Daze in the Valley
Chapter 3

Copyright© 2010 by Jay Cantrell

Drama Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Adam Walters is a 19-year-old farm boy going to college in the big city. Reeling from the deaths of his parents and struggling with the financial hardship those deaths bring, he takes the advice of a friend and enters the porn world. With the aid of his pals - and some exceptional young women - Adam helps to transform a business known for wicked excess and questionable integrity into a stable, profitable enterprise. Note: Codes represent only physical acts between main characters

Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Mult   Consensual   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Humor   Safe Sex   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Sex Toys   Size   Slow  

Derrick sat behind the desk in the dimly lit room. It was bright enough to see him but little else. Sahara walked in carrying a candle.

"I thought you were still here too," she said. "I found this in the dining area."

As she sat the candle on the desk, the lights in the room lifted slightly.

"You're lucky you didn't kill yourself getting there," Derrick said. "How have you been? I haven't seen you since you got transferred to Mr. Dawson."

Sahara rolled her eyes dramatically.

"He's lucky his dad owns the company or he would be unemployed," Sahara said. She wasn't a very good actress but she wasn't a ham, either. She definitely was no worse than Derrick.

"Same here," Derrick said. "Any idea how long the power will be off?"

"None," Sahara replied. "It looks as if they're out all over the city. The phones are dead and the cell towers must be jammed. I just getting a message telling me to try again later."

"Me, too," Derrick answered. He pulled open a desk drawer and offered Sahara a candy bar. "I have a stash so at least we won't starve."

Sahara laughed and took the candy but didn't open it.

"I was in the middle of nuking my dinner when the lights went off," she complained. "So much for that. Oh well, someone will find my half-baked potato Monday morning, I guess. So, how's Wendy?"

"Gone," Derrick said with downcast eyes. "She got fed up with me being here three nights a week. How about your guy, Brad isn't it?"

Sahara shrugged.

"Same song," she said. "If I was here, I couldn't be with him making sure he didn't try to bang half the city. I dumped him about three or four months ago. No big loss."

She chuckled.

"I mean, really, no big loss," she continued, holding her fingers only an inch or two apart. "Sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

Derrick smiled. In a normal porn flick, he would simply stand up and unzip his fly. Sahara would have been so overwhelmed at the size of his cock, she would have dropped to her knees and begged him to fuck her. Derrick was thankful this wasn't a typical video. Holly had wanted to make sure the audience understood that the pair were not committed to others. They were single. The market the video would shoot for wasn't adulterers. It was couples.

"You know," Sahara said. "Ms. Winters used to keep a bottle of booze in her bottom drawer – for medicinal purpose, you know. I wonder if it's still there. I could do with a drink, especially since it appears that we're destined to spend half of Friday night in here. What do you think?"

"Worth a shot," Derrick replied.

The videographer shot them from the side until they reached the door and Holly called, "Cut!"

Derrick was surprised when Randy moved forward and marked the spots where they stood. After a drink of water, Derrick and Sahara retook their spots and videographer backed through the door and off to the side. Sahara bent over to rummage in the bottom draw as Derrick dutifully looked at the skirt that stretched tight across her butt. The videographer caught Sahara glancing up to make certain Derrick was looking. A slight smile crossed her lips.

She pulled out a decanter filled with what Derrick knew to be colored water but only one glass.

"I guess old Trudy doesn't mind drinking alone," Derrick ad libbed. Sahara laughed.

"Guess not," she said, adapting to the change well. "But I do. Do you mind sharing a glass with me?"

She deftly pulled them back to the script without problem.

"Are you sure you know where my mouth has been?" Derrick asked.

"You don't kiss enough ass, that should be obvious," Sahara replied. "Neither of us do – otherwise we wouldn't be hanging out here on a Friday night."

Derrick chuckled.

"Too true," he said. "Well, as they say, 'Ladies first.'"

"I've always wondered who 'they' are," Sahara said after she gulped down the water – and made a suitable face to imply it was alcohol. "Ug, what is this stuff? I thought it was whisky."

Derrick took the decanter and sniffed.

"Scotch, I think," he said. "They say it is an acquired taste."

"Back to 'they' again," Sahara joked. "Really, who are these 'they' guys?"

"I think they prefer the term 'homosexual, '" Derrick deadpanned with a slight lisp. "'They' guys is passé."

He took a small sip of the water and made a face.

"Yeah, quicker is better," Sahara said.

There was a pause.

"Well, at least with some things," she with a smirk. "In other things, I like it slow and easy most of the time."

