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Movie (M+F, exh)
by Ann Not (ann0not@aol.com)

***


     I never thought that I would do something like this.
In fact, the thought had never had crossed my mind before.  
Anyway, here I am, sitting in my car in the parking lot of 
the movie studio where I will shortly be the female in a 
porn movie.

     It was just last week when the subject came up at 
school.  I was sipping my coffee and watching the school's 
boring T.V. station when a news item about a porn star 
scrolled across the screen.  The girl sitting next to me 
said that she knew that actor because her brother owns a 
film studio, and sometimes X-rated movies are made there.  
We talked about it for a while and I let it slip that, if 
given the chance, I would not mind trying out for a part in 
a porn movie.  I did not think about it again until the next 
day when she said she told her brother about me, but he told 
her that they only used professional actors.  I considered 
the subject closed.

     Yesterday I got a call from her.  She told me that, if 
I was still interested, they were desperately looking for a 
female to replace the actress in the movie they were 
shooting.  It seems that she had gotten her period and 
studio was already booked and paid for.  When she told me 
that they paid a thousand dollars a day, I immediately said 
that I would do it!  So here I am, sitting in my car at five 
in the morning watching people as they enter the studio.  I 
feel very uneasy.  Not because I am about to get naked in 
front of a bunch of strangers and their cameras, but because 
they usually work with professionals.  I was told that they 
do not know that this is my first movie.  I wish I had been 
seen the script!  I do not even know what kind of sex I 
would be doing, or even if there is going to be a lot of 
dialogue for me to learn.  I am mostly afraid of the 
dialogue part!  I lift my right hand up in front of my face. 
It is shaking.  

     I pause inside the main entrance and look around.  
There is a lot of activity.  Some people are pushing flat 
trucks loaded with furniture and scenery.  Others are 
walking around looking like they think they are important.  
Nobody seems to notice me as I slowly drift toward the 
center of the building.  I walk past a door that has a big 
letter "F" painted on it.  The view through the little 
window in the door offers a kitchen scene bathed in the 
light coming from a few naked bulbs hanging from the tall 
ceiling.  I hope they do not expect me to do any naked 
cooking!  A little farther into the building I notice an 
open door with a lot of bright light spilling out of it.  
The rest of the rooms that I can see are dark, so I assume 
that I will be doing my acting in there.  I stop to gather 
myself for a moment.  The shaking in my hands has mostly 
left, but I have to wipe my wet palms on my jeans.  

     Pulling my shoulders back, I glide confidently into the 
brightly lit room and look around for someone who might be 
the director.  When I talked to the girl's brother last 
night, he told me to find someone named Billy.  I notice that 
under the bright lights is a stage made to look like a small 
weight room with all the basic exercise machines.  A few 
people are standing in a tight circle next to the set.  
They all are looking at their clipboards and talking amongst 
themselves.  Everyone else in the room seem to be fiddling 
with the movie equipment, so I walk up to the man with the 
biggest clipboard.  "Hi!  I'm Anne!  I'm supposed to find 
someone named Billy!"

     "Yes, I'm Billy."  Says the very young looking 
attractive redhead standing next to the man I had addressed. 
 "You're just perfect!"  She continues.   Billy walking 
around me, looks up and down my figure.  "Yes!  Yes!  Very 
nice indeed!  Have you ever worked with Bobby G before?"

     "I'm sorry, no."  I say as I turn toward her.  "Is it 
important?"  

     "I like it when you're not too familiar with the other 
star."  She suddenly grabs both of my breasts with her hands 
and measures them with a few squeezes.  I did not expect her 
to grab me like that and almost stepped back, but instead I 
push them into her hands.  "Nice and firm!  Good!"  I can 
feel my heart pounding in my chest and wonder if she feels 
it too.  "Make-up!"  She suddenly yells over her shoulder.

