Daze in the Valley
Chapter 5

Copyright© 2010 by Jay Cantrell

Drama Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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 arrived at the clinic a little after 11. It was only a few blocks from campus but his parking meter had expired anyway, so he drove. He waited outside for the arrival of a short, red-haired girl with green eyes. The picture of Ashley Malibu on the industry database was not a good one. It actually looked like a screen shot taken from one of her videos.

She was much cuter than he expected when she stepped off the bus. She spotted him instantly, smiled, and became even prettier. He could understand why Shelly thought Ashley was adorable.

He finally got an indication of how small she was when she stopped in front of him. She walked up until she stood almost chest to chest – well, chest to navel anyway – then tilted her head back and looked directly up him. She barely came to his midsection.

"Hello, Lurch," she said. "I think that will be my nickname for you."

"OK, Morticia," he replied.

"I think I am more of a Tuesday," she joked. "Well, shall we go inside and see if it is safe for us to fornicate tomorrow?"

"I believe we shall," Adam replied. "I am all about safe fornication with munchkins."

"If you're not careful, I'll bite you on your knee," Allie said with a giggle. "OK, enough with the tall and short jokes. Let's get this over with and go have lunch. I woke up late and barely had time to shower before the bus came. I didn't even have my morning caffeine hit yet."

They gave their sample to the nurse who promised them she would have results by 3 p.m. and then stood outside to pick a place to eat.

"Anywhere is fine," Adam said. "I have my car. I mean, you can have a ride if you want."

"I'll get my ride tomorrow," Allie jibed as she elbowed him in the hip. "Actually, I do want to try that tomorrow. You standing up and me wrapped around your waist."

"Well, we still have to see if it will work out," Adam said.

"I e-mailed Sarah yesterday after we talked," Allie said. "She told me that if you were even a little bit as sweet as you were with her, I would be fine. So I'm not worried. But yes, since you took Sarah to the airport and didn't kidnap, rob and rape her, I think I am safe riding with you. I feel like a roast beef sub."

"You look like a roast beef sub," Adam said automatically, then the image of Amber Weaves droopy pussy lips hit his brain and he decided that is what they looked like – undercooked roast beef. He shuddered.

"Don't like roast beef?" Allie asked.

"Not anymore, I don't think," Adam said. "Until about 30 seconds ago, I can say it was one of my favorites. Now I don't think I'll ever look at it the same again."

"Because I look like a roast beef sub?" Allie asked as she got in his car.

"No, because something disgusting I saw last week reminded me of undercooked roast beef," Adam admitted.

They continued the conversation until they reached the Sub Hut where they placed their orders and sat. Then the conversation picked up again.

"So, where are you from?" Adam wondered. "I detect a slight Northeast accent."

"I've been trying to lose it," Allie said with a blush.

"You should keep it," Adam replied. "Make folks think they're dealing with a Harvard girl."

Allie shook her head sadly.

"More like a high school dropout from Wellington, New Hampshire," she said. "I probably couldn't find Harvard with a map."

"Me either," Adam said with smile. "But thanks to GPS technology, we don't need a map."

Allie returned his smile. She had worried that he would look down at her for her lack of education. Sarah said she didn't think so but then again Sarah had been valedictorian of her high school class. Allie had been nothing but an average student before she quit school in the middle of her senior year to head to L.A.

"I think you must live near me," Adam said. He noticed that Allie seemed to withdraw when he mention her past. He could see that the fact she didn't finish high school bothered her.

"Why?" she asked.

"I ride the same bus downtown when I can't afford gas money," he answered. "The coffee shop you were talking about near your place, is it Reece's?"

Allie's eyes widened.

"Yes," she said with a smile. "That is pretty cool."

"I live about two blocks up from there," Adam told her. "In the Falmouth Apartments."

"You do not!" Allie exclaimed.

"I don't?" Adam rejoined with a grin. "But that is where I go home to every night. If I don't live there, my roommates are going to be awfully pissed off when they find out. Hell, I'm going to be pissed off. That means I'll have to sleep in my car."