Derrick finished the glass and handed it back across with a shudder. He stuck his tongue out in apparent disgust at the taste.

"Screw it," Sahara said as she slid onto the floor. "Let's just drink from the decanter. We'll leave enough in the bottom so the old lush thinks she finished it."

She took a large gulp from the decanter.

"Maybe we could do her a favor and water it down some," Derrick replied as he sat down beside Sahara.

"Wonder what else is in her drawers," Sahara said. Derrick gave her a meaningful glance.

"Ooh, not those drawers," she said with a slight drunken giggle. She passed the container to Derrick who made a face but took another drink.

"You know, it tastes better with your lip gloss," he said. "It is strawberry or raspberry? I couldn't tell."

Sahara took another drink. The decanter was almost empty now.

"Want another taste?" she asked.

When Derrick replied in the affirmative, she didn't hand the bottle back but instead pulled him down for a kiss. They didn't immediately strip off their clothes and start humping on the floor. They kissed and touched each other for several minutes. Derrick stroked Sahara's cheek and her neck as they kissed. They didn't immediately stuff a tongue in the other's mouth. They worked up to it.

After minutes of kissing and touching, Sahara stood up and unbuttoned her blouse. She didn't have a lacy chemise beneath, but instead, a normal but attractive white bra.

"Let me," Derrick said. The script had ended. The rest of the scene would be done without direction unless direction was called for.

He kissed Sahara's shoulders as he slipped the blouse down her arms. Her skin was warm and smelled wonderful. She had just a light hint of vanilla.

Sahara nuzzled against Derrick's ear and kissed his neck. She really liked the way he felt against her. He was strong but he was gentle. She was enjoying this far more than she thought she would. She probably wouldn't have even needed the lubrication she used on her pussy, she decided.

Thirty minutes later, Derrick pulled out of Sahara's wet sheath and ejaculated across her pubic hair and stomach. Sahara was sweating but happy. She had never managed a real orgasm while filming a scene with a guy. But this time she had cum three times. Her first was when Derrick was licking her clit. He had a nice tongue, better than the last girl-girl scene she'd shot.

The real fireworks started when he entered her. Derrick's cock was huge. It wasn't as big as some of the ridiculously oversized ones she'd seen but it was easily the biggest one she had taken – on screen or in real life. Yet he was gentle. He didn't just grab her hips and stuff it home. He had let her sit on his lap and guide the motion.

He had no way of knowing that it was Sahara's favorite way or the way she gained stimulation easiest. The whole time they had sex, Derrick continually kissed her – either her lips or her shoulders or her breasts. His hands had roamed freely over her torso but he didn't smack her ass or maul her tits. When it came time for him to cum, he wasn't forceful in manhandling her to where he wanted her. He whispered softly in her ear that he was ready. When he pulled out of her pussy, Sahara took his member and jerked him off the rest of the way.

Unlike some guys, he didn't take five minutes to get to the last hurdle. In only seconds, she felt warm cum on her stomach and then on her hands. Then, she gently guided him back into her pussy as he leaned down and kissed her softly.

They were almost unaware of their audience until the applause started. Then both looked at the other sheepishly. Adam blushed scarlet and he saw a flush across Sahara's pale chest.

A few minutes later, after they cleaned up, the pair was side by side again.

"That was great," she said softly. "I really enjoyed that."

"Me, too," Adam said. "I mean, I didn't feel like I was acting, you know. You're very good. I mean, you know. You're beautiful, but you really seemed like you were into it. Thanks, it made it a lot easier for me."

Sahara leaned up and kissed Adam again.

"No, Derrick," she said softly. "I mean, I really enjoyed that. I was really into it. It was fantastic – maybe the best ever. I don't mean the best scene I ever did. That is easy. I mean ... The. Best. Ever."

"Oh, uh, um," Adam stammered. "I would have to say the same. I mean, I don't have a lot of experience. What I mean is that, well, you're definitely the most beautiful woman I've ever been with – and the most responsive."

Sahara smiled at how cute the guy was. Most of the men she had worked with would have slapped her on the ass and asked to get together later.

"Can I give you my number?" she asked. "I mean, you are a really nice guy. They are rare in this business, I can tell you. I don't mean to get together to, uh, well, fuck. I mean get together to hang out. I don't have very many friends out here."

"Sure," Adam replied. "By the way, my name is Adam. You don't have to give me yours. I understand about privacy. But if we hang out, I'll be Adam Walters and not Derrick Driller."

Sahara smiled broadly.