     "You know I haven't seen a script or anything..."  My 
voice comes out steady and strong.  I was worried that I 
might sound frightened and nervous, but I find I can force 
myself to appear that I am full of confidence.  Maybe I am 
and actress after all!

     "That's OK, darling.  We'll fill you in as we go 
along."  Her fingers start running down the buttons of my 
blouse, expertly unbuttoning them as they go.  "Make-up!"  
She shouts again, this time up toward the ceiling.  "Bruce? 
Where you at?"

     "Yes'um, right here!"  A geeky looking guy pushing a 
make-up table shouts back from the other side of the room.  
Billy pulls my blouse open and looks down at my breasts.  My 
nipples tighten under her gaze.  "Who we got here?"  Bruce 
says as he approaches.

     "This is Anne, your lady for today.  Look at these 
titties!  Aren't the so nicely defined?"  Her thumb brushes 
across my left nipple a few times, watching it bounce back 
each time.  "OK!  What do you think, Bruce?  Bring out those 
green eyes a bit, bright red lips, and pig tails?"

     "Uh?  Ah...sure!"  Bruce sounds a little nervous.

     "Get her under the lights and fix her up."  Billy says 
with a little urgency.  "We're going to start with scene 
five as soon as you get her ready!"

     "That's the bench press right there."  Bruce tells me 
quietly, pointing to the center of the set.  I walk onto the 
set and stand in front of the small cushioned bench near one 
of the cameras.  Bruce pulls out a clipboard from his cart. 
 "The director lady gave me this check-list.  I've never 
done a skin flick before... it's different!"  He frowns as 
he scans down the list. His hand is shaking.  I just stand 
quietly with my shirt open and my heart in my throat, 
waiting for him to get to work on me.  "Um... well, maybe 
you should throw your cloths somewhere.  It says here that 
don't have anything on in scene five."  He looks up at me 
with an almost frightened look.

     My heart drops into my stomach.  It is going to start 
now and I feel a blush of embarrassment rising in my cheeks. 
 Time is frozen for a moment and I think that I might not be 
able to go through with it after all.  Bruce looks nervously 
back down to his clipboard.  The heat from the stage lights 
is bringing up a little sweat on my forehead and above my 
lip.  I look over my shoulder toward the young director.  A 
naked man is standing next to her now, and they both are 
looking back at me.  He is a big muscular older man with a 
lot of dark hair on his chest, arms, and legs.  He has a 
penis that looks surprisingly small for a porn guy.  Looking 
back at my make-up boy, I force my hands down to my waist 
and pull my pants off my hips.  Bruce looks up from his 
clipboard just as my pants fall around my feet.  I let my 
shirt fall off my shoulders while, at the same time, my foot 
brings my pants up to my hand.  I am naked now. The room 
becomes completely quiet.  Without looking around, I know 
that everyone is looking at me.  My clitoris twitches 
between my legs.

     "First the pig tails."  Bruce finally says, and takes 
my cloths from my hand and tosses them in the bottom of his 
cart.  "I'll take care of these for you."  As he works on my 
hair I look back at my the naked hairy man.  He is looking 
up and down my naked body.  I notice that the penis has 
grown a little.  Bruce begins painting bright red lipstick 
on my lips with a small brush.  "This stuff is made to not 
come off on the other actors."  He says as he finishes and 
puts a Kleenex between my lips.  "Now I got to cover up 
blemishes."  He steps in front of me and closely scans up 
and down the front of my body.  His eyes linger longer than 
they need on my breasts.  "OK, I don't see any.  Good!  Now 
please sit on the bench and spread'um."  When I do what he 
asked, he kneels down and brings his face in close to my 
cunt.  My clit twitches again.

     "You ready yet, Bruce?"  Billy shouts from right behind 
him.

