Free or fucked up? (closed)

[ericrodman101]

Danny Wilde
33; 1.8m; 77kg
Ex pornstar turned producer

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Danny Wilde checked his emails again. The agency had let him down this morning and now they weren't answering the phone. Four young black studs they promised him. The ones he picked from the online catalogue. He had a crew and two new girls prepped and waiting on the set. Another movie in his series 'Black on White'.

Not to mention the rest of the days filming backing up. Time was money, especially in porn.

All the usual spam, mostly guys volunteering their services. If you laid the cocks of all the guys who emailed him offering to work for free, end to end on the border, no one would be paying for the wall. Danny had a mental image of Mexicans climbing over a pile of cocks which stretched from horizon to horizon.

But one email caught his attention. A UCLA address. He didn't know it. Probably one of those colleges that work out of a trailer somewhere and send you a mail order degree.

"Good morning Mr Wilde. I googled Angel Studios and you look like the sort of place which will suit my needs.

I am a college student undertaking my PhD in feminist studies and have selected the thesis topic 'Women in porn: free or fucked up?' I am hoping you will allow me to introduce myself, let me interview you and some of your female actors, and view some of your work in the studios. I promise that everything you say will be confidential unless we agree otherwise, and you will get final say on what I submit. I am in LA tomorrow so will call around 10am in case you are available.

Looking forward to meeting you,

Regards, Sanna."

Danny leaned back in his chair and considered the strange request. What harm could it do? He had no permanent actors anyway, just agency girls and guys, and a few regulars he could call on, plus the newbies he selected from the six month recruitment drive he ran called 'get ahead in porn'.

And all publicity was good publicity.

'See you at 10,' he emailed back. He might have asked a question or two, but the limo arrived out front with the black guys and he had work to do.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

Sanna Jensen
23; 1.68m, 60kg
Masters student in sociology at UCLA

This is crazy, honey. I can't understand why you actually have to go see these people... can't you just like.. do a survey or something??

Sanna rolled her eyes at Tom's ignorance of her studies. They were on their couch in their little apartment near the UCLA campus, Tom sitting and Sanna lying down with her feet on his lap and him giving her feet massage. He had great hands, she thought to herself. Sensitive, caring. Nice. In her darker moods she said to herself that it compensated for his lack of dick size. But she would then regret reasoning like that and feel guilty instead. The guilt usually resulted in her giving him a blowjob - a clear case of overcompensation. One time - after she had shared Tom's dick size with a girlfriend (Oh so you mean he's both vertically and horizontally challenged in that department?? - she'd joked, which had made Sanna giggle uncontrollably) - Sanna had asked Tom in no uncertain terms to spank her when they fucked, as if she wanted to be punished for talking about his penis behind his back. Tom had been so surprised, he'd cum inside her immediately. She never asked him to be rough with her again.

"A survey?? You are so clueless about social studies. I need to actually meet them! Get to ask questions, get a feel for who they are and why they do it..."

"Yeah yeah... I just.. it's a dirty business. Be careful..." Tom replied.

"It is, is it..? What do you know about the porn industry, darling..??" Sanna retracted her feet and pulled down her shorts and panties. She knew full well that she was with a guy who actually didn't like porn. They had talked about it, and he had owned up to watching a bit when he was a teenager but just getting intimidated by it's "lack of realism". Sanna shared his sentiment, and was really just as much a prude as he was but liked to tease him for it. In all honesty, they were both two nerds who would choose to discuss feminism on a friday evening rather than go out, or even have sex.

But right now, Sanna wanted her pussy eaten, and she beckoned for Tom to go down on her.

***

The following day, Sanna found herself in front of an office block in San Fernando Valley and she rang the buzzer of Angel Studios. She had three months in which to complete her paper on the subject of women in the porn industry, and she was looking forward to getting started. She just hoped that Angel Studios was the right place for it and that they would accept her nosing about in their business...

 

[ericrodman101]

The last 24 hours had not gone well for Danny. For starters, everything had run late. He tried to recall his days fucking on porn sets. Sure it had been chaotic, but it had been one hell of a ride. Ten or more years of fucking for a living. Just turning up each day on set, maybe being given a basic scenario and a couple of lines to learn. Or just being shown into a room, told to undress, introduced to the girls and the crew. And told to go for it. What more could a young over-sexed guy ask for?

Yes, there had been the health scares and the medical checks. Not everyone paid on time. And some of the people you met in porn you wouldn't take home to your mother. But much of the time it was like any job. Waiting around, gossiping, getting bored, making friends, but with a lot of fucking. 'Make new friends and fuck them' had sort of been his personal motto. He'd get that printed on a t-shirt if he found the time.

