Porn Camp
Copyright© 2026 by Phil Brown
Chapter 19: The Contract
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 19: The Contract - “On behalf of Adult Entertainment Industries and Lancelot Productions, you have been selected to join us for three weeks of extensive training for positions throughout the adult entertainment industry.” The letter began and so too did the adventure. Come join Ryan Owens, a typical eighteen year old high school senior for the fantasy of a lifetime.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Consensual Heterosexual Anal Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Safe Sex Nudism
Monday
Heather and I left early Monday morning, heading to Lancelot Studios. On the way, we stopped at the Wells Fargo Bank to open me an account. Then we cruised through Dunkin’ Donuts for an Iced Latte (for Heather) a regular coffee (for me) and two dozen assorted (for the crew).
“Welcome back, strangers!” Don said when we showed up in his office. “How was your trip to Porn Camp?”
We took almost twenty minutes sharing our experiences and what we had learned over the last three weeks.
“It sounds like you had a good time. I need each of you to sign these contracts so I can began earning my money back,” Don said. I listened closely to the tone in his voice when he said that, trying to detect any resentment in having spent $60,000 to send the two of us to Porn Camp. But I could not detect any negative reactions.
“Mr. Majors, I know you spent a lot of money to send us to the camp. I just hope we can make it worth it for you,” I told him.
“Ryan, Heather, please don’t worry about that. We received weekly updates on your progress and were very pleased with your performances there. In fact, we should have your first place video ... what was it called? Oh yeah. “Nothing Left to Wager” up on the website before lunch today!”
Reaching to a list on his desk, he continued, “As well as ‘The Birthday Card’, ‘The Indian Squaw’, and ‘Cotton Candy’.”
I personally didn’t recognize the last one, but Heather finally admitted it was hers.
We went over our new contracts then and Don patiently answered all our questions. He suggested that since the royalties would be paid monthly, that we sign up to have our earnings deposited directly to our banks. And he cautioned us to make sure we set aside enough for income taxes. He asked if we had a good accountant, and when we admitted we did not, he said he would be glad to recommend a couple.
Finally, he dismissed Heather saying he had something personal to discuss with me.
“Ryan, Brad asked me to ask you if you would be willing to craft us a 90-to-110 minute feature to be jointly produced by Lancelot and AEI,” Don offered.
“Are you kidding me?” I almost screamed.
Don started shaking his head ‘no’ with a big smile on his face.
“Is it supposed to be about the handicap thing?” I asked.
“I don’t know about any ‘handicap thing’,” Don replied.
“It’s something Mr. Nobles mentioned while I was at camp.” Then, more calmly I asked, “In that case, why me?”
“Consider it an experiment,” he said. “Although I tend to think of it more as an investment. The Board of Directors seems to have a great deal of faith in your abilities.”
Don waited a moment for me to absorb what he said and then continued.
“They would like to have the finished product before the end of the year. Your budget is a quarter. You can use our facilities here and we will assist you in admin staffing such as legal and accounting. The choices for everything else is yours. Story, script, cast, technical crew ... everything. Both the Board and I will want to be kept informed, of course, but you will be running the show.”
“A quarter?” I asked.
“$250,000. A quarter of a million dollars,” he replied calmly.
I just sat there thinking about what they were proposing as Don pulled out a thick legal document.
“Oh! And if you agree to this one picture deal, you will receive $50,000 on completion, plus any residuals or royalties. The pay schedule is in the contract.”
After another drawn out moment, I finally asked, “What if I don’t think I can do this? I mean like, right now? Can I still work for Lancelot?”
“Brad and I think that it will take you six to eight weeks to get the story ironed out. During that time I hope you will continue to work for us. But once filming begins, you may find yourself pressed for time, especially with school and all,” Don explained while completely ignoring my question.
“Damn! I just don’t know. I need to think about it some more.”
“Of course!” Don replied. “Why don’t you take this contract and study it over. You should probably have your attorney look it over as well. However, I think you’d be wise not to mention the whole thing to anyone else until the details all get worked out. Except your family of course.”
