Chapter 25: Stacy

Crystal took a deep breath. I could hear the intake of air, and when I looked and then I could see the slow exhale so that she’d relax and be agile in whatever happened next. This was one of her calming actions that she’d taught us all from an old yoga class. She said her old airline had taught the cabin crew the same system for when they needed to start working with an unruly passenger and needed to keep their cool.

Crystal stepped forward, “Hi. I’m Crystal. I run Crystal Blue Photography.”

Madison managed a weak smile in my direction.

I stepped up beside Crystal. “Hi Stacy. I’m Dave, Crystal’s fiancé, and I often work with her on various CBP projects.”

Stacy continued to size us up, but she’d been silent so far. She ran her eyes up and down my body, and said, “Are you the one that’s going to fuck my daughter?”

I slowly said, “Errr, make love, perhaps. I like Madison and I certainly don’t want to hurt her by being rough or anything.”

Stacy crossed her arms in front of her chest, “Good. I’m here to watch. I needn’t tell you that Madison and I have had words at home about her life choices.” She sounded like she was about one step from committing murder.

Crystal smiled at her, although I could tell the smile was forced; “That’s fine. Do you know anything about taking a video?”

Stacy recoiled slightly. The question surprised her, as well as the friendly welcome. She stuttered out a reply that she had taken home movies for years, but nothing really professional.

Crystal said, “Oh, good. My other assistant couldn’t make it. You can take this camera and help by filming some of the action. Just be mindful of where I’m aiming and stay out of the way, please. You don’t need to worry about on and off between what you want to video. Just let the camera run nonstop. The memory card in the camera is huge, so you don’t have to worry about running out of memory.”

Crystal presented Stacy with one of her backup camera. Since it was handy, I guessed that it was the one I was going to hold for more of the POV shots. Stacy looked flummoxed and started to examine the camera.

I was already thinking that Crystal had just had a stroke of genius. Instead of letting Madison’s mother watch and stew about what was going on, she fundamentally co-opted her into being part of the complex situation instead of an outsider.

Stacy spoke up, “I came here ... I’m not ... I think ... will doing this affect my daughter’s reputation, education, or future?”

We shrugged. Crystal said, “I guess that’s up to her and to how much she allows it do that. We do not use her real name, if there’s any name at all attached to the video. Also, there’s no reason being in a film has to have any impact unless she wants it to. Certainly, if she becomes a star of some kind, she might have to deal with the fame and recognition, but normally that doesn’t happen.”

I nodded in agreement.

Stacy turned to her daughter, “And you still want to do this even after our discussion last night?”

“Yes, but I’m embarrassed that you’ll be watching.”

Stacy turned back to us, “Madison told me that you took videos last weekend, and that one of your ‘models’ was fifty or so.”

Crystal nodded, “Yes, that’s true. She’s a grandmother.”

“So, you do use older women in the films.”

I thought of Ross, “And men. There’s a great deal of diversity in the videos that we do.”

Stacy said, “I thought the porn industry was all booby eighteen-year old’s; that is if the producers were really trying to avoid pedophilia.”

“Not the case, except for one or two of many,” Crystal proclaimed. “Most of our work to date has been for private viewing only – what we’ve come to call private porn. We’re only now starting to expand into having a more commercial or public presence. The scenes we’re shooting today are actually for a demo video I need to show various companies to get on their roster as a producer of carefully crafted adult films.”

Madison stated flatly, “They were very insistent that I prove I was of legal age. They have that information on file along with my model release forms.”

I added, “And no one would breach that age barrier here. I even had a talk with Madison about potential long-term implications and ramifications depending on what happened further along in her life.”

Stacy said, “As have I in the past twenty-four hours. She does understand all of that, but still wants to proceed. I kind of insisted on coming along today to see what would happen. I worried about her safety.”

I commented, “You read the email with the plot outline, including the description of major activities and positions that Crystal Blue wants to get on video?”

Stacy nodded, “I did, and it was purely by accident. The text came in while Madison’s phone was lying on the counter. I was right there and glanced at the message when it lit up the screen.”

Crystal said, “If we go according to plan, by five or five-thirty, we will have covered all of that and then some. The actors – Dave and Madison – do have the flexibility to ad lib, if you will. If they do, we capture that, too. There is no carefully choreographed movie script that we follow.”

Stacy said, “Oh, I didn’t expect there would be.”

Crystal checked in with Madison, “Are you okay to go ahead with your mother here?”

