2 comments/ 51392 views/ 4 favorites Lights! Cameral! Action! Take 01 By: BOSTONFICTIONWRITER It was a small ad in the local newspaper that generated much excitement. Women wanted for adult films. Talent is more important than looks. Auditions begin at 8am, Monday. Double Dare Films 101 Tremont Street, 7th floor. Boston, MA. 02115 Unfortunately, there was a typographical error in the advertisement. Instead of the ad reading that talent is more important than looks, the ad was supposed to have read that looks is more important than talent. When Dan Carter, the Executive Producer and Director of Double Dare Adult Films pulled up to his office, there was already a line of women formed around the block. Tall, short, fat, thin, young, and old, it appeared that all types of women wanted to make a porn movie and wanted their chance behind a camera. The employees of Double Dare never imagined there'd be this many women applying to audition for a role in an adult movie. Never before had they had such an enormous crowd. Normally, they had to shoot their movies using reluctant friends, friends of friends, embarrassed relatives, and relatives of relatives. Today, they had to hire two special duty Boston Police officers for crowd control and to keep the peace. "Dan is going to kill me," said Michael, Dan's personal assistant, to Paula, Michael's personal assistant." "Tell him that it was just a mistake and that the newspaper screwed up. We'll place another ad. There's still time to call it in for tomorrow's edition." "Look at all these women? Have you seen some of them? Some of them are grandmothers, some are uglier than my dog, and others weigh more than three hundred pounds. Then, there are those that are grandmothers, are uglier than my dog, and weigh more than three hundred pounds." "Don't worry," she said. "We'll reject the ones we know that he'll never hire and just have him interview the ones we know he'd be interested in seeing. It will all work out in the end." His assistants were already out front taking names and telephone numbers and passing out the first come first serve system of sequential numbers. They were just about to begin drastically rejecting those women who didn't fit Dan's sexual profile of porn actresses, pretty face, big tits, love cock, and dumb as a plant, when they saw his car turn the corner. Realistically, they were hoping to get 50 women from which to chose, instead they had already passed out nearly 1,000 numbers and it was only 8am with more women queuing up to the back of the long line. Their plan was to make an adult film, an X-rated movie, a porn film, whichever jargon makes people feel more comfortable about the sex industry. They already had their male stars in place, Lance Ram, Rod Steel, Buff Naked, and Peter Johncox, but were looking for some fresh female talent. They hoped the ad would do that. Dan stepped from out of his rented limousine. He always rented a limousine for the dramatic effect it had when he pulled up to his office. He figured there'd be fifty women waiting outside to impress. Instead there were more than one thousand women watching him align from his limousine. He was treated to a Simon Cowell reception with women cheering, clapping, and whistling. "Are you kidding me? What the Hell is all this?" "Dan, I'm sorry. The newspaper screwed up and ran the ad as talent is more important than looks instead of looks is more important than talent. All of these women think we are looking for talented actresses instead of sexy ones." Dan pensively stared down the long line of women who stood out on the sidewalk. There were so many women of every type that he couldn't even see the end of the line. "This is outrageous. This reminds me of the crowd that auditions for American Idol." "Dan, I'm so sorry. Don't worry, though, because Paula, Carl, Rita, Greg, Debbie, and I were just about to go through the line and eliminate all those women we know you won't—" "Wait, I have a better idea," he said beaming a smile. "Let's interview them all. Yes, this is great! I want to audition everyone. I don't care how old or how nasty they are, if they want to make a porn movie, let's give them all a chance to do it. We just may have a couple of diamonds in the buff here." In a stroke of genius, Dan had realized the possibilities of using such a large turn out to his advantage. As soon as he connected American Idol with the long line that waited to be auditioned, he decided to make a reality adult film by making the actual audition process the movie. He decided that he would use as many women who showed up to audition to make his movie. Not all of the women would make the cut, of course. All he had to do was to quickly write some mini-scenes for the women to show their talent or lack thereof. Matter of fact, he may even make a second movie with the worst auditions of the women. He was excited, really excited by the serendipitous events that an erroneous newspaper ad had delivered him. Using his process of selection much in the way that American Idol auditions singers, whether the women were good or bad actresses, it really didn't matter. The entertainment factor is what would sell his movie. All would make for good entertainment. Besides, the adult movie viewer normally didn't care about the dialogue and seldom looked above the bust line, anyway. They would like viewing real women, women with sagging breasts, cottage cheese thighs, and stretch marks. He imagined the Adult Video News finally awarding him an AVN award and winning it for the best adult movie of the year. He imagined writing his acceptance speech while standing between two, tall, blonde, busty bimbos on stage. The union rate scale for principal performers in a low budget Screen Actors Guild film, SAG, those films with a budget of under $625,000, were paid $268 for the day. Because none of these women were SAG members, Carter didn't have to pay them that high of a rate, especially if he didn't use them in his movie. Matter of fact, those women he didn't use, he didn't have to pay them anything for auditioning today. Yet, he generously paid $100 to whoever signed a release and disclosure contract in exchange for a few moments of their time. Even though their exposure time in the film was the same brief amount as those applicants receiving $100, those actors who he decided to use in his film would receive the SAG daily rate of $268 and more from residuals, should the film be a financial success. Clearly, all this was written in the disclosure for the women to accept or reject before continuing through the process. Dan loved playing the part of Executive Producer and Director. The position gave him power. He loved how the women fawned over him. He loved his job. How else could he ogle and fondle naked women? Women who ordinarily may not have given him a second look when he was in a bar or in a club were now eager to strip off their clothes and allow him to paw their naked bodies on the slim chance of being selected for an adult film and to make some money in the sex entertainment industry. He had made dozens of adult films, all of which had barely earned him and his employees an existence. This time was different, though. He could feel it. He could taste it. The time was ripe for him to make his hit movie, "Lights! Camera! Action!" The economy had soured and many people were out of work. Further, with the price of food, fuel, home heating oil, prescription drugs, and everything else that goes along with a recession, instead of traveling, more people stayed home. Ergo, with more people sitting at home, he hoped that more people were motivated to watch porn; at least, boredom was his rational and their reason for wanting to watch adult movies. Moreover, he felt certain that by using regular people instead of trained actors who had genetically superior bodies and good looks, he'd show the viewer an inside look of an adult film audition process that would guaranteed him a hit movie. He felt that the viewer would perceive their role not as someone watching a porn movie, but as someone who was in the room watching the audition process taking place. Instinctively, he knew that he was about to embark on something that had never done before. Here standing before him was a wealth of future porn stars. He had his pick. Who knows, maybe one of these average women would connect with the viewer. Maybe, he could make another movie with her as the star. With more than a thousand women from which to chose, it would be a long selection process. Yet, he'd have enough raw video to pick and choose the best ones to use to make his movie. With more and more women showing up, definitely, there were more than enough women