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So I’d been eager to see the footage that Ralph promised. We’d watched a lot of audition tapes recently, but most girls don’t have the innocent, wide-eyed look necessary to portray a nubile co-ed. Instead, most had that worn-out, used-up look, which in porn is sadly common. No one wants to buy that stuff. Even if you’re featuring grannies, they still want the grannies to be old but comely. Again, this industry is filled with paradoxes, and it’s not my place to say what sells and what doesn’t.
I clicked the video icon and my screen blurred before sharpening and focusing on beautiful girl with luscious auburn hair and a curvy body to-die for. My eyes squinted a bit as my hands gripped the chair handles. Could it be …? Holy shit, it was. I bolted straight up in my chair.
“Zan!” I yelled. “Get in here!”
The performer was still staring uncertainly at the camera as my brother strode over from the other room, taking a break from looking at “modeling shots” submitted by some of our hopefuls. Guys are gross because they send unsolicited penis photos, but the girls in the industry can be even worse – we’ve been propositioned every which way by young things hoping to land a starring role in one of our films. It’s sad, really, because the photos they send always have a look of desperation.
“What?” Zan growled. “This better be good.”
But when he saw the face on screen, his jaw dropped, and blindly, he reached for a chair, pulling up to the monitor.
“Holy fucking shit,” I managed. “It’s Melanie,” I added unnecessarily before pressing play again.
And fuck, but our new stepsister was absolutely magnetic. At first she was stilted and shy, moving robotically, but it only lent authenticity to the whole thing. She was the original nubile co-ed, doe-eyed and innocent while wobbling uncertainly in front of the camera. But the girl improved quick. Soon enough, she warmed up to being filmed and was working her tits and ass like a pro, flashing bits here and there while teasing the viewer.
“Hey big boy,” she cooed, while licking a nipple coyly. “You like?”
Yes, my brother and I liked very much, judging from the bulges at our groins. Fuck, the little girl was sexy!
I heard a low moan from Zander when Melanie slowly inserted the dildo into her pussy. Her snatch was so tight, so wet, that the toy could hardly stay in, and she had to shove forcefully with her wrist, that big piece of rubber coated and dripping with her fluids. Her scene ended with a magnificent orgasm, her little snatch twisting and clamping on the monster, her head thrown back as she gave the sweetest of whimpers. Her giant breasts heaved beautifully as sweet liquids dripped onto the leather couch.
As soon as the tape ended, I turned to my brother.
“We have to get her here,” I ground out. “Forget New York. It’s all about LA.”
“Fly her out immediately,” he agreed.
But the unspoken lingered in the air. Melanie wasn’t just any ho who’d appeared on our radar. She was a beautiful, untested girl with sensuous control of her body, and also our new stepsister to boot. Was the family relationship going to stop us? Hell, no. There was money to be made, and Zan and I have never shied away from the forbidden.
But at the same time, I wanted to see this go down easy. We both did. After all, my brother and I aren’t heartless bastards. We want our performers and our lovers to feel cossetted and taken care of, and Melanie was no exception. We’re not here to use up girls until they’re dried up and wrung out. Instead, we’re here to celebrate women and their bodies, as ironic as that sounds. So who knew how this was going to work out? But no matter what happens, my brother and I want Melanie to be happy … and we’ll go the extra mile to make sure of it.
CHAPTER SIX
Melanie
Things have moved really fast. After the audition, I’d confronted Lauren.
“You said we were stripping, not doing porn!” I’d accused in the dressing room of the club, ignoring the dancers who brushed past us.
Lauren was nonchalant, applying make-up under the bright bulb of the vanity mirror.
“Oh stop,” she said breezily. “It was just an audition tape. No one’s going to see it except Ralph and the producers,” she said. “Plus, I can tell Ralph really liked you,” she confided with a wink.
Oh really? And what gave it away? The huge jet of semen that’d erupted when he came? The disgusting moaning sounds he’d made all throughout my audition?
“No seriously Mel,” said Lauren, turning to face me. “Lots of girls audition at the Donkey Club because it’s a gateway to the NYC scene. There are actually talent scouts and agents in the crowd here, looking for the next breakout star. You never know who you’re going to meet,” she hinted.
