Back to Salome

Author’s Note: This story is a collaboration with my friend MojaveJoe420. We both contributed equally to its content and we hope you enjoy it.

We’d also like to thank Harvey for his editing expertise.

Tag: Jenna begins her porn career.

All characters in this story are 18 or older.

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Mmm, this guy has a nice cock.

Andre lay back on the bench in the VIP area of The Spearmint Rhino DTLA (Downtown LA) as I began my naked dance on top of him. They didn’t have separate rooms like in Dallas, and privacy consisted of partial walls between the padded benches. Still, we dancers could crawl all over the guys and rub them with our bodies during our VIP sessions.

It was also interesting that many of the guys here wore basketball shorts. Of course, the reason behind it was pretty simple. Basketball shorts are made of very thin material which, if the guy also isn’t wearing any underwear, and most of them didn’t, allowed for maximum sensations on his cock. The other guys that came in wearing denim jeans also got private dances but I was certain they didn’t feel nearly as much as the guys who wore those basketball shorts.

But my customer, Andre, had his Lakers shorts on and his hard cock stood at attention. I pushed his fancy buttoned shirt up his body so my large naked breasts could slide on his bare skin. Eventually, I moved up to where my pussy lips surrounded his cock, carefully guarded by that very thin fabric. I could feel his mushroom head and even some of the large veins on the underside of his rigid cock. Then his hands moved up and he rested them on my ass.

“Hands,” Mikey called out, and Andre immediately dropped them. So many laws here in Cali. Unlike in Texas, there was a security guard in the room that kept constant surveillance on me and my coworkers, and I was already told by a couple of the other girls that bribing them to let me get away with more was an impossibility.

I continued to rub my body on his as he thrust upwards. His cock actually felt great like this, grinding between the lips of my pussy and caressing my clit. “You like my body, Andre? You wanna fuck me, don’t you, baby. I want you to fuck me, I want your fucking cock deep in my pussy.” I quickly learned I needed to up my game in the ‘dirty talk’ area as California outlawed most of my other moves. I couldn’t put my hand on his dick, I certainly couldn’t put my mouth on it, and it had better not ever come out of his pants. Again, unlike in Texas, all of the rules here were strictly enforced.

“You know you do, bitch,” he said in a low, deep, gravelly voice. “You know I fuck your shit up with this big nigga cock. Yo pussy be creamin’ when I get inside you. You want me in your cunt, baby, say it.”

Hmmm … wow. That just turned me right off. There’s dirty talk, and then there’s that kind of talk. But I wasn’t here to teach manners, I was here to get guys off, so I had to play along. “Yeah, Daddy, give me that hard dick.” I couldn’t bring myself to say the ‘N’ word, it just wasn’t something I could ever say. “I want your big black cock inside me,” I moaned. “You’re gonna make me come, baby.”

We were both close now, and just as I was about to finish both of us off the song ended. “Do you want to continue this, baby?” I cooed.

“Don’t you stop now, bitch! Finish me off!”

He was right on the edge, right where I wanted him. However, I wasn’t going to continue until I had a commitment for another song, which meant more money. “So you’re good for another song?” I said just a little more sternly. I kissed and lightly licked his neck in an attempt to entice him to take this further.

“Yeah, bitch, one more song, get me off with that hot fuckin’ cunt.”

I inwardly cringed. Demanding fucking prick. Guys here just seemed so rude, LA was nothing like Texas. Nonetheless, I pressed forward. “I love your cock, Andre, please … fuck me … give me cum … shoot your cum deep inside me,” I said sensually.

I rubbed my pussy on his erection again through those micro-thin shorts. His thick cock was perfectly rubbing my clit and about a minute later my body began to climb and he tensed up. “Yeah, bitch, work that pussy on this black cock, get me off.”

I ground harder on him and he let out a low, deep moan and his body trembled. He screamed out as his orgasm consumed him, and I had to clamp my hand over his mouth to try to silence him as I felt his cock throbbing on my pussy as a mild orgasm washed over me. He arched his back and held it there a few moments, then collapsed back down in a spent heap. Once his cock quit pulsing I got off of him and stood up. When I looked down I noticed that some of his semen had made its way through his thin shorts and was now on the lips of my vagina.

“Thank you, Andre, that was nice.”

He grudgingly sat up and fished out his wallet, handing me a hundred-dollar bill. You’ve gotta be kidding me. “That’s nice, but you owe me two more.”

“Bitch, you got enough.”

“Mikey!” I called out and raised my hand. In a flash, Mikey was at my side and two linebacker-sized bouncers stood right beside him.

“Trouble?”

After Andre reluctantly gave me two more C-notes, Mikey shook him down for another $100 for causing a ruckus before they threw his broke-ass out the door.

“Sorry, Madi.” He pocketed the extra hundred bucks. I surmised that he was going to split it with his crew. “He won’t be bothering you again.”

“Thanks, Mikey. This kinda shit didn’t happen in Texas. Y’all gotta teach these boys some manners!”

He laughed and I headed back to the dressing room clutching my outfit and my purse. They wanted us to walk around naked here at the DTLA Rhino. I felt pretty safe, though, as most of the crowd knew there was an absolute no-touch rule in the club. Still, I got my ass patted a couple of times as I made my way through the thinning crowd.

“Over here, baby!” A bachelor party requested my services, but I waved them off. It was after three in the morning and I was exhausted by my first shift.

Once I got to the dressing room, I slumped into my chair, got some Kleenex to wipe that asshole’s semen off my vagina, and looked at my poor, tired face in the mirror. This place sucks.

“How did you do, new fish?” Lucia sat next to me, touching up her makeup. “You seemed pretty busy.”

“Shitty. I barely broke a thousand.”

“A thousand? Damn, girl, that’s not shitty, that’s top dollar!”

I shook my head. “In Texas, I could earn a thousand in an hour in the VIP room. My worst night ever there I got $1,400 for the night and I never made less than two grand on the weekends.”

“Baby, this was one of the biggest Friday nights we’ve had in a long time. You did good, but you could do more. There’s still two bachelor party groups out there, ya know?”

“Yeah, no thanks. I’m heading home, I’m beat.” I texted Atticus right then; I didn’t care how late it was, I wanted him to know that I was pissed.

This is bullshit 😣

Almost immediately, he texted me back. We will talk tomorrow @2 I’ve got other ideas.

He also texted me a restaurant name and address, but I didn’t respond. I headed home to my new furnished apartment and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

– – – – –

I left my quaint little apartment in Hollywood to head for Dan Tana’s, some restaurant on Santa Monica Boulevard. Atticus wanted me there by 2:00, so I made sure not to be there until after 2:30. I pulled up to this really old-looking place to valet-park my brand-new convertible Mustang. It was just a rental that the agency had got for me, but I loved driving it and thought of getting my own once I’d figured out how to make decent money here.

Damn, this place looks old and dumpy, kind of like most of LA. It seemed that Hollywood was really cool and swanky … forty years ago. Now it looked like its best days were behind her.

“Enjoy your lunch, miss,” the valet guy said as he handed me my ticket and his eyes roamed up and down my body. “And, may I say, wow.” He chirped the tires as he sped off but I didn’t care, it was a rental.

When I stepped into the restaurant it was like going back in time fifty years. The entire place was decorated in red. I was surrounded by red-checkered tablecloths, large red-padded booths, and red carpeting. The walls were also painted red and there were fake red flowers at each booth. I’d once read somewhere that red was the color of anger and aggression, and the room fit my present mood perfectly because I was more than ready to give Atticus both barrels when I saw him.

The only semi-cool thing about the room was the various pictures on the wall that featured old movie stars, but I didn’t know who most of them were. My heart sank just a little because it reminded me of my father and his love of old movies. Even though I didn’t like this place, I knew he would.

I gave my name to the hostess and she walked me to Atticus’s table. I could feel eyes on me; it’s like a sixth sense that I developed in the strip club. I just knew when people were looking at me, and a lot of the people here were doing just that.

“Thank you,” I said to the hostess as she led me to his table, and I sat down in one of the rather uncomfortable wooden chairs.

“It’s good to see you, Jenna. Although it would have been nice to let me know you’d be late.”

“It would have been nice to let me know that you set me up in a shithole, too.” I crossed my arms and glared at him.

“The Spearmint Rhino is one of the most–”

“Spare me. I worked my ass off last night and made about a third of what I made in Dallas. This is bullshit and you know it. Start talking. Tell me why you brought me here.”

