by Sahara Kelly
Toni couldn’t help a chuckle. “Thanks again. I think.”
Suze motioned to Mack. “Another round, my friend. Me and Toni are gonna have a nice chat here.”
Toni finished her glass. “Look, you’re very kind, but I don’t want to impose.”
“You’re doing me a favor. Tonight seems to be Jerk Night in here. I could use the break.” Suze accepted her drink as Mack slid two more across the bar and headed away to tend to another customer.
“I heard you say something about quitting your job?” She sipped her whatever-it-was in a martini glass. It looked like smooth chocolate milk, but was probably a lot more lethal.
Toni nodded. “Yeah. Stupid of me, but I lost my temper. Sometimes you just get pushed that inch too far and you’re over the line.”
“If you don’t mind my asking, what kind of money were you making?” Suze’s eyes remained steady as she posed the odd question.
“Um, minimum wage, I think. With the occasional tip and overtime.” Toni sipped her fresh beer. “I sold beauty products downtown.”
Suze snorted. “Honey, with your looks you could be doing much better.”
Toni shrugged. “As of right now, I couldn’t be doing much worse.”
Suze seemed to come to a decision after a moment or two of thought. “Okay. Here’s the thing. I’m in an industry where the pay is excellent, the hours flexible and the work is flat out fun most of the time.”
Toni blinked. “Really…” Her voice trailed off. Was Suze a hooker or something? Damned if she was going to whore herself out to make ends meet. Although she was afraid the possibility got closer every day.
“Here.” Suze reached into the back pocket of her jeans and pulled out a business card. She passed it to Toni.
“Four Coin Productions.” Toni read the logo and glanced up. “Never heard of them. Who are they?”
Suze lifted one perfectly plucked eyebrow. “They’re the hottest adult film production company in the Valley, Toni.”
“Oh.” Toni looked at Suze once more. “You’re a porn—an adult film actress?”
Suze preened. “Only the best one at what I do. I’m a legend in girl-girl stuff, you know.”
“Wow.” What else was there to say?
“I can pull down as much as five grand a week when I decide to work.” Suze looked unconcerned at Toni’s gasp. “And I can work when I want or take some time off. I call the shots, you know?”
Toni shook her head. “No. I can’t begin to imagine what that’s like.”
“Then maybe you should.” She took the card back, grabbed a pen from an inside pocket of her vest and scrawled something on the back of it. “Call this number tomorrow. Make an appointment. Tell them Suze sent you.”
“Shit, Suze. I don’t know if I could do that stuff.”
Suze chuckled. “You ever had sex?”
“Well, yeah, of course.”
“Then you can do it. You’ve got the body and the face for it, Toni. You’ve got the balls too, if I’m any judge of character. You get naked, do the deed then go home and cash that nice fat paycheck. Just like dating only the pay’s better. And the sex can be better too, now I come to think of it.”
Toni was silent. That kind of money would sure bail her out of the financial hole she was drowning in. But could she do it?
“Think about it. What can it hurt, calling them?” Suze was persuasive. “You don’t have to make a lifetime career out of it. But I know for a fact they’re looking for some new faces right now. You won’t make my kind of money but it’ll be a shitload better than minimum wage and a lot more fun than hawking mascara.”
Somewhere in the recesses of the leather and the flesh, a cell phone rang. Suze reached for it, making three men at a nearby table nearly fall off their chairs as her breasts threatened to burst free of their lacings. She glanced at it. “Damn. Gotta scoot, girl. That’s my agent. We’re gonna take a meeting.” She winked at Toni. “He’s soooo good at taking meetings.”
Toni couldn’t help but laugh back. “Have fun, Suze. Nice meeting you.”
Suze slipped off the stool, finished her drink in one swallow and straightened to her impressive height. “Don’t forget what I said.” She pushed the card further toward Toni. “Call them. Do something for yourself, make some decent money. You might find you like it. Just don’t judge it before you’ve tried it, okay?”
Toni nodded. “Will do. Thanks again. For this and for the drink and stuff.”
