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Tales of an Internet Whore (Part Seven)
*PLEASE READ PART 1;2;3;4;5 and 6 found in reluctance section*
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Lunchtime arrived, Bianca ran to the bank to draw out her savings and pay her boss, there was no way she could be left to the pack of wolfs again. She queued up, the grey haired customers in the bank taking out their pensions were all staring at her in disgrace, she finally got to cashier and asked to make a withdrawal of ?2,000 from her savings account, the cashier informed her there was only ?1,000 in there, she was mortified and then the cashier said she had just been paid and ?1,000 was available in her current account. She paused, realising her rent was due and her bills would be coming out of her account shortly, but she was desperate so agreed and withdrew the ?2,000
She ran back to the library, eager to give the money to her boss part to free herself but part to impress him in a strange way. She came into the office, he looked at her as she handed over the money, he was impressed, but not with Bianca, but with himself realising his own potential of being an evil bastard. He kept his word and let Bianca work behind the desk, but not his word for the money which he kept for himself.
Bernard decided to give Anthony a call, he must be traumatised, he had his number which was more than Bianca did. They spoke for a while, Bernard seeking permission to buy Bianca some toys for his dinner that night, but Anthony said that all the toys she had were kept in the draws under her bed. So Bernard's generous mood was not needed.
8pm came, Bianca dressed in a small black tube dress and heels, which Anthony left for her on her bed for her “date”. The doorbell rang, Bernard there with a dirty smile on his face. She let him in and sat him down in the living room, he asking her to give him a twirl and she did as she was told. She went to the kitchen to check on dinner and get Bernard a drink, however upon her return Bernard told her he had already eaten which defeated the purpose of coming! She however, was hungry spending her lunch in a bank queue and told Bernard that she needed to eat as she hadn't all day, he was fairly compassionate as he asked her to sit and he would get her food. About 5mins later he appeared with a bowl of her spaghetti in hand, she smiled warmed by his care, affection she had not had in a while.
Then, he sat down on her sofa next to her, bowl still in hand, he kicked the coffee table away which slid with the force and then his eyes on hers the whole time he placed the bowl by his feet and instructed her to get on the floor and eat, but she couldn't use her hands. She stared at the bowl on the floor, the smell was making her hungry and she got on her knees, holding her hair up with her hands and trying to eat spaghetti using her mouth like a dog. She couldn't get a grab without losing her grace, which was further frustrated by hearing her boss laugh. Then if it could not get any more humiliating he grabed placed his feet on her back as he took his cock out and began to wank.
She felt the hot sauce on her face, but continued eating, she half finished the bowl and stated she was finished, but her boss wanted the bowl licked clean so she continued. She licked the bowl like a stray dog and looked up, Bernard pleased with her as he told her to get her rope. She stated she didn't have any, he grabed her by her hair and pulled her towards the bedroom. He opened the draw under her bed, pulling out the rope and whipping her across the face, stinging her before warning her never to lie again. She genuinely forgot it was there but was also confused how he knew it was there. The rope was tied around her neck, like a leash and he began to walk her around her apartment on all fours, occasionally asking her to do dog tricks like sit or bark.
He then stood with her at the top of the stairs, he knelt down saying she ate too much, patting her ass and stomach saying she needed to lose that weight. He let her leash go, ordering her to sit as he walked to the bottom, she looked at him, he took an envelop of her ?2,000 out of his pocket, changed to ?10 notes and threw them on the floor. She was confused as firstly she thought that it had been given to charity but also at what he was doing. He ran back up and then said she had 10mins to fetch as much money as she could and run back up the stairs, however she had to do it like a dog, no hands on all fours and one note at a time. He then removed the rope and shouted start. Anthony was laughing his brains out, as he sat watching via the camera's thinking that Bernard was more evil than he was. Bianca had forgotten completely that Anthony could see.
Ten minutes were over, Bianca had done 8 laps, it was a lot harder than people might imagine. She was out of breath as he shouted stop she just managing to place her 9 th note in her mouth. He slapped his thighs indicating for her to return. She looked up as he counted the 8 notes, completely disgusted with her pathetic attempt.
