The Birth of a Porn Star: Defying Daddy's Wishes

by Fh John

  “According to her, orgasms. They line up for her like bowling pins,” she said smiling. Her smile was dreamy and distant. It was the kind of smile that defies reality because the thing causing it can’t be real. To be fair, her fantasy wasn’t any more realistic than mine was. In my head, I saw some fancy rich guy swooping down like a knight, riding in on his own version of Blaze, but white. A white horse would be perfect. He would come in, hop off his horse and knock Moran’s oversized cowboy hat from his head, exposing his fat head and come up with some miraculous plan to save our farm, wiping Moran’s victorious grin from all three of his jowls. My hero would be good looking too, of course. Why not dream a sexy guy up to save the day? A girl can make anything up in her head and I could see how my dream guy would make my panties wet. The idea of a guy like that saving me, saving our farm … Yeah. I’d give him what he wanted. Gladly. I guess Alena’s fantasy was no different than mine in some ways. Unrealistic is unrealistic.

  I sat there for a moment soaking it in. Nuts! It’s just nuts! My mind kept repeating that in my head repeatedly, like strings of jellybeans falling from a candy jar. I could continue to argue with Alena about whether or not she would do something so utterly insane, but I could tell that she would really do it. If the reality matched her fantasy, I could see that she wanted to. I guess that shouldn’t surprise me. She sexes it up whenever she has the chance. She’s always letting the knuckle draggers take her for a spin and bragging about how ‘rough’ it was.

  “How much did she get,” I asked, addressing the elephant in the room.

  “Three hundred,” Alena said.

  “Dollars? She sold herself as a slave for three hundred measly dollars!”

  “Three hundred thousand dollars. For two months, Dallas.”

  “Oh,” I said. “Oh.”

  That was more than what Blaze would bring.

  I stood up from my log and walked half way from our little encampment. “I could never do that, Alena. I could never give myself to anyone as a slave. I’m too independent. I have my own stubborn side and I’m not into sex like you are. I mean … who knows what they would do, right? They could do anything. They could want anything and I wouldn’t have any say.”

  “That’s kind of the point. That’s why they’re willing to pay so much … well that and…”

  “And what?”

  Alena shrugged. She lowered her head as if she were in deep thought.

  “I don’t know. I don’t really get the and part. Marissa said that her master told her that he was willing to pay so much because he knew she’d want to stay forever. He was so sure of it that he kept bidding. It turned out to be true. She’s home now, but she wants to go back to him. She says she can’t live without him. She’s in love with him.”

  “Wait? Bidding?” I asked, ignoring the rest of what she said. My brain was stuck on that part because it was the most preposterous thing yet.

  “Oh, yeah. I guess I didn’t tell you that part. They sold her at an auction in their barn.” Alena laughed. I didn’t see what was funny. “Kind of like we do with livestock.” She started making her circles in the dirt again. “Her dad was the one who found the group. That’s the way they do it. They have an entire exclusive club of rich men who buy young women to serve them. That’s one of the reasons I would be willing to do it. These guys aren’t creeps … well, most of them aren’t. Moran’s in the club, but Marissa said that most of the ones that came to the auction were dreamy.”

  “I think I’ve heard enough, Alena. I’m not going to do that. It’s not an option.” I walked away from her little fire, sure that I was going to keep walking.

  “You would go for more than Marissa did,” Alena said, matter of fact. “You’re hotter and you’re a virgin. I guess that makes a difference.”

  “I’m not for sale. I’m not a pig. I’m not a goat. I’m not a thoroughbred.”

  “Beg to differ on that one,” Alena said, challenging me. “Think most guys would agree with me. You’re every bit of a thoroughbred.”

  “I am not!” I said, firmly.

  “Moran’s planning on putting Blaze down, you know. I wanted to tell you before, but I knew if I did, you would never sell him. You’d lose the farm first.”

  I spun on her. “He wouldn’t. Blaze is immaculate. Perfect! He’d be throwing away a mint in breeding commissions.”

  “He doesn’t want Blaze. He wants you. He’ll give you an ultimatum tomorrow. If he buys Blaze, it will only be to put him down. It’s you or nothing.”

  “Fuck that, Alena!” I spat. “I’m not worth that much to that fat fucker. Blaze will give him what he wants. He’ll take Blaze over me.”

  “My brother overheard him talking. He still works there part time.”

  I turned back around. I had to. I needed to think. Crap! Crap, crap, crap! Why did I have to come here? It was too much and I couldn’t deal with it. I had to go.