Save Me - Day 1 Part 1A The Phone Call My name is George, I am of Chinese origin, 38 years old, 5'6" tall with greying black hair which make me look older than I am. I work and live in southwest London and have an uninspiring call centre job in local government. One Friday morning my life changed forever. My step cousin, Amy, called me for help. She lives across London on the east side. She says that her dad, my step uncle had left her a business and she desperately needed my help. She asked if we could meet up. She sounded distressed and repeatedly begged me for help but would not say more on the phone. Just a month ago we had bumped into each other at a family gathering. She was leaving on a photographic assignment and I was arriving. I had always liked Amy, she was 25 years old, about 5'3", slim and curvy half oriental half Welsh, on her mother's side, and was very attractive. She had got all the benefits of her mixed genes, especially her eyes and cheekbones with soft full lips. She had also inherited the curvy figure from her mun, which was the envy of most oriental girls. She had a fun and out going personality. We drifted apart in the last few years as she went to Art College and developed her talent as a photographer. I told her I would be round to see her after work. I travelled across town by tube. As I got nearer the address, I note the location was less than desirable as it was on one of the darker side streets. The shop window said 'Professional photography and modelling agency'. I later found out there were a few models on the books but Amy had not kept in contact with them. She had not really focus on that side after her dad had died and enquiries just died out. Amy was a fine photographer and for the jobs she got, she was doing ok. Almost as soon as I walked into the shop, she rushed in to hug me with a cry of emotion and I could feel the tension inside her. Oh George, it's terrible. I just had my biggest contract and 3 weddings cancel on me and I will not be able to pay the bills!" Her warm body felt good pressing into mine. Looking down at her I noticed her blouse was only half done up leaving me a view of her heaving breasts. When she lifted her head from my chest, her almond tear filled eyes looked up at me through her long eyelashes. "You are my only hope. The family never really accepted me after my dad married a non-Chinese. I have no one else to turn to." I held her for a moment and rubbed her back making soothing noises. I was wondering why she was extremely distressed but decided this was not the time to ask. She would tell me in time. I did not really have any money myself. A recent divorce had me cleaned out and living on state benefits and in a rent controlled flat. There was no incentive to earn more money, as the ex-wife would only ask for more. I could hear myself say, "Don't worry, I'm here now. It will be ok." After a few more quivering minutes, she gathered her strength and we sat down to talk over a glass of wine. Amy had already drunk half of it before I arrived. It was bad. With the recent cancellations, there would be no more income and it was final notices on the utilities and the mortgage payments were late. I felt she was hiding something else as she stared into the red liquid in her glass in her hand. "Amy, this is bad" I sighed. Sitting back and taking a good look at her. "What can I do? The shop comes with a studio above, which I live in. If I loose the shop, I loose my home." "I need to see everything, Take me on a tour. " I said as I finished the last of the wine in my glass. The ground floor had two halves. The front was had stands of frames and some advertising materials with a shop counter and till to one side. Through a doorway, the back room held the printing facilities, a wooden staircase and a small kitchen /office. It had previously been the dark room before digital photography. Leading up the steep flight of stairs, Amy's skirt covered ass was floating only a few inches in front of me. As she climbed higher, I was able to see her long legs and a hint of what I thought was her pussy. It certainly made me stir. My little head started to fire off my dormant hormones, what was this glimpse signalling to me? I was never good at reading these signals and had clumsy encounters since the divorce, which never went anywhere. I pushed it to the back of my head. Part 1B The Studio The upstairs consisted of one large open planned room. On the right of the stairs is a door leading to a small and functional bathroom. Outside of the bathroom there was a 5-foot high fabric covered folding panel screen to section off an area for models to change. In front of the stairs was a very comfortable looking four-poster bed with generous pillows, duvet and frilly-layered canopy? On the left side was a more traditional sofa scene with different backdrops. On every table surface was the normal items you would expect in a studio, cameras, lenses, lighting equipment and reflectors of different types. There was also a mini technology area with a Mac and some green screen backdrops. "And you sleep here?" I looked at Amy, who nodded with a smile. "Sometimes I fantasise I am in a photo shoot whilst I play on the bed." She said and then went bright red. "Plus I cannot afford anywhere else." She blurted out quickly. I reflected on her comment for a while and she turned away from me to walk behind the changing panels. I note that there was a makeup desk behind the panel, which has a mirror, and surround light which allowed me to see a shadow show of Amy as she changed. I felt compelled to watch and yet guilty at the same time. From behind the screen Amy continued the conversation, "I am at my wits end, I don't know what to do. Can you help?" As she said this, I caught the rich pink of her extended nipple through the gaps in the fold created by the hinge. It was so vivid in contrast to the black silhouette. A few seconds later, she walked round the panel in a loose fitting top with a pair of loose jogging shorts looking like a teenager again. Oblivious to her sexy display she had given me. My other head came back to life just thinking that she was giving those signals again. Part 1C The Bombshell I summarised in an exasperated tone "You are in debt, you have a poor location, and you have no orders and no business modelling contracts." "Plus the council and bank want more money. If I loose the shop, I have nowhere