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by Thesandman

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual, Reluctant, Group Sex, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Petting, Sex Toys, Squirting, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Big Breasts, .

Desc: Sex Story: A day in the life of an X-rated Movie director

5:15 a.m.

I heard the alarm going off for the second time. I rolled over in bed hitting the snooze alarm turning it off. It was 5:15 a.m. I could hear the shower running and smiled as I did so, my hand already reaching down to say good morning to my dick, which was all nice and hard just like it usually was when I woke up.

I wondered briefly as I fondled myself if this was one of those days when Susan was in a hurry to get to work. If she was, then fucking her in the shower was out of the question. Perhaps a hand or blowjob at least if she wasn't too rushed, though there was always Diane.

As I rolled out of bed, I heard the shower turn off. "There'd be no fucking this morning," I thought, she was in a hurry. By the time I stepped into the bathroom needing to pee, Susan was already leaning over towel drying her hair. Her sweet pink split winking at me as I came in, placing my prick at the opening I slipped the head in. One thing about Susan, she was always wet, but then ... she was constantly masturbating too. No doubt, she already had while in the shower as evidenced by how easy it was to slip inside her.

"Damn it Jack! You know I have an early shoot this morning!" She complained, though she remained hunched over now holding onto the toilet bowl. I speared her a couple of more times, then slipped out allowing her to stand.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself," I said grinning at her. She grinned back however staring at my hard cock.

"Wish I could stay," she said honestly. "But I can't show up to work with an already fucked cunt, I'm working with Guy this morning, and you know how he is!"

Guy was indeed a Premadonna with a ten inch dick, and he had a homophobia about other men, which is why he only worked alone, though usually with a bevy of beauties servicing him. Susan was one of them for the schedule shoot. "He'll never know," I told her as I stood to pee lifting the lid, hearing the stream of piss pleasurably splashing as I spoke.

"Yes he would," she said as she glanced over brushing her hair. "He can smell another man's cum from a mile away. I'd end up getting sent home for a violation of agreement, and I'd miss out on a good-sized paycheck for just a couple of hour's worth of work."

"You don't need the money," I told her for about the umpteenth time.

"I know, you take good care of me, but I'm saving it for the future too you know, maybe one day you'll get bored with me and toss me off to the side. So then what? I still have to look out for myself you know, even if you are damn fucking good to me!"

She did have a point.

Susan finished brushing her long blonde hair before drying it, walked over and stepped around behind me as I stood shaking my dick off. She took over for me at that point. I felt the press of her large full breasts against my back, her hard little nipples suddenly growing as she began stroking me as we stood there.

"I've got maybe five extra minutes, long enough?" She asked.

I was horny, so it would be, though in hindsight I probably should have saved it for Diane. She'd be disappointed, though I certainly wouldn't be. But at the moment, it was all about Susan's hand as she stood stroking my cock, moments later watching my spunk as it shot down into the toilet bowl.

"Nice cum!" she said washing her hands at the sink, making me wonder if Guy really did have a nose for another man's cream after all. She then began blow-drying her hair as I turned heading back into the bedroom to dress. Once again I glanced at the beside clock, it was time to dress and head off to work myself, though I now planned for another stop along the way.

I walked over to the refrigerator, reached inside and grabbed a small covered container, pocketing it, and then walked out the door.

5:45 a.m.

I pulled into the local nearby Starbucks for my morning cup of coffee. Diane took my order. I pulled out and drove over to my spot parking the car. A few minutes later I saw Diane coming out with my coffee, she came around to the passenger side opened the door and slipped in. There was no problem with her doing this. I knew the owner of the franchise. Occasionally Bob would come by the studio if we were shooting something indoors. I'd allow him to sit in and watch, sometimes get one of the girls to give him a blowjob. It was a small price to pay for free coffee anytime I wanted it. That, and not having anyone give me, or Diane any guff when she came out to bring it to me either.

