
"Great show, Stella You sure still got the body," said McLaren, "Kept your tits nice and firm." "You been the talk of the town, Stella. Guys can't wait to see this centre fold and the movie. Hear you've been a busy girl at the mansion. Going to get a lot busier tonight."
He reached out to pat my buttocks. I didn't say anything, not disguising my dislike.
"You won't be so frigid when I have my cock up your arse," grinned.
I was tired when the shoot ended.
"Excellent, Stella," smiled Peters. "The edition will sell out. We're printing extra editions."
I felt tired but there was to be little rest for me that night. Cindy had me up to my room to wash off the sweat and prepare for the two bastards.
"I know you don't like them but it won't be the first time you've been fucked by men you don't like," said Cindy, as I sulkily did my face. "Peters tells me they are big backers of your films and he wants them kept happy."
"They're fucking bastards," I replied.
"Most men are. Now you should know by now that the best way to deal with cunts like that is to please them. Getting them pissed off will only make it harder. You've got to play the slut. Surprise them by taking the initiative. Pretend like you have with others. You are an actress."
The bitch was right, however much I didn't want to take her advice. To get these men angry could mean them causing me pain - and no one was going to stop them however much I screamed.
So when they were ushered into the bedroom by Cindy I was standing on my high heels in a see-through silk negligee and stockings - no bra or panties, hands on hips, legs apart. My face was heavily painted, with my mouth a thick red slash of wet lipstick and my cheeks bright with rouge.
"Gentlemen, Cindy is ready for you," said Cindy, giving me a wink as she left.
I ran my tongue along my lips.
"Is this what you've been waiting for all these years?" I asked and gave them an inviting smile.