I left Don’s office with both contracts clutched in my hand and went to look for Heather. I found her with Lorena and Roxy going over the details from camp.
“You alright?” Heather asked when there was a pause in their conversation.
“Huh?” I replied. “Oh yeah. I’m fine. Don just blew my mind for a minute. You ready to go?”
“Yes, I’m ready, but I think Lorena has a couple of scenes for you. I’ve already told her that we are going to East Texas for the weekend.”
“Oh. Sorry. Do you have something for me?”
“Well, if you can do it, I’ve got one tomorrow morning. It’s on location at a beach front house down in Santa Monica. It will be slightly early for you. Filming starts at 6:30am. The director wants to catch the sunrise. But should wrap by lunchtime. It will pay you $600, but you’ll get an extra $100 for travel expense. And a free lunch.”
“Okay, but I’ll have to rearrange getting registered for school.”
“I don’t think you’ve worked with this director before,” she said as she handed me the call sheet, “But he’s the artsy type. I think you’ll enjoy it. I also have one for Wednesday morning, here, at 9:00am. That one is with Alexis again. She asked for you specifically.”
“No problem. I like her,” I told Lorena. “Ugh ... Could I ask you a favor?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“I’ll be gone this weekend, but if you can, would you schedule me with as many new actresses next week as you can. I’ll do two a day if possible. I’m looking for someone special.”
Lorena smiled. I suspected she already knew why I was asking. But I didn’t mention it because I wasn’t sure.
We finally got to the car and I suddenly wished that Heather had drove this morning. Oh, well!
I started the engine so we would have air conditioning, then sat there as what had happened this morning overwhelmed me again. I could see the Nobles family’s fingerprints all over this as I wondered what they really wanted.
“Okay, Ryan,” Heather finally said. “Tell me what’s going on!”
I simply handed her the stack of contracts and put the car in gear.
“It’s looks just like mine,” she said immediately.
“The other one,” I said simply.
She shuffled through the stack to the second contract and begin to read. Thirty seconds later she screamed. “Holy Shit!”
“Keep reading,” I told her.
Heather kept reading for the next ten minutes, constantly shuffling back to the first two pages. Finally, she dropped the contract in her lap and just turned to stare at me.
“Does this say ... Does this say what I think it says?” she finally asked.
“Yeah, only you can’t tell anyone yet. Don said I wasn’t to say anything until I’d gone over it with a lawyer and my family. And I consider you family.”
“Do you think that this is something you’d want to do?” she asked. “I mean you have school and all coming up next month and I wasn’t sure how you would even handle that.”
“I know. Me too. I just figured I’d work something out.”
“Well, since you have a scene in the morning, why don’t you call Crystal and see if she can take you to register for school this afternoon?” she suggested.
So I called Crystal. She seemed hesitant to want to change her schedule.
“Give me the phone! You concentrate on your driving.”
Then Heather calmly explained why I needed the change and what I was trying to accomplish.
“She’ll be home by lunch time, but you’ll need to explain it a little more thoroughly.
Lunch was interesting. When Crystal asked what was going on, Heather immediately handed her the contract. Crystal read for a couple of moments and then looked pointedly at me without saying anything, then she resumed reading. Without saying anything, Heather handed her the other contract, the one from Porn Camp.
“What about you? Did you get anything?” she asked Heather.
“Mine is just like his, the year-long one from Porn Camp.”
She picked up her smartphone and pressed a button. “You should probably come home. Now!” she said. “Oh! And do you have a good attorney?”
Then she listened.
“That’s why you need to come home.”
Then she listened again.
“No. He and Heather are fine and sitting right here. Just come home and we’ll explain. But don’t kill yourself. It’s not life-threatening.”
Silence.
“Okay. See you in half an hour.”
One more time.
“I love you, too,” she told the phone.
“Now. While we wait for your father, why don’t you show me these films that are supposed to be already posted on your website. But you’ll need to use your laptop. I don’t think it would go over well on mine.”