to interview all month. Moreover without budget busting rehearsal delays, camera setups, lighting nightmares, set design and setup expenses, and location expenses and travel costs, he could conceivably shoot the entire movie within a month and in his office under the realm of auditioning. Then, over the next month or two, he'd edit the videos and his movie would be ready for distribution within three months rather than the better part of a year. He figured his biggest expense was the monies that he paid the women, one hundred dollars times one thousand women is a measly one hundred thousand dollars. He'd have to pay a little more for those women who he'd pick to use in his movie at the rate of $268 instead of the $100, but still his movie would be way under budget. "Michael," he said calling down to his assistant on the sidewalk. "Yeah, Dan." "Cut it off at forty women and have the next forty women return tomorrow scheduling forty women a day for however many women you have and make sure you write the date for them to appear on their card." "Okay, Boss." "And Michael." "Yeah, Boss." "Make sure everyone fills out their bio sheet and signs the disclosure and release waiver before sending anyone upstairs." "Will do, Boss." "And Michael." "Yeah, Boss." "Let the women know that we are selecting dozens of women and not just one or two." "Got it." "And Michael." "Yeah, Dan." "Get them inside the lobby and off the street. I don't want these women embarrassed by someone they know seeing them waiting in line to audition for an adult film. I don't want women chickening out and changing their mind on the fear that someone may see them waiting in line to be interviewed." "Okay, Boss." "And Michael." "Yeah, Boss." "Have Carl come upstairs. I need to give him a check for $4,000 to cash to pay these women. Tell him to get me 40 crisp, new one hundred dollar bills." "Okay, Boss." Michael collected the bios, consent waivers, and disclosures from the first forty women and had his assistants pass out and collect the rest. He corralled the first forty women in the lobby and had the others leave with their color coded and dated passes telling them when to return. Basically, the disclosure that Double Dare Films had the women sign informed them that this was not an audition but an actual movie of the audition process. With the understanding that not all women would be selected, the release waiver was the consent form that gave Double Dare Adult Films and their employees the right to interview, touch, have sex with, and photograph the women in all manners of dress and undress. Any woman who was not willing to sign the disclosure and consent form that released Double Dare Adult Films from liability was not allowed to interview and audition for the movie. "Michael," said Dan over the phone. "Yeah, Dan." "I'm ready for the first eight women." "Okay, Boss." "Dan wants the first eight," called Michael to his assistant, Paula, who waiting in the lobby with the first group of forty women. "Okay, ladies, I need the first eight women, those women with numbers from 1 to 8 to take the elevator to the seventh floor." The first group of eight women followed one another like sheep going to the slaughterhouse. The remaining thirty-two women waited in the lobby downstairs for their turn. Meanwhile, Greg and Debbie handed out different colored and dated numbers representing the different days of the week to the remaining women who patiently waited their turn in line outside. Yellow for today, Monday, pink for Tuesday, red for Wednesday, green for Thursday, and blue for Friday, once the remaining women received their color coded numbers with dated instructions when to return, they left. Rita met the women, as they alighted from the elevator and walked them to a waiting room with thirty-nine chairs. Carl escorted the first woman, Elaine, a pretty and petite dark haired woman to Dan's private office and after she walked inside, he closed the door behind her waiting outside for her interview to finish. When she was done, he escorted her back to the waiting room where Rita paid them their $100 in cash. After Dan had a chance to review the videos, he'd call those who he selected to tell them that he had mailed them their additional $168. In the next chapter Elaine, who has never been unfaithful to her husband but needs the money, reluctantly auditions for Double Dare Adult Films. * Thank you for reading my story. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote, make a public comment, and/or give me feedback. Your support is why I write. Your feedback will motivate me to write a better story the next time. If you haven't already, please take moment to add me and/or this story or any other of my stories to your list of favorites. Thanks, Freddie, Bostonfictionwriter. To be continued... Lights! Cameral! Action! Take 02 "Rita?" "Yes, Mr. Carter." "Send in the first applicant." "Yes, Sir." "You may go in now," said Rita to Elaine. "Thank you," said Elaine to Rita getting up from her seat and walking to Dan's door and opening it. Carl escorted Elaine, a pretty and petite dark haired woman in her thirties with a decent figure, to Dan's private office. After she walked inside, he closed the door behind her while waiting outside for her interview to finish. "Hello, my name is Dan Carter. I'm the Executive Producer and Director of Double Dare Films. I'll be conducting your interview, today," he said walking to her and offering her his hand. "Hi, I'm Elaine," she said with a nervous smile. "I'm sorry, but I'm nervous. I've never done anything like this before. My husband would kill me if he knew that I was auditioning for a porn movie." "There's no reason for your nervousness, Elaine. It's just me, you, and the camera. Now, you've read and signed our disclosure agreeing to be filmed in all manner of dress and undress and allowing me to sexually touch you." "Yes," she said breathlessly. "I'm shaking. No one has ever seen me naked, except for my husband and no one has ever touched me, other than my husband. I mean, there were those men I dated before my husband, but we didn't do much more than petting, although, one or two of them sucked my tits. I did give one guy a blowjob after my senior Prom, but he didn't cum in my mouth. I pulled him out of my mouth before he shot his load. That was so long ago." "Relax, Elaine. Take a breath. Would you like some water?" "Yes, thank you," she said accepting a bottle of water. "Please, have a seat on the couch." Elaine sat opposite him with her knees together. "It seems a bit ridiculous for me to sit so modestly when you are going to see every part of me anyway," she said relaxing and spreading her knees enough for him and the camera to have a nice up skirt view of her white panty. "Many of our actresses have a high degree of modesty when they are out and about in their private lives. They are able to separate their work as a porn star from their other job as a mother and wife." "I see." "How long have you been married?" "Fifteen years." "Do you have children?" "Yes." "How many?" "Three?" "What are their names and ages?" "Seth is thirteen, Josh is eleven, and Gwen is seven." "Do you feel better?" "Yes, but will this information be in the movie. I don't want my kids names mentioned. There'd be more of a chance of someone recognizing me." "Oh, no, definitely not. We won't use any of your personal information in the film. Matter of fact, I'm not even filming, yet. See," he said pointing to the camera light. "The red light isn't on, yet. Moreover, we won't even use your real name, Elaine. A narrator in the film will give each woman a different identity." "Oh, okay, that's a relief." "Now, that the interview process is completed, next is to film you reading a mini-scene. This mini-scene will show me how you will appear on camera. The camera loves some women and not others. I've seen the most beautiful women who are just not photogenic and then, conversely, the most ordinary of women appear star like through the camera lens. Further, this mini-scene, if you are selected for the movie, is what I will use in the movie." "I see." "As per it says in the release and disclosure, Double Dare Films will pay you $100 for your time and if your mini-scene is chosen we will pay you an additional $168 giving you a one day total of $268 for 15 minutes of acting. If the movie is a financial success, than you have the opportunity to make more money, depending, of course, on the success of the film but anywhere from $500 to $5,000." "I hope you make millions of dollars, then," she said with a nervous smile. "Me, too. Now, please read this prepared script," he said handing her a type written page of