"Sarah," she said as she extended a hand. "Not Sahara. It was an easy stretch. Sarah Lewis from Lambert, Washington."

"Adam Walters from Corinth, Missouri," he said shaking hers. "Do you want to grab a burger later?"

"I would but I'm flying to Miami for a shoot," she said. "I'll call you when I get back."

Their conversation was interrupted by Holly Ball, who put her arms around them both.

"That was wonderful," she gushed. "I'm sorry that I don't have a better shower set up. We rigged what we could. I haven't seen the playback but from what I watched it was spectacular. It might be the most realistic scene we've shot for this product. I hope you both will consider working with us again."

"I will," Adam said quickly. "Honestly, it was about a thousand times better than what I thought it would be. Of course, Sahara and I had a chance to talk a little beforehand. I think that helped immensely and, so you know, the shower was cleaner than my apartment."

"I agree," Sarah said. "With both parts, not about the shower, although it was fine. This whole set felt like I was among friends, you know. Derrick came in and he was charming and funny. It really put me at ease. If this goes well, maybe we can do a sequel or something. You know, where they start dating and then sneak away to do it on her boss' desk."

Holly appeared to be considering something for a moment.

"I can see that," she said with a nod. "I can definitely see that. It has great potential for several vignettes. Well, it was nice to work with both of you. I'll have to give Judy a call and thank her for directing you my way, Derrick. As for you, Sahara, you just keep getting better. I watched the last two or three things you've done before I casted you. Each one was better than the one before it."

"I think I'll have a hard time topping this one," Sarah said with a slight blush. "I mean, I got off. Not once but three times! By the time it was over, I forgot you were even there. It was really like I was in a fantasy. Now I'm off to Miami to do a shoot with 'Hidden Treasures.' That should be a real reality check. But I agreed to do it and they are paying my way back and forth, so I'll do it."

"'Hidden Treasures?'" Adam asked.

"Internal cumshot," Holly supplied. "It's another niche market."

"There are two guys," Sarah said, looking downward. "I mean, not at the same time. But one after the other. They blow their load in my pussy and I drip it out again. It's all POV, point-of-view. They hold the camera and film it themselves. Like I said, it pays well. They have another site called 'Swallow Your Pride.' Basically the same two guys cum in a girl's mouth and she swallows it. They wanted me to do a scene for each of them but I told them it was one or none. I'm getting a pretty big following on the web so they agreed. But I'm sure they will try to convince me once I'm there. I'll let my rep handle it. What's next for you, Derrick?"

"Uh, I don't know," he admitted. "This was just sort of a test run. I plan to pick and choose what I do pretty carefully. I mean, I already made enough money this week that I can pay my share of the utility bill and my car insurance. My big expenses – tuition, rent and books – are covered by my scholarship."

Sarah looked up quickly.

"You're in college?" she asked.

Adam nodded.

"I'm a sophomore at USC," he said. "I'm studying business. I only can work on Tuesday and Thursday mornings, Tuesday evenings and Saturdays. That limits me. I also can't travel unless it's summer or I'm on break."

Holly smiled.

"See, I told you people can do both," she said softly. "You should consider it, even part time. I waited until I was done to start back and I'm enjoying it."

"Where do you go?" Adam asked.

"I'm just taking night classes at a junior college," she said. "I needed some accounting and management courses and I'm taking a film study class. I've learned a lot in only the few months I've been going. Judy is taking them, too. That's where we really got to know each other. I mean, we shot a half dozen scenes where I ate her out or shared a load but we never shared a cup of coffee until we both quit."

Adam felt himself blush and Holly pinched his cheek.

"I can see why Judy likes you so much," she said. "You're adorable. I can't wait to see her Tuesday night. I might stay up the next few days and put the finished product together just so I can show her. Well, I need you two to sign your releases and to give you your money. Thanks again. It was really nice to work with you both."

As they stepped outside, Adam noticed only one other car in the lot.

"Do you need a ride home?" he asked. "I mean, at least in the general vicinity if you don't want me to know where you live."

Sarah smiled. She had planned to call a taxi, pick up a few things and head to the airport for her flight to Miami.

"Do you mind?" she asked.

Adam shook his head.

"How are you getting to LAX?" he wondered. "A taxi ride would cost you a ton. Does the bus even run on weekends?"

"I manage," Sarah said. "My rep usually makes arrangements but she is out of town this weekend. I really wanted to do this shoot, so I caught a ride out. I can catch a ride to the airport, too. A taxi won't be that bad and I'll make the Miami guys spring for it."

