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Taken Six Times

By: Linda Jean



This is the story of a young actress, a woman just starting out in the movie business whose agent got her a part in a movie with a 6 a.m. call. Linda showed up an hour before the time she was set to be there. She wanted to make a good impression on the director. 

She was also going to be making her first movie, according to her agent. Linda had seen many of Mr. Harris' movies and she wanted to really do a good job. She knew that if she did, it would mean more acting jobs in other movies. 

Linda's husband, Peter, is an accountant in a large L.A. firm and he shared in Linda's excitement, knowing this could be her big break. The script she was sent had her as the first victim of a serial rapist. She had four pages of lines and she had them down pat.

Linda was also full of questions because the script painted a rather graphic scene for her. The script she was sent simply said at the top, "Unnamed script" Her agent said that Hollywood does that sometimes so no one finds out what movie is being made and helps with the secrecy.

The bad guy was simply given the name of Jake, and the rapist was described as a big black man who got off on forcing women to submit to him. The main star of the film was a female detective whose job it became to catch him before he could rape again. 

They called Linda in to makeup. While she was sitting in the chair, one of Mr. Harris' assistants came over to meet her and answer any questions. She also went over Linda's lines.

The assistant asked Linda if she had any questions. Linda started off by saying, "I have never had a sex scene in anything before this. How do I, I mean, how will we do it, you know, without really doing it?"

The woman said, "Oh, you're not in any sex scene, honey. It is a simple rape sequence. Ron is going to pick you up at a the bar, drug you and take you back to your apartment where you fall asleep. You wake up with him entering you. That is when you go nuts trying to fight him off."

Linda interrupted her and asked, "Who is Ron? I thought Jake was raping me?"

The assistant gave her a look and said, "Ron Patterson -- he is the bad guy in the film. Didn't you read the script we sent over?"

Linda felt a little foolish. She had read it, but all the script said was the name Jake and First Victim (yet to be named) She had no idea who the bad guy was. The name Ron Patterson sure as hell did not ring any bells.

Linda said, "Yeah, I read it. I didn't know the actor playing Jake was Ron Patterson. I'm new to all this. How is he going to rape me without, you know, actually doing it?"

The woman said, "Honey, that is what acting is all about. We know what to do, what camera angle to get to make something that is fake look real. Right before the rape they will put a cover over your privates and Ron, I mean, Jake will put on a sling cover on his front. It is like a glove so nothing will be touching anything. Don't worry, we do this all the time. Now get in there and get your dress on."

They had been walking and talking, so when the assistant said to get into wardrobe Linda was already at the trailer door. Stepping into wardrobe, a woman walked up and asked her if she was Victim Number One. It threw her for a moment because she almost forgot that her character did not have a name yet. 

She said, "Yes, I am. When do they give me a name?" 

The woman said, "I don't know, honey, it's just my job to get you dressed for your scene." 

They put her in a very sexy evening dress. The script mentioned that Jake would pick his victims from high-class parties, drug them and take them back to their homes where he would rape them while filming his act on a video camera to keep for his personal collection. In the story that is how he gets caught and convicted.

After she was dressed, Linda looked in the mirror and wished that her husband was there to see how beautiful they had made her look. She felt lovely and sophisticated. Linda walked out to the set, where everyone seemed busy doing all kinds of things. People were working the lights, all kinds of people were just standing around, and everyone was waiting.

Linda walked up to the lady who had escorted her to wardrobe and asked, "Where should I stand?" 

The assistant yelled over to another person and asked, "Where do you want Victim Number One at?" 

The man pointed to a table, but another man yelled out, "No, I want her at the bar, getting a drink, when Ron comes in. He'll walk over to her and listen to the music. When she turns around, he drops the pill in, and when she finishes the drink, he takes her on the dance floor and out the door." 

The lady asked, "Do we have a name for her yet?"

He didn't say anything. 

The lady looked at Linda. "You got a name, honey, you want to be called?" 

I looked at her and all I could think of was Rose, so I told her and she said, "No, can't use Rose; we have a Rose. How about Audrey? That'd work." Then, yelling out to the same man, she asked, "How's Audrey work? Want to call Victim One Audrey?" 

The man looked up and nodded his head, and the woman said, "OK, honey, Audrey it is. I'll let the scriptwriter know we have a name. Now, go stand at the bar and when the director says 'action,' act like you are listening to the music and just drinking your drink." 

I walked over to an empty stool (the only one) and stood next to it. After all she did say to stand. I waited for a long time and finally someone yelled out, "Quiet on the set! Everybody ready!"

"We are playing a tech disco song, make it 'Locomotion.' Everybody make it look like you are having fun, but no one say one word except Jake and ... what's her name?" 

A woman yelled out, "Audrey." 

The man said, "OK, Audrey, you ready?" 

He did not wait for an answer, just started giving directions. He said, "When Jake takes you on the dance floor, just follow him. This is a quick scene. I don't want to be here all fucking day." 

"OK, everyone, ready, ACTION!" 

I stood there and I expected to hear music. I picked up the glass in front of me and sipped it, it was tea. I looked in the mirror and everyone looked like they were dancing and talking but even with all the movement going on, there was not one sound. The bartender was walking up to people and it looked like he was asking them what they wanted and he began mixing drinks. The only sound I could hear was the sounds the glasses made when he mixed the fake drinks.

I was lost in what I was seeing when I realized that the guy playing Jake had walked up next to me. He said, "Hi, doll, are you using this stool?" My line was, "No, it's empty, sit down," and then I heard someone yell, "CUT!" 

"Where's my fucking sound? I can't hear a goddamn word she is saying. Do it again and make sure I get her voice. Ready, now, ACTION!"

It all started over again and this time when I said my line, Jake sat down and asked if he could buy me another drink. I responded with my line, "I'm drinking screwdrivers." Jake motioned with his hand for another drink and right away it was there. I was to turn and look at the dancing and while my back was turned to Jake he was to drop a pill into my drink.

I moved a little like I was enjoying the music keeping a beat going in my head that seemed to match what everyone else in the room was doing. Jake handed me my drink and asked me to hold his stool a minute while he made a call. I picked up my drink and said I would.

He left and as he walked, the camera followed him. A person tapped me on my shoulder, and I turned to be handed an empty glass. A few moments went by and Jake was back. He walked up to me and asked me to dance.

I knew that this part was going to be difficult for me because I am not a good dancer even when music is playing. We went out and the cameras were so close I was afraid we were going to hit them. Needless to say, I was not doing well and Jake's next line asked, "Are you all right, honey? You look out of it." I knew my next line, "Yeah, I need to go home." Jake stopped dancing and walked me to the door. We walked out and the director yelled, "CUT!" 

