(Looking for someone to write story) 1st Porn Movie Story Idea.

[cutegirl3818]

I have an idea for a story for a detailed story writer to hopefully write.
(Looking for someone to write story based on my idea)

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A 19yo college girl named Kelly. She has been at college for a year now and have found being a student is a big struggle. She has done a few jobs over the last year but all took up far too much time for money they were paying. With tuition fees due at the end of the month and rent going up her grant is not going to cover half of it and to be honest she was getting a bit desperate, she was going to ask her parents for the cash but as they had given her an allowance since she had been away from home, it was her fault that this months had gone. Anyways they had no more to give because money was tight.

She had just finished a class and was walking down the main corridor past the bulletin board on the board. On the board was mainly old local jobs and personals ads for study buddies and it was the place that if there was a party on with an open invitation the details were there. As she was looking a guy approached her and said "Hey beautiful, need money check this out," and the person handed her a flyer and walked off.

The flyer said -
"Having money problems"
"Need cash desperately"
"Then maybe this is what your looking for"
“Girls wanted to star in adult movies”
“Pays very well to the right girls”
“Even get paid for just an interview, no obligations to be in a movie if it is nothing you are interested in after the initial interview”
“Phone **********”

She was just like any other normal young girl she has liked the sex she has had up until now in her life. But she did think it could get better with the right partner.

She has only had sex in a relationship with the other person. So no one night stands or drunken hookups.

She has only had 4 bfs in her whole life and so far not one of them was that great at sex so she figured it must be like that for most women and to get someone good it must take luck.

Her 1st boyfriend she only got as far has handjobs and blowjobs until she dumped him for bragging that she had had sex with him but she hadn't, and he always came really quick.

2nd boyfriend he was the first she had sex with and only lasted a few minutes. Then he dumped her because that's all he wanted and wanted to move onto another girl. He did like her blowjobs but she eventually stopped them because he didn't like cunnlingless.

3rd boyfriend
He liked her blowjobs but she threatened to stop them because he didn't like cunnlingless, so he sometimes reluctantly did it but he never did it for long and she didn't find it that great. He also only did missionary and didn't last to long.
Eventually he cheated on her.

Her last boyfriend (4th)
He loved her blowjobs and he didn't mind cunnlingless, but she didn't find it that great because he just didn't know how to do it properly. They also only did missionary but he did last longer. Also sometimes could cum once from blowjob and another from the sex.

For her she just had never had an orgasm through sex, so she found she had to finish masturbating herself to reach an orgasm.

Although she doesn't have a boyfriend at the moment she has had her share of normal sexual experiences. But having sex with a stranger and on camera for money was something way different, and something she had never considered or would ever do.

But for some reason she looked around and saw no one was looking and she took the flyer and put it inside one of her books and started walking home to her one bedroom apartment, and she didn't give it much thought on the way home.

A couple weeks went by and she used up most of her money now paying some of her fees and she had nothing left for the rent and she was already late with it.

She was getting way behind the more she got into the semester. She was still having no luck with finding extra cash, for mounting bills. She was feeling so low about her situation all the jobs that had been on the notice board had been filled. She hadn't been out either in months.

She didn't know what she was going to do she desperately needed money. She had cut back on alot of things, she was nearly buying all generic food stuff and just scraping by.

She was looking through her assignments and the flyer fell out. She realized it was the flyer she was given weeks earlier and in desperation and despair more than anything else she decided she would ring and get some information.

She decided to be discreet and she set her number up so it would show up as a blocked number.

The person who answers the phone is the owner of the company and will be the Director/Cameraman for this story Scenario. (He usually does the initial interviewing process with new clients but he does not have sex with them he would call another guy)

She tells him why she is calling and he notices the nervousness in her voice. As he talks to her he would speak to her nicely and put her at ease and tell her things like she wouldn’t have to do anything that she didn’t want to.
He would tell her she can come in for an initial interview were he would ask her questions on camera and he will get paid for this, then it is up to her if she continues any further than the interview or to leave and to think about my options.

Then if things progress and she decides to perform in an actual scene on camera then, she will be paid more.

On the phone he would maybe ask a few general questions for example describe to him a rough physical description of her appearance, maybe breast size.

She would describe herself for example b-cup breasts and blonde her that reaches down to the middle of her back.
She would ask about how much the interview pays.
He tells her $500 for just the interview.
When she decides she will come in for the interview they arrange to meet.

When she comes to the studio the Owner/Director/Camera guy greets her at the front of the studio and shows her around abit and talks to her for just a little bit to make her feel at ease and comfortable.

I was thinking the layout of the studio -

It just looks like a one story office building. The front doors are kept locked so there is no disturbances. But it has a intercom at the front door if people come to the studio.

It has a kind of a reception area and waiting area at front then down the hall it has a few offices on either side. Then down further it has several rooms each room is a different set up. We have an office setup, a doctor’s office setup, a school classroom setup. We also have 3 living room setups, 3-bedroom setups, bathroom set ups, a garage setup, two kitchen setups, and other setups. We’re also constructing a porch setup with a hot tub, that one should be done by this weekend.

He shows her the costume department make up area and even a bathroom were actors wash up before and after scenes for example a dressing rooms.
In one of the rooms he has set it up a little like a living room and it has a big couch then across from it is a camera set up and a seat behind it for the camera person. It also has lighting equipment and other equipment for filming a scene.

Another room has it set up like a bedroom with lighting equipment and other equipment for filming a scene.

Then eventually the Owner/Director/Camera guy takes her into his office and they take a seat at his desk.

He would get and show he has the $500 for the interview. Then gives it to her.

She is satisfied that it seems legit. So he asks her to come into one of the rooms were it is set up like a lounge room which has a big couch set up in it.

Then he would get her to take a seat on the couch opposite him, then he would turn the camera on.

I was thinking the Owner/Director/Camera guy starts off asking her some general questions like to introduce herself and ask her questions like how old are you.

Eventually the questions slowly progress as she begins to feel more comfortable and relaxed, and the Owner/Director/Camera guy will then begin to ask her sexual things like do you like to have sex with or without a condom.

He explains about how it's $1000 for sex on camera with a condom but how it's much better if it's without one because people like that and more movies are made and bought.
He explains to her if she is willing to go without a condom then she would get $2000 for the role.

She wants the extra money but she has only ever had protected sex.

Then he asks a few more questions like.
The Owner/Director/Camera guy asks if she does anal and she responds with a no. The Owner/Director/Camera guy asks why not.

Maybe she explains she is kind of scared to try it. He explains to her that it is fine if she didn't like that. No pressure to do that.

Then more questions for example were does she like a guy to cum. Mostly the tits she says. He asks what about inside her pussy.

She goes on to tell him no not there because she is not on the pill at the moment because she can't afford it. She tells him if she was to do a scene, then the person will have to pull out because she doesn't want the risk of getting pregnant.

The Owner/Director/Camera guy agrees that this is not a problem but he has a big surprise for her he will tell the male actor he calls he is to surprise her because the plan is for him not to pull out the Owner/Director/Camera guy wants the male actor to cum inside her because its better for the scene, and he really likes to set this up for first timers and to get the females responses to the risks of maybe getting pregnant.

After the initial interview the Owner/Director/Camera guy says he knows a guy who lives not far away and he could call him up to come in to do a scene with her if she is willing to do one.

She thinks on it for a few minutes and decides to do it.
Once he comes back from making the call he asks her. While she is waiting is she comfortable showing her body on camera.

She say yes even though she is abit nervous.

Owner/Director/Camera guy begins to ask her to strip, one piece of clothing at a time, until she is naked.

But after each piece he stops and admires her body and compliments her on her body. Making her feel relaxed and comfortable about continuing.
Maybe once her breasts are free and he compliments her on them he asks to feel them.

Then once she is fully naked he asks her to sit on the couch and spread her legs so he can see her beautiful shaved pussy.
He may ask to touch it too.

He then gets her to play with herself a bit while there waiting for the guy to arrive.

After some mastubation and he can see she is really turned on he may ask her if she has ever had a sex toy. She responds by saying no. Maybe he brings her a suction cup dildo to play with, and says she can keep this after today finishes.

The guy who comes is about 30yo. (6 inches is normal cock size) and she has had no bigger than that. But he is 6 an a half inches so just over average. But he knows how to use his cock.

He would come in when she has just started to masturbate, and also use the dildo. Once he starts he gives her first cunnlingless/oral sex orgasm.

Then she would show her blowjobs skills.
Which would lead to sex and her experiencing more than missionary position and experiencing orgasms through sex an having several orgasms.

Maybe they try missionary first with him on top, then maybe her on top. Then doggie style, and finishing with reverse cowgirl.

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My idea for the end of this story scenario is that he catches her response on camera when she is maybe in a reverse cowgirl position and the she has another orgasm in this position and the guy cums inside her and she is not happy and she is upset and worried about getting pregnant.
Maybe tells her to try and push as much out as possible.

The filming ends when she ends up leaving the room to go to the bathroom to shower and to try to wash the cum out of herself.

The Owner/Director/Camera guy would come to her and say Please don't be so upset or worried because he needed this real response for the scene.

Then The Owner/Director/Camera guy would go on to explain there is no risk of getting pregnant because the male actor has had a vasectomy and there is no risk.

The Owner/Director/Camera guy goes on to put her at ease and to explain how good she was and he would definitely would love to film her again if she was interested in doing another scene sometime.

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Anyways that is my detailed idea for the story. I have other ideas to continue the story if this is written.

Let me know what you think if you are interested in writing the story.

(If you are a detailed story writer, pls send me a private message.)

So please only genuine people who are committed to writing this story, contact me thank you.

(Also I would not be posting this if I felt I was any good at writing the whole story)

[Army of One]

Have a look at my own story, "Liana", which deals with pretty much the same material. It should give you a bit of an idea as to how you can right this.

[cutegirl3818]

Thks
Still looking

[Sweetums]

Did you get my DM?

[Colin Piper]

Hi,

And welcome. Interesting story.

Let me just say that from my point of view at least, coming up with a great idea for a story, and the writing of the story, are not a 50/50 split. It could be story/writing  20/80, or even 10/90. Whatever way you look at it, the idea is the easy part and the writing is hard graft, and you'll be lucky to get even one private message offering to write it for you. There are no shortcuts in this process, sorry to say.

My head and several microsoft word documents are full of great ideas for stories that have never seen the light of day; the real skill in story writing is getting what's in your head on to a page, and having that page at least resemble some of the excitement you feel about the thoughts in your head (invariably, for me, it's never quite as good, and I'll wager I'm not alone there).

I would say given the effort you've gone to in explaining the story, and despite what you've said about your own abilities, you could have a go at writing it yourself.

Just expand on what you have. Add dialogue and description. The first draft will probably be crap, but if you have a complete story from beginning to end you have something to work on. It's really not that much more than what you've done already.

Just my thoughts.

Good luck.

Colin.

[Sweetums]

Surprise!
by Sweetums

Chapter 1: The Interview

"Hi Kelly," said Martin Felt from behind the camera. He had a low, soothing voice. "Welcome to Distressed Dilettantes dot com." Martin was older, in his late fifties, but he still kept fit. He had reason to think he was reasonably attractive.

Kelly Langston, Martin's latest find, was sitting at the foot of a king-sized bed. The perky blue-eyed blonde looked very young, like she could be in junior high school. She waved at the camera with the fingers of one hand and said, "Hi," in a high, soft voice. Her tale of the tape right before the shoot put her at 4'11" with 34" B-cup breasts, a 22" waist, and 34" hips. That would look good on the website. She couldn't weigh more than 80 pounds dripping wet. Her nipples stood erect against her Calvin and Hobbes t-shirt.

Martin always made sure the set was a little chilly at the start of a shoot. The lights and whatnot warmed the place up fast. Her legs, in a pair of tight bluejeans, were tightly, nervously crossed. Her legs were so short, they dangled. She was wearing black socks. Martin had asked her before starting the camera to take her boots off and get comfortable. She'd seen no reason to object. "And how old are you?" asked Martin.

"I'm nineteen years old," answered Kelly.

"Okay, this is the part where you hold up your driver's license and social security card for us," said Martin. "That's good. You can put them away now." She fussed with her wallet. She finally threw them into her purse, closed it, and put it on the floor. "Can you tell us why you're here today, Kelly?" asked Martin.

"I'm here for an interview," Kelly ventured.

"What kind of interview?" asked Martin.

"An interview... about... my sex life?" Kelly stammered.

"An honest interview," said Martin. "You know I can tell if you're lying, right?"