"Well, it looks like you might already sleep in your car," Allie joked. "What building do you live in?"

"Seven," he answered. "I live in 724. The last apartment on the left on the second floor."

"Well, I live in Four," Allie replied. "I live in 412. The last apartment on the right on the first floor. I could probably have looked in your window while I was talking to you."

"Now, let's not start the window looking talk," Adam joked. "I have three roommates and their girlfriends are there 80 percent of the time. It is hard to tell what you might see."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Allie wondered.

"I can't see any woman allowing me to participate in this business if she were my girlfriend," Adam responded. "Can you?"

"A lot of the guys have girlfriends," she said. "Some of the girls don't know what they do but others do and they seem to be OK with it. Most all the girls have boyfriends – of one sort or another."

Adam shook his head.

"Well, I don't have a girlfriend," he said. "I split with my last one just after Christmas. How about you?"

"Girlfriend or boyfriend?" Allie asked with a raised eyebrow. "The answer is the same – no. I dated a guy before I started to do this but he was too much of a leech. So we split up about five months ago."

"I can't believe I've never seen you around the complex," Adam said with a shake of his head. "I would definitely have noticed you."

Allie tilted her head forward with a smirk.

"I mean, I would notice you because you're pretty and, well, OK, you're hot," Adam said with a blush. "I probably wouldn't have had the nerve to speak to you, but I would have noticed you. Who are your roommates? All those places are three-bedroom, aren't they?"

Allie sighed and studied her sandwich.

"When I was back home, I used to sneak across the border and strip in Massachusetts," she said. "I was still in high school but I had a fake ID and no one really looked too closely at anything other than my ass. So, right before Christmas last year, a couple of the girls from the club were talking about going to L.A. to try to get into music videos. One wanted to try out for the Laker girls. The next day, the very next day, the club was locked up tight when we got there. It had been raided by the FBI that morning, looking for drugs – which there were lots of – and guns – which there were more of. We said, 'Fuck it, ' each of us ran home to grab some stuff and hit the road.

"It took six days for the three of us to make it across the country. We got here, pooled our money and found a place to live. Well, one of us headed back to New Hampshire after about three weeks. Money was tight and, well, let's face it. We weren't going to land a role in a music video or on a dance team. I worked at a supermarket for about five months but we just couldn't cut it with the two of us. So we went back to stripping. The money was good and things were looking up.

"Then my roommate went bat-shit crazy on me. She accused me of stealing her boyfriend – which I didn't know she had – then stealing her money. Twenty minutes later she would be crying and begging me to forgive her. I was truly frightened about her behavior and I convinced her to see a doctor. She was bipolar – and had been for years and knew it but wouldn't take medication. I came home one day and she was gone. Her car was gone but clothes and stuff were there. No note, no nothing. I called her brother back in New Hampshire a few days later but he hadn't seen her or heard from her."

"Jesus," Adam said. "That's awful."

"It gets worse," Allie said with another sigh. "They finally found her in a Mexican prison. She had been caught trying to smuggle drugs across the border for her boyfriend. She was sentenced to 10 years just last month. So, I've been toting the bill by myself for a couple of months. I mean, I guess you can say we were friends and all, but that is just too freaking crazy even for me. And I know crazy."

It was Adam's turn to raise his eyebrows.

"My mom is locked away back home," she admitted.

"Oh, sorry," Adam said. "I didn't mean to pry."

Allie smiled.

"It's OK," she said. "It's weird but, well, I grew up with my aunt and uncle. They are hardasses, you know. I was 13 when Mom got put away. It was hard for me to adjust to a new set of rules, in a new town. We lived in Montpelier, Vermont, before Mom went batty. It isn't much but it is a city. Going from there to some hamlet in New Hampshire that didn't even have a Dairy Queen let alone a movie theater wasn't easy. I rebelled."

"Hence owning a fake ID and stripping when you were 17," Adam said with a laugh.