“My pleasure. See ya round, honey.”
She sashayed out of the bar, hips swinging, leather shining, high heels clicking and leaving a wake of men with seriously cricked necks behind her, one of whom actually crashed to the floor as his chair gave way beneath him.
Mack came back down and cleared away Suze’s empty glass. Toni looked him straight in the eye. “Is she for real?”
Mack, surprisingly, colored up a little. “Er, sure. Yeah.”
“Mack.” Toni’s grin widened. “You’ve rented her movies.”
He industriously polished at an invisible spot. “A time or two.”
“Any good?”
“Uhh…”
Toni took pity on him before he took off the surface of the bar. “Okay. I got it. Never mind. Forget I asked.”
She turned the card over in her hand, looked at the name “Suze Starling” and thought about the whole thing.
She was, to put it bluntly, on the verge of hitting the streets. Her rent was overdue and her landlord had started hinting he’d forget about it if she “took care of him”. Not even worth consideration.
There were unpaid and overdue bills from her one credit card company, her utility company and the phone company. She’d given them what she could, but her paycheck never stretched far enough to get them off her back.
She had no car, her clothes were starting to show the effects of wear and tear and she was on a downward slope that could land her someplace she really didn’t want to be and she knew it. On some street corner somewhere, getting a quick twenty bucks for a blow job in the front seat of some rich guy’s sedan.
She couldn’t afford to spend a month or so going on more interviews, trying to get another minimum wage job. She’d lose everything long before she’d landed a new position.
Yep, Toni Sinclair was flat out of options.
It looked like she was going to be calling Four Coin Productions in the morning.
Chapter Two
Paul Whittaker arrived home, tossed his keys on the small entry table and grabbed the mail. Nothing but bills and assorted junk. He realized he wasn’t in the mood to deal with all that daily bullshit. He was just flat-out tired after a day behind the camera and simply wanted to relax. The nice leather chair in front of the television was calling his name and there was an ice-cold beer in the fridge doing the same thing. With a loud thump he collapsed into the chair, cradled his beer and sighed.
“Is that you, sweetheart?” A woman’s voice echoed down the small hallway.
“Yeah. Just got home. What are you doing? Is there anything to eat?” Paul turned his head as the light from the bedroom shone into the hallway. Somebody stepped out in what could be called lingerie, but was more like little thin sheets of fabric leaving nothing to the imagination.
“I just got this at my favorite boutique. Isn’t it sexy?”
Paul grinned and raised an eyebrow. “It’s really hot, Kari.”
“Kari? C’mon Paul. We talked about this. I’m Cherry now. You’re supposed to call me Cherry.” The woman had flaming red hair, fair skin and a knockout body. She swayed over to Paul as he took a long drink from his beer.
“Let me see that.” She reached out and took the bottle from his hand.
Paul watched as she slid her mouth over the opening of the beer. Her tongue flicked around it, then she wrapped her lips over the top and slid the beer bottle into her mouth. Paul pictured something else in her mouth instead of a beer bottle without any difficulty at all.
“Mmm. Yo
u know what else I did today, lover? I shaved my pussy for you. Lookie here.” She shifted her legs, parting the thin folds of fabric and revealing a freshly shaven pubis. It glistened with moisture.
“Kari, I…”
“Cherry, dammit. Call me Cherry. You know I’m trying to get used to my stage name. And I’m gonna be a star with that name, Paul.”
“Cherry, I’m tired. You look real hot, baby, but…”
Paul paused when he saw the disappointment in her eyes and stopped completely when she lowered her hand to rub the lips of her pussy. His weakness was a woman teasing him with her pussy. Even after a day filming the latest Four Coin porn production, he was still a guy with a guy’s needs.
“Come on, Paul. You know you want to fuck my tight little pussy. You know how much I can squeeze your cock when we fuck.” She leaned forward and rubbed her hand over the front of his jeans. “I can see I’m getting to you, baby.”