"I could give you a lift," he said as he patted his pocket. "Thanks to you, I have about $500 in gas money that I wouldn't normally have and a way to get more."

Sarah chuckled a bit.

"Thanks to me?" she wondered.

Adam tilted his head slightly.

"Well, truthfully, I decided after Thursday I would never do this again," he said. "If you had acted anything like that woman, I would have left here today and never looked back. Now I realized that four of the seven people I've met in the business are nice. Sure, the other three are assholes but that is probably a lower percentage than in society as a whole."

"Who are the assholes?" Sarah asked.

"I'm not sure it's good to name drop," he replied. "You might have worked with them and liked them or you'll want to work with them in the future. I don't want to skew your perceptions of them."

"If we're going to be friends, you'll probably skew my perception of them eventually," she said. "And it might keep me from making a big mistake."

"The guy was Tony Armani," Adam started.

"Enough said," Sarah interrupted. "I saw one of his shoots. I would have to be really desperate to work with him."

"Well, the actress was Amber Weaves," Adam said eventually. "She was hooking in Reno then night before she came to a scene. Her card was six days old at that point, so I refused to work without a rubber."

"My card is five days old," Sarah pointed out. "I got tested this morning but I had to run out here before they could print the card. A girl from the agency picked it up for me after she dropped me here."

Adam bit the inside of his lip.

"What?" she asked.

"A friend of mine put together a list of known escorts in the business," Adam confessed. "If your name had been on it, I would have worn a condom. I have decided that I won't work with anyone who does that sort of thing unless their card is from that day. And if they look, smell and act like Amber Weaves, I'm not working with them even then. I wasn't sure who I would work with today. I forgot to ask. But I brought the $150 I got from Thursday in case I had to bail on Holly. I would have, too, if I recognized your name from the list. Sorry. I hope that doesn't hurt your feelings."

"Not in the least," Sarah said. "Actually, I like it. Can you get me a copy of the list? It doesn't help for everyone because some women – and men – don't advertise and others are junkies who might have shared a needle the hour before. But it will help some."

Sarah directed Adam to her apartment. It was fairly nice but not grand. Still, it was nicer than the one he shared with three other guys.

"You wanna come up?" she asked. "We can talk some more while I wait for the cab."

"I can drive you," Adam assured her. "I really don't mind. I've enjoyed chatting with you and I've learned a great deal about things from you."

"Ha!" Sarah responded. "I've learned as much from you as you have from me. Sure, I'll ride to the airport with you. But I'm paying you $50 in gas money. You can sit at the computer and put together a decent looking receipt for me to present to the agency in Miami while I grab the rest of my stuff. I'll just say I hired a private car for the trip. Fifty bucks won't faze them after airfare and what they're paying me to show up."

Adam's three roommates and two of their girlfriends were waiting for him when he got home.

"How did it go?" Sean asked. He was the lone guy who didn't appear to be overly excited about the prospect of having a porn star for a roommate.

"Pretty well, actually," Adam answered. "Where is Rachelle? I don't want to have to repeat myself for her."

"Studying until 10," Sean answered. "And you won't get a free pass until she gets here so spill it."

Adam told them about how different the atmosphere was and how different the performer was from his first foray into the adult industry. Mary hopped up and came back with her laptop, which she immediately pointed at the adult film industry database to look up Sahara Rain.

"Wow, she's hot," Walt said, earning a slap on the arm from Mary, his girlfriend. "What, you saw Adam's dangler and I not allowed to check out Sahara's shakers?"

"It was not dangling when I saw it," Mary said playfully. "And you can check them out but not comment on them."

"This from the girl whose eloquent reply was 'Jesus Christ, Adam, is that fucking thing even real?'," Walt replied.

The problem with four guys sharing a three-bedroom apartment was that two people had to double up. For the first half of the semester Sean and Eric had shared the largest bedroom. For the second half of the semester, it was Walt and Adam.

Adam didn't have any problem with Mary staying over. She and Walt didn't screw in front of him and she was a pleasant person to have around. The only problem came the first weekend of shared accommodations when Adam sat on the edge of his bed still groggy after awakening.

Mary was only a few feet from him and opened up her eyes to see his cock – erect with a piss hardon – had slipped through the fly of his boxer shorts. Thus, her comment. It was later that weekend when Mary and Walt approached Adam.