She sat my Mocha Late' Grande in the cup holder and turned to face me with her back against the door after first spreading out the folded towel I had placed there for her on the seat. With dark tinted windows in my Mercedes, no one could see anything going on as she unzipped the upper half of the uniform she was wearing. I liked this particular outfit for several reasons, it was quick and easy. Once she'd opened the top, showing me as usual that she wasn't wearing a bra, she then pulled the lower half of the outfit up, bunching it around her waist. She wasn't wearing any panties either.

Diane's kink, or fetish, whatever you wanted to call it, was having people watch her masturbate, men or women, didn't really matter. She had even hit me up for a job a few months ago, which is how we met. I was basically waiting for her to turn twenty-one before I did. Though eighteen was legal age, I had made it a personal policy that I didn't hire, or work with anyone who wasn't twenty-one. There had been too many problems, and a lot of hassles with girls claiming to be eighteen who really weren't, and I was tired of dealing with it. I could have gotten her another job with another studio, but she didn't want that. She wanted to come work for me. So until she did turn twenty-one in a few months she worked here instead as she put herself through school.

At the moment however, I was content to sit there drinking my coffee, watching as her hand began working her bare pink split. She had incredible labia; they were so stretchy that she could literally fold them around a man's cock. She'd done that several times to mine, jerking me off with them as she did so. I already had a few ideas in mind for that when she did come to work for me, but for now...

"How much time do we have this morning?" she asked.

6:10 a.m.

"Not as long as I'd like unfortunately," I said glancing at my watch. We've got a shoot scheduled at 8:00, and I have a few things to go over at the site before we do that."

"Hot cum or cold cum?" she then asked.

For once I was glad I was pressed for time. Easier to use that as an excuse, rather than admit I had wasted a nice load of cum, spilling it in the toilet bowl at home instead. I reached into my pocket retrieving the container with last night's cum in it and handed it to her.

She looked disappointed, as I knew she would be, but took it from me, popping the lid. That was the second part about Diane's fetish. She would only masturbate while doing so with someone's cum, though there were always plenty of volunteers about to help her with that whenever she performed for someone. I watched, sipping my Mocha as she poured the contents of my semen onto her cunt and began working it into her lips, teasing her clit with the slick sticky mess.

Yeah I know ... it was pretty weird, but I liked it, as did a lot of people. And once again, it would set her apart from many of the other girls on set when she actually began working for me. She'd even chosen a name for herself, "Lady Labia". It was catchy, I'll give her that, but we'd have to work on that one a little and see if we could come up with something for her to really go by. At the moment however, the last thing I had on my mind was her name. I was too busy enjoying watching her work her cunt, using last night's spunk on herself while doing so.

I felt my cock stiffen, sitting the coffee back in its holder. I unzipped my fly, seeing the surprised expression on Diane's face. "I can be a little late," I told her. "I am the boss ... after all."

She enjoyed watching me too, which is what we usually did especially as cramped as the car actually was. It was rare that we ever did anything more than that, unless we had the time to do so, which we usually didn't. I didn't mind it however, nor did she. Like I said, she preferred simply masturbating as long as she could do so with a fresh supply of slippery sperm to do it with.

"You already cum this morning?" she asked.

"Yeah, I did," I freely admitted. I wasn't about to lie to her either, no point in it. And besides, I never failed to at least give her a saved up jar of it if I had just in case I didn't have time for it, or had already done so like this morning. I sat jerking my cock as she watched, as I watched her.

"Enough for my tits?" she then asked.

She enjoyed the feel of that too, provided of course she had more than enough for her cunt, which she did.

"Dunno, maybe," I said not really thinking I would even by now. "You tell me when then," she offered. Even if I couldn't hit her from where I sat, even leaning forward a little when I did, I knew she'd be there to catch it, and apply it to herself if she had to.

