Chapter 8: Film Star

Robert McClure was a sophomore at the local junior college. His main interests were in films. He’d started years ago, making his own with an old family movie camera. As he got older, his equipment got better and so did his movies. He made several training films for his high school that they would use over and over again. He did a few for the junior college too.

One day the college had an open house for parents of students. Jose Martinez was walking around with his father and uncle when they ran into Robert. “Dad,” Jose said, “this is the guy who makes those really good movies for our class. Robert, this is my father. Robert makes the best movies!” Jose’s father smiled, told him good job and kept moving. Jose’s uncle stopped next to Robert. “So, you like to make movies?” he asked.

Robert said yes, yes he did. Manuel paused, looking around some. “You make any money making these movies?” Robert said just a little, helps him buy books. Manuel looked him in the eye. “How would you like to make some serious money making a movie?”

Robert looked back at this Latino man. Seriously? “Well, what kind of movies we talking about?” He was thinking the man meant some kind of industry video. The man said “Fashion videos. You make it look good, I mean really good, you can get a thousand American dollars for each one.”

Robert thought about his current financial state, which was deplorable. He needed the money and he was ready to try anything. He’d just paid the rent, but now he couldn’t afford hardly any food or gas. Without much hesitation, he agreed. The chance to make some money by making movies he couldn’t turn down. The man introduced himself as Manuel Martinez. He took Robert’s phone number; said he’d be in touch.

A few days went by, just regular school days for Robert. On Wednesday he got a call from Manuel. He said he had a job for him. Be at such and such an address at 9pm on Saturday. Robert agreed. Oh man, this could be just what his checking account needed! On Saturday he checked all his equipment. Most of it he’d bought second-hand, but he had everything working perfectly. One video recorder on a tripod, and a portable camera with close-up adapters, etc.

He headed a little early, still not sure what the assignment might be. Robert pulled up to the address, a house in a poorer part of town. Well, this was the place. He picked up his bags with his gear in it and went up to the house. Manuel opened the door, invited him inside. He walked in and found himself standing in the middle of three angry-looking Latino gang members, all tattooed up and everything. They stood there, arms across their chests, staring at him while Manuel explained the job.

“It’s a simple fashion shoot. We got a girl, a model, downstairs. She’s gonna put on some different clothes, then you gonna video record while we coach her into different poses. I want primo shots of her. Primo! Close-ups, everything. But you cannot ever get one of us in the shot. You understand?”

Robert said sure, ok. A fashion gig. Seemed easy enough. He’d done a couple of birthday parties before. They all went downstairs into the basement. When he got his equipment to the bottom of the stairs, he saw the room where the shoot would happen. It was made up to look like a little girl’s room, with pink walls and everything. A big double bed with frilly covers was in the middle. He heard some scuffling behind him, turned just as two of the men brought a girl into the room. Holy crap! He knew her! She was the daughter of one of his parent’s friends at church. This girl, he couldn’t remember her name, she was like fourteen or something. He only knew that because she looked so much younger. One day at church someone had mentioned she was fourteen (?) and he had been very surprised. She looked more like twelve at the most. He stared in shock and surprise as they led her past him into the pink room. Manuel turned to him, told him to hurry and get set-up. He didn’t know the girl was into modeling, but he also noticed she didn’t look one bit happy about being here. She’d been crying obviously, was scared to death of everyone it seemed. She saw him, then recognized him as he was setting up the tripod. He kept looking at her, then away again. She was very out of breath for some reason. He heard her crying to him, “help me, please, help me mister...” As he put a close-up lens on his second video camera, he cautiously walked over to Manuel. “Say, uh, um, is this, um, like some sort of, um, porno movie or something?” Manuel looked at him and laughed without saying yes or no. Robert mentioned that he knew this girl from his church. Manuel was quite surprised when he heard that. “Don’t worry then, you can have a turn with her too.”

Robert wasn’t into porn movies, or making porn movies. This was something totally different from what he usually did. He couldn’t bring himself to say no, though. Truth was, he was kinda scared shitless, too. He thought he was probably already in too deep, and these guys did not look like the kind of guys you could say no to. He didn’t see that he had much choice. He’d do it, but maybe later he could get her out of here, help her in court later. He’d have to come up with some excuse as to why he was even there. Shit, what would he say?

The three gang members stood around while Manuel threw a dress to her. It was some little girl’s ballerina dress it looked like. Manuel made her get undressed. He nodded for Robert to begin. “Just get it all. We can edit it later, right?” Robert started the fixed camera, then began using the portable. He filmed her as she got completely nude right in front of them. She was shaking a lot; obviously terrified. The camera on the tripod focused on the bed. He held the portable camera and filmed her as she took off everything she had on. Undressed, he couldn’t help but notice how young she looked. Not a bit of hair anywhere except her long, blonde hair. Her legs were quite thin, her boobs almost non-existent. Just some puffy nipples, which he zoomed in on. He couldn’t help it; he had to see.

She took the pink frilly thing and began to put it on. It didn’t hide much. It looked like it had been made to expose as much as possible. He got a lot of close-ups of her cute legs, her crotch, her butt cheeks squeezing out from the backside. You could just see her puffy nipples pressing against the fabric in front. They were almost but not quite visible. Once she had the dress on, they made her pose on the bed. On all fours, they made sure he shot down her front and got a close-up of her crotch from behind. One man took her hair, tied it loosely into two pigtails. They made her pull the top of the dress down to her waist, exposing her small breasts. On her hands and knees was about the only way you could see she had any. He got it all on film, especially the small boob reveal. They made her pose with her hands up, then on her hips, behind her, in front of her. Robert was surprised when one gang member moved in front of her, pulled out his semi-erect cock and made her start to lick it up and down. She eventually did, after some rather rough convincing. She kept looking at Robert with those pleading eyes of hers. God, he couldn’t believe he was filming a porno with the Anderson girl; wait, Stacey was her name! That was it. Stacey! He mentioned this to Manuel.