Chapter 5

I arrived almost twenty minutes early but I told Mrs. Stern I have a problem I need to discuss with Mr. Voss. She raised her eyebrow as if to say my problems are not her boss’s concern. That may be true, normally. But this problem has arisen because of what he ordered me to do last night. I think it is his concern.

She picked up the phone and punched a button. A moment later she said, “Your ten o’clock is here. She wants to speak with you.”

I don’t believe I’ve ever before heard someone say “your ten o’clock” and make it sound like your new cunt! She listened briefly, put the phone down and said, “Go on in.”

I didn’t bother to thank her. I opened Mr. Voss’s door and was halfway across the room before I realized he isn’t alone. Laura, the teenage girl from the stage show last night, sat off to my right with a look of abject despair on her face. I came to a sudden stop when I saw her. Just looking at her made me feel like crying!

She didn’t look up. She sat there with her eyes focused on her feet. She’s wearing the same clothing she wore on stage yesterday. I can’t help fearing for her. I hope they aren’t going to be too rough on her. She isn’t responsible for the things her parents did.

I was brought back to my own problems when Mr. Voss asked, “What the hell do you want? Are you that anxious to get started?”

I turned back to him and finished crossing the room. I came to a stop in front of his desk and quietly explained what happened last night and how it led to Erica deciding to pimp me out.

He obviously isn’t nearly as upset about the situation as I am. He sat back in his chair with a huge smile on his face and said, “That sounds like a good plot for a movie!”

Then he asked, “Are you too fuckin’ dumb to lock your god damn doors? Christ!”

“We were alone in the house! The rest of the family wasn’t due back for hours!”

He shook his head and sighed. He looked at his watch. Finally he said, “I’ll take care of it. But it may be a day or two before I can straighten the little bitch out. Until then you’re going to have to put up with her shit.”

With that being resolved he said, “They’re still working on the script for your first movie. Until then you might as well make yourself useful. You remember what a fluffer is?”

At first the meaning of the word escaped me, though it sounded familiar. But then I thought back to the day that set all these strange events in motion. The day I spent here performing in a scene from one of his movies. I blushed and nodded.

He picked up the phone and a moment later I heard him ask, “You got enough fluffers? I got a girl here who doesn’t have anything to do today and she could use the experience.”

There was a brief pause and he said, “I’ll send her down there.”

He hung up and said, “Go to set seven. They’ll give you something to do. Report back here before you go home this evening.”

I nodded and turned to go. I glanced at Laura and even though I know probably making a huge mistake I turned back and meekly asked, “Can I say something?”

He looked up with that long suffering “what now” look on his face and asked, “What?”

“It wasn’t her fault ... what her parents did. She’s just a kid. Could you like ... you know, take it kinda easy on her?”

Mr. Voss isn’t a nice man. He isn’t a patient man. I expected to have my head torn off and handed to me. But much to my surprise there was a trace of a sympathetic smile on his face when he replied, “I’m going to try to take it easy on her. But she’s gonna have to make the movies. It ain’t up to me. The guys who own her ass now want their money back and I’m just as leery around them as her parents should have been. You think I’m a bad man? I’m a fuckin’ saint compared to those guys. Trust me. It could have been a lot worse. A lot of people, including me, are surprised all three of them aren’t buried in a shallow grave already. They still might be if those guys don’t start getting some of their money back.”

I made my way through the confusing building, only having to stop someone and ask directions twice. I finally reached the corridor that leads to most of the sets and made my way down to set seven. I entered quietly and asked a woman carrying a clipboard who I should see about starting work. It’s embarrassing to admit I’m to be put to work as a fluffer. I felt my face turn dark red. But her expression never changed when she learned why I’m there.

She matter-of-factly pointed to an out of the way corner of the room that’s curtained off from the set and told me to go over there and take my clothes off. I glanced at the far too public area where I’m going to spend the day giving dispassionate, anonymous blowjobs to men for whom I’ll be nothing but a hot, wet, sucking mouth. Six men are sitting and standing, waiting their turns. Two young, attractive, naked women are already hard at work sucking cocks in order to get the men aroused enough that they can perform on the set.

