Tight Fit

SUPPLY AND DEMAND PART 2 OF 2 by Grey Scribbler

Six months later…

Jenny strolled down the corridor leading to Danton’s office. She couldn’t do much else, in the four inch heels that she now routinely wore. She could feel how they made her arse sway, as she put one foot in front of the other. She knew, now, how to walk in real heels. But she was impatient. She wanted to get to the meeting with Danton. She was sure that today he’d have to admit defeat. She’d hoped the same three months ago. But they’d gone over the books together and she’d had to admit that she’d made no noticeable difference at all to his business. If anything, Danton’s take was better than when she’d started. She was sure that he wasn’t lying. She knew enough accounting, together with her observations from the brothel, to know that she hadn’t won. It was frustrating. But he’d been generous about it, and said she could have another three months. Even suggested bringing in a partner to help. Pay them both an allowance. It was a good idea. And Sally had been eager to help. At least, Sally was after Jenny had taken her friend to see Danton and left them to have a private chat. And in return for another three months all Jennifer had had to do was agree to keep visiting Danton for regular talks. Apparently Sally did to, but that wasn’t Jenny’s business. Jenny had hesitated at first. To take another three months meant delaying the start of her career again, and keeping on having sex with all those men. She’d lost count of how many. But she was determined, and somehow the idea of all that sex hadn’t seemed as bad as it had at the start. So she’d agreed. She was going to win.

Danton was already seated in the chair under the mirror when she entered the room. He smiled, indicating the seat for her to sit in. Jenny knew. It was the one in which she always sat. She took off the coat she wore against the winter cold and took the offered seat. She glanced up at her reflection and smiled. It smiled back, lights sparkling around it as they always did.

Danton looked at the woman across from him. He wondered if anyone who saw her today would recognise her as the same determined young woman who had come to see him six months ago. Oh, the determination was still there, just a little, re-directed. But the simple pony tail was gone. Jenny’s blonde hair was longer now, not tied back, bleached a lighter shade, teased out and falling in waves. Her make-up was much heavier. She no longer wore simple dresses. Today her skirt, pink, was so obscenely short that it was little better than a belt. Even before she sat down it did nothing to hide the tops of her stockings and the ends of the garters that held them up. Her top was simply straps over her shoulders and a strip of cloth around her breasts, just barely covering her nipples, the tops and bottoms of her breasts clearly exposed. It hadn’t taken many conversations to convince Jenny that she needed to display her wares to good effect if she was to direct any custom her way. It was just as well that she’d worn her coat, Danton mused, even one which reached no lower than her skirt. That is, just grazing the bottom of her crotch. Her clothes offered no protection against the cold. Or anything else.

“Hello Jenny,” he began. Danton knew that she thought of herself as Jenny now, not Jennifer. Another conversation had been devoted to customer relations. How taking a more relaxed attitude would help. And how she needed to really take that attitude to heart. After that she had never referred to or thought of herself as Jennifer again.

“Hello,” she replied, brightly. Jenny always tried to keep a smile on her face.

“OK, to business. I’m sorry,” he continued, “even with Sally’s help, you haven’t made any difference.” Danton smiled, remembering how he convinced Jenny to bring her friend Sally along to see him, after her first three months of ‘effort’ had failed. All it had taken was a little discussion about how having partners in a business often helped. Sally was a cute little thing, barely five foot two, with short dark hair that framed an angelic face. It had only taken a couple of private discussions with her before Sally had broken easily. The innocent ones usually do, Danton reflected. He’d been pleased to discover that Sally was a virgin before being convinced to join Jenny’s efforts. Now she was a no-pay, no-play kind of girl. Danton doubted that Sally would ever have sex that didn’t involve her getting paid. He’d managed more with the cute brunette in three months then he had with Jenny in six. Sally knew exactly what she was now, was just playing along with Jenny, had been for weeks. Danton intended to rectify Jenny’s misconceptions today.

“Shit,” the exclamation by Jenny accompanied by her smile slipping, “I really thought we’d get you this time.” Convincing her to adopt a more relaxed attitude to swearing, so that the men she dealt with weren’t put off by her mode of speech, had taken a few meetings. More than changing her clothing style, Danton mused. But all achievable, as would more be today. Danton could see that Jenny’s eyes were already held by her reflection, above and behind him. Good he thought. And Jenny had accepted his word without asking to see proof this time.

“I think we may need a little reconsideration to see where we are.”

“Umm, ok,” Danton could see the distant look in Jenny’s eyes.

“Now, you’re trying to drive me out of business, aren’t you?”

“Yes.” Jenny’s eyes were wide. He could see her smile and knew that she was thinking about winning their competition. She could hold that thought for now. Very soon she’d have no more use for it.

“In fact, Jenny, we’re competing. You might call us competitors.”

“If you say so,” Jenny’s words were slightly slurred, as if she was in the middle of a dream.

“Now, competitors might use different language and words. But if they’re competing, then they have to be doing the same thing, or how can they be competitors?”

“Umm, I, I don’t know.” Danton could see the frown form and disappear on Jenny’s face. She never liked frowning for long these days. He suspected that the thought that had caused her unhappy expression had vanished with the frown.

“And competitors, whatever terms they use to refer to their activities, have to be in the same business, don’t they Jenny?”

Jenny’s eyes were wide, fixed on her reflection “Umm, I.”

“So if we’re competitors, Jenny, we must be in the same business.”

Her eyes didn’t move, continuing to be locked on her reflection, but Danton could see something stirring in them. Some hint of the old Jennifer. “No, that’s, that’s not right, I’m not.”

“Stand up.” Danton snapped. Jenny had no choice but to obey. She stood, suddenly unsteady on her heels where she’d been confident. Her eyes remained fixed on the image in the mirror.

“What do you see, Jenny, don’t think of it as a mirror, what do you see?”

“A, a girl?” Jenny was swaying slightly.

“And what’s she wearing?”

“A, a skirt?”

Danton allowed himself a smile “That’s right Jenny, a skirt so short that she flashes everyone as she walks by. And what about her tits, how much of them can you see?”

He could see her shaking now. “Almost, almost all of them.”

“That’s right, you can see almost all of her tits. Can you say that, Jenny?”

“You can see almost all of her tits,” the blonde replied, automatically.

Danton paused, letting Jenny dwell on her reflection. Letting the image seep into her head. “And that girl, what does she spend her time doing?”

Jenny’s tone changed, sounding more like Jennifer, “She, she stops men.”

Danton cut her off “That might be her objective, what she actually does is have sex, isn’t it Jenny?”

“Yes.” He could see a small tear run down Jenny’s left cheek.

“She gets fucked. A lot. Say that Jenny.”

“She, she gets fucked.” Her voice was low, halting.

“And I pay her, and all she does is get fucked. In business you get paid for what you do, not what you want. So she gets paid to be fucked.” Danton knew that he could have left Jenny as she was before today. Letting her continue to believe that she was still trying to drive him out of business. But he wanted her to realise what she really was. His other girls didn’t like it that Jenny got paid less than them. It made them worry about their incomes. He could have got them all in front of the mirror, but that wasn’t worth the effort. Everything has a price. So today was going to cost him a little money, but he considered it well spent. “So tell me what she does.”

“She, she gets paid to be fucked.” Jenny’s voice was only a whisper now.

