                                Untitled Gangbang
                                       by
                                 Kenny N Gamera


I stood at the bar in a Nevada whorehouse with a bottle of near beer
watching a camera crew do their pre-shoot duties.  I wondered how in the
hell I ended up in this situation for maybe the millionth time since my
friend asked me to tag along with him.  I didn't belong in places like
this waiting to be part of a live studio audience to a pornstar
gangbang.

Just be thankful, Gamera, I reminded myself, you could be part of that
imbroglio.

Which is what Fred had wanted in the first place.

"Come on Ken, it'll be a blast," he proclaimed.  "Besides, you need to
get laid."

"No, I need to get off my ass and write that damn article on
white-tailed deer for _Field_&_Stream_ and then maybe see if I can sell
something else to pay the rent.  Besides, I not so hard up that I need
to pay a grand to get sloppy seconds from some bleach blonde bimbo with
an eating disorder and a bad tit job."

"Rhonda Casabas does not have a bad tit job!"  he protested to me as he
had done before when I have questioned the quality of his favourite
slut-for-hire's surgery.

"Anyway, I'm not going to go to fuck some porn slut.  Especially when it
is getting taped.  My father watches those things and so does my sister
and her boyfriend.  If they see it, they'll..."

"...be glad your getting a piece," Fred finished for me.  "You haven't
gotten any since Julie left you last year."

"That's beside the point," I shouted at him.

"Nope, it is the point."  He took hold of my shoulder in a brotherly
way.  "You're going nuts.  A little bit of Rhonda will help settle you
down and get the edge off."

"Or get a case of fugacious genitalia," I said snidely.

The argument began after he returned from the dictionary.  It continued
for most of the night.  In the end, we compromised.  He really needed me
there as moral support, not because he was worried about my developing
blue balls.  He worried about that, too, but he was happy that I agree
to come along without actually participating in the orgy.  I was glad to
get him off my back even if it meant my watching a few hundred men
assembly line fuck a women with more plastic in her than women.

Things were done with more class than I would have thought given my
general impression of such things.  The beer was something other than
"Cheap Local Lager" even if it was 'merician.  The stuff I was drinking
could have almost passed as real beer, which is better than most
brands.  The company doing the buffet had done an excellent job with
it.  I had a chance to enjoy some of the best salad bar that I had had
in a long time.

Still, it was a pornstar gangbang.  The male participants were walking
around in at most a tee-shirt with the words "Rhonda Casabas: All-star
Gang-bang 2000" on them.  Others wore just their socks.  Some had just
what mother had given them for their birthdays.  Though, one guy had a
photo-realistic picture of Rhonda Casabas tattooed on his chest.  Other
then the shoot crew, who looked about as excited as a group of shell
shocked POWs, I was the only one dressed in a normal manner.

The guest of honour was missing, but I could see a group of women
dressed in shorts and plain white tee-shirts standing at the far side of
the room.  There were about ten or twelve of them.  The majority were
blonde or a reasonable facsimile of one.  Three were Asian including one
of the blondes.  One was black.  The last three dark haired white girls.

I scanned them for awhile, mostly because I couldn't stand watching the
aging motourcyclists and brain-dead frat boys any longer.  Not a one
appealed to me.  I got bored of the large breasted skinny girl back when
I first started sneaking my father's a _Playboys_ when I was in junior
high school.  Also, the first girl to perform a cardioectomy on me had
bodacious tits.

The girl who helped pick up the pieces was a cute little redhead with
champange saucer breasts.  Hugging her felt like I was hugging her, not
fighting her for a couple of basketballs stuck between us.  Since then,
I've looked for the petite girls without a lot up top.  Being picky has
maybe cost me a little, but I have felt it was worth it.

Fred, however, likes them big.  He found me again, just as the emmcee
announced the entrance of the star of the show.  He nudged me in the
side, a little forcefully.

"Look at those things," he whispered to me as he pointed, rather rudely,
at the flesh spilling from her halter top.  "God, I can't believe I'm
going to get to slide my sausage between those things."

I didn't tell him that I couldn't believe he'd want to.  Instead, I
said, "A dream come true."

"It's not too late, Ken."

"You mean I can go home now?"

"No, you asshole, I can still talk the producer into letting you join
in.  He is a friend of mine."

"I rather go home," I said with a smile, "but you go ahead and have your
fun.  I'll watch."

"Your loss."

With that he began to get into line.  I got another NA and leaned
against the portable bar.  I wished that someone had brought chairs, but
no one had real expected a non-participant to be around.  Fred's buddy
had gotten me into the show.  I think that Fred and he were convinced
that I would have jumped at the chance to join in after it had started,
but they thought wrong.

I merely watched (feeling like tits on a priest)as the guys formed up
into a single file leading up the dance floor of the bordello.
Rhonda Casabas laid back on a table in the middle.  Above her, the disco
ball hung lifeless from the ceiling.  The neon moon was off.  A thicket
of cables had been taped down to the wooden dance floor.  It was as
stimulating as dad's slide show.

The girls I had noticed before went over to the men at the front of the
line.  One by one, each dropped to her knees and took a limp, semi-hard,
or ridged penis into her mouth.  With a talent developed from hours of
working at burned out studs, they began to get their assigned studs to a
point where they could do the job to the main attraction with the
minimal amount of time.

I got another pseudo-beer from the bartender.

