Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 116(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
“Ralph,” said Lauren silkily. “This is my friend Melanie.”
“Hey Melanie,” he leered. “What can I do for you?”
Hopefully nothing, but Lauren soldiered on ahead. “You know how Renata quit last week?” she asked. “Well, I figured Mel could fill in on the ‘Dirty Co-eds’ video.”
What video? Lauren had explained that we’d be stripping, but not that we’d be filmed. What in the world? But the plot only thickened.
“You know that new video Jack Strike is filming?” continued Lauren. “Mel would be perfect for Girl 2, you know the one that gets taken for the first time.”
Now I definitely had to interrupt. This didn’t sound like stripping at all. It sounded more like porn. But Lauren glared at me and made a subtle gesture with her hand, rubbing her forefingers against her thumb. Oh right, I needed money and didn’t want to ruin my chances before we’d even begun. Grinding my teeth, I vowed to confront her about this unexpected development as soon as we got on the bus to go back home.
Meanwhile, Ralph leaned back in his chair, so far I thought he might fall over backwards. He shot us a sleazy smile and looked me up and down.
“Strike’s in LA, but he told me to collect audition videos from girls who came in,” he said. “You got one?” he nodded my way.
“Um,” I stuttered. Of course I didn’t have an audition tape. I was here to dance, and not offer myself as a potential performer in the adult entertainment industry.
“No, she doesn’t,” cut in Lauren quickly. “But let’s film one now. It’ll be easy,” she said.
“Sure,” replied Ralph, swiveling his laptop around to face us. “I got a camera embedded here. It’s high-def, so it’ll capture everything. Just start taking it off when you’re ready.”
I turned to Lauren, my mouth open and shocked eyes wide. What was I supposed to do? But she merely reached into her bag and then pressed a dildo into my hand before whispering out of the corner of her mouth, “Don’t worry, no one’s going to see except the producer.”
What? What was I supposed to do with this rubber toy that she’d just passed onto me? Was I supposed to …? Oh my god, no. I couldn’t move for a moment, and merely stared down at the huge fake penis in my hand. It was squishy yet soft at once, and I had half a mind to throw it on the floor and walk out.
But Lauren made that gesture with her thumb and forefingers again, reminding me that I needed money. My heart sank as I stood there motionless. Right. Tuition was due, and there was no way out except the here and now. So with rigid shoulders, I pivoted and turned back to the camera.
“What do I do?” came my low voice, barely audible.
Ralph leaned back in his chair, a red light on the laptop indicating that it was already recording.
“What do you think?” he leered. “Dance. Take your clothes off and let Jack Strike see what he needs to see. If he likes you, he’ll call,” he added casually. “But if all you do is stand there like some dumb llama, then you can be sure he won’t call,” Ralph added.
Shit, shit! I didn’t want to do this, but what choice was there? I needed the tuition money badly, otherwise I was going to end up like Lauren’s mom working at the local Supermart for minimum wage. I needed to get myself a degree so that I could become a W-2 employee and not an hourly worker who was utterly disposable.
My face flushed and I looked at Lauren pleadingly for guidance, but she just nodded and gestured purposefully with her hands.
“Go!” she whispered. “Waggle your hips, and bounce your butt a little,” she said, miming the actions. “Dance, dance!”
I closed my eyes, utterly humiliated, but with no choice. Slowly, I edged my trench coat off my shoulders. Per my roomie’s instructions, underneath I’d worn a tiny black bra and panties with high, high heels, showing off my curvy hips, big boobs, the stilettos lengthening my legs.
Ralph gave a wolf whistle, calling out, “Show some tit, work it baby!”
Oh no. I knew I was going to be bad at this, but it was ten times worse with the greasy dude staring. That, and the red light of the recording laptop made me feel so nervous and humiliated. But I had to do this, so I kept my eyes closed and pretended that I was alone on a desert island with a handsome, dark stranger. Make that two handsome, dark strangers with penetrating blue eyes. They were watching me with warm gazes as I rotated my hips. I pinched my nipple through my bra, pretending it was them. Ohhh! That felt good.
Getting into it, I lifted my tits out of my bra cups and suckled one, pushing the puffy nipple in my mouth. Goddamn if I didn’t hear Ralph unzip his fly, no doubt starting up the hand job again.