Chapter 119

Sure enough, by the time the four lovers exited the house, a small, electric-powered cart was parked behind the two cars in front. A woman was writing on a pad and speaking into a walkie-talkie. By the time Adam finished his lunch at the main house, a pair of tow trucks were outside. By the time he returned with his own car, both of the offending vehicles were gone.

He looked for Veronica and didn't find her in the second house, so he headed to the sun deck to see if he could move her car into the other spot before some other dirt bag grabbed it. She was laying out on a towel, with Erin, Trinity, Rebecca and Shelly in chairs around her and none of the five women had a stitch of clothing on.

"Oh," Adam said, slipping back through the door, "sorry."

"Sure you are," Erin said with a wide smile. "Your naked female radar gave a strange signal and you had to investigate."

"Are you saying Veronica is strange?" Shelly chuckled.

Veronica had her butt pointed toward him and her legs partially spread. He could see the swell of her pussy lips between her thighs. Rebecca had put her feet off the chair and on the deck, spreading her pussy to his view. The others were sitting with their feet crossed, hiding their intimate anatomy from his view.

"I need to move her car," Adam said, looking anywhere but Veronica's behind.

"Keys are in my purse, bossman," she said. "Sorry about taking your spot. They waved me in as they were leaving. Let me know where you put me though. I might have to call a taxi to get there."

"I'm just moving your car to save a spot behind mine," Adam said. "You sure you don't mind if I drive it?"

"Can you drive a stick?" she asked.

"He has a CDL," Shelly said. "He can drive a bus if he needs to."

The other three girls looked at him. It was something they hadn't known.

"OK, I'll see you guys later," Adam said, taking one last glance at the fresh skin on the deck. "Shelly, we need to call Ben in a minute."

Veronica rolled over and sat straight up.

"You were supposed to call him when you got in," she said, shaking her head – and making her titties jiggle nicely. Adam noticed she didn't shave her pussy since she was no longer in the business. "There is a note on the fridge downstairs. Sorry, I completely forgot. I guess that's why I need to stay in the office and not on the deck."

"Don't worry about it," Shelly said. "What did he want?"

"I don't know," Veronica replied. "He asked for Adam. I told him Adam would be back around 1 p.m. Allie was still here, but he said he specifically needed to talk to Adam."

"No problem," Adam said. "I'll give him a call. If it was urgent, he would have called my cell."

"Does he even have that number?" Shelly asked. She hadn't carried her cell phone with her because her professor was a Nazi about them in the classroom. He didn't want you to have it with you even if you turned it off and left it in your bag.

Adam shrugged. He could make the call and find out. Right now he had bigger fish to fry – occupying that damned parking space before someone else got to it.

Ben sounded frazzled when he picked up the phone.

"Oh, thank God," he said when Adam identified himself. "Look, I am in a real spot here. A couple of jerkoffs have organized some sort of boycott of Daystar."

"What?" Adam asked. "I don't follow."

"Lance Thruster and Tony Armani," Ben said, "have gotten a lot of the male talent to cancel on shoots today. I think they just wanted to target Dazzle, Goldwall and here mostly but it spread a little farther. They are pissed because we don't hire them anymore. But word spread and their message got distorted. Now it is about overall compensation for male workers. It's a two-day sickout, I guess. We do a lot of shoots on Monday and Tuesday. Hell, the whole industry does. If it's not on a weekend, it's usually on Monday or Tuesday. Lex and Cade came over to pinch-hit this morning. They're doing shoots for Dazzle tonight and Parker is coming for a 3 p.m. shoot here. He helped Judy out this morning. Can you do a 4 p.m. for Judy and a 7 p.m. for me?"

"Are you serious?" Adam asked.

"I am," Ben said. "They picked a hell of a day for it. This is the week one of the big European production companies is in town. The Czech and Russian girls are booked for a lot of places. For some of us, it's the only chance we'll get to do a scene with some of the bigger names in Europe."

"My card is old," Adam said. He glanced at his watch. "I don't know if I can get it done in time."

"How old?" Ben wondered.

"Thursday," Adam answered.

"That's fine," Ben replied. "It's in date but it's older than what we usually demand. If it were anyone but you, I'd worry. Seriously, I'm in a world of hurt and so is Judy."

"Yeah, I'll do it," Adam said. He wasn't particularly happy about it but he understood the urgency. "Who? Oh, and when again? I didn't write it down."

Ben gave him the information and Adam went to inform the naked girls where he'd be and why.

Rebecca immediately wanted to know who he was working with.

"Ekaterina Fedorova," Adam read. "That's the one for Judy. Ben has me set up with a Czech girl – Anya Kovec."

"The Danube Dove," Shelly said.

"The what?" Adam asked.

"Anya Kovec was a gymnast – an Olympic gymnast – before she went into the adult industry," Shelly related – again her tone indicated Adam needed to read a bit more. "She is Slovakian not a Czech."

Adam grimaced and shook his head.

"I thought it was Czechoslovakia," he said.

"Two separate countries nowadays," Veronica related. She was still nude – and she looked really good, Adam thought – as she pulled her ever-present laptop toward her and punched the keys. A few seconds later she read a brief history of the region. Moments after that she gave him a brief biography on both of his proposed co-stars.