     "Just looking for zits."  He replies, getting back up 
to his feet.  "She'll be ready in a minute."  Grabbing his 
clipboard again he continues in a soft unsteady voice.  
"Says here that you'll be sitting back on this narrow bench, 
and Bobby G will be standing over you, leaning on that bar 
bell.  It says there will be a lot of close-up and sweat.  
They don't want any power on your face.  Maybe you could get 
comfortable here on the bench, and I'll do your eyes."  As I 
put my butt on the firm bench and slip my head under the bar 
bell, the hairy guy walks up to the foot of the bench.  The 
penis below his dark pubies has grown down a little bit 
more.

     "Now, here's the deal kid."  Billy kneels close to me 
as the Bruce continues putting the on the eye liner.  "Bobby 
G will get into position over you.  First we'll get a few of 
his reaction shots from a low angle.  This is the blow-job 
cum scene.  It's the end of the movie.  Then we'll do the 
fuck'n and the opening scene.  Any questions?"

     "I don't think so..."  I say as Bruce finishes his work 
and steps away.  "Only...Umm...Well, how long do you want me 
to let him last?"

     "You don't have to worry about that girl!  He's a pro 
and knows what he's doing.  Just work on his dick real hard, 
and when he's ready he'll let you know."   Bobby G walks 
forward, allowing room between his legs for the bench and my 
body.  When he reaches the bar bell, he rests his arms 
across it and puts his chin on the back of his arm.  His 
crotch comes up to my face with the dick just under my chin.

     "You have a good position down there girl?"  Bobby G 
asks with a smile.

     I am looking directly into his thick pubic hair a few 
inches from my nose.  "I guess!"  Is the only thing I could 
think to say.  He starts moving his hips slowly back and 
forth, almost hitting my face with his stomach.  I hear more 
than one camera starting up and I look around for them.  
Three cameramen are on their knees shooting up at Bobby G's 
face.  I can not see with his torso in the way, so I can 
only assume that he is making funny faces as if he is 
getting a great blow-job.  The penis has grown to a half of 
an erection and is patting my under my left jaw as he 
continues to move his hips as if he is fucking my mouth.

     The cameramen stop their filming and move around to 
different positions.  One is aiming his camera straight down 
from above my head.  Another is just to my right about a 
foot from my shoulder.  I think the third has moved around 
behind him near my open legs.  Bobby G. has straightened up 
and is looking down at me.  He takes the penis in his right 
hand and points it down toward my mouth.  It is almost fully 
erect now.  I quickly glance to my right and see the young 
director lady kneeling next to the cameraman.  She smile 
quietly at me and extends her thumb in the "thumbs up" 
position.  I hear a camera start up, so I look back at the 
penis.  The head of the thing is large in proportion to the 
shaft.  Is this why Bobby G. is a porn star?  It is not 
exactly long, as dicks go.  The whole studio is dead quiet, 
except for the soft hum of video cameras.  

     Lacking any directions from the director, I decide to 
take things into my own hands, so to speak.  With my left 
hand, the one opposite the camera, I take the dick from his 
hand and pull it toward me.  Bobby G. puts both of his hands 
on his hips and lets me pull him in.  When it touches my 
lips, I part them and the head slips past my teeth.  Earlier 
I had gone over how this might go.  I planned on first 
tonguing the bottom side of the dick on the vein so the 
camera will get a good shot.  I will suck and bite on the 
head and stick my tongue in the little hole, while slowly 
pumping my fist on the shaft.  Then, maybe, I will either 
let him fuck my mouth or I will bob up and down on it 
myself.  I know, from watching my dad's flicks, that they 
always cum so the camera can see it all, so I figure he will 
pull out in time for that.  He is the pro.  He has done this 
hundreds of times before.  He will pull it out and it will 
spurt lots of sperm on my face and nose, and on my lips and 
tongue.  I will just have to try to give the camera a good 
active blow-job.  I want them to think that I am a 
professional too.