"Great. Now get over to the set four and let's get this shot this morning."

We did not have to walk far, maybe four or five feet, where they had a set-up like a small apartment. I was supposed to be barely able to walk, according to the script. When the director yelled action, Jake opened the door and with me draped around him he brought me in and dropped me on the bed.

I was to lay there while he undressed me and laid me down under the covers. According to the script I was given, they wanted an R rating, so the only things that could be shown were my breasts. 

Jake skillfully undressed what appeared to be my almost-passed-out body. While this was going on, I was to mumble, but not actually say anything. He got me under the covers and went to the other side, undressed and also slipped under the covers. The director again yelled "CUT!" 

"Get the covers in place and let's get this done," he told the crew. 

He walked over to the bed looking at me and said, "Honey, you are doing great. Now, don't fuck this up. Let's get a nice clean take and get out of here. 

"Give me a good rape scene and you can go." 

Jake threw off the covers and sat there while someone from wardrobe came over and handed him something. At the same time a woman came over to me and had me stand, putting a robe on me as I stood. She knelt down and pressed a molded, latex, flesh-looking cover down over my private parts.

She said, "Give it a moment, and it will stick. I should have shaved you, but I did not know you had so much hair. It should hold, but if it comes off, let me know and I'll shave you."

All the time this was going on, the crew members were all busy changing lights and setting up cameras. I heard Jake complain, saying, "Jesus, this is too fucking small. This ain't going to hold me. I need a larger size."

One of the assistants said, "Yeah, in your mind." 

The director came over and after talking with Jake said, "Use tape. Just tape him in it." 

Jake said disgustedly, "Great, this is fucking great!"

I laid back down in bed under the covers and they finished with Jake and he got in bed with me. The director came over to us and said, "Now listen, Jake, this is going good, don't fuck this up. Do your scene and make it look real but no fucking hanky-panky under there and I fucking mean it. Your fucking fingers do not go any lower than her belly button and the closest you get to her is her upper thigh. You got that? I don't need another fucking lawsuit."

According to the script, it is now the next morning. Jake had fallen asleep with me. He wakes up and he was to act as if he was finger-fucking me under the covers while he gets worked up talking dirty to me, calling me a whore and telling me how he is going to fuck me so hard I won't walk for a week.

I was so fucking nervous, I shivered with excitement. I mean, well, OK, it was excitement. I had never ever laid with another man. I have never even seen a black man naked and here I was in bed with one. I was to be on my back when Jake wakes me up by molesting me. I was to wake up slowly and at first respond until I became fully awake and realize what was going on. I was to wake up completely when he gets on top of me and it was then I was supposed to yell and try to get him off of me.

I heard the director yell out, "Quiet on the set, lights on." They came on, and he said, "Ready, ACTION."

I felt Jake's hand on my belly button and he was moving his wrist. He was talking dirty me: "How's that feel, whore? You like those fingers in you like this. You're nice and fucking tight. I bet you never had a real man's cock in you, have you, baby. You're going to get one now. Yeah, that's it, baby, that's it, nice and wet." 

He was moving his wrist around but his fingers never left my belly button. 

This went on for a few minutes then he moved to get on top of me. He moved between my legs and he said, reaching down between us but never intimately touching me, "Are you ready, bitch? You ready for a big fat cock crammed in that little hole of yours? Ready, baby, here it comes."

I felt him as he moved his hips. (He never touched me.) I opened my eyes as if in shock and I kicked at him. I did not realize it but he was right in such a position that my right foot caught him and I knocked him off the bed with the first kick. I was surprised, Jake was surprised, and the director yelled out, "CUT! CUT! Jesus Christ, lady, you don't kick him off the fucking bed! You are to fucking act like you are fighting him. Did he touch you down there? Goddamn it, Ron, I am not putting up with your fucking bullshit. I told you not to."

I cut him off, saying, "No, he didn't, he didn't. I just did not mean to kick him like that. He never touched me." 

The director said, "He better not. If he does, you let me know, honey. Now let's get set back up."

I had pulled the sheet back over me after I kicked Jake out of bed and in the excitement I did not realize that my cover had come off and I was open, so to speak. When Jake got back under the covers I realized that the glove covering his cock had also come off. I knew what the glove felt like and it was not there. I could feel his thing touching my leg as he moved his fingers on my belly button. He was hard and he felt like a monster.

We did the scene again and this time, when he moved up between my legs I could feel him so close, every now and then just touching my hair with the end of his dick. In the past I have faked sex with Peter. But to fake it and not really do it, well, I just knew that would be hard to do. We worked at it for three more tries. And at the end of each take the director was madder and madder. He was mad at me for faking it too little, then too much, then for not fighting hard enough.

He walked over to Jake and said something in his ear. Jake said, "You sure?" but the director just walked away. 

We started up again, but this time Jake put his hand and fingers right on and inside of me. When he did I was embarrassed because I was very wet. You see, that is a curse I have. When I get excited before sex with Peter I am so wet there have been times Peter thought I had urinated because the bed was so wet. A few times (more than I care to remember) we (I) had to wipe the bedsheet clean and a few times Peter would not eat me until I wiped myself. 

I know my body and all of the day's activities had taken their toll: My body wanted sex. It was like my pussy had a mind of its own and it did not know that the man with me was not my husband.

I felt Jake rubbing my clit and this time when I moaned, it was not a fake moan. It felt good and I knew that if he kept it up he was going to make me climax.

He slid in one, then two fingers in and out of my hole. He was talking to me this time, and I could feel the warmth of his breath on me. I was so close I was ready to climax when he moved between my legs. I felt him reach down between us and I felt him guiding himself right into my wanting hole. 

I freaked. I yelled, "Get off of me, get off of me! Please don't fuck me, please no, no. Oh, God, please, no, stop, STOP, STOP IT, NO, NO! TAKE IT OUT, NO STOP, OH GOD, OHHHH GOODDD, PLEASE, PLEASE, OH JESUS ... Please, oh my God, please don't stop, please don't stop."

Jake was fucking me hard and I was fucking him back. I came hard and he never stopped. I moved my hips, trying to get more of him inside of me as he fucked me. I felt his body stiffen and I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me. I knew that he had cum in me.

That was in the script. I mean, he was to supposed to fake that and I was supposed to cry and make a big deal out of him raping me and cumming in me. He pulled out and laid on his back, as I was to get in a fetal position and cry. 

I was screaming, "You fucking bastard, you bastard! You came in me, you came in me! You bastard, you raped me, I didn't want that, I didn't want that!"

Now keep in mind that the last four times that we shot this part the director would yell cut and go crazy yelling at us because I had not come across that I had been raped. I closed my eyes pissed at myself for getting so worked up and losing it again like I did. I laid there for the longest time before I realized that there was dead silence on the set.

