The Casting Couch

By Amarinda Jones

“I like sex.” Oh yeah, I have him. Men were so easy to work out and deal with. Tease their dicks with the suggestion of what they could have and they were simple to manipulate.
“With multiple men?”
“Yes.” There was no need to lie. Caroline did. She enjoyed hard bodies and hot cocks on and in her. She knew what she would have to do with this man where she wanted him to be—under her control. At her mercy.
“Women?”
“No.” As much as she liked sex that had never turned Caroline on.
“You’re a prude.”
Caroline’s eyes locked with his. She knew his dick was hard in his pants and that was the reason he kept adjusting his stance. “Fucking hardly. I like dick.”
Marcus laughed loudly at her words. “I find honesty refreshing.”
“Many who say so don’t do it.” Like you. Lying prick.
“Many girls come here to start off their film careers.”
Yeah, that’s what Avril had thought. Avril. As much as Caroline loved her little sister, she was well aware that Avril was dazzled by the easy way to do things without deliberately factoring in the consequences or the cost.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Scarlet Harlot Publishing
• Release date: Sep 17, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465703583

Amarinda Jones

Amarinda Jones believes anything is possible and sometimes just asking for the impossible will surprise someone enough that they will give it to you. Writing is like that. Put it out there and wait for a response. There is always the possibility you may fall on your arse, but after all, that's what cellulite is for. Amarinda believes in taking chances, speaking her mind and aging disgracefully. Twenty years from now she plans on being the neighborhood witch that all the kids are scared of. But then, everyone has to have a hobby.

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The Casting Couch

Amarinda Jones

Chapter One

 Please, take a seat. He shut the door behind them.

Caroline Croft looked around the room. It was as she expected. There were four video cameras set up at different vantage points in the plain, creamed-colored room. She could see the red light on each of them telling her they were working and trained on her. The only furniture was a dark, red leather sofa where she sat and a mahogany desk and chair beside where he stood. All things considered he wasn’t what Caroline expected from her sister Avril’s description. She had expected the devil incarnate in a shiny purple pimp’s suit. But he was nothing like that. Simple blue denim jeans and a plain white business shirt covered his tall, lean body. His hair was thick, dark and wavy. If this had been any other occasion, she would have been instantly interested in this blue-eyed, hard-bodied man. But Caroline wasn’t. She was