     I open my mouth and push my tongue down the vein side 
of the dick.  He helps by pushing it in a little, forcing 
it's head up against the roof of my mouth.  Guys love it 
when that part of their dick is massaged by a wet tongue, so 
I slowly work it like it is a "Slow Poke" sucker.  I notice 
out the side of my eye that the camera lens is about a foot 
away from me on my right side, and I can hear the heavy 
breathing of the camera man.  I open my mouth wide so he can 
get a good shot of my tongue as it slides along the 
underside of the dick.  Bobby G, slowly rocking back and 
forth, is rubbing the dick on my tongue.  My hand is around 
the base of the cock.  It feels very hard now.  With a tight 
fist I begin pumping the part of the dick that is not in my 
mouth, keeping along with the rhythm of his rocking.  

     The dick unexpectedly is pulled out of my mouth and 
lays gently against my upper lip, it's head just under my 
nose.  My fist continues pumping with a slow steady pace, 
and I keep my tongue moving along the dick vein.  I am sure 
that Bobby G is about ready to cum.  I worry that, if it 
will be a big shot, I will get a nostril full from this 
angle. That does not sound like fun.  I want my lips and 
cheeks to get coated with the stuff!  There should be long 
lines of the cum running off my chin to my chest!  That is 
how all of my dad's videos show it.  The hole in the dick 
head is pushing at my left nostril.  I keep pumping the dick 
with my fist and licking it with my tongue.  Bobby G's 
breathing is labored and irregular.  

     Just as my fist feels the first contraction, Bobby G 
pushes the dick up the left side of my nose.  A large stream 
of white sperm lands under my eyebrow and coats most of my 
closed eyelid.  He begins pulling it away when the next shot 
comes out right onto the center of my nose.  I keep pumping 
the squirting tool with my fist, but trying instead to aim 
it at my mouth.  Half of the next stream of goo lands above 
my lip, but I am able to get the rest onto my tongue.  I am 
amazed that the third shot has as much volume as the first! 
 The next one fully lands in the back of my mouth at the 
entrance of my throat.  I feel a bunch of it running down my 
face from my left eye.  Bobby G lays the dick head on my 
tongue for the next couple of contractions.  Some sperm 
drips off my tongue making a long line down toward my chest. 
 I pull my tongue into my mouth bringing the dick in with 
it, and begin slowly fucking the dick with my mouth.  It is 
still pumping and there is not much stuff coming out, but I 
feel quite a large quantity of cum in my mouth.  I am 
tempted to swallow the goo, but instead force some of it 
around the dick and out past my lips.  Now I have long lines 
of cum dripping onto my chest from my nose, cheek, and chin. 
 Just the way it was done on my dad's collection at home!

     After a few minutes of sucking and dripping, Bobby G 
steps away from me and walks behind one of the cameras.  I 
must look like quite a mess, as I smile at the camera just a 
foot to my right and lick the rest of the cum off my lips.  
It tastes like cream of mushroom soup with a little pepper 
and not enough milk.  The room is still dead quiet, so I 
think quickly and squeegee a big glob off the left side of 
my face with my finger and push it into my mouth.  Breaking
the "fourth wall" rule by looking at the camera seems like 
a good idea, so I stick with it.  The center of my chest 
between my breasts has most of the spillage, but there is a
nice glob on my left boob near my nipple.  Without breaking 
eye contact with the camera, and with a little extra effort, 
I bring my breast up to my mouth and slowly lick it clean.

     I notice that Billy, the young lady director, is 
dragging the make-up kid toward me by tail of his shirt.  
"OK, OK, ah... cut!"  She says in stern voice.  "Bruce, 
clean her up."  As he nervously begins rubbing my boobs and
chest with a very cold and wet rag, Billy stands over me 
with her arms folded.  "That was really good, Anne, but much 
to short!  Don't worry.  Not your fault."  

     "Was look'n right into the camera OK?"  I ask.  "I 
don't usually do that, but just felt right at the time."

     "It was hot!  I loved it!  But you'll have to do that 
in the other scenes too, or it'll look out of place."

