Chapter 7

True to her word, there were a pair of blue, silk panties on Adam's pillow when he went to bed. He fought the urge to sniff them. The crotch was still slightly damp. Instead he shook his head, undressed and got into bed.

Shelly walked in a few minutes later from the bathroom and pulled down the covers on the second bed. She saw Adam was watching and lifted the hem of the T-shirt and give her a glimpse of her butt. She was naked beneath the shirt she borrowed from Adam, just as she said she'd be.

"You threw away my gift," she said with a mock pout, as she gestured to her underwear on the floor. "Now tell me, how many other women have thrown their undies at you?"

She giggled as she crawled into bed.

"Don't worry about things with us," she said. "We'll just take things as they come. I know it will take some time for you to come around. I just didn't want you to get away without me ever telling you what I thought. OK?"

"OK," Adam answered. He knew what she said wouldn't make any difference to his addled brain, but it was nice of her to try to alleviate his worry. "What time do you want up in the morning? If you'd like, you can just drive back to your dorm to get dressed and then pick us up here."

"I don't need to go back there," Shelly replied. "Rachelle is letting me borrow some clothes and I showered once I decided to just spend the night. You just need to give me about 10 minutes to get dressed, do something with my hair and brush my teeth and stuff."

"Like you can do all that in 10 minutes," Adam joked. "I'll wake you at 3. We need to leave by 6 and I'll need 15 minutes in the bathroom to shower and shave."

"If you wake me at 3 there will be dire consequences," Shelly said with a laugh. "Unless you want to wake me up to roll around a bit before we go, that is. Sorry, I'll keep comments like that to myself from now on. OK, who am I kidding? No I won't. I only wish the light was still on so I could see if you're blushing or not. Good night, Adam."

Adam was shaking his head in the dark.

"Night, Shelly," he told her.

Allie was waiting for the pair when they reached the car the next morning. She saw them exit the apartment and walked over to meet them.

She shook her head when she saw Shelly.

"I hoped it wasn't you but I figured it was," she said. "Sorry. I should have told you earlier."

"Nothing to be sorry about," Shelly responded as she gave Allie a quick hug. "You look a little different than I'm used to, though. I can't put my finger on it."

"Well, I'm about 3 inches taller in these shoes," Allie said, relieved that Shelly didn't think badly of her. "And I don't have bangs like I do in normal life."

Shelly nodded at both statements.

"That's it," she said. "I always thought I was a little taller than you. But you're taller than me in the heels. And bangs threw me. I like your hair this way but it looks just as good the other."

Adam simply stood to the side as Shelly and Allie talked. The only confusion came when Shelly started to get in the back seat.

"You ride up front," Allie said quickly. "We can switch when we drop you off on campus."

"But I'm not going to campus," Shelly said as she raised the seat and clamored in the back. It wasn't until she was almost in when Adam realized she still wasn't wearing any panties. The bottom of Shelly's butt poked out beneath the miniskirt but it was too dark for him to see the area between Shelly's legs. Allie didn't appear to notice, nor did she notice the look Adam shot Shelly. She did, however, notice Shelly's laughter.

"What?" Allie wondered, still trying to figure out where Shelly was going at 6 a.m. and why she was laughing and Adam blushing.

"Well, first, I'm going with you today," she said. "If it's OK with you, I mean. I've gained an interest in the industry – from a technical standpoint – and I want to see how the lighting and cameras are set up.

"Poorly," Allie said. "They don't spend much on setting the scene."

"Well, that much I knew," Shelly replied. "And Adam just noticed I'm going without underwear this morning."

"You are?" Allie asked as she turned around in the seat. "I didn't think you had it in you to go commando under a mini."

"Well, I didn't have a lot of options, really," Shelly said with mock sincerity. "Some brute has taken the only pair I had with me and he won't return them."

Allie glanced at Adam who blushed again but shrugged.

"Actually, I dumped my loser boyfriend yesterday," Shelly said. "And I'm working on a new guy now. I move quickly once I get in motion. I couldn't sit on the sideline while you and Sarah grab him and hang on."

Completely out of the blue, Shelly switched tracks.

"You should have worn your white shorts today," she said. "Your ass looks ridiculously hot in them."