Heather opened her laptop, found her access to Lancelot and then showed her the ‘Birthday Card’ first, and then the ‘Indian Squaw’ one next. We had just started ‘Nothing Left to Wager’, when Dad walked in and Crystal had Heather start it over.
Strangely, when the twins walked in on ‘Wager’, Crystal didn’t say anything, nor did she make them leave.
“Oh! You are so pretty,” Emily said to Heather.
“That was interesting,” said my Dad.
“Ryan and Heather wrote it,” said Crystal. “They wrote it, starred in it and everything else. It was their final project for Porn Camp and they won first prize, including money, royalties for a year, and this...” laying the production contract in front of my dad.
“Is this what he needs an attorney for?” my Dad asked Crystal. “That’s easy! Just call his grandfather.”
“Awww, damn!” I cried as I slapped my forehead with palm. “I forgot about Gramps!”
“Just be sure you give him a dollar and get a signed receipt before you tell him anything about this,” Dad reminded me with a smile.
It’s a long story and I’ll tell you later.
“Wait! There’s more,” Crystal told him as she pushed the larger contract over to my Dad.
“So! You’re going to be a producer. And a writer as well,” my Dad summarized. “It looks like quite the task if you accept it.”
“Well since you’re both here, what do you all think about all this? Do you understand what an honor it is? And how much time it will take?” I asked my folks.
“When you talk to your grandfather, ask him about the laws regarding actors that are still in high school,” my Dad said. “In fact, you can ask about them at school when you register. I hear they are quite accommodating.”
“But do you think I should do it?” I pressed him.
My Dad was silent for a minute as he studied me.
“While I do not think this is the career your mother would have chosen for you, I recognize that you are your own person and will make that decision for yourself. Just as you have for the last four years. If you’re asking if we will support you, you have no need to worry. Crystal and I will support you anyway we can. Now, if that’s it. I need to get back to work so we can go to Camp Sunshine this weekend!”
Then he kissed Crystal, squeezed Heather’s shoulder, and ruffled my hair as he went back out the door.
“McAllister, Weintraub, and Spivey. How may I direct your call?” the anonymous voice intoned.
“Mr. McAllister, please,” I told her.
“May I tell him who’s calling?”
“Tell him it’s Ryan. I’m his grandson.”
There was a brief wait before he picked up, but I could tell from the sound of his voice he wasn’t upset with me calling him at work.
“I’m so glad you called. Did you get moved yet. How do you like having sisters. I’ll bet that’s been a big change for you,” he gushed.
We might not talk every day, but you can damn well bet he keeps up with what I’m doing in life. He’s my mother’s father and the one who set up the trust for me. It wouldn’t surprise me that he knew I flew to Tennessee last month because I made a withdrawal from my estate account to pay for the ticket upgrades.
“It’s been a very big change and Crystal and the girls are fantastic. I never realized how lonely I was until I moved in here,” I told him.
“That’s great. Why don’t you tell me what has you calling an old man these days.”
“I need an attorney. I work for a studio and they offered me a contract and said I should have it checked by a good attorney. Since I didn’t know a good one, I called you!” I quipped.
“Ha-ha! You must have been listening to your grandma,” he laughed. We had always teased each other. “What studio have you been working for?”
“Lancelot Productions,” I told him.
There was silence. I could hear him banging keys on his keyboard. “Is that Lancelot in Van Nuys?”
“Yes sir.”
“They’re listed under adult entertainment.”
“Yes sir.”
“Does your father know about this?”
“Knows ... yes. Agrees ... probably not. But he did acknowledge that I was eighteen and could make my own decisions.”
I had no desire to get in the middle of his feud with my father.
“Well, what do you want from me?” he asked.
“Legal advice,” I said. “Or a reference to another attorney that could help me. And I’d like it tomorrow afternoon if you’re available.”
“I can see you tomorrow at 2:00pm,” he told me. “But your grandmother is going to be so disappointed.”
“I’m hiring you as my attorney, so legally, you can’t really tell her.”
“Don’t get cute with me, son,”
“Sorry. But why upset her if you don’t have to. At least hear me out first.”
“Okay, you’ve bought yourself twenty-four hours. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
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