"I won't try to stupidly lie," said Kelly a bit resignedly, looking straight at the camera.

"Okay, here's $250." Martin handed over the cash. "You'll get the other half at the end of the interview."

"Okay," said Kelly. She paused to open her purse and stuff the five fifties into her wallet. She closed everything and looked at the camera.

"First question," said Martin. "What made you want to talk about your sex life on camera?"

"The... money?" said Kelly.

"Other than that," said Martin.

"I don't know... um," said Kelly. "A lot of things. I quit my job last week because it's too many hours for school and not enough money. I need to quickly pay my room and board soon or they'll kick me out of the dorm. I tried to urgently get financial aid or a student loan, but that's a long shot because of my parent's debt."

"We met when you were waiting in line outside the financial aid center, didn't we?"

"Yes, you and your flyers. I'd seen you around before."

Kelly found one of Martin's flyers during freshman orientation. It was up on a telephone pole across the street from the university gates. She remembered being astonished and frightened. It was seedy-looking, printed in black and white on neon card stock, and had been rained upon. It said, "Women: Having money problems? Need cash? It's easy to make $500 to $5,000 in only a few hours of your time. We will pay you $500 just for a candid video interview. Just answer a few personal questions and walk away minutes later with $500 or more in your pocket! Does it sound too good to be true? Call (897) 383-5268 and hear how easily your money problems can vanish." There was a line of tear-off phone numbers across the bottom, and some of them had been torn off! It gave her a nervous feeling in her abdomen.

In her dorm hall's shared toilet stall that night, she played with herself. She ran the back of her electric shaver across her clitoris thinking about the consequences of the mangled flyer. She thought about the nasty lost girls who tore off those numbers. She thought about what they had been forced to do to get that cash. She imagined herself outside student services with her checking account overdrawn. She would have only one day left to pay her tuition, room, and board. She imagined the football player who usually sat in front of her in English Lit. He was probably one of their performers. She would have to suck his dick. It was way too big, and he would force it deeper than she'd ever had to before. Then he'd pick her up off the floor and yank down her panties. "No!" she'd cry, but then they'd wave a huge wad of bills at her. She knew she would need it all to avoid losing her dorm room, her classes, and her future. She grabbed the wad of cash and closed her eyes. As she felt her well-hung classmate's erect penis slide between her thighs, she came explosively with a grunt. Luckily, she was sitting on the open toilet, so the mess mostly dripped into there.

The flyers were a nasty campus fixture, positing an evil, exploitative underworld hovering just outside the university gates. They would go up everywhere overnight and then slowly be torn down piecemeal by the campus police. She would give herself a thrill that would later fuel one of her late night bathroom visits. She would surreptitiously tear off a number, or sometimes take the whole flyer. Months later, but still in her freshman year, she'd noticed Martin walking around campus putting up the flyers. She'd been disappointed that he'd looked so banal.

 "Yes, I remember seeing you waiting in line," said Martin. "My eyes were instantly drawn to you."

"You accosted me," Kelly complained, and then looked down at her stockinged feet, smiling gently.

"I just said 'hey beautiful,' and you are a very beautiful young lady, Kelly," said Martin. "You were like a swan among geese." It was that voice, that deep, comforting, lighthearted voice that had changed her first impression of him. He was funny and utterly disarming. At the end of their conversation, he'd begged her again to call him. If she didn't, he threatened to kill himself in improbable ways. "I'll eat only my own flyers until you call. You see, I'm starting right now." He tore off a corner with his teeth, chewed it and swallowed it. "If you never call, I'll slowly die of malnutrition. It's like a hunger strike, but with flyers. Call me," he pleaded as she'd disappeared through the threshold of the financial aid center. She'd looked back to see him walking away, uninterested in talking to any of the other girls behind her.

"So, in a word, ladies and gentlemen, Kelly is distressed," said Martin. "If she doesn't pay for her dorm by tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow," Kelly confirmed. It was an exaggeration, but it didn't hurt for people to think she was less of a total whore. "Wait a minute. Girls watch your website?"

"Of course they do, Kelly," said Martin. "Other women love to watch young women like yourself talk about their early experiences, perhaps make a few new experiences. Haven't you ever watched porn?"

"Of course not," said Kelly, "I don't have the money for that!"

"And yes," said Martin, "yes of course. Porn always costs money to make, right folks? And the money people pay to see Kelly, here, for example, will go to keep her in her dorm room. She's out on the street tomorrow without this money," concluded Martin. "Now second question, have you ever appeared on camera before, talking about sex?"

"No," said Kelly.

"Have ever you taken off your clothes in front of the camera?" said Martin.

"No!" answered Kelly incredulously.

"Ever appeared with a naked man in front of a camera?" asked Martin.

"No! Martin-" said Kelly, annoyed.

"Ever done anything sexual in front of a camera?"

"No," she said in frustration.

"Still photographs or videos?" asked Martin.

"No, Martin, No. En Oh," said Kelly, opening her eyes wide and staring Martin down.

"So you'd say you were a dilettante in this business?" asked Martin.

"Y-... Oh, that's the name of your website." Kelly smiled briefly. "No, I mean yes, Martin. I'm not even a dilettante," she said emphatically. "I'm a none-a-tante."

"Stunning," said Martin, "and smart, too. She's clearly a university student, folks. She's teaching me new words. Now I'll have to buy that domain, too." Martin took a deep breath. "Okay Kelly, take a deep breath. What about sex?"

"What about it?" said Kelly innocently.

"Have you ever had any boyfriends? Or girlfriends?" asked Martin.

"No girlfriends! At least not sexual ones," Kelly established. "But I've had four boyfriends."

"And by 'had,' you mean?" asked Martin.

"No, you dirty. Not the first one, at least," said Kelly, smirking. He was good at drawing her out.

"Tell us about the first one. Tell us about what you did when you wanted to be... romantic," prompted Martin.

"Well, we'd sit in his parent's car, and use spit and hands," said Kelly.

"On you?" asked Martin.

"No him!" Kelly clarified. She was feeling itchy.

"And did he ejaculate when you did this? Produce semen?" asked Martin.

"Yes, I know what to... I know how to do it," Kelly assured Martin.

"Was that it with boyfriend number one?" asked Martin.

"No, I... used my mouth?" said Kelly uncertainly.

"You fellated him?" asked Martin.

"No, he wasn't a fish, I didn't filet him," said Kelly. Now he was being silly.

"You put your mouth on his penis?" clarified Martin.

"Yes," said Kelly. The lights were warm. She was getting damp.

"Put it into your mouth?" asked Martin.

"Yes, I know what to do. It was all in my mouth," said Kelly.

"Did you suck on it?" asked Martin.

"No," said Kelly, like it was some perversion. "Just in and out of my mouth."

"And he would ejaculate?" asked Martin.

"I know how to completely do it," said Kelly like she was talking to a child.

"Ejaculate in your mouth?" asked Martin.

"That's where it was," Kelly told him like she was talking to an idiot.

"What did you do with it?" asked Martin.

"I spat it out," said Kelly. "What else would you- No, don't tell me-"

"Well, some women swallow it." The look on Kelly's face at that moment of the video is priceless. "Some women pull the penis out of their mouth at the last moment. They let it spray all over their face or chest, you know, their breasts. If there's more than one woman involved-"

"Please, no, stop Martin," pleaded Kelly, throwing up her hands in a warding gesture.

"I didn't mean to give you brain damage," said Martin.

"Yeah, you're giving me brain damage," Kelly agreed, chuckling. She was thinking of the entire football team spraying their semen onto her face and bare breasts all at once.

"So, in short, you gave him blowjobs," clarified Martin.

"Yes, blowjobs," confirmed Kelly.

"So, why didn't it work out with boyfriend number one?" asked Martin.

"Well, he wanted to right away put it in and all, but-"

"Put his penis in your vagina," clarified Martin.

"What else would we be talking about? No-" Kelly's hands flew up to ward again.

"Some people put the penis into the anus-"

"Stop. We're not talking about that. I've heard about it," Kelly said with a sneer.

"You've never done it?" asked Martin.

"BMs come out of there!" Kelly informed him, annoyed, as if that closed the case on that subject. At the same time she was thinking of that linebacker in her English class enslaving her, as she sometimes did. She imagined him punishing her for not letting him do it to her in the front by putting it in... back there. She would pass out from the pain of having all her guts forced backwards while he felt such nasty pleasure. When he finished, she would throw it up. It would come spilling out of her mouth as she choked on it. Then, to stop him, she would promise to let him do anything he wanted. She squirmed and recrossed her legs on the bed the other way. This gave frame freezers that one frame of her jeans pulled tight across her pudendum.

"Okay, getting back to why you broke up with boyfriend number one," said Martin.

"Well, we kissed, but..." Kelly made a rubbing motion of her hand over her torso, over her breasts, over her crotch.

"He wouldn't stimulate you?" asked Martin.

"He wouldn't, but that's not why," Kelly said. "He told the entire school that we did it, but we didn't."

"Did people believe him?" asked Martin.

"Well, nobody believed him," said Kelly, recalling the blessed relief. "Except Steve."

"Who was Steve?" asked Martin.

"My second boyfriend," said Kelly. She nodded and pointed off camera at Martin, and they said, "aha!" at the same time.

"So he approaches you, and he wants it too?" asked Martin.

"Something like that," said Kelly.

"So you gave it to him?" asked Martin.

"No, not right away," Kelly smiled. She rocked her legs and ass back and forth on the bed a few times.

"So what did you do with him instead?" asked Martin.

"A LOT of blowjobs," said Kelly.

"And he stimulated you?" asked Martin.

"Sometimes," answered Kelly. She immediately thought of that one time in Steve's parent's truck. He had sucked on her breast and jiggled and jiggled down there. She had howled out her soul and had a fit for several seconds. That was the most powerful, and the first time she hadn't done it with her own hand.

"What would he do?" asked Martin.

"He would touch me with his hands..." said Kelly, daydreaming.

"Where?" asked Martin.

"Everywhere," enthused Kelly.

"On your vulva, your clitoris?" asked Martin.

"My clit, yes," Kelly confirmed. Her abdomen thrilled with tension. She was feeling empty and getting juicy. She looked right into the camera and confirmed, "My clit." She imagined hundreds of men groaning and showering their computer screens with their stuff as she said this. She adjusted her t-shirt so it was tight in the front and licked her lips.

"And his mouth?" asked Martin.

"We tried cunnlingless a couple of times-"

"It's pronounced cunnilingus," said Martin.

"Cunni-... yeah that," Kelly said.

"What happened?"

"Well both times he said it smells awful down there and tastes awful and I should wash more often," said Kelly.

"I want to punch him," said Martin.

"Yeah, I know, right?" They were on the same page about how to handle these types of crimes. "The second time, he tried it anyways, and stopped right away, and said he was going to right away throw up," said Kelly.

"The little bitch," said Martin. "As if dicks tasted like candy canes."

"I know, right?" A fist came on camera from off screen and they bumped fists.

"And you had sex with him anyway?" asked Martin.

Kelly put her fists on her hips. "He was all right with his hands, okay?"

"Okay, so tell us how you lost your virginity," said Martin.

"Well, I'd seen him flirting with other girls at school," Kelly began. "We had been progressing, you know, but I would always stop him and blow him off. And of course, he had been begging for it constantly since the moment we met, which should have given me a clue in the first place. I was stupid, and young, and I thought this would 'seal the deal.' So I had him take me to this state park near our town, to the back entrance. There were some tight groves of trees and bushes in there. I picked a place that was very private. I laid out the picnic blanket. And of course we started kissing, and fussing, and clothes came off, and after he gave me a good one-"

"He gave you an orgasm?" asked Martin.

"Yes, a good one, with his hand. We were both all worked up, and I said 'climb on!' and he did right away."

"Wait, did you actually say, 'climb on!'?" asked Martin.

"No, I don't remember exactly what I said," said Kelly.

"Details matter," said Martin. "Try to remember."

Kelly continued, "Anyways, He thrashed like a caught fish, and before I could think, when's it going to for gosh sakes start? I mean, I knew he was in, but. Anyways, I feel this warmth! And he had done it already!"

"He'd ejaculated into your vagina?" asked Martin.

"Yeah!" confirmed Kelly.

"Were you on birth control?" asked Martin.

"No, my parents didn't know anything about it," said Kelly.

"So what did you do?" asked Martin.

"I cursed him and yelled at him that he should have pulled it out like we talked," said Kelly.

"That takes some skill to do correctly-"

"WELL I KNOW THAT NOW!" Kelly insisted.

"All right," said Martin, lowering the temperature. "What happened then?"