No one said anything, no one coughed, nothing, just dead silence. I heard the director begin to clap his hands; he walked over to my side of the bed and said, "Honey, that was fucking beautiful. Now that was acting if I ever saw it. You finally got it, honey, now I want to see that again. I told the grips to stop wasting film until you had it down. You got it now, so this time we're rolling."

I laid there feeling Jake's sperm running out of my hole, knowing it was going onto the bed. I knew that I could never do that again. I sat up, holding the sheet to my body, and I said, "Again? We have to do it again? I don't know if I can."

I was being honest. I wanted to get up and walk out of there. I wanted to go home to my husband. I felt dirty and it was because I had just been raped but I knew if I said anything, I would not work again. I was in a corner. What could I do? One thing I knew was that I did not want to do this again.

Taken Six Times Ch. 02



The director came over to me, sat down and said, "Look, kid, I can see you are picking up this acting real fast. Do this right and I have other parts for you. Now, give me another rape scene like that and we'll call it a shoot."

He kissed my forehead and walked away.

I did not know what to do. I looked at Jake and he was all business. We were both still under the sheet. I laid on my back and rolled over onto my side. Jake laid down next to me and we waited. Jake moved close to me and whispered in my ear, "That was great, baby, now let's give them another performance like that."

Now I know men -- my husband gets off and he is done for hours – so I was not worried about all the sex happening again, but I was pissed. I was pissed at myself for getting so fucking turned on and lost to the sex. I was pissed because after eight years of marriage Peter had never made me feel the way that Jake had. Oh, don't get me wrong, I have had climaxes all my life, but never to the magnitude of what had just happened. This time for the first time in my life I felt like I was a woman. I felt like I had been missing something these past eight years. The strongest climax I ever had before today was by my own fingers. 

I barely heard the words "action" before I felt Jake's fingers in me again. This time I felt him as he slid three fingers in and out of me. When he did he said, "My, my, you are ready for some cock, aren't you, baby? I got three fingers in your hole, bitch, here, now four. Like that, baby? Like that, whore?"

God, I found myself moving my hips, arching them to meet his thrusts. I moaned and I kept my eyes closed -- after all, I was supposed to be asleep, or at least not fully awake yet, and I was to be in some sort of sexual dream. Oh, I was all right. I was picturing his four fat black fingers sliding in and out of my hole. I found myself wishing that he had not just fucked me because I wanted him inside me again. I knew he would be soft. I would most likely have to masturbate in the bathroom when were all finished. I was so fucking hot and turned on I wanted sex then more than life itself. I wanted to have that feeling again. 

Jake was doing his talking but I really did not hear what he was saying because I was lost in the feeling. I began to say under my breath, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." My eyes were closed and I was saying it very softly. 

All of a sudden Jake pulled out his fingers and moved back between my legs. I knew nothing could happen; I know how men are. As much as I wanted his cock inside of me I knew this time it would be nothing but an act -- as it should have been before. I knew this time I would be convincing, but it wouldn't be anything like it was earlier.

But Jake reached down between us under the sheets and I felt him place the head of his cock right against my hole. I could not believe it -- he was hard! He was hard as a rock. I felt him push in and my eyes opened wide. I knew I was supposed to act like I was fighting him off. 

I hit my hand against his shoulders and I said, "Please, please, please, oh my God, please fuck me harder, harder. Oh my God I'm coming, oh, Jesus, I'm coming." 

Jake rammed his cock in and out hard and I mean hard. He had lines to speak that were intended to humiliate me but his lines had the opposite effect. My mind was a blur with pleasure. 

I knew his lines back and forth, this was when he was to taunt me about never having been really fucked. How I never had a real man before now. It was pure gutter trash talk. But as he said his lines, I was holding on to him hard. I wrapped my legs around his thighs and used my ankles to give me leverage to fuck as hard back at his thrusts as he was fucking into me. 

I was lost to the sex and I thought that Jake would never stopped fucking me. I had climaxed again and then a third time. I felt disappointment because they were losing intensity. My third climax was nothing like the first two times Jake had made me climax. Even though the third time I came was not as strong as the first two times, it was still stronger than any sex that I had ever had with my husband, Peter. 

Jake slowly came to a stop. I was spent. I had forgotten all about the set, I had forgotten all about what I was hired to do. I had just allowed a man who I really did not know anything about fuck me and he made me climax three times. "Why couldn't Peter make me feel like this?" I asked myself. Then it hit me as Jake pulled out and laid on his back. I rolled over like I was supposed to and I was filled with guilt. I had just had sex again with a man who was not my husband, and I hated myself for loving it as much as I did.

This time I could hear noise, talking and, of course, the director. He came over to the bed and this time he wasn't mad, he was, well, he was something, but he wasn't yelling. He sat down on my side of the bed and he said, "Look, doll, I know this is your first time. You know why I know this?" I just looked at him. He said, "Because one time you get it and the next time you don't. I want to run through this again, this time without film because I don't want to waste film. Film is money, and I am not about to throw it away just so you can learn how to act."

"This is a rape, and I know the script says you are to show enjoyment, but that is after you put up a huge fight to make him stop. If Jake really is raping you, it has to start off as a rape before you wrap your legs around his and fuck back at him. Now that I liked; you made that look real. Now just get the first part down and we can get this scene in the can.

"This is crucial to the story, the idea is even though you get raped against your will, you do end up enjoying it, then you feel so guilty about enjoying it that you can't press charges even when they arrest him. You get it, hon? 

"The way you acted, it looked as if you were not raped at all. It looked like he woke you up and you were a ready and willing partner. I want you screaming just like you did the time before last. Make me, make the audience believe that under these sheets he is raping you."

I looked at him and my mind was reeling -- what kind of woman am I? Why did I allow myself to get put in this kind of predicament? I also knew that when Jake pulled out of me he was still hard, I knew that when we started again he would not be acting like he was fucking me, I knew he would be. I was sick with myself. Want to know why? Well, I knew as I lay there that as much as I hated the thought of another man fucking me besides my husband I wanted to feel Jake inside of me again. 

I closed my eyes and I laid there waiting, thinking of all the years that I had dreamed of being an actress. For over a year I had been to calls, and I had never been called back except this time. I knew I could act -- I just knew it – and all I needed was a break. Here I am in a real movie with real movie stars and I am holding up production because the bad man in the film is actually fucking me when he isn't supposed to be.

I heard the director yell, "OK, ready. Now remember, fight and fight hard before you get overcome with pleasure. This time let's make the fighting nice and long, and then slowly the pleasure will overtake you and then I want you to act like you are fucking him back. I want to see that bed bouncing. 

