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“~Your sexy body exudes signals of attraction and is ideal for my adult video productions.” Sergey appraised her again as she was dragged in front of him. “~Images of your seduction story will net me a nice return on my investment.” Unlike impoverished rural girls he purchased for starlets, this attractive girl’s cost was zero so money he made—was all pure profit.

Running a low budget production company as an offshoot of pimping, he marketed under the name of Soviet Sluts. Having missed the Internet porno industry’s major growth period, Sergey catered mostly to collectors of eclectic smut. His poor quality product could be seen only on a few minor websites. The haggard starlets were drug-addicted prostitutes and the male leads were thugs. The Obshina entertained dreams of a web empire, but his delusions hadn’t materialized and they wouldn’t without a miracle—but he had the signals of a divine intervention in the wings and this girl was the attraction to buy his ticket.

“~Everyone to your places.” The stage was a lavish setting in Sergey’s opulent mansion. The mobster boss looked to where the male star stood. Vlad, the youngest of the elite squad and the one without the minefield of zits on his cheeks, was the faceless stallion to be breeding the young mare in this seduction story. His eyes glued on the girl was a sure signal of his attraction to her

The director’s gaze then followed the Anaconda pushing the filly into position near the stud. The sadistic lieutenant had spent the previous hour giving a detailed report of the girl’s regimen of abuse. Last night she was raped and this morning pummeled: now she would experience humiliation in a forced seduction video by being defiled in front of an audience with the added indignity of having her degradation captured by a camera. The gangster took his ostentatious producer’s chair to oversee the action and to smugly bark his orders.

The girl squinted at the glare of the floodlights and looked about as her pupils adjusted. A large room, comprising an entire wing of the house, was rigged as a professional studio. The vaulted roof was strung with track lighting. The end wall, mostly of glass, overlooked a garden and opened onto a large sundeck.

“~Action!” Sergey bellowed the cue, trying to catch her before she could brace for her new ordeal. Her panic at the beginning should insert a dash of realism to this starlet seduction story.

Lyra glanced up at the thug co-star. In physical appearance, he could be Dmitri’s older cousin. Her eyes then swung to the Anaconda standing in a tight t-shirt with his arms folded. So far, I’ve done nothing but react: I now have an opportunity to be proactive. A sly look fleeted over her face. They want me as a cringing victim but that’s not what I’ll give them.

Though her eyes were still open, the forced porn starlet put a vision of her dead boyfriend in her mind. She mentally painted her dead lover’s face onto the ruffian she was now paired with. It’s my fantasy: I can do what I like. Her imagination put the Anaconda’s body under Dmitri’s head and added gray hair. Her face and body language suddenly betrayed the unmistakable signs of her intense arousal. The starlet grabbed her marginally attractive co-star: it didn’t matter to her what he looked like in real life because in her mental seduction fantasy, he inspired her attraction signals. I can show what my training gave me and keep the vowel of my self-image as ‘I’ instead of ‘O’.

The attraction strategy that Jessica devised, worked out precisely as she had calculated. From the moment the young man saw the attractive girl in the wispy black frock, Romero was outmaneuvered. In seduction engagements of opposing hormonal forces like this, men really don’t have any viable defense capabilities against attractive women.

As they walked to his car, her signs of attraction had finally found the libidinous libertine she anticipated. That was demonstrated by a dragging of his hand across the small of her silk clad back as he helped her into the seat. Wanting to see how deeply into despair she could drive him, Jessica stoically endured the delightful sensations his touch engendered. Her sigh was another attraction sign.

At the quaint restaurant, he could have had a plate of festering compost in front of him because all he could taste and smell was the delicious dish sitting across from him.

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With his every eye movement the beautiful young woman could feel heat tracers scorching across her flesh. I have you in my scope now, Lothario. All she needed to do was decide when best to hammer down on the anti-aircraft triggers and turn off her attraction signals.

“You said earlier that you are close to becoming a lawyer.” The young man probed for a chink in her especially attractive armor.

“What’s the next stage?”

