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Early Spring 1980 Just minutes before, a rare thunderstorm had graced Los Angeles. Rain had poured in torrents, leaving puddles and causing reflective glare on the streets. The click of high heels on the wet sidewalk roused the attention of the guys standing outside the pool hall. They all turned to watch as a very attractive young blonde walked by. “Hey babe, wanna taste of big daddy tonight?” Laughing loudly the guys made a spectacle of themselves as they stepped off the pool hall steps and under the street light to watch her. “Damn, she’s a looker.” “Great legs! You can wrap those around me, babe!” “I bet she’s one of them high class hookers.” Picking up her pace, she purposefully walked on by, her hands stuffed in the pockets of her raincoat. “Shit, I’ve never had to pay for pussy.” “What the fuck, Vince? That old lady of yours has made you pay through the nose for years and she never gives you any. You’d do damn well to pay a fucking pro.” “Fuck you, Ben.” They stood gawking until she disappeared blocks away into the damp foggy night. 1293. The numbers above the doorway jumped out at her. This was the address she was looking for. It was an old store front just like they said it would be. Old yellowed newspapers taped inside the plate glass windows blocked out the view to the interior. Exhaling nervously, Mysti stood in front of the deeply inset entrance. She could not see a light inside. Cautiously she stepped up to the heavy glass door and knocked. Standing very still she listened for any noise until she heard faint footsteps inside that grew gradually louder as they came closer. The rattle of keys and a click on the inside handle announced the opening of the heavy glass door. Appearing in the doorway was a tall middle aged balding man with a slight beer gut. He was wearing glasses and a flower print silk shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest framing a large gold medallion that hung around his neck on a chain. Peering down at her for several seconds he eventually nodded his head as if he approved. “Mysti?” “Yes,” she choked out hesitantly. “Are you Mr. Butters?” “Yeah.” He gestured for her to come in. “You can call me Lenny.” “Okay.” Mysti could feel her heart pounding as she stepped inside. A small lamp in the back dimly illuminated the large room. There were very few pieces of furniture and those were covered in white sheets that as far as she could tell, looked to be dusty with cobwebs. Lenny closed the heavy glass door and locked it. Pointing to the back of the room he said, “We’re through that door in the back.” Mysti followed him across the room. Opening the door to a brightly lit room, Lenny motioned for her to go in before him. Immediately she saw the camera lights and umbrellas set up. The sheet on the bed in front of the cameras was roughly tucked in and a large scarlet drop cloth loomed behind it on a back frame. Two large mobile studio cameras were set up in front of the bed. One camera had a three stepped footstool behind it. Along with a mirror and a few lines of cocaine, a shoulder held video camera lay on a metal desk nearby. Besides Lenny, there were two other people in the room. A slightly heavy set woman that looked to be in her mid thirties, no make up, a hint of a mustache, wearing tight jeans and a t-shirt. Her dark hair was cut very short. Glancing at Mysti was an older man, who was a little person dressed in slacks and a faded pink polo shirt and wearing an ugly light green fedora. “Mysti, this is Harriet and Billy,” Lenny said, “Billy’s been working camera for me in this industry for thirty years and Harriet has been with me for the past five. She used to work at Channel 2.” Forcing a smile, Mysti nodded. “Hello.” Nodding mersin escort while they worked at setting up their cameras they both answered, “Hi Mysti.” “Let me take your coat.” Lenny offered his hands. Mysti slid her raincoat off her shoulders and handed it to him. He flipped it over the back of the desk chair. “Oh yes, you’ll do nicely.” Lenny walked around Mysti, inspecting her with his eyes. “You definitely look the part. If this audition shoot goes well, you could get top billing in your first movie.” Mysti forced a smile. “You’re quite stunning actually. Why in the hell did Penthouse and Hustler not snatch you up? I’ll be damned, you’re almost Playboy material.” “Thank you.” “So you haven’t done a scene yet, right?” “No.” Mysti cleared her throat. “Just stills.” Lenny cleared his throat. “You do this scene up right and I can promise you all the work you can handle. I’ll guaran-damn-tee you that Hustler, Cheri, Club and all the glossies will come calling.” “She’s the best we’ve had since that Ivory Snow babe,” added Billy while moving some of the lights. “Damn, the agency said you were twenty-four and have a college degree, but you don’t look a day older than nineteen.” Lenny grinned as he lit up a cigarette. “Does she look any older