"Do what you need to do, but I want this to be a rape people will talk about. You can let the sheet come down a little and show some tit, but make sure you keep the sheet covering you. Now I am going to talk you through this."

He spoke to Jake.

"Start off waking her up with your fingers under the sheets."

I felt Jake move close to me and I felt his hard cock against my butt. I felt Jake move his hand between my legs. His fingers found my hole and he began to fingerfuck me. Jake started to say his lines when the director cut him off. "No lines, just follow my direction."

Jake began fingering me and I was so fucking wet I could hear my hole making sloshing sounds as three or four fingers slid in and out.

"More movement, Jake. From here I can't tell what you are doing. Make it look real. Good, that is better. Now -- what's her name?" the director asked someone and another voice answered, "Audrey!" The director said, "Yeah, OK, Audrey, this is where you can show some enjoyment, but keep your eyes closed. Remember, you are sleeping and he is waking you up. It is all right to let out a moan or two here."

I was glad that he said that because the way Jake's fingers felt inside of me I had to moan. I shifted my hips and opened my legs, giving him more room to molest me down there. 

I heard the director say, "Show me her face, closer, closer, yeah, right there, that's what I want to see. Show me the pleasure you are feeling in your dream. It is all a sex dream, and you are getting close, so close.

"Now, Jake, it is time. Roll her over on her back, open her legs and make it look as if you are ramming into her with one strong forceful thrust. Now, timing is everything, so you, Audrey, try to time it with Jake so just as it looks like he is in you, shoot open your eyes and begin screaming 'Rape!', beat his chest, cuss him out, and kick your feet, but make sure you scream -- scream loud and yell for help. Keep doing that until I tell you to begin to enjoy it."

I felt Jake roll me over, but this time he did not reach down between us. When he didn't, I just knew that this time it would all be an act, I mean, the way the director was talking us through it, I knew Jake wouldn't do that to me again. I felt a little security knowing that, or thinking that. 

Then I felt Jake lunge forward and his cock rammed into my hole. He did it so hard and fast that it hurt like hell. I opened my eyes and I began screaming, "NO. NO, GET OFF OF ME, GET OFF OF ME!" I screamed. I yelled. I yelled out "HELP!" so many times it hurt my ears.

I heard the director's voice yelling over mine, "Harder, Jake, make the bed bounce. Show me teeth, Audrey, begin begging for him to stop, cry out to God again, keep it up until I tell you to slowly enjoy it, and when I do I want it to be a gradual change and then when I tell you, I want you turning into an animal wanting him to never stop. And I want you to tell him that as well."

Jake made the bed bounce more all right. It felt like he was trying to ram his dick right out the back of my ass. I felt him so deep inside that it did actually hurt. My cries were real, they were cries because of the pain, but then that began to go away and my whole belly began to glow with pleasure. I had to still keep calling out, but it was becoming harder and harder to do because the pleasure really was taking over.

"OH MY GOD HELP ME, HELP ME, SOMEONE HELP ME, STOP, PLEASE STOP OH JESUS, OH JESUS, OH MY GOD,OHHH."

The director yelled out, "OK, that's it, yeah, just like before. Now slowly, nice and slow, change for me, Audrey. Start enjoying it and pretty soon start fucking back so hard it looks like Jake is going to come off the bed."

"OH MY GOD, PLEASE, PLEASE, OH JESUS, PLEASE OH DON'T, NO DON'T, PLEASE DON'T, STOP, STOP, OH MY GOD Please don't, Oh my God please don't stop, don't don't stop, Oh my God, please don't stop. Keep going, you're making me come, oh my God, please, oh Jesus, oh my God, please, more, harder, harder, fuck me, you black bastard, fuck me harder!"

I was slamming my pelvis hard against Jake as he bounced in and out of my hole. I yelled out, "Give it to me, you bastard, give me it! Come in me, come in me, fuck me, fuck me."

I vaguely heard, as if from a distance, "Keep going, make it last, make it look like you can't get enough, make it look like you want him to fuck you all day."

I was there, I was going to come, I knew it was going to be hard and wonderful. I heard Jake say, "You ready, baby? You ready for a baby? I'm going to fill you so full you're gonna drip for a week. Here it comes, bitch, here it comes."

And I was there. I lifted my ass off the bed and I raised myself up as he crammed himself into me. All I could say was, "Yeah, ohhh, yeaaaaaaah."

I felt him inside of me and I honestly could feel his cock pulsing inside of me. I felt my whole body sucking his cock dry. I gripped hold of his cock with my pussy and I was not about to let it go until I had all of his sperm inside of me.

I stayed arched like that for the longest time, I had my eyes closed and I was on my shoulders and the heels of my feet. Everything else was off the bed, arched and giving him full access to deposit his seed as deep as he could inside me.

At some point I realized the position I was in and, just like before, shame filled me. I felt guilty again for loving the way that Jake had made me feel. I heard the director say, "OK, now roll over and begin to cry. You are mad at yourself for losing control and loving it the way you did. I want to see tears. Cry out in shame."

I rolled over and I did cry in shame. I was mad at myself for acting the way that I did. I laid there and all of a sudden everyone in the room began to clap their hands. The director came over to us and said, "That is just what I want, it was perfect. It made me believe it was a real rape.

"Now, let's do it one more time on film. Let's take five. Get makeup over here and fix her up. Dry her hair and bring him a towel. You both have too much sweat on you -- that looked like a lot of work. It's a good thing I know you have the props in place, you make it look so real. Good girl." 

He patted me on my head and the makeup girls came in with blow dryers and towels. 

One started to reach under the sheet but I stopped her and said, "Everything is OK down there, just wipe down my chest and I need a little foundation." The one woman working my face said, "Honey, you do your job and I'll do mine."

Jake sat up on the bed and used a towel to wipe himself down. He had worked so hard he was dripping sweat onto me. When my hair was dry we set up for one more go at it. 

When the director said "ACTION!" we did exactly the same thing. And I mean exactly. Jake fingered me to another climax and then he rammed in and out of me hard and fast. I came again and like before I arched my back and hips right off the bed pushing him high in the air as he made it look like he came inside of me. I did not have to act; I came just as hard as I had the last time.

When he finished he pulled out, and I rolled over and cried again. I heard the director yell, "AND CUT!" He walked over to the bed and said, "Finally!" Turning to the crew he yelled out, "LUNCH! Be back at 2:30." I looked over at the set clock and it said 12:10.

Two women walked over to the bed with robes. They handed them to Jake and me. I could feel all the wetness on the bed and I could smell the aroma of sperm. The air was full of it. I could not look at anyone, I was so ashamed, I knew that they had to know what happen.