His eyes looked beyond me as our waitress approached our table. “I’m Suzette and I’ll be taking care of you folks today; can I get you something to get you started? Drinks, perhaps? We have a lovely wine selec–”

“Ummm … ginger ale for the lady,” he said to the waitress. “And two chicken parmigianas, thanks. Oh, and another Gimlet for me.”

“Very good, I will–”

“No, a Cobb Salad for me and a Coke,” I said sternly to the waitress. I knew I was acting like a bitch. The sorry state of my career wasn’t her fault and I quickly softened my tone. “If you would, please,” I said sweetly. I shot her a sexy little smile, which she returned before walking away.

Atticus smiled and made a little humph noise. “Okay, did you see that actor over there? That’s George Cloo–”

“I don’t give a shit who it is and yes, I saw him. He’s a lot more handsome in the movies than he is in person. His grey hair makes him look old now. But forget that, can we talk about–”

“He watched you walk in,” Atticus interrupted. “Almost everyone’s head turned to watch you walk past.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh, wow, how nice,” I said sarcastically, “but people don’t pay me to walk by them. Start talking.”

“Jenna, you have ‘it’. That unmistakable quality, that thing that makes people pay attention to you. That certain–”

“If you’re going to say je ne sais quoi, spare me. I hear that three times a night.”

The pretty server brought our drinks, which momentarily put our conversation on hold. She shot me a beautiful smile before going to another table.

He sat back in his chair and smiled at me. “I was going to say that, because it is true. It’s not just your beauty, although there is a lot of that. It’s the way you carry yourself, your smile, your style. I mean, look at you now; ripped jeans, a crop top, sneaks, and you look like a million bucks. You don’t know how many Hollywood bigwigs are in this room right now looking at you.”

“Is that why you brought me here? You’re going to make a big movie star out of me? Well, I have news for you: I can’t act at all.”

“For what I have in mind, you won’t have to act much, at least not very well.”

My eyes widened and I waited semi-patiently for him to continue. What the hell is he talking about?

“I’d like to get you into the adult-movie business.”

My jaw dropped. “You mean … like … ummm … porn?”

“Yes; with your physique, your looks, your personality, you’d be perfect for it.”

A million things whirled through my mind at the speed of light. I’d let Derek take so many pictures and videos of me it was something that I’d grown very comfortable doing. However, very few people had ever seen them. It was just a hobby, a sex aid, for my boyfriend and me; something we’d both enjoyed as a form of foreplay and to enhance what we did sexually. I did let Sofia and Buck see a couple of our little videos and I guess they liked them, but what he was suggesting was so much different than that. This would be millions of people watching me have actual sex, not just hundreds like when I danced naked on that stage.

“I … ummm … I don’t know,” I said hesitantly.

“Have you ever let anyone film you having sex?”

A deep blush broke over my face. “Yes, I have,” I whispered.

“How did you look on the screen when you watched it?”

“It looked good, I think.”

“Was it a boyfriend who filmed you?”

“Yes,” I admitted shyly. “But we just did it for fun, something for us to watch together, no one ever saw it.” That was a lie, but I was in no way ready to admit to Atticus that I’d let anyone else see the clips that we’d shot.

“You’re perfect for this, Jenna, I knew that from the moment I saw you.”

I cut my eyes at him. “This has all been bullshit, hasn’t it? Your idea was to get me into porn, not to come here to dance,” I said sternly. I rested my head over my hands. Another person just fucked me over. And I’ve signed a contract.

“LA opens up so many new opportunities for you, and I’m not just talking porn. I’m offering you the full gamut here: appearances, being a featured dancer at gentlemen’s clubs all across the country, a website. Girls can make a fortune doing this,” he said enticingly.

I liked the idea of this, at least some of it. However, he hadn’t been honest with me about his true intentions and I wanted to make sure that he knew I wasn’t happy about it. “Maybe I’ll decide to just move back to Texas and make three times as much as I make here.”

“That’s another option, Jenna. I’m sure Tony would be happy to welcome you back. I’m told he’s a lot of fun to work for. I’m sure all of your coworkers like working for a drug addict who takes sexual liberties with them, don’t they?”

I rolled my eyes again and took a drink of my Coke. Well, that didn’t work. Is this actually a good idea?

“Look, I’m sorry for being snarky. But I’m on your side. The more money you make, the more money I make. And you weren’t ever going to go anywhere in Dallas. But here we can do a lot of great things together. I understand that you’re upset with me about not telling you about being an adult star right away. However, my experience has shown that it’s better to have someone out here to take a look at the business first-hand before they make a decision. If I asked you this in Dallas you would’ve just said no.”

Slowly, he was winning me over, maybe. “What do you mean, look at the business first-hand?”

“There’s a shoot going on today in the Hills … ummm … the HollyWood Hills. We’ve got use of a great house overlooking the city. One of my girls is in it. Lana Rhoades, have you heard of her?

“No, I haven’t.”

“No matter, but we can go watch the shoot for a bit so you can see that it’s on the up-and-up. Lana is one of the top performers in the industry. I feel that you can be better than she is.”

Hmmm. I guess this is the moment of truth. I do like seeing myself on the screen, and I know the other three people who’ve seen me thought I was great. I … want to see exactly how this works and how much these people make, though.

I took a drink of my Coke and Atticus drained the rest of his cocktail. He’s nervous, I’ve got him on the ropes. I tapped my fingernails on the glass, making an annoying sound. I could see he wanted me to stop, so I did it some more.

“No more lies, Atticus,” I said sternly. “I need to know that you’re on my side and not trying to fuck me over.”

“No more lies, I promise you that.”

“And no withholding information, or any of that shit. You have to be up-front and straight with me. You know, I’ve only worked one night at the Rhino here and I’ve already got two very beefy security guards who are really into me. All I have to do is point to a guy and he’s in a lot of sudden pain. The more I point, the more pain they deliver.”

He smiled a half-smile, which quickly went away when he realized I wasn’t teasing. “I can promise you that won’t be necessary. I apologize for how I got you here, Jenna, that was wrong of me. But now that you are, let’s show this city who you are.”

I tapped my glass some more, hoping it was pissing him off.

“Alright, Atticus. I will go see your video shoot. In the meantime you’re going to tell me how much money I’m going to make. Plus you are going to forgo your commission for the first month as your penalty for lying to me.”

He nodded as our food arrived, and we got down to business.

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We had left my car at my apartment as Atticus insisted on driving. I was glad he did, the tight and twisted roads got me lost and nearly queasy. We finally arrived and had to park two mansions away due to the numerous cars. The hill was so steep I couldn’t believe it; Texas wasn’t known for its hills.

We walked past a few unmarked vans in the driveway. “These are the crew trucks. One of them probably is craft services.” I gave him a wondering look. “Food. All these people gotta eat. Hey, Bobby!”

Atticus waved to some well-dressed guy talking on his cell and smoking a cigarette. Bobby nodded his head and waved the cigarette, then he lowered his sunglasses to take a look at me. I waved my fingers at him. “Bobby Thornton, one of the producers. You will work with him soon.”

We got to the front door, which was surprisingly open, and Atticus led us inside. The first thing that struck me was the view; from the road you couldn’t see much with the houses and walls blocking everything. But here, the huge plate-glass windows gave us a marvelous view of the whole city. The second thing that amazed me was all the people standing and scurrying about. Atticus knew most of the people and nodded his head or said hello to them. He even introduced me to a few but I didn’t remember any of their names, really.

“Why is it so cold in here?” I asked.

“They bring in these portable industrial air-conditioners to run in between takes. All these lights make it pretty hot in here, and you can’t run fans or the A/C when filming; the noise, you know. Oh, there’s Lana.”

We had arrived in the main living area and obviously the main setting for the scene. A large white sectional sofa was surrounded on three sides by racks and racks of lights, equipment, cameras and microphones mounted on booms, cables, and a large desk that held eight small video screens and one big one.

We made our way past this to an area where three director’s chairs were arranged in a semicircle. One seat was empty but the others held a pretty woman and a gorgeous young girl, both wearing light kimono-type robes. A make-up woman was tending to the older woman.

“Atticus!” greeted the younger girl, standing up and giving Atticus a hug. “How are you? I heard you were coming by. Who’s your friend?” She looked lustfully into my eyes; it was as if she wanted to eat me up.

“Lana Rhoades, this is Madi Valentine.” Lana shook my hand, but not like a man would. She held my hand in a gentle squeeze, her fingers exploring mine. Atticus continued, “Lana is one of the top adult film stars right now, certainly one of the highest paid.”

“Thanks to you, dear,” she quipped. She looked back at me. “Is he trying to talk you into the business?”

“He is. I think he’s trying to impress me with you and … it’s kind of working.” I squeezed her hand back and smiled at her.

