Daze in the Valley
Chapter 4

Copyright© 2010 by Jay Cantrell

Drama Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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  

Adam was in chemistry lab Monday afternoon when he felt his cell phone vibrate. The professor didn't care if you answered your phone in lab so long as you excused yourself from the room and didn't burn anything up while you were gone. He slipped outside to answer another call from an unlisted number.

"I'm trying to reach Derrick," a man's voice said.

"This is he," Adam replied. "To whom am I speaking?"

"Tate Benedict from Daystar Studios," he said. "We have a series of web sites, nothing hinky but they span the gamut. I saw a posting on PornLife about your performance for Holly Ball over the weekend. I thought I'd see if I could interest you in some work but I couldn't find you on any of the agency web sites. I called Holly and she said you rep yourself. How is that working out for you?"

"Very well, it seems," Adam said. He wasn't certain if the guy wanted to rep him or hire him. "My schedule is very limited. In fact, I'm in chem lab right now. Is there a number I can call you back, say at 3:30 or so?"

"Chem lab?" Tate asked. "Are you in high school?"

"College, USC," Adam said.

"Oh, uh, sure," Tate replied. He knew of very few college-educated porn actors. He knew a few women who had either taken classes or even graduated but most of the men he met were barely literate. "Do you have something to write with? Sure you do, you're in class. My fault."

"Actually, I don't," Adam said with chagrin. "I stepped outside to take the call. The professor is fairly cool but he doesn't want you distracted in the lab."

"I'll bet," Tate replied with a laugh. "How about if I call you at 4 p.m. Will that work? If you can't take the call, I'll leave my number on your voice mail and you can get back to me when you have a few minutes."

"OK, but I'm not interested in having any represent me," Adam said.

"And I'm not interested in representing anyone," Tate assured him. "I'm busy enough lining up talent to try to find work for some of these bums. I'll talk to you at 4, now get back to class before something explodes."

Precisely at 4 p.m., Tate Benedict called back. Adam was impressed with his punctuality, a trait he was led to believe was rare in the industry.

"Nothing on the burner?" Tate asked when Adam answered.

"Just my supper," Adam responded. "Another nutritious night of Ramen noodles. Yum-yum."

Tate chuckled. He remembered the college staple fondly. In fact, despite the fact he pulled down high six figures a year now, he still liked to have them from time to time.

"Have you had a chance to look at any of our products?" he asked.

"Not really," Adam answered. "I just got home a few minutes ago and my resident porn expert isn't here yet."

"Resident porn expert?" Tate asked in puzzlement.

"One of my roommates' girlfriends has taken it upon herself to guide my budding career," Adam said. "She has become quite the aficionado in the past weeks. What sites do you work with?"

"Several," Tate replied. "What we have in mind for you is a site called 'Frisky First Timers.'"

"Uh, 'Naughty Newbies' didn't work out so well for me, Mr. Benedict," Adam replied.

"Yeah, I heard about that when I was calling around about you," he said. "But Judy Jackem still left a glowing comment about your professionalism and your appeal under the thread Holly Ball started. So I don't think the issue was from your end. And please, call me Tate. Can I call you Derrick?"

"I probably could have handled it better," Adam admitted. "And sure, Derrick is fine."

"Pseudonyms are hard on everyone," Tate assured him. "You'll get used to it. At least you recognize the fact that things could have been handled differently. I don't have the whole story so I'm not willing to land on either side. But Holly and Judy both have good names in the business, so if you're interested, we're interest."

Adam was silent for a moment, trying to consider how to broach the next subject.

"I don't want to sound like a pain in the ass," he began.

"Which would make you rare in this business, Derrick," Tate said. "Look, everyone is a pain in the ass. Everyone I talk to has a list of demands. What are yours?"

"Well, it's just," Adam said. "OK, I won't work with anyone who performs acts of prostitution between the time she gets her Adult Medical Services (AMS) test and the time I work with her. I have a list of escorts provided by Judy Jackem and I want a condom if you want me to work with them. It's nothing personal but it is my life we're talking about."

Tate Benedict's laughter filled the phone.