"He broke up with me the next day!" said Kelly.

"The fucker," said Martin.

"And I worried like hell for a week before I got my period," said Kelly.

"Well, that's a relief," said Martin. "So screw Steve. What about boyfriend number three?"

Kelly laughed and rolled around on the bed and clapped her hands at that. "Yeah, screw Steve!" She was feeling frisky as hell.

"So boyfriend number three, I had figured it out by then," recounted Kelly. "I was like 'you don't go down on me'," here she pointed to her crotch, "I don't go down on you." She put the circle of her hand in front of her mouth, feigning a blowjob. "He loved my blowjobs. Absolutely LOVED them. Oh the sounds he'd make. It would get me ready."

"Good plan! Did he behave?" asked Martin.

"Not really," said Kelly. "He'd go down on me just as long as it took me to really get jumpy and need SOMETHING, and then he'd stop and put it in, and I always let him because I needed it bad. But then, boom! And he'd just lay there, so I'd play with myself to finally get the rest of the way. At least he'd make it slippery."

"And by boom! are we talking a minute, two minutes?" asked Martin.

"Like a minute," Kelly said.

"Oh dear," said Martin.

"I figured it was not enough time, but I loved him, and I thought we were going to always get married. I thought with all these guys that we'd go to college and then get married."

"So what happened?" asked Martin.

"So we had gone hiking, like really camping hiking with tents and all. I had gone off, but he felt sick that morning and stayed behind. I twisted my ankle after half an hour, so I turned around and headed back to camp. When I get there, I hear this AAH! AAH! AAH! and there he was, in our tent, with Isabella fucking Rossini!"

"So what did you do?" asked Martin.

"I broke up with him," said Kelly, again looking at Martin as if he were a complete idiot.

"It looked for a moment like you could have killed them," said Martin.

"I cried," said Kelly, getting red-eyed thinking about it. "I cried my eyes out."

Martin needed to change the subject quickly. "Is that what she really sounded like?"

"That's EXACTLY what she sounded like," Kelly grinned. "So I used to happily go all around the school after that going AAH! AAH! AAH! and getting big laughs. Every time I saw them, I would wave and say AAH! AAH! AAH! It was hilarious!"

"Sounds like you got some pretty good revenge," said Martin.

"Yeah, she changed schools, and it wasn't any fun doing it just to him," Kelly said.

"You are one evil bitch when you want to be," said Martin. "Remind me not to get on your bad side."

"You'd better not," said Kelly, waving her finger at him.

"Okay, boyfriend number four," said Martin.

"I had it ALL figured out," said Kelly. "First, I would blow him. Then he would go down on me, and he would stay down."

"Finally we're getting somewhere," said Martin.

"Well, not quite, because..." Kelly sighed. "His tongue was like a dead fish between my legs. It would thrash around randomly and slowly get cold and dry."

"You," said Martin, "are a poet of discontent."

"Yeah, well," Kelly stopped jiggling around on the bed, looked at Martin, and smiled. "So anyways, I would cut my losses, and suck him until he had another erection, and do it."

"Have you ever climaxed from intercourse?" asked Martin.

"No," said Kelly. "But he tried hard. He could last?"

"How long would you two go at it?"

"Sometimes longer than five minutes," Kelly said proudly.

"Well, okay," said Martin. "And then you'd masturbate yourself?"

"Yeah," said Kelly matter-of-factly, "because he was exhausted. I mean he would work it, and I would keep saying 'I'm getting close,' but we never got there."

"And where did he go?" asked Martin.

"I went off to college," said Kelly.

"And you're a sophomore, so, you haven't had sex in two years," said Martin.

"Well, I'm always doing the end of it anyways," said Kelly. "If you look at it that way, not much has changed."

"Well, that's our interview," said Martin, "and here's your other $250."

"That was easy," Kelly smiled, taking the money and fussing with her purse to stash it.

"And here's another $500 ready and waiting for you," said Martin. "Would you like to discuss how you could earn it?"

(To be continued)

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These are a few notes about my writing process.

Here is a list of chapters of this story and the stages they are at:

Chapter 1: Interview -- Final Draft
Chapter 2: Negotiation -- Final Draft
Chapter 3: Ecstasy -- Final Draft
Chapter 4: Door -- Final Draft

I have a writing pipeline for each story I'm working on. Generally, it has five stages. For this story, I have a special sixth stage. They are: rough draft, proofread rough draft, language tightening draft, proofread language tightening draft, and final draft. Not to be discounted is the editorial assistance I receive  from purpleshoes. He usually reads my stuff and DMs me with any typos, usage errors, continuity errors, what have you.

For this story, I'm also adding a special cutegirl pass. Kelly's dialogue is patterned after cutegirl's idiosyncratic way of expressing herself. For example, instead of "cunnilingus," she says "cunnlingless," which I think is ULTRA CUTE and very authentic. So I want to take an extra pass through each chapter to make sure that everything about her style is embodied in Kelly and that there's nothing in Kelly's way of expressing herself that is at odds with cutegirl's. To do this pass, I'll first have to go through all of cutegirl's posts and compile a list of idiosyncrasies I can identify. I hope this doesn't sound too creepy. It's research gosh darn it!

Especially for erotic fiction, like science fiction, you're often going to go into situations that are somewhat unrealistic. I find that the more feet a story has planted in reality, the stronger it is. Using cutegirl's style of expressing herself is an example of this. I draw heavily on my own personal experiences for my writing, but if inspired by it, I have on a number occaisions based my sex scenes on amateur sex scenes I've found on the Internet and that look to be authentic. Or sometimes I just use certain sounds or snippets of dialogue. This doesn't work in many contexts, though, because my characters take on their own idiosyncratic ways of being that generally can't be matched. Often by then I'll KNOW what they'll do or how they'll sound just as certainly as if they were sitting right next to me helping me write the stories.

Rough Draft
This is the first draft straight out of my brain. It has typos, grammatical errors, continuity problems, you name it.

Proofread Rough Draft
I have done at least one proofreading pass and have corrected the most glaring errors. My intention here is to get all the errors. Purpleshoes usually does a pass right after this, finding zero to many additional errors. Man, how I live for getting a "chapter is clean" message from purpleshoes!

Language Tightening Draft
I've written a custom software application that analyzes my prose and points out common errors or bad idiosyncrasies I have in my writing so that I can correct them. For example, my application marks any sentence longer than 20 words. That's because for me, sentences longer that 20 words are likely to be confusing muddles that need to be fixed. Also, I have a terrible habit of "starting" to do things rather than actually "doing" the things. I think that habit is getting better, though.

I intend to insert my cutegirl pass, as described above, here.

Proofread Language Tightening Draft
Like you expect, when there are lots of changes, some of them large, more errors creep in with them. This is another proofreading pass (at least one) to find and kill off these errors.

Final Draft
This is at least one ADDITIONAL proofreading pass to produce the final product. I try to make only minor changes, only enough to fix the spelling or grammar error or whatever, and no more. Every time you touch the prose, you can introduce more typos. This pass is as light as possible.

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Chapter 2: Negotiation

An additional $500 was fanned out in Martin's hands. It looked nice. Kelly thought for a moment. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to at least listen," she said.

"I'll pay you this additional $500 for showing us your naked body," said Martin.

Kelly looked at him levelly.

"OR I'll pay you the $500 to give a handjob or a blowjob," said Martin.

"To you?" Kelly asked with a smirk. "This is what you had planned all along, didn't you?"

"Kelly, I would LOVE to get a blowjob from you today," Martin sighed heavily. "But sadly, I have male talent here who gets paid whether he works or not. Scott, would you come out here?" A tall, lean silver-haired man appeared. He was dressed in a t-shirt, running shorts, and sneakers, all dark colored. He looked like one of those older movie stars to Kelly. He was fucking ancient, but you'd do him. He had tight abs and lean but muscular arms and legs. As he approached, he towered over her, sitting on the bed, his head seeming to brush the ceiling. He sat on his haunches right next to her, eye to eye. He looked delighted and had a delightful smile. "Scott, this is Kelly."

"Honored," Scott said and shook hands with her. His hands were easily twice the size of hers.

"How tall are you?" Kelly asked.

"Around this time of day, I'm 6'8"," said Scott. "I shrink about an inch during the day. You don't have a boyfriend right now? 'Cause I've heard enough. I want to be your boyfriend."

"You're my dad's age!" Kelly argued.

"What you see is what you get," Scott said.

"Hold on," said Martin. "I was going to ask her to be my girlfriend."

Scott turned to Martin. "What about Jenny? Your wife, Jenny?" He turned back to Kelly. "He's married."

"You nasty man!" Kelly wagged her finger at Martin gleefully. "I'm going to freaking tell your wife!"

"But I'm getting you for her," Martin pleaded.

Kelly put out her hands towards Martin and laughed. "Get away!" she laughed. "Stay away from me!"

"You heard her story, Martin, Christ!" said Scott mock-horrified. "She's not into any of that perverted stuff you do over there!"

"Well, lest we emove-ray any incentive from the situation, can you save your marriage proposal until after the shoot? You're on my clock."

"You're right, I'm sorry Martin," Scott said. He turned to Kelly and said from the heart, "I'm not kidding, I'm in love. Whatever you decide to do today is perfectly fine. If you decide to go further, I'll take care of you."

Kelly felt Scott's promise down to her toes. She felt like she was falling for him. She thought of introducing him to her parents. Wuh! That was a wake-up call. Still, she wanted to stay. "Both," she said. Did that just come out of her mouth?

"Were you saying you want to do both things?" Martin smiled.

"That's what I said," said Kelly. It had been what she'd said, after all. It was impulsive. But she'd been impulsive before. She thought of all the boys that would lose their loads when she got naked and made Scott cum on her face.

"You want to show us your naked body, and you want to blow Scott?" Martin confirmed.

"Look, I've blown far less worthy men than Scott, and not only boyfriends," Kelly said. She was not some lightweight, like Martin was treating her. She'd been in a camper bed or two.

"Let's talk about more money," said Martin. "You can do some of these things in parallel and make more money at the same time."

Kelly was not looking at Martin anymore but into Scott's eyes, his Hazel eyes. They were scorched with electric streaks of brown. "I'm listening," she said.

"We'll give you an additional $500 if you have an orgasm on camera. You can use your fingers. If you want, we have an incredible selection of toys, all new in their packages. We even have bigger things like a Sybian and a fucking machine. Whatever you want, solo. OR, you can earn the same $500 if Scott gives you oral sex."

"Not just one," said Scott, dreaming into Kelly's pale blue eyes. "As many as you want. More than you've ever imagined."

Kelly sat up straight and pulled on Scott to come closer. He went onto his knees in front of her. He had one giant arm around her waist. His giant head was in her lap. "I'll take the oral, please."

"Yes! Thank you God," said Scott.

"Can I do both? For both amounts?" asked Kelly.

"No, this is one or the other," said Martin. "But the good news is you can come back and do the other one. You'll make more money, because you'll be getting paid $500 for getting naked each time. And if you want to come in, and you want Scott here, what do you say Scott?"

"Anytime, I'll be here to take care of you," said Scott, resting on Kelly's lap. He was looking so peaceful. This was all being caught on video.

"How about you pay me?" said Martin.

"I don't care, but you should play fair," said Scott.

"If you don't pay him, I won't do it," said Kelly.

"Well, that settles that," said Martin.

"Marry me," said Scott.

"On your OWN time, please," said Martin. "Porn marriages are seldom happy, Kelly."

"Don't worry about me," said Kelly. "Could you imagine him meeting my parents? You are, how old are you?"

"Fifty," said Scott.

"ONE year younger than my dad," said Kelly. "Oh, and here, mom and dad, here's the zillion porn movies he's made. And I hope you like all his tattoos and piercings all laid out there. Oh yeah. That would be a fun conversation."

"What's your major?" asked Scott.

"Mathematics," said Kelly.

"Fascinating," said Martin. "Are you any good at it?"

Kelly scrunched her nose at him, "Fuck you, Martin! My GPA is 3.0."

"That's good," said Scott from her lap.

"Kelly," said Martin, "I'm very sorry to have doubted you. You're about to need your math skills, because now we're talking big money. We're already up to an additional $1,500 for the naked, the blowjob, and the orgasm."

"Orgasms," said Scott.

"I stand corrected," said Martin. "You can make an additional $1,000 for making love to Scott, letting him make love to you. We're talking about his penis in your vagina. That's a total of $2,500. Additionally, you must blow him off, and you must also have an orgasm from him before the sex. Our female subscribers especially appreciate fairness."

