Chapter 1

Adam Walters studied the scene in front of him with revulsion. He knew the reasons why he was here but it didn't make it much easier.

In fact, the entire experience had made him queasy.

The young woman was cute. She fell short of beautiful but she was cute. There was a blush of embarrassment on her cheeks but a look of determination in her eyes.

The man with her was tattooed and greasy looking. He didn't walk; he swaggered. Adam had caught a snippet of conversation from the man. He wasn't overly bright and he didn't appear to be overly successful. Adam didn't even consider him particularly handsome. He really couldn't figure out why the man seemed so arrogant.

The woman gamely removed what little clothing she wore – a tank top and a mini skirt – and sat on the couch as the director spoke to her and asked questions while camera rolled. The man sauntered over to talk to another person in the room, a female who also was tattooed and greasy looking.

All too soon for Adam's tastes, the action started. The man walked to the couch and smiled snidely at the girl sitting there. The girl didn't appear capable of returning the smile but she tried.

In only seconds the man was undressed, too. Adam felt his breakfast tumbling in his stomach as the young woman gagged when the man forced his cock into her throat. He held her by the back of the head until tears streamed down the woman's face.

With only a bit of prompting, the girl turned around and presented her backside for inspection. The man slipped his cock into her pussy without a moment's preparation and started pounding away. With a smirk, he shoved his thumb into her asshole and left it there despite her protests.

"I said no anal," the girl hissed.

"I ain't fucking you there," the man sneered. He pulled his finger out her ass and soundly slapped her cheeks hard. Two angry handprints appeared seconds later.

It continued in that vein for several minutes. The man pounded into the woman. He slapped her face with his cock. He slapped her ass with her hand. He called her "a dirty little cunt" and "a filthy fucking whore." He pulled her hair and twisted her nipples.

Then he told her to get on her knees. He ejaculated on her face and hair when she complied and then stuffed his cock back in her mouth for cleaning.

"Welcome to the Jizz Bizz, baby," the man sneered as he sauntered away. The girl just sat there on her knees, wiping ropy strands of cum from her eyes and her face. Adam hazarded a glance at the others in the room. No one stepped forward so he grabbed a towel and handed it to her.

She didn't smile or thank him. She just stared at him.

It was Adam's turn next. It seemed like a good idea when his roommate's girlfriend spied what he carried in his pants. Lord knew he needed the money. The initial call seemed harmless enough and he sat through a rudimentary interview that consisted mostly of displaying his hardware.

There had been a man and woman in the room with him at the interview. Both had been impressed with his equipment.

"Nice one," the mousy brunette had offered. "Bet you're good for two or three times before it goes soft."

"Usually," Adam had replied with embarrassment.

"I need to see it hard," the man had said. "You gonna have any problem getting it up?"

"Not usually," Adam had answered. "But I've never had a camera in front of me, either."

"I can fluff," the woman had offered.

The man had shot her a glare.

"Get one of the wannabes out there to come in," he had said. "They can give him a show and see if it works. Otherwise, one of them can blow him."

The woman had shrugged and left.

"My girlfriend," the man had offered unasked. "You probably heard of her. She was in the Business for a while: Judy Jackem. She kept the name even though it isn't her real one."

Adam had simply shaken his head. He had little use for pornography. Until he had come to Southern California for college, his sexual needs had been attended to by a series of girlfriends, even though making time for a girl back then was difficult. During his first year at USC, he had little trouble getting laid. He was handsome enough and he was polite. He also knew what to do with the package God had given him. Plus he had no access to the internet on his family's farm in Missouri.

"Well, she was never a star," the man had told him. "We got hooked up last year and she dropped out of the game. We started this web site and moved on. Well, I thought we moved on. She took one look at your dangler and I think she wanted to go back."

Adam had stood mutely. His shyness was sometimes taken as arrogance. But mostly he rarely knew what to say. This had been one of those times. He had been rescued from conversation by the return of Judy Jackem and a blonde woman he had seen in the waiting area.

"She is anxious to show her talents," Judy had announced. The blonde's head had bobbed when she had witnessed Adam standing in his short robe.

"So, you want me to dance or you want me to fuck?" she had asked. She had an accent from somewhere in the South.

"Dance for now," the man had answered. "Then maybe blow him for a minute to get him hard. This is his audition. Yours will be in a while."

The girl had nodded and Adam had been left to only guess what an audition for a woman would be like. But she had been attractive enough. Music had come from somewhere in the office and the woman had started to dance. It had been evident to Adam that she was an experienced stripper. He had seen a few movies with strip club scenes.

The woman had undulated and teased. She had run her hands over his torso and untied his robe. She had gasped when she saw his cock and unconsciously licked her lips.

"You part black?" she had asked breathily. The fact Adam was blonde and fair skinned had seemed lost on her.

"No," he had replied. "At least I don't think so."