than nineteen to you guys?” “Hell no, Lenny.” Still adjusting the lights, Billy barely looked over. “She sure doesn’t and she’s fucking cute as hell,” offered Harriett in the gruffest female voice Mysti had ever heard. Lenny laughed. “Mysti, ole Harriet there would love to stick her face between your legs. She’s a butch if you can’t tell.” “You got that right Lenny, you impotent old fart,” Harriet chuckled, “and given half a chance, I could make that old pornstar you’re married to, a lot happier than you do.” “I have no doubt, Harriet.” Lenny laughed. “And you might save me having to get those fucking penis injections.” “Those things will give you a heart attack someday.” Harriet looked at Mysti and winked. “Never mind us girl, Lenny and I love to jaw at one another, hell, I think he’s got a crush on me.” Mysti smiled to be polite. The scene around her seemed surreal. It was far from anything she had ever experienced back in rural Iowa. “Where is the guy I’m going to be working with?” Lenny exhaled a puff of smoke. “They should be here any minute.” “They?” “Yeah, didn’t the agency tell you it was two guys?” Lenny looked at his watch. “They didn’t tell me.” “Your cut is two thousand, that’s a thousand per guy.” “Oh.” Anxiety crept over Mysti. “What’s your degree in anyhow?” asked Lenny. “Art history.” “What kind of job would you get with that?” “In this recession, none.” Mysti rolled her eyes. “I’d hoped to get a job with an art gallery or a museum.” “So you decided to try porn?” “I need money?” “Don’t we all, babe, don’t we all?” Lenny pointed to the cocaine on the desk. “Look, if you’d like to take the edge off, you can have a snort.” ‘It sure might help,’ Mysti thought to herself. “Sure. I’d like that.” “Go ahead.” Stepping over to the desk, Mysti rolled up the dollar bill lying next to the coke and inhaled a line. She sniffed and rubbed her nostril and sniffed again. “Thanks.” “No prob, girl.” “Umm, if I don’t get the part what happens with the video?” Mysti asked while still wiping her nose. Lenny scratched his chin. “Well, whether you get the part or not, this video will be turned into a loop.” “A loop?” “Yeah, have you ever seen those wank joints – I mean those triple-X bookstore and peep show places over on Sunset Strip?” “Yes.” “It would be distributed to those kind of places all over the country, hell, even overseas,” Lenny shrugged. “Peep show video.” “Oh.” Mysti mersin escort bayan imagined the men masturbating in booths. “Where are you from, girl?” “Iowa.” “Hmm… can’t imagine they have much of that in Iowa.” Three loud bangs thundered from the front door. “It’s about damn time.” Lenny started for the front door. Apprehension overcame Mysti as she waited to get a glimpse of the guys she would be working with. She had both dreaded and been excited all day about filming her first scene. Some of the girls at the agency told her they loved the work. Mysti had actually got wet thinking about it a few times that day, but then nervous apprehension would take over. Her agent had diligently detailed how everyone she knew from her hometown, her college and worse, her family, would know what she was doing. She had thought of what a shock it would be to her ex-fiancé from college, her old high school friends, the girls from her cheerleader squad, and the folks at the church where she was baptized. ‘Oh my,’ she remembered. ‘She had been voted Most Likely to Succeed in her senior class. Yes, they will be surprised.’ Her father spent months in a coma from an auto accident before passing away and leaving her family broke. The medical bills had exhausted her parents’ life savings and the whole life insurance policy did not even replace a year of her father’s salary. She had to take out student loans to finish getting her degree that left her seriously in debt. To make matters worse, she had foolishly signed up for a credit card to pay for a wild spring break to The Bahamas. Having also used that card to finance her trip to southern California on a job search, Mysti soon was covered up in debt she had no way to pay. The door swung open and Lenny walked in with two guys behind him. “Guys this is Mysti, who you’ll be working with.” Mysti stared into two smiling faces. Lenny gestured to the tall athletically built black guy, who looked to be in his late twenties. “This is Choco Nutz – what’s your real name, Choco?” “Dave, but just call me Choco.” He smiled and nodded his head. “Hey Mysti.” Pointing to the white guy, who was also tall and athletic, and looked to be in his early to mid thirties, he said, “That’s Chad, who goes by Dick Palomino.” “Hiya.” Nodding her head, Mysti was too nervous to say anything and forced a smile. Lenny turned to Mysti, framing his hands in front of her face. “Okay Mysti, I gave explicit instructions to the agency as to what I need you to do.” Pausing he looked deep in to her eyes. “Did they go over that with you?” “Yes, sir,” she nodded her head, “everything but tell me it was