"We do not, under any circumstances, work with anyone who has a test more than two days old," he said. "This industry almost went under a few years back because of what that girl brought back from Brazil and what those guys did. If we hire you, it is with sufficient notice to get re-tested. If you can't afford it, we will front you the money. But if we hire you and you show up with a test more than two days before, we send you home. You don't get paid. And I run your name down with anyone who asks about you. Now, 'Frisky First Timers' isn't about breaking someone in. Yes, it's for newcomers but it is not for debut scenes. The woman has to be in the business for less than six months. If she only works rarely, we'll go upwards to a year.

"Honestly, the guys we have to take as we can get. But we don't pair off 50-year-old men with 18-year-old girls. We have a different site for that, in fact. Just like we have a site where we pair off 40-year-old women with 18-year-old guys. Hell, if I'm honest, we probably have a site for damned near everything you can imagine. You'll be working with one of two possibilities for a shoot we'd like to do Thursday morning. Holly said Thursdays were one of the days you listed as being available. Do you have anything else booked that day?"

"Just a class at 2," Adam responded.

"OK, very few people know of you," Tate continued. "So they will run to PornLife to look you up as soon as we tell them who they are working with. The woman will either be Ashley Malibu or Candy Essence. Ashley can be troublesome, I've heard. But the last few scenes she has shot have gone well, so I'll risk it. I think Ashley has been around a few months, maybe a couple dozen scenes and one or two features. Candy is newer. She has three scenes that I know of. They both have a good reputation – just like you do. In fact, the only person to say anything negative about Ashley is us at Daystar and a couple of douche bags who run down everyone. Do you have a problem with either of them?"

Adam perused his list and found neither of them on what Judy had provided to him.

"No, both would be fine," Adam said. Tate's laughter rang out again.

"Don't get greedy," he joked. "You'll have your shot at a twofer soon, I'll bet. By the way, we have a site for that – 'Double Decker Debs.'"

"I meant either would be fine with me," Adam corrected.

"Do you want to take a minute to look them up?" Tate asked. "I mean, Ashley is cute as bug but Candy is just OK. Does that matter?"

"Why should it?" Adam wondered. "Look, Tate, I've seen some of the male trolls this business trots out. If the girls can work with those guys, I should offer the same consideration to the girls. Besides, who am I?"

"Actually, you're a guy on his way up," Tate answered. "We can get you early and maybe build a solid relationship that carries over to when you're in high demand. I don't go to these lengths with most male performers. It isn't worth it because none of them will be able to find work without me, if I put my mind to it. But you got raves from two of the toughest and most respected women in the business. Let me read this to you."

The was a pause while Adam heard keys clicking on the computer.

"Hellfire," Tate said. "Alonzo Cruz just posted something about you. Do you know him?"

"No, never heard of him," Adam said in confusion.

"Oh, it's from the girl you worked with Saturday," Tate amended. "This portion of the site is only open to producers or directors. It's not for the general public or performers. It's a place where we can give an honest critique about performers without hurting their feelings or damaging their egos. I can't believe Alonzo let that girl post. But it says a few minutes later that it was posted with his permission. So, Sahara Rain thinks you are worth my effort too. She says, and I quote, 'A thorough professional graced with wit and charm. He makes the female feel secure and appreciated. I will work with him any opportunity I get.'"

"That's nice," Adam said with genuine appreciation. "She was very good, too. I mean, it was mostly the way Sahara, Holly and Randy set things up that accomplished what they were looking for. She's a nice girl and real sweetheart."

"Wow," Tate said. "Most compliments from male performers come along the lines of 'she's a hot little cunt' or 'she has a great mouth on her.' Sorry, that was crude. So, are you set for cash? Do you need me to have a courier bring you money for the test? I would prefer you not get it until tomorrow or Wednesday."

"No, I'm good on money for now, thanks though," Adam said. "Uh, how much does this pay?"

"You get to bone a hot girl and you want paid, too," Tate joked. "Web standard. You'll be here for about an hour-and-a-half but we say two hours. We pay you $350. If we keep you longer – for instance if the girl is late or no-shows, we pay you a hundred dollars for any portion of an hour you're with is. So if it takes a two hours and one minute, you get an extra hundred. If we cancel after you arrive but in the first two hours, you get $150. Each portion of every hour is another $25. If we cancel that morning but before you leave your house, you get $100. Does that work for you?"

