Chapter 111: Password

Janice Reading was one used up slut alright. She’d been working the motels and hotels for almost twenty years now. Janice worked for Reggie, for the last five years. He kept her off the streets, so she was appreciative.

Now Reggie’s whole family thought he was in the stage and show business. Nobody knew the real nature of his work. Outwardly, he was as average as they come. Average looks, living in a typical white suburb, driving a Toyota. He had a wife and a son in college. One day, his niece called him and said her daughter Janice had done well in a school play, and could Reggie get her an audition for a local theater play, as a favor to her family. Janice was only sixteen, just in tenth grade, but Reggie said he’d try.

Soon afterward, Reggie got another call. It was a local production company, sort of. They didn’t make many movies, mostly short ones involving really kinky shit. They wanted a girl who didn’t mind having sex with animals. “What kind of animal?” Reggie asked. “Just a horse, or a donkey. Nothing too drastic. You got anyone that can do that?” Reggie immediately thought of Janice Reading. She would be willing, and able, to do this gig. The movie gigs paid better because they usually went for several hours, and he got paid by the hour for her services. They both agreed, Saturday at 9am. He wrote down the address.

Later that day, he contacted Janice and told her about the gig. She didn’t like doing it with animals. Too unpredictable she would say. But she agreed of course. What else could she do? He promised her a bonus. He took care of other business next, then called a friend at the local theater, his cover business. Could they use someone like his niece as an extra? His friend said sure, send her over Saturday.

He sent a text to the older slut Janice Reading with the address and time. Unfortunately, he was in his car at a stoplight and got the addresses mixed up. He sent Janice the address for the theater. He sent his niece the address for the warehouse.

Janice Wilson was super excited. Her she was, only having just turned sixteen, and already she had a part in a play, possibly, at the town theater! Her Uncle Reggie was the best! She put on her short black skirt and her pink top from last year. Her breasts had grown quite a bit in the last year and now it was tight. This, along with her new bra, really made her cleavage stand out in the scooped front blouse. Exactly what she figured she needed to get the part. She got her brother to drive her Saturday morning. When he dropped her off by the warehouse, she said she’d call him when she was ready to come home.

Janice took one moment to fix herself up perfect. Alright! She walked up the steps to the door and went in as her brother drove away. Inside, there was an area that kind of looked like a barn. There was a horse and a smaller donkey standing on some hay. Inside, she saw a bunch of people staring at her. She saw a lot of spotlights, a couple of cameras. She stopped, stood there, not sure what to do next. Everyone was black it seemed.

Karen turned to see a young girl walk into the warehouse. They were about ready to start and she was directing, so she was anxious to get going. What she expected was the usual, older skank. Some wore-out piece of white or black trash. What she, and everyone else saw, was a young white girl, very cute, very pretty, wearing this hot short skirt that exposed almost all of her legs. Her pink top didn’t do much to hide her cleavage either. Finally, Karen spoke.

“So, you’re, you’re Janice? Reggie sent you?” The girl nodded. “Reggie sent you?” she asked again. The girl nodded nervously again. “Uh huh, I mean, yes ma’am.” Someone let out a low whistle. Well, this was indeed a happy turn of events. This could make her video really sell very well. She’d been expecting some worn out skank. She told the girl to come closer. She looked her up and down. “You old enough?”

Janice thought she meant old enough to work. “Yes ma’am. In fact, I’m a cashier a Schnuck’s.” Several people snickered. Karen had one final question. “So, white girl, you know the safety password?” Janice had no idea what she meant. Safety password? She didn’t want to look stupid though, so she just said, “Uh, yeah, sure, of course.” The woman said OK then, and told everyone to get ready.

Meanwhile, Janice Reading was stuck in traffic, late for this gig. Damn it, Reggie would be pissed. When she finally did arrive, she was told to stand over there with a group of people and just act normal. Well, shoot, this was an easy gig. What, no animals yet? No blow jobs? So far it seemed like an ordinary play.