She was already starting to hum, which was another peculiar little signal of hers that she was almost there. Not sure how that would go over in a movie, but we could work around that if we had to. At least she didn't keep humming when she came. She mostly screamed after that when she did. As she began doing now, just as I felt my second sweet spurt of the morning begin racing up the length of my shaft. I leaned forward, her eyes glued to my dick, her hands coming out to catch whatever shot out, especially if it wasn't forceful enough to actually make it to her breasts. It wasn't. I mean it felt good, but it looked more like the bubbly stuff that floated around inside one of those lava lamps as it spilled out, oozing down the side of my dick rather than shooting anywhere. She didn't seem to mind though, quickly cupping her hands around my prick, swiping upwards as she did so, gathering as much of it as she could before applying it to her tits.

Diane really did have great tits. She had dark, almost chocolate looking nipples that were also large, part of her exotic Spanish heritage I suppose, that and her long dark hair. She didn't have overly large tits either, though certainly moldable enough for some good old fashioned titty-fucking, which she also enjoyed. Provided of course you had plenty of spunk to cream on them, otherwise, she wouldn't let you.

Luckily, there was just enough to give them both a reasonably good coating as she rubbed it in.

"Tomorrow?" she then asked, already reaching for the moist towelett's I kept in the service tray.

"Imagine so," I said zipping up. "But I gotta run now."

Diane finished cleaning off her hands, even giving her face a quick brief wipe though nothing else as she then straightened and zipped up her uniform. She stepped out of the car, blowing me a kiss before heading back inside. I pulled out of the lot, heading for work and for several morning appointments. It was...

6:35a.m.

I parked the car in my reserved spot and entered the building. We were currently in the process of shooting a few, what we called dream or memory scenes. A collage of quick brief images of several girls we'd be using for "Pussy Passion", the movie we were currently working on.

Andrea, my production assistant was waiting for me with a stack of folders as I came in. "How many?" I asked taking them from her. I really liked Andrea, she was something special, as was the way she looked and managed herself. She had short, bright white hair that she could quickly style in any number of ways. Depending upon her mood, she could look wickedly evil, or extremely sensual, even naïve if she had to, which wasn't very often. Only when it gave her an edge did she ever appear to look that way.

"Twenty three," she answered walking with me down the short hallway to my office. "Twenty four including myself, thought it would at least be fun to have my own cunt in the movie, even if no one else knows that it is," she added smiling.

I smiled at that, Andrea really did have a sweet tasting cunt. "You sure you don't want a speaking part? Even a small one?" I asked.

"No thanks, I'm no actor," she told me for about the hundredth time. "But I don't mind being used as a stand in, or an extra from time to time, unless the perfect part should come, then maybe I'll consider it." I had one in mind actually, but now was not the time to discuss it. "Anyway, they're all here, waiting in the green room."

Don't know why we actually called it that, the room wasn't green. The walls were painted a dark deep red, we'd actually learned that that particular color helped to settle any jitters or nerves any one might have while waiting there.

"Ok, have them all get naked, I'm only needing around ten or twelve, besides yourself," I quickly added. "I'm going to be looking for specifics, something that sort of stands out, so tell them that. I'll be in to have a look at them in about ten, so make sure they're ready and waiting for me, don't have any time to waste this morning on shy insecure women."

Ten minutes later I walked into the green room, glad to see everyone was indeed naked.

"Ok girls, listen up, I've got a busy day ahead of me, so we don't have a lot of time to be wasting here. So, what I need you all to do is form a circle around me, bend over and grab your ankles, so let's hope you can all do that." They could, and did.

Andrea stood next to the door holding a clipboard. I slowly turned on the ball of my feet taking a close look at the enticing splits that greeted my eyes. I was tempted to be sure, might have even been fun and interesting, for a future party perhaps. But for now ... it was all about work.

"You ... you, and you." I said tapping their asses as I walked by, taking a quick second look before having made my decision. "You three are my bendovers," I informed them. "Give your names to Andrea as you leave. She'll also give you a release form to fill out along with a set of directions as to where you need to be and when you need to be there. My advice is ... be early."

As the three left, each one with smiles on their faces, I turned to the rest. "Ok, now ... we're going to need at least four sitting down wide-spreads. So ... let's take two of you at a time and have you sit down on the couch over there." Andrea and I both stood together examining the cunts of the women as they sat down on the couch.