I looked to my left as I crossed the room, watching the organized mayhem taking place as they prepare to shoot a pornographic movie. I tried to figure out what kind of movie they’re making from the set they’re putting together but it isn’t possible.

I turned back to the strange scene before me, six naked black men sitting around talking casually while two pretty white girls suck on the cocks of two of them. The men stopped talking when they realize I’m headed toward them. They watched me cross the room, nod at them and begin undressing. I noticed a small closet nearby with two feminine outfits hanging from hooks. I hung my dress on an empty hook along with my only other garment, my panties. I turned back to the men and I’m sure we all heard the embarrassment and nervousness in my voice when I said, “I’ve never done this before. Are there any rules I need to know about?”

One of the women laughed around the cock in her mouth, then lifted her head and said, “Just two; don’t bite and don’t let them cum. They have to do that on camera.”

That made sense. I nodded my understanding, turned to the men and asked, “Who’s next?”

The young woman answered for them. “Why don’t you start at the other end. Get him nice and hard. Suck on his cock for another minute or two and then move on to the next one.”

I was just getting into place in front of the first man when several more naked black men joined us. The woman telling me what to do explained, “This is normally a pretty easy job. We get to suck on a nice cock without having to deal with the mess at the end and we get plenty of time to rest between blowjobs. But today is going to be a bit more stressful. I hear there are going to be something like twenty-five guys in this one.”

Twenty-five big, black cocks?! I’m guessing they aren’t filming a love story.

The first half hour or so wasn’t that bad. In fact, it was exciting. I kind of enjoyed it. I’d suck on a nice big cock for about five minutes and move on to the next man. It wasn’t long, though, before I began to wish the cocks were a lot more average. My jaw was constantly stretched open far more than normal and getting very sore.

I was at least grateful that as the men cycled on and off set for refresher fluff ups they washed before we had to take their deflated cocks back into our mouths.

We finally started taking alternating breaks after about an hour. When it was my turn I stood up, stretched my aching back and peeked through the curtain separating us from the set. I’m not too surprised to see that the lone female having sex with all those large black men is Roberta. She’s strapped down on a waist high bench being raped at both ends simultaneously. The men are all treating her very roughly and it shows on her face when you can see it in between oral rapes. Her face looks red and swollen. Tears are streaming down her cheeks and her body convulses almost constantly in response to those violently thrusting cocks. The men are so well hung I can see her throat bulging when they drive their cocks straight down her gullet.

I thought she seemed remarkably clean for a woman who has been getting raped by all these men for more than an hour now. I found out why when one of the men pulled out of her pussy, stepped back and deposited his semen into a clear, twenty ounce drinking glass on a nearby table with the help of Laura who stood near the table with a dazed look on her face and stroked the man’s cock until his orgasm passed. As she worked on the man’s cock he casually explored her naked body. I watched them for a moment and noticed he was careful not to insert his fingers in either her pussy or her ass. I assume that means she’s still a virgin. It looks like a hell of a way for a virgin to spend the day.

One of the other fluffers came up behind me and said, “That’s a fucking shame. That kid shouldn’t have to put up with this shit. From what I hear her mother has it coming but the kid ... that’s just wrong.”

I nodded and turned away to return to work. But I suddenly got curious and turned back to ask, “Why are they doing it that way? I don’t know much about porn movies. I’ve only been in one. But I’ve never seen the guys shoot their stuff in glass before.”

She shuddered and said, “They’re gonna make her drink it when the guys are done fucking her.”

I looked at her in shock, just barely containing the urge to gag. I looked at the glass on the table. I think most of the guys have gone around once by now. It looks like there are already at least eight ounces of semen in the glass. That might not sound like a lot if you’ve never had anyone shoot that stuff in your mouth. And to look at it there, the top layer creamy white and the lower layers cooling and turning almost clear; it’s enough to make me want to vomit. God! What if they should decide to make me do something like that when I start making movies?! There’s no way!!

