How I Became a Porn Star...(Revised)
Copyright© 2024 by Zak
Chapter 50
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 50 - To this day, I will never know why she chose me. I was sitting in my local pub in my hometown when she came over and sat opposite me. It was 1980, and what she said next changed the rest of my life forever.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian Heterosexual True Story Workplace Black Female White Male White Female Indian Female Analingus Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Spitting Tit-Fucking BBW Big Breasts Prostitution Violence
I left Mandy’s house on Monday morning after a nice, cooked breakfast. She had called me a cab to take me to Bill Truman’s office. The same receptionist showed me into Bill’s office, and he asked her to bring in a tray of coffee.
“So, how are things, Zak?” Bill asked as he sorted some papers on his desk.
“Yes, all good, thanks and how are you, Bill?” I asked.
“Oh, all good, thanks; I played golf over the weekend, good weather for it,” he smiled, “do you play at all, Zak?”
“No, it’s not really my thing,” I said.
The receptionist brought in the tray loaded with coffee and chocolate digestive biscuits. Once she had left the room, Bill got all business-like.
“Right, first of all, I would like to apologise. I had done the sums on your inheritance, and I got the figures wrong,” he said and picked up a sheath of papers and passed them to me.
“Okay...” I was worried I would not have enough to buy Colin out of the studio. It flashed through my mind that I was about to let both Sally and Mandy down, and I would look like a complete prick.
“Yes, I have spoken to the Americans, and once we have taken their fees, plus my fees out,” Bill said with a smile, “You will be paid out the sum of three hundred and fifty thousand pounds!”
“Oh My god,” I said.
“Yes, I had not thought about the interest on the account,” Bill said with a smile.
“Well, I am just happy to know it’s mine, but Bill, when will I get it?” I asked.
“The American lawyers have made out a Bankers’ draft from a branch of their bank in London,” he said and glanced at his watch, “I imagine that it will be here tomorrow morning at the latest.”
“Bloody hell!” I gasped, “Bill ... I am flipping rich!”
“Yes ... Yes, you are my friend!” Bill said with a smile, and he seemed genuinely pleased for me. Then, we sat in silence for a few minutes.
Three hundred and fifty thousand pounds back in those days was a king’s ransom.
“Bill, I am thinking about buying into a business. Would you be able to review the contract for me, please?” I asked.
“Yes, of course, I can,” he smiled, “I will get my receptionist to set you up an account.”
“Thanks mate!” I said
“Also, if you don’t mind some free advice,” he said with a smile,” you need a good accountant, they can save you a fortune in tax!”
“Right, that makes sense, can you recommend anyone bill?” I asked.
“My guy is good,” he said and reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a business card, which he gave to me.
I left Bill’s office half an hour later and walked home. As soon as I got in, I telephoned the bank and asked them to work out a settlement figure for my house; why pay a mortgage when I could buy it outright?
I sat down and thought about what else I could do with the cash; I would put some into my pension and maybe buy a car. I had been driving for years but never owned my own car; I had driven army trucks, the odd hire car on holidays and, of course, the studio’s van.
I got showered and changed, then I ordered a cab and went over to Mandy’s; I sat her down and told her exactly what I had been told, that tomorrow a banker’s draft for three hundred and fifty thousand pounds would be in my bank...
We celebrated with a Chinese takeaway, and after we had eaten, I took her upstairs and shagged the arse off her. I fucked her for a good two hours. I woke up the following morning to feel Mandy sucking my cock.
I let her get me hard, and then I flipped her onto her hands and knees and buried my cock deep inside her. I rammed my cock deep and hard into her for a good ten minutes before shooting my load, emptying my balls into her pussy at the same time as she fell over the edge and exploded into a noisy orgasm.
We showered together, and I made breakfast while Mandy did her make-up and got dressed.
Bacon sandwiches and mugs of tea were consumed as we talked about the films we had made and the films we would make. We got a cab over to Bill’s office, and his receptionist showed us straight into his office. I introduced Mandy as my girlfriend, and Bill stood up and shook Mandy’s hand.
Coffee and tea were ordered, and once Bill’s receptionist had delivered the coffee tray, he got down to business.
There was some paperwork to do, and ten minutes later, he passed me an A4 envelope. I opened it to see a very formal-looking document that looked like a huge cheque, and the figure on it was for three hundred fifty thousand pounds.
There was also a smaller envelope with Bill’s bill for all the work he had done. He had also included some paperwork from the solicitors in the USA, as he said that sort of money might raise a few questions,
I shook hands with Bill and told him I would be in touch with him about the contract. Then, Mandy and I walked around to my bank. I filled out a cheque deposit form, but when I took it to the desk, the lady told me that, as it was such a large sum, I would have to speak with the manager.
We sat and waited for ten minutes until the manager was free, and then we were shown into his office.
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