"Ok, let's see you really spread em' "I said. "That's it ... legs wide apart, let's see some hot looking pussy, even better if you can moisten them up a little," I told them, though that wasn't really necessary. Even Andrea hid a smile behind her hand as the girls all began fingering themselves. She knew I was just getting off on watching them do that.

We picked four more, adding a fifth just in case, though she'd still be paid even if we didn't use her. After giving them each the same instructions as we'd given the first three, they too were excused.

"OK, now I need five really hard clit close up girls. And I mean hard clits ladies. And I need them to be somewhat larger than normal. So if you've got a teeny-weenie one, don't even bother showing me. I wasn't surprised when none of them refrained from doing so, even if they did.

We had soon chosen the five, which were easy to do just for that very reason. "Ok, and now last but not least. I need one of you, and only one mind you, who doesn't mind having her cunt licked by another woman. And that woman in fact being Andrea here. So ... I'm going to let her be the one to pick the last girl, since that's whose pussy she's going to be licking in the movie. So if any of you aren't into that, you might as well leave now.

Once again, no one did.

"Ok, Andrea? I'll leave the final selection up to you then, since you'll obviously be the one actually licking her cunt, which you might want to do now as part of the selection process." Once again Andrea was smiling, but this part of it was actually work, and not my own pleasured idea.

Nervously the girls once again rearranged themselves on the couch as well as the chairs. Not so much for actually having their cunts licked while everyone else watched, hell ... they'd better get used to that anyway. But more so because this was the last pick of the day and the last opportunity most of them might have or be given for a while.

Andrea began circulating, I watched as she knelt between each woman's legs, giving the girl's cunt a quick brief lick as though savoring her taste and flavor, licking again before moving on. Though it was interesting to see her as she took a swallow from bottled water, swishing her mouth, and then spitting that out into a pitcher that she carried along with her as she moved from girl to girl.

"I dunno Jack, I think it's between these two," she told me. "Tell me what you think."

This time, it was for fun ... for me personally, which I knew Andrea had set up and was doing. She'd already made her choice, but it would be interesting to see if I could pick out the same girl she had.

I licked them both, though I pretended to struggle with the choice, finally picking the one that I thought Andrea had. She was indeed sweet tasting, though perhaps not quite as sweet as Andrea was, or even Susan for that matter. But I was fairly certain she was the one. I received a very brief nod of Andrea's head as I stood up. I was right.

"This one," I exclaimed.

"Yes, I agree," Andrea confirmed, quickly writing down the woman's name.

"Michelle," she said giving it to her.

"Michelle?" I now addressed her directly having heard it.

"Yes?"

"Let me make a suggestion. You're sweet, but ... you could even be sweeter. Quit wearing panties."

"Really?"

"Yes, really." It was pure bullshit, once again garnering a brief smirk from Andrea as she turned and dismissed everyone else. But at least there might be one more woman running around town without any panties on, so I felt I'd at least accomplished that much anyway.

It was now...

7:15 a.m.

"I need to leave here by seven-thirty," I told Andrea as she finished up. "In order to be at the outdoor set where we're shooting today by eight, so come see me when you're done getting the information and the forms from the girls. I need you to do something."

Andrea gave me a knowing smile. She knew what it was that I needed her to do, and she would come into my office prepared for it.

The phone on my desk began to ring just as Andrea came in. She quickly walked over to my desk picking it up as she situated herself on the edge of it facing towards me.

"Jack Anderson Productions, Andrea speaking, may I help you?" she asked.

She had already bunched up her short skirt, her bare pussy smiling at me as she did so. I leaned forward in my chair, running my tongue up that sweet split of hers as she spoke.

"No ... I'm sorry, Jack's busy at the moment, can I take a message?"

I sucked in her clit, feeling her stiffen a little as she gasped slightly.

"I'm sorry ... what was that again? Oh yes ... no, he won't be, he's on his way out to the site now. After that he has a lunch meeting he needs to be to, so he won't be able to return your call until sometime after that. Yes ... yes, I'll be sure to get him the message. Thank you."