But now, as a director in charge of a studio, he felt like he was being overwhelmed. If some guy didn't get wood it was his problem. If some girl was having her period it was his problem. If some couple turned up and aired their personal stuff on set when all Danny wanted was them to fuck who he said, when he said, it was his problem. He was 'mother'. Then there were the regulator visits - which reminded him. Fuck! The guys from the State of California Division of Occupational Safety and Heath were scheduled later today.

And he didn't even own the studio. Angel was his first commercial gig. He was sort of just minding it for a friend. A friend who'd fallen foul of the taxman and was spending a little time over the border. But if this gig worked out, Danny wanted to invest in a studio and make his mark as a professional porn producer.

Today was no better than yesterday. It was only 10am and already the agency had let him down. School girl types he'd asked for. The women who'd turned up must have been forty. The site who'd commissioned the piece wanted barely legal, a group of school girls in seriously ill-fitting uniforms to reverse gangbang their student teacher. Studio 2 had been free so while he sorted things out with the agency, he'd put the MILFs in there with the student teacher and some other guys, and just told them to ad lib. At least everyone's health cards had been in order.

And now the electrics were playing up in studio 1. He was waiting on the electrician on line 1 and the agency on line 2 when his personal assistant came in.

"There's someone called Sanna in reception," Janey said. "For a 10 o'clock appointment. I don't think she's a working girl. Says she's from UCLA."

 

[SannaBlonde82]

Sanna sat and waited in the reception area, doing her best not to look around too inquisitively, her eyes darting between the screen of her phone and the goings-on around her. In a way, it was just like any office of business - and why shouldn't it be? People in ordinary office outfits were walking about taking care of.... business. Just porn business, in this case.

But then two girls walked past her. They were her age, and they talked loudly and indiscreetly about what sounded like a male colleague who apparently had treated one of the girls badly on a set. The words "cum" and "anal" were heard. Not your average office, watercooler conversation... Sanna couldn't help eavesdropping and studying the two girls. They were dressed in comfortable clothes, like they'd been to the gym or something. Apart from their vocabulary and the huge fake tits on one of them, they could have been just any young girls in L.A.

But then the one without the silicone, a tall afro-american girl, caught Sanna looking at them.
"Hey, Michelle.. check out college girl over here! Studio bringing in loads of amateurs lately..!"

The one called Michelle turned towards me and now they were both staring at me, smiling but they were smiles without warmth. I looked down at my phone.

You new meat, darling?? The black girl called out. I looked up and shook my head.
"No, I'm just visiting..."
"That's what we all are! Ain't it, Michelle? Just visiting!" They both laughed.
"Well whatever. Just stay clear of Juan. Juan is an asshole. Don't say I didn't warn you!!" And with that piece of advice, the two porn actresses were off into the elevator.

Fuck. I should have told them what I was doing here... I could have arranged to talk to them, my first interviews... I swore at my missed chance. Oh well. I was a beginner at this and was pretty damn nervous. There would be more opportunities..


The receptionist called out. "Ms Jensen?" Mr.Wilde is on his way".
Sanna nodded a thank you and got her stuff together.

 

[ericrodman101]

"And Janey, can you fetch me a coffee?"

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Janey nodded. Danny smiled and waved as she left. Janey was a great assistant. They'd met on set a few years ago, then fucked, professionally and personally, until they'd both decided around the same time to try other aspects of the industry. When the Angel gig came up, Danny phoned Janey and asked her to join him. Her organising skills were invaluable, and she'd proved herself many times getting him out of trouble with actors who had issues.

Danny made a mental note to ask how she was getting on with Juan and the complaints from the girls. Juan was great for business, real clickbait. But when it came to directing him, he just did what he liked, even when the crew or the girls said stop.

Danny rose to go outside and meet Sanna. He forgot to reread her email, but it was something about her PhD. Women in Porn? His mobile rang. The electrician was two minutes away. And a new booking had come through online. Danny had decided to rent the studios out after hours. Hen's nights, graduation parties, coach bookings. Anyone who wanted a porn studio for whatever purpose. The crew welcomed the prospect of overtime, and actors were always available. He had guy volunteers coming out of his ears. Tell the guys there was a hens' party looking for strippers or dancers, and he was beating them off with a stick.

The girls were a little problematic. His best girls needed their beauty sleep. Girls in straight porn were the ones who did the work, which is why they got the big money. He wasn't going to risk a girl being injured or overworked on an evening gig when he needed her fit and ready next morning. Michelle had volunteered, but then she was made of strong stuff. Wait for her to service a graduation party, he thought. A group of 18 year old stallions with no manners and no finesse. She might only volunteer once.