I guess the girl handing me my robe had an idea what I was thinking because she said, "It's OK, this happens all the time. I'll take care of the wet sheets. Go to wardrobe and get cleaned up."

I sat up and air escaped from my vagina. It was like a fart, only sounding a lot like gurgling as the air came out. I was so embarrassed. It was not a soft-sounding one, either; it was rather loud. I also knew that I must have pushed out more of Jake's sperm onto the bed. I quickly stood, wrapping the robe around myself, and I walked briskly to wardrobe. It seemed like with every step I took, more air escaped from me. 



Taken Six Times Ch. 03



I went in, closed the door and leaned against it for a very long time. My eyes were full of tears as I stood there. I heard a tapping on the door. I stepped away and quickly dried my eyes. I opened the door and the director stood there with a big grin on his face.

He did not wait for me to say anything, just walked in and said, "Shut the door, I need to show you something." He was carrying a big videotape-looking thing. He walked over to a big machine and put it in. He turned on the TV and said to me, really pissed, "You ruined my film. Take a look. I have looked at all the film and in every one you can see, well, just look at what you can see."

He hit a button and a picture of the bed appeared on the screen. It showed Jake waking me up using his fingers, but what caught my eye was I saw the sheet moving off to the side and all of a sudden I could clearly see Jake's fingers sliding in and out of my pussy. I watched as the camera moved in closer and closer. I could see my trimmed, hairy bush; I could see his black fingers moving in and out.

Then came the begging and the pleading, my wanting him to fuck me. When he moved in between my legs, the sheet was completely off of my left leg and it was barely on Jake's back. I stood there mesmerized as I watched him reach down and guide his big black cock into my hole. I watched as I fought him hard screaming and yelling for him to stop. 

Then I watched myself change as he kept fucking me. I watched as I wrapped my legs around his ass and I was pulling Jake into me as he fucked me. He fucked me for what appeared to be the longest time, and when he came, it was so obvious that I climaxed with him. I saw the camera get such a clear close-up that I was white sperm all over his black cock as he slowly moved in and out of me after we came and began our cool-down.

I saw Jake pull the sheet back over himself and over my leg. I was emotionally drained as I watched that. I expected the director to turn it off, but he didn't. Just as I rolled over unto my side the tape showed the next session. Only this time I did not fight Jake at all; it was clearly a lovemaking session.

This time the sheet came off sooner and this time they shot close-ups of my face and expressions as I lost myself to the pleasure. You know, I guess you would expect me to be crying or something at that point, but I wasn't. I had never seen any kind a sex before in my life. I watched in amazement because I had never seen what I looked like down there before today. I sure as heck never saw a man's dick going in and out of my hole (or any hole) before that day.

I sat down in a chair facing the monitor as the film played on. I still had the robe on but I was naked underneath. I was so amazed at myself as I watched the way we fucked. I felt a little excitement and I began to take interest in the way I fucked back at Jake and the way he looked when he pulled his big long cock all the way out of me and then lunged forward and it disappeared inside of me. 

I was so fixed on the monitor that I honestly did not notice that the director had moved along side of me and knelt down to my right side. I only took notice because when his hand touched my open, throbbing pussy it startled me. I flinched for a moment before I opened my legs up, giving him free access to my hole and clit.

I moaned as he rubbed my clit and I watched as that session on the film ended and the next one came on. This was the one where he was directing as we did it. Again Jake moved the sheet off of us (except for my right leg) and the way we fucked was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. 

The director moved around in front of me and, putting his hands on my hips, pulled my bottom forward to the edge of the chair. I glanced down as he moved his mouth to my stinky, wet pussy. I looked back up at the sex on the monitor. Jake and I were going at it like animals. The way I had my body arched up as he pounded into me was amazing. As I tried to watch the monitor, it became harder and harder to concentrate on what I was watching. The way the director was eating me was having its toll all by itself. 

I have always loved it when Peter gave me head, but this time it was different, this time I was full of a man's sperm. I could smell myself and I knew my pussy had to be nasty. As sick as this sounds, I got turned on knowing that the director was down on his knees in front of me licking me clean and every now and then putting his lips on my hole and sucking out the stuff in there. 

I sat there watching the fourth time Jake fucked me. It was obvious that everyone there had seen Jake fucking me, everyone there saw how I lost control, everyone saw how many times I climaxed. Many times when Jake would pull all the way out, you could see the sperm in me from his earlier deposits come out as his cock pushed back in.

I felt myself ready to climax again. I closed my eyes and grabbed hold of the director's head. I ran my fingers through his hair and the closer I came to my climax, the tighter I pulled him into me. 

After I came, he got up and, taking me by my hand, he pulled me to my feet. He said, "Turn around and bend over. Spread your feet, and grab your ankles." I knew what was coming, but I was not in any position to say no. 

I turned around and because I work out so much I easily bent over to hold my ankles. I felt him move in behind me. I heard a zipper and then I felt his dick push into my hole. I hate to say this, but he was not as big as my husband and nowhere near the size of Jake. I barely felt him inside of me. 

I felt him as he bounced off my butt as he fucked me. He did not last long. He came and I moaned so he would think I enjoyed it. I have no idea why I wanted him to think I did, but I did.

He pulled back and I started to stand back up. He caught me by the small of my back and pushed me back down as he said, "Oh, no, you ain't finished. I promised my assistant a turn at you. Just stay like that; you have four or five more boys ready to fuck you, honey." 

I quickly turned and stood up, facing him. I was angry; he couldn't do that to me! I said, "No, no way, I am not going to be your sex slave. That's it, I'm out of here, I'm gonna sue you and this studio. Leave me alone."

He laughed as he zipped up his zipper and said, "Sure you will, doll, sure you will. We'll just take this little film to court and let's see just who they will believe. It looks like two actors just lost control during a film shoot. Something like this should get all kinds of publicity. When you left your house today did you tell your husband that you were going to be fucking a big black man on film? I bet you didn't. I bet he would get a big kick out of watching his wife begging to be fucked five times, four times by a black man, then one time by me."

As he said that he pointed over to the right wall and it had been moved away and there was a camera filming what we just did. "Now," he said, "you tell me. Are you going to fuck the boys or what? Make up your mind; we only have an hour left for lunch. Keep in mind, doll, if you don't, you do know you will be blackballed from the studios, don't you, dear?"

I knew I was beaten. I knew I could not win in a court battle; I also knew that I could not allow my husband to find out what had happened. I was being blackmailed and there was nothing I could do about it at all. 

I wanted to work; I just never thought that I would have to have sex in order to get an acting job. I stood there naked (the robe had fallen off when he had me stand and bend over). I looked at him as he walked over to me and made me turn with my side to the camera filming us. He put his hand on the top of my head and pulled me forward and down, bending me over at the hips.