Madison shrugged. “Yes, I guess so. I’ll blush for the first hour and then be all right.”

Crystal patted her shoulder, “We can adjust the color with our video editor. We’ll take care of your blush.” I think she was kidding.

Madison came to me, “Kiss me, please. It’ll help me relax. Even with this embarrassing situation, I love you ... and, yes, I know all about you and Crystal, and I have no intention to come between you. Maybe it’s unrequited love.”

I did kiss Madison – several times. We even got a little tongue in the game and she giggled at first, and then got into it. “God, you kiss like a real prince charming.” I didn’t tell her that the kisses also helped me relax what with Madison’s mother suddenly appearing. This was unprescedented.

Crystal had been tutoring Stacy in the use of the camera. She turned to us and said, “Let’s start. Scene one, Madison enters office with expectations about what will happen. Dave you be working at your big desk and turn to greet her. Kisses follow, cop feels, and then clothes removal as you both heat up. BJ first and the eat the bejesus out of her pussy.”

I thought some of Crystal’s remarks were to also test whether Stacy had the mental ability to watch all that happen to her daughter. Since didn’t protect, Crystal went and turned on Stacy’s camera.

Crystal said a word or two to Madison, flipped on some of the camera lights, and Madison left the office. She must have counted to a twenty or something. Crystal was filming when the main office door opened and Madison peeked inside the door.

Both Stacy and Crystal videographed her entry and rapid transition to my office, into my lap, as I greeted her with kisses. After some open mouth deep tongue kisses, Madison put my hand on her breast. I really felt around her landscape. She told me she was wildly horny and had been at school all day, thinking about what I’d do with her. I did the natural thing and fondled outside her clothing, but I also took that as an invitation to go further.

I watched Stacy out of the corner of my eye for her reaction to my wooing her daughter as a prelude to our having sex. I started pawing at Madison, and then removed her blouse and bra. If there was a reaction by Stacy, either positive or negative, I missed it. Stacy watched where Crystal was shooting, and moved to a different place for a different camera angle. I wouldn’t know until later whether any of her videoing was any good. It was, as it turned out.

Stacy had gone barefoot when she realized her heels made a click-clack sound on the marble floor of my office. She actually had pretty feet, fresh with a pedicure and nice polish. She’d been carrying a purse, but that got tossed aside out of sight so her hands were free to hold the expensive camera.

Stacy was dressed in a conservative summer dress with a hemline just above her knees. This was what almost all the women in town wore if they wanted to wear a dress. She had good looking legs from what I could see of them. Madison had gotten her good looks from her mother; Stacy was easy on the eyes. Where Madison was a strawberry blonde, Stacy had apparently tilted the scale even further towards the reds, and came in solidly as a redhead. She didn’t have that pale, freckled, Irish skin, however, but I did detect some Irish heritage in her demeanor. I thought she was kind of hot.

I still wondered what her angle was on all of this. Why had Stacy taken such an interest in Madison’s budding career s a young porn star? Stranger than strange was that she seemed quite unruffled watching me come on to her daughter.

I got Madison naked in my lap in no time flat. We had some fun with me fingering her rapidly until she had an orgasm I would categorize as explosive. She collapsed back in my arms and I kissed her, and told her how loved she was. She was highly responsive as we kissed. It was a tender and romantic moment where we kind of shut out Crystal, Stacy, the cameras and lights, the videography, and everything else in the room but each other.

Madison then got off of my lap and helped me remove my pants and briefs. She was on me like white on rice, and had me deep in her mouth as she tongued and then achieved a deep throat on me. She bobbed up and down happily, seemingly unaffected by her mother only three feet away taking a close-up of the wanton sex act. God, this was sexy. Madison tried to deep throat me, the way that Wendy had a few days earlier, but that wasn’t going to happen, at least that day.

We turned things around after I got a sign from Crystal. I ate out Madison for quite a while as she sat on the corner of my desk with her legs spread impossibly wide. I did get to sweep a lot of useless papers from the desk with one hand to clear a space for her. I went to town with mouth and fingers, and had her cumming again in only moments.

After even more oral sex, my penetration of her teenage body went smoothly after her second orgasm on my tongue. She was moaning how great I was and how she wanted me as her lover for the rest of time. We did the modified missionary as I pistoned into her body as she was on the corner of my desk on her back. Both Crystal and Stacy came in for close-ups of my cock pistoning into Madison.