"Who was it?" I asked still licking her split.

"Not that important," she informed me. "Make me cum first, and then I'll tell you."

I licked her a bit more until I could tell she was more than ready. One nice thing about Andrea, she could cum almost as fast as any man could, not that that was a virtue or anything, but sometimes it was handy too.

"Sorry ... wish we had more time," I said standing up. "But we've got a busy day ahead of us."

I fished out my rock hard prick placing it at the soft wet entry of her cunt and slid in. As I did, Andrea removed her top along with the bra she was actually wearing. She knew how much I enjoyed looking at, and fondling her tits as we fucked, which I now began doing.

"So ... who was it?"

"Bill Thompson, he's the agent that has that new young Starlet he keeps bragging about? Only that he hasn't been able to land her anything as lucrative as he's promised her? Anyway ... he wondered if you might have anything coming up you could use her in. He's starting to sound desperate."

I laughed at that. No doubt he was. Odds were that if he didn't find something for her soon, she'd cut him off, not to mention go looking for another agent. I had heard she was a fairly decent looker too however, so that wasn't the problem. The problem was, could she actually act?

"After I leave, call him back and set something up for this evening, preferably around dinner time. I don't really have any plans, and Susan's going to be out of town for a couple of days herself."

"Need a dinner date?"

"Only if you don't mind fucking Bill later," I told her, or joining the two of us maybe, that might be fun, just not sure we'd be able to dump Bill very easily after dinner is all."

"You let me worry about that, just tell me where and when you'd like reservations, I'll set something up."

"What would I ever do without you?" I then said, now slamming into her hot juicy cunt even more forcefully than I had been.

Andrea cupped her own breasts, pinching her nipples as she came. Her response would have to wait. That, and I'd also need a change of clothes after this, but I didn't mind having to do that either. I kept a second wardrobe here in the small little suite where I sometimes slept if I was too tired to make the drive home at night.

I shot my own load inside her, backing out and then zipping up. Yep, I'd need a new shirt and a pair of pants before I went anywhere. "Fuck, call me on my car phone, let me know when you've got it all arranged," I told her, leaving her to lie back still collecting herself, though I wish to hell I'd had a camera. The image of all that white fuck butter oozing out of her cunt would have made a great photo cover for one of our cream pie movies.

I decided it was too good to waste in fact. "Stay there don't move!" I picked up the phone and used the intercom speaking to Stacy our receptionist.

"Yes Mr. Anderson?" she asked professionally.

"Call me Jack, unless someone's actually in the waiting room," I told her.

"Yes Jack," she answered and I could hear the smile in her tone of voice. "What can I get, or do for you?"

"Find Curtis for me, tell him to grab his 35mm camera, and come to my office. I won't be here, but Andrea will be. He'll know what I want from him when he sees her."

"Yes Jack, right away," she said hanging up.

"Sweet girl."

"Yes she is," Andrea responded. "Two bad she's not twenty one huh Jack?"

"Yeah, I could use her that's for sure. But just because she isn't, doesn't mean she doesn't enjoy fooling around, bet you've sampled that yourself already haven't you?"

Andrea merely smiled, teasing me without answering. "You'd better get moving or you're really going to be late!"

She was right, I was running late now and I still needed to change. It was,

7:35 a.m.

I was half way to the location when Andrea got me on the car phone. "Yeah babe? What's up?"

"Reservations are for six-thirty, Maxims," she said hearing the smile as she said it.

"Fuck babe, you must have given the Maitradee' a blowjob a time or two to get us in there!" I told her.

"Nah, he's actually gay ... but so's his sister," she laughed.

"Work's for me," I grinned back into the phone. "So ... what else?"

"Larry called too. Though I told him you were already on your way there. He said the guy that we're renting the place from for the day wants to hang around and watch. Wanted to know if that was ok, or what he should tell him."

"What are we paying him for the three hours we're scheduled to be there?" I asked.

"A thousand."

