Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

“How do you know that?” she asked, turning slightly but not looking at me.


“They’ve talked to me about it. Asking if I knew anyone that did that. I usually just send them to the strip bar, but I know they come back alone and still horny as hell,” I told her. Figuring to break the seriousness of the conversation I joked, “ I just hope the motel has enough toilet paper to handle all the jerking off they must be doing.”





Anjali politely laughed at my comment and turned back to the TV. The news had come on and as normal there was a Cyclone Break report. I would love to buy the camera person a drink, because they caught every good looking guy wandering down the street or laid out at the beach.


“Yeah like guys like that can’t get laid,” she muttered.


Time to up the stakes a bit. “Oh, it’s true. I know it for a fact. You might think that it’s just the nerdy guys, but mostly they are good looking boys. Like I said, just not enough girls to go around. They were practically begging for the chance to find someone to screw. Even if they had to pay for it. None of them want to go home without some kind of story to brag about.”


“And they told you they would pay for it?”


“Well, actually, I started a list, out of curiosity. I had them write down what they wanted and how much they would pay.”


“Really?”





“Yeah. You know just something to pass the time. I told them to let me know what they wanted and I would see what I could find. Maybe not totally honest, but even though I wasn’t going to find someone, they were still going without.”


“So where’s this list?” Anjali wanted to know. She was now turned in her chair and looking right at me.


“I think it’s out in the car, or I might have left it there. Not sure.”


“Go see if you brought it home. I’m curious too.”


I tried to shrug indifferently and went out to my car. I knew where the list was without looking but I took my time to make her wait a bit. I still had no idea where her mind was on the whole subject. As I said earlier, we had playfully tossed the idea out before, but never went anywhere with it. I took the sheet of paper and folded it so the photo on the other side wouldn’t show through and headed into the house. I sat on the couch and Anjali moved over next to me to read the list in my hands. It was an impressive list to say the least.


“Let’s see what these horny boys are offering,” she smiled.



The list itself was highlighted by several requests for blowjobs, ranging in offerings from 500 to 1500. Fucking was listed from 2000 to 4000 dollars. One young man wanted to ass fuck for 5000. The three that seemed to get most of Anjali’s attention were the ones that wanted to do a whore with another person.


One guy said that for him and his roommate together they would pay 10000. Another was for all six guys in a room for two hours for 30000. The last was for six guys that wanted three hours and were willing to pay 50000.


Anjali eyed the list, with several ‘Oh My Gods’.


“Yeah but if you brought them Bertha Fat Ass, they would tell you to go to hell, I’m sure.”


“I’m sure they would. I showed them a picture I got from the computer and these are the prices they offered,” I told my wife, not mentioning the picture was of her. I also wondered if I had one of her nude if the prices wouldn’t go up.





“Well looking at these prices you must have found a picture of a good looking pretend whore.”


“Oh yes. She is quite beautiful. In fact, it was almost sad when they would find me and ask if I was able to make it happen and I had to tell them no. A few of them really were hoping to see her tits. She has nice ones,” I smiled, “in the photo.”


“What else did she look like? I'm curious to know what she looked like to get these kinds of offers. You got the picture?”


“Yes.”


“Can I see it?”


“Maybe,” I answered.


“Maybe?”


“Well you have to understand it was research. I was just kind of fooling around.” I was nervous as hell. I never thought about it through this far, but Anjali could really get mad at me for showing her picture to these guys. I decided to go for broke and unfold the paper.


“It’s on the other side of the list.”


It felt like Anjali stared at the photo for hours. Then she turned the paper over and looked at the list again. Then back to the photo. My stomach was in knots. The excitement I had started to feel was gone and fear that I fucked up crept up as the silence grew.



“So let me see if I have this straight. These guys ask if you know a whore. You say maybe and then show them my picture. Then they write down what they want to do with me and for how much. Is that about it?”


“Yeah. I guess. Pretty much,” I answered. I knew every detail of the shoes I was wearing because that was the only thing I could look at for the moment.


“And they were upset because they wanted to see my tits?”


“Yeah, they really liked the way you looked.”