“Aren’t you sweet … can I hug you? Are you comfortable with that?”

I pulled her into me and her warm body crushed into mine. “Mmmmm,” she purred. “I like your style, girl.” Impulsively, I kissed her … and sparks flew. Her warm, wet mouth felt delicious on mine. We kissed just for a couple of seconds, then separated.

“How old are you, girl?”

“I’m … eighteen.”

“Damn. Well, Atticus,” she spoke to him but kept looking at me, “you might have a winner here with this one. I kind of wish I didn’t have to shoot the rest of the day.” Her hand touched my hot blushing cheek for a few seconds.

“And this is Linda Rae, she plays my Mommy today.”

“Charmed,” Linda spat out. “More new meat for the grinder.” Then she spoke to her makeup artist. “Try not to fuck up my eyebrows like you did this morning.”

“Yes, Miss Rae,” replied the bored woman as she painted on her eyebrows.

A deep voice sounded behind me. “Who’s this? Did I get another daughter?”

A bell rang and then a voice shouted out, “Ten minutes, everybody! Ten minutes!”

The deep-voiced man gently held my shoulders and ushered me to the side a little. “I’m just gonna sneak by you here.”

“Dick,” smiled Lana, “this is Madi Valentine, she’s a prospect with Atticus.”

“Nice to meet you, Madi. I’ve just gotta–” and he dropped his loose-fitting shorts to the ground. “There, all set,” he beamed.

Is that real? Is he kidding me? Jesus, Mary, and Joseph and all the saints …

They all laughed at my shock and surprise. Then Lana tried to rescue me. “Dick, what are you doing to the poor girl! She’s only eighteen and, judging by her face, I don’t think she’s ever seen a cock like yours before.”

My first impression was that it went down to his knee. I realized that wasn’t quite true, but it hung down a long way.

“How … how,” I stammered like a silly little girl.

“How long is it?” Dick tried to help. “Ten and a half inches.”

I gulped. “I was gonna say, h-how do you get that inside you?” I meant that for Lana.

Lana laughed. “Well, it helps if you love cock. You sure you want to get into this business?”

I continued to stare at the monster cock about three feet away from me. “I’m pretty sure.”

They all laughed.

We backed up a little as people started preparing for the upcoming scene, which we were told would be the final scene with the cumshot. I was trying to blend into the background but then I was called out by Lana, who was resting her face on Linda’s ass, who in turn was on all fours and facing off-camera. Dick told us that he was supposed to fuck her ass with encouragement from Lana.

“Stand over here where I can see you,” Lana said. “Dick wants to see you too.”

The director pointed to a spot for me to stand off to the side a bit where I assumed I wouldn’t be blocking the shot. “Alright, Dick, let’s get that bad boy in gear.”

Wow, not very sexy to just be told to get it up on command. But then I saw the girls had lubed up their vaginas before that shot too. Is it all just smoke and mirrors?

“Honey,” Dick said to me. “Could you turn just a bit? I want to see your ass.”

I didn’t move for a moment, I was frozen by the sudden attention directed at me as everyone looked my way. Fortunately, the intelligent part of my brain woke up and got me to turn sideways to him. Come on, show these people you can do whatever they do and do it better.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I leaned forward so my ass stuck out. My right hand caressed my right thigh, slowly trailing my fingers over my strategically-ripped jeans. Then I rubbed and cupped my own ass as I stared directly into his eyes. “You want your cock in my ass, don’t you, Dick?” His eyes traveled back down and stared at my curves. I turned away from him a little more, giving him a better view. “Right here, Dick,” I cooed as I touched myself between my legs, rubbing my asshole over my jeans. “I want you to fuck my asshole with that big fucking cock. Tear me up, Dicky, let me show you what an ass whore I am.”

I smiled as I watched his cock stiffening and lifting. “Roll cameras, roll sound,” called the director, apparently pleased that Dick’s dick was getting ready to perform. “Keep going, Madi, a little more.”

“I want you to pound my bottom so hard, Daddy. Fuck me and make me cry, will you do that, Daddy? Huh? Cum in my ass and then fuck my face?”

Lana smiled a huge smile at me, winking at me before she engulfed his cock in her mouth for a few moments.

“Give me your hot cum, Daddy,”I begged in a voice just above a whisper, “I need it so bad.”

“Action!” the director called.

Dick returned his gaze to Lana’s face and Linda’s ass, his huge cock rigid and angry-looking. He inched forward and drove his cock into her rectum. I turned to look at the monitor that showed Linda’s face straining as he split her wide open.

I want that to be me. I want to take that monster and show it who’s boss.

“Yes, Daddy!” Lana cried. “Fuck Mommy’s ass, give it to her!” Lana’s hands held Linda’s ass cheeks wide open as Dick’s giant cock pounded in and out of her. He then grabbed Lana’s hair, holding her head as he pulled out of Linda’s ass and shoved his cock right into Lana’s mouth.

Oh, my God, that’s so dirty! If I had touched my pussy I would have come right then. I had never seen anything so bold and erotic like that before. Dick looked over at me as he spoke his lines. “Yeah, Baby, suck Daddy’s dirty cock! Make your Daddy come!” He face-fucked Lana for a few more moments before he slammed it back into Linda’s asshole.

Then, and I couldn’t believe he did this, he slapped Lana’s face several times, slapped her like he owned her. And Lana smiled up at him. She wasn’t mad, she looked like it turned her on.

Is she acting? It’s turning me on, for damn sure.

Dick pulled out of Linda’s ass again, her rectum gaping wide, held open by Lana pulling her cheeks apart. Lana leaned over and stuck her tongue completely inside Linda’s asshole, rimming her quivering maw. Dick yanked her head back up so he could fuck her mouth again.

God, I’m so turned on, oh, fuck.

Dick kept looking over at me, watching me because he knew the cameras weren’t on him. I stood there facing him, trying to give him my sultriest looks. His eyes seemed to encourage me, his sexy smile emboldened me, and his huge cock enflamed me.

Without thinking, my hand slid between my legs and I openly rubbed my pussy through the outside of my jeans. Dick’s eyes widened and he nodded his head vigorously.

Go on, do it. It will be something they’d never expect me to do.

I took a deep breath and pushed my hand deep inside my jeans and under my thong. I rubbed my clit for several seconds while taking in the erotic sight. Dick’s eyes moved up and down my body and he began pounding the older woman harder and faster. I pushed two fingers deep inside my pussy and used my thumb to rub my clit as intense orgasmic waves crashed down over me. My eyes closed for a moment and I steadied myself against the director’s desk. When I opened my eyes, Lana was spitting onto Linda’s asshole, keeping it lubricated, while Dick continued to thrust furiously into her.

A few seconds later he pulled out of her ass and jerked his cock feverishly, shooting his cum into her gaping hole and across Lana’s face. She quickly swallowed what was in her mouth and then took his dirty cock deep in her throat. Lana seemed to be on a mission, as after she emptied his cock she slurped up and swallowed all of Dick’s cum from Linda’s asshole. Falling onto her back, Linda maneuvered to kiss her while Dick sank his fingers deep into Lana’s pussy and began frigging her incredibly fast. After only a few seconds, streams of liquid erupted from Lana’s vagina, some of it hitting her own face. Linda quickly licked up the fluid and she spit some of it into Lana’s open mouth, who promptly swallowed it.

Fuck! I’ve never seen anything hotter than this!

Eventually, the ladies waved to the camera and the videographer pulled back away from the couch.

“And … Cut! That’s a wrap! Thank you, everyone! Great job, you guys!” The director then clapped his hands, and the rest of the crew and on-lookers also applauded. I clapped as long and hard as anyone, I was so impressed with them.

Dick walked up to me, wiping his gleaming, sweaty muscles with a fresh towel. “You!” he said sharply, smiling. “You totally got me there today, thank you. I hope we can work together sometime very soon.”

His strong masculine scent nearly overwhelmed me. Unlike most women, I found the smell of a sweaty man almost intoxicating. I know, I’m weird, right? Anyway, I managed not to swoon as I replied. “Thank you, Dick, I’m glad I could help out. And I would love to work with you if I decide to enter the business.” I looked down at his dripping cock, then back up at him.

“Atticus!” Dick hollered. “Get this girl signed up, would ya?”

“Workin’ on it!” Atticus answered.

Lana also came up to me. “You are so hot, little girl. You and I will work together, have Atticus call me once you get signed, okay?”

“I will and … you were fantastic, amazing, I’ve never seen anything like what you just did. And you too, Linda!”

“Thanks a lot,” sneered Linda as she walked by.