Getting the girls on board required a little more work. Janey was on the job. And it might be an angle to talk about with the PhD woman. Assuming she was an expert who knew what she was talking about. But then, maybe she was some crazy activist, using the study ruse to get in the door and cause trouble. That mad religious group had picketed the studios for a week after the news got out about his recruitment drive, 'get ahead in porn'.

Juan was waiting for him in reception, still dressed like the maintenance man he'd been playing this morning. Danny scanned the room. Two girls he knew from photos were seated by the water cooler. Great legs, nice faces. They looked promising. There was a guy with Juan he didn't know, but he had a pornstar's build like his Latino friend. And then the brunette with freckles sitting on her own with a briefcase, looking around like a rabbit in the headlights. She was much younger than he expected.

"Boss," Juan said, coming straight up to him. "These fucking complaints. You really want me to take this shit?"

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He put a hand on Juan's back.

"Listen man," Danny said. "Can't talk here. Come see me in thirty minutes. Why don't you two guys introduce yourselves to those two pretty girls (he pointed towards the water cooler and waved. The girls waved back - cute). Something I gotta do first."

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And he turned to Sanna.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

As the two girls entered the elevator, Sanna turned her attention to two latino guys sitting on the other side of the reception space. One seemed to be a maintainance man or something, but looked far too handsome for it, his friend looked more the part but was dressed in shorts and a tanktop showing off his enormous arms and shoulders. Maybe he was a porn actor?? Or were they both? Sanna realized she was staring and looked away before she drew attention to herself.

The maintainance guy got up suddenly and started talking to another man who came walking down the corridor, calling him boss and saying something about complaints. Was this maybe the Juan that the first two girls had warned her about?

Sanna looked at the "boss", a blond man in his early 30's maybe. He looked stressed. And suddenly he approached her, and she understood that this was probably her contact, Mr.Wilde. She got up, adjusted her little tweed blazer and tried to give a professional, business-like smile. She already felt very much out of place.

She was right, so when Mr.Wilde stretched out his hand and asked "Ms. Jensen, I presume?", she took it and nodded.
"Yes. And you are Mr.Wilde then?".

There was no time for any further presentation, apparently. Mr.Wilde just made their relationship a first-name basis one by calling her Sanna and saying he was Danny, and then turned to the latino guys, while waving her along with him as they started walking down a corridor.

 

[ericrodman101]

Danny was impressed. Sanna was a good looking girl, a fit brunette with a nice chest and cute spray of freckles. Not the porn type, he thought. Shit! Why did always assess women as porn types or not? But that was his business. He always felt torn now that he was a businessman and not an actor. Just don't show it, he said to himself.

But then, maybe, just maybe...Danny had this thing about the girl-next-door type. Very few of them in porn. It was all fake tits and peroxide. Not enough coeds. Not enough girls a guy wanted to fuck senseless and take home to meet his mother. He'd thought when the Angel offer first came up that maybe here was a chance to try some new things, trial some new looks, see where innovation might lead.

And in his darker moments he remembered his days in kink porn. If nice girls were rare in mainstream porn, there were none in kink porn.

He looked at Sanna again. Cute....

"You're gonna have to follow me," he said, "and talk later."

She tagged along behind Danny as he led down a corridor.

"I gotta get the lights fixed in studio 1. You." Danny pointed at the maintenance guy. "You here to fix the lights? Where's your toolbox?"

"No boss," Juan said, stepping up to Danny who looked perplexed.

"I thought I told you to..."

"Boss, this ain't the maintenance man. He's my amigo Oswaldo. He's a janitor at the high school. When I tell him what I do here, he wants to work for you. He don't speak much inglés but he fucks like....el semental."

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"A stallion," Janey said, coming from nowhere. She looked at Sanna and winked. "The electrician is just coming."

Danny smiled. "OK, but like I said, later. Janey, bring him in and then take Juan and el loco into the office. Take Sanna too. No?"

Sanna shook her head.

"We really should talk first about what I can do for you, but I guess if you want to see where all the action happens, follow me."

Danny, Sanna and the electrician walked into studio 1. The main lighting was out and the cleaners were busy changing the bed sheets on a large round bed in one corner. Three guys stood idle by a camera, a boom and a reflector. A make up artist sat at a bench at the back surrounded by her equipment.

"I want this place back on line in 30 minutes," Danny said to the electrician. "Sanna, follow me."

Danny crossed the room and opened a hidden door. Light and noise suddenly filled the room.

"Studio 2," he announced, inviting her to go through first. "Don't worry, they're taking a break."

