Chapter 3 - Pre-Production

He did manage to hold off from fucking any member of the household, with the help of Emmy and the prospect of the exploits to come that weekend. The thought of having two prostitutes to fuck was more than enough to focus on. 

The coming activities would require preparation. He packed his equipment into his hockey bag--three camcorders, three tripods, extra tapes, the same clothes he wore during his activities with Emmy, the comforter and pillow cases from his bed, lubricant, condoms, the credit card in his dog's name and $400 in cash to give to the prostitutes as a tip. He even printed out a release form from the internet so that he would have rights to the video (Sven planned to have them sign it before accepting the cash). 

Through the rest of the week he remained on pins and needles. He didn't notice his mother's attempts to get attention, nor Kirsten's or Alfy's. He told his parents that he was going to play hockey and "maybe" sleep over at a friend's house. He had hired an alibi agency to manage the details of this lie. 

For only $100 the agency would provide him an answering service that would three way call him in the event that someone would ask for him. They also agreed to pick him up and drop him off. 

Sven gave his parents the number to reach him. The father was pleased that Sven had a social activity and, better yet, it included his favorite sport, hockey. His mother was a little suspicious but didn't protest. And when a non-descript, Ford Taurus pulled into the driveway, none at the house were any wiser. 

He lugged his bag out to the car, packed it into the trunk and climbed into the back seat. The parents waved good-bye and the driver, a middle aged woman, waved back, putting the car in reverse and backing out. 

The driver was an eastern european and Sven had trouble giving her directions to the hotel downtown. After driving around the hotel twice she stopped and let Sven out at the corner. He tipped her $5 and she sped off leaving Sven on his own. 

He checked into the hotel and, almost shaking, brought his bag up to the room. He got a very nice suite, cost him $300, but he figured that the concierge wouldn't bother people that rented such rooms. 

Sven went about setting up his equipment--checking the best angles of the bed and the bathroom. He envisioned a sex scene in the whirl pool tub or the standing shower. Having never been able to take Emmy out of his room, sex in the shower would be a new experience. 

He phoned the escort service and found out that the girls, Amber and Nina, were already on their way to the hotel. He was told to call their cells to let them know the room number. He called up Amber, the genuine girl first and told her the room. She asked if they could get room service and Sven said sure. Nina spoke broken english with a Brazilian accent. 

Sven changed the seats on the bed and sat to watch television until they arrived. Amber came first. She was wearing a burgundy tube top under a suede leather coat with white cashmere lining. He barely opened the door and she barged right in. 

"So it's gonna be one of these jobs, huh?" She said tossing her coat onto a chair and fishing a cigarette from her purse. "Poppy told me to do whatever you like, so you must have either some big friends or some big money." 

Locking and bolting the door, Sven turned and said, "Why not both?" 

"Oh you're cute. So how old are you? Sixteen or Seventeen?" 

"That's about right," said lied hoping to avoid giving any personal details about himself. 

"You're a smart one aren't ya? The smart ones are always a bunch of perverts. This'll be some fun I bet. What do you have planned?" She took a drag on her cigarette and adjusted her auburn hair. 

"Well, another girl is coming and then I'll explain to both what shots we'll do and all that. But she should be here soon," Sven said, wanting desperately to get the show on the road so that he could dispense with all the questions. 

Unfortunately Nina didn't show up and Sven called to find that she'd be a couple hours late. Amber told him that "Poppy" said for them to stay as long as he wanted, and not to worry about time. She got hungry and they ordered lunch. While she was scarfing down broiled chicken wrap, between bites she never stopped talking. 

"I started doing this in high school. My older brother was a computer nerd and we would make movies and found people to sell them to online. People would send us cash and we'd send them VHS tapes. 

"It started out with just me but he eventually got involved. It was a fucked up feeling loosing my virginity to my own brother on camera. It's like at school I had to pretend that this whole side of my life didn't exist, but I'd come home and whenever my parents left it was like, Bam we start fucking in front of the camera. 