     "You mean I should make it look like I know that the 
audience is right there...watch'n?"

     "If that's the way you want to play it!  Great!  Now, 
after Bruce finishes cleaning you up, we need about ten more 
minutes of blow-job.  We'll cut it in somewhere before the 
climax.  Don't let him cum again... at least so's it can be
seen!"

     Billy walks over to where Bobby G is standing and starts 
a quiet, but animated, dialogue with him.   "Sit back so I 
can clean your face."  Bruce says as he finishes washing my 
breasts.  I lay back and angle my face toward him.  "Billy's 
pissed at him cuz he finished way too quick."  He says to me 
as he begins wiping the sperm off my nose.  "Man, I'll tell 
ya, that was hot."  He continues.  "Some of the crew is back 
there watch'n the tape now!"  I look up at him and catch his 
eye.  He suddenly becomes distracted and stops wiping my face.

     "Then you liked?"  I say, slowly licking my lips in a 
very sexy way at him.  He remains locked into my eyes for 
few moments before nervously continuing the clean-up job.  
He is biting his lip and his hand is obviously shaking.  It 
appears that he is not going to answer my question.  "Maybe 
after all this is done I'll do it to you?"  

     "Really?"

     "I'd like that, Bruce!"  I do not know why I am doing 
this to him.  Maybe it is because all of my juices are 
flowing and I am horny as hell.  I can not wait for someone
to pay attention to my body.  If something does not happen 
soon, I will have to try secretly slipping a few fingers 
into my crack to get myself off.  I can feel my clit 
twitching, and the insides of my thighs are wet.  

     Bruce finishes cleaning me up and moves his make-up 
cart off the set.  I sit upright on the hard narrow weight 
bench because my ass bone is hurting from sitting on it for 
too long.  The set is very warm from the powerful lights 
hanging from chains just over head, and a couple of them 
sitting on tripods a few feet away from me.  There is a 
small river of sweat running between my breasts even though
they had just been wiped clean by the make-up guy.  Bobby G
walks in front of the bench again and smiles down at me.  
Billy moves in close to me and gets down on one knee.  I 
think that I already know what she is going to tell me.  She 
needs some more face fucking to splice in before the cum 
scene.  She might again tell me to not let him cum.  I pull
some of the hair that is stuck to my sweaty face and look 
over at her.  Her eyes are locked on my erect nipples.  
There are little drops of sweat trying to form a mustache 
above her lip.  I look back at Bobby G.  He has one hand on
a hip.  The other hand is flipping the soft shriveled up 
penis back and forth trying, I guess, to wake it up again.  

     "Anne..."   Billy begins with a soft whisper close my 
ear, "I want you!"  I pull my ear away from her mouth and 
turn slightly toward her.  Our eyes meet for a moment, and 
she moves her mouth up to my ear again.  "You are so sexy..."  
I look back up to Bobby G.  He is still in the same stance, 
and is vigorously slapping the soft penis back and forth 
onto the front of his legs.  "When we're done shooting, I 
want to meet you back in my office."  She moves her mouth 
away from my ear, and I turn my face toward her again.  Our
noses are almost touching.  I look down to her lips and make 
a slight motion as if I am about to start a kiss.  She 
quickly stands up.  

     "OK!  Let's get this finished!"  She shouts so that the 
entire crew can hear.  "Anne, we need quite a few minutes of 
sucking.  We can't do with any more cum now... so don't let 
the camera know if that happens!"  She steps back, letting 
the cameramen move into position.  The one that I looked 
into before, with all that cum on my face, moves to about 
three feet from my right shoulder.   Another camera is 
aiming down from above my head.  Bobby G, with the narrow 
bench and my legs between his legs again, walks awkwardly up 
to me.  He is still flipping the penis around.  It has not 
gotten much bigger yet.  