“Don’t pay her any attention,” Lana said in a low voice. “She’s just pissy because she’s jealous. But thank you, you’re so sweet to say those things. And I mean it, I want to work with you, it would be fun. Ciao, Bella!”

Chow … is that Italian or something? She’s so nice, and hot.

Atticus had me meet the director and a couple of other producers. They all seemed nice and not even the least bit sleazy, which I found to be quite surprising. Then Atticus handed me his keys and asked me to wait in the car.

I sat in his car for ten minutes before he came out to drive us back. I spent that alone time thinking about what I had just seen. Do I want to do this? Lana and that scene was so hot … God, I will have to tell my parents at some point. They will have a fit. But … Atticus told me how rich Lana was, I see her Mercedes parked right over there … I could be just like her … maybe?

“What did they want?” I asked when he returned.

“Oh, just something about an upcoming shoot. Now, let’s you and me talk some business.”

– – – – –

“So, what do you think? Are you ready to try this?”

I took a sip from the bottle of water that Atticus’s pretty assistant gave me when we stepped into the office. We were on the 36th floor of his downtown LA office building. Of course, his office was very posh and stylish. He had a large oak desk with a big executive-type chair and there were plants in the corner of the room that gave the space a sweet organic smell. On the walls were various autographed posters of pretty porn girls and one of them was Lana.

“I’m thinking about it, but I still have some questions.” I thought for a moment. “What’s the money like?” I also shot him another ‘you’d better not lie to me again about money’ look, just to remind him of our earlier conversation.

“It depends on what you’re willing to do. Starting out, you’ll make around $500 for what we call a boy-girl shoot but that will go up to $1,000 the more popular you get.”

My jaw dropped. “You’ve got to be kidding me, I could make $500 in Dallas in the VIP room in a half hour and that didn’t even involve sex.”

“Listen, you need to think bigger. Lana started off just like you, but now she makes $20,000 a month just off her website and $15,000 as a featured dancer when I book her in gentleman’s clubs.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” he said enticingly. “It’s about getting your name out there, getting you popular, and to do that it takes shooting scenes, and in the beginning it won’t be for very much money.”

“But as I get popular I’ll make more?”

“Yes, you can make up to $1,000 for a boy-girl scene once you have a following, maybe more. Again, shooting scenes is just a way to get your name out there so we can capitalize on your fame.”

“That makes sense … I guess … but what about shooting different types of scenes other than boy-girl?” I was a little embarrassed to ask this question but I remembered watching porn with Derek where the girl did a lot more than only be with one guy.

He smiled. “I can get you over $1,500 if you were willing to do anal and about $2,000 for doing a shoot with two men, and being with multiple men would be even more.”

Anal … on camera … showing my gaping asshole … and multiple guys, which would mean more anal and more cumshots … I should have expected this, right? But that’s where the money is … That was a lot to digest at this point. But having my own website and being a featured dancer was very appealing. Two porn girls came through as featured dancers when I worked at the Rhino in Dallas and they were treated like royalty; the idea of traveling and seeing more of the country and dancing in different clubs was very appealing.

“What about shooting scenes with women?”

“That’s something that’s not going to pay very much regardless of how popular you get. However, shooting what’s called girl-girl scenes is important because it’s something that guys love to watch, and again, it’s all about driving traffic to your website and getting men inside the gentlemen’s clubs when you’re a featured dancer.” He paused for a moment. “Have you been with other women?”

“Yes, I have,” I admitted shyly.

“Good, it’s just part of being in the business.” He took a sip of his water and our eyes met. “Have you ever been filmed, in your personal life, I mean?”

I thought for a moment. Only two other people had ever seen any of the videos that I’d shot with Derek and I didn’t like the idea of anyone else knowing that this was something that I’d done. However, I was considering this, really considering it, and if I was going to be successful I’d need Atticus’s help. I reasoned that for this to work I needed to be honest with him. “Yes, I have,” I whispered.

“At some point I’d like to view it; it would really help me market you to different websites within the industry.”

I took a deep breath. “You can see it now, if you want.”

His eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yes.” I pulled out my phone, logged into the iCloud, and then handed it to him. “I’m going to go use the bathroom and get a cup of coffee.” For some reason, I didn’t want to be in the room while he watched, that would just be too weird. I stood up and walked out of his office.

After using the restroom I took the elevator down to the lobby and ordered a coffee and sandwich from one of the vendors. This whole day seemed very surreal. When I woke up this morning I’d contemplated moving back to Texas. I hated the idea of crawling back to Tony and working for him because it would be like admitting defeat, both to him and to myself. I hated giving him those disgusting blowjobs, but I made really good money at the Rhino, especially compared to what I was making dancing here in LA.

Then my mind turned to getting into the porn business. Is this even something that I could actually do? I always thought that porn stars did really well financially; however, from what Atticus revealed, that really wasn’t the case. I did love the idea of being a featured dancer and having my own website, though. I couldn’t help but think that the money would be there; all I had to do was let it happen.

I looked down at my watch. I’d been gone for about a half hour and I made my way back to Atticus’s office. When I entered, my phone was on the desk in front of him and he had a far-away glassy look in his eyes. I sat back down in the chair in front of his desk, grabbed my phone, and stuffed it into my back pocket.

“So, whaddya think?”

It took him several seconds to respond. “I’m still trying to process what I just saw.” He took a deep breath. “I’ve been looking for a girl like you for years, Jenna. I know you don’t realize it yet, but you’re holding the winning lottery ticket; I just need you to let me cash it in for you.”

I smiled. “So you liked what you saw?”

“I fuckin’ loved it. Some of those videos are a little rough and could use some editing, but half of them could go on a website today.”

My eyes widened. “You think they’re that good?”

“It’s better than 90% of what’s currently out there.”

“Really?”

“You’re a natural and you’re so sexually open. Would you be willing to do those types of things once you started working?”

I took a deep breath. “I’d want to start out slowly, but eventually, yes, I think so.”

“Who was the guy in those videos?”

“My ex-boyfriend.”

“Would he agree to let us use them?”

“No, he wouldn’t, we … ummm … didn’t part on very good terms.”

“No matter, we’ll blur out his face when we post them to the website I’m going to have built for you.”

It was as if his mind was spinning in a million different directions and I gave him a few moments to collect his thoughts. “You’re willing to do this, right? You’re willing to proceed?” he asked hopefully.

“Yes, I am, but I … you know … what would you want me to do first?”

“There’s a website called Amateur Allure that would be a perfect place for you to start, a lot of women who want to break into the business get their start there.”

“What would it be like? Would it be anything like what I saw today?”

“No, it wouldn’t be anything like that. What you saw today was a large production, by industry standards anyway. Amateur Allure is much smaller, more intimate. It would be only you and the male performer who would also act as the cameraman.”

“That doesn’t sound too bad, I guess, but what would I … you know … what would I be expected to do?”

“There’d be a short interview, he’d have you take off your clothes, you’d give him oral sex, you’d have sex with him in a couple of different positions, then he’d come in your mouth and you’d swallow it.”

My eyes widened. “Swallow it?”

“Yes, it’s a condition of shooting with them. Would that be a problem?” he said a little more sternly.

I took a deep breath. “No, it’s okay, that won’t be a problem.” I used to do that with the college boys, swallow cum from guys I barely knew. Why am I balking at it now?

“Good. To be famous, you’re going to need to be a cum-swallower, not a cum-dodger. Now, you’re going to have to take an STD test today or tomorrow and then every two weeks, it’s the industry standard. Everyone has to take them or they don’t shoot. But this way we keep all of you actors safe.”

I was a little concerned about that. “Okay, good. I’m … just kind of nervous about the whole thing, ya know? I’ve never been … so public in this way before.”

Atticus smiled at me. “Of course you are, it’s a big step. But you saw Lana today; she was just like you are now a few years ago. She is a megastar, and you could be even bigger … you have the potential. You are incredibly sexy but you also have this … kind of innocence about you. The men will not be able to get enough of you. I’m telling you, you’ll go far.”

I took in a deep breath and exhaled, still unable to make up my mind. He sensed it.

“Jenna, your private videos are amazing. I’ve seen a lot of porn, you know, and you are incredibly special. Let the world know who you are; a sweet, beautiful, lovable small-town girl … who is also the sexiest person they’ve ever seen.”

He’s laying it on thick, but part of me thinks he’s actually right. I’m as sexy or sexier than most of the girls in the porn scenes I watched with Derek.

“We’re gonna be rich?”

“You’ll be a millionaire in five years. And I mean money-in-the-bank millionaire.”