I turned back to the seating area and returned to my knees in front of one of the seated men. The other two women and I started alternating after that so that one of us was always on a ten minute break. We kept it up for another hour and a half before they gathered the men in a half circle behind the bench upon which Roberta is still restrained.

As disgusting as it was to watch, the other two fluffers and I didn’t seem able to help ourselves. We got up and watched through an opening in the curtain as Roberta was released from her bondage and helped to her feet. The man who emceed her dog rape last night at the club came up behind her and spoke in her ear for a few seconds. Then he stepped back and stood with the director. Roberta hobbled over to the small table on which stood a glass now nearly full of cooling semen. She stared down at it for a long moment with an appropriately horrified look on her face before picking it up. She closed her eyes. She seemed to be talking herself into doing what she now has to do.

I don’t know what threats they’re using on her but they’re working. She seems determined. I held my breath and watched as she took a deep breath and lifted the glass to her lips. She gagged and took the glass away for a moment. But she immediately brought the glass back to her lips. She looked into the camera, tilted her head back and began to gulp down the contents of the glass. Tears poured down her cheeks and she gagged occasionally. But she continued to swallow until the glass was empty.

She put the glass back down on the table and held her hands over her stomach. She gagged once or twice more but managed to control her rebelling stomach. The look of anticipation on the face of the emcee made it clear he hopes she loses control. I can’t help wondering what he threatened her with because it must be something terrible; something more terrible than swallowing and keeping down twenty ounces of cool, stale semen accumulated from the orgasms of twenty-five men.

They continued to film Roberta for another ten minutes before they were satisfied and closed down the set. Roberta and Laura were led away and the crew began shutting off lights and putting away gear. The twenty-five still naked black men strolled off toward the shower room laughing and joking obscenely, obviously amused by what they just watched Roberta do with a large glass of their cum.

The other two fluffers and I got dressed there in the seating area. We talked a little but not about what we just witnessed. We all found it too disturbing to talk about. I learned that the other two women don’t act in movies. One is separated from her husband and desperate for money. It turns out her only marketable skill with the economy as it is now is either fluffing or working as a prostitute. Fluffing doesn’t pay as well but she chose fluffing because she doesn’t have to deal with orgasms and the men are regularly tested for diseases.

The other girl is about my age. She lost her tennis scholarship due to an injury just before the end of her junior year at the same college I’ve been attending. She’s doing this to supplement the income from her other two jobs, anything to get through her last year of school. I’m surprised to learn our small local college even has a tennis scholarship available! When I told her that she grinned and said, “It’s not like a football scholarship; less than half in fact. But it helps and since I’m not worth a damn at football I take what I can get.”

I grinned and said, “Maybe you should have tried for the football scholarship. I bet you’d have been very popular in the huddles.”

They left through a side door. I returned to Mr. Voss’s office to find out what he wants me to do now. It isn’t even one o’clock in the afternoon. But I hope he doesn’t have any plans for me. My back and my jaw are still very sore and tired. Two and a half hours of sucking cock is hard work.

As soon as I entered her office Margo looked up and said, “He’s expecting you. Go on in.”

I tapped softly on the door of Mr. Voss’s office and entered. Roberta and Laura are both sitting on a couch in the corner. Both are still naked. Mr. Voss looked up but mother and daughter sat staring dejectedly at the floor, pointedly not looking up to see who had entered.

Voss smiled and asked, “You any better at sucking cocks after getting all that practice?”

I shrugged and replied, “That wasn’t really sucking cocks. My lower back and my jaw are killing me. But all I was really doing was teasing them. It wasn’t the same as sucking them off for real.”

He nodded and said, “Yeah. I guess you’re right.”

He held up a manila envelope and said, “Here’s your script for tomorrow. Take it home and learn it. Come in at eight tomorrow morning and go straight to makeup.”

I crossed the room and took the envelope from him. I didn’t leave, though. I stood there trying to get up the nerve to ask him about the jam he got me into with my landlord’s kids.

When I didn’t leave he looked back up to see what I was waiting for. I blushed and stuttered, “I-I mean-um, I just wanted to remind you about the twins.”

