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‘Holy shit, is that thing real? I've never had a cock that big. I'm not sure I can get it in my mouth.'

I can't even tell you how many times I'd said those lines or something similar. And if you must know, I practiced them when I was alone. Sincerity was crucial. Men had to buy what I was selling and the best business was repeat business.

For this assignment, I was dressed in a bra-less halter, hot pants and three-inch heels. My pocketbook had the mini-camera and microphone attached. Even in a place like LA, I turned heads when I walked down the street.

I didn't turned heads when I walked into that studio. The reception area was empty except for a secretary. She was a grey-haired woman. "Mr. Faulk will be with you shortly."

He was our target: Mr. Lewis Faulk, sexual predator.

Ten minutes later he walked out. Brandon had shown me pictures, He was short, bald, overweight and perhaps fifty. "Beav, don't underestimate him. He has a way of getting what he wants, according to the reports we have."

Like with C. Bradford Foote, I'd read the complaints girls submitted. There were over a dozen of them. "Oh, he's going to get what he wants. It's going to very, very expensive."

I was thinking jail time.

"Violet, I'm Lew Faulk, come in." He led me through a series of hallways to a room which was set-up to look like a beach. He'd even imported sand. There was a beach umbrella, a blanket and props like a cooler and a beach ball.

"The scenes you'll be in will be on a beach like this." He explained the plot of the movie: young people frolicking in the sun and surf; falling in and out of love. "Frankly, Violet, we're selling the scenery. I don't mean the beach; I mean young people with beautiful bodies. So far, you qualify," he smiled. I thought he was leering.

"There's a dressing room over here where you can change into a bikini, so we can get an idea what you look like when we get on location."

Entering the dressing room, there was a rack of bikinis in a variety of colors, sizes and styles. "Pick out one, try it on, and we'll see how you look."

The girls' complaints all seem to indicate that Lew Faulk either spied on them or had a hidden camera in the dressing room. "I'm not sure," one girl wrote, "it just felt creepy."

First, I took off my halter. If he was looking, he was going to get an eye full. Wearing, just my hot pants and heels, I pretended to rummage through the rack of bikinis. In fact, I was looking for the most likely place where he'd be spying on me or have a camera hidden. I took my time. I tried on bikini tops I knew were too small, didn't fit right or didn't look good on me just so I could keep looking and so could Mr. Faulk.

You know it wasn't the first time a guy his age saw my titties. My clients were there for my pussy or a blowjob, but not one of them ignored my tits.

Once, I thought I saw where he was likely to be spying on me, I stood right in front of it; took off my heels and then those hot pants. He was getting a good view of my bush. I put on the top first, then I sat down for just a minute to put on the bottoms, but before I did, I spread my legs wide. If he was in fact, spying, and if I had the right spot, he was getting a full view of my pussy.

A minute later I walked out of the dressing room, carrying just my pocketbook. "Violet, you look gorgeous. I want you to sit on the blanket in various poses." I followed his instructions: on my back, on my knees, on all fours with my ass facing him, standing with one hand on the beach umbrella, holding the beach ball over my head.

Mr. Faulk asked me to try on a different bikini; one he picked out. It showed a lot more of my tits and was cut even higher in the crotch. I went through those poses again. Then he sprung it on me, not that Brandon Green and his team hadn't prepared me. "Violet, this film is being shot in Europe for a European audience. Do you know on French beaches, women bath topless?"

I looked at him with a questioning look on my face. It was an expression I'd practiced with Nina Weegar, numerous times. "You mean?"

"I do. If you want to be considered for the film, we have to see what you look like." He said we; I know he meant I.

"Well, okay," I said reluctantly. Then I turned my back on him and took off the bikini top. When I turned back to him, I had my breasts covered.

Slowly, I moved my arms. Nina had me practice blushing. I have to say, I was certain I'd pulled it off. "Gorgeous, Violet, you're absolutely lovely."

We went through those poses again. At one point, I was on all fours with those 34Ds hanging down. "Hold that pose for just a minute," he stared or was he ogling?

"Now, lie back and spread your legs as wide as possible."

The next thing I knew, Lew Faulk was between my legs; he wasn't ogling my tits; he was staring at my crotch. "Violet, perhaps this bikini bottom is a little small or you'll need to shave a little closer. It looks like you are indeed a blonde."

