by Fh John
I knew I couldn’t push that part. She would have to take that step on her own, and I also knew that she would only do that if it was in her heart to do it. I thought there was a chance she would, but I wasn’t sure. I could only hope that I hadn’t talked her into coming down too early, but I was growing impatient. I wanted to watch her in action. I wanted to see her making a film, letting men have sex with her while the tape rolled. And then I wanted to watch the videos when they came out, knowing that she was my girl and that she was a porn star. I loved the idea of being with a girl who fucked on camera for a living.
“Absolutely beautiful, Sarah. Gorgeous. You were right. Your tits are your best asset by far, hon.”
“Thanks,” she said with a blush.
“Okay, so, like I said earlier. This is an adult calendar that we do. There will be a printed version and there will also be a digital version. The digital version does a lot better than the printed version, believe it or not. The printed version usually sells about thirty thousand copies or so and the girls in that make a few hundred bucks for their shoot. The digital version, however. Now that one does hundreds of thousands of subscriptions and those girls make a lot more. Which would you be more interested in?”
“Hundreds of thousands?”
“Yep. If you go that route, there will be that many guys checking you out for the entire month that you are featured in.”
“Wow,” she said. “That would be pretty cool.”
“On top of that. If you go with the digital version and do a good enough job, we have a shoot coming up with DJ Lucas. We recruit all of the girls for his videos and he always uses the girls we suggest.”
“DJ Lucas? Really? Now I know you’re putting me on,” she said, covering her breasts again.
“I’m not. Really, hon.”
“He’s from New York,” she said.
“He is. I know that, but he comes down here, because we have access to the types of girls he likes.”
“And what types of girls are those?”
“Adventurous girls. Girls like you who aren’t shy about their bodies.”
“What’s that supposed to mean,” she said.
“Look, hon. I’m not going to pull any punches here. Mr. Lucas only wants girls who are willing. He’s not gay. You know that, right?”
“Well, yeah. Of course I know that.”
I brought up DJ Lucas, because she had mentioned him so many times before. He was on her dream list. That list that couples sometimes make that permits each of them to sleep with the celebrity of their choice if the opportunity ever happened to come along. Of course this opportunity wasn’t for real, but she didn’t know that. The seed was planted, though. That was the important thing.
“Well. After Mr. Lucas shoots his videos with the girls, he likes to take them backstage. Have a little fun with them. Now, if you’re not okay with that, we understand, but…”
“No,” she said. “I uh…” she looked at me and I smiled back at her. “Well, my boyfriend would understand if he wanted me for that.”
Eric turned the camera on me for the first time.
“You would, Jacob?”
“Of course. We have an agreement.”
“Let me get this right. You are her boyfriend, correct?”
“Yes, sir,” I said proudly.
“But if DJ Lucas wanted to have sex with her, you wouldn’t have an issue with that?”
“No. Should I? He’s famous. I’d be honored if he wanted her.”
“Nice,” he said, turning the camera back to Sarah.
“Well, I think you have a very understanding boyfriend here,” Eric said.
“Yeah. He’s a pretty good guy. He understands what I need and what I want out of life.”
“I see that,” Eric said. “Okay. So back to the digital shoot. What we need for that are girls who aren’t shy about sharing their naughty side with the subscribers.”
“Huh? Naughty side?”
“Sure, hon. You obviously have one. I mean, if you’re willing to have sex with Mr. Lucas, even though You’ve never met him, you must have some kind of fantasy life.”
“Well. Yeah. I guess I do. I’m just not used to sharing it. You know. Publicly.”
Eric dropped the camera again and started speaking in a low voice.
“I know, hon. And it’s not that I’m trying to pry or be nosy. I know this is just the audition, but we kind of want you to show that you can do and say the kinds of things we would need you to do and say. You see the digital version will have photos, but it will also have video clips. You know. Clips of you telling the guys about some of your sexier secrets. The guys get a kick out of seeing such a beautiful young girl talking about her sex life, or describing some of her naughty thoughts or fantasies. I mean, let’s face it, hon. You’re a really cute girl. They love girls who look really innocent, but if the girl is as innocent as she looks, well. You know how guys are. They lose interest. If you don’t have a naughty side, we understand, but we would have to find another girl who has your look and who does…”
“No, no. I understand. It’s not that big of a deal. Yeah. I have a naughty side.”
“Great,” he said. “Will you share some of it with us.”
“Well. Maybe Jacob should leave for this part.”
“It’s okay, Sarah. I don’t expect you to be a prude or anything. I don’t even want you to be. I won’t get jealous.”
“You promise?” she said. “I haven’t talked to you about any of the things I think about when you’re not around.”
“Well, pretend you’re telling me these things then. I want to know them anyway.”
“All right,” she said. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Okay, so, tell us, Sarah. What kind of things do you think about?”
He stopped. “You know what, Sarah. Let’s find a more comfortable spot for this part. We have a couch in the other room with more cameras for better angles and better lighting. Would you be okay with continuing on in there?”
