"You nervous baby?" Eric asked Mary, who seemed like a deer in the headlights as she looked around the crummy room that was serving as a movie set for the amateurish production the teen was about to star in.
"Yes," Mary said honestly as she looked at the sleazy movie director who was talking to the equally greasy looking guy who was holding the camera, and while she was tempted to just bolt out the door Mary stayed in place, not wanting to upset Dwight's father.
Eric hadn't told Mary about his son's upcoming visit so it wasn't like she was doing this dirty movie because she was being extorted, but the thought was in her mind. Besides, there was something about all this that excited Mary as much as it disgusted her.
All through her life she had been the target of barbs and jokes, making school a nightmare for her as girls snickered and boys avoided her. Now, having shed much of her excess weight Mary was finding the attention she was now getting quite intoxicating.
Dwight's grandfather. When he seduced her Mary wrote that off as just as old man being lonely and desperate, but then when Mac's son Eric had shown so much interest in her? He was neither old or lonely and had a very pretty wife as well, so when that handsome bodybuilder with a body like Hercules lusted after her, that was different.
Lucinda, Eric's wife and Dwight's stepmother, was a beautiful woman with a body like a model's. Mary had never experienced anything like that, and apparently Lucinda had liked being with her because she picked Mary up a few days ago and they spent an afternoon making love.
Now Mary was about to have sex with Eric, only this time there would be an audience. Mac Green was standing back in the corner, watching his son and the teen getting ready while keeping an eye on the proceedings from a distance.
Wally Wallace, the owner of this business called Premier Adult Enterprises, gave Mary the creeps the way he looked at her but even then there was something about the attention he gave her that sent tingles down her spine.
When they first got there Mr. Wallace had got her in the corner and told Mary that he would like to get to know her better. He looked like a hustler running a crooked carnival game and he smelled like cheap cigars when he handed Mary one of his cards with his phone number on it.
"I know you like black guys but I ain't never had any complaints," Wally said while making sure Eric was occupied elsewhere. "Give me a call if you want to have a good time."
"Uh - okay," Mary said as she stuffed the card in her jeans pocket while hoping Eric would come to her rescue.
"You didn't shave that bush or anything, did you honey?" Wally asked, and after Mary shook her head he asked her if she had shaved her armpits.
"Too bad," Wally mused as he looked at the galaxy of five o'clock shadow that already coated her underarms even though she had shaved before leaving the house. "You want to make some real money? Don't shave them for a while. Bet you'd be real hairy in no time. Maybe let your legs get furry too. You could come in and just do some solo work, you know? Pose some to show the guys how hairy you are and then stick a dildo up your snatch. Easy money. What do you think?"
"Uh - I don't know. Let me think about it," Mary replied, although she had no intention of ever coming back here again. This was a one-time thing and besides, Dwight was coming soon.
"What the hell are you up to Wally?" Eric Green bellowed as he came up to interrupt the sleazy entrepreneur.
"Just business, right baby?" Wally said with a wink towards Mary. "And speaking of business, let's get this production in gear. We're going to make movie history here today, right Marty?"
The cameraman nodded as he stood by the only furniture on the set, a bed with a thin blanket on it, and as Eric brought the trembling teen over he mentioned that they were in luck.
"The sheets are clean," Eric noted. "That's a switch."
"Do we have a script or anything?" Mary asked.
"Nope. It's a silent movie and they'll put some shitty rock music over it after we get done," Eric explained. "Wally will be yelling stuff out to us as we go along. Just do the best you can to ignore these guys and whatever you do, don't look at the camera. Okay?"
"He's right," Wally interjected. "Just pretend that you and him are alone and forget the rest of us. You wearing bra and panties there Mary?"
"Yes."
"Clean I hope," Wally said. "Now what we're gonna do is pretend Captain Hook here is bringing you to his apartment. Act scared and shy."
"I am scared," Mary replied.
"Great. Now you're a scared little girl who is scared of this big muscular black man - let's get your hair in pigtails. Marty, you got anything me can use for that?" Wally asked the cameraman who shrugged before rummaging through a box on the floor. "Captain Hook is going to bring you over next to the bed and pull your blouse up over your head and then take off your bra. You keep acting shy, right?"
"I'll try," Mary answered while watching the camera guy approach her with a couple of bands for her hair, and after he fumbled around the teen took the bands and made her hair look the way the director wanted.
"Perfect. Now you look like a kid, at least from the neck up. Just don't look at the camera," Wally reiterated. "Let Captain Hook take off your jeans and panties and Eric, stay behind her at make sure your run your hand through her bush. Fluff that jungle up real nice and let the camera zoom in on that pussy."
"Got it," Eric said as he kissed Mary on the back of the neck. "Just try to relax and enjoy it babe. Try to let your facial expressions say what your words wood. Ham it up. Guys love it when they see a white girl all scared when a black guy is stripping her down."