dialogue. This will show me your acting ability. By the way, for this film, it doesn't matter if you have acting ability or not. It doesn't matter if you haven't acted before. What is important is if the camera likes you or not." "Okay," she said relaxing her posture a bit more on the couch and flashing him a bit more of her panty. She's certainly an attractive enough woman, but he wouldn't know until he viewed her video later, if he'd use her or not. "I want you to read it over before reciting it aloud. Read it as many times as you'd like. Take all the time you need. Try and memorize as much as you can. Then, imagine that you are the woman in the scene, a woman who is lusted over by her husband's best friend. Feel her, imagine her emotion, and then recite it with feeling, as if you are her." "Coincidentally, that happened to me in real life." "What did, Honey." "My husband's best friend has been making passes at me for years. Once, while my husband was inside the house going to the bathroom and getting more beer, his friend pulled my bikini top off me in the pool. He was all over my tits trying to suck my nipples and he put my hand down his bathing trunks. He made me feel his cock." "Well, there's a scene that I could use at some later date, but for now, let's get back to our mini-scene." "Okay," she said glancing down at the script and looking back at him. "I will play the part of Anthony. Let me know whenever you are ready, Elaine." He watched Elaine study the script. She read it over three or four times. "I'm ready." "Take 1, Elaine," he said snapping his movie director clapper board. "Lights!" The lights dimmed. "Camera!" The lens zoomed in on her from her feet to her head. "And Action!" He said pointing to Elaine for her to begin. "Anthony, this is wrong. You are my husband's best friend." "Elaine, I've lusted over you for three years. I can't contain my passion for you any longer. You are so beautiful. I want to make love to you." "I have feelings for you, too, Anthony, but my husband would be devastated if he ever found out about us." "There's no reason for him to know. I won't tell, if you don't tell." "I'm sorry, Mr. Carter," said Elaine. "Please call me Dan," he said without stopping the filming. "I'm sorry, Dan, but there's a part here where we kiss." "Yes." "Do you and I, I mean, we actually kiss?" "Yes." "Oh, uhm, well, what kind of a kiss, I mean—" "You read the script. You kiss how you feel? Do you feel passion for Anthony, a man who has lusted over you for years and a man that admittedly you have feelings for, too? What kind of is do you think that would be?" "Okay, I see," she said looking down at the script before looking back at him. She had big, brown beautiful eyes. "Take 2, Elaine," he said snapping his movie director clapper board. "Lights! Camera! Action!" He pointed to Elaine for her to begin. "Anthony, this is wrong. You are my husband's best friend." "Elaine, I've lusted over you for three years. I can't contain my passion for you any longer. You are so beautiful. I want to make love to you." "I have feelings for you, too, Anthony, but my husband would be devastated if he ever found out about us." "There's no reason for him to know. I won't tell if you don't tell." Dan walked to her, pulled her close, and kissed her probing her mouth with his tongue. Reluctantly at first, but then more passionately, she returned his kiss. Now, they were making out like teenagers at a drive-in movie. With his right hand he felt her left breast through her dress and her bra. He felt her nipple immediately harden. Then, he explored her panty clad ass beneath her dress with his left hand. When he tried to insert a finger in the front of her panty, she pulled away. "I'm sorry, Mr. Carter," she said. "Call me Dan." "I'm sorry, Dan." "What's wrong?" "It's just you surprised me when you touched me like that. I didn't know you were going to grope, I mean feel me. Sorry, I mean touch me like that." "Did you read the release and disclosure waiver before signing it?" "Yes." "You realize that you are auditioning for an adult film, don't you?" "Yes." "You do realize what an adult film is, don't you?" "Yes, of course." She looked at him. "I'm sorry. I just needed to make a mental adjustment is all, no one but my husband has ever touched me like that. I mean, you were about to finger, my, you know." "Pussy? Vagina? Clit? It's just acting, Elaine. None of this is real. I have a wife and kids. We all go home to our mundane lives, as if this is just another day at the office." "I see. Well, I'm not like that, I guess. I need love for someone to touch me like that." "Well, I think that I have enough information, anyway, Elaine." "Oh, okay," said Elaine looking relieved that her audition was over and getting up from the couch ready to leave. "Did I ruin my audition by being reluctant to your touch?" "No, not at all, you're delightful. I think the viewer will eat up your performance." "Is that what you call this, my performance?" "Well, certainly, that's what it is. Isn't it?" "Yes, I guess so," she said taking a step towards the door. "I just need to see your body." "Pardon?" "I just need to see your body." "My body?" "Yes, I need for you to undress for the camera." "For the camera?" "Yes, I want you to stand directly in front of the camera and undress so that I can film you undressing and film you naked," he said looking up at her and making eye contact. "You mean naked, like in not wearing any clothes?" "Unless you'd rather not apply for the job, you are free to leave without completing your audition. It's entirely your decision. I'm not forcing you to do anything that you haven't already agreed to do by signing our disclosure," he said holding up her signed disclosure. "Yes, of course. I do really need the money and you did say that there is a chance to make even more money with this one audition." "Yes, Elaine. I'm choosing dozens of actresses to be in my film and if I chose you, I will pay you an additional $168. Moreover, if the film is a financial success, you may earn as much as $5,000." "My husband isn't working and his unemployment is running ending soon. There aren't any jobs and we really could use the money." "Make up your mind, Elaine. As you saw in the other room and the line of women that waited outside, I have other women waiting for their audition." "Of course," she said reaching down for the hem of her dress and in a quick move, she pulled it up and over her head. She stood there in her white bra and white bikini panty. "Well, you have nothing to be ashamed of, Elaine. You have a very nice body. Okay, smile for the camera. Turn left please. Turn right please. Turn all the way around. Bend at the waist as if you are reaching for something. Now, face the camera and remove your bra." "Oh, God, I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm going to show you my tits. No one has ever seen my tits, except for my husband, his friend in the pool, but it was at night, and those dates that sucked my tits before I was married, but that was in a dark, parked car. It's so bright in here," she said taking a breath to look up at the lights. "Will this be on the Internet?" "No, it's only for private distribution only." "Gees, I don't know. My husband would be so mad with me. Although, he always wanted me to go to a nude beach. He's always after me to flash my tits to his friends and to truckers on the highway, and I did flash my tits to a trucker once. I was so nervous. Still, this is weird flashing my tits to that little red light on that camera." "If you want to work in adult films, Elaine, you really need to show me and my camera your tits." She turned away from the camera, reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and removed it. She stood like that with her hands cupping her tits. "Oh, God, my husband would divorce me if he knew I was doing this." "You need to turn to the camera, Elaine." "Okay. I really need this money." "And drop your hands." Turning beat red; she dropped her hands and exposed her B cup tits to Dan and the camera. Her nipples were already erect. She had nice average tits that didn't sag or showed stretch marks. "You have very nice natural tits, Elaine. May I?" "If you must, I mean, if it's part of the audition to get me this job. I could really use the money." He reached out his hand and cupped one breast and then the other fingering each nipple as he caressed and felt her tit. "You're breasts are very firm and my viewers will love your big nipples." He leaned down and took one in his mouth and then the other. "Okay," she said pushing his head away. "I'm only doing this for the camera, Elaine. Think of me as you would your doctor." "My