He kept pulling me down to his now limp and crusty dick. I knew what he wanted, so as my mouth came to his groin, I opened my mouth and, grabbing hold of his cock with my tongue, I pulled him inside and I began to suck. I felt someone move in behind me and within moments I felt a man fucking me. It did not take him long before he came. 

He pulled out and another replaced him. The director became hard again and after the sixth man came in me, the director pulled away from my mouth and moved in behind me. I expected to feel him push his dick into me. I was caught off-guard when I felt his face move in and begin eating my pussy, and I could hear the slurping noises he made as he licked and sucked out my hole.

One of the men who had fucked me moved around in front of me. His cock was half-hard and it was covered with gooey juice that came from my pussy. As I took him in my mouth, the aroma of sperm and the taste of our combined juices made my head spin with pleasure. I felt fingers rubbing my clit, which was swollen -- all the fucking had excited me like crazy -- but no one stayed working me long enough to bring me to a climax. I felt myself getting ready to climax as the director ate me. I was moaning and pushing back and moving my hips around to help with the clit manipulation going on. Just as I was about to come, he stopped eating me and he stood up moving in behind me.  

I was working the cock in my mouth, making love to it with my mouth. I felt pressure against my butt hole and I moved my ass because he had the wrong hole. It happened so fast I gave out a yell with my mouth full of cock. I do not know why I did not bite down because of the pain, but I didn't. I was caught there between both men, I had no escape. It felt like my asshole had just been ripped open. The pain was like a hot iron as he pushed in hard and fast. It was like he wanted to hurt me. Tears filled my eyes as the pain raged through my body. I felt the pain begin to subside and he kept fucking.

I was shocked when I realized that the pain was going away very quickly and the pleasure was becoming stronger. Within a minute or so the pain was gone. It was all gone and all of a sudden it felt like I had to poop. I never felt like that before. It felt like I had to shit and it felt like my ass emptied itself and then get pushed back inside. 

I have no idea how to describe that feeling. But the filling and emptying of my asshole began to build to a pleasure that rivaled the pleasure of being fucked in my pussy. I knew that I was going to climax from being fucked in my ass, and I wanted to feel it. I could not wait to find out what it would feel like. I began moving my hips and pushing back as he fucked me. 

I felt him cram himself into me and then his dick pulsed. I knew that he came. I was almost there when that happened. I was jerking the cock off that I was sucking on; I pulled my head up as he pulled out of me. "No, don't stop, please I'm almost there, please, just a little more."

I heard laughing as another man moved in behind me. I felt him enter my asshole and he began fucking me like crazy. I moved my ass around and around. I knew that when I came it was going to be wonderful. I hit the peak and my whole body convulsed. The man I was sucking and jerking off came and I guess that is what took me over the edge. 

I gulped down his juice and I moaned as the man in my ass emptied his balls into me. He pulled back and out of me as I was licking up the last drops off sperm coming from end of the cock of the man in front of me. I heard the director tell every one, "OK, one more then it is back to work." I felt another man move in behind me and he slid into my ass as well. 

I reached down between my legs and began rubbing my clit as the man rammed in and out of me. He must have been one of the men I fucked me earlier because he did not come right away. I was very happy that he did not. I loved that because I was able to have yet another climax before he finally came. He pulled out and left the room. I don't know why I expected someone else to do me, but I just stayed there waiting. I had been standing there bent over with my eyes closed. No one did anything and I could not hear anyone with me. I stood up looked around and I was in the room all alone. 

I looked around and saw that the movable sidewall had been put back into place. The door opened and the lady assistant came in. She handed me a warm wet washcloth, and I wiped myself, between my legs and my ass. She handed me a towel, which I used to dry myself, and as I did that, she took my street clothes from the hanger and handed them to me one at a time as I dressed.

Once I was dressed, she asked as she handed me an envelope, "Are you free tomorrow, Linda?" I looked at her, really not knowing what to say. I guess she had an idea what I was thinking because she said, "We have a another job for you if you want. It will pay twice what is in that envelope."

I opened the envelope and I saw a bunch of $100 bills. I started to count it when she said, "Your paycheck will be sent to you for today. This is a little extra for the great work you gave everyone. It's $1,200 tax-free and we do not report that to anyone, including your agent. Like I said, we have a part for you in a movie we are shooting tomorrow. 

"If you take the job, that," she said, indicating the envelope stuffed with $100s, "will be double tomorrow."

I looked at her and asked, "What's the catch?" 

She said, "No catch, just good old honest acting work. The address is in there. Show up at seven-thirty ready to work. The script will be there waiting for you, and we'll go over your lines right before each shot. You are going to go far in this business. Pretty soon your name will be up in lights. By the way, if your agent asks, call this a walk-on call. If you don't show, we'll know you are not interested."

I walked out to my car and as I walked I kept farting from both of my holes. I knew that when I got home my panties would be full of sperm and I would be a mess. I found myself hoping that Peter did not want sex tonight, because if he did he would know I had been screwed today. My God, what am I going to tell him if he asks about today?

I was in a daze as I drove home. I mean, I was numb in my brain might be a good way to put it. You see, when I drove to the studio, I saw my life ahead of me. I just knew that today was going to be a great day for me. I had speaking lines in a major motion picture with real movie stars. My agent was pleased, and my husband was happy for me; he had even kidded me all night about it.

It was 5 a.m. when I had arrived, which meant I left home before 4:00. (Driving anywhere in or around L.A. takes a minimum of at least one hour). I left the studio around 2:40 p.m. I could feel the wetness between my legs increase due to the sperm coming out of me as I sat in the car driving home. 

I just kept saying over and over to myself, "Please don't be home, please don't be home." Last night Peter had said he would get off early and come home; he wanted to take me out to celebrate my first acting job. I began pleading to God that Peter could not get off. Oh, yeah, the very same God that I had been calling out to in pleasure as men other than my husband fucked me, driving me crazy with pleasure.

My heart was pounding as I turned the corner of my street and I saw with relief that Peter's car was not in the driveway. I pulled into the garage, got out and looked at the driver's seat. It had a rather big wet spot right where I had been sitting, and it reeked of sperm – other men's sperm.

I rolled down all the windows and I knew that Peter would park out in the drive so it shouldn't take long for that spot to dry. My only concern would be if it left any kind of line or something. Peter never drove my car, so all I needed was the spot to dry and not leave any sign that it was there to begin with.

I quickly went inside to the bedroom, tore my clothes off, put them in the hamper and drew a bath. I felt lucky when I found that Peter was not able to get off early as he hoped he would. I soaked and I lay there thinking all about the day. I had been raped on camera, four times with a second-rate movie actor. I had been blackmailed into being raped again and yet, I honestly could not remember exactly how many men fucked me.