His brow furled for a moment. Then he remembered who I was referring to and said, “I made a phone call. It’ll be taken care of tomorrow. You may have to fuck a kid or two tonight. No big deal. Fucking is what you do now, right?”

I nodded but then the possible implications of his broad response bothered me and I had to ask, “Taken care of? You don’t mean... ?”

He chuckled and answered, “No, they ain’t getting whacked. My guys are just gonna throw a scare into them and maybe rough ‘em up a little if they think it’ll help.”

I relaxed, thanked him quietly and then left, studiously avoiding looking toward the woman and the girl sitting in the corner. I thought about spending the rest of the day at the library or some other out of the way place but decided it was unlikely Erica is just sitting around the house waiting for me to come home. So I drove home and changed clothes. I brushed my teeth, got a glass of water and sat down at my little kitchen table to take a look at my script.

Flipping through the half dozen pages I’m relieved to see I don’t have a lot of lines to memorize; none in fact! It isn’t so much a script as a story outline. Apparently all I have to do is react as a normal woman might to the events they have planned. I suppose I can do that.

As I read through the outline I can’t help thinking they plucked this story idea from one of my fantasies! Of course that’s a big reason I called Mr. Voss in the first place. From what little I’ve learned about his Bad Sam’s Circular Enterprises I know he specializes in making movies which might have been featured in one of my kinky fantasies.

I read the half dozen pages and felt both nervous at the idea of what I’m about to do and highly aroused. The details are sketchy. I don’t actually know what I’m going to have to do in the movie or how many men I’ll be doing it with. But the unknown just makes it all the more exciting.

I started reading the outline through a second time when my door opened. Not the door into the basement but the outside door. I was so startled I nearly screamed. I spun around to see Erica entering my apartment as if she owns it, followed closely by an older man I’ve never seen before.

I slid the story outline under a magazine. I wouldn’t want her to know about my new job. I stood up and was about to yell at her to get the hell out when I saw that “I dare you” look in her eyes and remembered the pictures she’s holding over me.

I caved immediately and she knew it. She grinned and moved out of the way so the man with her could get a closer look at me. He obviously likes what he sees. I can tell by the feverish leer on his face.

Erica let the guy look me over for a minute before asking, “Satisfied?”

The guy tried to act like he wasn’t certain. There was a brief pause before he answered, “I’m not sure. She looks like a coed alright. And she looks pretty good with her clothes on. But before I make up my mind I want to see more.”

Erica smiled and replied, “Certainly.”

To me she said, “Strip, bitch.”

I told myself I’ve done worse things lately. And to be honest this scenario would probably turn me on if I were reading it in a story I found on the internet. It’s just that in less than twenty-four hours I’ve come to hate that little cunt and the desire to do violence to that smug face is almost irresistible.

Fortunately, I realize I’d only be hurting myself if I attacked her. I took a deep breath and slipped my t-shirt off. I tossed it on the table behind me and slid my shorts off. I hesitated for a moment but then slid my panties off and stood there naked in front of them.

The guy obviously likes what he’s seeing. It’s easy to understand why. I know I’m sexy. He, on the other hand, is probably in his late forties, nearly bald and extremely out of shape. He’d be unattractive if he was in shape, though. He has a face like a weasel.

Erica ordered me to turn around slowly and when I was facing them again she asked, “Well? She’s everything I promised in my ad, right?”

It was only at that moment I remembered Paul telling me the twins were putting an ad on Craig’s list. FUCK! My first customer! I’m about to become a prostitute! And I won’t even get to keep the money!

The weasel continued to stare at me but asked Erica, “This is really her first time?”

“She isn’t a virgin. But it’s her first time doing it for money. My brothers have both fucked her. Eric said she’s really tight. She hardly ever goes out so I don’t think she’s had a lot of experience.”

“And I can do anything I want to her?”

“That’s right. She won’t like it. But she has no choice. If she doesn’t do what she’s told I’ve got some pictures I took of her with both my brothers that could put her away for years if I gave them to my parents or the cops. She’ll do what she’s told. Won’t you, bitch?”

