I couldn't keep doing the Sears catalog, not if I wanted to be somebody someday, or something. I had to keep moving up, that's what my agent kept saying. Since he was also my dad, I pretty much listened to him, but this seemed kind of weird.
"A condom commercial?" I giggled because condom struck me as a funny word. I'd never actually seen one in my life.
"Commercial," he agreed. "That's the key word. It's a big step, Wendy."
"I'm only fifteen," I reminded him, whispering because I didn't want the waiter to take my glass of champagne away. "You think it's okay?"
"Twelve hundred dollars for a day's work?" Daddy grinned. "It sounds pretty okay to me, Princess."
"Yeah, but ... Condoms?" I made an eek! face.
"You'll get some good exposure," he said. "It'll run on a half-dozen cable channels, coast-to-coast. Everybody will see you."
"Everybody?" I thought about my friends at school.
"Once they see how good you look, how well you can act, the phone will be ringing off the hook."
"What if I screw it up though?" I wondered, picking at my salad. "I just want to keep modeling."
"This is modeling," Daddy told me. "You're just doing it on TV, that's all."
"Maybe." I sipped some champagne to hide my nervousness.
"A little internet exposure won't hurt either."
"It's complicated," Daddy said, reaching for my hand. "You trust me, right?"
"Of course I do."
"We're really going to make it," he promised. "I can tell. A little television, some internet ... Maybe even some movies."
"Right!" I giggled, and that bubbly wine tasted good.
"We don't even have to go to Hollywood," my father told me. "Destiny will come to us, Wendy. We're a team."
I grinned at his words and I wondered if he wasn't a little drunk himself, but I did love my Daddy terribly. I trusted him, too. I hadn't been lying about that. After my mom had left us, we only had each other, for better or worse.
Actually, we met destiny on a small sound stage on the Disney lot in Studio City. If it seemed strange doing a condom commercial behind a door with Mickey Mouse on it, nobody said anything. Probably because they were too busy.
"Wendy? I'm Mike," a man said, giving my hand a weak squeeze. "Wardrobe and makeup is over there, Shelly's gonna take care of you. Who are you? Her manager? Sit over there. Want some water or anything? What's he doing? Hey! What the fuck are you doing, man?"
Mike wasn't very old and seemed more than a little hyper. He left to talk to some lighting guy and I followed his vague directions to find Shelly. Daddy wanted to find someone in charge, and I'd been a model for awhile, so none of these seemed particularly bothersome. Photoshoots can be pretty crazy sometimes.
"Let's get you out of those clothes and into this," Shelly said, holding up a flesh colored bikini.
A very small bikini, like the dental floss kind, and I only widened my eyes. Soon enough, I did as she told me, however, undressing with only a pinch of self-conscious embarrassment. I hadn't expected to get naked in front of anyone, but what choice did I have?
"Hmmm ... No hair, that's nice," she decided, staring at my crotch. "How old are you?"
I bit my lip as the woman fixed my bikini bottoms. The part covering my pussy formed a triangle smaller than the palm of my hand. The rest of it didn't exist. I felt super self-conscious about my naked butt as she pulled the string between my cheeks. Like she was giving me a wedgie, sort of, and I blushed as I felt the string tight against my tiny butt hole.
"Fifteen huh?" Shelly smiled and fixed my top next. "Good age for it. You look older though."
I watched as she tugged the triangular cups into place, covering my plump nipples. They were about the size of my thumb, the bikini cups, I mean, and I thought I looked kind of obscene. My boobs were right there! Not covered up at all. Especially since the bikini matched my complexion pretty well. Not perfectly of course, but from more than ten feet away I probably looked seriously naked.
She kept talking while she did my makeup. I tried to ignore how totally exposed my body was as people would walk in and out of the room. They were mostly men, older like my dad, and I had to sit very still in the chair while they looked at me. I mean, they didn't stare, but they were talking to me, so ... They looked at me, taking in my dark hair and grey-blue eyes, my pretty face and slender body. Men always looked at me and I always tried not to notice.
Mostly they were worried about my lines, but I'd memorized everything I had to say. It wasn't much acting, no matter what Daddy said, unless you counted the fact that I had to look happy, sexy, beautiful, and comfortable being mostly naked in front of a bunch of strangers. That was acting!