"Uh, thanks," Allie said, confused by the new topic. "I actually have them in my bag. I figure we have about three hours before we get there – and I hope at least breakfast and cup of coffee in the near future, hint, hint, Adam – and I didn't want to spill anything. But, back to before, I don't really want to be in competition with you. It isn't fair."

Shelly made a strangled noise from the back seat.

"I can be sexy!" she protested. "I can make him hot for me, just like you can."

"Oh, that's not what I was saying," Allie assured her. "It's not fair for Sarah and me. You would win, hands down."

Adam glanced at Shelly's face in the rear-view mirror. She was puzzled.

"No guy wants to date a girl like me," Allie said. "I'm not dating material. They may trot me out on their arm but they don't want to talk to me and they don't want to get to know me. Yesterday morning and afternoon was the nicest time I've spent with a guy in, well, probably forever. At least since my Dad passed away. But don't think for a minute I was suggesting you aren't stinking, smoky, nasty hot."

Shelly's puzzlement turned to embarrassment and then to pride.

"I am stinking, smoky, nasty hot today, aren't I," she said with a smile. "By the way, so are you. And I'm sure you were the same way yesterday. You're sexy every time I see you. But you're sweet and genuine, too. Any guy with any sense would like you. And believe me, Adam has sense even if he doesn't always show it. That day we both looked like sewer rats, you were hot – probably because I could see clearly that you weren't wearing a bra, but that's another discussion for another time. Let's table this talk until Saturday, OK? That way we can include Sarah in it, too. I got the impression from talking to her last week that she would like to spend a little non-professional time with Adam, too."

"Oh, you want to come to the pool with us Saturday, too?" Allie said. "Do you have a really tiny suit? That's the requirement, you know. We're going to make Adam's roomies drool."

"They drool most of the time anyway," Shelly said. "Sorry, but they are really dorks. They're nice dorks, but dorks nonetheless. I hate to say it, but Adam's a dork, too."

"Hmm, dorks are usually pretty nice even if they are a little clueless," Allie said. "Might be why Adam seems like such a good one. He said they all have girlfriends, though. Dorkettes?"

Shelly laughed.

"Mary probably is," she confirmed. "I mean, she is good looking but she is a computer nut. She is the one who hacked almost every porn site there is and grabbed us a bunch of stuff to peruse. Rachelle is definitely not a dork. She is the one who sometimes shows up in the Beemer. You mentioned it once. Then there was me. But I am trying to break out of the dorkette category."

"Going commando in that outfit and hitting a porn shoot is a hell of a start," Allie joked. "Saturday at the pool will be your final test."

"Oh, not the pool," Shelly said. "Adam was supposed to invite you and Sarah to a cookout at our apartment. We have a small deck where we set a grill. It will be pretty fun, you know, a get to know your neighbor sort of thing. Will you come?"

Allie took a glance at Adam, who was staring straight ahead as traffic started to get heavier.

"He just ignores us and drives," she said. "A good trait in a guy – speak only when spoken to. Let's talk about the cookout when Sarah arrives."

The girls' laughter filled the car the rest of the 40-minute trip to the airport.

Sarah practically bounced out the door to the pickup area. She carried the small suitcase that she took with her and a bag over her shoulder. She pulled Adam down for a quick kiss – on the lips, not the cheek – before she noticed Allie and a girl she didn't recognize standing behind him.

"You look much more chipper than I did when I got back," Allie said as she kissed Sarah on the cheek.

She pulled back and narrowed her eyes.

"You primped," she said accusingly. "You don't smell like you spent a night on a plane or in an airport. That's cheating!"

Sarah smiled broadly and stuck out her tongue.

"Sarah Lewis, aka Sahara Rain," she said as she offered a hand to Shelly.

"Oh, Shelly Smith aka Michelle something," Shelly answered. "I haven't decided on the second name yet. We spoke last week when Adam called you."

"Nice to put a face – and a body – to that voice," Sarah said with a laugh. "Are you trying out today or something?"

Shelly blushed.

"Not today," she answered. "I'm just along as a chaperone for Adam. You know how easily he gets led astray by pretty girls. Come on, let's get moving. We're starving and Adam said we had to wait for you."

"I'm starving, too," Sarah said. "You would think airports would keep their food courts open for all-night passengers. But most things were closed. I could use a greasy biscuit and a hot cup of coffee – which I will eat and drink in front of these two with glee."