Sanna and Danny walked into studio 2. Sanna blinked in the bright light. The room was so crowded it was hard to take it all in. The studio looked like a school room, chairs and desks, a blackboard, bookshelves, lockers, even a row of school bags hanging on hooks.

"We get so much call for school settings," Danny said, "that we've set it up like this. It's easier than finding a real school room we can use."

Sanna realised no one in the room looked like a student. They were all much older.

"These guys have been filming in studio 1, until the lights went down. This is Sanna."

Four young, handsome black guys, all stacked and naked above the waist, stepped over, and then shook her hand like choirboys.

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"Sanna's not fucking," Danny said. "She's here to watch."

"You like to watch, honey?"

Sanna turned to face a busty blonde women, late twenties maybe, wearing a bathrobe which was casually laced across her ample breasts and open at her shaved pussy.

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"This is Stacey," Danny said. "She was being blacked in studio 1. Yeah, blacked. You know. Black kids on white cutie gangbang. Nothing special, but bread and butter in porn. I can sell thousands of hits on an interracial gangbang.

Besides the crew also of three and makeup, Danny introduced Sanna to the 'students', four voluptuous women much older than Stacey, who hadn't seen the inside of a class room in a long time.

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"It was supposed to be school girls reverse gangbanging their student teacher, but these lovely ladies showed up, so we're just filming at as adult education," Danny said. "Gabe, come and meet Sanna."

Gabe walked over. The teacher. He was maybe 25, wildly good looking and well built without being too muscled. He really looked like a young teacher, sweet and innocent like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. Except he too was naked and semi-erect. Sanna couldn't help notice how big he was for a white guy. He too shook Sanna's hand politely.

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"Hi," Gabe said. "You fucking today?"

"She's just looking around," Gabe said. "We gotta get on. Guys, if you're not in studio 2 please go out to reception. The lights will be up in 1 soon."

Stacey and the four black guys left by a different door.

"You want to see some action then?"

Danny let Sanna into a control room where they could see the whole room through one way glass. The make up girl did some quick patching, everyone took their places and the director called action.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

The last ten minutes of Sanna's life were probably the complete opposite of everything else she'd ever experienced or even imagined in her 23 years. She was right in the middle of the porn industry, in just a wink of an eye. In a matter of a few minutes she'd met several porn actors, seen studios, been introduced, even been asked if she was new talent ready to show her stuff...

She'd tried to prepare herself for it going in, even watched some porn (she'd done that under secrecy but not without some arousal - which she wouldn't admit to herself) produced by this company, Angel, trying to be professional in her approach, making sure she was prepared. Sanna was a serious and dedicated and highly ambitious young woman.

But nothing could have prepared her for this, and things hadn't even really begun.

So standing in the control room, she looked out over the scene in studio 1. The four black men, who had been (overly?) courtious to her and whose massive bodies she'd had big trouble not staring at were there. The blonde woman, a few years older than her but experience-wise seemingly 20 years older, was there. Sanna thought she was beautiful or at least was underneath the porn stereotype she'd been turned into. The peroxide, the fake eye-lashes, the make-up, the heels, and her attitude. And were those breasts real?

Sanna felt her heart beat faster, and was too nervous to speak. She fought to find some words, some questions to ask Danny. That's why she was here after all. But she couldn't speak, just stood there staring. Suddenly, she felt totally unprepared and wanted to run and hide. But what a total joke she would make of herself if she did! No. I've made a commitment to this project, I'm damn well going to see it through...

And so it started. Nothing could have prepared her for the woman, on her knees in front of the afro-american males and their absurd penises. Sanna could see with her own eyes the size of them. Of course, everything around the scene was much like she might have thought - with cameras and lighting rigs and crew members with varying tasks hovering around. But she tried to focus on the actors because that was the whole point of her being here.

The woman started sucking one cock, while stroking two others. The cock in her mouth went deep, and soon Sanna could see that the woman was in fact opening her throat to him, and he started moving harder. There was a short break, the director giving some instruction and then it continued, with the next cock in her mouth. And then the next. Several hands on her body now, one spanking her butt, feeling her up, another hand between her legs, rubbing her and even smacking her there. Hands on her breasts, grabbing and pinching. Sanna stood motionless, dumbfounded. Finally she managed to ask Danny a question, and as soon as she did she regretted it. It sounded stupid.

"So... Stacey, how long has she been in this business? Do you think I can talk to her later?"

 

[ericrodman101]

Danny was surprised when Sanna wanted to return to studio 1. Gabe was probably the hottest guy he had on the books, and Danny thought Sanna might want to watch how he dealt with four MILFs. And then maybe interview them all for her project.

But it was studio 1 she asked to see. Cute little blonde Stacey being fucked by four big black guys.