This is what I want … right? Fame, fortune, and everything that goes with it … I just have to … just have to do all those incredibly nasty things I did in those videos I made with Derek, which I guess will be easy. The difficult part is letting the entire world see me do it. But … I think I can get past that.

“Okay,” I said in a near-whisper. “Let’s do this.”

“Perfect, let’s get started.”

Before I left his office he had me sign what felt like a mountain of paperwork. I authorized him to build a website and open Instagram, Twitter, and Onlyfans accounts as well as my own channel on Pornhub. I also gave him the password to my iCloud account so he could download the videos and pictures I’d shot with Derek so we’d have some content to put on the different sites. Again, Atticus assured me that his face would be blurred out so he couldn’t be identified.

The next day Atticus hired a photographer. We went around the Los Angeles area and he took pictures of me at all of the famous Southern California landmarks. I packed a large duffle bag full of clothes so I could wear something different at each location. We went to Rodeo Drive in Beverly Hills, Venice beach, the Hollywood sign, the Griffith Park Observatory, and the La Brea Tar Pits. It was an exhausting day, but I loved seeing the beautiful sites and the thousands of pictures that the photographer took provided a lot of content for my new Instagram and Twitter accounts. It still all seemed very overwhelming and surreal, but I knew I was making the right decision. This was potentially a very lucrative venture and I’d always wanted to be popular and famous. Even though I still second-guessed myself at times, I was now locked in and committed to this new life that I’d allowed Atticus to talk me into.

– – – – –

I pulled up to this nondescript row of older one-story industrial buildings, looking for the address. There was a metal-cutting place, some kind of air-conditioning company, and a company that seemed to make big tents or something. Finally I found a parking spot at the end of the row. There was no name on the glass door, just the number. I was told to text when I arrived.

This is Jenna, I’m parked outside.

Okay, stay in your car till I get there came the immediate response.

Thirty seconds later a reasonably attractive guy was unlocking the glass door and waving me in. I made sure my Mustang was locked and headed inside to meet him. He locked the door after I stepped inside.

“We keep it locked, for obvious reasons. I didn’t want to have you standing around outside, all these construction and factory guys, they would be all over you! I’m Thomas,” and he held out his hand.

“I’m Madi, nice to meet you.”

“Madi Valentine, also known as Jenna. Can I have your ID, please? I’ll need to photocopy it but I also need to videotape it.”

We passed through another door, which he also locked, out of the tiny foyer into a hallway. His office was the first on the left. It was filled with three large computer screens arranged side by side on his desk and I could see he was working on some video-editing software; a cumshot was prominent on one screen and a bunch of other little windows filled the other screens. Above his head on the wall was a big sign that said Amateur Allure in fancy script. He held out his hand, indicating a chair for me to sit in while he sat behind the desk.

“Madi, I want you to feel comfortable. Would you like a glass of wine? Or I’ve got a vape pen with an awesome indica cartridge that will really chill you out. You know, cannabis?”

“Thank you, but I’m fine. I could use some water, maybe, like right before the shoot.”

“Okay, no problem. Let me know if you change your mind. One second,” he said as he fiddled with a video camera mounted on his desk. I heard the beep and saw the red light come on. “We record all of our discussions so there’s no misunderstandings. We need to show that the person signing the forms is the one in the video, you understand.”

I nodded. “Of course.” It was interesting that he offered me wine and marijuana before he turned the camera on.

He had me sign some forms and I presented him and the camera with my lab test results stating I had no STDs. He then showed me his results from last week that he was also clean.

“So, this is your first time ever shooting a video like this?”

“First time professionally, yes.”

“Okay, well, I’m going to lay out the shoot and say some things that should be totally obvious by now, but I don’t want any surprises, okay?

I appreciated his solicitous attitude, not rushing me and trying to make me comfortable. In ten or fifteen minutes, though, I’m going to be fucking this guy. He’s okay-looking, I’ve blown much worse guys back in Dallas and even in Salome at the college.

“Okay, good. I would rather not have any surprises either.”

“Sure, of course. So we’re going to go to the set in a few minutes, just down the hall. My assistant is Johnny, and he will help me with the cameras. So here’s the obvious part; I’m going to interview you for the camera; I’m going to ask some basic questions and then some kind of silly sexy questions, so just have fun with it. Then I will ask you to strip naked, and you will have sex with me, oral and vaginal penetration, yes?”

“Yes,” I nodded. “I understand.”

“Johnny will be filming along with myself. Most of the time you will look at my camera, but now and then we will have you look at Johnny’s. I will let you know when. Don’t worry, we will edit those parts out.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

“Now, there is an opportunity for you to make more money; for an extra two-fifty you can do Johnny if you feel like it. No pressure, it’s up to you.”

Oh, God … two guys … at least it’s not at the same time … right? Let’s do this …

“I want to make a good video, so let’s assume it’s a yes unless he’s got like, you know, some contagious skin condition or something.”

Thomas chuckled and slid over two sheets of paper. One had a picture of some average-looking guy and a lab report.

“That’s Johnny and his clean lab report. He will be fine, I promise.

“So, with two guys, here’s how it’s going to go. I will go first, we will take a break, and then you’ll be with Johnny if you still want to go forward with that. Here’s the thing, though. Only I will talk to you. I’ve got a headset and a mic, so it will pick up my voice wherever I happen to be. So even when you’re blowing him and I ask if you like it, you look at his camera and say ‘I love it’ or whatever, okay? Don’t turn your head to answer me, I might even be behind you. Does that make sense?”

“Ummm … yeah … okay. Actually it makes a lot of sense. I’ve only heard your voice on the videos but it looks like different guys sometimes.”

“Yeah, that’s movie magic, ya know? So, unless there’s anything else, I will get you some water, take you to the dressing room where you will freshen up and whatever, and we will get started!”

We walked down the hall and stopped at a door with a big number ‘1’ on it. I noticed another door further down that had a red light over the door. I looked up and saw my door had an unlit red light above it.

“It will go red when we shoot, it indicates a hot set. They are filming for one of our sister sites down the hall.”

Sure, I’ve seen that on TV, I guess. Well, hell. Come on, girl, let’s go do this.

He opened the door and I walked in. The dressing room was actually really plain. Just a small couch, two chairs, and a makeshift-looking makeup station with a large mirror in front of it. I checked my hair and makeup; both were still holding up well. Atticus had told me earlier that I should dress and wear something nice so I’d purchased a navy-blue sequin lace-back Bodycon minidress. It featured a deep V-cut, which put a lot of my large breasts on display, and the short hem rested on my upper thighs. I’d also purchased a new pair of four-inch Prada pumps that went perfectly with the short little frock. I checked my look one last time in the mirror … perfect. Okay … let’s do this.

– – – – –

Thomas pushed the button on the mounted camera; it beeped and I saw the red light come on.

Look into the camera, like he said.

“Well, hello. Just look at you,” he said to me as I stood in front of a couch. It looked like a standard room, at least as far as the camera was concerned. Just out of view were the racks of lights and tripods and microphones.

I flashed the camera a beautiful smile. “Hello.”

“What’s your name?”

“My name is Madi Valentine.”

“And how old are you?”

“I’m 18.”

“You look just stunning in that outfit.”

I giggled. “Thank you, I wore it just for you.”

“It looks like you have great breasts. How big are they?”

“They’re 34D.”

“Well, they look amazing.”

“Thank you.”

“Where are you from?”

“I’m from Dallas, Texas.”

“What do you do back there in Texas?”

“I’m an exotic dancer.”

“So, Madi, guys already know why you’re here, they know what you’re here to do, but I’ll let you tell them because they love to hear girls say it. What are you here to do?”

“I’m here to give you head, Thomas.”

“That’s cool, but why are you here to give me head?”

“Well, I’m looking to get into the adult industry.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Well, you picked a great place to start, thank you for giving me your trust.”

“Of course.”

“And you’ve never done anything like this, on camera, before?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Have you seen our website?”

“Yes, I have.”

“What did you see?”

“I saw some very pretty girls giving head, having sex, and swallowing cum.”

“And you’re ready to do that?”

“Yes, I am.”

“How old were you the first time you had sex?”

“I was eighteen.”

“Eighteen, huh? You kinda have to say that, right?”

I giggled. “Yeah, but it’s true.”

“So, you enjoy giving head?”

“Yes I do.”

“Are you good at it?”

“I’m very good at it.” I made sure to give the camera a sexy look on that answer.

“How do you know you’re good at it?”

“I’ve heard.”

“From whom?”

I giggled again. “Everybody.”

He laughed. “Everybody, huh? I love that. How tall are you?”

“I’m 5’6″ without heels.”

“What do you weigh?”

