Backroom Casting Couch Michelle Novels & Stories

All of this is just a stupid promise that my fucking father had made to Michelle's Dad. At 11pm that night, Michelle came into the room we would share together. I already stationed myself on the couch, leaving the King-sized bed to her. "What is this behavior you're putting up, Scott??" she screamed as she stopped by the couch, still dressed up in her red gown from the reception party. "You have no idea how immature you're behaving!" I sat up on the couch and glared at her. She stepped back and I felt good knowing the effect I have on her.

I said, nodding, matter of fact. This is gonna be good. Really good. Michelle was a sweet woman but had been a total pushover with Roman, easily fooled. However she’s gotten quite a backbone these past few months. She’d kept her engagement ring and sold it for a hot convertible Porsche. There was a still a chunk of change left and she’d donated it to a woman’s homeless shelter in my dad’s name. Closing my eyes I squeezed the soft covers of the bed that weren’t in such great shape now. My mind flashed to some of the incredible memories on this bed already. The bed I shared with the loves of my life, the--

Jessica said with a small smile. Mrs. Michelson glided past the threshold as she looked around. “You have a very spacious loft, my dear. How many bedrooms?” “Three,” she answered as she closed the door. Jessica looked down at her paint splattered smock. Normally, she wouldn’t feel embarrassed to be seen in her work clothes, but Claire Michelson had a way of making every woman feel under dressed when she walked in a room. Her long white and black hair was in curls down her back. She wore a white fur hat and a white fur coat. She had on navy blue slacks and black designer snow boots.