Each knew his financial hardships. The money from his parents estate had barely paid to bury them. It didn't leave much for Adam; his sister had seen to that. Financial aid was based upon income from the previous year, so Adam was unable to get much help from any governmental agency. His sister was too far in her own world to offer any aid – even if she would have. So he was on his own – and Los Angeles is a hell of lot more expensive than Missouri.

"So, tell us about the scene," Shelly said. She was the least likely person, in Adam's mind, to be interested in pornography. She was shy and blushed at the slightest rude comment. But she was probably his favorite of all his roommates' girlfriends, although he thought highly of them all.

Adam told them about the setup as Mary tried – in vain – to find something of Dazzle Videos to compare it to.

"Are you sure they are legit?" she asked. "There is absolutely nothing on any of these sites. Let me check the database."

"They have people who search for any uploads of their content," Adam said. "Then they contact the host and demand its removal and the IP address of the uploader. The uploader gets a cease and desist letter and threats of copyright infringement. I doubt you'll find much unless you want to buy it outright."

Mary shot him a look. She was the resident computer guru of the group. There was nothing she couldn't find, steal or hack on the internet.

"I found their official site," she said. "Oh, look at this. 'We Punish Pirates.'"

She read Dazzle's spiel about how they conduct business and appeared horrified.

"It's, it's un-American," she sputtered. The rest of the group laughed.

"Yes, dear," Walt said. "Ensuring your profits is an un-American as Hugo Chavez."

"You know what I mean," she insisted. "Let's look at the trailers."

Adam was sitting across the table from them and saw all their eyes glance to him at once.

"Uh, Dude," Sean tried but shook his head and went silent.

"It's an ass-fucking site," Eric said. He was the least discreet of the quartet. "It's a site about guys fucking other guys in the ass. Please tell me you did not need money badly enough to blow some dude. I would have loaned it to you."

"No!" Adam said. "Check the other links. There is a guy-guy section but there is also a girl-girl and a couples section. Look for those."

The group looked for a moment but found nothing. Adam felt their eyes upon him again. He sighed and pulled out his phone. He knew Sarah was probably though security and awaiting her flight. He dialed her number.

"Hi, it's Adam," he said when she answered.

"I'm not back from Miami yet," Sarah laughed. "But you just couldn't wait to call me."

"I was worried you gave me a fake number," Adam joked. "Uh, well, I'm here with my roommates and their girlfriends. They are on the Dazzle web site and they seem to think I spent my afternoon with a guy. Would you mind disavowing them of that thought?"

"Why should I do that?" she said. "Did I forget to mention that I am a post-op transsexual?"

"What!?" Adam said. Sarah burst out in laughter.

"I'm kidding," she said. "Holy shit, I wish I could see your face. Sure, let me talk to one of them."

Adam extended the phone and he was surprised when Shelly grabbed it.

"Hi, this is Shelly, to whom am I speaking?" she asked. She paused for a moment then laughed. "Yes, I would say mortified is a good description. What did you say to him?"

Shelly was nodding her head gravely.

"I see," she said. "And when did you decide you were a woman trapped in a man's body?"

The rest of the table alternated between looking at Shelly and looking at Adam.

"That must have been painful for you," Shelly said with a smirk across the table. "Well, yes, I can understand your reluctance to tell someone that just before he was about to 'plow the shit out of you' as you describe it."

Suddenly she burst out in laughter, tears rolling down her face.

"I'm sorry, Sahara, I can't do it anymore," she said between fits. "If you had gotten Mary or even Walt, they could have kept his up for much longer. Thanks, I'll have them look there for it. Have a good flight. I'll tell him. Bye."

She hung up the phone and handed it back to Adam with a grin.

"Sahara Rain is a female and has been a female all of her life," she said. "She joked with Adam a moment ago that she was a transsexual and she told me about it. She asked me to continue the joke, which I did for a long as I could. She said to add 'slash couples' at the end of the web address. There is a link but it is at the bottom of the page. Incidentally, she said she was well satisfied with our boy's performance and that I should check him out if I were single."

She shot a glance at Eric, her boyfriend. Adam knew Eric had made private comments about breaking up with Shelly. It appeared that word had reached Shelly's ears.

"She also said she would see you when she is back from Miami," Shelly continued. Adam noticed she wasn't blushing.

Mary, in the meantime, had accessed the correct web page and was playing a trailer for the rest of the group, minus Eric, who appeared to be sulking.

"Wow, that's different from what we've seen before," Sean said. "I think this is the difference between eroticism and pornography."

"The difference is between using a feather or using a whole chicken," Shelly said.

The table, minus Eric again, laughed at her joke.

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