doctor never sucked my nipples," she said under her breath. "Now, remove your panty." He waited for her to remove her panty. "Imagine that you are at a nude beach and everyone is naked." She stood frozen looking like she was about to bolt. "Oh, God, do I really have to remove my panty, too?" In one quick swipe, Dan removed his sweat pants and stood naked below the waist. "Oh, my God. You have such a big thing," she said pointing to his cock. "You mean my cock?" "I've never seen one that big," she said staring it his prick. "I need for you to remove your panty, Elaine." She slid her panty down exposing a full, dark bush of pubic hair while still not removing her eyes from his swollen member. "That's quite the forest, you have there, Elaine. If we hire you for future films, we'd want to either trim or wax that off completely. Would you agree to that?" "Sure," she said seeming more relaxed now that she was naked. "By the way, not everyone in your films have sex." "That's correct." "Couldn't I be one of the background actresses who wants around in the nude rather than sucking someone's cock?" "If you are that uncomfortable with the sex part of it and, depending upon the script, if we have such a part, I'll keep you in mind." "Okay," she said. "Turn to the left. Turn to the right. Turn completely around and bend over. Stay in that position, please." He walked up behind her and ran his cock along her ass crack, as he reached up and felt her tits at the same time. "What are you doing?" She jumped, turned to face him, and looked down at his cock. "Of course, you realize that you'll be having sex in this film." "Yes, I mean, no. You scared me. I didn't expect...I'm sorry. I didn't think that we'd be having sex now. I mean, I'm still trying to adjust to the fact that I stripped naked in front of you, that you tried to finger me, you felt my tits, and sucked my nipples. Now, you are standing there with your thing hanging out and pressed up against my ass while you are feeling my tits, again." "Take me in your hand please and stroke me to an erection." "What?" "I want you to take my cock in your hand," he said pulling her hand to him by her wrist. "And stroke me to an erection." Obediently, as if in a hypnotic trance or daze, she reached for his cock and stroked him. "Oh, my God. You have such a big thing. My husband would kill me if he knew I had another man's thing in my hand." "Get on your knees, please." "What?" "Kneel down, please." "On my knees? Why?" "Don't worry. I'm not a religious man. We're not going to pray." "You want me to blow you? Gees, Mister, I don't know if I can do that. I mean, I really need the money, but I can't suck your thing. What if you shoot your stuff in my mouth and I swallow some by accident?" "No, you don't have to actually blow me, Elaine. I just need you to take me in your mouth. I need to know your level of cock sucking skill. I still have thirty-nine women to interview. I assure you that I won't be cumming in your mouth, unfortunately, that's something that I can't assure the fortieth woman who takes my cock in her mouth." "Oh, my God. Give me a minute. Okay? My husband would go crazy if he ever knew that I took another man's thing in my mouth. My husband's thing is the only thing that—" "Calm down, Elaine, and take a breath. You do know how to suck cock, I hope." "Yes, I do. My husband said that I am very good at it," she said. "He's been trying to get me to suck his best friend's thing, but I won't. That's just nasty." "Do you swallow, Elaine?" "Do I swallow? You mean the warm, gooey stuff? "Yes." "Yes, I swallow. What else are you supposed to do with it?" "Well, some women spit it out and others prefer having the man pull out his thing, I mean, his cock and cum on her tits." "Eww!" Elaine got down on her knees, closed her eyes, leaned forward, and took Dan's cock in her mouth. Dan placed his hand behind her head and pushed. "Suck it, Elaine. Suck it like you love me." In the next chapter, a first time for everything, Robin, a virgin, who has never even seen a cock before, auditions for Double Dare Adult Films. * Thank you for reading my story. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote, make a public comment, and/or give me feedback. Your support is why I write. Your feedback will motivate me to write a better story the next time. If you haven't already, please take moment to add me and/or this story or any other of my stories to your list of favorites. Thanks, Freddie, Bostonfictionwriter. To be continued... Lights! Cameral! Action! Take 03 "Rita," said Dan on the intercom. "Yes, Mr. Carter." "Ask Lance and Rod to come in, please." Lance, a tall, blonde, blue-eyed version of Troy Donahue or Tab Hunter and Rod, a muscular man looking much like a shorter version of Arnold Schwarzenegger when he was in his prime, entered his office. "I have a unique applicant to interview," he said with a laugh. "Do you think that you two can handle her?" The two men looked up at the closed circuit television screen that showed the waiting room outside Dan's office. "She's not the big ugly, old one, is she? She looks angry, Dan," said Rod. "I'm going to have to pass on her," said Rod. "My, uhm, back has been hurting lately. I was doing heavy squats when I heard something pop. I'd do her otherwise. You know I would. Give her to Lance." "No, she's the cute, young blonde sitting in the corner." "Number 2," asked Lance? "She hot, really hot." "Nothing gets by you Lance," said Dan. "Yes, number 2 is the next one." "Definitely, I can handle her," said Rod. "It's a miracle. As soon as I got up to look at the monitor, my back suddenly felt better." "Yeah, I bet," said Dan. "It's a miracle that I still employ you." "She's not lesbian is she," asked Lance? "For some reason, lesbians don't like me." "That's because you're prettier than they are," said Rod. "Fuck you," said Lance to Rod. "So," asked Rod, "what's wrong with her?" "She's a virgin," said Dan with a smug smile. "She's a virgin," repeated Lance. "Get the fuck out of here," said Rod. "Do they still make those? I thought they were extinct. No one is a virgin today." Rod gave Lance a high five. "Look at her. Take a good look. She looks really young," said Lance, "jailbait young. That explains why she's a virgin. I don't think she's of age, Dan. You need to get her the Hell out of here. You don't want to mess around with that shit, I don't care if she looks like an angel." "Rita," said Dan. "Yes, Mr. Carter." "Send in the next applicant, please. "Yes, Mr. Carter." The door opened enough for the cute, young, blonde woman to peek her head inside. She was adorable. Angelic in nature, she looked like she just came to the big city from the farm. With her rosy cheeks, blue eyes, and long blonde hair, butter would melt in her mouth. If you imagine a Swedish woman skiing in the Alps or a Dutch woman sipping coffee in Amsterdam, she is the very vision you'd imagine. "Come in, don't be shy." "I'm Dan Carter the Executive Producer and Director," he said standing and walking towards her with his outstretched hand. These handsome gentlemen are two of my actors, Lance Ram and Rod Steel." "Pleased to meet you," she said holding out her hand and shaking Dan's, Lance's, and Rod's hand. "I'm Robin." "Such a perfect name for such a beautiful woman," said Lance. "Thank you," she said with a smile while turning pink with embarrassment. "If you don't mind me asking you, how old are you?" "I'm eighteen." "You look thirteen," said Rod. "I hope to God you really are eighteen. I love the young, innocent look," he said with a bit of drool present on his lip. "The camera will love you." "May I see some identification, a driver's license?" "Yes, Sir." "Today is your eighteenth birthday," said Dan passing off her license for Lance and Rod to examine. "It looks legitimate to me, Boss," said Lance. "Yeah, it even has the hologram and the photo doesn't appear to be altered. It's real," said Rod handing the license back to the young, woman. "Well, Happy Birthday, Robin," said Dan. "Thank you." "Happy Birthday," said Lance giving her a peck on the lips. "Happy Birthday," said Rod French kissing her while reaching his hand around to squeeze her ripe ass and ending his molestation of her by feeling her A cup tit. "That was totally rude, Dude," whispered Lance to Rod. "What the Hell is wrong with you? I think your steroids have gone to your brain." "If you think that's rude, wait to you see what I do to her in a few minutes," Rod whispered back to Lance. "It says here that you're a virgin." "Yes, Sir." "You've never had sexual intercourse?" "Sexual intercourse?" "Yes," said Dan. To hear her say those words was like hearing a Sunday