“And what do we call girls that get paid to be fucked?”

“I, no.” Danton could see more of Jennifer in Jenny’s eyes. Her resistance was feeble, and pointless, but it was there. It had to be there if he was to break it.

“Come now Jenny, you know the answer. Don’t be silly. What do we call girls that get paid to be fucked?” His tone was insistent now, relentless.

The girl in front of him quailed, “P-prostitutes?”

“Good girl,” Danton replied, not bothering to hide the condescension, “prostitutes, whores, hookers. That girl’s a whore. Look at her Jenny. She looks like a whore, she acts like a whore, she gets fucked like a whore, paid like a whore. She’s just a little fucking whore. Say it, Jenny.”

The girl shook her head, feebly, never taking her eyes off the image in the mirror.

“Say it,” Danton snapped. Jenny bent a leg at the knee, one foot lifted off the floor. It made her look unsteady, in a cute sort of way. Danton watched as the foot slowly returned to the floor. He could see her mouth moving, but no words came out.

“Say it,” he barked, like a drill sergeant to a tardy recruit.

“She, she, she’s just a little fucking whore.”

Danton relaxed, put a note of sympathy in his voice, “And who is it in the mirror, Jenny. Who is it who dresses like a whore? Acts like a whore? Gets fucked like a whore? Paid like a whore? Who is nothing but a little fucking whore?”

“N, no.” Danton could hear the choke in Jenny’s voice. She was trying to shake her head, but she couldn’t as much as she wanted to, not with her eyes glued to the image in the mirror.

“You can say it Jenny.”

“No, please, don’t make me, please.” Jennifer pleaded with him. A last, desperate attempt. Danton could see more tears forming in her eyes.

Danton wasn’t intending to give her any relief. Jennifer the crusader, the would-be career woman, was done. She would only be Jenny the whore when she walked out of this room.

“Say it, Jenny.” His voice was patient now, like a parent coaxing a child, “Say it.” Danton waited. He could afford to wait.

Jennifer’s mouth moved again, soundlessly. The tears were running down her cheeks. And then, her shoulders sagging, Danton heard her say “Me.” He saw Jennifer splinter and disappear in Jenny’s eyes.

“That’s right Jenny, good girl. Tell me that you’re a whore.”

“I, I’m a whore.” He could see her shoulders straighten, just a little.

“You’re just a little fucking whore. Isn’t that right Jenny?”

Jenny’s smile was back now. Her resistance was broken. “I’m just a little fucking whore.”

“You’re just a whore. And I pay you, so you work for me.” Danton allowed himself a smile in return.

“Sure, I’m a whore, I work for you.”

“You’re tits are for sale, your pussy’s for sale.” Danton knew that it wasn’t necessary to keep going. The girl was broken. She’d happily whore for him now. But it was fun. Jennifer had never seriously inconvenienced him, her and her stupid little protest group. But they’d irritated him. So he was going to draw this out.

Jenny stuck her chest out. “My tits are for sale, my pussy is for sale.”

“You love being a whore, you love being fucked for money.” It was cruel, she was putty now. Would be until she looked away from the mirror.

Jenny’s smile grew wider, “I love being a whore. I love being fucked for money.”

“Do you want to be anything other than a whore?”

Jenny paused. All she’d had to do in the last few moments was repeat what Danton had said to her. That had been easy. She couldn’t have done anything else. But now he’d asked her a question. Sure, she loved being a whore, getting paid to be fucked. She knew that she she’d been silly, had pretended that she’d been doing something else for six months. But now she realised that she’d been a whore all along. Had been a whore since her first fucking six months ago, just hours after their first conversation in this room. And that was ok by her. But was that all she wanted? Hadn’t she wanted more, once, sometime? A career? Something other than selling herself to any man? She knew that she had to answer Danton.

“No, I love being a whore, I never want to be anything else.” Even Jenny could hear the distant, happy, tone of her voice as any other dreams of the future splintered and died.

“Good girl.” Jenny could hear the praise in Danton’s voice. It made her happy. She’d given the right answer.

“And you’re just a girl aren’t you? A silly little girl who’s a whore. A piece of arse, a prostitute. Not a woman.”

Was that right? Jenny wondered. She was 22. Didn’t that make her a woman? But Danton was right, Danton was always right. She could join the dots. Self-respecting women weren’t whores. They didn’t do what she did. So she wasn’t a woman. She’d never think of herself as a woman again. Only a girl. A silly little girl.

“I’m just a whore, a silly little girl.”

Danton was leaning forward in his chair. Jenny could see that in the mirror. She couldn’t see his face, of course, but she thought that there was an air of eagerness, of focus, about him.

“And whores, prostitutes, they don’t have breasts or a vagina, do they Jenny? Those are things women have.”

Jenny nodded. Danton was right. He was always right.

“So what do you have Jenny, what words do you use?”

The words came easily to her. She thought that maybe once they wouldn’t have but that made no sense now. “Tits, boobs, jugs, funbags. Pussy, cunt, slit, fuckhole.” They were words for what she had. What a prostitute had. She could have said more, there were lots more fun words for what she had, but she thought that she’d said was enough, for now. She didn’t want to waste Danton’s time. She’d heard those words, heard them used by the men who paid her. Hell, she’d even used a couple herself. But not all of them, not before today.

“That’s right Jenny, good girl.” Jenny smiled. She knew which words to use now, which were the right words for her, for a whore. The words women could use didn’t apply to her anymore, if they ever had.

“Are you a good girl Jenny? Do you use contraception?”

“Um, yeah?” Jenny wasn’t sure what the proper answer was. She thought she had it right. Falling pregnant would take time away from whoring.

“Good girl, good girl,” Danton reassured her. Jenny was relieved, she had found the right answer.

“But,” he added, “nothing’s perfect, so what would you do if you ever did get knocked up?”

“Umm, uh, get an, an ab,”

“No Jenny,” Danton cut her off. Jenny felt sick, her answer had been wrong. Giving Danton the wrong answer brought an almost physical pain.

“Jenny, Jenny, it’s all right. You’re only a silly little girl.” Relief swept through Jenny. Danton wasn’t angry at her. “Let me tell you what you’ll do. If you ever get knocked up, you’ll have the baby. If it’s a boy, you’ll give it to me and I’ll see that he gets a good home, if it’s a girl, you’ll keep it. Do you know why?”

“Umm, no,” Jenny ventured, cautious. She really didn’t know the answer. She’d absorbed every word, would do what she was told. But Danton hadn’t told her why. Her reflection was no help, either. And she didn’t want to guess, in case she was wrong. She didn’t want the pain to come back.

“Because, Jenny, if you have any daughters then you will raise them to be just like you, They’ll grow up to be little fucking whores, just like their mother. I’ll help make sure of that. Tell me what you’ll do Jenny.”

It was easy now, Danton had told her the right answer. “If I have any daughters, I’ll raise them to be little fucking whores, just like me. You’ll help me. Mother and daughter whores.” Jenny smiled. The idea of being a knocked-up whore wasn’t so bad now. It was almost attractive. She wouldn’t go looking for it, well, not right away, but she wouldn’t mind if it happened. She liked the idea of having a daughter or two, and raising them to be prostitutes, little fucking whores, just like her. Yeah, she’d do that someday. Definitely. And Danton would help make sure that her daughters turned out right, little fucking whores just like their mother.