to stay." Amy added. Standing there looking desperate as she twisted the hem of her top showing a really toned belly that was really distracting. "Is this all? Now is the time to tell me everything." I stared at Amy. "She burst out crying, "I have been so foolish" she said through tears, "I was so desperate and took out a loan with a loan shark, Mr Ahmed. If I don't pay him, I think he will beat me or worse." Her voice trailing off towards the end. This was a shocker and I stumbled towards the bed to sit down. "How much, I croaked?" It was as if someone had knocked the wind out of me. "I borrowed £300 and he wants £1500 by Monday. I had to do it, as the digital camera I am using needed a new lens. As it turned out, the job I was relying on has been cancelled." She trembled as she came up to me and took my hand and sat next to me on the bed. I could feel her body trembling. "I m desperate, if I don't pay he said he will make me. I think he will rape me or make me one of his whores." her voice faded into silence. "Amy, Monday is 3 days away. You only get £300 for your best wedding job. How were you going to raise £1500?" I asked in a soft whisper. Part 1D The Proposition Amy turned a shade of red and said "This man said he wanted me to photo some girls for his new line of clothes and I could earn extra money doing some Modelling. He promised a big contract" She paused and then carried on. "Mr Patel was so nice and charming. About 2 weeks ago I had done a big group and individual family photo shoot with his extended family which was my biggest contract so far. and then a week ago he popped into the shop to talk about doing some more work for him. He complimented me on my work and commented that I was beautiful enough to be a model myself. He said he was in the fashion business and thought he could put business my way." That day he took Amy to his factory, which was in an industrial park, and she saw he made women's underwear. He picked two of the factory girls to model them in his office. The girls were very young and did not really show them off with confidence. The underwear was very conservative and functional. He said he was working on some new sexier lines and he needed good photos and sexier models to really show them off to his customer. but before he could show her anything more, his wife called and they had to leave as he had a family emergency. He was very agitated and muttered his apologies. He dropped Amy on the far end of the high street, as he said his wife would not understand if he was seen with a beautiful woman . Part 1E The loan Shark As Amy was walking back to the shop, three youths had surrounded her and grabbed her photography bag. She was only saved when a local shopkeeper came out and shouted for them to clear off. As they ran off laughing, the bag had dropped and the lens had cracked. Amy was desperate for a new lens. The bank had refused her an extension on her mortgage as she was already in arrears. A pawnbroker had suggested Mr Ahmad a known loan shark if she was really that desperate. She had found Mr Ahmad at the back of a Turkish coffee shop. It was full of old middle eastern men. It was the most intimidating place for a woman. She could see every man's eyes undressing her as she asked at the front counter for Mr Ahmad. "Far table at the back. He is the one with the beard." Said the old man at the counter leering at Amy. Amy had felt that her powder blue cotton dress was not a good choice as it was figure hugging and mid thigh in length. She had walked through the shop and could hear the loud crude comments by the old men about what they would like to do with her and how talented Oriental women were at sex. She turned to one crude man and just said "careful, I'm not sure your heart can handle me." this broke the tension and a roar of laughter rippled around the room. One old man said, " "She is a walking advert for Viagra." Which created more laughter as his friends teased him about not being able to get it up. Amy was blushing all the way to the back but at least it was more friendly. At the back sat Mr Ahmad on his own table. He was the only man not to be looking at her at that moment. He lifted a finger to gesture she was to wait until he had finished. He was in the middle of counting a large stack of notes and did not look up. Amy took this chance to observe him. He was around 50 to 60 years old but he exhibited respect and power. He was muscular but had some Fat around his waist probably due to good living. He was hairy. His hair, eyebrows, beard were all grey and long. It looked like he did not know what a razor was for. Amy was also strut by the amount of gold he was wearing. Almost every finger had a ring and on his wrist hung a thick bracelet made of real gold. Even under all that hair, she could see he had a very well cut and expensive suit. Once he finished counting, he rolled the notes into bundles and put them into a briefcase. It was then he looked up and his bushy eyebrows raised involuntarily at this beautiful woman in front of him. She stated her name and business and he directed her to a seat opposite from him. "So you want £300. What do I get in return?" he said. In a All business tone. Amy was nervous and talked about her opportunity and why she needed the money. Mr Ahmad could feel her urgency and desperation. Years of being in this business made it easy to manipulate young lambs like this into his flock. She was so pleasing on the eyes that he allowed her to take up more of his time than usual. £300 was a trivial sum for him, but if it could be used to snag this exotic woman into his services, now that would be something pleasurable. He noted that he had not had sex with a Chinese woman for a long time. "yes, I can lend you the money. I will want £1500 by noon next Monday." He had even started to count out six £50 notes on the table and wrote out a contract which she signed immediately in relief. Part 1F Mr Ahmad Visits That was last Monday. Amy then spoke of what drove her over the edge and made her call me for help. She turned to the security monitor at the side of the room which recorded video of the downstairs shop area it was quite new and recorded in high quality digital video. It was one of the last things her dad installed before he died. It did not have sound, but Amy gave me the narrative. She pressed a few key strokes on the control board and the screen showed Mr Ahmad had