School Teacher say something totally appropriate. "Do you mean allowing a man to stick his erect penis in my wet pussy while he humps me and I hump him back until he ejaculates his load of cum in a condom or in my pussy?" She so very was delightful in her explanation of the sexual act. "Well, yes, I guess that's what I mean by sexual intercourse. Only the way you say it paints a much better graphic image of the sex act than I did by merely mentioning sexual intercourse and, somehow hearing it drip from your lips, it doesn't sound dirty," he said reaching down to adjust his erection. "So, you didn't answer my question. Have you had sexual intercourse?" "No, Sir, I've never had sexual intercourse." "Have you ever given a blowjob?" "A blowjob?" "Yes," said Dan. Again, hearing her repeat the word blowjob sounded so innocent coming from her, yet arousing at the same time. "Do you mean allowing a man to stick his big, hairy cock in my mouth, tightening my lips around it, and sucking it while stroking him with my little hand? Do you mean giving him a blowjob by swirling my tongue around the head of his cock until he shoots a warm, gooey load of cum in my mouth and down my throat before licking him clean?" Rod and Lance just looked at her with their tongues hanging out of their mouths and their pants tented. "Well, yes, I guess that's what I mean by a blowjob. Again you do wonderfully well describing the sexual act of giving a blowjob. So, again, you didn't answer my question. Have you given a blowjob?" "No, Sir, I've never given one of those." "Have you ever given a hand job?" "A hand job?" "Yes," said Dan. Either this woman was dropped from an animated cartoon set or she was purposely driving everyone mad with desire for her by teasing them with these erotic explanations. Moreover, the fact that someone who looked like her was basically talking so erotically dirty added to the lustful desire for her. "Do you mean, unzipping his pants while we are making out, sticking my hand in his pants and feeling his bulging cock through the thin cotton fabric of his shorts before pulling it out of his underwear and wrapping my delicate fingers around a man's flaccid cock while stroking him to an erection? Do you mean by giving a hand job I tighten my grip around his stiff cock and stroke him faster and faster until he explodes his warm sticky seed all over my little hand and in between my fingers or across my naked breasts or gives me a cum bath by shooting his load across my face, in my mouth, up my nose, in my eyes, and all over my long, blonde, soft, lush hair?" "Well, yes, I guess that's what I exactly mean by a hand job. Once, again, your mastery of description paints such an erotic image that we are all hot to do you. Only, once again, you failed to answer my question. Have you given a blowjob?" "No, Sir, I've never given one of those either. Matter of fact, I've never even seen a penis. This is my first time for everything." Rod stood, unzipped his pants and was about to pull out his cock and stick it in her face. "Rod! Still down please. I'm not done interviewing Robin." Because of his stiff erection, he had a difficult time zipping up his pants. "Have you ever allowed anyone to give you pleasure orally?" "Pleasure me orally?" "Oh, God, yes," said Dan. "Do you mean, allowing a man or a woman, for that matter, to fall between my legs while sticking his or her tongue along the soft hairless lips of my pussy, reaching up to feel and caress my tits while pulling out and twisting my nipples. Do you mean having a man or a woman lick and suck my clit and finger fuck me with his or her long, stiff fingers while reaching up with his or her other hand to play with my nipples?" "You are amazing, Robin. Yes, that is exactly what I mean. Yet, again, you forgot to answer my question. Has anyone eaten your pussy?" "No, I've never had anyone eat my pussy, either." "Tell me, for someone who has never been fucked, has never sucked, has never given a hand job, has never even seen a penis, and who has never had her pussy licked and fingered, how do you know so much about it?" "I read a lot and I've watched a couple of your porn movies. My Dad has a whole collection." "Which one of my movies have you seen?" "Brenda Takes A Job As The Only Woman At The Steel Mill and Phyllis, The Lone Cowgirl, Sleeps Naked In The Bunkhouse." "Well, would you like to try giving both a hand job and a blowjob today, while being fucked doggie style?" "I'm eager to do my best to get both Lance and Rod off, if that is the reason why they are here." "No, not at all, even though Lance and Rod, especially Rod, are eager to cum in your mouth and in your pussy, they'll be no passing of fluids today. This is just an audition." Rod jumped to his feet to grab Robin. "Rod! Sit! This is the interview process. I haven't even reached the audition process, yet, where she reads a script." "Reads a script," said Rod obviously annoyed and sexually frustrated. "Are you kidding me? Just look at her. I've seen all I need to see to know that Robin has real talent and a knack for this type of work." "Take a breath and cool down, Rod. You'll have your chance to get better acquainted with Robin later. Think of something other than sex." "Okay, I'm sorry," said Rod taking some deep breaths. "Dumbbells, barbells, bench presses, squats—" "Silently, Rod, think silently." "Sorry, Boss." "So, Robin," said Dan, "why suddenly now?" "I'm of legal age, silly," she said that with such a cute smile that it made you want to stick your cock in her mouth. "I can't think of a better way for me to lose my virginity, celebrate my birthday, and make some extra cash all at the same time." "You've come to the right place, Robin," said Dan. "Should I take out my gum," said Robin blowing her last bubble, "before sucking cock?" "Oh, yeah," said Rod. "Definitely, there'll be no room in your mouth for anything else but my cock." "Let's not jump the gun, here, Rod. I still need Robin to read for me." "How rude of me," said Dan. "Please have a seat Robin. You've been standing all this time." Robin sat on the couch across from Dan sitting behind his desk and Lance and Rod flanked his desk with their chairs. Both Lance and Rod turned their chairs to face Robin. When she sat with her mini-skirt, she flashed her panties, and even with her knees tightly closed, her thin, shapely thighs gave the material of her dress the perfect bridge that allowed them to still see a triangular patch of panty. "As I do with all the women I'll be interviewing today, I must give you my spiel. Now, that the interview process is completed, next is to film you reading a mini-scene. This mini-scene will show me how you will appear on camera. The camera loves some women and not others. I've seen the most beautiful women who are just not photogenic and then, conversely, the most ordinary of women appear star like through the camera lens. Further, this mini-scene, if you are selected for the movie, is what I will use in the movie." "I'm not worried," she said. "I've been told that I'm very photogenic." "Good," said Dan continuing his spiel. "As per it says in the release and disclosure, Double Dare Films will pay you $100 for your time and if your mini-scene is chosen we will pay you an additional $168 giving you a one day total of $268 for 15 minutes of acting. If the movie is a financial success, than you have the opportunity to make more money, depending, of course, on the success of the film but anywhere from $500 to $5,000." "Wow, that's great. I hope your film is a big success," she said smiling so sweetly. "We all hope that this film is the one that puts us over the top," he said returning her smile. "Now, please read this prepared script," he said handing her a type written page of dialogue. "This will show me your acting ability. By the way, for this film, it doesn't matter if you have acting ability or not. It doesn't matter if you haven't acted before. What is important is if the camera likes you or not." She was certainly an attractive enough woman and very sweet, but he wouldn't know until he viewed her video later to see if he'd use her or not. "Yes, I understand," she said leaning forward to study the script while giving Dan, Lance, and Rod a nice down blouse view of her tits. "She's not wearing a bra," Rod mouthed the words to Lance with a shit eating grin before returning his gaze down her blouse. Lance made a sour face at his perverted co-star. "I want you to read it over before reciting it aloud. Read it as many times as you'd like. Take all the time you need. Try and memorize as much as you can. Then, imagine that you are the woman, a virgin, in the scene, an innocent woman who is sexually