Danny had a soft spot for Stacey,. They'd fucked a few times. Nothing meaningful, but very deep, as the old porn gag went. Maybe Danny should try that one on Sanna.

Or maybe not. She was here for academic reasons after all. And besides a few wide-eyed expressions when the actors asked if she was here to fuck, Danny couldn't really get a handle on Sanna at all. People usually declared their porn hands quickly in Danny's experience. Revealed what they liked watching, who was their favourite star, whether they watched porn on their own or with a friend, that sort of thing. He guessed people talked to cover their embarrassment or while they gathered their thoughts.

The more he looked at Sanna, the more Danny thought how good she'd look in porn. She really had that girl next door look, innocent and wide-eyed and naive. The look everyone was going for now - pizza delivery girl knocks on door, hands pizza over, gets invited inside, gets gangfucked by bunch of older guys. The 'babysitter look' his industry colleagues called it.

Maybe that's why she was drawn to Stacey. Saw something of herself there. A soulmate. Maybe Sanna liked girls. An image of Stacey and Sanna together flashed through Danny's head.

And then maybe Sanna was some hard bitten feminist here to waste his time and then write about what a sad misogynistic dickhead he is.

The guys had Stacey on the bed now. They were good, Danny thought. He would ask them later if they'd work for him again. He had an idea of putting them in studio 2 with the four MILFs and telling them all to go for it.

Stacey was on her back. Two guys took turns eating her pussy while the other two took turns fucking her mouth. She was leaning back over the edge of the bed so her head was down and her neck straight while they deep throated her. Stacey was one helluva of a deep throater. He could vouch from personal experience. He guessed she'd smoked weed beforehand, the usual way the girls managed the gag reflex.

Danny watched Stacey swallowing their cocks right up to the balls, neatly and cleanly, without any coughing or kicking. Truly a professional. And when he looked down, Stacey was engrossed, watching intently and glancing at the monitor which was streaming the action up close whenever the handheld camera guy obscured the view.

The five actors then moved to a four guys on one girl group fuck on the bed. Again Danny was impressed. Stacey was an old hand, but these guys were unknown to him. In no time they had Stacey lying on one guy with his cock in her pussy, another guy deftly fucking her ass allowing plenty of room for the camera, and two guys switching their cocks around at her mouth. And as he proposed beforehand, a mouth guy then came to the back, without withdrawing the ass fucker inched up onto the bed, and the new guy slipped his cock into Stacey's pussy hard up against the guy underneath. It was neat and gentle and fucking hot, best viewed on the monitor up close. Double vaginal, triple penetration was always clickbait for the punters.

But it was double anal Danny had proposed. Would the guys dare? Was Stacey feeling up to it? Danny was watching intently when Sanna made him jump.

"So... Stacey, how long has she been in this business? Do you think I can talk to her later?"

"What? Sure honey, sure. Just watch first. Just watch Stacey do something that will make your eyes water."

 

[SannaBlonde82]

The scene continued, getting harder and more... "pornographic". Sanna struggled to find the words to describe to herself what she was witnessing, and struggled to take it in at all. The image of Stacey's face upside down as she swallowed the big cock and the image of three men filling her three holes simultaneously was more than Sanna could bear - and then on top of that, there was going to be more..??

She regretted choosing this studio. She should have chosen to see that young, hot guy instead, at least it would have been "softer", she guessed. But she had chosen studio 1 because secretly she had a thing for black guys. Sanna had never been with one (christ, she'd hardly been with anyone except Tom), but they had kept popping up in her fantasies the last couple of years. Not like this though...

"No... sorry... It's too much. I can't watch them treat her like that.." Her eyes were already watering, she didn't need to see them violate her further. She knew full well that yes, it was a choice Stacey had made to do this scene and to be in porn but at the same time - who was choosing? Really? What had made her become this person, that let several men abuse her like this? That's what I'm here to find out, Sanna thought to herself as she left Danny and stepped out into the corridor.

She wandered about a bit, hoping that Danny would speak to Stacey and that they could talk a bit when she was done with that scene. But she had no idea how long that would take, or if Danny would even talk to Stacey about it.

After another hour, Stacey walked towards her in the corridor, dressed in a bathrobe. She was smiling and she nodded to Sanna: "This way... to the dressing room".
Sanna couldn't grasp how she could be smiling and seemingly be so relaxed after the ordeal they had put her through in there.

Stacey was a bit stressed but she could give Sanna 15 minutes, she said as they walked in. They weren't alone, two other women - Sanna recognised them from earlier in the studio ready to do that scene in studio 2 - were there. They both looked Sanna over sceptically, before getting back to dressing, or un-dressing. It wasn't completely clear, as both women were completely naked when they walked in. It was hard for Sanna to not stare at their big fake tits, their sun-tanned skin, their cleanly shaved vaginas and their bleached blonde hair.