“ Shame, each note represented a minute” he explained “you have only knocked off 8mins of my time with you in the bedroom, which is good news for me as I have 192minutes which is just over 3hrs!” he laughed
He grabed her hair and dragged her to the bedroom, threw her on the bed and looked in her draw of goodies. He placed the ball gag, nipple clamps and vibrator on the bed and the proceeded to put them on her, she screamed through the gag as the nipple clamps were applied and then nearly passed out as the vibrator was shoved deep in her ass. He placed her legs on his shoulders, wanking his cock to get it hard and placing a condom on. The he switched the vibrator on causing her to struggle in pain, but then felt him slap his rock hard fat cock on her pussy lips, he then inserted his cock deep inside her she could not take the pain of both in her, but grabed the side of the bed clenching the pain. He pounded her, pulling on the chain that connected the two clamps together.
It was a good hour before he came, he was exhausted and collapsed his sweaty, hot hairy body on hers, the vibrator still on and he having energy or desire to remove it as she was trying to relax after her second orgasm. He laid there for a good 10 mins before he rose, removing his condom from his now limp pink cock and throwing it on her stomach, it splashing everywhere. He walked and shouted for her to follow, she removed the vibrator from her ass and following his voice. He was in the bath, putting the shower on as he climbed in the tub he ordered her to clean him, and she obeyed. She started on his back, it was hairy and spotty, but she foamed him as much as she could to hide it from her view. He turned so she could do his front, again hairy, he lifted his manboobs one at a time so she could clean underneath and then lifted the rolls of flab to get in between the creases.
She then got on her knees doing his feet, his toenail all yellow, she worked her way up his legs finally getting to his cock, the water coming over her face, some with soapy suds splattering off his body entering her mouth. She rubed his cock with her bath sponge, but he grabed it out of her hand and ask her to use her hands, which she did, soaping it all in great detail. Then, he turned, she was eye to eye with his hair, flaby ass, she rubed shower gel on his cheeks trying not to think about it and then he bent forward, his ass cheeks coming apart as he instructed her to clean. She froze and then inserted her hand between his hairy ass cheeks, feeling dry bits of dirty tissue and dried poo as she did. She nearly vomited, needing to stop but he wanted her to carry on.
He turned off the hot water, as he climbed out leaving only the cold shocking her body. He asked her to clean herself, the cold water making her shiver and shake. He dried himself watching her and then left the bathroom, returning 2mins later with her leash. He slapped his thigh, a sign she now trained herself to mean 'come' and then turned the water off and went to him, dripping wet, he threw her toilet roll which she used to dry herself with and watched her sitting on the toilet as he examined her body as she finished the roll still not dry. She could hear him poo-ing and having a wee, the smell starting to overtake the room and making her want to gag.
He then shouted he was finished, she was confused hoping it meant he was leaving and just stared at him. He stood up, his back facing her, she looked as she scrapped the remaining two sheets off the roll and walking towards his dirty ass. The hot slime seeping through, he told it was her fault as she used the toilet roll to dry herself and asked her to use the towel. She grabed the towel wiping him, it was now on the towel and she did not know where to put it, she started to gag looking at it. He told her to wash the towel and be back in the bedroom. She stood over the basin washing the towel, clumps of poo floating in the sink not going down the plug needing her to push it down with her hands.
She ran to the bedroom, she was there dressed going through her wardrobe.
“ You have some, revealing clothes here” he commented “ Yes!” she said feeling a chill “ Not much underwear though I notice” he said as he pulled out some of her clothes “ Well, you have ripped two of my knickers” she commented “ Ha ha, well maybe I can buy you some more” he said “ Erm, not there is no need!” she jumped “ Well your 192minutes are up bitch! See you tomorrow for work!” he said as he left
She fell back on the bed as she heard him picking up his money, or her money from the foot of the stairs and slam her door closed. Her phone rang
“ Oh shit slut, that was brilliant!” screamed Anthony in excitement “ What?” she said realising he watched and then shocked he liked it “ You have reached an all time low, you are an ass cleaner!” he laughed “ I am tired!” she said “ Tired? You have a date tomorrow night!” he said “ A date?” she said “ Yep, this one is a paying client, so you need to stay professional!” he explained “ I'm not a fucking prostitute!” she screamed “ Well, yes you are as you have fucked for money on the weekend, but you need refining after all paying a guy ?2,000 to fuck you defeats the objective!” he said “ I didn't pay him to fuck me!” she said “ Looked like that to me, anyway tomorrow a taxi will pick you up at 7pm” then the phone went dead
The next day was the normal looks, ass slaps and photographs. She rang home to get ready to meet her client and he was not as bad as her previous encounter, it was just straight sex. The fact that Bianca found it normal surprised her, she just fucked a stranger for ?100 and was immune to feeling any shame. She came home, at 11pm her phone rang with instructions from Anthony to use the money to go to a salon appointment he arranged as it was time again for her wax and her hair needed cutting, all was booked for the next evening, Friday!