"Great," Adam said. "I need to jump in the shower and get going. Can one of you call Judy and let her know I'll be there as soon as I can?"

Veronica smiled and pulled the phone from beneath the edge of her towel. She didn't seem to mind – or even notice – that she was nude.

"I'm still on the clock, Boss," she said. "I mean, I am still handling calls and stuff. Karlie said no one would care."

"It's fine, Veronica," Adam said. In his head he kicked himself in the ass for spending so much time and money on the desk and chair. "Consider it a perk – for the owners, not for you."

He winked at her and went to the other house to shower. Shelly joined him three minutes later.

"I'm with you today," she said. "We don't want one of the foreigners trying to sneak you out of the country in her luggage."

Ekaterina Federova was pleasantly surprised at the young man Judy Jackem was able to produce on short notice. Her employer had informed all the girls that there was a real possibility the shoots would be canceled. No one was happy at the prospect. The American market paid much higher wages than she would see in Prague or Budapest – the hubs of the adult industry in central Europe. She had begun her adult career at 16, but those films were distributed only in select circles. It was legal to possess them in most of Europe but not in America and it wasn't worth the hassle to shoot for widespread distribution.

She wasn't a 'name' star in the European industry and she didn't have much of a following. She had made the transition to wider-circulation scenes only six months earlier – the day after she turned 18. She made her money doing the unsavory scenes that played so well over there: pissing, fisting, simulated rape, triple penetrations. That meant she worked with men who were more about using a woman for their own gratification than for producing a quality scene for the mainstream industry. She was surprised that she had been invited on the trip to Los Angeles, Las Vegas and Miami. Then she figured that she would be fodder for the same sort of treatment she received in Europe. She knew the same sites existed in America and she figured they would love to see a European girl pissed on as much as they enjoyed seeing American girls pissed on.

But Judy acted more like an older sister than a porn purveyor. Ekaterina spoke English well. She wasn't fluent but she didn't need a translator – although the company provided one anyway. With a translator present, none of the producers could try to alter the contract or change the range of the scene. Unlike the U.S., almost all top-flight performers in Europe performed anal. It was so commonplace that few insisted on additional payment unless the male performer was huge.

Producers paid extra for a double- or triple-penetration, but in most cases, the more perversity foisted upon the actress, the lower the pay. Ekaterina routinely was paid less than the equivalent of $250 to let a fat old bastard piss in her mouth or tie her up and pretend to rape and sodomize her. But if she did any of those things in the U.S., she would see a much larger payment and since the company she worked for took a nice percentage of it, they insisted upon having someone who spoke fluent English at every scene to make sure the proper amount of money was disbursed.

Derrick Driller did not speak to Ekaterina like she was an idiot. He introduced himself in Russian (courtesy of Shelly's tutelage on the drive over) and apologized that he knew only those words in her native tongue. Ekaterina replied in accented but understandable English that she was glad to know he at least tried to learn a few words.

She explained that even in Hungary or the Czech Republic, few took the time to even try to communicate with someone who didn't speak their language. If they did, it was in English. So she was comfortable with the language even if she did sometimes mangle it.

Derrick and the girl with him both laughed.

"You can do no worse than he does at mangling the language," Michelle joked. "We keep an Adam-to-English dictionary at the house. Oh, sorry, Adam is his real name."

"Ah," Ekaterina said. She had kept her first name the same because it was ubiquitous in Russia. She had changed her last name to that of a teacher in school that she had admired. Federova translated loosely to 'daughter of Feder'.

Judy had greeted both Derrick and Michelle with warm hugs when they arrived. They took care of the paperwork for Derrick while Michelle introduced herself to Ekaterina. Ekaterina was taller but less curvy than even Shelly.

The scene was much more relaxed than Ekaterina was used to. Her last scene, shot in Budapest shortly before they departed for America, consisted of a man interrupting an interview and face fucking her for 20 minutes before shooting his seed on her face. She knew what to expect from such a scene but the expectation didn't make preparation any easier.

Judy came forward and pulled the group together. The unneeded translator came, too. She had specific instructions that nothing in the contract was to be changed without compensation.

"So, uh, Ekaterina," Judy began.

"Katya or Katie if you wish," Ekaterina said with a smile. Her whole face changed when she smiled, Adam thought. He had heard that Russians were not a smiling people and when they did the smile didn't reach their eyes – although the source of that information, spy novels he read when he was a young teenager, meant it was somewhat suspect.

"Katya," Judy said, "what a lovely name. But I think Ekaterina is lovely, too. Do you mind if I call you by your full name?"

"Not at all," the girl replied.

"I saw some of the stills your company provided," Judy said. "Today is not going to be like what you're used to."

The translator sat up and took notice. The contract pretty much gave the producer the right to do anything to this girl short of murder. Torture was permitted so long as it didn't leave any permanent scars.

"We're going to take a few minutes so I can show you how Derrick works," Judy continued. "That will give you a better understanding of what you can expect. I don't think it will cause us to go long. If it does, I'll pay you an overrun fee like we agreed upon. Derrick is a good worker and he doesn't require a lot of stops."