been into the shop today, he had started off pleasant enough, then when he was sure nobody else was in the shop, he asked her for the money and when Amy said it may take longer, he had licked his lips like a predator and told her if she did not pay up in full on Monday, she would have to pay double every day or she could service her debt on her back. He wanted her to give him her bra and panties as punishment for suggesting that her payment may be late. She had stood there stunned at first, but when he took a menacing step closer towards her, she drew her hands quickly to her blouse and unbutton it. he saw she was not wearing a bra and her creamy pert breasts hanging there exposed. He asked her to present them to him and squeezed them for him. The mini show was fully captured on camera for all to see. He had taken a step back to get a better view. He grinned like a boy in a sweet shop. He gestured with his index finger to the hem of her skirt and waved it up. Amy quickly lifted the hem of her skirt to her waist height exposing her panties. She could not believe he was making her do these nasty things. However, he told her to rub her fingers around her pussy lips and Amy could not believe how wet she was becoming. Her pink panties started to moisten and darken with her juices. It could clearly be seen by the cameras in the shop. He told her to push as much of it into her slit as she could to form a camel toe and continue rubbing it. After a full minute he told her to take the panties down and continue to play with herself to orgasm. He just stared at her fingering her own pussy in her own shop in mid afternoon. Amy was too afraid to stop. She closed her eyes leaning back on a table with her legs now obscenely wide and her panty around one foot. Her hips were thrust forward and in the high definition video, I could see her natural black curls over her pussy. She was very wet and so close. Just a bit more friction on her clit. This was going to be a big powerful orgasm. "Miss, you are liking it. Maybe you want to be late to get laid!" He had laughed in his broken English. "Maybe you want give early payment now?" he said as he grabbed his stiff cock through his pants. However you could not see this as the angle of the camera was behind him. It was his crude words which shocked her out of her trance. Dam, her orgasm evaporated and was replaced by terror. In a frustrated panic, Amy pulled off her panties and threw them at him. "Take them, now get out." He grabbed them and slowly sniffed the moist material. Before he coolly left with a smearing laugh. "nice. Now shave yourself before we meet again or I will fine you some more!" I was stunned. From the video, it looked like Amy was the one giving her customer a show. This man was very clever and we would have to deal with him carefully. Whilst she was telling the story, I had moved over to Amy and just held her hands. There was a long pause as we sat there. "Can you save me? I'll do anything. You are my only hope." The desperation in her voice was a from a broken woman. Part 1G Joining Forces "I will want part of the business if I am to help." I said. It took her a long second to understand what I had said. "So you will help me?" good "Oh my god, you have save me I will do anything you say anything." She grinned and flung her arms over me and I fell back on the bed. She continued her thanks with kisses to my cheeks and nose and then our lips met. We were sucking, nibbling her lower lips and exploring each other's tongue and mouth. I encircled her body with my arms and as she wriggled on top of me, my hands drifted around to her fine breasts under her loose top. My raging erection was pressed hard against her pelvis and as we grind our bodies together, she straddled my hip. She seemed to continue her grinding and pushed her chests into my palms. "Oh my god I am so horny, the things he made me do. They were so nasty and yet it felt so good." She reached over and ripped my shirt off me. The buttons flying everywhere! I unbuckled my pants and with difficulty shrugged them down over my cock. "She grabbed it by the base of my already hard shaft and still on top, mounted her self. Giving a deep satisfactory moan of "Yes! So Good!" and "Emmm" as if she was responding to eating great chocolate (ladies you know what I mean). There was some urgency to the sex and her pussy was very tight as she bounced on my cock on the four-poster bed, I noticed some straps dangling from the canopy which she had grabbed to help steady herself and improve her rhythm. "Kinky, this bed is full of surprises." I gasped in approval. I reached up and locked my hands around her breasts and squeezed her nipples. She just rode me like a deamon and then with a loud groan, she ground down hard on me and stiffen her in a deep moan which came from deep inside her for a few seconds building to a crescendo. She let go of the straps and flopped over on top of me giggling like a naughty girl and continued to squeeze my still hard member inside of her. I was so close to exploding when she stopped. She whispered very sexily in that post-orgasmic haze in my ear, "Wow that was the strongest I have ever had." she paused and then started to realise "You're still hard! Let me take care of that." I could feel her pussy tighten around me. She reached over and shoved some pillows behind my head. There was more naughty giggling as we both moved around to make this happen We were still joined at the hip and a few times her breasts slapped me in the face. . She then grabbed a handrail above my head which raised her supple body about a foot above my head so that as I looked down her body to where we were still joined, her breasts dangled down at the same levels as my lips. She had moved to a kneeling position and so I was able to thrust up into her which made her bounce up feeding more breast meat into my awaiting mouth. I explored her body with my hands and when I got to her pussy and noticed it was shaven. When I questioned her later, she said she was so scared after Mr Ahmad left, that she went up and shaved it immediately. I used one hand to rub her nub as I piston my solid dick deep into her. I could not last any longer and blasted cum deep inside her. It threw her over the edge too and she had her second orgasm of the night. In our post orgasmic cuddling, Amy turned to me and said, I'll do anything! Save me from that man." To be continued.