“You never went to college, did you Jenny? You just bummed around after high school, waiting for your chance to start turning tricks.”

Wait, Jenny thought, no that wasn’t right. Hadn’t she? Memories wavered as she groped for them. She remembered something, study? Success? But Danton was always right. And she didn’t want the pain to come back. So she must never have done anything much after high school except waiting to be a whore. What had she done? Cheap, dead-end, jobs? She remembered those. Yeah, that’s what a whore in waiting would do. Waiting for her chance to prostitute herself. So it must be what she’d done. It was what she’d done. Jenny felt strange, as if her head was rearranging itself. Then the world righted.

“No, I never went to college. What would a silly little girl like me want with college?” Her reflection beamed at her, the lights dancing. Jenny knew that it was right answer. Of course it was. If she’d gone to college she would remember it.

“Does WFP mean anything to you Jenny? I don’t think it does, but I’d like to know for sure.”

Jenny frowned. She was sure that those letters had meant something to her. But then Danton had said he didn’t think that they did, and the hint of memory had slithered away and vanished.

“No, should it?” Jenny shrugged.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Danton seemed to be thinking out loud, “maybe we could start something. Whores for prostitution. Well-fucked prostitutes? What do you think? You could be the spokeswoman. Oh, sorry, you’re not a woman. How about spokeswhore?”

“Sure.” Jenny wasn’t really sure what Danton as on about. But she could do anything. As long as it involved whoring.

“So, Jenny, much as I’m enjoying our talk, we both have things to do. So let’s wrap this up. You’re a whore, a prostitute. You sell your tits, your pussy, your whole body, you get fucked for money. You love it and you never want to do anything else. You’re just a little fucking whore.”

Jenny couldn’t help but agree. It was true. Deep down, at the core of her being, she was a whore. Right alongside the concepts of being human, female, of self, of identity, wound around all that, infusing it, was the utter certainty that she was a whore. “Sure, I sell myself, I love it, I get fucked for money and I never want to be anything other than a little fucking whore.”

“Jenny, look at me.” How long had she been looking at the mirror? She didn’t want to look away. She loved the lights that sparkled around her image. And she loved her reflection. How it was clear that she was nothing but a whore, a prostitute. But Danton had said look at him, so she did.

“I think we can look on this as a takeover or may be the end of an internship.” Danton smiled at what Jenny thought was some private joke. “You’ll be on the same rates as the other girls from now on, paid by the trick. They’d be angry if you kept undercutting them. And if you’re part of the business we can’t have that.”

“Sure.” Jenny didn’t care too much. But more money would be useful for keeping herself looking good. The type of outfits that she wore certainly weren’t priced by the amount of cloth that was in them. And then there was make-up and getting her hair done and defoliation (were had she learnt such a big word?) and…

“Well, run along, I’m sure there’s some demand you want to supply.”

Jenny couldn’t agree more. There were always men out there demanding the services of a little fucking whore like her. And she wanted to supply as much of that demand as she could. She couldn’t think of anything better.

The End

SUPPLY AND DEMAND PART 1 OF 2 by Grey Scribbler

Jennifer Carrington ran a nervous hand through her blond hair, trying not to ruin the simple ponytail in which she had it pulled back. She looked up again at the building in front of her. She could feel a small trickle of sweat running down her back. Even in her simple cotton dress her body reacted to the heat of the summer sun. Terrific she thought, just what I need, to look completely frazzled. She still wasn’t sure that being here was a good idea. But if she was going to do it she wanted to look decent. It wasn’t going to be easy and she didn’t want to give Danton any clues about her nervous she felt.

To say that she was surprised when the invitation to a meeting came was putting it mildly. As the convenor of WFP—Women Fighting Prostitution—she hardly expected the owner of the largest number of brothels in the state to be asking her to a meeting. The only time she’d ever seen Eugene Danton was over a protest line at some of his more legitimate businesses. WFP protested outside the brothels as well, but she’d never seen Danton there. “As if he’d sully himself like that,” Jennifer muttered to herself.

But here she was, for a one-on-one meeting with the enemy himself. It was supposed to be just her and him. Jennifer had wanted to bring someone, maybe a lawyer, but Danton insisted that the meeting be on his terms. She’d thought about turning him down. Betty and Sally, her deputies, had both told her they thought she shouldn’t go. Betty, 25 years older than Jennifer’s 22, had been especially insistent. But Jennifer had over-ruled her. Jennifer might be younger, but she was the leader. Betty had held the position, but happily stood aside for the younger woman’s drive and enthusiasm, her ability to inspire others. Danton’s invitation had said he wanted to negotiate. Jennifer wasn’t going to give an inch, but she hoped that she might be able to find some useful information from whatever Danton had to say. And if there was a possibility that he actually intended giving in, then she had to take it. Even if all that came out of this meeting was some opening, some opportunity, to advance their cause, now was the time to seize that chance. Jennifer had just graduated from, university. Her marks were good, good enough that she could afford to wait a while and still get a great job. But she couldn’t wait for ever. She needed to start getting the work experience that entry to an MBA required. She was already in contact with good business schools. Sure, she wasn’t going to abandon the WFP cause. Jennifer genuinely believed in it. But in a little while she wouldn’t have as much time on her hands as she did now. So if today presented a chance to make some real gains, well, she wasn’t about to pass that up.

Shaking her head Jennifer decided that she had better enter the building before she ended up a stinking, sweaty, mess. Inside the cool air was almost freezing. Her one-inch heels made an echoing, tapping, sound as she crossed the foyer of the office tower heading for the elevators. The muzak in the lift was typical generic rubbish. It might have been meant to soothe the passengers, but all it did was irritate Jennifer. It didn’t matter what Danton had to say. Jennifer wasn’t going to be letting up on her, or her group’s, opposition to what see saw as a blight on the community.

The lift deposited in her a sleek, soulless, corporate corridor. The walls were faintly reflective, their grey sheen seeming to eat up the light. Together with the carpet that deadened her footfalls Jennifer felt that she had entered a shadow of the world outside. She hurried in the direction that the signs said led to Danton’s office. She knocked, then cautiously opened the door when there was no answer. The room inside held a desk, empty. One that should hold a receptionist, or an administrative assistant. It looked like Danton was keeping his word about the meeting being just for the two of them. Jennifer looked through the interior door and could see Danton sitting at a desk. She couldn’t see anyone else.

“Good afternoon Miss Carrington,” he called to her, his voice a dark rumbling bass. “I’m glad that you could make it.” As she entered his office he added, “Shut the door if you please, we both want to keep this private don’t we?” Jennifer hesitated a moment. Did she want to be alone in a room with this man? Angrily she gave her head a slight shake. She had nothing to be afraid of. Her friends and colleagues knew where she was. And what could he do anyway?

As she turned from shutting the door Jennifer saw that Danton had risen from his seat. He was walking towards her, hand outstretched. She had to admit he was well dressed, his suit designer-made, maybe Hugo Boss. But then she reminded herself where his money came from. She kept her hands to herself, one by her side, the other holding the purse strap where it was slung over her shoulder.

Danton hesitated for a moment then shrugged. “Please, take a seat.” He indicated the low, comfortable chairs in the middle of the office. The upholstery was white, possibly leather, probably fake, but expensive nevertheless.