"This is Sanna. From UCLA. She wants to know what it's like to be a porn star!" Stacey turned to the other two, presenting the student. All three of them laughed. Sanna had to smile too, it served her right, she guessed, to be the butt of the joke - coming here to nose around in their everyday worklife.

"Stace, let her do a scene with your negro friends and she'll soon find out..." One of the women replied, looking at their guest with hostile eyes that had seen it all and saw Sanna as an intruder. They all laughed again.

"You wanna do that, darling? I could set that up for you..." Stacey smiled, Sanna wasn't sure if she was joking or not.
"Oh god. No thanks.. I mean, I didn't mean any disrespect.. It's just.. that's not why I'm here..." she replied, nervously.
"Yeah. We get that, girl. Now sit yourself down and ask your questions while I get cleaned up".

Stacey had an amicable, southern drawl that drew Sanna in and made her relax. The other two had lost interest and were getting on with their thing. Stacey talked and had no problem with answering questions. She'd been in the business for seven years. She'd worked a pole at a stripclub in Atlanta, and been spotted by some guy who had invited her to try out some porn. Things had escalated quickly after that.

Sanna asked her about her life in general, and apart from having sex in front of a camera, it seemed that she lived the life like any young woman her age. She enjoyed the outdoors, hiking in the mountains. That surprised Sanna a bit. Or put a dent in her stereotype, at least. She said that no, she didn't feel used by the industry (and she seemed honest about it) but yes, weaker girls could suffer badly sometimes. Sanna asked her about sex and if she didn't find it abusive - she said that it's acting but that yes, sometimes it got rough but the money was very good. And actually, it did occur that she was aroused by it.

She said she had an extrovert personality and got a kick out of being watched. Sanna got the impresson that was rather a defence mechanism than the truth. There was a sadness about her, dreams that had been broken or just faded away. She didn't have a boyfriend, it was difficult to find someone sane outside the business who would accept her line of work. "What about someone inside the business?" Stacey rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. Done that. No thanks".

And that was all they had time for. But she had one last thing to say before she left. Sanna told her about the paper she was writing, her hypothesis and just generally about the studies. Stacey wasn't a total airhead, Sanna understood that much and she made fairly intelligent comments. But then she said:

"I ain't joking, Sanna. Before you head back to your world, when you're finished with us, you should try it out. Black guys, I mean. These ones, maybe two or three. I can set it up, if you want. It'll be an experience you won't forget! And you'll probably never get the same chance again. I mean, forget the porn. I'm talking about fucking them for real. It's... actually fucking mind blowing. A-mazing..."

Sanna shook her head, giggling with embarrassment, thanking her for her offer but that she had a boyfriend and anyway really wasn't into that kind of thing.. Stacey looked her over.

"You're lying, girl. I can feel it. Well, the offer stands.. See you round!"

Stacey kissed her on the cheek and was off. Sanna sat in the dressing room, reviewing her notes and waiting for Danny to fetch her so they could continue the tour, hopefully getting to talk to him some more, privately.

One of the other women, the one with the bigger tits and looking like she was closer to 40, was still there and still naked. She stepped over to Sanna now, and presented herself.
"I'm Cassandra. And no, before you ask, I don't wanna be interviewed.."

Instead, Cassandra passed her a business card.

"If you wanna make some extra money. Let me know. I've got my own thing on the side. And I'm looking for an inexperienced but curious and cute brunette like you...And I see you have nice, thick ass. Perfect.."

Sanna started to object, but Cassandra shushed her, actually putting her index finger over Sanna's lips. "Don't say a word. Give it time. I'll talk to you later..."

It was so fucking weird - Sanna mused to herself - having this tall, blonde, naked woman standing so close to her and with such intimidating confidence attempting to lure her into whatever it was she had in mind, and referring to Sanna in purely physical terms, obviously totally uninterested in the fact that she was a smart university student. She turned round and walked off, heading for the showers, but looking over her shoulder and smiling, giving Sanna a little flirtatious wave.

And then Danny arrived. Sanna was relieved, and slightly shaken by what Stacey and Cassandra had been telling her and offering her.

 

[ericrodman101]

"Christ, I don't get Sanna," Danny said. He and Janey were going through accounts in his office.

"I was sure she'd stay in studio 2 and watch the girls fuck Gabe. I mean Gabe is a dream guy, right?"

Janey muttered yes, but then she always agreed with him.