“That’s a matter for my fire and ice.” The Robert Frost rhyme had haunted her. It’s never so bad as a world’s end but anger and disillusionment are both self-defeating. Jessica had even printed a copy from the Internet but reading it sounded in her mind, as the Latino’s voice. “My internship’s signature seems tied with distasteful strings. The knots have just tightened so I’ll snip my laces and find some new climbing boots. It’s not the end of the world.”

With his underhandedly offering her as harem temptation for seduction by a visiting sheik, Watson brandished the final straw. The inspirational elegy offered encouragement against being a broken-backed camel. The attractive girl would take her humps, read the signs and find her oasis by a different caravan.

Romero Escobedo, now truly the alpha wolf on the prowl, took her moment of apparent vulnerability as an opening to get the nubile female onto the dance floor. As Jessica melded her body against his, the final confrontation that neither could hope to win or to lose, was joined. Like matched battleships cruising across each other’s flanks and with all nature’s guns blazing telling broadsides into badly smitten young hulls, both vessels showed the seduction signals of pleasurably going down.

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“Your boss is a jerk but don’t let him diminish us.” Loath to break physical contact, Romero trailed a hand caress lingeringly down her arm, to retain a fingertip touch as they sat back down. “What he did today was wrong but we’ve had a wonderful time.”

The girl was hopelessly ensnared in the same mesh trap she had laid for her quarry. Of it’s own accord, her hand extended to facilitate his thrilling touch.

“So,” Romero chirped as he looked at the selection of after dinner treats, “what would put the ideal cap on our repast?”

“We could go to your hotel.” Jessica gazed over the menu and floundered in his blue depths. Her voice quavered as her body showed her attraction. With a final qualm toppling as a ball-shattered mast, she offered her much better selection for dessert.

“Yes.” No reservations could be strong enough to resist such a mouthwatering pastry. The regatta Mother Nature had charted from a first intimate brush in the doorway rounded a last buoy and keeled for the finish horning. “Or we could go to my place.”

When the suite’s door closed, nothing his father ever told or taught him could’ve prepared him for the intensity of the emotions and sensations he was feeling. He didn’t need any training manuals as much older words are written into human instincts with indelible ink. Shiva and Parvati also knew which passages of the attraction signs that girls give off handbook to highlight.

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With his innards aflutter, as if stepping off a thrilling roller-coaster, the much older CEO escorted the foreign female amusement he had purchased to ride, into her gilded cage apartment.

“Gosh Darnit,” he gushed when they were alone in the sumptuous main room that was accessed through a door installed in his office, “you are so incredibly beautiful!”

The older man kicked off his shoes and moved to stand on the thick Polar Bear rug in front of the rock fireplace. This was the spot where his imagination’ seduction story had him despoiling his sex thrall for the first time. His hopeful vision swirled into his mind’s yearning. A wench struggles and beats frail fists against his manly chest. His forceful kiss and fierce embrace evokes her sighing surrender and her raging signs of attraction to him. Entwined bodies fold down to a semi-nude tangle on the pristine fur rug. A bodice-ripping romance novel could be penned based on the passions mounting to a crescendo, but then the attraction signals tale becomes a pornographic pocketbook instead of a seduction story.

“This structure cost as much to build,” the much older man swept his hand around the room, “as some of my competitors are worth.” It didn’t matter though. Nothing was too good for the man that owned a large portion of the world. “We’re going to have gazoodles of fun here.”

“~You’re ugly and your mother dresses you funny.” The woman replied in Russian. Rather than ‘yield’, this pretty foreign girl’s attraction signpost reads ‘Stop right now’.

“Don’t you speak English?” Bob’s eyes abruptly stopped the pan of luxury furnishings to lock onto her uncomprehending expression. He was not prepared for this contingency. The man grinned sheepishly and displayed his dazzling white grill of expensive dentures.

“Eeengleash,” the girl trying to halt the forced seduction date pretended accessing a limited vocabulary, “nyet.”

“I’ll teach what I need you to know.” His voice grew excessively loud. His words slowed and he gesticulated hand signs with exaggerated motions.

“~Could shouting possibly make a person understand a foreign tongue any better?” The Eastern European woman feigned an attempt to fathom a possible interpretation.