"Curt!" Shelly looked up from my lips with a smile. "Go ahead and change. Grab that banana sling over there."
I saw him in the mirror, my co-star or whatever, and nobody had told me he'd be a big handsome black body builder guy. I'm basically white as snow and he looked as black as Africa. That's not racist, is it? I'm not really prejudiced or anything, but ... Why was he black? Or, why did they want a white girl for my role? An interracial condom commercial?
He smiled at my reflection just before pulling his t-shirt over his head. I stared at his ripped body. I mean, the guy looked like he'd been chiseled out of stone. Curt knew it, too. He liked showing off and wasn't even a little shy. When he took off his pants, he took off everything, pushing his underwear down his muscular thighs at the same time. I probably looked pretty stupid staring at his dick the way I did, but it looked huge and it wasn't even hard or anything.
"First time?" Shelly asked, smiling like we were sharing a moment or something.
"W-What?" I tore my eyes off the mirror, blushing hard.
"Not all black guys are hung like horses," she whispered, "but that one is."
"Oh! I didn't ... I mean, I wasn't ... Uh..."
"There! All done," she decided, spinning me around so that I had no choice but to stare at the guy. "Curt, meet Wendy. Having problems?"
"These Speedos are too small," he complained. "Look at that. There's no way my shit's gonna fit in that bag, Shelly."
The man held up a swimsuit, one of those small nylon kind that most men probably shouldn't wear. It did look tiny compared to him, especially when my eyes wandered lower to stare at his huge cock. It just sort of arched outward like a chocolate rainbow, not hard, but not exactly soft either. It looked thick, too. I mean, it looked as big around as a soda can to me and as he moved, I could see his balls hanging low and heavy, and they looked huge as well.
"Go out on set, sweetie," Shelly told me. "Don't mess up your hair."
The set turned out to be a large bed with a lot of lights and cameras around it. A screen had been placed behind it, a giant photograph of bay windows overlooking a moonlit beach. It was supposed to be romantic and I'd read the script, such as it was.
MAN and WOMAN are on a bed. They are kissing passionately.
MAN - I don't want to wait. I love you, baby.
WOMAN - I love you too, but I'm not protected. What if I get pregnant?
MAN - Don't worry about it.
MAN reaches under a pillow. MAN holds up an empty condom packet.
MAN - See? I've got it covered.
WOMAN - (looking down at MAN's penis) Oh! It's so thin! I can't believe you're wearing a condom!
MAN - That's what they all say.
MAN pushes with hips. WOMAN arches her back, moaning with pleasure. Fade out.
MAN and WOMAN cuddling on a bed after sex. They are smiling at each other.
WOMAN - That felt amazing! I'm so wet! Were you really wearing a condom?
MAN looks up, smiling, winks at camera. Fade to logo as WOMAN laughs seductively.
" ... and then we show the Emperor's Condom logo, get Squeaky to say 'MicroSheath! She'll never know the difference!' and a million college kids run to the store." Bill, the producer, looked around the table. "Any questions?"
He'd wanted to do a read through. Just to make sure we were all on the same one page, or something. I'd been blushing the whole time, especially when the Director, Stan, wanted to hear me moan and giggle on cue.
"Seductive laugh?" I rolled my eyes. "Um ... tee-hee-hee ... like that?"
"We'll work on it," he decided, which apparently meant he'd keep making me do it until I got it right.
"Let's go!" Bill clapped his hands. "We've only got one day, people. Let's do this thing!"
"Places, everybody!" Stan said. "You're on the bed, Wendy. Lose the robe first. Where's my coffee?"
Curt and I had both been wearing bathrobes and we hadn't really had a chance to introduce ourselves yet. I was a little shocked when he climbed on the bed completely naked. What happened to the Speedo banana hammock thing he was supposed to be wearing?
"Uh..." I swallowed hard, staring at his long, black dick as it lay across his left thigh.
"Are you okay, Princess?" Daddy asked, surprising me with a hug. I jerked my eyes away and blushed.
"Yeah," I said. "I'm fine, but ... He's naked!"
"It's just acting," he told me. "You can do this. You're going to be a big star someday, right?"
"Um..." I shrugged. "Maybe."
.... There is more of this story ...