It’s always the same for the new ones. Looking around, jerky movements, wide eyes. Fresh flesh for the insatiable appetite of the bored or lonely or horny or addicted. The viewer.
The viewer is everything. They need to get off and we need to give them a good show and for today’s fresh nymphette that means earning her meagre paycheck.
This one looks alert, fresh. Not into drugs or maybe they’ve worn off. That’s good. It’s always a better show when they know what’s happening. What’s going on. And what’s happening next.
She’s dressed like most the girls who come here. Jeans and a tight top. Casual clothes that don’t raise questions from friends about where they are going. So their family doesn’t suspect what they have planned. Or their boyfriends. Or sometimes even their husbands.
But this girl is too young for a husband. Young and fresh. The best kind.
I ask her to strip.
She hesitates. The new ones always do. You don’t strip you don’t get paid. That’s all it takes. The lure of money. A fresh young thing selling the only thing she can think of. Access to her body, and her holes. For the camera. And the world.
But they sell so much more than that. Respect, dignity, decency. We take it all. She sold her body, but we take her soul. Her very humanity. Under the gaze of our camera she creases to be truly human. She becomes an object. A flesh coloured fuck toy. To be filled. And used. And observed by anyone who subscribes.
She’s down to her panties. She has nice legs. And a cute face. A button nose and cheeks that naturally seem to smile framed by blonde locks. That’ll help her. Maybe. Most porn careers are short. Every now and again a girl gets lucky and attracts a following. But it needs a lot of luck. They need looks. Stunning and outstanding. And charm that the camera can relate to. And most importantly, they need to be willing to do whatever it takes. Whatever the camera demands of them. Only the truly depraved make it in porn.
Let’s see if she’s got what it takes.
I take her through the script. Script is an overstatement. It’s more of a list of sex acts. Each more depraved than the last. She nods as I read through the list and swallows as I say anal. Have you done anal I ask? She pauses then nods without looking at me. I carry on. It’s what’s she’s signed up for and its her problem anyway. Besides, the cries on an anal virgin just add to the price I can charge.
She slides the panties down her legs, removing the last of her modesty. She’s at least taken the time to shave, a nice landing strip above the pink slit.
I move her hand. The camera needs to see. She doesn’t know what to do with her hand. It goes to her breast, covering her tits. I move her hand again. Put it by your sides or behind your back.
The cameraman moved in for the stills. He moves around her, the camera clicking as it drinks in her body taking sample after sample of her nudity. Each shot a slide of the modesty that she will never get back. In three months these photos will be everywhere. Like a virus, the photos of her slim form will spread across the internet. Uncontrollable. Unrecoverable. Permanent. Like a tattoo that says porn slut. Whore. Cash for sex but sex with the camera.
It’s nearly time.
The guys line up and watch as the last of the stills are taken. We wait until the cameraman has some decent shots before we bring in the guys. They strip. In front of her. Ten of them. Her eyes widen as they strip. It’s real. Once she sees their cocks. Hard and waiting for my word.
Final checks. Is the cameraman ready to get it on video? There’s two today. Is the sound person ready. It’s the sound that makes it real. I want to catch every moan and whimper. For the viewer. After all, they are the most important part of this.
I tell her to kneel. She freezes and I place my hand on her head pushing her down to her knees. That’s where we start. If she’s smart she’ll reach out with her hand. Or if she’s experienced.
She’s neither. Just another young piece of flesh for the camera to record as her dignity is stripped away act by act, frame by frame.
But the guys know what to do. Guys always do in this situation. He pushed his cock against her mouth. She screws up her face and presses her mouth shut.
No play no pay, I remind her. She stares at me silent. Then opens her mouth just a little and the first guy holds the engorged head of his cock anainst her lips. She lets him in, her eyes slide from me to him. Looking up, on her knees, her mouth full of a stranger’s dick. For cash. A porn whore.
And that’s just the beginning…