Backroom Casting Couch Michelle Novels & Stories

“Tell Beth I’ll start picking out outfits now. We’re gonna make the algorithm our bitch.” I snorted. “Pretty sure Rachel already beat us to it.” Adam groaned. “Don’t remind me.” And just like that, the moment passed. But the sting lingered. I left Adam with his delusions of influencer grandeur and made my way up front. Michelle was already on the phone, headset in place, nails tapping rapid-fire against her keyboard as she spoke to someone booking a Pap smear. She waved when she saw me and held up a “one sec” finger.

She went to the couch that was there, and she looked at Michelle. “You can get off the table when you are ready and come over here,” Megan said softly, and Michelle took a few minutes to respond to the statement. She then got up and looked at Megan sitting there on the couch with a huge strap-on cock on and nothing else. Michelle moved off the table, and then she went to get on Megan’s lap. “No, honey. First, we do this.”

He was not ready for whatever gimmicks were being screened in front of him. The door pushed open, and the clicking sound of stilettos could be heard. Michelle walked in with Rush behind her. Though having a stern expression, she was still stunning in her dark grey trouser suit. A diamond brooch that was designed like a stiletto, pinned against her chest, and her hair was held in a bun. Her makeup was simple, and she looked different from how she appeared on the red carpet. She whispered something to Coco, making her release a sigh before she turned to Ezrah with a straight look. “I will answer your question. Please come with me.”

"Is Fia around?" Michelle narrowed her eyes at me to get a hint for what to say. I frantically shook my head. "Nope!" Chris yelled out in the background before Michelle could speak. Michelle stuck a tongue out at him as she flopped down on the bed, sitting with her legs crossed. "No," Michelle agreed. "She's out." "Out?" Wes asked. "Yup," Michelle nodded her head firmly, though he couldn't see her. "She... went to Michael's."

Tessa remarked as she sipped on a cup of hot chocolate. They were both seated in the living room on some couches. It was a Saturday and Tessa just wanted to be lazy, doing nothing. Seeing that Tessa wasn’t willing to get up, a flash of panic flitted through Michelle’s eyes but it was gone the next second. She got to her feet and approached Tessa, pulling at her hand. “Let’s go, please! I know you love Country music. You hardly have time to have fun. Take this opportunity to enjoy yourself.”

I try to grab another beer, but as I'm trying to fill the space underneath my arms, the towel drops to the floor. Shit. Michelle audibly gasps in this dramatic way a lady would in a movie. She even says, "Oh-my-god, it's bigger than I remember!" She is so earnest. I lose my shit while I squat on the floor. I grab the towel, but Michelle still isn't looking away. I bite back a smirk, trying not to keep laughing. "A bit of privacy would be nice." "Oh!" Michelle abruptly stares into her bowl. "I'm sorry, but first cock, and then ass... And what am I saying?!"

Michelle says drolly. I snort into my coffee. "Come on, Chelle, you are always being wined and dined." Michelle is twenty-five and drop-dead gorgeous. It also helps that she comes from minor aristocracy so spends her weekends with people called Alistair and Kiki. She never has a shortage of gorgeous, available, well-bred men whisking her off to the opera in Covent Garden or taking her away for minibreaks in the Cotswolds.

“She times her knots. You’ve got about twenty-three minutes left.” Jonas blinked. “What is she, a chef?” Arlo shrugged. “Director Marrowen values structure.” “You know they’re going to ruin that couch.” “That’s the decoy couch. It gets replaced every quarter.” Back inside, Mia had her head resting sideways on Lavielle’s shoulder. Her glasses sat crooked, one lens steamed. Lavielle fixed them with a gentle nudge of her knuckle. “You’re flushed. Want me to cool you down?”

It wasn’t the time to fall apart. Two moving trucks were already parked along the curb. Workers carried in boxes, furniture, rolled-up carpets. My assistant, Dana, was waiting on the porch, clipboard in hand, phone wedged between her shoulder and ear. “Yep, the office furniture goes upstairs. Living room layout was emailed yesterday...check your inbox!” she barked, then saw me and waved. “Hey! We’re making great progress. Want a quick walkthrough?” “In a bit,” I said, my voice a little hoarse. “Let me get Nathan settled first.”

I sank onto the floor, buried my face into my lap, and cried. ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ ✽ I grabbed my backpack from the chair and headed downstairs. Halfway down, I stopped when voices reached my ears. “Jace honey, I think you should rest” I heard Michelle say. I perked up. Jace was back. I hurried down. “Don't worry Michelle, I'll drive him wherever he wants to go” Montana said.