The weekend finally came, Bianca slept in until being woken up at 10am, having no idea that her relaxing weekend was going to be the complete opposite. She got ready, wearing the last hanger of clothes left and then waited for Anthony to pick her up. She couldn't look at him, feeling sick at his smirk as he remarked that she looked good as a blonde! They pulled up outside the University, it was closed and she looked confused, he got out and walked through the delivery yard, Bianca following as she was expected. The door was open and they walked through leading to the library. The doors opened and she saw her boss, plus another man. There was a few stage lights, props and backgrounds, Bianca assumed for the grand opening of the new lecture theatre on Monday morning.
Bernard ran to the door, locking it shut as they came in, drawing the blinds then the curtains. Him and Anthony shook hands as Bianca stared wondering what the fuck was going on. Anthony asked if the trunk arrived, Bernard confirming that it was in his office and then Anthony walked towards his office clicking his fingers for Bianca to follow. Bianca was stunned as normally in front of Bernard he played the perfect gent, but he had become his true self. In the office was a rail of clothes, the desk full of make up with a mirror and a few toys on the coffee table.
“ Right, I will leave you with Bernard!” said Anthony as he left “ Yes, right, start with your make up!” ordered Bernard a bit nervous
Bianca sat down, looking at the bright colours and started to apply. Bernard stood with a hanger which had a fishnet dress hanging from it, she stood up and put it on, no bra or knickers she might as well have been naked. Anthony came in saying he needed the key and Bernard left the office running to accommodate. She looked in the mirror, barely recognising herself with her new hair. Bernard came back and said that they were ready and ushered her out
She looked out as she walked, three new guys had joined, she couldn't recognise them at first and then, she realised it was a few of the guys from the video competition under the table. She walked towards them, they cheering and laughing in excitement as they checked her out. Bernard took Bianca to the front desk and asked the lads to stay quiet as the shoot began and they will be called in when needed, they went to the corner still close enough to watch. She sat on her seat and Bernard stood just out of shot as the camera clicked away taking pictures. Bernard asking her to smile and how to pose. Then he called in the guys, asking them to act as students getting a book out, touching her tits and her faking a smile for the camera.
Bernard asked her to stand on the desk, spreading her legs and have the guys looking up, a few clicks later she was instructed to open her pussy, then a few clicks later asked to squat down with her legs spread. She blanked out the reactions and zoned herself into role, surprising both herself and Bernard at what a natural she was. She was then asked to change into her next outfit, she walked to the office, closely followed by Bernard, she climbed out of the dress and Bernard proceeded to smear her body with baby oil and handed over her next outfit, a PVC red bikini. She dressed and met Bernard in the library where he was with the photographer, the students and Anthony all praising Bernard for his excellent work.
She was laid across one of the study tables, clicks ticking in the background which Bianca was becoming immune to. Bernard came over, pulling her bikini to each side revealing her huge boobs, he sucked both of her nipples to get them erect then placed a few books around her and on her stomach. After a few clicks, he sat her up, spreading her legs apart and placed a line of books between turning her legs into bookends.
She done a few more out fit changes and shoots, they had a break whilst the male students came back with pizza for everyone. Bianca made to sit with the group of men as they discussed new ideas for photos, it was already 4pm and Bianca was wondering how much longer this was going to carry on. Bernard took Bianca back to the office, ordering her to re-apply her make up and change into a black dress with a plunging neck line that when to her navel. She had to crawl across the floor in a leash around the legs of the standing male students, Bernard and Anthony whilst the photo's clicked away.
It was now nearly 10pm, she was tired and in desperate need of the toilet, which she found the courage to inform Bernard about. Dressed in stockings, suspenders and a bra from her last shoot he agreed but asked her to wait whilst her went to check if the coast was clear. He came back and nodded, she ran out of the office and was shocked to realise that the photographer, students and Anthony were following Bernard and herself. She felt nervous, as she walked in her underwear down the cold, dark corridors of the grand University building, passing several toilets on the way. Finally reaching the gym, he opened the doors to the male changing room and she ran in desperate to release.