Jennifer chose the seat furthest from where Danton stood, hoping that he wouldn’t sit too close to her. Instead of sitting he asked her “Would you like something to drink?”

“No thank you.” Danton probably wasn’t stupid enough to try anything, but Jennifer didn’t want to give him the chance. The man owned brothels, so slipping something into her drink to get her to agree to something she shouldn’t was probably well within his capabilities. She needed to keep her wits about her, not fuddle them with alcohol. And for all she knew he was recording their meeting.

“Suit yourself,” Danton replied as he poured himself a drink. Jennifer could tell that it was alcoholic. Was it expensive? She suspected that it was. To her relief he took a seat opposite her, across a low table. Above him, sharing the wall with the door through which she had entered his inner office, was a large mirror. In the chair Danton sat low enough that Jennifer had a clear view of the mirror, although she had to raise her head a little, look up, to see it clearly. Jennifer could see herself and the back of Danton’s head in the reflection. But the man himself was below her view line if she looked at the mirror. Maybe that was the point. Danton probably usually sat in the chair she was in and didn’t want to be distracted by the mirror when he spoke to someone. But why have it at all then?

“You’re probably wondering why I brought you all here tonight,” he smiled. “Sorry, couldn’t resist the joke. But you’re not laughing. Pity.” He tilted his head and looked at her, eyes dark under greying hair.

“So, serious then.” Danton sighed, and sat back in his chair, nursing his glass, “First of all I want to say I admire your dedication.”

“W-what?” Jennifer let slip before getting herself back under control. She hadn’t expected that.

“Oh yes. You put a lot of effort into your cause. All in your own time, no recompense. Admirable dedication, if misguided.” A slight smile curved his lips, like a parent with an over-eager child.

Jennifer made herself take a long breath before replying. She could so easily have snapped back but instead she forced herself to stay calm. She didn’t need the condescension of this poor excuse for a human being. “I don’t think it’s misguided. Your, …, establishments are a blight on the community. It’s well worth it for us to be rid of them.”

“Ah, but that’s just it isn’t it?” His right hand still held his glass, but the ring finger pointed in Jennifer’s direction. “You haven’t made me close down a single one. As I said, admirable dedication, but not terribly productive.” He took another sip from his glass then smiled at her over the top of it.

Jennifer shot Danton a glare. “We knew this wasn’t going to be easy. We knew it would take time. We’ll get you in the end.”

She could see the light of humour twinkling in Danton’s eyes “Really? Will you? And if you do, what then? I’m not the only one in this business you know. You’re entitled to your opinions but…”

Jennifer took the chance offered by the slight pause. “Oh, how gracious of you,” she said, not bothering to hide her sarcasm. Danton’s patronising manner was beginning to infuriate her. Firmly she reminded herself to stay calm. She smoothed her dress over her thighs. She didn’t want to hand him any advantage.

Danton blinked, seemingly genuinely surprised by her rancour. “As you wish. But if you are going to be successful in opposing my business I think you need to understand it a little better.”

Jennifer allowed more of her anger to seep into her voice. “Oh, I understand it well enough. You degrade women, cater to men’s basest instincts. I know all I need to know about your business.”

Danton leant back, a frown creasing his features. He gave his head a slight shake. “But do you really understand what it means that it is a business?”

Jennifer frowned in return. She couldn’t understand what the man was on about “I’m sorry, what?”

Danton gave a half smile and placed his glass on the table that separated them. “No, I should apologise. I’ve let this conversation grow too heated.” Jennifer tried to interrupt but Danton held up a hand. “No, please, let me explain. I do admire your dedication and tenacity. And it is a free country. So if you are going to follow the course that you think is right then I should at least help you do it without any misconceptions. You see, prostitution,” Jennifer shivered at the word, “is, whatever else you may think of it, a business.”

Jennifer felt her frown deepening. She couldn’t work out what Danton was trying to get out of all this. Why would he be offering to help her? Something told her that she needed to be careful. “So?” she asked, caution tinging her voice.

“So,” Danton echoed, his hands spread towards her, palms up, “like any business it works on the rules of supply and demand. What you’re trying to do is cut the supply. But every time someone tries that, be it alcohol with prohibition, or the more recent war on drugs, it doesn’t work. Shut down one avenue of supply and another will take up the slack. As long as the demand persists, that is.”

Jennifer narrowed her eyes. She wasn’t about to let some business for eight year olds speech fool her. “So? Even if it doesn’t work it puts the prices up. And we have a moral obligation to oppose your dirty trade,” she sniffed.

Danton shook his head, “You have to be very careful when you mix morals and business.”

“I’ll leave that to you and your tax accountant,” Jennifer shot back.

“Now you’re talking ethics.” The hint of condescension in Danton’s voice grated across Jennifer’s nerves. “But we’re not here to argue semantics. Or at least I hope we’re not.”

“Well, you’ll have to tell me.” Jennifer glared at him, her voice tight, “you asked for this meeting.”

“All right then,” Danton smiled, “As I said, you shut down one avenue of supply another will spring up. You’d be better looking at the demand.”

That didn’t make any sense to Jennifer. Yes, she knew about the basics of an economy. She was educated. But even if she accepted what Danton was saying, how did that help? Sure, she knew that there was demand for prostitutes. But that was never going away.

“Some men will always want that,” she said out loud.

Danton appeared to have followed her reasoning. “Yes, but is the demand for prostitutes or just for sex?”

Jennifer shivered at his coarseness, then stopped herself. She wasn’t going to let herself be defeated by Danton’s language, even if she would never be so vulgar. “Well,” she started, then paused. She wanted to get this right, “Most men are too sensible to go anywhere near your dirty trade.”

Danton leant back in his chair. He stared into his glass, a thoughtful look on his face. “And the ones that do? Why do they need my services?”

Jennifer was disappointed that he hadn’t reacted to her description of his business. She’d been hoping to unbalance him. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all too easy. She knew the sort of men that used Danton’s ‘services’. “Single, I suppose. Not able to manage a relationship. Or cheating on their wives or girlfriends. Not valuing what they’ve got.”

Danton made an amused sound. “Let’s leave aside the gratuitous insults of my clients. And just say they come to my establishments for what they can’t get elsewhere.”

“Well, I suppose.” Jennifer begrudged having to agree with Danton, but she had to admit he was correct. She looked up at her image in the mirror behind him. Was there a faint sparkle there? She hadn’t noticed it before, where was it coming from?

“Really? Come on Miss Carrington, I thought you were an intelligent woman.” Jennifer squirmed. She should say something. She shouldn’t let Danton insult her like that. Why didn’t she say something?

“If someone can get something for free then why would they pay for it? Do you agree?”

Danton hadn’t moved from his seat across from her, but Jennifer could feel his physical presence. It made her feel small. She looked up into the mirror again, hoping to relieve the pressure that she felt. Her image seemed to flicker, the sparkle still present.

She swallowed, “Yes.” She had to agree. Why pay for something if you can get it for free?

“So,” Danton continued, not letting her add anything else, “if the men who come to my, ‘establishments’,” his smile was predatory now. Jennifer didn’t know when she had stopped looking at her image and her eyes had returned to Danton, “could get sex for free, then they wouldn’t need my girls and I’d be out of business.”