"This will be easy," Scott told her.

"Before the sex?" said Kelly. "I don't orgasm during sex. We've established that." Then aside to Scott, "But will you... after?"

"Absolutely," said Scott.

"Hmm," said Kelly, with a panicky look, "Yes, okay." She talked downwards to Scott, "But you'll use protection, right?"

"I can show you my health certificate," said Scott. "I'm clean."

"I'm not on birth control," said Kelly.

"I thought you said you were on the pill," said Martin.

"I used to at one time be on the pill. But the pill costs money. Which I don't have," said Kelly. "And there was no reason."

"Oh. Well. That's a problem," said Martin. "Our subscribers want to see a creampie."

"What's that?" asked Kelly.

"That's Scott's semen coming out of you," said Martin.

"How are we going to possibly manage that?" asked Kelly.

"Let me take care of that," said Scott.

"But no, guys, I'll get pregnant," said Kelly.

"If you don't do the creampie, Kelly," said Martin, "I can only offer you an additional $500, not $1,000.  A morning after pill costs fifty bucks at the free clinic. Why not make another $450?"

"That's hardly fair," said Kelly. "And my parents are Catholic. If they ever found out..."

"But you were on the pill," said Martin.

"Were you born in a barn?" asked Kelly. "In the Catholic church, use of the pill is frowned upon but people look the other way. Everybody needs birth control. But the morning after pill can kill a live fetus, which is abortion, tantamount to murder. It's absolutely unforgivable."

"Well, you learn something new every day," said Martin. "So how about $500 and Scott pulls out, which he very much knows how to do. He can put it anywhere you want."

"On my face and breasts, please," said Kelly with a grin. "I've never had it there. It sounds hot."

"A facial for the lady," said Scott. "Your wish is my command."

"Okay, so it's $2,000, you two go at it, anything you want. I get full nudity, one blowjob orgasm for Scott, and at least one orgasm for Kelly before the sex. Then there's another orgasm for Scott where he pulls out and sprays it on your lovely face and tits."

"Don't be coarse," said Kelly, "Yes. And one after the sex."

"What?" said Martin.

"An orgasm," said Kelly.

"I'll handle it," said Scott. "So happily."

"I'm happy to capture that special moment. Like I said, you two can just act naturally. Now, I'm going to have to take Scott there to my office. We were not expecting him to do this much. We need to negotiate for his services. I'm sure not going to do that in front of you, considering the money you already cost me." They all laughed. "Scott would have paid me!"

"I almost did it," said Scott.

"Anyway," said Martin. "Camera off, now. Shouldn't take long. Have some tea over there. Don't touch any cameras or lights. Play with the toys if you want. We'll be right back." Kelly smiled at Martin and Scott as they left the room together.

Martin ushered Scott into his office and closed and locked the door. Scott began, "It feels cruel to cum inside her after all her very real concerns and fears we discussed."

"Look," said Martin, "You and I know it's just a harmless prank, easily fixed. And the shock and awe can work only once. We do it and we do whatever it takes to clean it up for her. We all live happily ever after."

"She's a fireball," said Scott. "She could crush our nuts with a sledgehammer before we get a chance to explain. We may not get a chance to explain. Look, I'm not going to do it unless you pay her the extra $500."

"I was going to do that anyway," said Martin.

"I would hope so," said Scott. "AND fifty bucks for a morning after pill. AND buy anything else she wants, up to a total of an additional $500."

"You're breaking my balls, Scott," said Martin. "I've got a business to run here."

"How popular do you think she's going to be?" argued Scott, "How much money will it rake in if you can make it right with her? Calm her down? Give us time to explain? Make her listen to reason? Get her back in here?"

"Okay, you're being persuasive," said Martin.

"Wow, I must be getting better," said Scott.

"No, she's magic," said Martin. "We both know it. If we can keep her, grow her, I think we'll be printing money."

"I'm going to marry her," said Scott. "Wait and see."

"My friend, you are WAAAAAAAY too freaky for that one. If you even get her in your bed, which, I'll bet you a hundred dollars," said Martin.

"I'll take that bet," said Scott. "Give me a month."

"Send me a photo, all prim and proper, with clothing... or not. Hi from Scott's bed! And the money's yours."

"Two to one odds," said Scott.

"Fuck you, you've got all the incentive. One to two odds," said Martin.

"Even is fine."

"That's better."

(To be continued)

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Chapter 3: Ecstasy

Scott and Kelly cuddled arm-in-arm on the bed. Martin handed her the wad of bills and said, "Here's $1,000. You'll get the other half at the end, just like before."

"Okay," said Kelly. She was rich. She counted it reverently. She felt like she was sliding rapidly down a steep slope. She'd rarely seen $100 bills, and never this many. She stuffed them carefully into her billfold.

Scott thrilled inside as he watched her fumble with the bills. She was so cute he could die.

"Kids, here's how it's going to go," said Martin. "There will be a bunch of cameras going. I'll be using this Steadicam rig. I'll give you verbal directions of what to do next. If you want to joke with me off camera, or give me crap about my direction, go right ahead. Our subscribers love that stuff. Ready?"

Scott looked into Kelly's eyes, "I'm ready if you're ready." She looked up at him, relaxed, trusting. Scott didn't like it at all that they were going to trick her. Not this one. Harmless, yes, but he never wanted this trusting look to go away. He wanted her right here, nestled under his arm and trusting him, forever.

Kelly met Scott's gaze. There was a moment of calm. She closed her eyes and felt him against her, firm, warm, his breath calm in him. She'd never felt more safe than in this moment, in this crazy place, and she felt free, completely free. She opened her eyes and looked into the glaring eye of Martin's camera. "Okay, yes, I'm ready."

"Cameras on," said Martin. "Kelly, would you please count to three and clap?"

"One, two, three." Kelly clapped.

 "Great," said Martin, licking his lips. "Kelly, why don't you let Scott help you get undressed?"

It had been so easy, so careless, Kelly thought. Every pervert would now know the details of her sex life. It would be out there forever. At least, they would know her sex life before this moment. She felt dizzy, transfixed by this bright eye, like she was jumping off a high cliff. She felt Scott's warm hands caress her and knew she was not alone. Looking at the brown carpet, she made herself stand up. She made herself unbutton her jeans, made herself unzip.

Scott fell to his knees in front of her. She was so delicious and shy. She let him pull her jeans slowly down over her hips. Her panties were going with them. She held onto her panties like a tug-of-war game and self-consciously pulled them back up. Scott, Martin and the camera got a quick glimpse of her bare shaved pudenda before it was again hidden.

Scott continued to gently and lovingly slip her jeans off the rest of the way. Her hand resting her weight on his shoulder, she lifted her feet for him, one, then the other. She was paying close attention to him, even though at the same time she was shutting out the world. This resonance he felt with her had always been present in the best lovemaking he'd ever had. He folded her jeans neatly, reverently, and set them aside. He stroked his hands up and down her legs. This was special, he felt strongly. Regardless, he took a breath. He needed to be cool and somewhat professional about this. She especially was counting on him to be steady. He said, "So far so good. Look at these marvelous legs."

Kelly was on edge, and at the same time, so drawn to Scott. She felt herself tremble with nerves and excitement. Just his warm soft hands stroking along her outer thighs was making her weak.

Always before, boys had pushed and rushed her past everything. They had pushed her past the moment, pushed her past her own hopes and dreams. They had pushed her to what they wanted, which was to pump their hot, slippery load somewhere. Into her mouth. Into her hole. And then they slept. And she had accepted this as what life was like, what boys were like, what sex was like. Trying to make them slow down, pay attention. Them reckless, heedless, going anyway. Empty, isolated moments of tantalizing, unfulfilled bliss.

Kelly felt Scott as still and steady, enjoying this moment with her like forever. Scott was a man. He was really her first man; she felt that deeply. Such a different feeling to be here with him. He was a man the same age as her father, and at this she cringed. But he was so unlike her father. Scott was dangerous in an intoxicating way. Here, now, she felt his smooth hands caress her legs, savoring every detail. She felt his hot desiring breath on her face and neck. She felt his proximity. She felt worshipped. She felt fully a woman in the warm caress of his hands.

Scott stood, and as he did, he slipped Kelly's t-shirt off her. Without thinking, she threw up her arms like a child being undressed, helpless in his care. She was suddenly naked from the waist up. She reflexively grabbed and guarded her breasts in her arms. Then she looked at Scott and slowly, with an effort of will, lowered her arms. She did it for Scott, to give herself to him. And yes, she did it for Martin and his hot watching eye, nasty peeping Martin. And yes, she even did it for the millions of masturbating men. She felt their excitement spike. Young boys touched themselves uncertainly for the first time. Ancient men tugged out their last few moments of pleasure. Now every pervert would know her breasts, their shape, her nipples. Standing there naked from the waist up, she glanced away from Scott at Martin's roving camera eye.

Scott watched as Kelly lowered her arms and surrendered her firm breasts and pink nipples to him. Her body was lean. Her breasts were cherubic with the blush of youth. Her nipples were puckered sharply erect. The promises so eloquently made by the dents in her t-shirt had been spectacularly kept.

"I knew you had a nice body, Kelly, but wow, I feel like we've struck gold," said Martin.

"Isn't she spectacular?" marveled Scott.

Kelly nervously bent down and ungracefully pulled off one sock and then the other. As she swayed, the world was now in on the joke of her boobs. She had her two jiggling little blobs of jello, so inadequate. She handed her socks to Scott, for some reason. He locked eyes with her, gently kissed them, and set them aside on her growing pile of clothes.

Martin, holding and looking into the Steadicam with one arm, reached out.

Kelly suddenly felt Martin's hand cradle her left breast, stroke the nipple. He did it with such nonchalance, like shaking hands, but it left a mark on her. He'd made it beautiful. This faceless man with the head of a camera had touched her intimately. He had stroked her, sparked her, touched her for the world to see.

"Nice," said Martin, "so perky."

"Heh," said Kelly, still in shock. "Thank you."

"May I?" asked Scott, but he didn't wait for an answer.

His mouth on her right teat, hot, wet, urgent, sent a bolt of lightning straight to her baby hole. "Oh, ohmygod!" she shuddered. A moan almost escaped her. She choked on it. She had at least some remaining pride. How could she be this much of a dirty slut and not know? She was a slut, though, a whore in fact, who had sold her skin and so much more. Scott would take her and use her for his pleasure. Her loins thrilled electrically at the thought of him ramming it into her. She had sold herself to him and an awaiting army of urgent masturbating men. She shut her eyes against Martin's all-seeing eye. She focused on the shocks and tingles flying through her body from Scott's sucking mouth, his tweaking fingertips. She needed to calm down. She wanted this. She needed the money. She wanted Scott. Even Martin's hands on her had driven her crazy. She had to face the truth that she was a horny slut and a whore, bought and sold. She took a deep breath, and a whimper escaped her.

Oh that whimper! Scott reverently tasted one teat while stroking the other nipple with his fingers. It was a little salty, sweaty. What did they say? Glowing. He gently mouthed more and more of it. She hadn't been expecting to do this. She wasn't primped for a date, like all the campus girls he had worked with were. She was 100% natural coed straight off the reserve. She smelled like a coed. Tasted like a coed. Scott couldn't define why. "I could suck on these perfect ones all day," he enthused.

Kelly looked at him. She could be chill. It was only a little boob sucking, for God's sake. She wasn't in grade school. She smiled and played along, "Sounds fun!"

Scott stepped aside for Martin's camera. "Kelly, could you turn around? That's right, facing away from me. Now pull your panties down slowly." Kelly reached for her panties. She had undressed a million times before in her life, so she pulled them down. "That's great, yes, just take them off." She clumsily stepped out of them and handed them to Scott. He was her attendant. She watched him as he put them up to his face and nose and inhaled deeply. More like a great big pervert, she chuckled, but hers. The wet whore's pervert.

Oh, God, thought Scott. Her panties smelled of pure excitement, that was the new stuff, and dorm food. Her panties were unmistakably tangy, plus cafeteria, plus shared bathroom, plus lecture hall. It brought back memories for Scott. It was uncanny. There were worlds in her smell.

"Scott, you okay buddy?" said Martin.

"Oh yes," said Scott.

"Kelly, please bend over at the waist," said Martin, steadying his rig on the floor and wetting his lips. "Now reach around and pull your cheeks apart."

They wanted to look at her shit hole! She grimaced and did as instructed. She just knew she must have some fleck or streak of BM she'd missed. "Oh lovely, lovely sight," said Martin. "Shaved, nice and neat."

"Your viewers like looking at where a girl's soil comes out?" Kelly asked.

