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“Ricky, darlink!” the woman threw her arms around my neck and pressed her breasts against my chest. Her accent was European, her English fractured. She kissed me hot on the lips, and then leaned back and smiled into my eyes. “I’ve missed you very great much,” she said. “Will you be fucking into me today?”
“Hannah, you look beautiful, baby,” I said with a smile that never reached my eyes. My arms were resting lightly on the woman’s naked hips. She molded her body against mine shamelessly.
“You fuck me, Ricky?”
I shook my head and pretended to be saddened. “Not today, I’m afraid,” I said. “But Roland and Victor will give you all the cock you need.”
Hannah screwed up her face into a petulant, sulky pout and I felt her hand high on my thigh and then her fingers grope for me. “This is all the cock I need,” she whispered. Her eyes were enormous and inviting. She licked her lips with the tip of her tongue and then began to rub my length with the palm of her hand.
I took a step back, held her at arm’s length with my hands on her shoulders. I gazed into her eyes. “Hannah, nothing would make me happier than another chance to fuck you, baby,” I put a hint of hardness into my voice. “But I’ve already worked out the scenes we are filming today, so we’re just going to have to wait for another time.”
Hannah made a disgruntled huff in the back of her throat. She shrugged theatrically. “Okay,” she said. “But can I have Maxine then?”
I nodded and smiled. “Deal,” I said. “You can play with Maxine before the two guys take turns with you.”
Hannah flashed me a deliciously wicked little smile. “This is good,” she said huskily and nodded her head.
There was a sudden rap at the front door, and I narrowed my eyes. I left Hannah standing naked and flung the front door open, expecting to see Connie standing in the doorway.
She was. But she wasn’t alone.
Standing beside Connie was a blonde teenager, with a Californian tan and a mop of long curly blonde hair. The girl flashed me a brilliant white smile. Her eyes were big and blue, her lips painted red. The girl was wearing a yellow sleeveless top that was cut off about three inches above her navel, and a pair of skin-tight denim shorts. The young girl’s face lit up with recognition.
“You’re Rick Cassidy.”
I nodded. “I know,” I said. “Who are you?”
The girl cupped her hands beneath her breasts and then ran her splayed fingers all the way down her body to her hips like she was smoothing out the wrinkles of a dress. “I’m Lily,” she smiled. “John Bellamy sent me. He promised you would fuck me.”
I raised an eyebrow in recognition and then nodded. I held the door open and the girl drifted passed me in a cloud of cheap perfume. I stood there. Didn’t move. Connie stared at me.
She was standing on the bottom step, a tragic kind of haunted expression in her eyes.
“Rick… I’m sorry,” she said, “I went too far. I was rude.”
My expression stayed stony. “Fuck being rude,” I said. “You were unprofessional.”
Connie nodded, and lowered her eyes, chastened. When she looked back up at me, she had her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. “Can we start again – from the beginning?”
I held the door open for her and she came up the stairs, relief obvious on her face. She stood in the middle of the living room floor like an uncertain visitor. I waved her over to the sofa. “Take a seat,” I said.
Connie perched herself on the edge of the sofa, feet flat on the ground, knees pressed together, sitting upright and attentive. She had her hands clasped in her lap, kneading her fingers with anxiety.
“Listen, Connie,” I began reasonably. “I get it. I understand. You don’t like me, and you don’t like the work I do.” I waved a hand in the air. “But if you’re going to hang around with me for the next few days, there are some things you need to understand.” I crossed the living room floor and perched myself on the edge of the desk. “First, I expect you to do your job – nothing more, nothing less. That means I don’t want to hear you criticize my lifestyle. It also means I don’t want a commentary,” I stared her hard in they eyes. “Just observe… and then vilify me and demonize me in your article – but until then, you hold your fucking tongue unless it is to ask questions. Clear?”
Her face flushed hot and red. “As a bell,” she said tightly.
“Good.” I slid off the desk and snatched up a half-glass of whiskey that someone had left on a table. I swallowed the contents in a single gulp and then winced. The stuff tasted like drain cleaner.