"Ok, that's not too bad. Call Larry, tell him the guy can stay, provided he stays out of the way and doesn't cause us to run overtime. If he does, or even if we do while he's there, we're not paying him anymore than we've agreed to. In fact, if we do run over we'll deduct rental fees from him if he's the cause for any delays. Tell him that when you call him back."

I heard Andrea laugh.

"What?"

"I already did. Figured that's what you'd tell me to tell him," she told me.

Then I laughed. "You think you're pretty smart don't you?"

"That's what you pay me for sweetie, see you a bit later then." And with that, she hung up the phone.

It was ten after eight when I pulled into the driveway at the home we'd be using. It had a magnificent overlook of the valley below, along with an enormous swimming pool. But besides the obvious layout, which was perfect, situated as it was, it also gave us a lot of privacy, which was even more important. There'd be a lot of naked people running around today, and I wasn't about to have any unnecessary prying eyes looking in on us.

Besides the fact that I didn't hire or use any actors under the age of twenty one, the other thing I did a lot differently than any other studio, was also insist that everyone involved be naked. That included the production crew, cameras, makeup, you name it. The reason I had always insisted on that was, I had found that with everyone being naked, that even the actors themselves, especially the new ones, felt less inhibited, and far less shy about fucking on camera. Not to mention the fact, it also seemed to heighten everyone's mood and arousal level. I always got a kick out of seeing one of the lighting or camera guys with a woody. It was a good indication to me that the scene had gone well if it was exciting enough to arouse those guys.

"Everyone here yet?" I asked as Larry came walking up towards me. He was already naked,

"Yeah, they are ... just waiting on you."

"What about the owner? He sticking around to watch?"

"Yeah, he is, though he's agreed to keep and stay out of the way, especially after I told him he'd have to be naked too if he decided to hang around."

"Ok, let's get everyone together then and get this done. The rest of the girls should be showing up for the dream shorts we'll be shooting after this, so I don't want to keep them all waiting either!" Larry then led me into the house where I could change and get comfy naked, plus have a brief quick chat with my two Stars before we began rolling. It was now already twenty after eight and we were slightly behind schedule.

The moment Misty, my female star saw me, she came walking over towards me. "Oh yeah, forgot to mention it to you, but Misty's a bit miffed, some sort of problem with her co-star."

"What else is new?" I said shaking my head, though smiling as she approached me, even though she wasn't.

"What's wrong?"

I liked Misty, I particularly liked the way she fucked, especially on camera. She had great natural tits that I loved to see swinging on film, especially while she got pounded from behind. In addition to that, she was also a squirter to, and did so every time she came, which was frequently and copious. And she also gave pretty good head.

She was naked, though she was wearing a silk pink robe around herself even though it wasn't done up. Just enough to make her look good enough to eat, which I was in fact considering, until I saw the frown on her face.

"Brad!" She said simply which in her way of thinking explained everything.

"What about him?"

"He says he wants to do my face for the money shot, claims it's his trademark and that he always does that. You know I don't care for it, and that's one of the reasons I agreed to do this movie anyway, no facials! Not for me anyway."

"It's not in the script," I reminded her. "And certainly not for this scene, or the movie really. It's not facial passion, its pussy passion!" I was getting agitated now myself, already seeing delay written all over this one. "Don't worry ... I'll talk to him," I told her, only then seeing the smile return to her face as I told her that.

She stepped towards me, and I reached down easily locating her slit. She was moist, which was a good sign at least as I stood fingering her for a moment or two. I then fed her my fingers as she licked her own juices off of them. "Now, be a good girl for me and go finish getting ready for the scene. I'll go talk to Brad and get this straightened out."

I decided to keep my clothes on long enough to talk to him. When he saw me still dressed, he'd know I was all business and not about to take any guff from him before we shot the scene.

"Brad? A moment please?"

One of the new script girls was giving him head at the moment. She had cute looking tits, and I decided I wanted her to stand next to me as we filmed. If anything went wrong, at least I'd have something worthwhile to look at if it did.

