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And with that, Lauren pranced on stage, shimmying and jiggling like a  real professional. Oh wait, I guess she is a professional. But she was  damn good, swinging that long blonde hair, jiggling her boobies, and  spreading her snatch for men to kiss and lick. Because the Donkey Club  was a no-holds-barred type of place  …  guys got to touch, feel and smell,  fingering girls here and there, pulling their dicks out as the girls  circled around them. I thought I even saw a girl seat herself in a  dude's lap, throwing her head back as his cock wormed into her, but I  couldn't see very well and frankly, I was so delirious that my mind  could have been playing tricks.

So I just observed that first night, my mouth hanging open at the utter  debauchery of the Donkey Club. After we made it back to Virginia, my  cell rang almost immediately.

"Melanie?" said a male voice. "This is Ralph, you auditioned for me today?" As if I could forget.

"The directors like you and want you to fly to LA for an in-person  interview," he said. "I booked you a ticket for tomorrow at 8 am,  arriving in LA around noon. A car will meet you at the airport and take  you straight to the set," he said, before hanging up abruptly.

What the hell? Lauren hadn't mentioned that there'd be another  interview. Besides I had class tomorrow! But again  …  eyes on the prize. I  needed money for school, and didn't have any other options.





CHAPTER SEVEN


Saxon




My brother and I were nervous, although you wouldn't be able to tell  just looking at us. We sat cool and composed in our office, idly  watching some porn, checking our email, giving instructions to  employees. After watching the audition tape, we'd been on the phone to  New York immediately.

"Get her here," was all I said, and Ralph had made the arrangements pronto.

Now we sat in our office, waiting for Melanie to arrive. Goddamn but life was weird.

The door opened, and our secretary popped her head in.

"Ms. Jones here to see you," she said. I nodded, and Melanie made her way into the room.

She stopped short as soon as the door closed, unable to keep the shock  off her face. Because instead of some seedy, anonymous, middle-aged  dude, Stryke and I sat there, immaculately groomed, looking at her with a  glimmer in our eyes.

"Brothers," she said faintly. "What are you doing here? I was supposed to meet with the heads of Intercon Productions.

"Sister, we are Intercon Productions," said Stryke silkily. "Jack Strike at your service."

"We were very impressed by your audition tape," I added, giving her a cool smile.

She sat limply on the couch in our office, her chestnut hair gently  waving over an oversize college sweatshirt, her ass in tight jeans  outfitted with sneakers. Perfect. She'd be amazing in our "Naughty  Co-eds" production.

"But," she stammered. "Weren't you guys in college at USC? What are you doing here?" she said slowly.

"Honey," I said. "We're still in school. But Stryke and I decided to be  entrepreneurial and open our own film development and distribution  production in the meantime. After all, why wait until we graduate?  That's four years of productivity wasted."

"Plus," added my brother. "Porn pays a lot, if you know what I mean."

Melanie flushed.

"I'm not here to do porn," she said stiffly. "I was supposed to  interview for a stripper job at the Donkey Club but they told me I had  to do an in-person interview with some producers and I figured it was  someone from the club," she stated.

"Oh yeah," I said casually. "We don't own the Donkey Club but we source  girls through Ralph for our vids. We were pleasantly surprised, I should  say, when we got your audition tape. Why were you there, Melly?"

And hearing her nickname seemed to make her crumble a bit.

"I don't have money for school," she said softly. "You know your dad's  getting military pay now, and my mom doesn't have enough to help me with  tuition. So I've been scrambling," she admitted. "I'm desperate for  tuition money, I love school and don't want to drop out."         

     



 

My brother and I exchanged a glance.

"How much do you need?" I asked, curious. I mean, Trinity was an expensive place but could it be more expensive than USC?

"Forty-six thousand," said our sister, her eyes downcast, a glimmer of  tears shining in those big brown pools. "Forty-six thousand that I'll  never get."