"You're showing us both barrels, darling. Look how wet your little pussy is. It's dripping!" said Martin.

"Well I could tell from these," said Scott. Martin's camera panned up to Scott's face, and Kelly's panties next to them. The crotch was soaked.

Scott reached a finger and casually stroked it up and down her wet slot. She jumped, then steadied herself. "She is so juicy!" enthused Scott. He smelled his finger, tasted it. Pure tangy wet excitement.

She was staring at the wall. She just had to keep calm, like it was a doctor's appointment. Except instead of a doctor, it was a silent watching eye. Beyond that were a million masturbating men. She felt they must be stroking faster, getting closer.

Scott's finger roved to her BM hole. She straightened sharply and swept her arm behind herself, but Scott had already pulled his finger back. "No, that's... no, don't touch that," she pleaded to him.

"Perfectly fine," said Scott, holding up his hands in truce.

"Our subscribers love to even look at it, darling," Martin said. "It's a sensitive one."

It tingled from where Scott had rubbed his finger, coated with her slime, on it. She swallowed. She was falling. She could handle this.

"I got hard touching them," Scott admitted. She glanced over, and there was a definite bump in the front of his running shorts.

"Okay, now, Kelly, focus," said Martin. "Turn and sit on the bed. And scoot back. A little farther. Okay, now, spread your legs."

This part was not a doctor's appointment. It was her and Martin's approaching eye. She opened her legs with determination. She could feel a million men bend forward to memorize her loins and stroke, stroke, stroke excitedly. Their penises were throbbing and leaking precum just like Steve used to.

Martin gently directed her, "Pull your lips apart."

There were no secrets left to a whore. Her hands fumbled down and she held herself as the camera stared, everyone stared. The approaching camera's gaze was hot, raking her body with its intensity. The light was hot, exposing her utterly. Martin's fingers were suddenly on her, in her wet, before she could think. She jerked at the violation, then relaxed, resigned. The camera owned her whore body. She shut her eyes in shame. She felt a sick, excited thrill as Martin's fingers on her wet core stimulated her nastily. She knew her army of perverts saw her pleasure clearly in her helpless nasty grimace.

"Nice little pussy. Super tiny," he observed.

"May I?" asked Scott's voice, and from nowhere, his long fingers replaced the others stroking into her slick hole. "A little pussy for a little girl."

She yearned as Scott's smooth fingers stroked her slick opening and lips in a circular motion. She wanted to curl up around him and just feel him. "Thanks?" she murmured. "You like that?" Her body filled with electric shocks as his mouth again latched onto her teat and his finger stroked her. "Ah! Huh-huh," as one big long finger plunged into her slick grasping slit. "Mmmm!" Her excitement was building rapidly. Her body was awake after long denial. This was a man handling her, savoring her. "You're going to almost make me do it," she moaned. "If you keep doing that, you know, with your finger..." she informed him unsteadily.

"That's okay," said Scott reassuringly. "You won't run out of them."

"Kelly," said Martin, wetting his lips, "Just tell us if you orgasm, that's a darling."

"I'm pretty close," Kelly fretted as Scott's impossibly big mouth sucked and pleasured one whole of her breasts. His impossibly long finger plunged and ravaged her slick hole. "I'm feeling close."

The camera was close and hot on her as the stimulation continued, a million eyes watching. "I'm cumming... I'm cumming!" Kelly squeaked. She panted through the aftershocks. "That was great!" she thrilled. That wasn't so hard. The finger kept plunging. Electric shocks ran through her from Scott's mouth wetly enjoying her tit. Her breath was ragged. Was she going to cum again? Like a freight train. "Ooooowww," she moaned. "I came!" she panted in surprise. A familiar clamminess spread on her ass. She sat up with a jolt and Scott stopped. "I'm sorry, I wet the bed," she admitted.

"Wow, look at all that," Martin thrilled, probing the camera at it. "You covered it!"

"Sorry," she smiled nervously. "Sometimes I'm messy when I have one."

"That's wonderful," Martin assured her. "Nothing to worry about. People like to watch it. They know you're having fun."

"Heh," she said. Scott had fetched a towel. She patted on the damp spot and put it under her butt.

"Kelly, are you with us, sweetheart?" said Martin, his light glaring. "Now it's time for you to show us your oral skills. Whenever you're ready, honey." She roused, came to her senses. "Start by getting on your knees. Down there on the floor. And pull down his shorts."

It was enormous, and excited, and leaking a little. "You like me?" Kelly asked Scott.

"So very much," answered Scott, smiling at her and stepping out of his shorts and boxer briefs.

She could handle this. This was a man-sized penis. She was a pro. She had done it a hundred times. This was just scaled up. She spit, tongued it, and made it slick so it would go down easy. Then she attempted it. Her mouth needed to be wider. It was hard for her to keep her throat open at the same time. She choked it down. Her eyes watered. She was a pro. This was like her first time putting a cock down her throat. It had felt big going down then, too, and the first dozen times. She could get used to this. She coughed it out, spit going everywhere. She cleared her throat. God, it was thick! And freaking long, too. She had gotten maybe a little more than half of it down.

"Wow, that is not bad," said Martin, filming.

"It's great!" said Scott encouragingly. This little lady had it going on. She was trying so hard for him. Correct that. He shouldn't get too carried away. There was money involved. But he could hope.

Kelly returned to her task. In, "Lll!" Out, "Eeck!" It was all wet and spitty, good. The tears flowed. "Lll! Eeck! Lll! Eeck! Lll! Eeck!" She was getting it all down now. It felt like it was touching her stomach. The tears flowed.

"Man, that is super good!" Scott moaned. She was right on his member as surprisingly few had done it before, and he was a professional porn star. He wanted this one in his bed all the time. He would do anything.

"Lll! Eeck! Lll! Eeck! Lll! Eeck!"

"Look at that," said Martin. "She was not kidding."

"Lll! Eeck! Lll! Eeck! Lll! Eeck!"

"I was already so worked up," said Scott. "I really could go practically anytime."

"Lll! Eeck! Lll! Eeck! Lll! Eeck!"

"Let me capture more of this," said Martin.

"Lll! Eeck! Lll! Eeck! Lll! Eeck!"

"C'mon, man!" begged Scott. "I'm a professional, but Jesus fuck!"

"Lll! Eeck! Lll! Eeck! Lll! Eeck!"

"All right," said Martin. "Go ahead."

"Lll! Eeck! Lll! Eeck! Lll! Eeck!"

"Kelly, I'm about to," whimpered Scott, "Where?"

"Glllllllll!"

"Oh huh-huh FUUUUUUUCK!" cried Scott, ejaculating explosively down Kelly's throat as she held it all in. That was spectacular, maybe the best he'd ever had. Certainly the most surprising windfall. It was from this sweet-faced young blonde.

She had been so full of Scott's dick, she hadn't been able to back off and catch it in her mouth like usual. Instead, it had shot straight and hot, pulse after pulse, into her stomach. It felt right. He was a man, not a boy. His load belonged there. "Guuuuuh!" said Kelly, coming off it. She smiled in triumph and wiped her tears.

"Oh my fucking God!" said Scott, "I need a nap. That was beyond good. Marry me, Kelly."

"On your own time," said Martin. "No rest for the wicked."

Scott gently lifted Kelly to her feet. He sat her on the edge of the bed. He spread her legs gently, stroking her inner thighs reverently with his smooth warm hands. He crouched between her legs, looking at her, smiling at her. Martin's roving eye looked over Scott's shoulder at her.

She didn't want to say anything embarrassing. She was already a total whore. She put her hand gently on the top of Scott's head and looked away from Martin's eye. She caught her breath as Scott's hot wet mouth kissed her bits, correction, French kissed her bits. Wow! She put both her hands on him and looked down. What was he doing to her? Her eyes squeezed shut. It was just so good she couldn't stand it. She couldn't withstand it. She was falling through space.

"How are you feeling, Kelly?" asked Martin.

"F-Fuck!" whimpered Kelly. "Good!"

"Not a dying fish?" asked Martin.

"Nnnuh..." moaned Kelly. "I don't... Mmm..." She felt her whole body writhe and stretch like a cat against Scott's teasing tongue and sucking mouth. "Mmm... Huh... I'm gonna cum!"

"Go ahead, Kelly," coaxed Martin.

"Ohgodohgodohgod!" Kelly cried, writhing against Scott's mouth. He stayed with her. "I did it." She felt another one building right away. "NNHmmm!" Scott slowly backed away from her. She was throbbing wet and shaking.

"Can I do it more?" asked Scott.

"Fuck yeah!" she cried, dragging him by the hair back to her cooch. Oh my fucking God, she thought.

Martin kept taping. Kelly was in a world of pleasure, her hips dancing and thrusting as she came. Scott rode the beast of her pelvis, keeping her pleasure steady and extreme. The minutes went by as Kelly whimpered out orgasms. She moaned out more orgasms. She cried out yet more orgasms. She howled out orgasm after orgasm, each more powerful than the previous. The camera caught her raw, a natural unvarnished delightful girl bathed in pleasure, christened in pleasure. She was becoming a woman before their eyes.

Kelly gasped and jumped away as if bitten, and shuddered again. "I can't-" she faltered. She had been fully a creature of sensation, immersed in a world of pleasure. She hadn't imagined it could ever be this good. It had consumed her, the straining utter urgency, the crashing thunder of utter release. Primal animal sounds had flown out of her throat as if from someone else, someone possessed. In the quiet, trickling wet between her clenched, quivering thighs, she felt a consuming yearning emptiness eating at her core. "I need-" she whimpered, and then faltered.

Scott loomed over her on the bed. She felt the warm push of his penis against her wet slot. "Yes!" she cried. She was aware he was too big for her. She didn't freaking care. He could tear her in half. Each ragged half would die fulfilled, quenched.

Enormous hot pressure as Scott's firm, slick penis filled her entrance. It ached! It kept going in! There was no room! Oh God! She was so full! She felt the skin all around her hole tug into her slickly. She felt pressing deep in her guts as he stretched her hole utterly. "Gaaa!" she cried in distress.

It started, the throbbing in her whole pelvis and guts as Scott moved in her. The terrible ache. All this was new. Scott was MUCH bigger than the boys who had visited her hole before. There was a hot ache, and a punching, and terrible slick sensation.

Scott was in heaven. Kelly was such a tight ride. Yet so far, she was taking him like a champ. Most importantly, it was his sassy blonde underneath him, spread for him. She was grimacing and dealing with his size. It would get better. He kept moving in her tight slick hole. If he didn't, she would pop him right out of there.

Kelly came to her senses. Scott was quite the handful! Or the hole-full! Scott had settled down to enjoying her, a beatific smile on his face, her big boy. Yes dear sir, my hole is good, she thought. My men squirt quick. There's always hope at the beginning. Scott is a real man, a nice man, finally! This was different. But one thing was the same. Her hole was broken. It was not his fault that her hole was broken. After some more of his excited punching and stretching, the ache began to subside. She'd better say something. "This is feeling real good," she whimpered to Scott.

"I'm glad," he told her, smiling, feeling great enjoyment.

The camera light shone and glared at them. The pushing was pushing her somewhere. Kelly felt it was really, really moving her. "Oh, hmm." This was unexpected. "I'm already close!" she announced, amazed.

"The licking helps," said Martin.

"You'd better believe it," said Kelly, eyes lidded. "Uhh!" She licked her lips. "I'm close," she said. "I'm closer! Oh my God! Oh my God! Ohh! I'm cumming..." she groaned with a smile. It didn't stop. "I'm cumming... huh!" she squeaked. "I came," she breathed and smiled in amazement, puffing.

"Kelly, is that the first time you've had an orgasm during intercourse?" asked Martin.

"Right," she breathed, her brow furrowed. Her eyes were shut. She felt him deeply. Scott's continuous thrusts in her rocked her.

"You just got to witness little Kelly having an orgasm for the first time during sexual intercourse," said Martin. "You can show your grand kids, Kelly. Here's when it happened."

"Ha ha fuck you Martin," smiled Kelly. She was beyond being concerned about anything at the moment.

"How did it feel, Scott?" asked Martin.

"Wonderful! Wet," said Scott.

"Again?" asked Martin.

"Oh yeah," said Scott.

"Uh..." said Kelly, her voice cracking. "I'm close again! Haha!"

"Do it, Kelly," said Martin. "Get there. Our viewing audience is rooting for you."