Jennifer relaxed. She liked that thought. Danton out of business. That was her aim, the aim of WFP. Well, Danton and all the others like him. But Danton would be a good start.

“I can see you agree with me.” Why was she letting him do all the talking? Jennifer couldn’t understand that. Still, she agreed with what he was saying, so why bother adding anything?

“I fill a need. It makes sense that it could be filled in other ways.” Jennifer simply nodded. She stole a glance at her image in the mirror. It was nodding as well.

“But how do you find the people with that need? What, do you think, Jennifer?” Danton paused, leant back.

Jennifer swallowed. Obviously he wanted her to say something. He wanted an answer from her. But what answer could she give? How do you find the men who wanted the services of a brothel, of prostitutes?

“I, well, …” She trailed off, hopelessly. She didn’t have any answer. She felt small again. She knew that there must be an answer. She looked at her reflection, her eyes not leaving it this time. The sparkle was still there, she couldn’t work out exactly where, it what was causing it, but it was there. Her image gave her no help finding the answer she wanted to give Danton.

“Really, Jennifer? I’d have thought the answer obvious.” Feelings of insignificance were creeping through Jennifer. If the answer was obvious then she should have known it. “They might be anyone. Sons, brothers, husbands, workers, businessmen, anyone. The only place you will know who they are is in a brothel, or cruising past the streetwalkers.”

Jennifer nodded. That made sense. It wasn’t like the men wore a badge. There wasn’t anything distinctive about them. But if a man came to a brothel, then it was clear what he wanted.

“At the point of sale you might say.” Danton chuckled. The sound cut through her and she dragged her gaze away from the image in the mirror.

“But,” Jennifer struggled. It felt like surfacing from dark, cold, water as her thoughts broke free of whatever sluggishness had gripped them. “What about men who get prostitutes to visit them? Or women who work from home? Or if they meet up in a hotel?” Jennifer might have hated the business, but she’d made sure she knew enough.

Danton smiled. Jennifer felt pleased with herself. Then wondered why his opinion mattered. The thought blew away with his words. “That’s true, very good. But let’s not get too ambitious. Brothels will account for a large percentage, don’t you agree?”

Jennifer was nodding again. It felt good to agree. To agree with Danton. And why not?, when he was only telling the truth. She snuck another glance at her reflection. It seemed to agree too.

“Right. So we know where those men can be found. Hmm? You can say yes Jennifer.”

“Yes.” Saying yes was easy.

“And,” Danton paused before continuing, leaning back in his chair. Jennifer wasn’t watching him. She was watching her reflection. It seemed almost as large as her, suspended in the mirror. How big was that sheet of glass? Where were the lights dancing around her image coming from? How hard had it been to hoist the sheet of glass up there, fix it in place? How many workers had it taken? Jennifer’s thoughts trailed off into inconsequentialities. She looked into the eyes of her reflection. Its eyes were wide. Were her eyes that wide? They must be, she supposed, it was only her reflection, after all.

“And we know what would stop them using a prostitute, don’t we Jennifer?” Had Danton waited for here while her thoughts meandered? Had her daydreaming about the mirror taken so little time? Jennifer wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter, because he wanted an answer.

“Yes.” She knew that was right answer. It was so easy to agree with Danton. Her image looked pleased with her. Or was it just reflecting her own happiness at being able to give the answer?

“And what would it take to stop them, Jennifer?,” Danton coaxed.

“If, if they could g-get, umm have s-sex with, with someone else.” Jennifer was embarrassed. She didn’t like talking that bluntly. It made her sound crude and she didn’t like it. But she knew that she had to answer. She could see the movements of her image’s mouth as she spoke.

“That’s right, Jennifer, you are very clever.” Danton sounded pleased with her. That made her feel good. Then she wondered why she should care what Danton thought. She saw creases form on the brow of her image. She didn’t like that. With an effort Jennifer relaxed and was rewarded with the creases disappearing. If anything, the sparkle around her reflection seemed brighter. That was good too.

“If a woman was there who would have sex with them without them having to pay, they wouldn’t need the prostitutes, would they?”

Jennifer shook her head. She could see the ponytail of her image whipping from side to side. She liked that. Her answer made sense. Of course if a man found a woman who would have sex with him without paying, then why would he need a prostitute?

“Of course,” and there was a tinge of regret in Danton’s voice, whether real or faked Jennifer couldn’t tell, “it’s not that simple.”

That wasn’t fair. It should be simple. “Isn’t it?,” she asked, not able to hide her distress.

“I’m afraid not. Most prostitutes are at least reasonably attractive, and they’re definitely willing. So what would the other woman need to be?”

Danton waited. Jennifer thought for a moment. Her image seemed to be willing her to answer, “Umm, pretty and willing as well?” Her image smiled. Of course, Jennifer was happy, so she was smiling. She’d been able to answer.

“Very good, Jennifer, very good. It makes sense, if you think about it. If prostitution is supplying a demand, then any alternate supply will need to provide as good a product, don’t you agree?”

Jennifer nodded.

“Now,” Jennifer could hear Danton draw breath, “a woman who was willing to be in a brothel, to offer sex to the men there, without getting paid by them. All, I hasten to add, in the interests of removing the demand for the prostitutes. Well, she’d have to be a very brave and determined woman, wouldn’t she?”

“Yes,” Jennifer was nodding. She knew that it was the right answer. Her image told her so.

“Do you know anyone like that, Jennifer? Pretty, determined, brave, willing?” Danton’s voice was calm, but Jennifer could hear the emphasis on the last word.

“Um, well.” Jennifer wasn’t sure. Her image gave her no help, simply looking at her, wide-eyed.

“Oh come now. Don’t be so shy,” Danton chided. Jennifer could see the back of his head in the mirror, even though her attention was fixed on her reflection. She saw him tilt his head to one side. “Doesn’t that describe you? Pretty, determined, brave, willing to do anything for your cause?”

“I,” Jennifer hesitated, panicked. But her image just sat there. She couldn’t see any sign of panic on its face. She relaxed, felt a wave of calm wash over her as lights sparkled around her image. She was brave and determined, she had to admit. And, well, yes, she had been called pretty. And she was devoted to her cause. But this? Was Danton right? Was this the way to succeed? To cut-off the whole horrible business by drying up its demand?

“You could be an alternate source of supply. Are you willing to do that? To win in business you have to be willing to do whatever it takes. Are you ready for that?”

“But,” Jennifer’s thoughts whirled, she felt lost, small, “I’d, I’d have to, to, with, with.’ Her voice fluttered away.

“Have sex with men. With men you don’t know? Offer yourself when they came looking for prostitutes? Yes Jennifer, yes you would. It would take someone very special and very brave to do that. Can you do that?”

Jennifer swallowed. She saw the slight movement of her throat echoed in her image. Could she do that? Give her body over to those men? Just have, have, sex, with them. Casual, meaningless sex. She’d never done that before. She was no virgin, but sex for her had always been something special. This would degrade it, degrade her. She looked at her reflection. Jennifer could tell her reflection wanted her to say yes, was urging her to say yes. The lights danced and flickered around the girl in the mirror.

“Yes,” she said, determinedly, “I can do that.”

Her eyes slipped down from her reflection. How long had she been looking at it? She could see Danton smile.

