Chapter 15: Going Pro

“SHE WHAT???!!!”

Ross’s voice could probably be heard three blocks away.

Crystal repeated what she’d said more cautiously, “A woman name Sheri Rawls for whom you’d been the sexual consort during a videoing session for Crystal Blue Photography posted her one-hour video on a porn site.”

Crystal cringed as she spoke in an even manner. She added, “I had nothing to do with it. We could sue her since the agreement we had did not have any kind of model release. It does say something about the ownership residing with the customer. I keep all of those locked away for every job.”

I carefully pointed out in a measured tone, “She paid for the filming and the resultant video, and the videographer and any actors, such as Ross, might legally be considered ‘works for hire’ without that agreement or statement in what she signed; thus in this case she controls the publishing rights. It’s a murky area.”

Ross stomped around, “If some of my investment clients get wind of what I did, I may lose some big accounts. That’d be disastrous.”

Trish snickered, “On the other hand, if some people considering you as an investment manager get wind of what you did, they might GIVE you some big accounts because you’re bold, hip, with it, and not afraid of complex situations that would scare others. You could be a big winner on this.”

Ross frowned and tried to follow that track of reasoning. He muttered something about Jeffery Epstein.

I added, “Or, nobody recognizes you, nothing changes, and you have to forage and scrap for business like everybody else in your industry.”

Ross asked, “What’s the web site?”

Crystal looked at her cellphone. “A site called pornrock.com. I’ve never heard of it. I assume she knows where she posted it. I’m reading the rest of her email. She actual SOLD it to them. She’s sending me the money because she admits that we did all the work preparing the video for her. To quote her, ‘I got a delightful fuck, ergo I shouldn’t keep the money.’”

I muttered, “She sounds pretty confident about where she stands. Giving you additional money, a bonus basically, kind of confirms her role as the copyright owner.”

Crystal looked up from her phone. “It’s $3,000, but they get to also put it up on their ‘sister sites’.”

I shrugged. I tried to think whether I’d gain or lose clients if anybody knew I’d been filmed in a racy video. At this point, I think I’d done around thirty or forty over the year since Crystal starting doing the ‘private porn’ videos. I didn’t think anybody would care, if they even noticed. They’d love me or not based on what wonders I could do to secure their computers, networks, and prevent data thefts and ransomware attacks, or more simply just get their whole I.T. operation humming along at high speed. What I did in my spare time would be considered my business.

Ross grumbled around the kitchen adding some small touches to the large salad that he’d done. Our routine resulted in all of us helping to prepare the meal as well as clean up and put away. I was sure that we were all eager to please each other in this foursome living arrangement.

I asked Crystal, “Did any of your other customers post their videos online?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Maybe you could make some money offering to do that for them. You’d contact the distribution companies and offer them up the videos. Some of them are pretty hot, and I’m sure they’d attract an online following.”

“You wouldn’t care?”

“I don’t think anybody would notice ME, and if they did it won’t hurt my business. It might be a conversation starter, but they’d be judging my work based on other criteria. What they’d notice are the WOMEN. The only thing that would matter to me is if you cared.”

Crystal laughed, “If I cared about you having sex with the women, or any of us here did, I wouldn’t do what we’ve been doing for the past year. I get off on the sex videos, to tell the truth. I like watching you with other women; you’re hot and you make them hotter. Moreover, you’ve gotten better and better at your little moves that turn on women and elicit orgasms from them. Practice makes perfect, and so does experience. I’m the long-term beneficiary of all that stuff. Further, you’re kind of hunky and very photogenic. As you know, I’ve gotten so horny that I’ve had to join in here and there on a few of them.”

“Do a test run with somebody,” I suggested. “Allison wouldn’t care. She’d get a big boost from it and so would her husband. He’d love to crow about his wife the porn star; he’s shown everyone he can find the video of the two of us. Besides, maybe she’d like to earn some pin money.”

By three weeks later, I’d forgotten the discussion until we had one of our sex parties. Allison arrived at the front door wearing five-inch CFM heels and nothing more than her smile. I got a searing kiss from her as she jiggled her way into the house. William was behind her laughing and carrying the de rigueur two bottles of wine; he shrugged.

Allison stood in the middle of those already there and said with her hands in the air in a ‘ta dah’ pose, “I’m a porn queen. I’m on the Internet fucking Dave. I think that’s so cool. I want all my friends to know, and you’re all here.”

Crystal was beaming at the doorway to the kitchen, and we locked eyes for a moment. She came over to me and said in a low voice, “I did what you suggested. Selling her video was easy. We made $4,000, and by informal agreement I split it with her.”

“Nice work.” I teased my fiancée’s bare breast with one finger. The rest of her consisted of body, bikini bottoms, and CFM open-toed shoes with those hot red toenails. Crystal looked hot and fuckable.

“More than that, the woman I talked to at pornshot.com was very helpful. They represent ten other sites, too, so we’ve got exposure. Most of the sites don’t care about exclusivity of the product unless it’s their own contracted employee. We can sell the video to a dozen other sites and make even more money. In essence, they’ve bought a license have the video on their site for ten years. Some sites will want to pay us based on the popularity or ranking that the video achieves, and some will pay part of that up front like Allison’s.”

I pondered those business models. I asked her, “What now?”

“Well, my contact gave me all sorts of suggestions about what to do to make some money off of just Allison’s. She recommended that we do more videos and stuff like that if we wanted to make some real money. I took it on as a challenge. That was this afternoon; so let’s the two of us talk tomorrow.”

The cookout and skinny-dip swim were a huge success, as usual. As we’d done at a few of our other parties, Crystal invited one of her recent customers and spouse.

Somehow, Allison wanted to relive doing her porn video. Thus, I became her first-round partner for the evening. I teased her about not having the pleasure of removing any of her clothes. She told me that she’d brought clothes and they were in the car; I could help her dress much later in the evening so she could go home at least wearing something. I thought that was moving in the wrong direction.

We adopted a chaise in the middle of the patio as others also distributed themselves around. Clothes and swim attire had become unwanted impediments. I was surprised at Allison’s assertive behavior. She knew what she wanted and she wanted it right now! I was fine with that, given we were headed in the same direction, so I went along with her with no issues.

I teased Allison as we fucked. “I’m so glad I get to finally fuck a real porn queen. I’ve watched a lot of porn, but never dreamed that I’d meet a real star. Thank you, Porn Queen, for having mercy on this perpetually horny fan. I hope you’ll fuck any of us fans that like your videos. You know, I guess, what a pervert I am because I watch porn and jerk off while watching your great video. You turn me on, big time.”

Allison looked very proud. I then put the pedal to the metal. “You know you should make more adult videos. You are such a sex pot. I’m not the only guy that would pay to see you getting fucked in various positions and both giving and getting sexual juices.”

Allison said back to me, “Would you do more of them with me? We only did that one video that one afternoon. Imagine all the heat that we could generate if we took our time and got to plan the scenes more thoroughly.”

I agreed, and later I’d recall how casually I agreed to be in a video that was NOT going to be private porn. The next one would definitely be for the general public.

The longer we fucked, the less aggressive Allison became. She didn’t become a total submissive for me, but she decided that most of my ideas were better and more orgasm-producing than hers.

After we were finished, and Allison had cleaned up my cock, we went into the pool and floated around in a relaxing manner. We were kissing frequently, but that was of little concern to me. I liked kissing her.

We got out and showered off the chlorine water and then air dried as we each got a glass of white wine at the outside bar. I made a mental note to put out some more bar nuts and that kind of munchie for people that wanted to eat something substantial between rounds.