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"You sonofabitch, I'm not paying you a damn dime. I'm gonna sue your ass."
"So, you are denying this is your signature on this document?"
"Well... no." Her confidence was crumbling again. He knew he had her.
"Then it's game over, Ms. Black. You're either in and you play by my rules and become a big star and make a lot of money, or you walk out, get fined and have trouble booking Viagra commercials. It's your call."
Her reply was barely a whisper. "This is blackmail."
"No. It's business.” Randy resisted the urge to soften his message, knowing she needed to hear the hard truth. “You work in the porn industry. Maybe this kind of contract wouldn't fly in corporate America, but here in the porn capital of the world, this is business as usual. Take it or leave it. There are thousands of young women flocking here each year with dreams of becoming a star. I don't need to waste my time on people who aren't willing to do what it takes to be the best."
She shuffled her feet, rocking unconsciously as she weighed her choices. She glanced at Robert to see if he would be of any help and snorted a frantic laugh when she realized he was as surprised by the turn of events as she was.
The silence stretched out awkwardly as Randy gave her time to contemplate her next move. He knew the longer she took, the better the chance she would be staying. He really did want her to stay, and not only because his cock was straining against his zipper at the thought of her upcoming training session.
Kayla finally sank down into the chair, falling hard as if she'd let her legs collapse under her in defeat. "So, if I stay, what exactly is this talk of discipline all about?"
"I'm glad you asked. You are a very beautiful woman, Kayla. I think you can be one of the top talents in the industry within the year. I'm happy you're considering staying and letting me groom you."
His compliments softened her. He went in for the kill. "In my experience, the only real discipline is physical in nature. Therefore, you will first be punished for the broken rules and then we'll get started with our first training session."
Her eyes were wide, her mouth open in stunned silence. Randy decided they'd talked enough. He stood, crossing to her chair, and held out his hand. "Take my hand, Kayla. Let's get started."
Chapter 4
Randy
She moved on autopilot, taking his hand and letting herself be dragged to her feet. He could feel her trembling, and her palm was sweaty in his hand. He towered a full foot above her, adding to the feeling of his authority over her. They stood, hands linked as he gently swished a stray hair from her face. The gentleness seemed to calm her. Once again, Randy recognized how attractive she was. The vulnerability in her eyes drew him in further and the sadist at his core was thinking the only thing that could make her more beautiful was to see her bare ass red and her face streaked with hot tears.
For the first time that day, he found himself wishing Kayla Black wasn’t just business. How much fun could they have if she was his submissive and that they were at Black Light right now, ready to start a fun, sexy scene?
He pushed down the sliver of guilt he felt when he realized the club would never condone the plan he had for Kayla today considering he knew without the shadow of a doubt he would be skirting a few of the safe, sane, and consensual rules of a true BDSM lifestyle in leu of his more direct dominance approach.
"First things first. Strip."
"Excuse me?" Her voice squeaked in surprise.
"Oh, come now. You're a porn star. You aren't going to get shy on us now."
"I'm not shy. I just don't understand..."
"My rules. My discretion. Punishments will always be delivered while naked."
"Jerk."
"I think you mean, sir. From now on, during all training sessions, you will refer to me as sir. Failure to remember will only add additional consequences."
"You're serious?"
"Always. Now. Any further delay will result in stronger punishments."
Kayla slowly lifted the snug V-neck T-shirt off first, exposing the curve of her generous cleavage camouflaged by her thin sports bra. Randy took the protruding nipples poking through the bra as a sign of her growing excitement. Her hands moved to her pants, sliding them down and off, but leaving on her matching bikini underwear. The only other clothes remaining were her ankle socks.
Instead of asking her to continue, he reached out and lifted the bra up and off her body, springing her heavy breasts free and on display. Only now did Randy wish he'd bought a pair of nipple clamps at the store. He made an internal pledge to stock up on all of the tools of his new trade as soon as he could.
"Robert, I'll have a punishment bench installed in our new office, but for today, I'm going to need your help. Take a seat behind the desk." His cousin looked like he was about to refuse any request to help, but he clearly liked any idea that had him returning to his desk. He went without complaint while Randy went to grab a throw pillow from the nearby couch.
After placing the square pillow at the edge of the desk, he maneuvered a shell-shocked Kayla so she was only inches away. He silently pushed her to bend over the desk. As it became clear what he was up to, she balked and tried to pull away, but he anticipated her move and forced her to sprawl across the hard surface, her ass in the air courtesy of the pillow under her hips.