"We never fell in love or anything. It was like a job for us. We lived down south so it's not like we had any jobs anyway. So the only way we got spending money was through this. It was never that much when I think back on it, but back then I was rich compared to all the kids in the neighborhood. 

"Naturally it didn't last. He accidentally left a tape in the camcorder and my mom found it a couple days later. He took all the blame though, that was really cool of him. Daddy beat the shit out of him and threw him out of the house. He was out of high school so he figured he'd have to do that eventually anyway. 

"After that Daddy started in on me. Late at night he'd come into my room and whisper to me that I was a little slut and that he knew my secret. I figured he knew that we were making money off of it and that I was never seduced. 

"He would have me suck his cock at first but eventually he would fuck me. He loved to fuck my ass. He said that mom was a cunt and never let him do it. Anyways, he knocked me up and after missing a handful of periods I started to show. Daddy freaked out and told me we'd have to get me an abortion. 

"I didn't care. We drove a couple towns away and went to a clinic. It didn't take long but it was a little painful and I was sore all over. Mom was suspicious but there was no way for her to know what was done. 

"She did find out though. Daddy charged the abortion and she saw the bill and flipped. She threatened to call the cops on dad unless he left. He did, but after that mom treat me like shit. She even started beating me and all that. 

"I went to live with my brother. We never got back into doing anything sexual anymore. He lived in a shitty apartment in Florida. He was became a big gambler and run up debts with every bookie in the state. Once he convinced me to go with him to a party, but when I got there a whole bunch of guys gang raped me. I tried to enjoy it, but the guys were just rough as hell with me. My brother owed them money and they were going to use me in exchange. 

"It pissed me off so much that he used me like that, but he explained to me that he would've been killed if he didn't do something. He convinced me to help him with his other debts and for a while our apartment was filled with angry guys wanting to fuck me instead of kill my brother. I was able to get into it after a while. It made me feel good that I was able to save my brother. 

"He got back on his feet for a while, getting a job and statying away from the casinos and tracks, but that was only on the surface. He would sneak out or play hookie and run off to a poker game. He got involved with the wrong people and run up a pretty large debt. 

"Coming home from work one day, I found him beaten and bloodied on our couch with a couple of guys standing beside him. One guy held out a gun to his head and told me that my brother was gonna get shot right in front of me unless, I agreed to go with them. 

"I was hysterical and agreed to all sorts of shit. I mean I was seventeen and put in that situation, I was so naive that I would've agreed to anything. Basically they owned me. I was sold to them so that my brother wouldn't die. They held that shit over me forever. They told me I was working off his debt. I had no idea if he was even gambling and running up more debt. 

"They had me working at an exclusive whore house, getting fucked every way under the sun. Old men would come and beat me, women would come and whip me, I got pissed on, all sorts of shit you wouldn't believe. 

"One day after I was sent to some prestigious fraternity reunion party where I got gang banged and forced to drink about a bucket of cum, I said fuck it. No brother is worth that. So I snuck out and ran away. 

"I hitch hiked north and came to this city. Since I basically only knew how to fuck I was able to get a job pretty quickly. I'm still young and pretty, so now I'm making good money. Thing is, I can't plan on doing this forever, so I gotta plan ahead. Most girls end up hooked on drugs and all their work goes for that. I don't need heroine to take my brother's place. 

There was a knock at the door and Sven was grateful to end Amber's life story. He went to the door, and looked through the peep hole to Nina, dressed in a see through pink blouse and a black tank top. She was looking back and forth while perking her lips in nervous anticipation. 

Sven opened the door and she quickly came inside.  Once inside she turned to him.  Sven thought there was a mistake, there was no sign that this woman before him was anything but a genuine girl.  "Rusty, no?" she asked him in a portugese accent.

"That's me," Sven lied shaking her feminine hand.  He had to ask, "Are you the... um...  tran... shemale?"

She gave him a sly smile and walked beside him taking his hand and bringing it under her short demin miniskirt.  His fingers brushed along her balls and cock.  "Proof enough for you, no?" she said.  Sven's cock stirred and he swallowed hard.