"Yeah?" He said somewhat sheepishly as he approached. He obviously knew Misty would have come looking for me the moment I'd arrived.

"No facial shot, not with Misty anyway," I informed him. "It's not even in the script for this one Brad, but you already know that."

"Yeah ... but it's my..."

"Yeah, I know, trademark. But not THIS time it isn't. You wanna come on someone's face, then come on Julies. She's up for that, though you can pay her the extra three hundred out of your own pocket to her if she does. But the scene doesn't call for it, and you're not going to do it. You're going to cum ON her cunt, not in it ... not on her tits, nor anywhere else, and certainly not on her face. Now ... do we understand one another? Or do we need to call it a day here while I look for another actor?"

I was sort of bluffing, but I wasn't either. An extra day would cost me a small fortune. But it would also end Brad's ever working for me again too. And I had given him a number of jobs, which had all earned him a great deal of money.

"Ok, ok. I got it. It's just that she's never let anyone ever squirt her face before, yet she squirts every guy's face she's ever been with. Just sort of think that's a little unfair is all."

"Maybe that's HER trademark? Either way, you two work out who squirts on who later, after all this is done and put in the can. But until then ... follow the script and no more arguments between the two of you until then. I can't afford it."

I finally undressed and got naked, taking my seat next to the camera and monitor. "Where's the girl?" I asked.

"Here!" she said stepping around from behind me. "Right here Mr. Anderson."

"Jack, call me Jack. Now, stand beside me so I can see those cute tits of yours from time to time, and let's get this movie going here! Everyone ready on set?" I then asked.

It was now 9:10 a.m.

Tina as I came to learn the young woman's name was the script girl. "It's your job to make sure they follow the script. Now, the dialogue, though there's very little of it obviously, doesn't need to be exact, just as long as it works and follows the story line close enough. But what you do need to tell me, if they deviate too far from it, is the actual action taking place. If they do ... alert me and I'll say cut. Got it?"

Tina shook her head yes.

"Very good. And it's also ok if you sit down next to me while you do that. I promise I won't bite, though I may maul your cute tits a little, how's that sound?"

She giggled at that, so I assumed that was an affirmative answer as well.

Larry stood waiting with the board as everyone took their places. "Scene ninety-three, take one!"

"Action!"

The camera panned as Brad carried Misty out towards the pool area. There was a nice wide comfortable air mattress that was situated next to it, all he had to do was carry her over, let her down, and then the two of them would slide onto it and start messing around. Brad stepped on the corner of it before doing so, popping it up, and then tripping him as he lost his balance. Two seconds after that, the two of them tumbled into the pool together instead.

"Cut!" I said shaking my head in exasperation. " Fuck! There goes the day."

As the two so called Stars stood in the middle of the pool screaming at one another, I told Tina to follow me as I headed towards Larry.

"As soon as those two are finished throwing water on one another, tell them to head to makeup, get dried, and get back on set as soon as it's physically possible. Meanwhile, I'm going to find a nice quiet corner someplace where I can work out my frustrations, and go over the script to see if we can change anything. Like the fucking air mattress for one. Secondly, as soon as Andrea arrives, find me ... or better yet, tell her to do so. Maybe we can at least shoot the memory scenes and get those out of the way while we're waiting for those two, to dry off and collect themselves. Maybe we can salvage some of the days shoot anyway. Oh ... and find out from our naked bald fat friend over there what it's going to cost us if we have to come back here tomorrow." I then turned back towards Tina.

"Come on honey, you and I have a couple of things to discuss, and some stress relief to attend to."

Once again, she was smiling. And after everything that had just happened, I found myself smiling too.

9:35 a.m.

It was early yet, but as we passed by the bar I stopped long enough to pour myself a scotch. I felt like I needed one. "Want anything?"

"Ah, no thanks," Tina said as she stood holding the clipboard she'd been carrying against her perky little breasts.

I found Fat Man's office and walked in, closing the door. I thought about locking it, but then remembered than Andrea would no doubt coming looking for me after Larry met her. And even if the Fat guy came in to use his room, I'd toss him a hundred bucks for the use of it if I had to.