I nodded meekly. But I can’t wait for Mr. Voss’ men to put this fucking cunt in her place. I hope they do something more imaginative than just threatening her. I also hope I’ll be there to watch them wipe that smug look off her face.

My first customer is apparently satisfied. He reached into the inside pocket of his ugly plaid sport coat and handed Erica an envelope. I stood there and watched as she counted out five hundred dollars! FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS!!

She tried to act cool but she didn’t come close to pulling it off. She put the money back in the envelope, stuck it in the back pocket of her shorts and said, “Remember, you have to be outa here by six.”

SIX! That’s almost four hours from now! There’s no fucking way this fat old fart can keep it up for four hours!

She grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the door that opens into the basement. She’s smaller than me. I know I could kick her ass. But I allowed myself to be meekly pulled along. She stopped at the door, got right up in my face and hissed, “Your boyfriend over there has a money back guarantee, bitch. One fucking complaint from him or anyone else and I’ll put your fuckin’ ass in jail. Any questions?”

My only question is how long before Mr. Voss’s men wipe that smug look off this skank’s face. I shook my head. There’s nothing I can say or do but go along until she’s “taken care of.” She patted my head as if to emphasize my place in her life now. She turned and left without another word.

I took a deep breath and turned around to face my “boyfriend.” He already has his sport coat off. He dropped it on a chair and as he continued undressing he said, “I’ve bought a lot of pussy over the years but I’ve never paid five hundred bucks for a piece of ass before. My wife weighs more than I do and hates sex. I haven’t touched her nasty ass in years but I still like to fuck. As you can see I’m not a hunk. Girls don’t fall all over themselves trying to get in my pants so I pay for pussy. I gotta say, though, I’ve never bought a girl as young and pretty as you and I’ve never had a pimp tell me I can do any damn thing I want to her. And I’ve never had four hours to play around with. I have a feeling I’m gonna leave here with a smile on my face. If this turns out to be as hot as I think it will I may end up draining my savings account. Now get your ass over here.”

By this time he was down to his boxers and his argyle socks. His plump, sagging body is fish-belly white. The thought of lying under him while he uses my body for his pleasure is turning my stomach. But from the evil look on his face I feel almost certain that getting fucked by this toad is going to be the least of my problems.

I crossed the room and came to a stop in front of him. He smiled, reached out with one hand and held my tit in his hand while he looked into my eyes. He clamped down on my tit and said, “It turns me the fuck on that you’re doing this because you’re being blackmailed. When I answered that ad on Craig’s List I figured it was all just a come-on. But this is the real deal, isn’t it?”

I nodded. But I can’t help worrying about how important it seems to be to him that he can do anything he wants to me. He isn’t carrying any torture devices with him but that doesn’t mean he can’t cause me a lot of pain if he’s turned on by that sort of thing. Of course there are all sorts of nasty things a guy can do to a woman without causing pain. From the look on his face I fear he’s the kind of freak who has been looking forward to experimenting with that sort of thing for a very long time. And I can’t say no to anything.

He released my tit and pushed me to my knees. I dropped down and got a closer look at the bulge in his shorts. It looks pretty average. I looked up to see what he wants me to do to. I assume he wants me to remove his underwear but I’m not going to do anything without being ordered to do so.

He rested a hand on my head leaned his hips forward until his hard on came into contact with my face. He started grinding his bulging crotch into my face but after only a few seconds he stopped and said, “Go ahead and finish unwrapping your present.”

I reached up to pull his shorts down but he snickered, popped me on the head with his hand and said, “Uh-uh, bitch. Put your hands down. Use your mouth.”

I glared up at him when he hit me. Big mistake! He grabbed a handful of my hair, twisted it, then got right down in my face and hissed, “Don’t you ever look at me like that again, you stupid cunt! If you do I’ll fuck the hell out of you for the next four hours and then tell that little princess who’s pimping your ass out I want my money back. How do you think that will work out for you?”

I looked down and with tears in my eyes from having my hair nearly pulled out of my scalp I whispered, “I’m sorry! Please! Please stop. You’re hurting me!”