Kelly felt all their eyes raking her naked spread legs. She felt them hearing her lewd noises. She felt them stroking faster as she took Scott's giant prick like the bitch whore she was. She felt them squirting their seed towards her. She was whimpering, gasping, so close, not there, but she couldn't again, could she? She surrendered with a howl, "AAAAUGH!" The orgasm swept over her like a storm, more powerful than anything. She shuddered, shook, thrashed away from Scott. Pee flew everywhere.

Kelly came to her senses, "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" she stammered.

Scott reassured, "I love it." He wiped them off with the towel.

"It's time for a new bedspread," said Martin. "Let's go to the couch. Drink some water, Kelly. Yes, that whole bottle of water. Keep drinking. Yes."

Scott carried Kelly over to the couch and set her on his lap. "Let's try reverse cowgirl." Scott slathered some cool lube on Kelly's bits and some on his own dick as well. "Sit facing the camera. Yes, like that. This way, if you pee again, you'll pee on Scott, not yourself."

"You're disgusting!" said Kelly with a smile.

"Aren't you glad there are men like Scott around for girls like you to piss on?" Martin teased.

"You're horrible," said Kelly. "You'd better stay back, or I'll get the camera. Uuuuuh!" This as Scott pushed into her.

"Now just bounce," said Martin. Kelly tried to work her hips. It was awkward. It was difficult to squat or push up with her legs either. "That's fine, just take it slow, get used to it."

This was feeling better. That aching pushing was back. Could Scott be in her even deeper? She looked over her shoulder at Scott. He smiled at her and stroked her cheek lovingly. "You're doing great," he said.

"Lean back into him. Great," said Martin. "Now we can really see you."

Kelly felt the hot eye of the camera on her. Now they could see everything, Scott's penis going into her, her hole, her clitoris, everything. They could see her tits. They could see her look of slutty excitement as she looked at Martin, looked at them. She could feel them squirting their hot jizz as she gave them everything. "I'm close," she announced. This was becoming a regular thing. She faltered in her rhythm as she felt it coming, then it subsided. She worked some more, and got close, she was about to announce she was cumming, then her foot slipped. "Dang!" she said.

"Let me take over for a while," said Scott.

He held her by the butt with both hands. He pistoned up into her like a jackhammer. It was bumping. It was punchy. It was slick. It was the most excruciating pleasure. "Oh yeah-ah-hahah-hahah-hahah-hahah-HAHAH!!" She felt, dizzy, faint. Scott slowed down and stopped. She came off him and curled up onto the couch, panting. "I came so much..." she whimpered.

 "Let's try another position," said Martin.

Scott lifted her, put her ass over her knees on the couch. She felt his dick pushing in. He was pushing into her backside! No, it was just her regular hole, just underneath. "Animals do it this way!" she complained. Scott was fully in her, oh so deep. She felt so open, so nasty and open. She felt so open, and he was so deep.

"It's okay," Scott soothed.

This was perverted. "Don't get my butt juice on you," warned Kelly. "I will NOT lick it off."

"Good to know," said Scott.

Oh God, he was so deep. Everyone was seeing her being bred like an animal, like a bitch dog in heat.

"Are you feeling good?" asked Scott.

"Yeah?" Kelly ventured. His thrusts sped up. He was smacking her ass. Smack! Smack! Smack! It vibrated her and filled her. Electric shocks exploded in her. "Huuuh! Haaaa!" A crying out orgasm escaped her. Perfect for a bitch whore, she thought. As the relentless pounding thrusting pleasure continued she howled, "I'm coming AGAIN! AAAAAAHUH!" Every stroke was filling her and stretching her and shaking all the pleasure straight into her until it exploded. "NAAAAAAH!" She couldn't believe it. She was made to be Scott's bitch in heat. "GUUUUH!" Sparks flew through her. He was so insistent! Her big dog was enjoying his bitch, wasn't he? His snarling, cumming bitch.

Suddenly, she wanted him to do it. Breed her. Fill her. Thinking it made her orgasm, "NNNNNGH!" But no, he was going to stop. She was getting birth control at the student clinic TOMORROW. "URRRR!" She wanted his jism deep in her so badly, "NNNNAAAH!!" so badly. She would have it. How many days? She would ask. "HUH-HWAAAAAH!" She would have it. She would have every freaking drop after this one time. "AAAAAHNN!" She could feel him tensing, ready, so delicious. "MMMMM!!" Almost. Maybe he would? She wanted it desperately. She wanted it with every cell.

Scott had felt Kelly's tight cunt surrender to him. It shuddered and gripped him as she howled in orgasm again and again. Here, he had a firm grip on her tight little butt, and she was turned away from him. It was more impersonal. Her body teased him, coaxed him. He knew she owned him. She had infinite power over him. It was time to give her everything. Cumming in her would be so fucking satisfying. He steeled himself. He could feel that her whole body was thirsting for it, waiting for it, trembling for it, coaxing it from him, he knew it, he felt it. This was the moment. Deep in her tiny cunt. Take it all! His hips locked into her. "RAAAAAH!"

Kelly thrilled. Scott's penis pulsed hot, wet, everywhere deep and fulfilling inside her. It filled her, stunned her with joy. She moaned. She woke up. She leapt off the couch like she had been burnt.

She had been burnt! "What did you do?" Kelly demanded. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

(To be continued)

[Sweetums]

Chapter 4: Door

Semen splashed out of Kelly onto the floor. She ran to the bathroom, sobbing, trailing cum, and slammed the door shut. They heard the door lock.

Martin chased after her. "Okay, cameras off."

"Kelly!" shouted Scott through the door, "I'm sterile!"

"Go away!" Kelly shouted through the door.

"I have no sperm!" Scott shouted.

"Fuck you, you lying bastard!" she shouted.

"I'm not lying! I have a doctor report to show you," Scott said. He slid the paper under the door. "Why do you think I get hired for this kind of thing? Do you think Martin needs the legal liability of a woman getting pregnant?"

"It was a prank," called Martin. "This is my fault. Blame me. Scott tried to call it off."

"You mean you planned this all along?" Kelly cried. "You fucking bastards!"

"We didn't lie to you!" said Martin. "You said no sperm. No sperm went into you. You asked for no sperm, you got no sperm. Just not the way you expected. Look, I know you're upset and we should have told you Scott has no sperm. But our subscribers don't like it when our male talent has no sperm, even though many have vasectomies. It's just part of the movie."

"You're still disgusting creeps," said Kelly. She was calming down a little.

"Look," said Martin. "All the other girls who come here have seen porn. We're easy enough to find on the Internet. All the other girls check our site and find out that this is what we're known for. But when the time comes, their performances are fake. This was real. It's honestly the first time someone has actually been tricked," he lied. "I didn't know how much pain this would cause you. I'm really sorry. I'm never going to do this again. If I think the girl might not understand, I'm going to explain it beforehand. It's not worth hurting someone's feelings like this."

"It was a horrible thing to fucking do," said Kelly through the door.

"What can I do to make up for tricking you?" asked Martin. "More money?"

"IF you're not lying about Scott being sterile," Kelly said, "a thousand dollars."

"Done!" said Martin. He had two thousand ready. They were new bills, so they fit easily under the door.

After a minute, the door opened a crack. "Bring me my clothes," said Kelly. Scott gave her clothes to her, neatly folded, through the crack. Kelly shut the door.

A couple of minutes later, Kelly came out of the bathroom fully clothed and gave them both a dark look. She grabbed her purse and sat down to put on her boots.

While she was doing that, Martin asked, "Can I call you next week, just to see how you're doing?"

"No," said Kelly curtly, not looking up.

Kelly got up and went to the door. Scott held it shut and said, "I promise I'll make it up to you if you let me. Let me bring another smile to that face."

Kelly looked at Scott with determination and pulled open the door. Scott didn't stop her.

"Goodbye, Scott," she said. The door fell closed behind her.

(The end)

[Sweetums]

Chapter 5: Regret

Scott and the whole sordid episode clung to her skin, invaded her nostrils and taste buds. She still felt a memory of Scott, especially in her pussy muscles. It took Kelly a day and a half to wash it out of her life. To forget the immediate smell and feel of it. On the second day after the shoot, she woke up and instantly resolved two things. She needed a boyfriend who would satisfy her and keep her out of trouble like she’d had. She needed a powerful and very pleasurable vibrator. Better than a man would be good.

Finding the right boyfriend would be a longer term project. As to the other, she had some time before class, and she had an idea of where to go.

Kelly walked into the Sexy Lady Boutique. It had been a short walk from her dorm. She weaved through the displays of lingerie in the front ranging from tasteful but flattering to positively nasty. She walked through a section of the store that had cute kitty-cat body suits. They could be any Halloween costume. Behind that was what she assumed was some kind of weird fetish clothing. She walked into the back room where the sex toys were sold.

A young woman not much older than her greeted her. “I’m Martha. What can I do for you?”

“Kelly. I want to buy a vibrator,” said Kelly forthrightly. She’d planned what she would say.

“Wonderful,” said Martha. “What did you have in mind?”

“I know what I need,” Kelly replied, “but I’ve never owned one.”

“Well,” said Martha, “we have these very simple pink vibrators for first time buyers. Just twist the end like this, and you’re in business.” Martha twisted it and it started up with a “Vvvvv!” and then stopped when she twisted it off. “They’re durable, and cheap, too. Not waterproof, though.”

It didn’t look to Kelly like this hard pink plastic wand would be up to the task of making her forget Scott. “What else do you have?” she asked.

“Well, these rabbit style vibrators are very popular,” Martha said. She picked one up and pointed out its features to Kelly. “You see, this part goes in, and this part stays outside on your...” She grabbed the vibrator around the shaft. She turned the vibrator on, “Vvvvv!” so the bunny part was wiggling like crazy. Then she slid it into her grasp so the bunny rabbit pressed up against the web of her hand. “See?”

Kelly nodded.

“There are some,” Martha said, picking up another similar looking model, “that also do this.” She flipped a switch, and the shaft part, the part that would go inside her, diddled around. There were also a bunch of pearl-like little balls inside the middle of the shaft that spun around. That was a lot of stuff going on.

It looked a lot more persuasive than the first one. But she realized she would have to trust Martha and get more specific about what she was after. Kelly leaned close to Martha and whispered, “I need one that’s better than a man.”

Martha leaned a little closer and whispered back. “As far as I’m concerned, they’re all better than a man.”

Kelly snickered at this notion. “Yeah, who needs them?”

“Amen to that,” Martha smiled.

A couple in their thirties entered the back room. Hand-in-hand, they browsed the various products noncommittally. Kelly ignored them. She and Martha were leaning very close, whispering. Martha had such kind eyes. She had the feeling she could be great friends with Martha excepting she worked in a filthy sex shop. But what was she thinking? What she herself had done was much, much worse.

“Did I say something wrong?” Martha whispered.

“No I was just thinking about...” Kelly’s face grew even darker as she whispered, “forgetting.”

“We can find you the right toy,” whispered Martha. “But what none of these toys can give you is companionship.”

This was a lost cause, Kelly realized. Why did she even come in here?

Martha saw her falling expression and held up a finger. “But, but… Have you considered a woman instead?” Martha smiled awkwardly at her.

Kelly had walked right into this. Hell’s bells. Martha was one of those. Martha was a very sweet, kind, and admirable… lesbian. Kelly had a heart, though. Martha looked utterly vulnerable. Kelly knew that feeling. She refused to make it worse. “I… uh… really, haven’t but...”

Martha backpedaled. “I’m sorry, I don’t know…” she slapped her hand to her eyes. “I don’t hit on shoppers, at least I never have before. I should have seen you’re not interested. Heh heh. Can we forget I said what I said?”

It was fun to be desired, even by a woman. “I’m flattered,” Kelly said. “If I was interested in… that… you’d be my choice. I was thinking earlier, we could be good friends.”

“I was thinking the same thing!” exclaimed Martha, as if Kelly had read her mind. She hastened to add, “And I have lots of completely platonic girlfriends, I mean vagina-having… just regular friends. It’s perfectly normal for women like me to, you know, have just regular friends.”

“I would like that,” said Kelly. She really would. Martha was smart, funny, and worldly. This was a girl, a woman, whatever, who could help her make better decisions in life. She thought forward to the moment she had to tell Martha about the whore part. No. She could never. Not with anybody.

“But for now,” said Martha confidently, “let’s find you a vibrator that can make you forget about men FOREVER.” They snickered conspiratorially. She was a really good friend.

“That’s a tall order,” said the man right behind her. Kelly just about jumped through the roof. She whirled around to address the couple.

“I’m sorry, I can’t take him anywhere,” joked the wife, or girlfriend. There was a ring on her finger. Wife.