"Ever thought about acting?"

I sat down on his private couch, motioning for Tina to join me, which she did.

"No, not really, I'm not pretty enough," she said. "Not like those other women, especially not as pretty as Misty May."

Which was true in a way, though there was something about Tina that I did find particularly appealing for one reason or another, and it wasn't just because she really did have cute perky tits either. "Well, I think you could be..." I began. "In fact, I'm working on an idea for another movie now in fact, this one with totally new people which is the way I'd prefer it, a lot of newcomers and unknowns starring in it. I want it to be a typical "girl next door" sort of movie, so no real glamour, just lots of innocence and sex ... first time sort of stuff. Sound interesting?"

"Yes, it does!" she said sitting up straighter. "Really? You'd consider using me?"

"Sure, but you know of course, that I would first need to find out how well you can act, but even more importantly, how enthusiastic you can perform too. Think you can do that?"

"Sure! When?"

God I loved my job. "How about we do some of that right here and now then?" I suggested. "I'll lay the scene out for you, give you a chance to think about it, and then we'll try it ... ok?"

Tina nodded her head yes. I took a quick glance about the room. I was winging it of course, but I think I had enough to work with, at least enough to convince her that I really was working on a new movie. And hell, who knows, maybe I really was for all I knew. Looking over towards the freestanding row of bookcases, it came to me.

"Here's the scene. Once maybe twice a week you come over to help Mr. Roberts do a little light housecleaning. You're not a maid or anything like that, like I said, you're the girl next door just trying to earn a little extra money in order to put herself through school." I could see she was getting into this by the faraway look in her eyes as she sat there. "You've been dusting off the bookcase when you notice a manila file folder which looks out of place, stuck between a couple of books as though shoved in between them in a hurry. Curious, though it's also your intent to straighten it, you pull it out. As you do, it drops spilling out some of the contents. You notice they're photos, and as you kneel down picking them up, you also realize they're photos of you!"

Tina was nodding her head, seeing it in her mind's eye as I laid it out for her. But as I continued, I now reached over giving one of her nipples a soft lingering little caress, watching as well as feeling it stiffen as I did so.

"At first you're shocked, angry that he's been taking photos of you through the window. That is, until you find one of yourself lying in bed masturbating. The memory of that takes you back and you remember that you were secretly thinking of him while you were doing that. It's at that moment Mr. Roberts walks into the room, discovers that you've accidentally found his private photos of you. He sits you down on the couch trying to explain, though it's obvious he can't. That's when you decide to surprise him. So ... there's the scene, now that you're in character ... you are aren't you?" I asked seeing her pause briefly thinking about it and then nodding her head yes. "Good. Now, let's see you act, I'm obviously Mr., Roberts, so let's take it from there."

"But we're already naked," she said seeming somewhat perplexed by that. I quit flipping her nipple as that also seemed to be distracting her.

"Well, we'll just pretend for the moment that we're not. Whatever we do for the next few moments, we're doing to one another as though we had clothes on." She seemed to accept that. "So ready?" She again nodded her head. "Ok then ... action!"

"Mr. Roberts! Why were you taking photos of me?"

"Call me Jack," I said thinking that it might be easier for her to actually use my real name. "And the reason I did, was because I accidentally saw you through your open window one night. I saw you masturbating ... Darlene," I paused just grabbing at a name.

"Can I be Samantha?"

"I saw you masturbating, Samantha, and I couldn't help myself, you looked so beautiful laying there touching yourself, and I had to. I just had to. I had to capture that moment so I could come in here and relive it over and over again."

"You came in here to look at me and..."

"Jerk off? Yes! And I've jerked off, rubbed my prick, stroked my dick, thinking about you, wanting you, wondering what it would be like to actually fuck you," I said getting into it, feeling my cock rising as we sat there. "Go ahead ... Dar ... um, Samantha, see how hard I'm getting now just seeing you sitting here, unzip me."

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