“115 pounds”

“You look really excited. Are you excited?”

“You bet I am.”

“Are you ready to try this?”

“Absolutely, let’s do it.”

“You’re looking down. What do you see down there?”

“I see a nice big bulge.”

“Are you ready to get started?”

“Yes I am.”

At first, I was a little distracted by having the second cameraman, Johnny, right there off to my left and pointing a camera at me. But Thomas had told me to keep looking at his camera the entire time, so I did.

“Give me your hand.” I placed my hand in his. “Come on, down to your knees.” I got down on my knees in front of him, reached out, and began rubbing the big bulge in his jeans. “Do you feel something in there?”

“Yeah, I do, it’s a monster.”

He laughed. “Are you scared?”

I rubbed his bulge just a little harder. “I’m terrified,” I teased. I unzipped his fly, reached in, and extracted his cock from the tight confines of his jeans.

“Oh, Thomas! He’s so big!” And he was a good size, more than seven inches, I was sure.

“So what do you want now, baby?”

“You know what I want.”

“What’s that?”

“I want your cum.”

“Where is it going to go?”

I opened my mouth and extended my tongue.

“Mmmm … right there?”

“Yes … right there … and then it’s going to go in my tummy.”

I opened my mouth wide and started bobbing up and down on his cock. A few seconds later, I took him all the way down to the root and held it there for a bit. Then I let him slip out of my mouth and I began to slowly stroke his shaft while looking up into the camera.

I slowly bobbed up and down the length of his shaft over and over, sucking him hard all the way. After a few minutes I had worked up a lot of saliva, so I backed off of him. As I did, big thick strings of my spit connected his cock to my lips. I gathered it up with my hand and stroked his cock with it.

“Madi, you’re just so beautiful.”

“Thank you, Thomas,” I said sweetly, looking into the camera. “You wanna fuck my face?” There was just a little bit of a shocked look in his eyes and I got the sense that wasn’t something he was expecting, especially from a girl who’d never been in front of the camera before.

He grabbed the back of my head with one hand while the other still held the camera. For the next couple of minutes I held still and let him rut deep inside my mouth. I loved hearing the little moans and gasps escape his lips. I’d never really let a guy do this before, I was normally the one in control when I went down on a guy, but … Atticus had suggested I try it if I felt comfortable. He said it would be a great way to arrive on the scene, as he put it. I found that I loved this new experience, giving myself up to Thomas, letting him control me. His cock began to throb and twitch in my mouth and his breathing began to change, so I knew he was getting close and I mentally prepared to taste his semen that I reasoned was just seconds away. Then, taking me by surprise, he took a step back and his cock slid out of my mouth.

Damn … I was … really wanting his cum …

We both took several seconds and caught our breaths. I stroked his saliva-covered cock some more, hoping to keep him on the edge and get him to come. Then I took a little risk and added some of my own dialog. “Aww, I thought you were going to give me some of that cum, Thomas,” I said in my best sexy-pouty-slutty voice.

He grinned. “Not just yet, how ’bout you give us a little show.”

He helped me up onto my feet and I turned around and faced the couch. I pulled my tight dress slowly up over my plump bottom, exposing my bare pussy. After I spread my legs a foot or so, I grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled them apart.

“How’s that?” I asked innocently.

“God, you look … just … just amazing, Madi,” he gushed. “That dress looks great, but let’s get you out of it so the guys can see the rest of you.”

I turned around and faced him, reached behind my back, and worked the zipper so the little dress fell onto the carpet. The camera zoomed into my breasts, so I took them into my hands and gently kneaded them.

“God, those are amazing tits,” he gushed.

I let my erect nipples slip through the tips of my fingers and then I squeezed them and pulled them away from my breasts. He moved the camera lower and I opened my legs. I reached down and pulled the lips of my vagina apart, exposing my pink insides. After a few seconds he paused the camera.

“Okay, you’re doing amazing, now turn around and take a couple of steps and bend over,” he said.

I turned around, took a couple of steps, and stopped. I heard the little beep of the camera again and thought, game on. Then I bounced just a little bit so the cheeks of my ass shook slightly. I parted my legs, bent over, and pulled the cheeks of my ass apart, showing the camera my wet pussy and my asshole. He panned the camera up and I flashed a beautiful smile. Then I heard the camera click off.

“Beautiful, fuckin’ beautiful, now lie back on the couch.”

I walked over to the couch, sat down, kicked off my shoes, waited for the beep, then I lay back and opened my legs. Thomas quickly moved between them, took his cock at the base, slid it inside me all the way to the hilt, and began to slowly move inside me. His big thick cock felt so incredibly good.

Atticus and I had discussed this shoot at length; he really wanted me to make a big splash by doing something out of the ordinary, but not acting too crazy or anything. We had several kinky ideas but finally settled on one. Time to show these people I’m a little bit unusual and fun. So as I looked at the camera, I grabbed my ankle, lifted my foot close to my mouth, and began sucking on my big toe while he continued to gently move in and out of me.

“Oh, shit, that looks so hot! You like sucking on your toes?”

“I love sucking on my toes while I’m getting fucked.”

“You’re a wild bad girl, are you?”

“Yes, I am,” I cooed.

The camera panned down and he started rubbing my clit while picking up the pace. I let my toe slide out of my mouth. “That big cock feels so good. Yeah … just like that … rub my clit just like that,” I said between deep moans and pants.

He withdrew his fingers and started thrusting harder; somehow the angle had changed and his thick cock was rubbing perfectly on my clit. “Yeah, that feels so good … just a little more … just like that,” I cooed. He thrust hard into me one last time as the waves of my orgasm washed over me. My eyes closed for a few moments as I moaned in ecstasy. When my senses were back about me, I looked up and Thomas was grinning.

“You just came, didn’t you?” he said slyly.

I giggled. “Yes, I did. I told you I loved that cock of yours.”

He ginned. “Are you ready for some of my cum, now?”

“You bet I am.”

“You know, a lot of guys just fast forward to this part so why don’t you tell them your name, your age, and where you’re from.”

“I’m Madi Valentine, I’m 18 years old, and I’m from Dallas, Texas.”

“Nice. Now go ahead and work that cum out, baby.”

I gave the camera a big smile. “I’d love to.” He slid forward and I took his cock all the way down to the root in one motion. There were some white secretions on the shaft of his cock and I knew that was from me and how wet he’d gotten me. I always loved how I tasted and this time was no different. I kept bobbing on his cock for about a minute and then he slid backward, which extracted him from my mouth.

“Okay, stick out that tongue, pretty girl.” His normal in-control voice was replaced by a ragged, slightly hoarse tone.

I opened my mouth, extended my tongue, and kept my eyes on the camera. He slid forward until the head of his cock was touching my tongue and began furiously stroking it. I really wasn’t sure what to do so I just held still, looking into the camera, and kept smiling. Then his body stiffened and his breathing changed. Seconds later several long thick ropes of semen squirted into my mouth. When the blasts started to subside he inched just a bit closer and I gave the head a few hard sucks … he eased back and his cock slid out of my mouth. Once he recovered, he looked down at me.

“Oh, that’s so sexy, baby, show it to me.” I opened my mouth, showing his load and rolling it around on my tongue for several seconds. “Okay, why don’t you get rid of that for me.” I took a little breath, swallowed, and then opened my mouth wide to show the camera that it was empty. “That’s so hot, but I think I can give you just a little more.”

“Give it to me,” I said playfully.

He took his cock at the base and gave it one slow hard pull, and a big dollop of semen oozed out of the slit. I leaned forward and gave the head a slow suck. After I’d collected it, I opened my mouth again to show the camera his cum that I held on the tip of my tongue. I gave the camera a little smile and swallowed. I opened my mouth afterwards to show him it was all gone.

“You just have no problem with that at all, do you?” he said.

I giggled. “None whatsoever.”

“You think you can handle a little more?”

“Oh, I’d love that.” I smiled at the camera as he pushed the button, stopping the filming.

“Madi, that was awesome! You all good? Stand up and take a few minutes before we continue.”

“Okay, good, I just need a little water.” My cold water bottle was right where I left it, capped and untouched. After I drank a good amount, I walked back to where the boys were discussing the lights. My libido was off the charts; I didn’t want to lose the momentum I had going.

“Did it look good, Thomas?” I asked in my sweet voice.

“You looked amazing, Madi. I would swear you’re a veteran.”

I tilted my head up and crooked my finger at him. He leaned down and I kissed him with my open mouth. “Thank you for making me look good,” I whispered.

“It was my pleasure,” he teased. “Are you sure you haven’t done this before?”

I thought for a moment. “I made a few videos with my ex, so I guess I do have a little experience.”