“I’m impressed Jennifer. I didn’t think you had it in you. Not many women would. You realise, of course, that one woman won’t make that much difference. But I realise it has to start somewhere.”

“I know,” Jennifer said, “but it has to start somewhere, and if this is what it takes.” She’d do whatever it took to support her cause. She was determined. Danton had said so.

“I admire you, I really do. And just to prove what a good sport I am, here’s what I’ll do. I’ll pay you a retainer. That way you’ll be able to spend as much time on-site as possible. You don’t want to let any chance go by, do you?” Jennifer shook her head. Danton was right. She’d need to be there as much as possible, as available as possible, to cut the demand for the prostitutes.

“And if, after three months, you are making a dent in my business, I’ll shut the place down.”

Jennifer only just managed to stop herself crying out in delight. This was it. This was the way to beat Danton. And the fool was going to pay for it himself. She knew it wouldn’t be an easy three months. She’d have to delay starting her career. But it would be worth it. She knew that she was taking a risk and that the other women in WFP wouldn’t understand. The idea of having sex with all those men made her shiver. And if word got out, about her having casual sex with anyone man she could divert from the prostitutes, well, she knew it wouldn’t do her reputation any good. But she could do this. It was in a good cause. They’d win.

“Ok,” she said, “ok, three months. I’ll give it three months.” She could do it, she told herself.

“You’ll be there with the prostitutes, but you won’t be one of them. No need to get them offside though is there?” Jennifer nodded. Her argument wasn’t with the women. She felt sorry for them. It was Danton she hated. Getting the prostitutes offside would make it harder for Jennifer to divert the men, as the prostitutes would try to stop her. “I’ll tell them to leave you alone. And no need to mention money to the men. It would just upset the other girls. I’ll make sure the men know what the deal is.” Jennifer was nodding again. It all made sense to her. All she had to do was attract them men, make her choose them over the prostitutes. They’d know she wasn’t charging.

“Well,” Danton leant back in his chair, “when do you want to start? How about this afternoon?”

Jennifer froze. It was one thing to consider Danton’s proposition. Even agree to it. But that was talk, intellectual. But his last statement made it real. She could be having sex, with men she didn’t know, this afternoon, in a couple of hours. Could she really do this?

She looked up at her reflection. It was silent, solemn. But Jennifer could sense that it was urging her on. This was the right thing to do. I can do this she told herself, as she watched the lights dance and flicker around her image.

“Ok, yes, why not.” There, it was said. She was committed. No going back now.

Danton rose from his chair, headed to his desk. “I’ll call someone to take you there.”

Jennifer looked up at her reflection. She was happy. She was going to achieve what she’d set out to do. She could see that her reflection was happy, too.

Daddy's Girl

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PORN STARS by The Hands That Lead

Chapter 1

Donna was at home on the phone, talking to her agent yet again about getting a scene with Ben ‘The Persuader’ Bangher.

“What do you mean he still says no? You did remind him of who I am right?”

“Yes Donna, but he says he won’t do a romance movie, only those gonzo flicks he’s known for. He says he isn’t an actor and doesn’t want to insult the audience by pretending to be one. He did offer once more to have you appear in one of his films though.”

“I will not do that gonzo trash! Get him in my movie!”

She slammed down the phone in frustration, picked it back up and hit the end call button with her neatly manicured, but short, nails before swearing at it.

She’d been trying to get a scene with Ben for over two years. She had sent him dozens of scripts and the answer was always no. She was at the top of the porn business and had her own studio, either of which should have been enough to get Ben to do a scene with her. After almost 10 years in the business her natural good looks coupled with rigorous exercise meant she looked better than most of the fake bimbo trash Ben used in his videos.

Ben on the other hand didn’t look like he had ever seen a gym. He was overweight and balding, no one seemed to know his real age but the rumor was that he was in his early fourties. In fact Donna couldn’t understand why he was so poplar as a male porn star as he didn’t have a particularly large penis either.

The only thing he seemed to have going for him was that he could get any woman he wanted to do a scene with him. He always had them agree to do things that they had never done before or even had sworn they would never do.

She needed to let off some steam and so she headed to her home gym, mounted the stationary bike and started to ride. Her strong and thin legs pumped the pedals hard even after 45 minutes of riding and the sweat clinging to her body. Her white t-shirt was plastered to her chest and while her modest b cups didn’t need any support, she still wore a sports bra for comfort.

Taking a towel to her forehead and brushing aside a few strands of her shoulder length brunette hair she took a drink from her water bottle and started to wind down her workout.

Stepping off her bike she walked towards the shower and caught her reflection in the mirror. Most porn stars were pretty much considered over the hill at her age but she still was one of the biggest stars there was. And she had done it her way, no plastic surgery, no fake hair or anything else. She hated all those fake starlets in the business that as they headed towards thirty had went straight to the plastic surgeons to get new breasts, lips and asses.

She had even started an advocacy group against plastic surgery in the porn business. There was no need to present an unrealistic physical image of women in porn. While she hadn’t been very successful in convincing anyone else of that, she could at least make sure the films she produced at her studio used all natural beauties like herself.

‘If you can’t keep up ladies, just get out of the game!’ she thought to herself. The other thing she was thinking about quite a bit lately was retirement. She had cut down the number of movies she was staring in to just a few in the last year. There was really just one thing standing between her and full retirement now and that was Ben. Once she had a scene with Ben complete she could retire and knowing she was the best bar none.

Perhaps a more direct approach was needed. The annual Adult Industry Charity Dinner was coming up in a few weeks and Ben would sure to be there. She’d attend this year as well and see if talking to Ben directly could persuade him.

Chapter 2

Ben had been avoiding her all night, oh nothing overt but he seemed to always have somewhere else to be when Donna joined the group he was in. He had just moved on for the fifth time and decided she would have to follow him this time or they would never get a chance to talk tonight.

“Hey Ben, can I talk to you for a minute?” Donna said as they walked away from the group which had been discussing the latest gossip in the industry.

“Ah, sure Donna, what’s up?”

“I was just wondering what it was going to take for me to convince you to join one of my movies?” she said matter of factly.

“Gee Donna, I’m a big fan of your movies and all but they just aren’t the kinds of movies I perform in.”

“What do you mean, you’re a porn star and I make pornos, what’s the big deal?” as they walked Donna had been steering them towards a back corner of the ballroom where they could have a small amount of privacy.

“Oh, that’s not what I meant at all. It’s just that there is acting in your films and I’m just not an actor. I’d be horrible. I prefer to do what I do best, just simple little gonzo flicks.”

She almost winced, there it was again, the same line he always used when turning her down. He wasn’t going to get off that easy in person.

“Oh don’t sell yourself short Ben, I’m sure you’d do well. That can’t be the only reason.”

They had arrived at the back of the hall and no one else was around.

“It’s just you and I, you can tell me the truth.”

Ben looked at her and seemed to look in to her soul for a moment before giving a slight sigh.

“Look, I know you’re not going to leave this alone, but you won’t like the answer either. So I’ll tell you the truth... I really just don’t like you. I don’t like what you stand for and I don’t like what you’ve tried to do to the industry with your foundation.”

She was shocked and didn’t know what to say or how to respond, still looking for a comeback Ben continued before she had a chance to respond.