Again, I blushed. Mr. Faulk crawled up next to me and kissed me on the mouth. "Violet, convince me that this role was made for you." He fondled my breasts.

Ten minutes later, that bikini bottom was off, and Mr. Faulk was between my legs and was doing something that no man had done. His tongue was exploring my pussy Like I said, I'd had over five hundred clients; not one of them was interested in doing what Lewis Faulk was doing. Let me blunt, men don't want to eat a pussy that's seen the amount of traffic my pussy had.

I mean some nights I fucked four or five guys. Imagine being the sixth guy and wanting to eat my pussy. No one wanted that.

I won't tell you it wasn't enjoyable being eaten by Lewis Faulk but all the time, I was thinking of those innocent girls he'd likely seduced right on this blanket.

He went on and on. "Violet, your pussy is so tasty; are you ready for my big cock?"

"I don't know, Mr. Faulk, I came here just to get an acting role, but your tongue is so good."

He crawled up on top of me. "I'll take it slow. Are you a virgin, Violet?"

"No, oh no. You feel so big." That was one of my favorite lines when I was a working girl; not that I wasn't now, but it was different."

"Let me give you my big cock. You'll be perfect for the role."

"Mr. Faulk, I really need the job." I spread my legs wider.

We fucked but not like I fucked any of my clients. I mean I acted as if this was all new to me. I told him I wasn't a virgin, "but Mr. Faulk, I don't have much experience, a man like you can show a girl how to be a woman."

"If you're certain you want to be an actress and you'd like a role in this movie, why don't you come to my hotel room tonight? You're doing a good job convincing me that you're the girl for this role. Tonight, I'll need more convincing."

I thought those girls were stupid to fall for a line like that, but then I wasn't a naïve, virgin from Kansas, desperate for a job, and desperate to become an actress.

We'd set the trap for Lewis Faulk. Tonight, he'd fall into it.

Since, he'd already seen all of me, I was dressed conservatively as I walked into that hotel. I did have the same pocketbook, however.

"Violet, why don't we start where we left off this morning?" He started to help me with my blouse.

"Mr. Faulk, I hope I'm doing the right thing, I could really use the work. You have no idea what it's like for a struggling actress."

"You are, Violet. Now, show me you really want the role." He was undressing while I was doing the same.

When we were both naked, he reached up and put his arms around my neck. Yes, he was that much shorter than me. "Violet, you showed me this morning that you'll do just about anything to be an actress. Tonight, show me that you know how to make love to a cock."

He pushed me to my knees. Of course, I knew what he wanted. I only resisted a little. I'd guess the majority of my clients wanted me to suck their cocks. "Ummmm, Mr. Faulk, I've only done that once, I'm not sure I can please you."

"It's acting, Violet. Be an actress."

I would not have expected any of my clients to pay for the lousy blowjob I gave him. I wouldn't expect repeat business with the way I sucked his cock. "Am I doing okay?" I took it out more than once.

He reassured me I was.

A few minutes later, I took it out again. "Mr. Faulk, I sure hope this gets me into your movie."

"Violet, you're demonstrating that you have what it takes to be in a Lewis Faulk movie."

Later that night, he fucked me. If he had been a client I would have been so happy when he finished. What I'm trying to say was that he was a lousy fuck. Oh, and that big cock he bragged about? Nah, it was about average,

They all weren't, you know? A few times a month, I had a client and didn't need to act. I'd get a big cock and a good fucking.

When he finished, "Mr. Faulk, I should be getting home. It's getting late, my parents will be worried. When will I hear from you?" Did I sound innocent? I hope so.

"It should only be a few days."

Outside the hotel, a taxi driven by Brandon Green was waiting for me. "Beav, the audio sounded great. I think we've got him."

"Brandon, just like with that piece of shit Brad Foote, I don't want to listen to it and certainly don't want to see it."

"You don't have to."

"Here's the other thing, I hope you and Brayden don't get your rocks off watching me. You'd be just as bad as those bastards."

"Beav, I've worked the sex crimes beat for almost two decades. I'm immune to that kind of thing. Nina interviews victims all the time. There's nothing new under the sun. Sickos are sickos."

"Yeah, well this is me. I'm not some anonymous victim. The government pays me well, but that's about all that's changed regarding my employment."

"Yes, but now you have immunity."

"What do you mean?"

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