"Sixteen," Allie said with a broad smile. "I was shaking my 16-year-old ass for singles. I was born late and I started to first grade when I was five. I would have graduated high school almost six months before my 18th birthday. I'm still only 19."

"You could pass for younger," Adam said innocently.

"Don't get me started on that shit," Allie replied with anger. "Probably the second or third call my rep got about me was from some sick bastard who works out of Arizona. He runs a site where he dresses the girls up as schoolgirls and just abuses them. I mean, he pisses in their face, makes them lick his asshole, it's disgusting. He calls my agent about three times a month to see if I'm desperate enough to do it yet. I can say, without a minute's hesitation, that I will do a donkey show in Tijuana before I let some old prick like that use me as a toilet."

"Sorry, I didn't know," Adam said, abashed. Allie relaxed and smiled at him.

"Of course you didn't," she said with a shake of her head. "How could you? Sorry I got angry. But about the grossest thing I've done so far is suck some guy's dick after he took it out of another girl's ass. Even then, I knew she was clean and stuff. I had helped her with her enema."

Adam cringed.

"That sounds gross enough," he said. He couldn't picture a girl like Allie Timmons, who looked like sugar wouldn't melt in her mouth, pulling a dick out of girl's ass and sucking it.

"You'll get used to it," she said offhandedly. "I mean, most of us are really clean. I make sure I smell nice down there. I always shower beforehand and brush my teeth. If I'm supposed to be with another girl and I know she'll be spending a lot of time between my legs, I use a strawberry flavored gel or douche. I don't bother with guys. It costs a good bit and they just lick you long enough to get you wet then stick it in."

"I don't," Adam insisted. "Or at least I didn't with Sarah. I probably spent 10 or 15 minutes there."

"I know!" Allie said with enthusiasm. "She told me. But that was different than tomorrow will be. Tomorrow, they'll want us out on time. They might shoot half a dozen scenes tomorrow. They probably won't even edit them. They'll just let the tape run and use everything. We might have 20 minutes to do everything. I'll blow you for a minute or two; you'll lick me for a minute or two. We'll do cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, then you'll be expected to cum. They'll want a facial or a mouth shot. Usually, I would prefer a facial because most of the guys smoke and drink, so their cum tastes like it. You don't seem to do either, so maybe I'll give the fans a treat and let you cum in my mouth and swallow it like a good little girl."

"What if I can't, uh, do it in 20 minutes?" Adam wondered.

Allie replied with a smirk.

"I can get you off in 20 minutes," she assured him. "If I try, I can probably get you off in two minutes. But don't worry, we'll pace ourselves and we'll know when it's time. If we run long, it will just force them to edit it or give an extended version."

Adam was still considering this when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out to look at the ID.

"It's Sarah," he announced. "Do you mind if I answer this?"

"Let me," Allie said with a laugh. She opened the phone when he handed it to her.

"What are you doing calling my man's phone, you little skank?" she said angrily. "I told you the next time you bother my guy I would kick your scrawny ass."

Allie covered her mouth for a moment to keep from laughing.

"I know who you're calling, you little slut," she said in the receiver. "And my man don't need no apple picker to light his fire."

She returned to her normal voice and spoke again.

"How's Miami, sweetie?" she asked, as though she hadn't just called Sarah a skank and a slut. "Why do you think I have his phone? Could it be because we got a head start on tomorrow? Maybe I'm on a date with him. Maybe this is the end of our date."

She winked at Adam.

"You were too slow getting back and I jumped your claim," she laughed. "Isn't that what you gold-diggers say out this way? I'm kidding. We met for lunch to get to know each other, just like you suggested. You're right, he is a nice guy. I'll let you talk to him now."

Allie was still giggling when he took the phone.

"I didn't know she was going to do that when she asked to be able to answer," Adam said instantly.

"Don't worry about it," Sarah said. "It's just her weird sense of humor. We spent two or three days together down here. She's pretty cool."

