I had a recent visit from a niece and nephew I hadn't seen in many years. It occurred to me that I didn't know what to expect, and almost didn't recognize them. That started the wheels turning...
I hope you enjoy it.
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"Come in," I called out, following the knock on my door. The slightly plump, middle-aged woman who stuck her head in the door knew exactly what we did here, and didn't care one iota. Stella had been my assistant for years, and so long as the paychecks were good, she was a happy employee.
"Your first afternoon audition is here, Mr. Stewart," Stella said. "Shall I send her in?"
"Um, yeah, sure Stella," I nodded, putting down the camera I had been fiddling with. This job combined my two favourite things in the world; cameras, and beautiful women.
Maybe that should be three things. Yes. Expand the list to include fucking those beautiful women.
With that in mind, I opened the drawer in my desk, and retrieved a blue, oblong pill, tossing it in my mouth. A drink of water completed the process. I was ready to proceed.
The door opened again, and in stepped a blonde well worthy of the designation 'bombshell'. Tall, lean and decidedly top-heavy, she was also quite pretty. I hoped she was willing to audition in the same manner as so many other girls had been. I was eager to sample that body.
Yeah, that's right. I'm a porn producer, or pornographer, or whatever you want to call it. In the age of digital photography and the Internet, there were hundreds of others like me, happy to provide sex of the digital variety to the masses for a small monthly fee. It was a very lucrative business, and there was no shortage of girls who were willing to perform for the camera, combining their sexual appetite and source of income. Depending on who you talked to, we were all either slightly below... or slightly above... pimps and prostitutes. Either way, I didn't care.
The blonde took a seat, looking quite nervous, but not enough to leave. I looked at her bio.
"Seneca Avion. Nice name. Is it real?" I asked.
"Does that really matter?" she asked back.
"Not really, no. Almost no one in this business uses their real name, so don't sweat it," I told her. "If you do end up working for us, we will need your real name for our records. Social, birthdate, all that legal stuff. Gotta put a name on the paycheck, you know?"
"Of course," she nodded.
"Local girl?" I asked, probing deeper.
"No. Back east," she smiled, relaxing a bit more.
"Age?"
"Twenty," she answered.
"Tell me about yourself. Why do you want to be an actress of this sort?" I prodded, hoping she'd open-up a little more, and be herself.
"Okay, well, um... I'm five-foot seven, one hundred and twenty five pounds, 34DDD-23-36..." she offered, recapping the data on the paper in front of me. Her huge blue eyes wandered around the room, and she bit her plump lower lip, as if looking for the answer to the other question. "I like sex. I like sex, a lot. I guess I just figured this was as good a way as any to make a lot of money. I'm young, and might as well use it while I've got it."
"Mmmmm hmmm," I smiled, having heard it all before. Every girl in this business starts out like this.
I like to fuck, so I get paid to do what I like.
They don't see the other end of it. Adult movies are still movies. There's more to it than just showing up, dropping your panties, and letting some stud give you an orgasm. Lighting, camera angles, takes and retakes, and retakes, and retakes, and getting fucked for hours and hours every day you work. It becomes a job, no matter how much you want it to stay fun. There are a select few who can truly enjoy getting pounded by multiple guys every day, having their vaginas ravaged by huge, porn-cocks over and over. Those women have long, superstar careers, but give up their life in exchange.
I mean, how can you have a normal anything, when so many people recognize you after seeing you get fucked a thousand times? Even changing your name can only do so much.
"34DDD, huh?" I noted, looking directly at her chest. "Very nice. Natural? And no, that doesn't matter either. There's a market for boobs of all sizes and types, but bigger usually is better."
"Good," she giggled, jiggling her breasts slightly. "I'd hate to think I wasted my money. No, they're not all natural, but they are mostly me. Just thought a little more fullness might be good. Would you like to see them?"
My, my, she is relaxing,
I thought.
I usually need to ask at least once to get a girl to show her tits. She must be proud of them.
"I'd love to," I smiled.
This room... My 'office'... was really quite small. It was the smallest bedroom in the house, a house we rented, and made available by the 2008 downturn in the real estate market. Foreclosed on by the bank, it had sat empty for years, until I offered to rent it. I guess they figured getting something for it was better than just paying taxes.
Anyway, it was a big house, with five bedrooms, so we had the ability to use different sets for our shoots. This room, being the smallest, became mine, and held only my desk, a few shelves, and a small leather couch.
My casting couch, if you will, and that's where Seneca was sitting, looking very good. She was dressed to show off her attributes. Smart girl. Shorts that could have been painted on hugged her hips, showing off both her long, smooth legs, and flat, smooth midsection.
But, we'd get to that part of her body later. Right now, I was focused on her chest.
She was wearing a cropped t-shirt, which her breasts stretched tight, letting the bottom hang loose below her bust. It was a sexy, peek-a-boo look, but also easy to remove. She simply grabbed the lower edge, and peeled it upward over her head, tossing it aside. That left only her bra, which was quite nice, in its own right, a lacey number that was filled to capacity by her big, round tits.