Paul was losing this battle. He sat motionless in the chair as Kari unfastened his belt and unzipped his fly then leaned her body over him. Large, perfectly rounded breasts hung just in front of his face and her long red hair cascaded along her cheek. She pulled his cock out of his pants and held it firmly in her hand.
Her red lips gleamed with red gloss and there was a wicked look in her eyes as she smiled at him. She leaned in and kissed Paul’s lips gently, stroking his hardening cock. “You wanna fuck, baby?”
Paul couldn’t help but nod as she kissed his mouth. Her tongue traced his lips and she tugged his shirt up, exposing his tight, muscular stomach. Paul swallowed when her head lowered and in one smooth movement she took his entire length into her mouth. Her throat flexed as the head of his cock pressed against the back of it.
She pulled him free and a stream of drool hung like a rainbow from her lips to the swollen head. “Mmm, I love sucking your cock. Can’t wait to fuck you tonight. I’m so horny.”
Releasing him from her mouth, she moved back and tugged Paul’s tennis shoes off, raking her hands up his legs to his crotch and grabbing the belt of his pants. He lifted his ass a little so she could pull them off, along with his briefs. His cock was stiff and painfully engorged when she crawled up his body, rubbing her breasts against his bare legs. With a push she parted his legs and let her knees rest on the floor. Paul felt the recliner tilt back a little and simply watched as she began to tease the throbbing head of his cock with her tongue.
This was mental bliss. Paul’s tensions vanished with each stroke into Kari’s waiting mouth. She was very good at this. He felt the excitement rise through his body as Kari sucked on the tip of his cock and stroked the shaft with her hand at the same time.
He could see her other hand between her legs where it moved around in soft little twitches. He loved it when a woman played with her pussy. It was a real turn on to watch, besides being arousing for her.
With a soft pop, she pulled her mouth away. “Time for some sex, lover.”
She reached over to the small table beside the recliner, dug into a little purse she had there and pulled out a condom. “Wanna see a trick?” She wrinkled her nose and giggled.
Paul sat with a rigid and straining hard-on and watched as she arranged the condom between her lips. He knew what was next. She lowered her head to his cock and sheathed it, moving her tongue as the rubber rolled down the length of his erection.
“Tada!” She held her hands up like she had scored a touchdown.
Protection accomplished, Kari stood up and untied the two little strings on the front of her sexy lingerie.
Paul licked his lips, seeing her beautiful breasts bare of any covering. She was one helluva picture, her skin smooth and creamy and the glisten of wetness on her pussy. “Damn Kari. You are fucking beautiful.”
“You’re just saying that ‘cause you know we’re gonna fuck.” She slapped his thigh and climbed on top of Paul. Her breasts pressed against his face and Paul licked her nipples as she reached between her legs to get his cock positioned.
“Wow, you are really hard, Paul.”
He slid into her pussy with ease, just lifting his hips a little.
“Ohhh yes. Oohhhh, I love fucking you, Paul.”
Pushing her hands against the arms of the chair Kari began to move up and down on Paul’s thick cock, squirming and moaning as she worked to keep her balance.
Paul reached around her ass and held it, his arms adding their strength to keep her going up and down. She was working his cock quickly and effectively and he drank in the sound of their skin slapping as it echoed in the room. He dropped his gaze and watched her pussy lips dragging along his cock when she moved up, then wrinkle inward when she pushed down to smack against his legs.
The thrusting got harder and the noise of slapping flesh grew louder. Paul breathed between gritted teeth as Kari tossed her head around, letting her long red hair brush against his face and neck.
She stopped for a moment and grabbed Paul’s face, almost smothering him with her tongue darting into his mouth as they kissed. Keeping their lips touching, she spoke.
“You wanna fuck my ass, baby?”
Long strands of hair fell over her face and her eyes were barely open. Her breathing was heavy, labored as sweat beaded across her flushed chest. Heat radiated from her body and Paul could sense she was getting tired.
“Hell no, no, no, Kari. I want you to come for me. Come for me, Kari.”
Paul wanted to feel her. No faking it, no pretend orgasmic whimpers—he needed to feel her come for him, around him, on top of him.
