From Dating Site 2 Casting Couch

“Aba Investigations: The Casting Couch Shenanigans”

Aba Investigations is a shady P.I. agency run by the equally shady-looking Aba Dukey, a man with a questionable background and an even more questionable love for poorly-made porn. His office is dimly lit, cluttered with empty pizza boxes,Miller Lite cans, and stacks of porn DVDs that have most definitely seen better days. The only thing that seems to get Aba’s cock twitching nowadays is the potential of infiltrating his latest obsession – a shady dating site called Dating Site 2.

So, Aba comes up with a brilliant plan: He’s going to rig the agency’s telephone line to record the would-be P.I.s who fall for his misleading ads promising “very well paying private investigation jobs”. His ulterior motive, of course, has everything to do with trying to snatch some amateur sluts who might be convinced to sign up for a “career” in adult entertainment.

Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, let’s roll the tape on Aba Investigations’ Backroom Casting Couch extravaganza shall we?

The screen fades in on Aba hunched over his desk, his eyes laser-focused on his computer screen where he is in the process of posting another one of his “job opening” ads on Dating Site 2. With a satisfied grunt, he leans back in his chair and lights a cigarette, waiting for the “applicants” to start pouring in.

Not long after, the intercom on his desk buzzes and Aba flicks his eyes over to the video screen that displays an image of a perky blonde staring up at the camera with a confident smile, her teeth whiter than a drug lord’s coke stash.

“Hey, are you Aba?” the pretty young thing asks, her voice bubbly and eager. “I’m Hannah, here about the P.I. job. Can you let me in?”

Aba can barely contain the grin spreading across his grizzled face as he reaches over and presses the button to unlock the door. The video screen flickers as a few seconds pass by, and just when you’re about to worry that maybe Aba wasn’t selling the “genuine” job description he proclaimed on his ad, Hannah bursts through the door with a suddenness that is equal parts exciting and terrifying.

She’s got a tight white tank top stretched over her heaving breasts, a short red checkered skirt so short you’re almost certain it’s illegal in at least thirteen states, fishnet stockings, and a pair of fuck-me pumps that could make a priest crack. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a high ponytail, and her blue eyes are wide with nervous excitement as she takes a tentative step into Aba’s office.

“Hey there, sugar,” Aba drawls, barely taking his eyes off her tits as he leans back in his chair and kicks his legs up on the desk. “You need to be looking for a ‘dat job?”