"Yeah, that's great," Adam said. "Thanks. Where do you want me and what time on Thursday? Also, how should I dress?"

"Our studio is in Van Nuys," Tate said. "We shoot from here for that site. Dress is casual. We would prefer you don't show up in cutoff sweats and flip-flops, but, let's be honest, you're window dressing. If you can help get a knockout scene out of another young actress, you'll be in demand in no time at all. That is what is in this for you."

He paused.

"Well, that and banging a hot chick who knows how to fuck," Tate added with a laugh. "If I were only 30 years younger, 60 pounds lighter and five inches bigger. By the way, you should contact the industry database and start a page. You can use Holly and Janet as confirmation or me, if you want. Take care, Derrick."

"See you Thursday, Tate," Adam responded.

"Nah, I just handle the talent," he said. "My heart would give out if I sat in on any of the action. My son actually takes care of the production. Don't worry, he's a decent kid and he knows I'll kick his ass if he screws up."


Tuesday morning brought another phone call. Adam started to worry he would go over his month allotment of minutes if this kept up. He probably hadn't received a dozen phone calls in the preceding six months.

"Hi, may I speak to Derrick, please," a female voice asked politely. She had a hint of a New England accent.

"This is Derrick," Adam said, feeling foolish about using a fake name.

"Uh, hi, well, you don't know me but we're supposed to work together this week," the voice told him. "I'm Ashley."

"Hi, Ashley, it's nice to talk to you," Adam responded. "Do you mind if I ask how you got my number? I'm not angry, but well, I don't want it out everywhere."

"Oh, Sarah gave it to me yesterday," Ashley said. "I mean Sahara. You know who I mean. I was with her in Miami until late last night. I found out yesterday we've been booked together. She told me about how nice you were and she suggested I should give you a call beforehand. Is that OK?"

"That's fine, Ashley," Adam told her. "I didn't mean to be a jerk about it."

"Oh, you weren't," Ashley assured him. "And I understand completely. Outside of my rep – well, and now you – no one has my number in this industry. If they want to speak to me, they can call my agency. You run into some creepy motherfuckers in this town."

Adam laughed.

"Well, I'm glad I'm not dumped into that category just yet," he said. "Of course, that might change after Thursday but I hope not."

"Oh, I don't think it will," Ashley said. "Uh, well, Sarah sort of slipped up and told me your name. Is it OK if I call you Adam?"

"Sure, that's fine," he said. He didn't ask for her name, not wanting to be placed in the "creepy" category.

"My name is really Allie Timmons," she said without prompting.

"It's nice to meet you, Allie," Adam said. "How was your flight back?"

"Long," she said. "They pay your way but you wind up stopping in Charlotte, Pittsburgh, Chicago, Dallas and Las Vegas before you land here. I should have just dropped $200 and upgraded to a direct flight but I was too cheap. I figured I had the time and I could catch up on my sleep. Have you ever been to Miami?"

"I've never been much of anywhere," Adam said. "Until I came to L.A. to school, I had never left Missouri. Well, I was in Arkansas once but it was Arkansas so I try to forget."

"Sarah said you're at USC," she said. "How is that working? I mean, doing this and doing that?"

"It's OK," Adam replied. "I go to school full time. My tuition, books and housing are paid for by a scholarship. I worked at a coffee shop and at a copy shop for spending money but it just wasn't cutting it here. So one of my friends suggested I give this a shot. It's been OK. I've made a thousand dollars in a week and I guess I'll make $350 more Thursday."

"You only get $350?" Allie asked. "I get $600. That's not fair."

Adam laughed.

"Well, I get to see you naked and you have to see me naked," he joked. "That makes up for the disparity is cash. I figured the extra money is like hazardous duty pay for you."

"Sarah told me I would not be disappointed," Allie responded. "I think you should hit them up for a bigger paycheck. Believe me, they do not pay extra for dealing with assholes."

"I was told a girl got paid extra for anal," he said with a laugh.

"You're awful," she replied. "But yeah, that's true. Still, I think it would cost a hell of a lot more than a hundred bucks for someone to stick a telephone pole up my butt. How big are you, anyway? I asked Sarah and she just said, 'well hung.'"