She put her hands back on the arms of the chair and started fucking him again. She dug her feet deeper into the recliner, squeezing Paul on either side with her muscular thighs. There was more force to her now. The inner walls of her pussy clenched around his cock and her fucking became intense as she rode him with purpose.
“Oh fuck, Kari—I can’t take this—I can’t—”
“Not yet baby—just a few more seconds—oh God—just a few—suck my nipples, Paul. They’re so fucking hard. Suck them—”
Paul obliged as they swayed before him. He found one and pulled sharply on it with his mouth, then switched sides, licking and sucking on the erect nipples protruding and screaming for attention. After a particularly hard suck, he heard Kari moan as her breathing began to shorten to little gasps.
Wetness oozed between them as Kari’s juices flowed freely and the tempo increased, taking them both on the last stages of their climb to orgasm.
“Oh fuck Paul, hold me, hold me—” She moved one arm off the chair and reached down to her pussy, and frantically rubbing on her clit as she started fucking Paul again. “Oh yes, oh yes—that’s it, that’s it—”
Paul was completely turned on as he watched Kari stroking her clit and shuddering then rubbing at it again, her fingertips grating against his cock when she slammed down onto his body.
Finally, Kari arched her head back and cried out.
“Oh fuck Paul, I’m gonna come. You’re making me—aaahh—”
Paul grabbed her ass hard, buried his face between her swollen breasts and growled. He felt the convulsions of her soaked labia begin around his cock and with a last gasp, Kari screamed, erupting into spasms as she came.
Paul lost it and exploded inside her, pumping long spurts into the condom and releasing the last of the tensions he’d brought home with him. He sucked in air, breathing the scent of her sweat and perfume along with the smells of their sex.
It was a minute or so before he could find the strength to speak. “Oh Jesus. My balls are sore now. You drained ‘em dry.”
Kari continued softly fondling her clit as she shivered and leaned against him, dropping a little kiss on Paul’s forehead.
“God, I love fucking you, Paul.”
She sat fully down, her pussy still wrapped around his cock and breasts in his face. She leaned back, relaxed, and looked into his eyes with a satisfied smile. “I’m hungry for Chinese food. Want some?”
Paul tried to sh
ift his thoughts from his cock to his stomach. “Okay, sure.”
“Euuwwww.” As she moved, a flood of her juices soaked them both. “I need a shower. You get to clean up here.”
Kari climbed off the chair and walked bow-legged to the bathroom, leaving Paul wondering how she managed to go from sex to Chinese food in two seconds flat.
He was limp and exhausted. And feeling more than a little used.
~~~~~
Toni was surprised at how quickly she’d been given an appointment with Bud Yarborough, the director and owner of Four Coin Productions. Apparently Suze had more than a little clout with him, because Toni’s phone call mentioning Suze’s name had resulted in a visit to his office that same afternoon. Armed with a folder containing the papers she’d been instructed to bring—her medical record, birth certificate, and so on—she’d arrived promptly.
And to her surprise, it looked like any other office. Filing cabinets, a laptop, a couple of empty coffee cups and messy files and papers everywhere.
Bud Yarborough wasn’t flashy, like she’d expected, but a quite casual man in his fifties perhaps, dressed in an open necked shirt and jeans. He shook Toni’s hand firmly and introduced Henry Adams, who he said was his casting director.
“And he’s quite interested in meeting you, Ms. Sinclair.” Bud waved her to an empty chair. “It’s not often Suze recommends anybody at all. You certainly impressed her.” His eyes took stock of her body. “And I can see why.”
Henry Adams nodded. “Quite lovely, Ms. Sinclair. But I expect you’re used to hearing it.”
Toni blushed. “I don’t know what to say to that.”
Bud chuckled. “Smart too.” He glanced at Henry and they exchanged nods. “So far so good. Would you take your clothes off, please?”
The request was calm and casual.
Toni gulped. “Here?”
“Yes please.” Bud scrawled himself a note as Henry took a call on his cell phone.
