Cock of the Silver Fox
On Saturday morning me and Jenna went to Daddy's room to wake up Trang. She looked so sweet cuddled in with Daddy. Slut? Yes, but an adorable one.
"Come on T, let's get up and get ready. We are going to Sandy's for a business meeting."
"Mmm Hmm, just five more minutes."
"C'mon babe, we need you! And we need to get going!"
"Ok, but I'm a little busy at the moment ..."
We pulled back the sheets to see her legs slightly apart and Daddy's cock head between her lips. Is he even awake or is he sleep-fucking?
"Daddy! We need you to get up, not get it up. We need a ride. Up and at 'em, champ." I teased Daddy by saying 'up and at em' like he used to say to me when I was a kid.
Daddy stirred and put his hand on Trang's titty. She held his hand, and when she tried to push it off, it dropped to her hip and Daddy reached down to her pussy. Reached down and spread her lips a little. Daddy was awake!
"Daddy! No fucking Trang. You fucked enough last night. The sound of bedsprings kept us up til the wee hours."
"Jilly-bean, don't be mean, just cause Daddy gave Trang all his cream."
"Ok, Daddy, wow what a great poem. You're like ... one of those guys from English class ... ok, I can't think of any poets right now!"
"Samuel Taylor Coleridge?"
"Shelley?"
"Burns?"
"Ok, fuck all of you, you fucking assholes!" I stormed out of the room as they all laughed at me. Ok, so I'm not good in school, but who is running this business? Yeah, Jill, that's who!
I got dressed and when I got back to Daddy's room he was balls deep in Trang. Jenna was looking kind of sheepish, so I assume she was somehow involved.
"Ok, bye everyone! Enjoy whatever the fuck while I go sort out our lives!"
Ok, shit. I can't drive yet. Ok, I'll Uber. Fucking people in this house suck.
When I got to Sandy's I had calmed down. I was quite taken with her snazzy outfit. Short skirt, heels, stockings, loose fitting blouse. Perfect hair and makeup, and she smelled nice too. I was more taken with her gentleman caller. He looked to be around 60, but like a rugged, fit and handsome 60. When he said his name was Randy, I snort-laughed and he looked annoyed. But like "Randy" means horny, right?
"I thought you said she was cool and nice," said Randy.
"She is, she's just nervous and silly," Sandy assured him.
"Ok, well let's get to it then," Randy said curtly.
"Ok. Here's the deal. Jill, Randy is a retired investor. He's quite comfortable. He likes certain exotic things, and doesn't feel like his needs are met by conventional pornography. Randy will pay top dollar to see his loosely scripted acts that include his preferred types of scenes, performed by hotties. Like you."
"Top dollar? You had my interest, but now you have my attention. Talk to me about rates," I said flatly.
"They vary depending on length of the video, the number of people, complexity of the situation and so on, but we are talking thousands per shoot and, if you become a favourite, tens or hundreds of thousands in fees." Sandy smiled as she watched my expression.
"I can make that work," I said flatly. I am learning the art of negotiation on the fly.
"Cheeky. I like." Randy was maybe more fun than he first let on.
"I watched the video of your escapes with Sandy. Very hot. Sandy blew me while I watched it, and I'm sure I bruised her throat, I was so hard." Randy is sounding even more fun now.
"Randy, do you want to be part of the videos? Because we are down.to.fuck. We can do whatever you want, and with a safeword, a few things that you might not want." I was cocky, I was bratty. Fuck it.
Randy burst out laughing, "Fuck, I love you. Sandy, you were right, this one is hi-larious. Look, I want to lock you in for a film to see how it goes. How about I give you $1,000 and money for your counterparts. $1,000 each? Just to show I'm serious."
"I think I can make that work," I smirked. "Send me your script idea and we'll start making plans".
I was excited in the Uber ride home. Real money in my pocket, for all of us! This is going to help a lot! Plus the deal looks very promising.
I was surfing my phone when Randy's email popped up. I guess the fantasy script was written before, and now we were going to bring it to life. I texted Sandy to see if she'd help. She replied by text: "Help? I'm in the film 2! R U kidding? I cunt wait!"
When I got home, Trang, Jenna and Dad looked sheepish. They knew they fucked up. I gave the girls their money and they were astonished.
"There's more where that came from. Next time I tell you to do something, like get ready to go, you jump, get it?" Ok, not sure why I talk like a mobster now. Anyway, I digress.
"We are going to make a private fetish film. We're dressed in masks and shit. Yes, you heard me. Us three girls, Sandy and Ty will fuck in various combinations and permutations."
The girls looked stunned. Fuck it, whatever pays the bills. I texted Ty to call me to discuss.
Then I called Sandy.
"Love the script!" I told her. "So we are going to need resources. We need costumes, we need space, we need to rehearse!"
Sandy told me, "Look, Randy has buckets of cash and elaborate needs and desires. If we need resources, it wll be there. Film crew? No problem. Need a space and need to have it lined with plastic to keep it clean? Done. We are the talent, dear, not the producers and directors. We fuck, ok?"
"Okaaayyy. Sounds good, and easy. Where do we go, and when? What's the deal exactly?"
"I'll text you the address, but it's going to be tomorrow at 11 am. We'll have a crew of four. Camera, lighting, artistic director and someone to manage props. I will probably help the director too. They'll show up early. The space will be a condo that we've rented from one of those online services. Owners are away so are doing daily rental."
"Ok, see you then. With the whole team."
I spoke to the girls, imparting upon them that they had to be ready on time, because we're pros and we're earning some real money now. Daddy would drive us. We'd pick up Ty on the way. It would be a tight squeeze in the car, but we're used to tightly squeezing each other!