"Fuck, Gabe is so pretty I could fuck him," Danny said and Janey laughed. "But she must have a thing about black guys. I mean she was watching so intently, even checking the monitor when the crew got in the way. But when Stacey is about to take three cocks in her pussy and ass, Sanna gets all excited and goes off in a huff."

Janey touched his arm as if to calm him.

"Look Danny, you haven't had any time to talk with her. And maybe she's never watched porn. Or only watched vanilla stuff. She turns up here with her freckles and her clipboard and in 5 minutes she's up close and personal with a gangbang."

Danny realised Janey was right as usual. He placed his hand over hers to keep it there against his flesh.

"Yeah, well maybe I should have made her wait or organised a vanilla fuck for her. Maybe I should do that after lunch. Who have we got? Juan? No, that's gonna be more confronting than a black white gangfuck. Have you interviewed Osvaldo?"

"Yeah," she said. "I might see if he can fuck later, Not sure if he's a serious contender though. He's a janitor at a girls' school. I think I know why he needs work."

"Illegal?"

"No, can't keep his cock in his pants round the girls," Janey said. "He came right out and said so, and then Juan told him to get his cock out for me and he was hard. I think he thought I was going to suck him off as a trial."

Danny laughed. He still clutched Janey's hand.

"Then maybe you and I should fuck for Sanna," he said, pulling Janey down to him. They kissed.

"Maybe," she said.

"And maybe you should check her out online. The way she reacted I still think she might be a mad feminist here to dump on us or worse, cause trouble on set. Where is she now?"

Janey stepped back and Danny stood, kissing her again.

"Downstairs talking to Stacey," she said.

"OK. That's where I'll be."

Danny patted Janey on the ass as he left.

"And about that fuck later...," he said, shutting the door.

He found Sanna in the changing room between the studios. There was no sign of Stacey, but Cassandra was just leaving. She smiled at him knowingly. He knew what that meant. She'd given Sanna her card and hinted at work. Cassie did that with everyone. Nothing but trouble, he thought. Danny made a mental note to put Juan and Cassie together later to teach her a lesson.

"Here you are," he said as he opened the door. Sanna was sitting upright in the chair, prim and proper like she was waiting for a job interview. "Got any questions about what you saw this morning?"

 

[SannaBlonde82]

Danny entered as Sanna was looking through her notes after the short conversation with Stacey. She'd slipped Cassandra's business card inside her blazer - she was interested to know what kind of "work" Cassandra was referring to. Right now, everything that women in this business were up to was of value to Sanna, she had the feeling that a lot of the women weren't going to be that open and honest and so she had to keep her eyes and ears open for any information she got hold of.

"Well Mr.Wilde... Questions, yes... I do. One big one to start with. Would you say that your employees - Stacey for example - like being abused like that? Or do you think they would rather do something else with their lives? I realize it's not your responsibility and I understand you have no moral issues with what you do. But all the same, I was interested to hear what you think...?"

Sanna hadn't meant for the question to sound so abrasive and hostile. Yet she realized now that it did. She added:

"I mean... do you think about the girls in any other way than... that? Objects to make money from..?"

She had sought to clarify and soften her question, but it had just made it worse. She could see it in his eyes. Shit... maybe I went too far... what if he throws me out...? She thought to herself. Well she couldn't back down now.

 

[ericrodman101]

Danny was a little shocked. "Do I think about girls in any other way...?" he repeated out loud. But then, he'd had his suspicions about Sanna. He was naturally suspicious anyway. You had to be. People lied about their age and their health status and their experience. He'd done it himself to get into the industry.

But activists were something different. And students? Fuck! At least with religious moralists you could just write them off as freaks. But Sanna was no freak. She was obviously smart, although not smart enough to phrase her questions properly. Or keep her prejudices under wraps.

"Do you think about the third world women who are enslaved to make the clothes you're wearing?"

It was his usual comeback line with people like Sanna, and it nearly always worked. He saw her blink, then gulp and look away. No need to lose his temper. Or throw her out. No doubt Janey would find out Sanna was an active feminist, maybe involved with an organisation or a campaign, and her study was just a cover to get inside the business and cause trouble. When would she invite the others in, the cameras, the protesters, the feminist media? He could only guess. But wait until he knew everything before showing his hand.

And Sanna was hot. He couldn't stop thinking about how a girl like Sanna would be useful if only he could convince her or trick her or wear her down. It was the smart ones who fell the furthest. Holier-than-thou feminist today, but in a few weeks he would have Sanna naked on all fours smiling into the camera as she sucked black cock. And took another in her ass.

"If you've got enough for your study, feel free to go," Danny said, turning and leaving the room.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

Sanna thought about her friends in her feminist group at UCLA when Danny made the classic remark about the third world women. He was right in a way, of course. But two wrongs didn't make a right. It wasn't something she was going to quarrel with him about now, though.