     I hear the cameras start as he moves back into position.  
He brings his left arm back up to the barbell holder, and aims 
the penis at my mouth with the other hand.  The head is small 
and wrinkled.  There is a large drop of clear fluid on the 
outside of it's little hole.  Slouching down onto my sore 
ass bone again to match the penis' height, I let him put it
into my mouth.  With a quick suck, the whole thing goes all
the way in.  My nose nestles deeply into his pubic hair.  
This is a good time to pretend to "deep throat" it, and I am 
sure he will get hard quickly, so I keep my lips down at it's 
base.  I can not see anything with him in so close, so I 
close my eyes and concentrate on the task at hand.  Using 
my tongue, I flip the penis around in my mouth.  It is near
the back of my tongue about an inch away from the opening 
to my throat, and I notice that it is already beginning to 
thicken.  I put both of my hands under his buns and shake my 
head, pretending that the penis is too far into my throat.  
He lowers both of his hands and puts them behind my head.  I 
feel the dick slowly enlarge, inching it's way farther into 
my mouth.  Trying to move my head back meets firm resistance 
from his hands on the back of my head.  My mouth begins to 
feel very full, and I can not move the dick around with my 
tongue anymore.  It has lengthened to where it is touching 
the back of my throat.  Again I try to move away, but this 
time he responds by pulling my head in even farther.  I am 
not bad at doing "deep throat", but I am not prepared for it 
this time.  My gag reflex starts, but he pulls my head in 
even harder.  The organ feels hard now.  I can only imagine
how far it must be into my neck.  Just when I reach the 
point that I begin to retch, I dig my nails into the soft 
part behind his is knees.  The pressure on the back of my 
head immediately loosens, and I can move my head away.  I 
feel the dick's head momentarily stick as it tries to exit 
the entrance to my throat.  I remember how big and fat the 
penis got the first time.
	
     The emergency has ended.  That was close!  The large 
dick head is resting in the center of my tongue now, and I 
try to catch my breath.  I must have stopped breathing!  My
heart is pounding heavily in my chest.  Bobby G begins 
slowly rocking back and forth, gently rubbing the dick on my 
tongue again.  I am reminded how hot it is in here when a 
line of sweat  runs down the center of my nose.  I let him 
continue the gentle fucking motion as I rest from the 
excitement.  I figure that we have been working for only 
about two minutes now.  The sexy young director did not say
how much of this she wanted, so I will let Bobby G set the 
pace for a while.  I can hear that his breathing is heavy. 
The dick feels very hard, it's large head is pushing against 
my tongue and the roof of my mouth.  I keep my hands behind 
his legs.  This should give the cameras nice view of my little 
face fucking.  

     Without any warning, I feel a load of sperm hit the 
back of my throat.  He does not change his slow fucking 
motions.  I quickly swallow before it has a chance to run 
down into my windpipe.  Another load squirts out of the dick.  
I swallow again, hoping the camera does not notice.  The 
next couple of contractions do not shot the stuff to the 
back of my mouth, so I collect the rest in my mouth and 
around the dick.  When it finally stops pumping, after about 
ten kicks, I take a few small gulps and clean the stuff off 
the dick with my tongue.  Bobby G is kind of jerking around 
a little with his hips, and I feel the dick begin to soften.  
The dick head is probably extremely sensitive right now, but 
we surely must get a couple more minutes of blow-job on tape.  
Now I can get him back for almost making me puke!  I move 
back a bit to give my tongue room to move, and start rubbing 
it on the tip around the little hole.  With my hands behind 
his knees I feel that his legs are vibrating.  He must be 
going crazy.  Serves him right!  When he is about to give up 
I move my tongue to the ridges of the dick head, and run it 
around in circles.  I feel it begin to expand again.  