"She seems it," Adam replied. "Wait, she wants to talk to you again."

He handed the phone back to Allie who was smiling broadly.

"So, you remember the offer I made to you last week?" she asked. "Not that one, you perv. I mean about sharing my apartment. Well, let me give you a little more information before you decide. Guess who lives not 200 feet from my front door?"

There was a pause.

"First try, too," Allie announced. "Don't yell at me. I didn't know until we sat down a few minutes ago. But even if he didn't, I still think it would be cool. Just think about it and we'll talk more over the weekend. Do you have anything scheduled?"

"Me neither," she replied. "Maybe we can just veg out by the pool and make Adam and his roomies drool. Oh, one of the girlfriends thinks I'm cute. So maybe we can make some of the girls drool, too. Here's Adam again."

"Hey," he said. "Am I getting a new neighbor?"

"Maybe," Sarah said. "I was thinking about it pretty hard. My lease is up at the end of the month and it's really expensive. It wasn't bad when I was living with my boyfriend but since he's gone, it's a little much. Allie said she has plenty of room and she could use the help with expenses. Is it a nice place?"

"Not as nice as your apartment," Adam answered. "At least mine isn't. But two of the three others have lived there for a couple of years, so it might have been nicer to start with. I haven't been inside of Allie's place."

"Or inside Allie yet," Sarah giggled.

"Not yet," Adam said. "When you coming home?"

"That's why I was calling," she said. "I'll be back tomorrow. I wanted to see if you wanted to hang out or something tomorrow night. After my few days here, I am ready to be around a normal human again."

"And I qualify?" Adam wondered.

"Barely, but yes, you qualify," she said.

"I think that would nice," Adam answered, wondering if he was really trying to set up a date while he was on a date. "What time does your flight land. I'll pick you up."

"Uh, 7 a.m.," she said. "After I land in half a dozen cities in the middle of the night."

"I heard," Adam commiserated. "Allie said something about an upgrade to a direct flight. Did you think about that?"

"Allie made $3,000 while she was here," Sarah said. "I made $900. I am not about to part with $200 for my convenience."

"I understand completely," he said. "Well, I have my shoot with Ashley at 9. So that gives me time to come get you and drop you off at your place."

"If you'll come get me, I'll just hang out with you guys until it's over then go home," she said. "Those guys don't mind others on the set, I've heard. I don't want you to have to fight rush hour traffic three times in one morning. How does that sound?"

Adam covered the phone.

"Can you get up early enough for us to get to the airport at 7 a.m.?" he asked Allie.

She quirked an eyebrow.

"Why do I need to get up in time to do that?" she wondered.

"It seems sort of stupid for you to pay for a taxi or a car to somewhere we're both going," Adam said. "I was going to offer to give you a lift."

"That's sweet," she said. "Sure, so long as you don't mind coffee breath. I can do that. I didn't even think of asking."

He smiled across the table.

"OK, we'll meet you at the airport at 7, head to Van Nuys, do our thing, then drop you home," Adam said. "Depending on the time, Allie can keep my car and I'll catch the bus home from class. That will give you a chance to check out her apartment if you want or to do whatever it is you might need to do. I'll be in class from 1 to 4, so I won't need it."

Allie's eyes narrowed and Adam covered the phone again.

"What?" he asked.

"You're willing to let two people you barely know use your car for an afternoon," she wondered.

"Well, if you're willing to dick me over for a $4,000 car, I guess it's best I learn now before we become better friends," Adam said with a shrug before returning to the phone.

"Thanks, Adam," Sarah said. "It will be nice to have a way to the grocery store and the bank. I hate carrying a lot of cash around but I was advised that when I deal with out-of-town producers, not to take checks."

"No problem," he replied. "So, I'll see you at 7 a.m. We can make plans to do whatever then."

"Sounds nice," she said. "Give Allie a warm, wet one for me."

She giggled.

"I meant a kiss," she corrected. "Save the other warm, wet one for tomorrow."

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