She came out and they were waiting, she was asked to pose on the changing benches and the clicks carried on, she was then asked to climb into a locker and smile as pictures were taken, followed by two students in-front of her grabing her bra and pulling it down. She then was given a university football kit to wear, found in the coaches office, she placed it on her body and then Bernard came with scissors cutting it very short, just covering the her nipples. Her shorts rolled up by the waist and pulled tight up her ass whilst a few more rounds of pictures were taken of her with a ball. The final shoot was obviously in the shower, it was gone past 2am when they finished and finally Anthony drove her home, in the car he spoke about the day.
“ Damn, that Bernard is a kinky fucker!” he said impressed “ Whatever!” said Bianca “ Oh come on, you were a model today, most women would die for that chance” he said “ I wouldn't!” she said “ Oh, you saying you didn't enjoy it?” he asked “ Yes, that is exactly what I am saying!” she said “ Well, you never said, in fact I assumed you were loving it” he said “I mean, you have never said you haven't enjoyed any of it over the last few weeks!” “ Yes I have!” she said in shock “ Erm, no you haven't” he affirmed making Bianca realise she hadn't “ Well, I am saying it now” she asserted “ OK, well how about we agree you finish the shoot tomorrow and you will never see or hear from me again, in fact I will come in now and remove all the cameras” he said
Bianca was shocked and smiled, relieved it was all over, just one more day. She walked upstairs Anthony handing over his key and he went around removing the tiny penny sized camera's hidden in the most obscure places. He turned and said he will pick her up at 10am, returning her clothes. True to his word Anthony came back the following morning, with her clothes and also with a suitcase to pack away her old clothes and toys, almost removing any existence of his presence in her life. She had to wear one last outfit, a crochet white bikini, but Anthony gave her her old overcoat whilst walking her to the door. In the car he held her, almost lovingly and asked for her to make the day really good, fully participate so he can talk Bernard around which would be hard if she upset him. She agreed.
She walked into the office, smiling, almost confident and looking forward to the shoot as it was her path back to normality. The students were not there and neither was the photographer which made her more relaxed, Anthony informing her he would take the pictures to make her feel more comfortable and that there was no card in the camera so act normal, Bianca smiled, the thought she was onside with Anthony was reassuring. She changed into the array of outfits, some more risky then she had wore before, the use of toys and more x-rated positions and acts making her nervous but Anthony giving her that reassured smile. It hit 7pm when Bernard asked for more shots around the University, Bianca not fully comfortable but Anthony giving her that pleading look as if her refusing would blow his ability to convince Bernard later.
She agreed and to add icing to the cake, suggested the catering block for some kitchen shots and even the Dean's office which Bernard loved and agreed. It hit midnight when she came after dildo-ing herself on the Deans desk, all captured on camera, well so Bernard thought. They had a break and Bernard suggested a shoot in the new lecture theatre, yet to be opened to the public until the following day and it could be a good way to secretly have a special opening. Bianca looked at Anthony who stepped in almost defending Bianca by saying it had to be the last shoot as the camera card was low on memory. Bernard was a tad disappointed but agreed.
As it was the final shoot, Bernard pulled out a special outfit, duct tape! She looked at Anthony who shrugged his shoulders and smiled like to say he was a strange man. Bernard cut pieces of tape, to cover her nipples and then used some of the yellow and black construction tape to cover her around the hips like a bizarre skirt. She posed around the theatre, on the seats, over the lectern even blow-jobing the microphone. Bernard then placed a ball gag on her, after a few shots suggested he tied her on the plaque and drew the curtains like they would in the grand opening, her hands cuffed to the rails, she was firmly in place. The curtains closed covering her whole body and opening slowly whilst the camera clicked. Bernard was still not happy and insisted it was done again, looking at her trying to figure out what was wrong. He then got a blindfold and placed it on her eyes, she felt cold ink on her stomach as Bernard wrote “Welcome” on her firm mid-rift. The curtains closed again, Bianca's arms aching and she was tired, it must be about 2am she thought awaiting the curtains to come back.