assaulted by two of her best friends and forced to give them sex. Feel her, imagine her emotion, and then recite it with feeling, as if you are her." "Wow! That sounds really hot," she said glancing down at the script and looking back at him. "Lance and Rod will play themselves. Let me know whenever you are ready, Robin." He watched her study the script. She was such a pretty girl. Never would he have imagined her to be the type auditioning for an adult film. Yet, over the years, he had seen them all come and go. She read it over three or four times. "I'm ready." "Take 1, Robin," he said snapping his movie director clapper board. "Lights!" The lights dimmed. "Camera!" The lens zoomed in on her from her feet to her head. "And Action!" He said pointing to Robin for her to begin. "Nice towel," said Lance. "I just finished showering," said Robin, "when I heard the doorbell. I wasn't expecting you guys for another hour. You can watch television until I get ready. The Sox are playing a Fenway. It already started I think." "We don't want to watch a ballgame," said Rod. "We came here for you." Rod reached out and in one quick pull, he grabbed the towel off her body. She stood naked before her childhood friends desperately trying to cover herself with her hands and arms. "Have you gone mad?" "Yes, we are mad with desire for you," said Lance. Rod reached out and threw her over his shoulder and carried her in the bedroom. Lance grabbed anything that he could find belts and scarves to tie her to the bed. "Please don't do this. This is rape." "It's time that you are no longer a virgin, Robin. You've been teasing us forever. We know you want us." "Yes, I do, but not like this, not forced. Can't we go see a movie first, and then grab a bite to eat? I can date you both. After a month or two or longer of dating, we can make out a little before—" "Shut up, Bitch," said Rod slapping her across her face. "Well, I think we have quite enough," said Dan. "We were just getting to the part where she was going to suck my cock, Dan," said Rod. "It's just a script Rod." "So," asked Robin, "what happens now? "What happens now is that we continue our interview in private." "In private? That's bullshit. Couldn't we just stay to watch," said Rod. "Get out," said Dan. "I promise I won't even make a comment." "Out," said Dan pointing to the door. "Come on, Rod. It will be that much more exciting if Dan picks her to make a film with us." "Yeah, but look at her. I really wanted to fuck her. She's so freaking gorgeous." Lance and Rod reluctantly left Dan's office. "Is he always like that," asked Robin? "Rod is insatiable. Lance is okay. I use Rod for all the group sex movies. He's perfect for multiple cum shots. The guy can cum three times in an hour." "That's amazing. So, what did you think of my reading?" "I thought it was quite good and before I even view the video, I know the camera will love you. You're a natural." He looked at her feeling a bit uncomfortable asking her. She was so very young and obviously so innocent. Yet, he asked her nonetheless. "So, now what? Do you call me?" "Yes, we will be in touch with you, but before you go, I need to see your body." "Sure," she said standing unabashedly. "I thought you'd never ask." Uninhibited and without modesty, she pulled her dress over her head and briefly stood before him in just her high heels and panties. In one quick pull, she removed her panty. "I just had my pussy waxed. What do you think?" "It's lovely," he said inhaling her. "Feel it," she said stepping closer to him. "It's so soft." He reached out his hand and cupped her pussy before parting her lips with her finger. "That feels so good," she said. "I'm so wet right now. Rub my clit while fucking me with your finger. Obediently, he accommodated her every wish. He leaned forward and took her perfect A cup tits in his mouth, first one and then the other. "You have a beautiful body. How tall are you and what do you weigh?" "I'm 5'7" and weight 115 pounds," she said giving him a smile. "Can I see it now?" "See what?" "Youre cock, of course, silly. I've never seen one before." Dan stood and dropped his sweat pants. "What do you think?" "It's big. Do all cocks look like this?" "Most are smaller and some a bigger." "May I touch you?" "I'd be terribly disappointed if you didn't." She reached out and took his prick in her hand. "I can barely fit my hand around it. It feels good," she said stroking him. "I like how it feels hard and soft at the same time." "Would you think me too forward and think less of me if I took your cock in my mouth? I'm so very curious what it feels like to suck a cock." "I would think more of you if you took my cock in my mouth, my dear," he said. She got on her knees and engulfed him. "Am I doing it right," she said removing his cock to speak before taking the full length of him in her mouth again. She twirled her tongue around the head of his cock while tightening her grip to stroke him. "No one would believe that this is your first time sucking a cock," he said putting his hand to the back of her blonde head while closing his eyes and smiling. "I like sucking your cock, Dan," she said removing him from her mouth. "Would I put you on the spot to ask you to fuck me?" "Not at all, sweetheart. I'm happy to accommodate you in any way that I can." "There may be a mess with me getting blood on your carpet." "I have some plastic that I can toss over the couch." When he pushed her back on the couch and went to mount her, she rolled him over and mounted him. She sat on her torso and reached behind her to position his cock in her pussy. "Wow! That's outrageous," she said as he popped her hymen instantly pooling out blood that colored his balls and thighs. "Oh, my God!" "Am I doing this right?" "You're doing just fine, Honey." She stopped humping him and got off, just before he was about to explode in her pussy. "May, I use your bathroom?" "Of course," he said looking over at the camera to make sure he had captured all of this and all of her. "Well, now that I gave you a hand job, sucked your cock, and fucked you, I'm no longer a virgin. Maybe, next time," she said, "you could lick my pussy." "It would be my pleasure." In the next chapter, racist Myra, who migrated north from the deep south to get away from her KKK family members, sucks a big, black cock in her audition for Double Dare Adult Films. * Thank you for reading my story. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote, make a public comment, and/or give me feedback. Your support is why I write. Your feedback will motivate me to write a better story the next time. Lights! Cameral! Action! Take 03 If you haven't already, please take moment to add me and/or this story or any other of my stories to your list of favorites. Thanks, Freddie, Bostonfictionwriter. To be continued... Lights! Cameral! Action! Take 04 Take 04 -- Myra's Audition. "Rita," said Dan on the intercom. "Yes, Mr. Carter." "Ask Peter to come in, please." Peter, a good looking, tall, thin man, who migrated to America from England several years ago hoping to find stardom in Hollywood, discovered an alternative acting career in pornography and in adult films in Boston, instead. Peter opened Dan's door. "You have quite the crowd, I see, Dan." He looked at Dan and started laughing. "Have you seen some of these women, some of them are just smashing?" "Yes, they are quite the collection of amateur adult film stars, aren't they? Tell me, though, what's your first impression?" "What do you mean?" Peter still had his English accent that endeared him to women, in the way that sometimes a Boston accent makes a person more interesting when they happen upon someone who has never heard the accent. "I mean, the first time you saw such an eclectic collection of women waiting to audition for a porn movie. What's the first thing that came to mind?" "Well, to be honest with you, it reminded me some of the women who frequent that Weird Mart store you chaps are so bonkers about." "You mean, Wal-Mart." "Yes, yes, quite right, sorry, Wal-Mart. We have Tesco and Morrisons' in England." "Well, what if there was a movie, much like how they show the American Idol auditions, but, instead, auditions for an adult film." "Oh, I say, I get it. You are a sly guy, after all, aren't you? Very clever, I say, old chap, very clever." He looked up at the monitor and surveyed the women waiting to be interviewed. "It's human nature to watch average people undressing and having sex in the name of auditioning for a porn film, I would think." Peter stared up at the monitor, again. "Actually, you have a few lovelies out there who I'd like to bugger." "So what do you think of my idea of making a