“Don’t bother contacting me again, I won’t be doing one of your movies.” and with that he turned away and walked back to the party.

* * *

Donna couldn’t leave it alone. Ben had landed a blow right to her core and she was not going to let that stand. She had called in dozens of favours to get the rumor started, but once it had taken hold it had spread like wildfire.

Ben Bangher was gay.

Oh it was a lie to be certain but in the industry even the hint that a straight male porn star was gay would end a career. Regular guys didn’t want to watch porn with a gay guy as the lead. It led to uncomfortable questions in their minds and so they just didn’t buy it.

The rumor hadn’t gotten out of the industry yet, but it was only a matter of time and then he’d be done.

She was quite comfortable with what she had done, it was revenge for attacking her foundation and beliefs. What she wasn’t quite so comfortable with was the fact Ben had asked for a business meeting and was due to arrive at any moment.

Had he found out somehow she was behind the rumor? She didn’t think that was possible, she had used only people she could trust and they wouldn’t rat her out.

So what could he want?

Chapter 3

Donna watched as Ben walked in to her office, he looked calm and confident as usual.

“Hi Ben, how have you been?” she said with her best fake smile on. Standing from behind her desk she extended her hand.

“Quite well Donna, thanks for asking. You?” Ben said as he shook her hand and sat in a chair. Donna sat down as well, very few people noticed the fact that her chair was slightly higher than those in front of her desk, giving her a slightly elevated position.

“Oh, busy running the company these days. So what can I do for you Ben?”

“Well I’m sure you’ve heard the rumor running around about me being gay?”

“Terrible, just terrible. But I guess the industry just can’t help but gossip.” Donna had to hold back a smirk.

“Yes, I know that all too well. You see I’ve been trying to track down who started it and that’s why I’m here today.”

Donna’s uncomfortable feeling grew as Ben spoke, had something gone wrong? Had someone talked and pointed the finger at her?

“You see Donna, I know it was you who started the rumor so I’ve come today to see what you’re going to do about it.”

‘Impossible!’ Donna thought to herself, he couldn’t know it was her! She decided to try denial and see what he would do.

“Ben, I’m shocked you would make such an accusation! I think you should leave right now!”

“Oh Donna, I know you want to admit to it, just let it out and this will be easier.”

He was right of course, she wanted so much to gloat over him and have him beg her to undo it! She just couldn’t hold it in.

“You bet I started it, insulting my foundation and me like you did! Now you’ll be ruined!” she sat back in her chain, smugly enjoying the moment.

Ben just smiled and sat calmly in the chair across from her.

“You see that wasn’t so hard. Now simply pick up the phone and have your friends’ undo the damage and I’ll be on my way.”

“I’m not going to do that Ben, get the hell out of here before I call security!”

He remained seated, still smiling.

“Have it your way then...” she said as she picked up the phone to call for security. Strangely though she only got the receiver a few inches away from the phone before placing it back down.

“So I guess there’s something I should tell you Donna. You see I’m a bit more than just a porn star, did you ever wonder why I’m so popular or how I get women to do all those things in my scenes? I can control other people’s minds. Porn is just a fun, and profitable, distraction.”

The words struck her like a gale force wind, a thousand little things all fell in to place all at once. The look he had given her at the dinner, all those women who had done things in scenes with him. His fame even though he wasn’t a typical porn star.

“It only took a short conversation with some of your friends to find out who had started the rumor. Then just a quick adjustment sent them on their way to undo the damage. So I didn’t really need you to fix it anyway, I just wanted to see if you would.

But I really already knew the answer to that as soon as I walked in to the room. Normally I’d just adjust you to be a little nicer and be on my way, but I have to admit you surprised me. When I read your mind at the dinner I knew you were committed to getting a scene with me but I thought telling you the truth would put you off. I didn’t foresee such a vengeful reaction to it.”

Donna was sitting still and couldn’t move a muscle, she wanted to run screaming from the room. Ben’s power held her firmly in place and she didn’t like the sounds of where he was heading.

“So let me lay it out for you Donna, over the next couple of weeks you’re going to get completely out of the business. Both as an actress and as a studio head. Go to your lawyer this afternoon and give him power of attorney, instruct him to liquidate all of your business holdings as quickly as possible. Also have him shut down the foundation. I’m sure you have a manager here that can run the studio for you, promote them when you get back to the office.

When you get home tonight give me a call and I’ll drop by and we’ll discuss the next steps. Do you understand?”

Donna could feel her mind accepting Ben’s statements and she felt her head nod in agreement.

Chapter 4

Donna had just hung up the phone and knew Ben would be over shortly. She didn’t know how he had done it but he had changed her mind. He had simply pushed his thoughts in to her head and they had become her own.

Her lawyer had been startled when Donna had told him she wanted to sell the studio, but he had prepared the papers and they were signed right there and then. He literally choked when she told him to shut down the foundation.

When Donna had returned to the studio Julia had been surprised by the promotion and downright shocked when Donna had announced she was selling the business. Julia had been a trouper and taken it in stride right up until Donna had told her not to expect her to return to the office, ever.

The poor woman had had to take a seat and then Donna had walked out of her office for what she knew would be the last time.

Now she sat waiting for Ben to arrive knowing full well that this was only the beginning. That was perhaps the worst part of it. Selling the studio had always been part of the plan for her retirement. Shutting down the foundation was like ripping out her own heart but it had been floundering anyways. What was to come next would likely make those acts seem like taking a walk in the park.

She waited for hours until the doorbell finally rang. Opening the door revealed Ben’s smiling face to her and he simply walked in past her carrying a small duffle bag with him.

“All went well this afternoon I assume Donna?” Ben asked as they walked in to the living room.

“Yes.” was her simple response.

“Good, now let’s talk about some next steps shall we? First, why don’t you get undressed, take everything off including your shoes.”

Donna complied quickly, removing her stylish business attire to reveal her firm body. Ben wasn’t tall but without her high heels on her natural 5′4″ frame looked small before him.

“I see you’ve been keeping yourself in shape, that’s good. That will continue.”

The words drilled in to her mind like before.

Ben opened the bag and pulled out a handheld video camera. He then proceeded to get undressed himself and sat on the sofa.

“Now Donna, we’re going to do a quick little scene here, just a simple POV shoot. There are two rules for this scene, first there is no dialog. You can make any kind of noise you like but the only words you can use are; yes, me, fuck, deeper, harder, faster. The second rule is to always keep eye contact with the camera. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good, now get on all fours and when I say action, crawl over here and give me a blow job.”

Donna drop to the floor and when Ben called action stared directly at the red light of the camera.

* * *

Donna was watching the video of her POV scene with Ben, he had left her a copy and it was terrible. Mindless sex and degrading to boot. She watched herself repeat the same words over and over again between taking his cock deep in to her mouth, all the while her eyes were fixed on the camera.

She was watching it again because Ben had told her to. And not just to watch it, but masterbate to it as well. She had a dildo deep in her pussy as the video played and she knew it was getting close to the climax when Ben had given her a facial. That had been the worst part of the shoot, not the humiliation of the facial itself, but instead the massive orgasm she had had when his cum had hit her face.

Now with the dildo sliding in and out of her pussy she knew it would come again, both because she craved the feeling of the scene and the fact she was watching herself on video. Ben had been clear she would always orgasm whenever cum hit her body or whenever she saw a video of cum hitting her body.