"Little you know, Goob," Allie said as she pinched Sarah on the butt. "We'll eat the same thing. We decided since we're both eating and drinking something similar, it won't make any difference."

She turned and grabbed Adam's arm and Shelly followed suit on the other side.

"Too slow," Shelly chided as she offered Sarah her arm. "But you can walk with us anyway."

Adam glanced from his left – where Allie was wearing a tight T-shirt and brown shorts – to his right – and Shelly, braless beneath a white pullover and without panties beneath a jean miniskirt, and Sarah, wearing a bright yellow tank top and tight blue shorts. He felt like, well, a porn star.

Allie had green eyes, red hair and a pale complexion with freckles across her nose and forehead. She was barely 5 foot tall and was tiny everywhere. But she looked gorgeous.

Shelly had medium length brown hair and deep brown eyes. She was about 5-foot-2 and perfectly proportioned. She had a brilliant smile and, as evidenced by her attire, a nice body with medium sized breasts and a cute round butt that he had seen naked twice now.

Sarah had blonde hair and blue eyes. There was a mischievous glint to her features, like she knew something you probably didn't know and maybe didn't want to know. Then the next second she looked as innocent as a newborn kitten. She was the tallest of the trio at 5-foot-7 and the heaviest at about 120 pounds. But she was lean and tight, as Adam knew all too well. Her breasts were perky and there was no doubt she was a natural blonde.

"I've died and gone to heaven," he muttered to himself.

"You'll be in heaven in about two hours," Allie said as she bumped him with her hip. It landed mid-thigh and threw him a little off balance. "I'm going to turn you inside out this morning."

"I tried that," Sarah chimed in from down the row. "It didn't work. It won't work for you either, Stretch. You'll be the one rung out. What's your bet, Shell?"

"I'm Shelly," she said. "Rachelle is Chelle. But I think you're right. Adam will have her begging for mercy."

"Not Adam," Sarah said. "Derrick. I think we need to keep things separate."

"That's why I want a porn name," Shelly said. "I decided on Michelle because, well, you made Sahara from Sarah and she made Ashley from Allie. I didn't want you to think I was too clever for my own good."

"Fox," Adam said. "Michelle Fox."

"Two x's," Allie added. "Michelle Foxx. I think it fits."

"Me, too," Sarah said.

Shelly simply radiated happiness. She didn't think anyone had ever called her a fox before – except for a couple of immigrants looking for work who always hung out at the convenience store near her dorm. Sarah glanced around, then reached over a tweaked Shelly's nipples. They stiffened immediately.

"If you're going to hang with us, you got to keep your high-beams on," she said. "Look at Ashley. She is all nipped out. Mine have been hard since I saw Derrick waiting there. You need to look the part, Michelle. And you got a nice set on you."

Shelly glanced down at the points sticking out from her shirt. She had always been embarrassed by her nipples because they were long and pointy instead of being small and rounded.

"Wow, those are nice," Ashley said as she glanced around Adam. "Look at those, will you?"

"I've noticed them before," Adam aka Derrick answered. "And yes, they are very nice."

"I bet they're sensitive," Allie said.

"Very," Michelle replied. "If someone knows what to do with them. I used to play with them a lot when I was younger. I used to think that's why they got so big."

"Probably how Derrick got so large," Sahara joked. "Of course, if that were true, most guys would have a tree trunk between their legs. So, Ash, you ready for this morning?"

"I saw the trailer for your shoot last night," she said. "I know what I'm getting into."

The group clamored into the car – with Michelle lifting up the hem of her skirt and making sure Derrick got a good look as she got in the back seat and Sahara, seeing the interplay, lifting up her tank top to flash her boobs at him. Allie just shook her head.

"Shameless, the both of them," she said. "They're jealous. They know it will be me riding your cock this morning."

She started to stroke Derrick's arm in a most suggestive manner.

"Don't get him all hard unless you plan to deal with it," Michelle said from the back seat. "I'm hungry and we have time to stop and eat inside. We can't very well do that if he is leading the way from a foot ahead of us."

The girls giggled and the conversation took a turn for the less stimulating.

"So, we're having a cookout at the apartment Saturday," Shelly said. "You're both invited."

Sarah glanced toward the front seat.

"Uh, Adam told me a little about his living arrangements, so I guess I'll just ask," she said. "Am I invited or is Sahara Rain invited. I mean, I don't do parties and, well, I'm not interested in putting on a live show or anything."