“It shows, you’re a natural in front of the camera. A lot of first-timers are shy and nervous in front of the camera; but again, it looks like you’ve been doing this for years.”

“Thank you,” I said shyly.

“You wanna know how I know she’s good?” piped in Johnny. We both looked at him. “Most girls, even when they’re smiling, they make a face or even just a tiny wince when they swallow the load. But not you, Madi. You smiled the whole time you swallowed, never making a face or anything. You enjoyed it. People notice that shit.”

“Thanks, Johnny, that’s so sweet.” I really appreciated him saying that. And it sure made me warm up to him and what we were going to do in about thirty seconds.

Thomas brought us back to business. “We’ve got everything set up, are you ready for another go?”

“You bet, let’s do this.”

“Great, go back to the couch again and get on all fours. Oh, and make sure to keep your legs open.”

“Okay, no problem.” All of my nervousness was gone; a few orgasms will calm a girl much better than a glass of wine or a hit from a vape pen..

Johnny had been clothed the entire time but while I was talking to Thomas, he’d taken off his clothes and was already erect. After I moved into the position he wanted on the couch, Johnny grabbed the Point-of-View camera and moved to stand in front of me. Looking up at him, while I smiled, of course, I saw the camera’s red light come on.

“You know,” said Thomas, “much of the time the movie stops here. But our new best friend wants to keep going. Why is that, Madi?”

“I … guess I just like cock. And you are here, so …” I batted my eyes at Johnny, “…so let’s get to it!” With that, he stepped forward and I took his cock into my warm mouth.

I’ve never had sex with two guys within ten minutes of each other. I feel so … wanton …

Johnny’s cock was thicker than Thomas’s, but not quite as long. It didn’t matter, I sucked it like it was the last cock on Earth. I bobbed up and down on him relentlessly and his cock rammed into my throat each stroke.

“Madi, look over here.” Thomas had taken up a kneeling position so he could catch the blowjob action in a close-up. He jerked his head back, I took that to mean he wanted me to release Johnny’s cock from my mouth. I did so but quickly grabbed it with my left hand, the one away from the camera. My mouth was full of saliva and I thought of swallowing it, but I remembered my homework lessons that Atticus gave me; he’d given me several of what he considered were the best Amateur Allure first-time videos and told me to study them and do what they did. I spit a huge glob of hot saliva onto his cock, then took him back in my mouth a few times before reverting back to stroking him.

“I love this cock,” I cooed to the camera. “And I think it likes me, too.” I pushed his cock up so I could lick his balls, looking into the camera almost the entire time. I wondered if Johnny waxed because he was so smooth, I loved rubbing my face against his sack. I closed my eyes for a few moments, lost in the hedonistic moment.

When I opened them again Thomas was pointing up, indicating I should look back into Johnny’s camera, which I did. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Thomas panning along my body so I sucked Johnny’s cock vigorously, hoping my breasts were shaking good for the camera. I lost track of where he went after a few moments as I was overwhelmed once again by cock.

“Do you remember what you asked to do with my cock?” Thomas asked sweetly.

I pulled off of Johnny’s cock, catching the saliva in my hands. “Ummm … I asked if you would fuck my face?”

“Yes you did. Anything you want to ask him?”

I giggled as I looked directly into the lens. “Will you fuck my face also? I want you to.”

Johnny immediately pushed forward, sinking his cock to the hilt so that my nose was buried in his lower belly. He held my head there for a few moments with his empty hand, then pulled back and pumped his cock into my hot wet mouth. I held still while he fucked my mouth and throat hard. My mind went nearly blank under his cock’s assault.

Just when I thought he must be ready to come, he pulled out of me entirely. I gasped for air as a few ounces of spit drooled down my mouth and chin, spilling on the floor. I went to wipe it but Johnny shook his head. Right … guys like a messy chick when she’s fucking.

Johnny moved to get behind me and then I saw where Thomas had gone, he was filming extreme close-ups of my pussy and asshole the whole time.

“Oh yeah, you’re so ready, aren’t you! You’re actually dripping! I caught it all on here, man.” They high-fived and a few seconds later Johnny’s cock pushed inside my vagina. I was so wet I didn’t need any warm-up, I just wanted his cock. As he split me open and filled me, my pussy began instantly tingling. Sucking cock always got me going for some reason, and having these two guys just take my mouth and use me for their pleasure gave me a completely unexpected new high.

“Hold your head up, Madi.” It was Thomas; positioned right in front of me, he wanted reaction shots as I got fucked doggy-style by Johnny. With my mouth open I panted like a dog, like a bitch in heat. Thomas reached forward into the shot to hold my chin.

“You okay, little girl? Huh?”

“Oh, yeah … oh, God … yeah …” were all the words I was capable of saying.

He pushed his thumb into my mouth and I licked it with my tongue. “You’re a hot piece of ass, aren’t you? Say it.”

“Unh … I’m glad you … think I am … fuck, I need to come …”

“Do it, baby. Reach under there and touch your pussy. We’ll be right here, watching your face.”

I tried to keep my eyes open as I slid my fingers between my legs. Johnny’s thighs slammed into mine and I rubbed my clit … and somewhat collapsed as my orgasm washed over me.

“You’re beautiful when you come, do you know that?”

His cock still pounding me and orgasmic waves still crashing around me, I did manage a semi-coherent “Thank you” once my senses were back about me, which I thought was pretty good acting, considering the conditions. What I really wanted to do was lie down. But Johnny pulled out just a few moments later and pushed my hips so I fell back in the middle of the couch. Johnny and Thomas both scrambled around me so I just sat there. Johnny clambered up and straddled me with his dripping wet cock in his hand and Thomas got beside me to get close-up shots.

I could see that Johnny’s cock was covered with my cream, a lot of it, and that just made me proud. He moved forward and I took his cock into my mouth once more, tasting myself on his thick dick. He pumped my mouth for just a few strokes before he pulled back out and started stroking his cock as if his life depended on it. I knew his moment was coming so I held my mouth open and tried to smile up into his camera.

“Give me your hot come, baby. Please! I want it … you fucked me so good … now let me have it, baby.”

“Open wide,” Thomas groaned, and in two seconds a hot stream of cum fired into my throat. I expected more, but he quickly changed course and pulled back so that his next ropes of cum landed on my neck, then my breasts. His hot semen felt fantastic on my breasts, so much so that I wanted to rub it into them but I reasoned that all the semen would somehow wind up in my mouth, it was just what they did here.

“Hang on, I will get that.”

I stopped moving, wondering what that meant. I still had a shot of cum on my tongue that I kept there when Thomas did something I never would have thought of in a million years; he reached for a silver spoon he had just out of camera range. He pressed the edge of the spoon into my skin just beneath a trickle of cum and scooped it up. I opened my mouth wide and then closed my lips around the spoon after it entered my mouth. Thomas pulled the spoon out, and it was clean. I showed his camera the cum in my mouth and then swallowed it all down.

“Such a good girl! Now let’s get the rest of it. We’ve got quite a mess here.” Thomas pushed the spoon on the underside of my breasts, the cool metal pushing into my skin and then raking up and over my rigid nipple. This was so intense I was beside myself with excitement.

“How was that, Madi? Did that taste good?” He continued scooping up Johnny’s cum from my other breast and my stomach.

I gave the camera a big flirty smile. “It’s delicious, I want more.”

“You want more?”

I giggled. “You’re a bad boy, but I want more.”

“Here you go,” he said as he fed me and I dutifully swallowed the spoonful. “Are you having fun, Madi?”

“Loads.”

He laughed. “Loads. You’re fuckin’ amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” I said sexily. I looked at Thomas’s cock; he had never bothered to put his pants back on after the first part of the scene, and it was rock hard again. “But I want more.”

“More of what? What do you want?”

“I want a big fat load, right here.” I opened my mouth, extended my tongue, and sexily sucked on my finger.

“You’re insatiable, really.”

“Yes, I am … and you’d better give me what I want.”

“Lean back and spread your legs … good girl … oh, my God, you can do the splits? That’s just perfect.”

I noticed he never stopped filming, so I reached down and pulled my pussy lips apart. Thomas got on his knees to film that close-up with Johnny right beside him with his camera.

“Look at how wet you are, you are literally oozing.” I could feel it trickling down over my perineum onto my asshole.

If you want to fuck my ass I will say yes, paycheck or not. As turned on as I was at that point, I would have fucked anyone, I think.

