What video? Lauren had explained that we'd be stripping, but not that we'd be filmed. What the hell?
"You know that new video Jack Strike is filming?" continued Lauren. "Mel would be perfect for Girl 2, you know the one that gets taken for the first time."
Now I definitely had to interrupt. This didn't sound like stripping at all, it sounded more like porn. But Lauren glared at me and made a subtle gesture with her hand, rubbing her forefingers against her thumb. Oh right, I needed money and didn't want to ruin my chances before we'd even begun. Grinding my teeth, I vowed to confront her about this unexpected development as soon as we left New York.
But Ralph leaned back in his chair, so much I thought he might fall over backwards. He gave us a sleazy smile and looked me up and down.
"Strike's in LA, but he told me to collect audition videos from girls who came in," he said. "You got one?" he nodded my way.
"Um," I stuttered. Of course I didn't have an audition tape, I wasn't looking to be a professional in the adult entertainment industry.
"No, she doesn't," cut in Lauren quickly. "But let's film one now, it'll be easy," she said.
"Sure," replied Ralph, swiveling his laptop around to face us. "I got a camera embedded here, just start taking it off when you're ready."
I turned to Lauren, my mouth open, shocked eyes wide. What was I supposed to do? But she merely pressed a dildo into my hand and whispered out of the corner of her mouth, "Fuck yourself with it, don't worry, no one's going to see except the producer."
And I turned back to the camera. Ralph leered and gave me a go sign, indicating that he was already recording. Shit, shit! I didn't want to do this, but I needed the tuition money so badly that I started to dance. My face flushed and I looked at Lauren pleadingly for guidance, but she just nodded and gestured frantically with her hands.
"Keep going!" she mouthed. "Waggle your hips, bounce your butt a little," she said, miming the actions.
And I closed my eyes, utterly humiliated, but with no choice. Slowly, I edged the trench coat off my shoulders. Per my roomie's instructions, I'd worn a tiny black bra and panties with high, high heels, showing off my curvy hips, big boobs, the stilettos lengthening my legs.
Ralph gave a wolf whistle, calling out, "Show some tit, work it baby!"
Oh fuck, I knew I was going to be bad at this, but kept my eyes closed and pretended that I was alone on a desert island with a handsome, dark stranger. Make that two handsome, dark strangers with penetrating blue eyes. They were licking me here, licking me there, touching my breasts … and I pinched my nipple, pretending it was them. Ohhh! That felt good.
Getting into it, I lifted my tits out of my bra cups and suckled one, pushing the puffy nipple in my mouth. Goddamn if I didn't hear Ralph unzip his fly, no doubt starting up the hand job again.
But I ignored him and kept suckling, swaying my hips sensually for the camera. Turning around, I bent over and pushed my ass back, my cheeks barely covered by the wisp of lace. Tantalizingly, I ran a finger up and down the rim of my underwear, pulling it to the side for a flash of my cunny, a glimpse of that steamy pink flesh. Teasingly, I dropped the cloth back in place, looking over my shoulder at the camera and letting out a low moan of arousal.
"Ohhhh," I murmured, licking my lips, the pink plushness enticing.
Slowly, I picked up the dildo Lauren had given me and took a long, slow lick before forming a perfect "O" and delicately inserting the tip in my mouth. I let my tongue trail around the bulbous head, kissing and massaging the soft rubber, before sliding it down my throat, taking it deep.
I thought I heard Lauren squeal with shock from my dirtiness. Yeah, I know I come across as a nice, conservative brunette, but I'm pretty slutty on the inside and have practiced a lot on cucumbers, zucchini and squash … pickles are my personal favorite.
Slowly, I fucked my throat with the dildo, getting the toy massively wet, the soft rubber head visibly running down my throat as Ralph and Lauren watched with amazement. Then with a wet sucking sound, I pulled it out, and sat myself down on the couch facing the camera, knees spread, this time hooking a finger around my panties to sweep the crotch aside.