“Oh my fuckin’ God! Oh my fuckin’ God!!” the man whirled and bent over as if she’d kicked him in the crotch.

“What?” asked the bewildered wife, now truly astonished and embarrassed by the man.

“It’s her!” the man exclaimed. “Look!”

The wife looked up at Kelly. Then she blanched. “Fuck me sideways, I mean it’s a pleasure to meet… well, you’re probably...” the woman stammered holding out a hand to shake.

And then it dawned on Kelly. She was fucked. She had been recognized.

Without a backward glance, she scooted out of the small toy-filled room. She pushed her way through the perverse clothing and was out on the busy street. She ran.

After a few blocks, she walked. What did she expect? It was a sex store and she’d done a sex thing. Of course she’d been recognized. She was truly an idiot.

She ordered something online. One of those rabbit-y twirly ones Martha had shown her.

The next day, Kelly was walking back towards her usual study desk in the library. The Twerp appeared in front of her. Usually he just blocked her way for a moment and complimented whatever she was wearing. Today he was not moving and had a confident look on his face. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I beg your pardon?” Kelly said acidly with an acid glare. She could probably take this little turd in a fight.

“I saw your video,” Twerp said simply.

Kelly’s blood froze. “Get out of my way or I’ll call a librarian,” she offered.

“You could probably get expelled for what you did,” Twerp said. “If anybody found out.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Kelly glared.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Twerp argued. “But you know what?” he smirked, “I’m not gonna.” He added, “Not today.” He cut her off again. “For a kiss.”

Kelly kneed Twerp in the groin. Crying out soundlessly, he crumpled. “Crawl off and die,” she said, and strode past him.

The rest of the day was uneventful, except for thoughts of Scott.

In the evening of the next day, she saw her mother was trying to reach her. This never happened. The news couldn’t be good. She called back as requested.

Her mother’s voice was filled with concern. “Boopie, what have you done?” she cried. “We got a call from a boy in your class… we didn’t believe. So I made Jack look. He cried. You made your father cry,” she concluded angrily.

“Mom,” Kelly stammered. This was her worst nightmare. “They were going to kick me out of the dorm. And you… couldn’t...”

“YOU’RE BLAMING US?!” her mother shrieked.

Kelly hung up. She couldn’t take it. Everything was shit. She cried.

Another couple of days went by uneventfully, except for irritating thoughts of Scott. Her rabbit thing emailed her and said it was back ordered. She fumed. She had practically busted her shaver. It tormented her now, randomly shutting off when she got real close. It went from being her reliable little buddy in a time of desperate need to being a horrific self-torture device. She would stomp on it and burn it in the quad as soon as the rabbit arrived.

As Kelly was walking to class, a boy shouted across the commons to her, “Hey!”

She didn’t know him, and kept walking. Maybe he was yelling to someone else.

But he persisted. “Hey distressed dilettante!” Then he made a squealing imitation, “I'm coming AGAIN! AAAAAAHUH!” The boys and girls sitting around him about pissed themselves with laughter.

Kelly scrupulously ignored him and kept walking.

He was on a roll. “I will NOT lick it off!” he shouted. Boys and girls were falling out of their chairs over there. Probably actually pissing themselves.

Kelly hid in the library for the rest of the day.

The next day, she received a letter from the University. “The Dean of Mathematics and a representative from Student Services urgently request to meet with you.” There was a date and time at the end of this week. There was rigmarole about calling to reschedule if she absolutely had to. The letter went on, “This meeting may be in regard to bullying you’ve recently suffered on campus. This is not a hearing or official action of any kind for any reason.” Why did they send a letter then? “We’re merely concerned about you and want to offer our support.” That probably meant it was a hearing and she was going to be expelled. Well, she’d done it to herself. This was why women always got the short end of the stick. Fucking bastards!

Kelly sat sullenly in the dean’s outer office until she was called in. The dean was perhaps sixty years old, bald, and jolly looking. He wasn’t smiling now though. He had a sympathetic look on his face as if to say, “I know your pain.”

In a chair next to him sat a woman in a tweed pantsuit, graying hair, immaculately put together. Kelly, on the other hand, looked a wreck. Her world was falling apart, she wasn’t sleeping, and she couldn’t get her fucking shaver to stay on. “Come in, dear,” the woman invited.

When Kelly sat in the obvious chair across from them, the woman said, “I’m Anna, and you are Kelly.” Kelly loved it when people told her her own name, NOT.

“I’m Biff,” the Dean piped up. He looked jolly for a second, and then it subsided back to concerned. His eyes flicked down her body. It could just be a nervous tick.

“My, you look every bit as fresh and lively as…” the woman, Anna, blushed and looked off to the side. She’d watched the video. She sighed and continued, “...your file suggests.” Staring not into Kelly’s eyes but lower, the woman licked her lips. Okay.

“Kelly,” said the Dean brightly. He was also now looking right at her tits, and sweeping lower. The pervert. They’d both watched it.

“Kelly,” the woman interrupted him. She looked straight into Kelly’s eyes, no detours. “You’re not in any trouble. Quite the opposite.”

“I feel like this is my fault, our fault,” the Dean offered contritely. “We’ve been trying to keep these parasites off our campus for years.”

“Be that as it may,” interrupted the woman. “We’re here… what we’re trying to say is that you’ve done nothing wrong. People who have been in the adult industry, that is, people who have been exploited, also have a right to an education.”

“On the other hand,” said Dean Biff, “the boy who called your parents? He’s been permanently expelled, which is too good for him. Blackmail is a second degree felony. Not to mention attempted rape. It’s people like him that boil my blood. Do you need a campus police officer to… walk you to class? What I’m trying to ascertain...”

“We want to provide you whatever support you need to have a happy and productive remainder of your school year,” Anna pronounced. It sounded scripted.

“And then you want me to leave,” Kelly concluded.

“NO!” said Dean Biff, almost jumping out of his chair. “No no no no no!” he sighed. “Look, I’ve been bullied. I know how it hurts.” He put a fist on his heart. Right there. He stared at her fixedly. “Don’t let them win. We’ll help. You will graduate if it’s the last thing I ever do in my career. I will open this vein-”

“No need to get melodramatic,” Anna cautioned him. Turning to Kelly, she said, “You can see the dean is passionate about this, as am I.” Full eye sweep from Anna. Lesbian much?

“I’m afraid your point is moot,” said Kelly. “I’ll be out of money soon. My mother and I… well, we’re not speaking. And they can’t help me anyway. So-”

“We’re aware of your financial situation,” Dean Biff said. He stared at her, convincingly, then his gaze flicked down her body and looked quickly to the side. He’d definitely watched the video. More than once, the fucking pervert. Anna wet her lips again. Both of them. She should set Anna up with Martha.

Somehow, Kelly survived the meeting. When she had money concerns again, they made her promise to schedule a meeting with the Dean. He would “help her find a resolution.” Yeah right, probably under his desk. But that was unkind. She believed these people were well meaning. She was also really squicked out at the barely restrained lust they had for her. Her video was turning regular good people into twisted demons of lust. She felt guilty. She got business cards from both of them. They came with exhortations to call either of them at any time of the day or night about anything. Nope. She got a brochure for the rape crisis center. It went along with a pile of that kind of ass-covering mumbo jumbo she would never have time to read.

She walked out of there. She hadn’t been expelled. Now life was harder. Her life could have been greatly simplified. She could have gotten a low paying job, worked full time. She would make enough to get by that way. Simplify. Stabilize. Now she would have to ace math exams while dweebs moaned and laughed at her. Things were more fucked up than ever.

She was trying to remember the basics of Conformal Analysis when there was a knock on her dorm door. She wasn’t expecting anybody. Hesitantly, she opened it.

It was Martha. “Hi,” she said awkwardly, and waved. She was carrying a present, all gift-wrapped.

Kelly was horrified. “How did you find me?” she wailed.

“You used your real name. In the video?” Martha said. “I looked you up in the student directory. Look, I don’t want to intrude, but I thought you might need a friend.” She quickly added, “A regular old friend.”

It dawned on Kelly that Martha had gone to extraordinary lengths. She felt bad to get upset given Martha had scoured the town looking for her. “Come in,” said Kelly. She shut the door after her.

“This is for you.” Martha handed her the gift.

Politely, Kelly opened it immediately. It was an elaborate and very expensive-looking sex toy. In fact, there was still a price tag on the back. Seven hundred and sixty dollars. Kelly’s jaw dropped. Realizing she was being rude to even look at the price, she clapped her mouth shut. “Thank you!” she stammered. No more half-broken shaver! This was a freaking life preserver. “I need this!” She laughed. “What is it?”

The label said “Vibro-Thrust! Water Play Edition.”

“Well, you left in such a hurry,” Martha began. “Marty and Suzi, they were mortified. Truly mortified. They’ve been customers at the store for years. They’re really good people. We are all so sorry we made you feel uncomfortable. So I took it upon myself. Because we’re friends, right? I told the store owner what happened. He was double-mortified. I did some research. Make that a lot of research. He told me anything, anything in the store. He wanted to hire a private detective, but I said absolutely not, you’ll terrify her… you.” She beamed. “So I found you!”

Kelly teared up a little. There were regular, good people trying to do the right thing. Going incredibly out of their way to do the right thing. “Thank you,” she said simply.

The thing had a giant instruction booklet. “Well, I’m not an expert on dicks, as you know,” they both had a sisterly snicker at that. “But so I’m told, this is the father of all… it’s incredibly fucking good. You can use it anywhere. It has all kinds of crazy vibration modes and thrusting patterns if you want to get into all that. That’s right. You’re a math genius. So you’ll master this thing by tomorrow probably.”

“I wouldn’t say genius,” said Kelly.

“But the really interesting thing is, have you got a shower?” asked Martha.

“This is a dorm,” replied Kelly. “Indeed I have a shower.”

“Well what you do, (ahem) so I’m told, is you stick this guy to your shower wall with this suction cup at the ‘right height.’ Then you flick this switch.”

The switch said, “Responsive Mode.” The thing jumped when Martha switched it on. Then it moved slightly, tentatively, at random intervals.

“What this guy does, if it’s in a real live woman, is act like a man is, you know, doing you. It’s in my hand right now, so it’s just confused, aren’t you little guy?” The thing shifted as if to agree with Martha’s statement. “This thing can thrust, it warms and maintains itself at body temperature, it is crazy detailed. And so, as you know, as a woman gets closer, there are physiological changes. This thing can detect all that. So when you’re getting ready or whatever, it’ll act the like the guy is like ‘oh, baby!’ Hah.” Martha used a really low voice for the “oh, baby!” part. They both laughed.

“In short, it’s your robotic man replacement,” said Martha. She handed it to Kelly. It jerked.

Kelly switched it off. No reason to waste the batteries on this bad boy.

“And, it’s fully rechargeable,” Martha said. "Here’s the charger. You just stand it up in the thing. It charges by induction, like your electric toothbrush."

“It looks kind of artistic,” said Kelly. “I wish I could leave it out. But I can charge it under my bed. I already do that with my laptop. Well thank you! I don't know what to say. Maybe we could hang out sometime soon. I'll give you a review.”

“The owner would be happy to meet you if you don’t mind,” said Martha.

“I have to be so suspicious of attention these days,” said Kelly. “Maybe later.”

(To be continued)

[Sweetums]

Chapter 6: Briefly, Prudence

Martha and Kelly made plans to meet for coffee later in the week. Then she was left alone with… the thing. Her roommate Becky Ann would be gone for hours. Beth and Julie were at a concert all evening. There was no time like the present. But she had homework to do. But none of it due tomorrow, so fuck it. She deserved this.

Kelly took the thing along with the instruction manual and the complimentary bottle of Ultra Lube 5000 into the communal bathroom. The tiny blonde scooted it a little lower on the shower wall to match pussy height backing onto it. She pushed hard to really stick it. With the water off, the suction cup worked really well. She started to panic because she thought she had inadvertently made the thing into a new bathroom fixture. Her roommates would all see this elaborate perverted sex toy she had. If life wasn’t bad enough! She would die then. But then she found the release valve. It popped right off. Whew! Okay, she stuck it back on the shower wall.

She clicked on the Responsive Mode switch. It just sat there, neutrally. If it were a man, it would be about half erect. What the heck, she thought she’d give it a little test. The dimensions of this thing were not modest. In fact, it reminded her of Scott. Fuck him to death. This was just a toy. “Lll!” she wolfed it down her throat a bit. Wow! It leaped and throbbed just like a real dick would do under the circumstances. She slid off it. It was more erect. And it also had a pulse. Pulse. Pulse. It was happy. This was surreal.