“Yeah,” she said. “That’d be okay, I guess. Should I put my shirt back on?”
“Well. If that’s the only way you would be comfortable, but to be honest, the guys would prefer it if you didn’t.”
“For now,” she said. “If that’s okay. If you need me to, I’ll take it off again.”
“Fair enough,” he said as we all headed toward the back of the apartment they were using as a studio.
The room was done all in white. I’d seen it a hundred times before. Even the couch was white. There were lights pointing in the direction of the couch and three different cameras aimed there as well.
“What do you use this room for?” she asked.
“Well, to be honest, hon. We find that the girls relax a little more in this environment. It has a clean feel to it, don’t you think?”
“Yeah. I can see that,” she said. She walked over to the couch and sat down. I sat on one of the chairs on the other side of the room.
“Okay, Sarah. Instead of going right into how it is that you can sometimes be a naughty girl. What I’d like to do is get a shot of you saying something sexy to the subscribers. I’d like to get a clip that we could possibly use if you’re selected. Something like, ‘Hey guys. My name is Sarah and I may look innocent, but I’m really not. When nobody is looking, I can be such a naughty girl.’ You know. Something like that. The guys love that. You have such a preacher’s daughter look.”
Sarah busted out laughing.
“What? Did I say something wrong?”
She shook her head no, but she was still laughing and holding her hand to her face.
“I’m sorry, but the reality of it just kind of hit me. God. I’m being such a cliché right now.”
“Wait? You’re not saying that your dad is a preacher.”
She nodded her head yes and laughed even harder.
It took her a minute, but Eric let her regain control.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I jus
t couldn’t help it. I kept thinking about how my dad would react if he saw this video. I mean. I haven’t done that much, but God, would he FREAK.”
“I understand.”
“No. I don’t think you do.” She lifted her butt from the couch and Eric must have thought that meant she wanted to leave. He popped out of his chair.
“Sarah. You don’t have to leave.”
She gave him a funny look. “I wasn’t going to. I was just adjusting my skirt.” She sat back down.
“Oh. Okay,” he said. “You worried me for a second. A cute girl like you and a preacher’s daughter. I hate to say this, but if you make it, you might have a chance at being our most popular girl.”
“I’m not leaving,” she said. “Not yet, anyway. I’m starting to have fun.”
“Even though your daddy wouldn’t approve.”
She shrugged. “Honestly?” she asked.
“Of course. What else.”
“I didn’t really think about it before. I was just doing this because I wanted a shot at getting into a calendar. You understand that, I’m sure.”
“But,” he said. “I sense a but coming on.”
“But,” she shrugged again. “I don’t know. I think it’s time I shed my father’s skin a little. I always do everything daddy tells me to do. I almost want to do this just because it would make my dad freak out if he found out.”
“Really?” he asked.
“Not that I want him to ever see this. But … I don’t know. The idea that he could see it. That somehow it could end up on his computer. It makes it a little more exciting.”
“Does it make you feel like giving the guys a taste of your naughty side?”
“A little. Maybe. But nothing drastic,” she said putting up a finger.
“Okay. So speak from the heart,” Eric said. “Give the guys that video clip we talked about. Give them some kind of naughty girl statement that they could bite into.”
“Can I think about it for a second, so I can come up with a good one?”
“Sure,” he said. “Once the producer sees it, we edit out any time gaps. Plenty of tape in here. Every girl gets a fresh reel.”
“How long should the statement be?” she asked.
“As long or as short as you’d like. It’s totally up to you. Just make it as good as you think it can be.”
“Should I take my shirt off again. That would be kind of naughty.”
“Absolutely. I was going to suggest it, but I’m glad you’re okay with it.”
Sarah took her shirt back off. She thought for another full minute before she said anything at all, but once she started speaking, she blew mine and Eric’s minds.
She covered her breasts, paused and then spoke. “Hey there, boys,” she began. She spoke as if she were playing a character. “My name is Sarah and my father is a Baptist preacher. He thinks I’m his innocent little angel, but I’m really not. He thinks I’m so sweet, and so pure, but I’m a bit of a devil when I want to be. My daddy would freak out if he knew I was here right now telling you all my dirty little secrets, but I don’t care. I’m so tired of doing what Daddy says I should do.” Sarah leaned back a little, placing her hands on either side of the couch. “I love that you are all looking at my titties right now. I hope you like them. I hope you like them a lot. I want all of you sexy guys to think about me tonight. Think about all of the naughty things you want to do to me. I also want you to know that if you were here, I would let you. I would let every one of you do every dirty thing you wanted to.”
“How was that,” she said, breaking character.
“Huh? Oh, shit,” Eric said. “You uh … yeah, Sarah. It was so good that you had me somewhere else entirely. Amazing.”
“Thanks,” she said with a little cheer in her voice. “You really liked it?”
“Sarah. I mean it. You had me convinced. Did you really mean those things?”
“Depends. Which things?”