It was a good 10mins before Bianca realised that something was wrong, she hadn't felt the curtain go back and couldn't hear anyone. She started to call out, her voice muffled by the gag. There was no response, she pulled her hands forward but they were firmly in place. She stayed there thinking that Anthony would be back to rescue her. Anthony and Bernard were in the library packing up:
“ Thank you Bernard, you are a true friend!” said Anthony “ No problem, I can't believe the money grabing whore was blackmailing you!” he said “ I was devastated, if she went to the Police saying I pimped her out I would have lost everything. I am so glad I had you, you saw everything with your own eyes” said Anthony “ Indeed I did!” said Bernard as they walked towards the CCTV room switching the camera back on “Well tomorrow it will all be over!” “ Yes, thank you!” he said as he offered Bernard a lift back
Bianca had fallen asleep, she was awoken by the sounds of moving furniture, her senses confused as she could not see and had to figure out where she was. She stayed still, holding her breath as she felt people brushing past the curtain. They were staff, her colleagues preparing for the grand opening. How was she going to get out? Where was Anthony? What was she going to do? As the hour progressed more and more people entered the lecture theatre, she estimated about 300 people, including the press, but unknown to her Anthony and Bernard. Then, the voices quieten as the Dean and the Mayor of the local town entered, she heard her Dean almost right in front of her making his speech. The Mayor then came on, starting with the line 'I don't like long speeches' which was not what she wanted to hear. Her stomach rumbled, but surprisingly to Bianca her clit was tingling and she was wet.
The Dean asked the Mayor to join him in pulling the curtain cord, her heart in her throat she felt the fabric brush on her naked body and heard a few camera clicks, then a gasp as the audience saw her naked body on the plaque and then a flurry of camera clicks, flashes so bright she could see the shots of light through her blindfold. It was a good 30secs before the Dean pulled the curtain over her body and then apologised to the Mayor and ordered everyone to leave. Anthony and Bernard laughing, but Bernard offering his assistance to the Dean who gave his trusted library manager the responsibility to take care of the Mayor, who seemed to want to stay and look behind the curtain one last time.
Bianca felt Bill the caretaker cut her cuffs off and she rubed her arms, however not wishing to remove her blindfold. A blanket placed over her, including her head as the Dean grabed her arm and another male her left arm, marching her through the crowd that had been added to from the word that spread across the university. The Dean was furious, shouting at Bianca, not knowing who she was stating he will expel her. They finally reached the quietness of his office, the Dean looking at the man who helped him escort her through
“ Erm, thank you.. erm, sorry with all the confusion I didn't get your name!” said the Dean “ Mr Gent!” said Anthony which made Bianca jump “ Well, Mr Gent I will take it from here!” said the Dean “ Of course Sir” he said before whispering to Bianca “I told you I will end it didn't I”
The Dean soon realised he was dealing with a mber of staff, she was dismissed and escorted off the grounds by taxi after she was given some lost property clothes to wear. Bianca locked herself in her apartment, the pictures of her 'Grand Opening' fully circulated around the whole town. Three weeks went past, living off all of her tinned and frozen food she had to venture out and get supplies. She left her apartment, neighbours staring at her, she went to the local supermarket and lined up to pay, but her card rejected she just walked away empty handed and made the journey back. Upon her return her door was open, she ran in and her landlord was there serving her an eviction notice as a locksmith changed the locks, she was now a month behind with the rent.
“ I am sorry Mr Faisal!” She pleaded “ Sorry doesn't pay my bills!” he said heartless “ I just, well I haven't been working and...” she tried to explain “ Well, from what I hear you left the University no option but to dismiss you!” he said “ Oh, you know?!” she said withdrawing “ Who doesn't? It was all over the local papers and everyone knows!” he explained “ Right!” she said “ Well, hurry up grab what you can, I have things to do!” he shouted “ But, I have no way of carrying all of this and I have no where to go!” she pleaded “ Not my problem” as he started to place her possessions in black bags and throwing them out
She grabed a rucksack and packed some clothes, she walked out looking at her possessions piling up by the bin but just walked as crowds started to stare at the whole dramatic performance. She walked and walked for hours, then as she sat in the park her phone rang, she answered.
“ Hi Bianca” said Anthony “ What the fuck do you want!” she screamed “ Hey hey hey, come on. Where you staying tonight?” he asked calmly “ None of your business!” she said “ OK, well I have an empty apartment you can have if you want!” he offered “ I don't have money to rent an apartment!” she said “ Well, it's free! Until you find something!” he offered
She thought about it, it was dark and cold, she accepted and a taxi came to pick her up from the park gates finally arriving at the posh apartment block. She was greeted by Anthony who took her upstairs, where the apartment overlooked the Thames.