“Now, I have to film two porn scenes today,” I kept my voice level and controlled. “The first one I am shooting this morning,” my eyes flicked to the wall clock and I realized there wasn’t much of the morning left. “That scene is going to involve two of the girls and the two men that you met in the kitchen. This afternoon,” I began to pace back and forth across the room, “I am going to do another scene with two other girls and that pretty blonde who was on the doorstep when you were leaving. I have to fuck the blonde.”
Connie tilted her head. “Have to?” she asked delicately.
I nodded. “Have to,” I confirmed, “as a favor to John Bellamy,” I said. I glanced over my shoulder, suddenly wondering where the blonde had disappeared to. She wasn’t anywhere to be seen. “I promised John I would fuck her because she wants to make it in the industry, and to do that she needs to be screwed by some big names. That’s how a young starlet gets a reputation these days.”
Connie’s expression became inquisitive. “Yesterday you told me that you didn’t like working with inexperienced actresses.”
“I don’t,” I said grimly. “I don’t like working with any girl I don’t know, and I’m not comfortable with. I don’t have the time to waste filming some empty-headed bimbo who knows nothing about camera angles, and nothing about performing on film.”
“But you’re going to do it anyhow, right?”
I nodded. “I don’t have a choice,” I said. “This industry is like a house of cards – it’s held together by a network of favors and paybacks. If someone does you a favor, you gotta pay back the debt. I owe Bellamy for the help he gave me way back when I started producing my own films. Fucking this young girl for him is payback.”
I went hunting through the house for the girl and found her in the bedroom, laying on her back with Hannah lying beside her. The two girls were kissing passionately, and Hannah’s experienced fingers were between the young blonde’s spread legs, cunningly teasing the folds of the teenager’s shaved pussy. The young girl had her eyes closed, her lips parted in a soft silent moan, while in the bed beside them another of the actresses was sitting quietly with her back against the wall. Her legs were spread and her knees were bent, her fingers dancing lightly across her sex while watching on.
I stood in the doorway for a long moment.
Despite myself, I felt my erection growing thick within the confines of my jeans. Girl on girl sex is my weakness, and I gazed upon the intensely erotic scene until Hannah tore her lips from the blonde’s and began to trail wet kisses over the teenager’s breasts towards her parted thighs.
Okay… Maybe just a few more minutes…
Hannah swept back her long hair from her face and held it behind her neck as she began to gently lap her tongue along the glistening folds of the young blonde’s pussy. The girl arched her back and gasped a breathless moan. Her tiny hands fisted into the bed sheets and then her breath seemed to lock tight in the back of her
throat as Hannah moved her mouth to the sensitive nub of the girl’s clit.
“Sorry to interrupt your fun, girls,” I said at last, with genuine reluctance. “But I need everyone outside and ready for makeup. You can continue this after filming.”
When I came back into the living room, Connie had made herself more comfortable on the sofa, seeming more relaxed now. She had her notebook open in her lap. “Did you find the blonde girl?”
I nodded. “She was in one of the bedrooms having sex with one of the other actresses.”
Connie blinked, flinched. “Actresses?”
I nodded casually. “Sure,” I said. “Just about every porn actress is bisexual. In fact, it’s just about a job requirement. Most guys are like me, Connie. The one male fantasy that seems a common thread between all guys, is the idea of seeing two beautiful young women enjoying each other’s bodies on a bed,” I said. “That kind of bisexual interaction is something that’s very, very common on film.” I dropped onto the sofa beside where Connie sat and turned my face to hers. “In fact, I don’t think a girl could work in this industry unless she was into other girls as much as she needs to be into fucking guys.”
Connie did a thing with her mouth, but said nothing. Instead, she glanced down at her notes and then back to me.
“Do you have time to answer some questions?”
I glanced at the clock on the wall again. “A couple,” I said. “The rest will have to wait until after I shoot this first scene.”
From the corner of my eye I caught a flicker of movement and Connie and I both turned our heads as all five girls came down the hallway. They were all naked, and unaffected by their nudity. Hannah and the blonde had their arms comfortably around each other’s waists. The girls paraded passed us, wiggling hips and flirtatiously jiggling their breasts as they filed out through the glass doors towards the swimming pool area.
Connie had a distracted, peculiar expression on her face. She blinked as though to clear her mind.
“You said all the girls in the industry need to be bisexual if they want to work, right?”