"Joking, baby," the woman had said as she ground her hips across his pelvis. She had lifted her top when she turned back to him. She had danced in only a tight pair of shorts and high heels. Her breasts had shown the scars of augmentation and they looked much better in clothing than out of them. He had felt his interest flag when he had seen the large tattoo adorning her back.

The girl had been what his mother would have called "trailer park." But she had moved well. When she had lowered the shorts and took her panties with them, Adam couldn't help but be aroused. His prick had been half hard and it lengthened more.

The woman had put her face against it and gave it a lick.

"Go ahead while you're down there," Judy had said. "Let's see how big it gets."

The woman hadn't answer but took the first inch or two into her mouth and started to stroke Adam's cock. It had been obvious that this was not her first blowjob. Before long, his cock had reached full hardness.

"That's enough," the man had said. "Let's see what we have to work with."

The woman had seemed put out that she wouldn't get to continue but pulled her head off Adam's lap. His cock had jutted straight forward.

"Have you ever measured it?" Judy had asked.

Adam had nodded with embarrassment.

"Well?" the man had prompted.

"A little less than 9 inches," Adam had said.

"Barely less, I would guess," Judy had laughed. "It is as big around as my wrist. Where were you when I was active? I would have loved a ride on that thing."

Adam had blushed.

"Do you want me to fuck him?" the blonde had asked. "I mean, to see if he can last."

"Won't be necessary," the man had said. "I've seen all I need to. Stop by this address tomorrow morning and we'll shoot. You get $300. If we like you, you'll get more work from us."

Adam had nodded, his prick still throbbing angrily in front of him.

"Want me to finish you off, baby?" the blonde had asked with a coy smile.

"It'll be OK in a minute," Adam had answered.

The man had sent the blonde back outside, much to her disappointment.

"What's your stage name?" Judy had asked. "Or your 'norm de porn' as we say."

"Uh," Adam had replied. "I don't really have one. I mean, we talked about them but they all seem stupid."

"Let's hear them," the man had told him. "We have thousands and it's tough to be original."

"Well, the one I like best is Derrick Driller," Adam had answered. "You know, like an oil well or something."

Judy had laughed and headed to the computer. She had looked up a moment later.

"Well, according to the unofficial database, there is no other Derrick Driller listed," she had said. "So that seems as good as any. Really, unless you stay in the business for a decade or two, it won't matter. The guy's job is to bring out the best in the woman unless you plan to do gay work. We don't offer that but we can get you in touch with someone who does."

"Uh, no," Adam had said. "No gay work. Look, I really just need the money. One of my roommate's girlfriends saw my ... uh, my penis ... and she joked I should go into porn. Then a day or so later, she decided she was serious, you know, that I could make money this way."

"Let me guess, you're an unemployed actor," the man had said with disdain.

"College student," Adam had replied. "I have a scholarship to USC but it doesn't cover incidentals. My folks died last year and there wasn't much left in the estate once we paid all the bills. I've been working two jobs and taking classes but it's still tough to buy groceries and pay insurance and all that stuff."

"Well, if you're any good, I can see you making 500 or a thousand a week," Judy had said. "You got the look for it. I can tell you're a farm boy. You got nice muscles but I can see you're not a steroid freak. Frank directs the shoots. He doesn't want me anywhere near a scene for fear I'll join in."

She had laughed but Frank hadn't appeared amused. Adam wondered what it would be like to try to have a relationship with someone in the adult industry.

"Well, I mean, until this last couple of weeks, I'd never really looked at porn," Adam had confessed. "I was always busy in high school and I've always had a girlfriend."

"I'll bet," Judy had said with a wink. Adam had blushed.

"Look, you're going to have to get over this shyness," she had said seriously. "Men provide almost 100 percent of our income. Sure, every now and then a woman will buy or rent a film or download a clip. But it's men who buy it. The girls in the business are hard. They will eat you alive if you aren't careful. Most of them get introduced to this 'industry' by a boyfriend who thinks he can cut it. The guys want to fuck all the pretty girls but get assy when their girl wants to fuck all the big-dicked guys. A lot of the girls love the attention. A lot of the guys love the sex. But don't confuse this with reality. If you treat a girl in real life the way we'll want you to on the set, you'll go to prison."

She had seen the look on Adam's face.

"We shoot about an hour and keep 20 minutes," she had said. "During that hour, you'll be asked to do some things you probably have never done before. You'll have to be adaptable or you'll be done in a week."

Adam had nodded, not really concerned. None of his girlfriends had ever complained. He had gathered up his clothing, collected the address and left.

"He'll never make it," Frank had offered as Adam closed the door.

"He might," Judy had said. "He is a bit naïve but that's curable. Just don't scare him off tomorrow."

Frank had pursed his lips but said nothing. He hadn't like the way Judy had eyed the young man and he certainly didn't want to give her another opportunity to be around him. Guys with big cocks were relatively rare but many of them seemed to find their way to Los Angeles.

Back on the set, Adam saw the male star joking with Frank. Frank had slapped the guy's back and praised him for a job well done. Adam shook his head and glanced at the woman he was scheduled to work with.

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