“ You like?” he said “ It is amazing!” she said “ It is yours” he said “ Mine?” she asked “ Yes, here this is yours too!” he said handing her a cheque for ?10,000 “ What is this for?” she asked confused “ Your photo-shoot” he said “it is the profits from your site” “ I don't understand” she said “ Your site, mbers pay ?20 a month to have access, obviously I have taken my cut, 50% but that is yours.... for this month!” he explained “ I made ?10,000 in one month!” she screamed in disbelief “ Yes, for two days work!” he said “ I can't believe it!” she said “ Well, I have enough content for another month so we will need to discuss more content” he said “ More photo-shoots?” she asked “ Yes, if you want to that is, if not then the ?10,000 and 50% of next month is yours and you can move out, get another job and move on!” he said “ Who is going to employ me?” she said realising that everyone knew “ Well think about it, I've stocked the fridge and all of your possessions from the flat are in the spare room!” he said as he left
She went to log on to see her site, a few of her library shoots loaded up, including ones from the time Anthony said the camera was empty - he lied! The 3 students were not identifiable as all of the pictures of them had their backs. The pictures were high quality and she looked amazing, almost turned on herself. She read the comments, some very complimentary and she felt really good reading them. She logged off and went to unpack her possessions, smiling that Anthony rescued it all for her. She had a bath and then went to sleep.
A few weeks had past, Anthony calling occasionally to see if she needed anything. She went shopping with her money, dyed her hair as he roots were showing and even taking a holiday to Italy to see the museums. She was getting used to the life or having money and not working. Upon arriving back from Italy she called Anthony for lunch, he had no idea she had been away which made her feel weird as he used to know her every move. She was really confident, started to dress more lady-like, showing cleavage and leg, but not over slutty.
They had lunch, a posh restaurant that Bianca felt comfortable with. She discussed her site, wanting regular updates on new mbers, financial information, advertising, Anthony was very forthcoming, offering her admin access so she could get this first hand. They returned back to her apartment and they logged in to see the statistics first hand, she was shocked to see a slump in the last week, Anthony explaining no new content had been uploaded. Shockingly she asked for a photo-shoot to be arranged and also a suggestion page so she could see what her fans wanted, Anthony got to work whilst she watched television.
Anthony arranged the shoot for the next day, Bianca asking for him to supply outfits as she didn't possess any. The next day, Bianca arrived at a hotel where the shoot was taking place, she was into it a lot more, almost pushing herself to give her fans more shots. They were uploaded that evening whilst Bianca read the suggestions asking for regular webcams and some videos. The photoshoots were met with disappointment from the mbers, the fans feeling it didn't possess the essence of her previous shoots
That night, Bianca cooked dinner as they discussed what to do to improve the site. Anthony said that Bernard was the idea's guy for the pictures and his other girls weren't as successful as Bianca was and it was his idea to expose her at the lecture. Bianca looked shocked, wanting to know about his other girls. Anthony was open, showing Bianca the other sites of 8 others, one being the massage girl from the hotel, Anthony explaining what they all did before he 'discovered' them which included teachers; social workers and even a doctor. Bianca looked at him, thinking he must be making a good ?50k a month at least.
Bianca asked if Bernard was still in contact, Anthony said No. She asked her to call him and arrange a meet, agreeing with Anthony he will get 10%. Bernard came around the next day, a little apprehensive and confused but glad to see Bianca again. Bernard was explained the proposition and shown the site, Bernard realising that he too could make money and retire early, agreed but on an equal share of 33%, which surprised both Bianca and Anthony, however they agreed and then Bernard added he wanted regular sex with Bianca, she reluctantly agreed.
Bernard became pivotal to Bianca's success, planning shoots just like her fans wanted, not in bog standard hotel room shoots, but more humiliating, degrading shoots in public places like burger bars; betting shops; public toilets and building sites. Her site changed to BustyBianca and was making an average of ?20,000 a month each for the three of them. The video shoots also possessed the Bernard touch, but Bernard insisting she used men she picked up from chatrooms to give it an authentic taste. Bernard also helped Anthony with his other girls, making his financial gain 10times what Bianca was earning.
It appeared that despite what happened, all were happy, well nearly all.... there was of course Tiffany, who was Anthony and Bernard's new victim, where Bernard was a rich art collector and Anthony his handsome single son!! .... but she would soon find happiness! The end....
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