Thomas rose up and inched forward as I lay with my legs spread wide open, my back on the couch. Both cameras caught the moment of insertion, his big cock entering me … filling me again … this was the second, no, wait, the third time I’ve had a cock inside me today … fuck me, Daddy … fuck me more … fuck me however you want me …

“Madi, silently count to three when I say, then look here and play with your tits. Now.”

Silently count, why? Doesn’t matter, I will do whatever you say right now. One, two, and three… hello, camera …

I brought my hands to my stomach, then slowly slid them up to cup my breasts. My thumb and forefinger of each hand just naturally curled around my nipples, and I tweaked and rolled them as I moaned for the camera. I would much rather have had Thomas’s hands on me, but he had one hand on the camera and the other on the back of the couch to stabilize himself.

“Do you like them?” I asked the camera. “My breasts? Do you like when I … mmm … squeeze them like this? … and pinch them? … mmm, fuck … that sends sparks to my pussy … I will twist them for you … oh, God, yes … your cock is fucking my pussy so good … I’m going to come while I pinch my nipples … is that okay? … you want me to come, baby? Oh, shit, yes … I’m coming right now … fuckkkkkkkk.”

My back arched involuntarily as his cock hit my clit just right, sending me over the edge. I closed my eyes, forgetting about the camera, and just reveled in my orgasmic bliss as Thomas’s cock continued to pound me out.

Jesus, I love this.

“Madi,” his urgent voice broke my dream-like state. “Sit up, I’m gonna come.”

He pulled out and I struggled to sit up. Thomas rested his cock on the lower lip of my open mouth as he stroked himself furiously. In less than ten seconds I felt hot semen shoot into my waiting mouth. It was a respectable amount despite his having come earlier. I looked back up to the camera as I pushed the semen almost out of my mouth, stopping just as it reached the edges of my lips.

“Good girl! You wanna get rid of that for me?”

I gave the camera a little smile, took a little breath, and swallowed. After that I opened wide to show that my mouth was empty.

“You look like you’re ready for more, Madi. Are you?”

“I could always use a little more cum, sure!”

“Well, unfortunately I think we are fresh out. I hope you enjoyed your first-ever porn shoot, Madi. Wave goodbye!”

Thomas stepped away slowly from me as I tilted my head and gave what I hoped was a cute little wave.

“Aaaand, we are clear!” announced Thomas. “Madi, I have to tell you, that was so amazing. This was incredible, you are gonna blow up our site, I just know it. Johnny, hand me your camera, and pull the memory cards from those stationary cams, too.”

I sat there on the couch still completely naked. It was all over so suddenly, I was in a little bit of shock. The boys fiddled with the various cameras and then Thomas left with all the memory cards; he said he was excited about editing this all together. Johnny, fully dressed, was turning off the lights and began organizing some of the gear.

“Great work today, Madi,” he said as he coiled up some cable.

Wham, bam, and not even a ‘thank you’, ma’am. I … I’m not … what’s going on?

“Johnny?” I asked in a small voice.

“Yeah, babe, what’s up?” He dropped the big roll of cable in a box.

“Can you come here for a minute?”

He looked at me, unsure of what I wanted. I patted the couch next to me. “Yeah, sure,” he answered as he came and sat down by me.

“Ummmm,” I started, feeling embarrassed. “This was, you know, my first time. And it was great, but it was like, also, a lot, you know?”

He gave me a great big smile and spread out his arms. “Come here!”

I practically jumped into his lap as he wrapped his arms around me. I had never been fucked and not hugged afterwards; it felt really strange to not be hugged. I needed a hug, I needed validation that I wasn’t just a piece of meat. I loved the sex, but I wanted a little connection, too.

Johnny rocked me and kissed the top of my head. I cried just a little bit; I wasn’t sad, it was just the release of all the emotions I’d had building up to this moment.

“Shhh, honey. You’re going to be okay.” He stroked my hair and rubbed my back. I cuddled him, appreciating what he was doing for me and so happy he wasn’t being a dick about it. He just held me and rocked me for about five minutes, and I felt much better. I gave him a big kiss on the lips when I felt like I had kept him from his job long enough.

He smiled at me. “You’re something special, kiddo. I don’t think you know yet just how special you are. If I didn’t have a girlfriend I’d be all over you. You know that, don’t you?”

“That’s sweet of you to say, Johnny. Thanks for holding me, you made me feel human. Your girl is lucky to have you.”

He looked like he was going to say something, then shook his head as if clearing his thoughts. “There’s a shower down the hall if you like. And Thomas has your money so be sure to see him on your way out. And … I mean it when I say you’re special. I … I better get going.”

Well, that got awkward. Maybe I shouldn’t have naked-hugged him for so long? I just needed some human companionship, for a little while, anyway. And I’m not showering here, I’m going home.

I picked up my money, a thousand bucks, and drove straight home.

– – – – –

“Hey, there, you need any help?” A handsome guy was getting out of his car just as I was trying to pick up my groceries from my car. I had seen him around the complex a few times, and he seemed nice enough.

“Ummm … sure! There’s a case of water you could carry for me, that would be awesome. I’m Jenna.”

“Jenna, hi. I’m Drake, nice to finally meet you.”

Damn, he’s got a nice smile. “Finally?” I asked.

“Yeah, I saw you move in last week, and I’ve been trying to think up an excuse to come say hello.”

“Ah, so you got to play the ‘damsel in distress’ card.”

“I did, and I’m so glad! Your accent, Texas, right? I grew up in Houston.”

“Is that right? I’m from Salome.”

He thought about that. “Never heard of it. Must be West Texas, that’s where all the pretty girls are from.”

I just smiled. We got to my door and I had to set everything down to get my keys. After I unlocked the door, he walked right in to set down his load on the kitchen counter.

“Can I help you put stuff away?”

“I think I’ve got it, but thanks for your help. Saved me a trip.”

“Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?”

Huh? Um, getting up late because I work until two at the Rhino, that’s what.

“Nothing much. I usually sleep in on Sunday.”

“You want to come to Magic Mountain with me?”

“Magic Mountain? I’ve only been here a week, I don’t know what that is.”

“It’s an amusement park, Six Flags? Huge roller coasters, fun food, and I’ve got special passes that get us to the front of every line, no waiting. It’ll be fun, whaddya say?”

Ummm … shoot. I’ve never been to an amusement park, just some silly county fairs.

“Okay, but I’ll buy my own ticket.”

“Already have them, they were free.”

“I’ll pay for parking.”

“Got passes for that, too.”

“I’ll buy lunch.”

“Careful, I eat a lot!”

“Me too. So, not too early though, okay?”

“Can I swing by at eleven?”

“Eleven … ummm … that’s kinda early for me.”

“Eleven-thirty, then?”

“Okay, that’ll work.”

He left, and I felt pretty good about things. It was great to finally meet someone outside of work and I hoped we’d have a fun day.

– – – – –

Drake opened our second beers and he and I toasted each other with a Stella as we sat in his apartment, eating some kabobs he’d had delivered. We each took a swig and dug into our food.

“I must say I am really impressed with you and how you did at the park. I’ve got friends, guy friends, who won’t go on half those rides, but you went on all of them!”

Was he kidding? The rattling, the vibration, the extra gravity at the bottom of the dips on the big roller coasters, I couldn’t get enough. My pussy was damp all day long.

Just don’t say anything really stupid, Drake, and you’ll get laid tonight.

“What was that big coaster called? Mammoth?”

“Goliath,” he corrected.

“Goliath, yes. I want to ride that again, right now!” I was babbling a little. I didn’t usually drink much at all and I was into my second beer already. But that Stella Artois was so smooth and wonderful, and I was just about ready for my next one.

We talked more about the assorted rides; he knew the histories and all the statistics of each one of them. His best friend’s dad was a bigwig in the company, that’s how he had these free lifetime passes. He was studying engineering and hoped to become a structural engineer and design theme parks.

I kept steering the conversation back to him every chance I could. I don’t know if it was him or the beers, but I found him just so fascinating–his life, his friends, his college, all of it.

He opened up our fifth beer, or … was it sixth? I was losing control. Everything just seemed great, and I was having the best time.

“So Jenna, why won’t you tell me where you work?”

“Because it’s a secret, and nobody can know my secrets, right?” I wasn’t entirely sure I was making sense. “But it’s a fair question, certainly. For certain. Okay, I will tell you. I work in a nightclub. At night.”

“Oh really? Which one? I’d love to come see you! I could bring a bunch of my friends …”

“Shhhhh.” I moved closer to him on the couch and put my arm around him. “You’ve been such a gennelman all day. All day and all night. And you know what? You don’t have to. You can take a little risk, if you wanna. Go ‘head, take a risk.” I tried to focus on him but I could tell he was getting a little antsy.