Adam found himself blushing.

"Well, uh, at best estimates, I am about nine inches long – a little less, say eight-and-three-quarters inches – and about three inches around. Judy Jackem said I was about the same size around as her wrist. Does that help?"

"Holy shit!" Allie said. "Are you for real?"

"I think so," he confirmed. "I know there are lots of guys in the business bigger than me."

"Not hardly," Allie said. "Look, sure, there are some real freaks in the biz. I mean 11 or 12 inches. But those guys can't get real hard and they aren't as big around as a baseball bat. Sarah said you were really gentle. I like a nice big cock as much as the next girl. Well, probably more than the next dozen girls. You know what I mean. But promise me you won't be rough, no matter what the director wants."

"I won't be rough," Adam assured her. "I'm not even sure I know how to be rough."

"Well, I did a 'Hose Beast' scene, do you know those?" she asked.

"I saw one of them last week," Adam said. "That is how I know there are guys a lot bigger than me. I don't think I saw yours though."

"I walked out," Allie said tentatively. "I'm only 5-foot tall and I weigh about 90 pounds. This guy came out, with no preparation, and tried to stuff the whole thing inside me. He is a complete and total fucking loser. You know why they never show his face? Because he has zits and glasses and a cheesy moustache. He has absolutely no redeeming features. He didn't even speak to me until I pushed him away. Then he told me to get back on the couch like a good little whore and let him fuck me. Can you believe that? Since then, I'm a little choosy about who I do. If Sarah hadn't said such nice things about you, I never would have agreed."

"I promise, I will do everything in my power to make sure you are not uncomfortable," Adam said. "If it seems as though it won't work, we won't do it. I didn't realize you were so small. I guess I should have but I was busy last night and didn't get the chance to look you up. But you should know, one of my roommates' girlfriends says you are the cutest thing she's ever seen. if that is any consolation."

Allie giggled slightly.

"Honestly, if this doesn't work out, I'm probably going to go to girl-girl only," she confessed. "It doesn't pay as well but at least I'll be able to walk the next day."

"Unless they try to stuff a huge freakin' dildo in you," Adam pointed out. "I saw one where some girl took something that had to be five or six inches around. That could not have been pleasant."

"With the right preparation, almost anything can go in there," Allie said. "I mean, babies come out of them. The key is to take the time to make sure there is lubrication and stimulation. Let me get accustomed to the size before more is added. That's all I'm really asking."

"Sounds like common consideration to me," Adam replied.

There was silence for a moment.

"Do you want to get together for coffee tomorrow?" Allie asked. "There is a nice little shop down the street from me. We can chat a little more and maybe we'll be more comfortable on Thursday."

Adam pondered his schedule. Wednesdays were tight but a short coffee break wouldn't hurt unless Allie lived clear across the city.

"Well, I'm getting my test in the morning before class," he said. "I have class at 9 and 10 and another 6:30. Do you mind afternoon coffee?"

"Oh, shit," Allie said. "I have to get my test done. I meant to do that today but I fell asleep. I just got tested Friday but I know they'll throw a fit if it's that long. Crap!"

"How about if we meet at the AMS clinic at 11:30?" Adam wondered. "We can get tested at the same time. Go have lunch and hang out for a while and then pick them up later. Will that work? I'm not sure what your schedule is like."

"That will be fine," Allie said. "One more thing: could you send me a picture so I know what you look like? Sarah tried to describe you but all I got from her was really tall and strong. Oh and 'well hung.'"

There was a giggle across the line.

"I meant to sit down last night and do my database profile but I got sidetracked," Adam admitted. "Sure, I'll see what I've got available. Do you want me to e-mail it?"

"Just send it to my phone," Allie said.

Adam paused.

"I don't know how to do that," he confessed. "I'm not even sure I can do that with my phone. I'm not up to date on a lot of things. I lived on a farm for 18 years before coming to the big city."

Allie giggled again and gave him her e-mail address.

"That is a state secret so don't go sharing it," she jokingly advised. "Unless you want to give it to your friend who thinks I'm cute. Then maybe, if she promises to send naked pictures."

Adam shook his head. He could not see Shelly Smith ever sending naked pictures across the internet. Although it was not an unpleasant thought at all.

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