"Better take it easy on those, buddy," he said in mock seriousness.
"Another hundred and I'll have to cut you off."

"Ha, Ha," I answered with boredom dripping from my voice.  "Do these
often?"

"Yep, I don't care for them myself, wrong side of the fence for me, but
part of the deal is that my staff gets to take part.  Most think it is a
nice fringe benefit."

The first stud had taken his spot at the cunt and began to thrust into
her pussy.  He got to stroke himself maybe a few dozen times, moving
like a bunny before he announced his impending release.  As the next guy
took his place, stud number one moved to the girl's face.  Barely
removing his condom in time, he released a surprising amount of cum
onto her face.  The first few spurts actually streaked her face.

"I'd like to have a chance with him."  He looked at me as I watched the
next man, a large black man who violated the old rule, pounded away at
the shaved mound before him.  "So what are you doing here?"

"Watching a bunch of losers prove it to the world."
I took a pull from my beer.  "Really, a friend of mine couldn't do this
by himself; he talked me into lending moral support.  Also, I think he
wants me to join in."

"Why don't you?"  He wiped away the ring of moisture that my bottle left
behind.  "Wrong side?"

"Nope, I just don't like porn sluts."  I put my beer down and added,
"it's not your lucky day."

"Guess not, but it was worth a try."  He shrugged and smiled.

"No harm done.  Better luck next time."

He wandered away, and I began to watch the line.  Fred had finally made
it to the girls at the head of the line to receive his.  He got the
blond Asian, who went to work at his slightly larger than average meat
with a vengeance.  Next to him, another blond was lick the shaft of a
black man who had something that people would expect on a member of his
race.

She was beautiful.  I was kind of far away, maybe a third of the way to
the pitcher's mound, but I could tell that her face was soft and
rounded.  Not a sharply angled look, but an innocent look.  Her nose was
the little upturned nose of a cheerleader.

She wore no shirt by then.  I could easily see her breast.  They were
small handfuls topped by small pink caps.  I stared a moment too long;
she caught me watching.

She winked and began to work at the man in front of she with a passion
as opposed to the routine way she had gone about it before.  The whole
time I studied her face and the changes in its shape as she swallowed
the penis in her hands.  Finally, the man left to put on his condom and
join the ranks of those who had fucked Rhonda Casabas.  An aged hippie
walked in front of my girl, blocking her face with his pimply ass.

"Yep," said the bartender, "I'm out of luck.  Want another beer?"

I looked down and found that I had finished the one I had.  I shook my
head not trusting my voice to break.  He brought me the refill and took
the empty soldier away.

I watched the gangbang continue through the mirror, until Fred came up.
I turned to see him whisper something into Rhonda's ear.  She nodded to
his question, and he climbed up onto the table.

As he placed his dick between her breast, Rhonda closed them around the
shaft.  The mobile cameraman walked up for a close shot of Fred's
tittie-fuck of the pornstar.  The Asian girl had done her job well and
soon, my friend began to shoot all over her chin and neck.  I applauded
as he walked away and another black man went between the outstretched
legs of Rhonda.

I turned to the bar and at my side was the girl from the line.  She was
down to just her panties.  In her hand was a glass of water.

"Hi," she said to me as the bartender went to the very far end of the
bar.

"Hello," I answered, wondering what else to say to a nearly naked girl
with eyes the colour of summer haze.

"I'm taking a break."  She sipped some water.  "Lonely?"

"A little."

"Your Fred's friend aren't you?"

I looked at her, a little surprised.  "Yeah, I didn't know that you knew
Fred."

"I met him at a party Wally threw a few years ago.  When Wally said he
was here with a friend, I thought that meant you were joining in.  I was
shocked to find out that you weren't."

"Not my thing."

"What is your thing?"

"Nature writing."  I shrugged.  "I did a thing on the destruction of the
habitat of the anaconda for a naturalist magazine and a few other
things."

"Was that in _Discover_?"

"Yes, it was."  I looked at her in surprise again.  "You read it."

"Sure, I study science at UC Berkley," she answered.  "When I'm not
sucking cock on tape."

"You like that?"

"Science? Yes."   She then shrugged her shoulders.  "Doing porn?  It's a
living."

"You go to Berkley?"

"Yeah, I'm a native Californian.  The tuition is cheap relative to what
it could be.  Scholarships help.  Porn keeps litter in the litter box."

I sighed, "yeah, that's a full time battle isn't it."

"Sure is."  Wally made a gesture at her.  It wasn't angry, thank God,
just a can't-you-hurry-it-up wave of the hands.  She looked back at me
and said, "I got to go now.  It's been nice talking to you."

"What's your name?" I spurted before she could put her glass down.

"Shelly."

"Can I see you again sometime?"

"Sure," she paused to think, "Ken.  Here's my number."

She quickly wrote out her number onto a bar napkin.  I shoved it into my
shirt pocket as she walked away.  She moved her slim ass in a very
purposely seductive way.  I took a pull on my beer.

"Well, I may not have been lucky, but you sure were," said my friend the
bartender from behind me.  "Congratulations."

"For what," asked Fred.  He now had on a pair of brief and the gangbang
tee-shirt.  "I miss something?"

"Yes, I'll tell you about the vicissitude that just occurred on the way
home."

Fred turned to the bartender.  "Could I get a bud?  And while you're at
it dig up a dictionary, too.

"You and your god damn big ass words, you asshole."