She slathered the lube all over it, which made it just a bit happier. She painted up her cooch pretty thoroughly as well. Some lube spilled onto the shower floor. She rinsed it away so she wouldn’t slip. Otherwise, she could see the headline now, “Porn Actress Dies in Shower Sex Toy Mishap.”

Kelly backed onto the toy gently, rubbed her opening on the tip. It throbbed. Nice. She teased and poked her opening for a while with it. It was very warm, a little hot even. It felt great. She was actually getting pretty close to cumming. The thing was getting harder, too, like the feel of her opening right there was exciting it.

Okay, time to take that head. It was pretty stiff, so she pushed firmly, and it was in. It felt good. She had her hands well braced on the opposite wall. She was now going to fuck herself silly on this thing. It was throbbing. Time to take it all. Oh, it filled her, throbbing. She kept pushing until she was pretty much full. Then boom! The thing elongated and thrust into her, rocked into her pussy like it owned her. “Gaaaa!” she croaked wordlessly.

It was off to the races, faster than any man. It filled her, took her shamelessly, urgently, continuously. It raped her. “Oh! … Oh! … YEEEEEAH!!” it was a good orgasm that rippled through her body. This robot had certainly beat four out of five boyfriends already. “YAAAAA!” It started thrusting in about four inches FARTHER. It was MASSIVE. She was already close again. It reminded her of, she wouldn’t say it, “SCOTT!!!! OH FUCK ME! NNNNNGH!”

“SCOTT! AAAAAEAH! TAKE ME, YOU MOTHERFUCKER! UUGH! I’M YOUR DIRTY WHORE! OHGOD! NNNUH!” Now that the floodgates were open, all the frustration Kelly had been feeling about Scott came pouring out of her along with her passionate squirts. She was coming to terms with it. She was cumming.

An hour later, she was sitting on the floor of the shower. Her pussy had that ache it had after she’d taken Scott that day, except a little more scraped up. It had been good. It had been really good. It had been better than any self-service imaginable. She hadn’t stopped croaking out Scott’s name even as she went hoarse from her cries.

That part had to stop! She named her toy Prudence, after the quality. She didn’t want to shout any man’s name while using that thing. Think of the embarrassment if she happened to date a guy with the same name. So Prudence it became, or Pru for short.

While she was in her Incompleteness and Undecidability class, a new text message came to her phone. The number was new, not in her address book. "It's Scott. I got your number from Martin. I was concerned because of all the attention. I wanted to give you my number in case you wanted to talk." She frowned and went back to taking notes on the lecture.

That evening, she was three orgasms into her shower stall date with Prudence. Barely started. She looked at the message again. She remembered the look of overwhelming pleasure on Scott's face as he thrust into her for the first time. She remembered the shaft of Scott's cock in her, disappearing, disappearing. "SCOTT!" she cried in shaking, quivering orgasm. She was dripping onto the floor. She almost fell over. Her renaming was not going well.

“Are you… ohmygod,” said her roommate Becky Ann, who had needed to pee.

“Wait!” she tried to tell her toy. “I’m… ha! Ah! AAAH!” She’d had a nasty fantasy that had persisted for a week of almost this exact thing. With infinite resolve, she slid off the thrusting member. Becky Ann stared at it, transfixed. It was erect. Throbbing. Unsatisfied looking. Kelly looked at her roommate guiltily. “This is embarrassing,” she said. “It’s a toy.”

“It looks alive,” Becky Ann wondered. “Not that I’ve… seen...”

“You’ve never seen a boy’s dick?” Kelly said skeptically.

“Well, once or twice,” said Becky Ann. “But not a full… sized...”

“Well, this one is pretty big as they go,” said Kelly. “In my limited experience, that is.”

“Limited, hah,” Becky Ann snickered. “We all know.”

It was like a punch in the gut. “I’m not...” She was going to say she wasn’t a dirty slut, a whore. But she was a dirty slut and a whore who’d sold her body to millions of furiously masturbating men. And she’d sold it to women too, if Martha and Anna were any indication. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“If I had a man like that,” Becky Ann breathed, “I wouldn’t be hanging out here on a Saturday night, even with that thing.”

“It’s complicated,” Kelly said.

“Look, I’ve never had a boyfriend, so I can’t judge,” said Becky Ann. “But he asked you to marry him, and you’re going to have his baby. Are you going to raise it alone?”

“What??” Kelly gasped. “What gave you that idea?” Then, “You watched the whole thing?”

“We all did,” said Becky Ann. “It’s happening everywhere on campus. About halfway through, a boy from dorm two put his hand on my leg and I punched him. That was right after your first ever orgasm from intercourse. But he wasn’t the only one. All the guys there just assumed since I ws your roommate I had loose morals as well.”

“I’m so sorry you had to suffer that, Becky Ann,” said Kelly. “I’m not having his baby.”

“You don’t mean,” Becky Ann said with horror.

“No, no, no, no,” said Kelly. “It’s all movie magic. Staged.” It seemed the simplest explanation.

“Wow, you’re a good actress,” said Becky Ann. “I thought you were going to kill them!”

“That part was real, but it was about something else,” Kelly said. This lie was getting too elaborate. She needed to change the subject. “So, I thought you weren’t going to be home for another hour.”

“Oh shit! I’m sorry to barge in,” Becky Ann, said. “I expect you have to train… and porn star stuff like that...” Then her eyes widened. “I’ve gotta pee right now!” She leaped into the bathroom stall. Whoosh! Went her pants and panties. Splash! Fsssssh! A big sigh as she continued to hiss a torrent into the toilet. When she was down to drips and squirts, she said, “Why are you here on a Saturday night? Was it all a lie? It seemed so real, what you had. Not that I’d know. It made me want to know, though. Really bad. I’ve been kind of jumping out of my skin ever since.”

“I don’t know,” said Kelly. “Does it sound like a good idea to you to marry a porn star?”

“I about pissed myself when you joked about introducing him to your mom and dad,” Becky Ann said. “We all did.” She paused. “It seemed so real. Really you. Like we were seeing things nobody should ever see.” Then more softly, she said. “It felt so dirty.”

Kelly didn’t know what to say. “It was,” she stammered.

“So aren’t you going to at least...” Becky Ann stammered. Fuck his brains out? Gorge on his cum? “Date him a little?”

“No,” said Kelly firmly.

“Kelly, could I ask your advice? You’re the expert,” said Becky Ann.

“How?” Kelly asked.

“How should I prepare to… have a boyfriend?” Becky Ann asked. “I’m not ready to. But it looked… there are skills and everything. Watching you do the stuff, I felt like I could never.”

“It takes a little practice,” said Kelly. “You could start with a toy.”

Kelly took a spot on the closed toilet seat out of sight of the shower stall and coached Becky Ann, who was in the shower stall. “It’s not… ugh… getting in!” Becky Ann said in frustration.

Face red with embarrassment, Kelly went to have a look at the problem. Becky Ann was a slightly chubby girl of medium height with great big breasts. She had that Southern Mediterranean cast to her skin, a jet black bob of hair, and a furry, uncultivated muff. She eyed Kelly with frustration. “No, Becky Ann, you have to use a lot more lube. Not just a drop. All over. That’s right, and all over the thing, too.” She retreated to the toilet stall.

“I’m a mess!” Becky Ann complained.

“It’s a messy business,” said Kelly. “Hang in there. Are you pushing?”

“I’m pushing,” said Becky Ann. “Oh, it stings!”

“Keep pushing,” said Kelly. Then it started, quiet and quick. Vrr-vrr-vrr… Interesting. The dang thing was very adaptable to the situation, apparently.

“I feel funny,” said Becky Ann. “OH-oh-OH-oh-OH-oh-OH-oh-OH!” she cried.

“Now you’re cooking,” said Kelly. “I’ll leave you to it.” She left the bathroom, returned to their dorm room, and sat against the door. She’d done a good thing, hadn’t she? Kelly smirked. At least Becky Ann would never settle for any of the bad sex she’d had to suffer through. That had to be a good deed. Now where was that math homework that needed doing?

About half an hour later, there was a commotion in the hall. Kelly, fearing the worst, flew to her door and opened it. It was Julie, looking into the bathroom. “Becky Ann,” Julie cried, “what the actual fuck?!”

From the bathroom, she heard Becky Ann respond, “Wait! OHHHHhhhh! Okay, NNNGH!”

“You’re...” Julie began. Then, “This is a communal bathroom.”

“Ohmygod, I’m so embarrassed!” said Becky Ann.

“Well, take your friend… big… friend… and scamper. I need to take a dump,” said Julie. “Well?”

“It won’t come off!” Becky Ann insisted.

Julie disappeared into the bathroom. Kelly raced across the hall and barged in after her. “Don’t hurt it!”

“I might have known!” said the tiny Latina, whirling on Kelly. “You know she’s never had a boy. Grooming her to be the next distressed dilettante?” Julie sneered.

“Julie, that’s cruel,” said Becky Ann. “It was my idea.”

“Baby’s growing up,” said Julie, stroking a hand through her crew-cut. “I need to crap really bad, ladies, so could you give me some privacy?”

“You know what, we’ll leave it here,” said Becky Ann. “Try it if you want.”

“Get out,” said Julie. The roommates left Julie to her crapping.

Twenty minutes later, Becky Ann poked Kelly on the shoulder and snickered, “She hasn’t come out yet.” They went and cracked the bathroom door open.

It was filled with steam and the shower was running. Julie was mewing, “Oh! Yeah! Fuck me Ronnie! Ohgod!” Kelly peeked. The tiny crew-cut Latina was backed fully onto the thing, teeth bared in a grimace of pleasure, her hands bracing her. Her shaved mons dripped with moist pleasure as the tool chugged in her. They shut the door again.

The next morning, Kelly went in to brush her teeth. “What’s this thing?” Beth asked from the shower.

“What does it look like?” asked Kelly.

“Is this a?” Beth stammered. “Its perverted,” she said. Beth was a very thin, very black religious studies major. Very straight-laced. Her daddy was a preacher, and his, and so forth. She was the only one of the four girls sharing this bathroom not yet in on their conspiracy.

Kelly decided that just for logistical ease, she should try to help her along. “It’s not perverted. It’s just a massager for tense muscles. It’s wonderful. You look tense.”

“A relaxing massage does sound good about now,” said Beth innocently. Her curly tuft of bush looked like she trimmed it.

“Okay then, let’s help you out. I’m just going to put this massage oil on here, so it’s all slippery. Now just… forget it. You’ll be fine. Line yourself up. Let me adjust the height. Perfect. Now bend over.”

“Isn’t this my…?” asked Beth.

“Don’t be a wuss,” said Kelly. “Push back on it.”

Beth was clearly flustered, her eyes a little wild. She’d never admit it, but she knew exactly what she was doing. “You’re the expert,” she whimpered.

The chaste little bible-thumper had watched her porn video! Had nobody not seen the fucking thing?!

But she was losing focus. Beth was whimpering like it was her wedding night while pushing back on the thing. Eyes shut tight. All sensation. If she kept going like that, she was going to get it, all right. The thing sprang to life. Whump! Whump! Whump! It seemed more excited than usual. Maybe it knew it had a naughty little bible-thumper spitted on it. “Oh my Lord CHRIST!” Beth wailed in rapture. Blushing, Kelly left her to it.

About an hour later, Kelly started to get worried. Beth had still not come out. She cracked the bathroom door to make sure Beth was okay. “OOH! OHH! AAH! AAH! EEE! HAAH!!” Beth screamed.

Beth jumped when Kelly caught her eye. “I’m sorry, I’ll stop now,” she apologized.

“You’ve been going at it this whole time?” asked Kelly.

“Yes,” said Beth in a very small voice, contrite. She gingerly slid off the thing, which looked positively worn out. It sagged. She turned on the shower and washed all her evidence down the drain. “Okay, you can keep it in here,” she said gently. “I don’t mind.” She peed quickly and left. Kelly peed and followed her out.

Only two days passed before a strict schedule was worked out among the four bathroom-sharers. Kelly would charge it under her bed overnight. Then she would stick it on the wall in the morning and have privacy between eight in the morning and ten. Julie had dibs on ten to noon. Becky Ann had noon to two. Beth brought up the rear with two to four. Starting again, Julie had four to six. Becky Ann had six to eight. Beth had eight to ten. And Kelly would finish off the evening ten to midnight then recharge it until morning. It was acceptable for one of the other girls to come in to grab their toothbrush or use the can while another girl was availing herself. But they had to shower sometime during their turns, no exceptions.

(To be continued)

[Sweetums]

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