“Well, you said that if the subscribers were here, you would let them do whatever they wanted with you. Did you mean that?”
“You mean for real?”
“That is what you said.”
“I don’t know if I’d do it for real, real. But it felt sexy saying it. I guess I kind of like the idea of being that naughty.”
“Wow,” he said. He pulled his pant-leg tight against his leg and showed her that his dick was rock hard. Mine was too and seeing it made Sarah giggle.
“Seeing that doesn’t creep you out, does it? You are comfortable with me, aren’t you?”
“Perfectly comfortable. It doesn’t creep me out at all. It’s kind of hot knowing that I turned you on like that.”
“Good,” he said. “If you keep saying things half as sexy as you have been, I’m going to have to make a run to the bathroom.”
She giggled again, covering her mouth. Her cheeks turned a rosy pink.
“Should I take that as a challenge?”
“If you’d like to,” he said. “But to be honest, I’m not really kidding about that.”
“Oh, I think I could make you do it then. I guess I do have a few more naughty secrets I could share.”
“Like,” Eric asked.
“Oh, God. I had to open my mouth, didn’t I?” she said. “It’s a little embarrassing.”
“Relax. We’re having fun, that’s all. We probably won’t even use this part. We already have quite a bit of great clips for the calendar.”
She pointed at me. “You have to promise you won’t get jealous, Jacob,” she said.
“I won’t,” I said. “Count on it.”
She took a deep breath and then sighed again. “God, it really is embarrassing to admit this.”
“Take your time, Sarah. No hurry.”
“Well. I guess it started when I was fourteen. Sometimes my dad would have people over for counseling and stuff. Mostly when he had to talk to folks about sensitive issues. You know, things that they didn’t want to talk about inside of the church. Well, one time, I stayed up because I knew he had one of these counseling sessions coming up. I knew the family he was talking to. They had a daughter not much older than me. She wasn’t there. Just the parents were, but I knew they wanted to talk to my dad about their daughter, but I didn’t know what they wanted to talk about. I was curious. I was pretty sure that Gloria, the girl in the family, didn’t know her parents were talking to my dad about her, so I thought I was going to tell her about it when I saw her again. Anyway, I stayed up and I hid behind the banister overlooking our living room and I listened. It turned out that Gloria was sneaking around with a black guy from their neighborhood. He was about a year older than her and they said they were pretty sure she was having sex with him, or if she wasn’t, she might be soon.
“I couldn’t believe it when they were saying it, because I always thought Gloria was just like me and back then, I wasn’t really thinking too much about sex and stuff. I hadn’t even kissed a guy yet.”
“Then what happened?” Eric asked.
“Well, my dad told them not to worry. He said that if they weren’t comfortable talking to her about it, that he would. They said they were afraid if they pushed her too hard, that she would rebel even more and go through with it just to spite them. They said she was starting to argue with them about little things and what not. My dad told them he knew how to handle it and they left with happier faces than when they came in.
“I saw Gloria the very next day and I did tell her what I heard. She thanked me and she was going to walk away, but I stopped her and asked her if it was true. She said it was. She said it was too late for my dad to stop her from having sex with the guy and then she excitedly told me how awesome it was to have sex with a black guy.”
“Oh. I see,” Eric said. “Quite an adventurous young girl, this Gloria.”
“Exactly,” Sarah said.
“And then,” Eric said, prompting her to continue.
“And then I started thinking about it. She told me how big he was and h
ow dirty having sex with him made her feel. She said she actually liked that her dad was freaking out about it because she was tired of listening to him lecture her about sex all the time. She said if he was going to treat her like a slut, she might as well act like one and she said that no matter what my dad said to her, she was going to keep doing it until the guy got her pregnant. She was actually trying to get pregnant by him.”
“Okay … well,” Eric said. “Tell us what was running through your head as your friend confessed these things to you.”
“At first, I thought she went crazy. Like she caught a sickness or something. Back then, in my world, a girl never went against her daddy’s wishes. Back then, my daddy was my everything, but at the same time, I kind of admired her for being so bold and for doing what she wanted to do, even though it sounded so wrong. Sex is a really big deal in my daddy’s church. Having sex with a guy before you marry him is like the worst thing a girl could do and trying to get pregnant? By a black guy? Half of me expected the church to explode or something, but you know what?”
“What?”
“The church didn’t explode. Two weeks later, she told me she was pregnant. She got pregnant by that guy after my dad had a long, heart to heart talk with her and she was happy about it. She was excited to know that she was going to have a black baby. She was thrilled, like it was the greatest thing ever. I couldn’t believe it and I just knew that the church would blow up that day. I just knew it, but life went on. Gloria quit coming to church of course and I’m pretty sure her parents were so embarrassed by the news that they started going to a different church, but other than that, nothing happened.”
“Of course it didn’t.”
“Well, I know that now, but back then, I thought it would. When it didn’t, I started to wonder if all the hellfire talk was even real. I also started thinking about sex. Sex with black guys. Hung black guys.”