"Like it big boy?" I asked, addressing the screen. Of course, the screen was black but I knew how these things worked. Bring the customer into the scene, right? Make them feel like they're right there with you.
Pulling my knees up so that my pussy was fully exposed, I reached down with two fingers and held my labia apart, pulling the soft flesh so that the lens could zoom into my pink pussy. My vulva was steamy and moist, my inner channel a hot pink, dripping with fluid and even pulsing a bit, beating with my arousal.
With a soft moan, I circled the dildo around my clit, tossing my head back, before beginning the penetration.
Oh fuck it felt so good! The massive head parted my lips, intruding into my tiny depths, stretching me and making me whine with arousal. I slid it in a couple inches, looking down with amazement at the sight of my baby pussy violated by this massive dong, and squealed again slightly as I stirred the big dick in my cunt, letting it graze my g-string, stimulating my sweet folds.
But I wanted it deep, real deep. With a determined look, I grabbed the base of the dildo and pushed it into my snatch, the glistening pole disappearing inch by inch into my chubby pussy, the lips now stretched as thin as rubber bands. I squealed and moaned with the penetration, bucking my hips slightly, but making sure to keep my knees wide so that the camera could see everything.
Once the toy was in all the way, the ten incher buried deep, I let out a deep sigh of pleasure, my body twisting sinuously on the casting couch. With a flick of my wrist, I began fucking myself, the dildo sliding with wet, sucking sounds.
"Oh oh oh!" I moaned, tossing my head, twisting a nipple with one hand as my other fucked the dildo in and out. "Fuck me!" I shrieked for effect. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
And my performance was grade AAA. With a roar, Ralph came, a great spurt of sperm jetting from his penis, arcing over the desk before landing wetly on some papers. He didn't give a shit though. His eyes were glued to me as he jacked off, watching me fuck myself with the enormous toy.
Lauren too, was watching with her eyes wide and mouth open. Although she wasn't touching herself, her face was flushed and breathing elevated. Holy cow, I'd even aroused another woman!
Inordinately pleased, I kept running the rubber dick in and out, making sure to fuck myself all the way to the base, letting my pussy feel the benefit of that ten-inch length. After about twenty seconds, I felt my crest coming. A tidal surge began in the base of my spine, and with a blast, exploded in my pussy, ecstasy and pleasure rippling in waves through my body as my twat contracted and spasmed on the toy.
It was hard to control, I admit. The dildo had been deeply rooted in me, but my pussy spasms were so hard, so strong, that it almost forced the toy out, and I had to grip the base firmly to keep it in my snatch as my flesh pulsed with rhythm around the hard shaft.
Finally, the last of the spasms subsided, and I opened my eyes, blinking slowly, giving a soft, sated smile. With the dildo still buried in my twat, I asked the camera, "Did I get the job?"
CHAPTER FIVE
Stryke
Shit, our stepsister was so fucking dirty. It was unbelievable how this turn of events had come to pass, giving new meaning to the words "perversity" and "irony." Truth is truly stranger than fiction.
Ralph, our man on the ground in New York, had called, his voice rough and harsh.
"I got one for you," he said with little introduction. "You're going to want to see this one."
Now my brother and I are what you'd call adult entertainment producers. We're still students at USC, but we enrolled in a class called "A Brief History of Porn" and immediately knew that our future lay in the adult industry. It's not that we've given up on mainstream film. It's just that mainstream shit is so fucking expensive, requiring a million sign-offs, a million dollars, a million permits, whereas with porn you can experiment relatively cheaply.
So we'd dived into the trade with gusto, trying out new techniques, dialogue, all that shit, while making a shit ton of money. Flesh sells, I'm telling you.
Of course, one of the most important aspects of any film is casting and in porn, it's even more crucial to ultimate success or failure. We source girls from all over and are always looking for new talent. It's just the nature of the biz you know? Young, nubile girls are always sought after, and we're developing a naughty schoolgirl series preliminarily titled, "Dirty for Professor X."