Taken Six Times Ch. 04



Last Chapter

I was surprised that my vagina did not hurt, but my butt hole hurt like hell in that hot water. As I thought on that, I remembered just how wonderful it felt after that first time the man fucked me there. Boy, that first one sure hurt, but once that went away, I could not believe just how wonderful it felt being fucked in my asshole. I couldn't count the times I told Peter no when he wanted to have sex with me in my ass. Yet today I had, what, four, maybe five, men fuck me there. And I climaxed hard as hell with a dick ramming in and out of my ass.

As I laid there soaking thinking of that I realized that I was actually turning myself on thinking of that. I closed my eyes and put myself back under the covers when Jake first entered me. I knew why that had not hurt me; I was lubricated (very lubricated). And even though he stretched me, it was a good kind of stretch. I fought like hell to get him to stop because I was married, because he was black, because people were around us.

I brought my right hand down to myself under the water. Opened my legs and found my clit. I rolled it around and around as I remembered how Jake made me feel. I came hard and strong with him. I had never come that hard or in any way shape or form with Peter like that.

I remembered the video the director showed me. I remembered Jake's big fat black cock going in and out of my hole. I could remember seeing him pull all the way out and then ramming it all the way back inside of me until our groins met.

My hand was moving so fast as I relived what happen earlier that afternoon that the water was splashing and I was making a lot of water noises. I felt myself reaching a climax that was very, very strong. I opened my mouth wide so the man in my mind could stick his hard cock in it and fuck my face as Jake stood behind me ramming his cock in and out of me.

During that time I had moved from my clit to using three of my fingers to fuck myself with. My eyes were closed as I focused in my mind how it felt standing up bending over with a cock going in and out of my mouth as I was being fucked from behind. Part of my fantasy the man behind me was fucking my hot pussy and the other part of the time the man was fucking my asshole. 

I was lost in this sick, hot fantasy until I came, and when I did, I climaxed hard. I relaxed and fell back again, laying down on my back in the water. I lay there coming down from my unholy fantasy. I say that because in the past I had always thought about my husband Peter when I masturbated. I would fantasize of him eating me longer to give me a good climax. Or fucking me longer so I would climax before he would. In the past I even fantasized about sucking Peter's cock, as I would use something to fuck myself with. 

I had heard of vibrators and dildos all my life but I never had seen any in real life. I had thought it would be nice to use something like that while I sucked off my husband. I realized that this time I did not think of Peter one time in my nasty fantasy.

I did not know what to think about that, either. After about 40 minutes I got out of the tub, dried off and went to fix dinner. Peter got home at his regular time (6:30), kissed me and, as he sat down at the kitchen table, said, "So, tell me everything. Did you meet the stars of the show? Who is playing the leads? Who is the bad guy? How did they film the rape scene?" 

Peter shot off one question after another. I put my finger on his lips and said, "One at a time, slow down." I bent down and kissed him and began telling him all about my day. The only thing I left out was the fact that Jake actually did rape me. I left out that he raped me four times. I left out the fact that I had never climaxed so hard in my whole life. I left out that I had sucked off a man while another was fucking me in my ass and I came harder than I ever had with Peter.

Something was going on inside of me. I all of a sudden realized that Peter had never brought me even close to the pleasure my body had today. Realizing that made me a little sick with myself, and a little upset with Peter.

Before Peter had gotten home, I had thought of all kinds of excuses not to have sex tonight, but now I wanted to. Maybe Peter is good enough to give me that kind of pleasure? Maybe something in me needed to get turned on or something. 

Peter asked me how do they make the sex scenes so real looking and if we really were naked under the sheets because all the script said was, "Jake rapes (un-named actress) under the sheets."

I told them that they put a flesh looking thing on me that covered my groin area, and on the actor they put on a actors glove that was flesh color. I told Peter how the director went out of his way to make sure that the actor (Jake) did not touch me and how he put his fingers on my belly button to move the sheet as it looked like he was using his finger inside of me. 

Peter had a glassy eye look, as he kept wanting to know more. I told him how under the sheets Jake would make it look as if he was inside of me and how I had to scream and yell out for him to stop. I also told him that we did it in two takes because I kicked Jake so hard I kicked him off the bed. 

Peter laughed and when I came close to him he reached between my slacks putting his fingers on my crotch, looking up at me, he asked, "Did it turn you on a little, honey?" I looked down at him, his hand was in the right place. I moved my hips and I leaned forward to kiss him. I said after the kiss, "What do you think?" I moved my hips and gave him a hot wet kiss, telling him I was ready for him right there, right now.

Peter stood up with is lips locked to mine. He pulled down my slacks and turned me around to face the table. I heard him undo his pants and then the zipper, they fell to the floor and he bent me forward. I closed my eyes and part of me was saying a prayer to God. "Please let him make me come. Please let the problem be me." 

I was turned on, I was hot and I was ready for my husband to fuck me. I felt him enter and he moved quickly and grunted and I heard him say "Ahhhhh." I knew he came and I had to do something quick so he would not think that I did not enjoy it. I moved my ass pushing back and yelled out, almost screaming, "Yeah, yeah, all of it, I'm coming too, I'm there, all of it, baby, give me that cock, give me that cum!"

I was nowhere near coming; I was still turned on hot as ever. I closed my eyes, trying to picture Jake or any of the men today behind me bending me over my kitchen table, fucking me making me climax and climax hard.

Peter pulled out reached down and pulled up his pants. I just laid there on top of the table and Peter slapped my ass saying, "Better get supper ready." And walked into the den. I stood up, and I can't say what I was thinking because I was let down, I felt used by my own husband. I had been raped earlier today by strangers, and my body not only responded to them but, I now realized, that I honestly liked it a lot. My body experienced pleasure from all the sex, yet the man I love, the only man I had ever known before today, made me feel used, if he hadn't been my husband I would have felt raped again. Really raped.

I did not care for this feeling inside of me. I think I hated it. (Like I said before, I am not sure what I was feeling, let alone able to fully explain it.) I reached down to pull my panties and slacks up. I saw where Peter's sperm was dripping out of me into the crotch of my panties that were at my ankles. I did not really care one way or another at that point, so I pulled the panties and slacks, then began getting dinner ready.  

During dinner Peter asked, "Did they pay you today or do they pay Angie?" I sat there and I thought to myself about the envelope. I had a feeling that if I told him about the cash that he would know there had to be something out of the ordinary. When people get paid off the books that means something. I decided not to open up a can of worms by telling Peter about the cash in the envelope. 

I said, "The director's assistant told me that they would be mailing me my check and from that I would pay Angie her 12 percent."

Peter asked, "How much did you make today?"

