The Eleventh Day BEFORE Xmas...Teaser 2

So the first teaser, for those that read it, brought on quite a bit of speculation--which is exactly what I was hoping it would do.  What led to that moment?  What was being referred to in the past?  In the present?  What had Diamond gotten herself into?

None of those questions were answered, LOL...and so for those who choose not to read the teaser, none of the above is anything of a spoiler.

So, to fuel the fire and appease the curious (although it sounds like people are getting even more frustrated only getting a glimpse, LOL), here is the second excerpt from Lapdancing Girlfriend Chapter 06!

Before you click that button, I am going to warn you this next scene brings about what I would consider a 'big' spoiler, so am obligated to warn you if you do not want to know too much of the actual PLOT of the story...you might want to abstain your curiosity, hehehe....

Jen knew this conversation was being monitored by not only by Mr. DeWight, but the FBI, and she hoped the computer techie would not seem too needy to his peers. She realized she needed to not only affirm her control, but also somehow stroke the agent’s ego.

“So you won’t have sex with me, but you still are going to fuck whatever guy you are told to in front of a camera?” he asked angrily. “I don’t see how I should be the one punished for being in a relationship with you while some stranger can have his way with you,” he spat at her.

Jen was confused, uncertain if the agent was playing along with their cover or genuinely asking for his own sake. If he was playing along, then he was certainly believable; however, by his statement and stance she felt sorry for the man, believing he was truly upset.

She smiled and looked at the agent for a long time before replying, hoping he would understand the simple truth.

“You know there’s nothing I can do about that,” she finally told him. “You yourself have read the contract, and although it seems completely illegal to be able to bind me into a contract where I am forced to have sex and be nothing more than a sexual plaything, the language is pretty clear I have to follow Mr. DeWight’s ‘artistic direction’ without refusal. Even if the contract were taken to court and I say he is forcing me to have sex against my will until I’m blue in the face, the bottom line is I signed a contract to be a porn actress, and there is no misunderstanding or ambiguity as to what that role implies,” she said with some exacerbation, voicing the words she had been thinking to her own self all this week. “I cannot control anything he does,” she said hopelessly, once again looking directly at the agent, “but I need some control. Please. Let’s do this,” she said, “for me.”

She stared at the agent for a long time until he finally closed his eyes. She knew his male ego would have to take the hit, as any reason for the FBI agent to disagree to her request would be frowned upon by the agency.

Then the agent opened his eyes and smiled as he said, “OK, I’ll agree to it if that is your wish,” he said pleasantly, his sudden change in demeanor causing her to wonder if he were actually acting the part of her fiancé. “The last thing I want to do is upset my bride-to-be,” he told her with another smile as Jen sighed in relief, but then he continued. “But this is not going to be an open-ended agreement. You said yourself when we talked about this last time it was in preparation for us getting married, so if we’re going to do this, let’s set a date here and now,” he smiled.

“What!” Jen exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise at the agent’s statement.

“I’m willing to give in to this ‘no sex’ thing,” he told her with a grin, “but I’m not going to sit around forever while you get your share of strange cock on the side each time you go to work,” he told her. “If you want us to abstain, then you need to set a date so I know when I’ll have my fiancée back,” he grinned at her.

“That’s not fair,” Jen said in protest.

The man’s request was a complete shock. Of course, if they were really engaged, the request was not unreasonable, particularly under the circumstances to which she had given her own excuse. Once again she saw how the lines of her make believe world and real world crossed and intersected into grey areas