“Give-me-your-jacket.” The older man asked and then pantomimed taking off a coat. He had to perform the sign action three times and point at her before the puzzled shrug resolved to the desired action of coat shedding. This seduction of his brought and paid for girl wasn’t off to an auspicious start. “Now how do I ask for the rest of your clothing?”

“~Did your survey say women prefer to date much older men?” Stifling a yawn, the beautiful woman shrugged again and offered a statement in Russian with a sweet smile. “~If you think I’m going to o submit to your seduction advances willingly, then you are stupider than everyone in the world thinks you are.”

“Yes, I’m sure we will get along well too but right now,” the CEO’s hands began to tremble with anticipation, “I want to see you naked again.”

“~I’ve had a really long day.” The woman pressed her palms together and gestured hands as a pillow under her ear: it was not a sign of attraction. “Go away and let me sleep.” She tilted her head over and briefly closed her eyes.

“We’ll screw first.” “Screw?” The perplexed girl tried the word tentatively in English and then grinned. “Screw, da!” I can use this to my benefit.

“Screw—yes!” “The screw room is over this way.” The man well past his best before date swept his hand to indicate the direction she should lead: he wanted to watch his date’s butt. The bimbo thought screw meant sleep: he would enjoy showing her the real seduction translation. “I wanted our first time on this date to be in a special place like right here but the king sized bed is good too.”

“~You can diddle yourself wherever you want.” The Russian female examined the bedroom doorframe as she meandered towards it. Excellent! There is a socket for a deadbolt! “~But you won’t get satisfaction from me tonight and your seduction story won’t have a happy ending.”

“This is my every fantasy about to become reality.” The older man date reached his shaking fingers out to rest them on the small of her back.

“Screw.” The slave accelerated her steps as she neared the doorway and outdistanced his touch. With a quick dash inside, the female closed the bedroom door in his anguished face. She grasped the interior latch and slammed the deadbolt home. It was as final a rejection signal as she could manage. “Screw you.” She whispered.

“Screw me!” The CEO checked his momentum before the wood could smash his nose. He couldn’t snatch his extended arm back fast enough and the tip of his middle finger was painfully pinched. The clack of the lock resounded like a pile driver on his libido now ruined seduction fable.

He sucked his nipped finger. His visualization of this day’s end had a different extremity being licked and not with his own lips. There is a moral to this bad date story. Obey the signs of attraction.

“Why can’t guys push my attraction buttons as easily as I toggle the delete key on their stupid pick-up lines?”  The girl really wanted to hook up with someone interesting but these just didn’t come anywhere close to sparking her attraction.

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“Did you clip that phony photo from a fitness magazine?” The attractive girl asked an image that showed only a man’s lean torso, the attractive male body was ripped with a six-pack of abs. “And if that picture is not a complete fiction, do you want to seduce me or use me as a barbell?” Anya hit the delete button again.

The attractive girl’s routine process of glancing and then trashing continued until she suddenly spied one that instantly grabbed her attention.

“He is butt ugly!”  The lonely girl observed.  “But he is homely in a truly attractive way!”

Anya’s hand trembled slightly as she followed the links to this interesting man’s profile information.  She released a small gasp of relief that he seemed to reside in her area.  Anya didn’t recognize these physical reactions as signs of attraction but they were signals of a successful seduction tale in the making.

“Mr attractive ugly man,” Anya said as she began composing her response, “you and I are destined to meet.  If you don’t manage to seduce me, then I’ll have to be the one doing the seducing,”  She noted that he was older than her by a number of years: that only made him even more interesting to the attractive young woman.

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I’m delighted to meet you in person.” The ugly man’s action was of taking her hand in a business like greeting but he wasn’t shaking it. He simply held firmly for substantially longer than a hand shake would’ve been. He met her eyes with a confidence that belied his physical ugliness.

“Me too.” The very attractive Anya felt all quivery inside. That was another of the many signs of attraction she was presently displaying. Within just these few minutes of their first real life contact, the girl knew that intimate fiction or not, this seduction story was about to turn sexual in nature.