movie of the auditions?" "This really could be quite good, Boss, and you'll save thousands of pounds, as well. As they do in England, they love the singing competition, that's where it started, you know. They especially love the auditions. Some of them are really funny." "Yeah, precisely my point, Peter, and I knew you'd appreciate it, which is one of the reasons why I called you in here." They both laughed again. "Okay, I'll bite, what's the other reason?" "Well, my next applicant, Myra, #3, is from Alabama. She fled there when her family forced her to join the KKK. She mentions in her bio that she's never had sex with a black man and doesn't think that she ever could because of all the racist thoughts her family have ingrained in her over the years." "I'm not black, Boss," said Peter holding up his hands and laughing. "I know, but she also writes in her bio that she enjoys mild bondage being blindfolded and tied. She said that she'd do well if we were making a movie where a home invader blindfolded her, tied her up, and forced her to have sex." "Okay, that sounds exciting and I'm with you, so far." "Well, I need you to meet her, tie her up, and blindfold her. Then, I want you to leave the room and bring in Buff Naked. She'll think that the cock she is sucking is your skinny white cock and not his big, black prick." "Oh, gees, this ought to be good." "Rita," said Dan. "Yes, Mr. Carter." "Send in the next applicant, please. "Yes, Mr. Carter." Myra meekly entered Dan's office. She looked from Peter to Dan and back to Peter. It was obvious that she was smitten with Peter. "Hello, Myra, I'm Dan Carter, the Executive Producer and Director of Double Dare Adult Films and this is one of my stars, Peter Johncox." "Hi," she said, "please to meet y'all." Her southern accent was endearing. She was cute, very cute. About 5'3", she had strawberry blonde hair, blue/green eyes, and freckles. A little heavier than he'd prefer in a women starring in a porn film, especially around the hips, but she looked like she'd film well on camera and her accent was charming. "Please make yourself comfortable," said Dan motioning her with a wave of his hand to have a seat on the couch. Her low cut dress barely covered her C cup breasts and her nipples already made a prominent appearance. When she sat in the soft couch, she flashed them her white panties. She sat there like that with her knees enough apart giving both Dan and Peter a nice, continual view between her legs. "How y'all doin'?" "Good," said Dan. "We're doing well," he said looking to Peter. "It's a nice day. It don't git as hot up here as it does in Al'bama. I like it here better, 'specially with the four seasons y'all have." It was cute how she finished her sentences as if she was asking a question. "The first part of the interview is our chatting, as we are doing now, just nice and relaxed talking to get to know one another. Normally, I don't film this part of the audition, but in your case, by what you've written on your bio, I'd like to film this part, if you don't mind." "Sure, sure, that's why up here for to git me in the movie pictures." The way she talked was reminiscent of when Donna Douglas played Elly Mae Clampett of the Beverly Hillbillies. "You understand, of course, that this is an adult movie and not a Hollywood movie." "Yeah, I do. That's okay by me. A girl gots to start somewhere, even if it's on her back or on her knees." "She has a good attitude, Boss," said Peter. "I like her," he said looking back at her and making eye contact with her panties. "Thank you," she said giving him a 'I want to suck your cock' look. "I read that you enjoy being tied up and blindfolded." "Yeah, I do. My brouder and me used to play that game as youngins. Only, it whatent a sexual thing until we got older. In the beginnin' we were just playin' cowboys and Injuns. He played the Injun and I was the pretty pioneer woman alone on the prairie." "Well, that sounds innocent enough," said Dan straining to listen. She talked very fast, but he was able to get her meaning, even with her accent. "Yeah, well, it quickly progressed after we both dropped out of high school and didn't have no jobs. So, while my brouder worked the farm, I sold fruit and vegetables at our farm stand off the main road, while our Daddy went to the city everyday for work in the shoe factory. It all started when we got into Daddy's moonshine. He'd have us take care of his still while he was gone. After stirrin' it and bottlin' it, we coodn't help but try it." "Moonshine, what does that taste like?" "Well, Sir, did you ever have cognac?" "Yes," said Dan, "many times." "Well, imagine something with more of a kick." "I can't imagine." "Well, we'd get bored sometimes and decided to play that game just for laughs. Only, that first time he tied me to the chair as a grownup, I was 18-years-old and he was 19-years-old, almost 20-years-old. My brouder is twenty months older than me. Anyway, after not having played the game since we were youngins, it was different. Suddenly, I cood feel the wetness between my legs and I had sexual feelins' for him, you know. It whatten't nothin', it was all normal like." She looked at Dan with questioning eyes. "We live in a small town, only 600 people. There's not much else to do, sometimes and it gets lonely a lot. Ain't no one comes to our farm 'cept my cousin Bubba and his Daddy Donnie to buy shine and fruit and vegetables from the farm stand." "This sounds like a fun game," said Peter squirming in his seat and subtly adjusting his growing erection with a quick movement of his fingertips. "We've made a few movies with that theme. Besides cross dressing, bondage is one of my favorite things to do, too. I wonder if my sister would play that game with me, sometime." "Well, as soon as he tied my hands, he started feelin' on me. He was feelin' my breasts and fingering my nipples. I didn't say nothin', between the moonshine and his touchin', I was feelin' pretty good. My nipples were sticking straight out and were as hard as Alabama peanuts and bigger 'round. He was makin' me so hot. He was makin' me want him. Then, he moved my nightshirt way up high on my thighs. I cood feel the warm air heat my pussy. I was still in my nightshirt and whatten't wearing no panties. I knew he could see my bush." "Are you bushy or trimmed," asked Dan? "I'm pretty bushy," she said lifting her dress, pulling down her panty, and standing to show both men her light brown bush. "Yeah, you have a forest of fur there." "Yes, Sir," she said before pulling up her panty, smoothing down her dress, and sitting down. "Where was I?" "Your brouder cood, I mean, your brother could see your bush." "Oh, yeah, well, I was so excited, I thought I'd just die. I pretended to resist him, but he forced open my knees for a better look of my pussy. Then, he unbuttoned my nightshirt and I knew he could see my titties, too. I mean, he's seen my titties plenty of time, but this was diff'rent. He never touched them before. Well, the fact that he could see my titties made me even hotter than a barnyard cat after a mouse. Then, when he reached his hand in my nightshirt and touched my bare breast with his palm and fingered my nipples with his fingertips, I thought I was gonna cum. Yessiree, Bob, I did. Yahoo! Tarnation that felt good when he touched me the first time." She stopped talking to look at Dan and back to Peter. "Go ahead, continue, please," said Dan. "Is this the type of stuff you want me talkin' about? I mean, I don't want to ruin my chance for this job because of what me and my brouder did nearly ever day, a couple times a day, for a few months, until he went in the Army. Then, after that, it was just me and Daddy playin' that game on weekends 'cause he had to go to the city to work durin' the week and didn't come home 'til late." "Oh yeah, this is exactly the kind of stuff that our viewers would love to see and hear your talk about," said Dan giving Peter a quick look and a wink. "Well, I'll just stick with the first time then, 'cause, I reckon, the first time was the best time. Whenever I'm masturbatin' myself silly," she said looking around the room as if checking to see who else was there and lowering her voice, "don't tell no one, but—" "Whatever you say here, Myra, is our little secret. It's just you, me, and the camera. No will here what goes on behind this closed door." "Oh, okay, anyway, we don't get much traffic by the farm stand and sometimes, I get horny and can't control my feelin' for myself. That's when those cucumbers start lookin' pretty good to a girl standin' out in the hot sun after a while. Sorry, maybe, I'm sayin' too much. And I don't want to give you the wrong impression, but