I reminded him, "Under S.A.G., I get paid $16 for every hour on the set. I was there from 6 a.m. to 2:30 p.m., so I would get paid for seven and a half hours."

The next question he asked made me think. He asked, "Do you have anything else lined up? Has Angie got you another part yet?"

I knew that if I told him about the movie tomorrow that it would bring up questions that I was not sure at the moment I was prepared to answer. I am not stupid; I know what kind of movie I am walking onto if I go in the morning. Cash money like I was given was because of the sex I had today, not my acting career. 

The big question in my mind right now was, "Do I want to go down that path to stardom?" I had no idea what I was going to do with that kind of money. $1200 today and double tomorrow, that was $3600 dollars! What was even more troubling to me was how was I going to handle what they wanted me to do?

The conversation at the dinner table was centered all on the studio and if I saw this person or that person, did they like me or not. It was during that time that I came out with a bald-faced lie to my husband, the man to whom I had never lied in our marriage -- up to today. 

I said, "I have a 7:30 call for some movie tomorrow at the studio."

Now Peter had more questions that I should have known the answers to questions like, what the name of the movie, who is the director, what is the part.

After all the "I don't knows." I said, "Honey, honey, hold on, I was asked by one of the assistants to come to the set and try out for a part they have open, that is all I know. It may amount to nothing; then again maybe it could be big. I could get there, wait around for hours, try out and like before nothing. Yet maybe if they saw something today, maybe I am what they are looking for."

That night Peter did want sex again as I thought he would, and I again faked it for him. I faked it with my husband two times in one day. Usually, I faked it with him once a month or once every two months. 

He rolled over and began to snore right away, while I lay there on my back with my eyes wide open. I looked at the ceiling in the dark and I relived every moment of the day on the set. I brought my hand and fingers to myself as I went over every detail of what Jake did and how I felt. I came twice laying there. 

I have no idea what time it was when I fell asleep; I do know that when the alarm went off at 5:30, I did not want to get up. But I did, got up and dressed and left.

I drove to the address and it was a house, a private home, not a studio. It had a huge yard with a fenced gate. I drove up and pushed the button on the speaker box. I told them my name and that I was there to try out for a part. I waited for a long time and finally a voice said, "OK, Mrs. Jackson, come in, park left of the house in the west parking lot, and Mary will meet you."

I drove up the drive and I saw where they wanted me to park. As I got out of my car, the assistant I met yesterday came out to meet me. Putting out her hand she said, "I am so glad you decided to come today. We have a part that is perfect for you. I told my husband all about you and he is excited to make you a movie star. He directs movies and I am like a talent scout for him when a new actress comes to town. You, my dear, have been discovered."

As we walked, I felt many things -- I felt proud, scared and excited about what my future held for me. I asked, "Is Mr. Harris directing this film, too?" Mary let out a laugh and said, "Are you kidding, that pig? I would not let him around any of my films. You know your scene yesterday with Ron Patterson? I would be surprised if he uses it; Ron kept pulling the sheet off and it ruined the scene."

I stopped walking looked at her and said, "What? They cut my scene? So what will become of the film?" Mary put her hand on my right shoulder and said, "Honey, I am sure he will keep it for his private collection. You are not the first woman that this happened to."

I was really thrown for a loop. I then had to ask, "Then why the money, why did they do that to me?" 

Mary said softly, "Because they could. And the money is hush money, so you don't go crying rape." 

I was really confused now, and I simply had to ask her, "Then why am I here? Am I here to be an actor or something else? You said I would make twice as much as they gave me yesterday. Was that a lie as well?"

Mary looked at me and said, "No, that was not a lie, I produce this movie, I pay the actors, I don't use girls like the men do. I saw raw talent in you yesterday and that is why I invited you here to be in my movie. I feel I can turn you into a movie star, with the talent that I saw yesterday. I just need to let you be yourself and film you doing that. 

"Look, if we sit down and after I take you through the script you do not feel this is for you and you want to go back to pigs like Harris, no problem. I'll pay you for your time and I'll keep looking for another girl to make a star. Now, is that OK with you?"

I said, "OK, I'll listen, but I don't want to play games." 

Mary took me into the house and we ended up in an office. We sat down and she handed me a binder, she said as she handed it to me, "These are movies that I have produced and my husband directed."

I opened the cover and as I had suspected all along it was Porn. Page after page of very nasty, very sick porn. Now I am a big girl, I know everyone watches porn. I know there is big money in it. I just never pictured myself doing it.

Nothing was said as I turned page after page. When I finished I set the book down and Mary asked, "Did you see anything that jumped out at you as you flipped through the binder?"

I remembered the face of several women that I had seen before. I said, "I saw only three or four girls in there."

Mary gave me a great big smile and said, "You got it, I find a girl such as yourself and we make her a star. Can you guess what kind of money in royalties they pull in every year, and three of the four girls you saw worked less than two years and they are still pulling in royalties today."

I had no idea what to say, I had no idea. I said, "I have no idea, how much?" Mary picked up the book opened it and said, pointing to one girl on the cover, "This is Patricia. She made in her first year over half a million; today her royalties are over $400,000 a year." 

Flipping a few pages farther, she pointer out another girl. "This is Rose. She worked less than a year and she made over 60 movies. She made over $750,000 in 10 months and her royalties are over $300,000 a year." 

She looked at me. "Porn is big bucks: The movies are inexpensive to make, they bring huge returns and, in the right hands, stars are made." 

I was really mixed up. Here Mary was offering me what I wanted, I wanted to be a movie star, although I had never thought about porn movies. She was throwing out the kind of figures (money figures) that I wanted to make. I picked up the big binder again and this time looking at the covers I saw "Candy Goes to War." It had a picture of a lovely girl and it said under the title, "Candy takes on a platoon in every hole. She is the perfect Donut Dolly."

I asked Mary, "What's a Donut Dolly?"

Mary said, "In war time girls would bring coffee and donuts to the troops in the rear areas." 

I then asked, "What's it mean by in every hole?" 

Mary said, "That's a what you did yesterday. You know, in your mouth, ass and pussy. Now Patricia who plays Candy in all of her films likes three ways and that was or is her specialty. Karen is an ass girl; she is a real pig with the boys who would rather get fucked in her ass than sleep, eat or drink. Her screen name is Baby; she loves to baby talk the boys when they have sex. Every one of my girls brings something new to the company." 

I looked at her curious and I asked, "OK, what do you see for me?" She sat back in her chair put her fingers on her chin and said, "I think you are going to be our new gang-bang girl. The way you went crazy yesterday with all those boys, I just knew you would be perfect for that type cast. What do you think?"

I looked at her and then I put a big smile on my face: "Lets make movies!"

The End