Ragingbull
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OOC: I’m Billy Longfellow, a 32 year old male porn star and movie producer. I started in the business at age 20 through a modeling agency. When the size of my male organ was discovered I was quickly recruited for porn. By 28 I had made over 100 movies. I still made several movies each year, but mostly I concentrated on my business. Using a financial backer and savings I opened my own movie studio. In order to pose as a legitimate business and find fresh new talent I also opened a modeling agency. I received a number of referrals from other agencies for models that didn’t quite make their cut but who had that certain look that made them ideal candidates for my studio. I also received the occasional walk-in. My staff would screen each candidate and make sure they knew that “suggestive nudity” would be required. Those that were still interested would be invited back for a “photo shoot” which I often personally observed. If a girl showed a willingness to pose as the pictures became more and more suggestive, one of the male “models” would join her and suggest they pose together – innocent but suggestive poses. This often led to more explicit poses. If the girl had the “right stuff” she would be invited for a screen test as an actress. The best of these would become porn stars. When I was around, I often took on the role of male model for some of the more promising prospects. I could always tell a winner by her reaction to my sizeable cock when I dropped my trousers. In this thread I happen to be walking through the lobby when I see a beautiful young 18 year-old girl waiting to see the receptionist, and her equally stunning mother. I make an exception to my normal procedures and decide to personally become the screener. Parts initially taken include...
Billy Longfellow – me (6’1”, blue eyes, long dark hair in a ponytail, buff 195 pounds)
Daughter or Mother – Angelofsex (She’ll pick one. The other is open - PM me first)...
Any and all other parts are open for anyone to just jump in. For example, I work with several female porn stars that screen males the same way I screen females. There is a receptionist, photographers, camera crew, other models just getting in to porn and whatever else you can imagine. Only rule is no abuse to anyone who doesn’t welcome it. I have a big bouncer named Bruno. The thread will work best if you try to stay in the studio as much as possible.
IC: The alarm clock buzzed in my ear. It was 9 AM - way too early for civilized humans. I sat up in bed and looked out through the large windows at the ocean less than 100 yards away. The sun was shining and the surf was up – a great day for the beach. A few sun bunnies and a number of surfers were already gathered. Unfortunately, I promised my accountant that I would stop by the office to go over my taxes. He picked the unreasonable hour of 10 AM. I quickly showered and pulled on a pair of loose fitting slacks, a black T-shirt and sandals. I dried my hair and tied it back in a ponytail. After a quick glass of juice I hopped in my Porsche, put down the top and headed for the studio. I walked into the front lobby to meet my accountant, but it was still early. I greeted our pretty new receptionist. She was a real looker. I’d have to check out what was inside her panties one of these days. I was about to head to the office when in walked two of the most gorgeous human beings I ever laid eyes upon. From their facial features it was obvious that they were related, and both were stunningly beautiful. They walked up to the receptionist. The one that looked older said she wanted to know if her daughter could audition to be a model. When asked if she was referred by another agency, the mother said no. They lived nearby and had seen the sign out front. The receptionist handed them a form to be filled out and told them to take a seat. I decided to take control of the situation myself… “Ladies, please let me introduce myself. I’m Billy and I own this place”... I directed my next comment to the mother… “Rather than sit out here and wait why don’t you two come back to my office. I’ve got a little time on my hands and I’d be happy to discuss your daughter’s modeling career”… I told the receptionist that if my accountant showed, I wasn’t around. We retired to my lavishly furnished office with Persian carpets, display cases full of fine artwork, leather couches, a sculptured glass coffee table, a mahogany desk and a large wet bar in the corner. I offered them a drink and then we sat. I was in a big leather chair next to the two of them on the couch. “Now tell me Miss… or Ma’am… tell me what you think being a model is all about, and why you think it would be a good career choice.”
Billy Longfellow – me (6’1”, blue eyes, long dark hair in a ponytail, buff 195 pounds)
Daughter or Mother – Angelofsex (She’ll pick one. The other is open - PM me first)...
Any and all other parts are open for anyone to just jump in. For example, I work with several female porn stars that screen males the same way I screen females. There is a receptionist, photographers, camera crew, other models just getting in to porn and whatever else you can imagine. Only rule is no abuse to anyone who doesn’t welcome it. I have a big bouncer named Bruno. The thread will work best if you try to stay in the studio as much as possible.
IC: The alarm clock buzzed in my ear. It was 9 AM - way too early for civilized humans. I sat up in bed and looked out through the large windows at the ocean less than 100 yards away. The sun was shining and the surf was up – a great day for the beach. A few sun bunnies and a number of surfers were already gathered. Unfortunately, I promised my accountant that I would stop by the office to go over my taxes. He picked the unreasonable hour of 10 AM. I quickly showered and pulled on a pair of loose fitting slacks, a black T-shirt and sandals. I dried my hair and tied it back in a ponytail. After a quick glass of juice I hopped in my Porsche, put down the top and headed for the studio. I walked into the front lobby to meet my accountant, but it was still early. I greeted our pretty new receptionist. She was a real looker. I’d have to check out what was inside her panties one of these days. I was about to head to the office when in walked two of the most gorgeous human beings I ever laid eyes upon. From their facial features it was obvious that they were related, and both were stunningly beautiful. They walked up to the receptionist. The one that looked older said she wanted to know if her daughter could audition to be a model. When asked if she was referred by another agency, the mother said no. They lived nearby and had seen the sign out front. The receptionist handed them a form to be filled out and told them to take a seat. I decided to take control of the situation myself… “Ladies, please let me introduce myself. I’m Billy and I own this place”... I directed my next comment to the mother… “Rather than sit out here and wait why don’t you two come back to my office. I’ve got a little time on my hands and I’d be happy to discuss your daughter’s modeling career”… I told the receptionist that if my accountant showed, I wasn’t around. We retired to my lavishly furnished office with Persian carpets, display cases full of fine artwork, leather couches, a sculptured glass coffee table, a mahogany desk and a large wet bar in the corner. I offered them a drink and then we sat. I was in a big leather chair next to the two of them on the couch. “Now tell me Miss… or Ma’am… tell me what you think being a model is all about, and why you think it would be a good career choice.”