As Ben’s seed hit her face in the video she gave one last push of the dildo and screamed out in ecstasy as the orgasm pulsed through her body.

Chapter 5

Ben’s instructions before he had left had been simple enough, he would return in exactly one week for another video shoot and she would prepare for it with a new look. She had spent the rest of the week getting ready, a day at the salon had changed her normally brunette hair in to a golden blonde. A second day at the nail salon had painted her toenails a flashy pink and added half an inch of fake plastic nails to her hands.

Finding the right makeup took several days and she had ended up going to half a dozen different stores to find the right colours for her. Well ‘right’ according to Ben at least. The pink lip gloss, off pink blush and pink and baby blue eye shadow was applied heavily.

The final day had been spent finding the right accessories. Large hoop earrings and several loose fitting bangles on each wrist with a crystal encrusted collar around her neck completed the cheap look he had told her to conform to.

Of course she was naked otherwise, waiting in the living room for Ben to arrive.

He didn’t even knock this time and just opened the door himself. Walking in to the living room Donna watched a smile cross his face.

“Well hello Donna, I see you’ve done well.”

“Thank you.” she replied as a slight shiver of pleasure moved through her body.

He pulled the camera out of his bag again and said “Ok, let’s not waste any time here. Tonight there are two rules again, the first, like last time is there is no dialog. The only words you can use are; yes, me, more, harder. The second rule is to always be smiling, no matter what is happening. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Donna replied.

“Good... and action!”

* * *

This week’s video was far worse as she had known it would be. Ben was taking her doggy style and slapping her ass red. Throughout it Donna was smiling and yelling out yes, more, harder as he did it.

In the video Ben was just about done smacking her ass so she knew it was getting close to over. She increased the speed of the dildo she was using to masterbate with.

In the video Ben reached out and grabbed Donna’s newly blond hair as he pulled out of her pussy. He pulled her face right up in front of his dick and started to smack her face with it. Donna’s image on screen smiled and responded with a ‘harder’ as she grabbed it and jerked him off.

The orgasm rocked her both on the video and in her bed as Ben’s cum hit her face.

Chapter 6

This week Ben had left her two business cards before he left, the first was to a tattoo and piercing parlor not too far from her house, the second was a plastic surgeon.

As she held the second card her hand trembled, those butchers were evil. She would not do it!

Instead she looked back at the first card and plugged the address in to her phone for directions. Donna had never liked tattoos and hoped Ben would not make her get too much ink.

* * *

“So are you looking to get some ink today?” the large bearded man behind the counter asked.

“No, just a couple of piercings actually.” she said surprising herself. The shop was immaculate and the walls were covered in artwork but Donna didn’t feel any desire for a tattoo. Ben apparently wanted her to remain ink free, for now at least.

“No problem, what are you looking to pierce then?”

“Oh, my tongue, belly button and clit.”

“Right this way then.” he said with a smile on his face.

* * *

By the third day the pain of the piercings had receded to being just an uncomfortable redness. With the tongue stud she was able to speak without too much of a lisp after some practice. The clit ring on the other hand still made it hard to walk. That was probably because she was still masterbating each night to the last video Ben had left.

She had made another appointment at the hair salon for tomorrow and didn’t know why. Her hair was in good shape and it hadn’t been long enough for the roots to show, but she had felt a need to do so. Getting in her car she pulled out of the drive way and her mind went on autopilot.

* * *

“So what were you looking to have done Donna?”

Donna, jolted out of her reprieve, realized she was in a doctor’s office.

“Oh well I was looking to get a breast augmentation and maybe something done with my lips.”

The words came out of her mouth before even realizing she was going to say them. In fact Donna didn’t even remember making the appointment or driving to it.

* * *

Ben walked in to the living room and Donna was standing there naked as usual. While at the salon she had gone several shades lighter. Her now light blonde hair had some extra volume in it due to the new hair spray she had purchased.

“So how are the new piercings?”

Donna replied by sticking her tongue out and spreading her legs.

“Very good, and the doctor’s appointment?”

“He said he can fit me in in two weeks.”

“Good. Now then, for tonight the rules are as follows; first the only words you can use are; baby, fuck, honey, your, sugar, slut, harder. The second rule is that you will be doing all the work, I’ll just be sitting back while you fuck me. And action!”

Chapter 7

It had been two weeks since Donna had come out of surgery, her now double D breasts sat high on her chest and were quite round. She had asked for them this way even though there were more natural looking options available.

Donna had been massaging them every day for hours at a time to ensure they remained soft. After the first week when the compression bandages had been removed she had even been using a dildo between them at night to practice getting titty fucked.

Her newly enhanced lips had been getting a workout as well since almost the first day. Like her new breasts, they were obviously fake but when she wrapped them around a dildo for the first time she knew they would provide Ben a lot of pleasure. The thought had sent a shiver of pleasure up her spine.

Even the first night after surgery she had masterbated to the last video they had made together. In it, like now, her hair was platinum blonde. She was giggling and smiling as Ben had taken her asshole for the first time. When he came in her ass, as always, a massive orgasm rocked her.

Tonight would be the first time in almost three weeks since Ben had fucked her and as good as masterbating to her videos was, it just couldn’t compare to the real thing.

When he walked in to the living room her nipples instantly hardened, her pussy moistened and she almost came just from the sight of him.

“Hello Donna, tonight you’re going to play the role of a lifetime! You are going to be a horny, big titted porn star, who just can’t say no.”

Donna’s mind rearranged itself, she WAS horny, she DID have big tits, she WAS a porn star so why would she want to say no?

“A cougar who knows that to compete with younger women in the industry she has had plastic surgery and is proud of it. A porn star that knows that in this business you have to do whatever it takes to stay on top and is happy to do exactly that.”

Donna’s mind raced to rearrange itself. She thought of all those porn stars she had looked down on in the past for getting work done and working in gonzo films just to make ends meet. Suddenly it all made sense to her, big fake tits made a woman sexier, lots of makeup hid any little imperfections that age brought and doing gonzo scenes meant guys didn’t have to wait through dialogue before they could jerk off to her getting fucked!

As Ben said action all Donna could think about was getting his cum on her big fake tits.

* * *

Donna was shooting another scene today, this time it was her first foursome. Three guys, one for each of her holes. She had recently signed an exclusive contract with Ben’s new studio and this was one of her first scenes. She seemed to recall it was her studio at one point but she knew that couldn’t be right as her old studio didn’t do this kind of porn.

Ben was directing her scene and all three cocks were pounding her hard as she lay on her side to give the men access. She used her left hand to kneed and pinch her nipples while her right hand was playing with her clit ring. As they worked themselves up to climax Donna could feel the pre-cum in her mouth and started sucking even harder using her tongue stud to pleasure the man. If she timed it right she’d get three orgasms from the scene instead of just one or two.

Her body rocked as the man in her mouth came down her throat causing her pussy to clench tightly around the second man. A few seconds later the second orgasm rocked her followed closely by the third caused by the man in her ass letting go of his load as well.

As she lay there sucking the first man’s rapidly deflating cock all she could think about was that if she was lucky, Ben would let her watch her scene in the editing room as he fucked her and she’d get to have four orgasms instead of just three.

END