My brother shot me a look and I knew exactly what he was thinking.  Forty-six was a lot, but it wouldn't be a problem. With our little porn  production shindig, we were raking in hundreds of thousands each month,  and another fifty or so wouldn't be a big deal  …  especially to help our  sister.

"Little sis," began Stryke, his voice gentle and calm. "I think we have a solution for you," he said.

Melanie looked up swiftly.

"You do?" she asked. "Please, I'll do anything to stay in school, I never thought of myself as a drop-out," she said tearily.

"Yeah, we have some ideas," Stryke continued. "And they all involve taking your clothes off  …  for us."





CHAPTER EIGHT


Melanie




I gasped with shock. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised. I mean, my  twin stepbrothers had pretty much admitted that they were running a  porn distribution outfit, complete with producing original content. It's  just that we were family. And what did that mean, "taking off my  clothes for them"?

As if sensing my unspoken question, Stryke continued.

"We make a lot Melly," he said gently. "It's all legal, everyone's  legit, no underage girls or any shit like that. But it involves sex  …   lots of it," he added.

"Do you mean dancing at the Donkey Club?" I asked tremulously. I had no  problem with that, that's what I'd originally intended after all.

"Yeah, that, but maybe a little more, too. If you're into it, that is," said Saxon gently.

I looked between my brothers, their blue gazes so penetrating yet warm  at the same time. I could feel myself flushing, my core heating,  moistening in the vicinity of these two alpha males.

"What exactly were you thinking?" I asked softly.

"Nothing specific just yet," said Saxon vaguely. "Let's just get to the tryouts," he added.

I'd been ready for this. "Shoot," I said, mentally steeling myself. I  was prepared to answer any questions they had up their sleeve.

But my brothers shared an amused glance.

"Melly," said Sax gently. "We need you to take off your clothes  …  because we're going to fuck you, hard."

WHAT? WTF? My shock must have shown on my face because my brothers chuckled.

"Baby, it's pretty standard in the adult industry to do live auditions.  We have you on tape playing with a toy, but we need to get you on film  with a man. And Sax and I, we do our own auditions," said Stryke, his  voice playful.

Holy shit! The dildo hadn't been enough? What had I gotten myself into?

But Sax ran a soothing hand over my hip and said, "We're not so bad, are  we? Lots of other girls have no trouble at all," he said silkily.

And fuck, that was the thing. I was so turned on by my brothers, the  thought of the illicit touching, licking and kissing, that I felt myself  melting. I wanted to do it. I wanted to have sex with them, feel them  all over my body, in my body, maybe even in my ass. Perhaps I was just  fooling myself, but I found myself nodding, meekly adding, "Sure, so  long as you guys help me with my tuition?"

My brothers shared an amused glance before Stryke smiled, leaning over to give me a deep kiss.

"Honey, you've got a four-year all expenses paid ride if you cooperate," he growled deep into my throat.

And I gave up to the warmness of his caresses, his big hands trailing my  curves, worming underneath my heavy sweatshirt to touch my breasts,  grazing the undersides before jiggling them tantalizingly.

"Baby, you're built just right," he whispered in my ear. "The Double  D's, the wet cunny, you're perfect for the camera," he breathed.

And it made me feel so confident, so female, so good. With a mewl, I let  my brothers pull my sweatshirt off, shaking my breasts free, and then  pull the tight jeans off my legs, stroking my long, golden pins as they  were revealed. Finally, I stood before them in a tiny pink bra and panty  set, the moisture seeping from between my legs, a dark spot visible at  my crotch.

And my brothers were fixated on the sight.

"Dance," commanded Sax, and I started gyrating obediently.

Running my hands through my hair, I gave them with a smoldering gaze,  running my tongue over my lips, picturing their dicks in my mouth, their  cocks in my cunny. Slowly, I reached around to unfasten my bra, letting  it pop free, my girls spilling out. That's one of the things about  being a curvy vixen  –  we've got mountains and valleys in all the right  places, no anorexic model-types here.