two guys.” “So babe, you’re good with that?” Lenny tilted his head looking at her through the top of his glasses lenses. “Two guys, deep throat, anal, DP, tossing salad – everything?” Sighing nervously, Mysti nodded her head again. “Yea – yes, s–sir.” Lenny clapped his hands together. “Okie dokie, let’s get this show on the road.” “Harriet turn those lights on.” Lenny stepped over to the desk and picked up the shoulder camera. “Mysti honey, I need you to strip down to your panties and lay on the bed. You guys, get those damn clothes off and get those cocks ready.” Doing as Lenny commanded, Mysti peeled her skirt, hose and blouse off, laid them on the desk and sat on the bed. She realized how bizarre the scenario was, her sitting nearly naked, the strange people around her and she felt strangely aroused by it all. She saw the two guys, who were naked by that time, standing with their clothes in a wad on the gritty floor. Mysti had already forgotten their real names, but Choco Nutz and Dick Palomino stood out in her mind. She figured that escort mersin was why they chose performer names like that. She watched them as they both pulled and stroked at their own penises to get them erect. Both guys seemed cute to her and they had sexy athletic physiques. But what she was noticing most as their cocks began to harden and swell, was how big those penises were. She had never seen anything like that on any boys back in Iowa. “Alright, alright,” Lenny shouted, “I think we’re ready to go.” He had the smaller camera mounted on his shoulder and was focusing in on Mysti. “Baby, I want you to lie back and start playing with yourself, pinch those nipples and slide your hand down into your panties and give us a masturbation show. Keep doing that until the guys come into scene and pull your panties off. After that it’s pretty much just have fun with the guys. They’re both cued in on what to do, just follow their lead. Have some hot sex.” Harriet rolled her large camera closer to the bed, while Billy stood on the step stool aiming his large studio camera at Mysti. Lenny eased up closer with the shoulder camera. “Action, baby!” Mysti lay back on the bed. Thinking of her Thespian days in high school, she let her mind get into character. She strolled her fingers along her neck until she got to her perky, average sized breasts. She cupped and squeezed her own tits then circled her nipples softly with her finger tips. Pushing his camera even closer, Lenny encouraged her, “Yeah baby, that’s perfect.” Drawing herself deeper into character, Mysti felt naughty and cheap. She felt slutty and knew she could be a slut. She’d been slutty parked in cars with boys on those country dirt roads in Iowa. She thought of the time she had cheated on her fiancé in college with that married art professor. Mysti felt herself getting wet as she teased her titty nipples in front of those cameras. With her eyes closed and softly moaning, Mysti slowly pushed her hand down her belly, letting her fingers caress her skin. One hand still pinching at a nipple the other found the elastic band at the top of her pink bikini panties. Staying on the outside of her panty, she slowly pushed her fingers along the length of her labia. Slowly she pulled her hand back to the elastic band and slid her fingers inside her panties until her entire hand was covered by the thin silky fabric. Mysti was very wet as her fingers explored her juicy pussy lips and circled her excited clit. Her fingering became more intense, her breathing much heavier and her hips began to slowly buck up off the bed. Holding the camera on his shoulder with one hand, and without looking up from the eyepiece, Lenny snapped his finger and motioned for the guys to come into scene. Choco and Dick stepped forward, coming into scene. Dick sat on Mysti’s left and Choco on her right. Dick leant into her and kissed her, softly at first before he french kissed her. Choco began to caress one of Mysti’s breasts. Dick then turned his attention to Mysti’s breasts also and began to kiss and suck on her nipple, leaving Choco free to start deep tongue kissing Mysti. Mysti found it very exciting. While she had fucked two guys on the same day before, she had never had two guys at the same time. Soon Choco moved down and began to pinch and suck at Mysti’s other nipple. Oblivious to the cameras at that moment, she enjoyed the guys attention to her tits. Mysti’s previous apprehension seemed to have completely disappeared. Her skin tingled as their fingers roamed downward toward her pussy. Mysti had never been with a man of another race and was extra excited to be touched there by a black guy. In fact in rural Iowa she’d never seen anyone that was not white until she was seventeen years old. Somehow it made this taboo situation seem that much naughtier. Choco’s manly fingers slid inside her panties first. His fingertips ran along the length of her very wet pussy lips. Mysti pushed her legs wide apart and moaned loudly.