He slowly relaxed his hold on my hair and straightened up. I reached up and massaged my scalp for a moment but I don’t dare keep him waiting for long. I wiped the tears from my eyes with the backs of my arms. Then I leaned forward and began grabbing the sides of his shorts in my teeth and working them down. I noticed that if anything his cock is even harder now. I’m uncomfortable with what that says about the kind of man he is. But all I can do is try my best to keep him happy. I can’t kick his ass out.

Very quickly the waistband of his boxers caught on his erection. I was forced to carefully bite down on the cloth over his throbbing cock and pull it out and down in order to free them from the obstruction so I can finish undressing him. Once I got his underwear down below the level of his balls my task became much easier.

I pushed and pulled them all the way down to the floor and started to straighten back up. He grabbed my head before I could and pressed my face down into his shorts between his feet. He held me there while he took his sweet damn time pulling his feet free. Only then did he release me so I could straighten back up. This time I was smart enough to keep my eyes down. The old fart may be plump and soft but he outweighs me by at least a hundred pounds. I have no desire to get my ass kicked on top of all the other humiliating things I’ll be doing this afternoon.

I discretely checked out his cock while waiting for him to tell me what he wants me to do next. It’s about average from what I’ve read. It appears to be about six inches long and between three and four inches in circumference at the base. It’s a nice enough cock ... I guess. At least it would have been if it were attached to a decent human being. I’m uncomfortable with the idea of how much time he has spent dipping it into the various orifices of prostitutes. I hope he wore a condom. Unlikely I suppose. I’m a prostitute now; at least for the time being. He’s apparently going to stick it in me without a condom. But then, he knows my sexual history, or thinks he does. Erica doesn’t know about the time I spent at Bad Sam’s so she can’t have told him I’ve taken part in the making of a pornographic movie.

He reached down and cupped my chin in his right hand. He lifted my head until I was looking him in the eyes, smiled and said, “Allow me to introduce myself.”

Then, without any warning, he spit right in my face! I gasped as that glob of spit landed on my right cheek, right up against my nose. I started to pull away but his fingers clamped down on my jaw with surprising strength for such a soft looking old fart. I stopped struggling and he loosened his grip slightly, though not enough to enable me to pull away. He smiled and as if we were meeting at a party; as if he didn’t just spit in my face he said, “My name is Henry but you can call me master or sir.”

Then he spit in my face again! I felt the tears brimming up in my eyes; tears of absolute fury. But it’s a helpless fury. All I can do is remain on my knees in front of him and let him do any damn thing he wants.

He inched closer until his cock rested on my face. With his left hand he began spreading his lube and his saliva all around my face using the head of his cock like a paint brush. I tried to close my eyes but he growled, “If you don’t want me to bitch slap you you’ll open your fuckin’ eyes, cunt. I want to see them. I want to feel you’re humiliation, your helpless anger. I want to watch you give up as I turn you into the whore you are now.”

With that said he pressed the head of his cock against my lips and said, “Say ah, bitch. It’s time to test your reflexes.”

He loosened his grip on my jaw and I opened my mouth. His hand came to rest on the top of my head and with one sudden, violent thrust his cock plunged into my mouth, to the back of my throat and much to my surprise, straight down my throat! No one ever tried to stick their cock down my throat before. If they had I wouldn’t have allowed it. And yet here I am; an unpaid prostitute with the head and an inch or two of the cock of a really gross man whom I’ve just met lodged in my throat.

I struggled at first; until I realized I’m able to breathe. As soon as I realized I’m not suffocating I stopped trying to break free. He’s holding my head with both hands now and his grip is much stronger than I would have thought possible looking at his soft, pudgy body. The pain is intense but I can’t move. I can’t even complain. I can only whimper and wait for him to pull back.

Once he realizes I’ve given up he slowly draws back, allowing his cock to slip out of my brutalized throat. He pauses with just the head of his cock in my mouth. His right hand releases its grip on the side of my head and a split second later he slaps the side of my head so hard it makes my ears ring! I cry out but the sound is muffled by the cock in my mouth. His hand returns to the side of my head and he growls, “What did I tell you, bitch? Look at me! I want to look in your eyes while I’m fucking your face.”