     The dick lengthens and it quickly becomes hard again. 
I try to tickle the tip of it with my tongue again, but it 
has filled my mouth.  Deciding to change the style of my 
blow-job, I grab the shaft with my left hand and the hairy 
sack with my other hand.  He had stopped the fucking motion
after the last orgasm, so I take the active role by quickly
bobbing up on down on the dick with my mouth and beating it 
off from the bottom with my hand.  We have been going at it 
for quite a while and my jaw is becoming stiff.  My ass bone 
has had enough pain too.  I think I will have to give the 
dick a little of this fast action and then call it quits.  
I bet that the penis has had enough too!  I gently scrap my
 fingernails on the back of the sack.  My hand at the base 
of the dick continues pumping up and down, and I firmly rub
my tongue on the vein side of the dick as I move it in and 
out of my mouth.  A little drop of sweat drips from Bobby G
above me onto my forehead.

     "OK...Cut!"  Billy shouts, but at the same moment the 
penis begins to ejaculate again.  This time I am able to 
position it with it's head just past my teeth.  "I said CUT
...STOP!"  She shouts again.  My hand slowly continues 
beating it off, and a small puddle of sperm begins to 
collect on my tongue.  Bobby G quickly takes a step back 
after about five contractions.  I sit up straight and smile
at Billy.  A line of cum runs out of my mouth down toward 
the bench between my legs.  Bobby G, standing a few feet in
front of me with the weight bench still between his legs is
squeezing the dick firmly with his fist.  He has a look of 
shock on his face.  The studio remains very quiet.  I look 
over back at the director and lick the sperm off my lips, 
but there is still a long line of it falling from my chin.
It seems that nobody knows what to do next.  Billy is just 
standing there with her clipboard pressed to her chest and 
her mouth hanging open.  The cameraman, who is on one knee 
just to my right, still has the camera running but is not 
looking through the eyepiece and does not have it aimed at 
anyone.

     This is the longest awkward moment I have ever been 
myself in.  I continue looking at Billy, wondering how I 
must look with my very sweaty body and a long line of semen
hanging off my chin.  A professional porn star would not 
have gotten so carried away, that is for sure!  I have my 
hands resting on my thighs not far from my crotch.  My body
has not been touched yet and it is screaming for some 
attention!  It would only take a few well placed fingers to
relieve the pressure!  My nipples are aching and my clitoris 
is throbbing.

     Finally Bobby G steps over the bench and stumbles away 
and the Billy comes up to me.   "Well!  That's a keeper!"  
She says with her clipboard still being hugged against her 
chest with both of her arms.  "We'll get you cleaned up and 
get going with scene two.  That's the fucking one."  

     "No way!"  Bobby G quickly interrupts.  "I'm done for 
today, Billy!  I couldn't fuck nobody now!"

     "Shit!"  Billy says, looking at him sternly.  He still 
is holding the penis with his fist.  "Well, we can still do 
the first scene.  Will you be ready tomorrow to finish the 
taping?"

     "Yeah! Sure!"  Bobby G says shaking his his as he walks 
away.

     "That sounds fine with me too, Billy."  I begin.  "Tell 
me about scene one?"

     "Oh, it's no big.  It's like you're working out in this 
gym here and, for some reason, you start masturbating and 
Bobby G catches you.  Then ya'all goof around a bit and fuck 
for a while before the blow-job action you just did so good."  
She looks back at Bobby G as he nears the door and shouts to 
him,  "I guess tomorrow you'll pick it up where you catch her 
playing with herself?"

     "I'll try."  He says without turning around. "See you 
tomorrow."  

     "Throw on that robe."   Billy says, pointing to a white 
terry cloth robe next to the Nordic Track.  "When the cameras 
are ready, you can begin working on any machine you want."  
She steps close to me and moves her mouth up to my ear again.  
"When you're fingering your little pussy, I want you to think 
about me.  I'm going to have you later!"  She moves away from 
my ear and looks into my eyes.  Again I move my lips toward 
her's, but she returns to my ear.  "In my office... when we're 
done."  I reach up with a hand toward one of her breasts, but 
she quickly stands up, steps away and shouts, "OK people!  
Let's get this started!"  
