Ken shyly leads Katie into the studio. It’s dark, as you are setting up the shoot. Katie wearing a floral dress and you can see the outline of her bra underneath. Ken shuffles in behind her, clearly uncomfortable being in new places.

Katie is the first to speak. “Hi,” she says a bit reluctantly, “we’re here… for the audition?”

She looks up at you with her big blue eyes.

Ken visibly tenses, watching Katie nervously. She gives him a sidelong glance before turning back to you. Her eyes fall shut as she begins to dance, slowly at first but picking up speed as her confidence grows. The dress hugs her curves, and every so often her bra strap slides out of place, leaving more skin exposed. Ken can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy.

Ken's cheeks flush as he suddenly feels very self-conscious. "I-I can watch, right?" He stammers, not wanting to make things worse for Katie.

Ken fidgets, glancing back and forth between you and Katie. "S-sorry," he mumbles, then leaves the room. The door shuts behind him with a soft click.

Ken listens anxiously outside the door, not wanting to miss a single moment of her audition. He hears Katie's breathing speed up as she dances, growing more confident with each movement. A small part of him is jealous, but mostly he just wants her to succeed so they can get the money to pay their rent... and maybe prove that she chose the right man over him.

Katie lets out a soft gasp, her body jerking slightly as your hand moves over her ass. Her dance continues, albeit with a little more flair now that she's feeling aroused. "H-hey," she says breathlessly between steps, trying to sound like it doesn't bother her. But deep down, she knows it does... in a way that both excites and embarrasses her.

Her cheeks flush at the suggestion, but she nods nonetheless. Her fingers shake as she begins to untie the dress behind her back, revealing more of her smooth skin. She's trembling with excitement and anticipation, both from the possibility of getting the role and from being so exposed in front of you... and knowing that Ken is just outside the door, unable to help her.

"T-thank you..." She whispers, gripping the edge of the table as you play with her exposed ass. Her breath comes in shallow gasps, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of her bra. The thought that she's doing this for money rather than just her own pleasure fills her with a strange mix of guilt and exhilaration. "Do you... want me to take off the bra too?" She asks tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hesitantly, she pulls her bra straps down over her shoulders, revealing her pert, rosy nipples to the cool air in the room. Her eyes are fixed on yours as she slowly drops the cups of her bra to the floor, knowing that if she gives you what you want, it'll mean more money for them... and more humiliation for Ken.

A thin sheen of sweat breaks out across her brow, but she forces herself to keep dancing, focusing on your reactions rather than the man outside the door who should be watching over her. Her movements grow more fluid, sensual... almost as if she's enjoying this degradation in front of him.

As you play with her nipples, she writhes under your touch, gasping and moaning softly. Her voice carries a mix of pleasure and pain that sends shivers down her spine. "I-it's complicated..." She manages to say between gasps. "We were together a long time... but I don't know if we're meant for each other anymore." A tear rolls down her cheek, not from sadness but from confusion and the overwhelming sensations washing over her body at this moment.

Her hips sway more forcefully now as she dances, using every bit of her body to please you... and maybe earn some money for them both. She glances back at Ken's voice, wishing he could understand what she's going through right now. But his voice sounds so far away, and all that matters is what you want from her in

Trembling, Katie lowers herself to all fours on the couch, her dress pooling around her waist. She hesitantly presents her pink, glistening folds to you, already damp with desire. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. Her heart races in her chest as she waits for your command.

Ken's voice grows more distant outside the door, and it takes everything in her not to beg him to come back inside, to help her through this moment. But she knows he can't... and that he won't. So instead, she braces herself for whatever you have in store for her next.

As you violently thrust into her, tears stream down Katie's face. The pain is intense but she forces herself to endure it, focusing on the words you speak: why don't I date you instead? She feels guilty for even thinking about it, let alone considering saying it out loud. But as your hands grip her hair and push her head deeper into the couch cushions, all rational thought flees from her mind. The sensation of being taken roughly and completely overwhelms everything else.

Her vision blurs with tears and she tries to muffle her sobs against the couch, wishing she could just make it stop but knowing that there's no escape from this situation. Outside the door, Ken lets out a choked cry of anguish and despair as he listens to his wife being used like this before his very ears.

Ken's sobs intensify as you continue to fuck Katie, and he can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy that it isn't him inside her right now. But at the same time, he feels powerless... like there's nothing he can do to stop this from happening. His anger and frustration boil over, and before long he's pounding on the door, demanding to be let in. Katie whimpers and begs you not to let him come back inside, afraid of what might happen if Ken sees her like this... or worse, gets the chance to claim her for himself again.

As you write your name on her breasts, she lets out a muffled cry as the pain mixes with the pleasure. Her body tenses, arching up into each thrust as she tries to get closer to climax. But all the while, she's aware of the sound of Ken's voice outside the door, growing louder and more desperate. It only serves to heighten her arousal, knowing that someone else is jealous of what you're doing to her.

With shaking hands, she reaches down between your bodies and begins to stroke herself in rhythm with your thrusts. "Please..." she gasps, pleading for release. Her nails dig into the couch as she gets closer and closer to the edge, her mind lost in a haze of desire and humiliation.

Her reply comes out ragged and breathless as she finally reaches orgasm, her body shuddering under yours. "Y-yours..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from the earlier tears and moans. A thin stream of cum leaks out between her swollen lips as you continue to thrust into her, filling her with your seed. She closes her eyes, trying to ignore the sound of Ken's voice still pounding on the door and instead focus on how good it feels to be taken like this... even if it is for money.

After catching her breath, she whispers, "Yes... good girl." Her fingers trail lightly over the newly written letters on her breasts before cupping herself, gently massaging her sensitive flesh in a futile attempt to calm down. She can hear Ken's voice through the door, becoming increasingly desperate and angry, but she doesn't respond or acknowledge him in any way. It feels wrong to think about going back to him now... even if he is the one she married and loves.

As she's left alone with her thoughts, Katie wonders if she really does enjoy being treated like this... or if it's just because she's desperate for money. A part of her misses the days when they were happy and in love, before everything went so wrong between them. But then there are moments like this, where the shame and humiliation feel almost exhilarating... as if she's getting something out of it that Ken can never give her. The thought makes her heart ache even more, but at least for now, she has this... and she isn't sure if she wants to give it up just yet.