I never sell the cucumbers I use to masturbate; I keep those ones separate from the others." "No, no, no, you're doing beautifully," said Dan reaching down to adjust his erect cock. "And that's mighty considerate of you to separate the cucumbers like that." "Anyway whenever I want to get myself off, I just have to think of the first time my brouder tied me up and touched me sexually everywhere while I stick that waxy cucumber up my pussy." "I think you'll do well in this business," said Peter. "Don't you think she's talented, Dan." "I do. Yes, indeed, I do. She's a natural." "Well thank yew. That's mighty nice of you to say so. Anyway, so my brouder, after he was feelin' on me and saw my private parts, he must have stripped himself neked because he started rubbin' up on me, too. He was rubbin' his dickie doo up against my hands that were tied behind my back. At first, I was afraid. At first, I closed my hands in a fist, but then I opened them. I had seen his dickie plenty of times. We'd go skinny dippin' by the swamp, but I had never touched it." "Why'd you stop, Myra?" "Are you okay, Mr. Carter? You look all red." "Fine, I'm fine. It's just suddenly got a little hot in here. Aren't you hot, Peter?" "I'm blooming roasting, blimey. Let me just turn the air conditioner on for some cool air. There. Please continue with your story, Myra." "I reached out my fingers and he stuck his dickie doo in my hand. It felt good, warm and soft and hard, all at the same time, you know. He was breathin' kind of heavy. I coodn't see nothin' with the blindfold over my eyes, but I felt all my other senses where better, stronger, you know. Then, I heard him come around to the front of me and he straddled me while I was sitting on the chair. His dickie doo was so close to my face that I could smell it. I had never smelled a dickie doo before. It smelled a little fishy like when we leave those catfish we caught in the swamp out in the sun too long. Then, he started rubbin his dickie doo around my neck, on my chin, and along my cheeks. When he put it by my mouth and touched my lips with it, I know you're gonna think me wicked or perverted, but I stuck out my tongue in licked it a little." "No, not at all. We don't think you're wicked, at all?" "Peter, do you think Myra is a wicked girl?" "Bloody Hell, she's a wonderful girl, Boss. You're a wonderful girl, Myra, my darling." "Thank yew, Peta'." "See? We both think you are a sweet girl, a very sweet girl. A corn pone would melt in your mouth and the butter would drip so delicately from you full lips, down your chin, and collect on your bare naked breasts. Sorry, for the interruption. Sometimes, I get carried away. I digress. Would you like some water," asked Dan standing to hand her a bottle? "Yes, thank yew, I am feeling a bit parched doin' all this talkin'. I don't generally talk this much, usually, because y'all talk so different than me and I'm ashamed how I talk, ignorant like." "We love your accent, don't we, Peter?" "You're as cute as a bug on a rug," said Peter. "You're so cute that I'd love to give you a hug." Peter stood and hugged her while she was still sitting and his erect cock that tented his pants poked her in the eye. "Well, thank yew. Y'all are so nice and friendly. Only, you need to be more careful with that dickie doo thing," she said pointing to his erection. "You could poke an eye out," she said while rubbing her eye. "Oh, I say, I'm terribly sorry," said Peter. "So, please continue, what happened with your brother?" "Well, he rubbed his dickie along my lips and I kept lickin' it not knowin' if I should take it in my mouth or not. Lickin' his dickie is one thing but suckin' on it would be crossin' the line and we'd be doin' incest stuff like they do in West Vaginah. But, I was hot for him. I ain't never had a dickie in my mouth before, so I opened my mouth and took it. I know you're gonna think me sick but—" "No, no, don't be foolish. It was hot, you had some moonshine, it was lonely, you were tied and blindfolded with a naked man in the room who happened to be your brouder, I mean, brother. Things happen." "Yeah, well, I started suckin' on him real good. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to know what it tasted like, his cum, I mean. Then, he really started humpin' my mouth; he put both his hands behind my head and was really humpin' my mouth and fuckin' my face. All of a sudden, he exploded. He nearly gagged me with his dickie, I felt it hit the back of my throat, but then all this warm, gooey, salty tasting stuff, his cum, oozed down my throat. He collapsed right there and fell fast to sleep." "You're kidding?" "No, he just past right out. Maybe, it was the moonshine and the excitement of me sucking his dickie doo, but he went right out." "That's an unbelievable story," said Dan, "isn't it Peter." "I'm totally enamored with this girl, Dan. We must do something together, a film. Make it happen, Danny boy, make it happen." "I was mad 'cause I was still blindfolded and tied up. I coodn't reach him with my feet to kick at him. All I could do was to holler at him. I used my special pig callin' hoopin' holler. Well, I was hollerin' so loud that my cousin' Bubba heard me. He stopped by to buy some shine and when he didn't see me at the farm stand he come drivin' up to the house. He thought there was somethin' wrong, no doubt with me hoopin' hollerin' like I was. Even though I was blindfolded, I knew it was him by the way he creaked the floorboards in the house. He's a big man, not so much tall, but wide. You just know some things and I just knowed it was him. I'm embarrassed by this next part." "No, no, no, please, you mustn't feel bad or embarrassed. It isn't like anything that happened was your fault. You were just taken advantage of, if you are about to tell us what I think you are about to tell us." "Yeah, well, Bubba saw me blindfolded and tied to the chair and my dumb brouder sleepin'. I'm sure he saw my titties hangin' out and my pussy with my nightshirt pulled all the way up to my waist practically. So he stuck his dickie doo in my mouth, too. Only, he wasn't as gentle as my brouder. He put his hand behind my head, pulled my hair real hard and when I opened my mouth to scream, he filled it with his dickie. I had a mind to bite him, but I feared he'd haul off and hit me one." "Pardon me, Dan. I'm sorry for interrupting, Myra, but may I have some water please, Dan?" "Certainly," said Dan handing him a bottle of cold water. Peter took a long drink and then dumped the rest over his head. "That's so funny," said Myra. "I do that sometimes at the farm stand, it gets so hot." "Don't mind him, Myra," said Dan shooting Peter and dirty look. "Please continue." Well, Sir, after he exploded his stuff in my mouth, I heard him go out to the truck. I could tell it was his truck 'cause he got that creaky door he never fixed and he's got to slam it real hard to close it, so that the light don't stay on and wear down the battery. He goes no where without his Daddy. Next thing I know, I had another dickie doo in my mouth and I'm pretty sure it was my Uncle Donnie's dickie. He was going to town feelin' my titties before he exploded his stuff in my mouth, too. Even though I was hollerin' after them, they left me there like that. I know it's you Bubba! I know it's you Uncle Donnie! At least untie and I'll count to a hundred before I look out after y'all. It didn't matter; I had to wait for my brouder to wake up. Finally, he woke up, but before he untied me, I had to take his Dickie in my mouth, again. I didn't dare tell him that Bubba and Uncle Donnie stuck their dickies in my mouth, too. If I did, he'd haul ass outta there and he'd take a shotgun to them. Yes, Sir, my brouder is a hot head, 'specially after drinking shine." "Well, I don't think we'll need you to read after hearing that story," said Dan. "I would like to get neked, I mean, naked, and, if you don't mind to have Peter blindfold you and tie your wrists behind you. Would it be okay if you sucked his cock? We'd like to determine your cocksucking skills." "Sure, I'd be happy to do that," she said looking at Peter and sliding her tongue over her lips. In the next chapter, Myra sucks Buff Naked's cock in her audition for Double Dare Adult Films. * Thank you for reading my story. I sincerely hope you enjoyed it. Please take a moment to vote, make a public comment, and/or give me feedback. Your support is why I write. Your feedback will motivate me to write a better story the next time. If you haven't already, please take moment to add me and/or this story or any other of my stories to your list of favorites. Thanks, Freddie, Bostonfictionwriter. To be continued...