Shelly grasped the girl's hand. It dawned on Shelly that she was probably the oldest of the group. She knew she was a month older than Adam and she imagined that Sarah and Allie were both younger, too.

"Sarah and Allie are invited," she assured her. "There might be some questions or comments from those there – probably Mary – but you will not be expected to do anything but be our friend and hang out with us. Sean and Walt will have their girlfriends there and they are both super nice. I'm sure they will stare a bit but, well, they do that with every girl from 16 to 35. It won't be personal, just gender-related."

Sarah glanced at Shelly for a moment and then to Adam.

"What about the one you don't really care for much?" she asked. Shelly answered again.

"He is no longer at the apartment," she said. "He moved back home to his Mommy and Daddy and the girl he was screwing behind my back, sort of, for the last four months. Besides, Adam didn't put up with his shit. You might have noticed, but those Midwestern farm boys know how to treat a lady."

"You ain't never lied there, Sugar," Sarah said in a voice that reminded Adam of a Southern plantation slave. "He done treated this lady real fine, ya hear."

"How was Miami?" Ashley asked. "Did you finally end up doing a shoot?"

"I did the handjob one," Sahara replied. Adam started to notice subtle differences between Ashley and Allie and Sarah and Sahara. He wondered if Shelly and Michelle would have difference, too. He didn't need to wonder long, though.

"I saw the stills," Michelle said. "Those guys look greasy and gross. They have hairy stomachs and all that. We definitely have to make sure Derrick doesn't start getting a belly on him. I'm sure between the three of us we can find a way to keep him exercised."

"Probably," Sahara said with a laugh. "Look, Derrick. I decided something on the flight. I'm not going to do scenes with anyone but you. At least not vaginal penetration. I was supposed to do the double creampie site. But I decided on the way down that I wouldn't. If they balked, I would walk. Literally, probably because I'm not sure I had enough cash to fly back. They tried to convince me but I told them I was sore because I had fucked 'an enormously large cock for almost two hours on Thursday.' I wasn't sore but I did have an enormously large cock in my little bitty slitty for that almost that long. There isn't that much difference in pay and 'Handjob Hotties' actually has a larger membership. So they agreed. Are you cool with working with me exclusively?"

Adam glanced at Ashley, who was sitting silently and staring straight ahead.

"Not you with me only," Sahara added. "Me with you. I'll still do girl-girl stuff and maybe even a three-way with the guy banging the other girl. But I don't think I want to let some producer's nephew have a go at me or do some 60-year-old man on one of those ego sites."

"Ego sites?" Michelle asked before Adam could.

"That's what they're called," Ashley said, rejoining the conversation. She was glad that Derrick wasn't going to be exclusive to Sahara. She was thinking the same thing as her friend was. She had watched the trailer the night before, too. She could picture working exclusively with Derrick, as well. "By the way, I think I want to do the same thing. We'll talk more about it after today. Anyway, Michelle..."

"She needs a nickname," Sahara said. "I'm Goob and you're Stretch. Hmm, what do you think?"

"Bashful," Ashley said. "Because she definitely is not shy."

Adam laughed aloud.

"It took her three months to talk to me at all," he said. "Let's just say she is coming out her shell a little now."

"Rabbit," Sahara offered. "The opposite of the turtle, sort of, and they are supposedly timid and scared."

"I like it," Ashley said with a smile. "Anyway, Rabbit, ego sites are pretty much what they sound like. Some guy puts up the money and stars in the shoots. The Miami thing is an ego site. Two guys saw a way to bang good looking girls without being arrested. They put up the money; they host the site; they star in the shoots; they work the cameras; they do pretty much everything. Guys with ego sites are pretty much taking over the industry. Some of them are pretty low-grade. Adam, do you remember the site I was telling you about a lunch yesterday? The one where the guy dresses girls up like teenagers and pisses on them."

Adam nodded.

"That is an ego site," she continued, ignoring the look of revulsion on Michelle's face. "One has a guy who basically pays the girl to act like a baby sitter. Another has the girl act like her car broke down. That one actually started out with three separate guys doing three separate sites and then they merged into one. Another has three old men going around and picking up young girls pretending to be down on their luck. Then there are the sites put together for some guy with a huge dick. Didn't you do a 'Hose Beast' shoot, Sahara?"