Her friends hadn't all been delighted with Sanna's plan to research the porn industry. Some thought it was great because she could make a way in for them to create some controversy and media attention later. But Sanna had told them that no, that was unethical from her standpoint as an academic. And she'd been adamant about that. Maybe she would tell Danny about that later.

If there was a later. As it stood, it seemed like he was showing her the door.

"No! Wait!" Sanna ran out after him.
"I'm sorry if I was disrespectful of you and your work, I didn't mean it like that. It's just that I'm interested in what motivates your actresses, what kind of individuals they are under the surface... I'd really like to stay on here a bit longer.."

She gave him her best pleading look, realizing it was probably bordering on flirting. Sanna wondered what her father would say if he saw her now, talking to a porn producer like this.. Her dad was already deeply disappointed that his daughter had chosen sociology over law - and as a conservative christian there was a fair chance he might even disown her if he found about her new research project...

She had naturally not said a word about it to him or her mother.

Sanna looked at Danny again. "Would that be ok...?" She asked.

 

[ericrodman101]

Danny felt a frisson of pleasure at Sanna's backdown and then her begging to stay. Just what he wanted. And she fell for it. He would have her begging for other things soon enough.

"Sure," he said, turning and trying not to smile like a crocodile about to eat its prey. "Stay as long as you like. Just keep your fucking stupid naive smart girl views to yourself, and we'll all get along fine."

Did that sound too tough? The look on Sanna's face was as if he'd threatened her. Good! But just as quickly Danny wondered who was playing who. He looked hard into her eyes. There was no way he was going to speak first. She looked back like some injured animal lying hurt by the road. Fuck! If it was an act it was way too good for him.

"Do I make myself clear? No more fucking moralising. You know nothing about what's going on here or why people do this for a living, or what I care about or don't."

He loved that Sanna nodded her head in agreement.

"You know zero. Fucking zero."

Still nodding. Now she was playing him, for sure. He was almost hard now, watching this little freckled student kid playing the chastised waif. Danny wanted to make the point with his cock. Stick it down her throat and gag her with semen. Then throw her on her back and take her in both holes. Hard and fast, before she had time to compose herself and come up with some line or look or way to play him. Make her cum, a screaming orgasm like she'd never experienced before, and then see what kind of feminist she was.

Fuck! He looked down, breaking her gaze, to see how hard he was and if his cock was showing through his jeans. And when he looked back Danny wondered if she' guessed what had happened. That he was just some weak guy who thought with his cock and could just as easily be led by it.

"Fucking zero," he said again, pointing at her, lightly touching her breast with his finger. Sanna didn't flinch. Didn't even tell him not to touch her. But her eyes gave him the message.

"I'm gonna put Juan and Osvaldo in studio 1 with the two new girls and see what happens, if you want to watch," Danny said, leaving the room.

He cursed himself as he walked away, Sanna's eyes burning into his back. He'd done all the talking but she'd won that round.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

Sanna kept quiet as he lashed out at her. She deserved it, she thought. But he overdid it and revealed some things about himself that confirmed what she had suspected – that he had a misogynist streak. Go figure. A man in porn. So it didn’t anger her nor surprise her. Actually - Sanna had to admit - he looked attractive when angry. She hadn’t noticed that earlier, he was just some guy and of no interest to her except as an object to use to get what she wanted from her research. But showing emotion like this, he came alive. And those eyes burned with some force, giving her a little jolt, a rush of excitement. Not unlike being scolded by her father…

And then he touched her. His finger on her chest, above her breasts. It was overstepping any mark of course, but Sanna was still slightly phased by his show of feeling that she didn’t register it as such. She just looked at him.

“I’ll come with!” Sanna followed Danny out and down the corridor. It was her first day here, and even though she was hoping to come back a few times and network with some more actors, as things had gone thus far, she couldn’t be certain she would be welcome back. So she might as well make the most of it now, and the prospect of being able to talk to two new girls really enthused her. A new girl was hopefully not as tough and cynical as Stacey and Cassandra. They would probably be much more open about things. And she was right - but not in the way she’d hoped….

 

[ericrodman101]

Danny didn't look back, but sensed Sanna following some distance behind. Fuck and double fuck! It didn't do to lose your temper, he thought, and let some sanctimonious prick tease like Sanna mess with your head. She was all holier than thou when she wanted to interrogate women about porn, but he saw how she looked at those black guys earlier. How good would she look with big black cocks filling her holes?

Janey was with the new girls, and Juan and Osvaldo in the studio. The girls, shapely, pretty young blondes were seated, one on a chair, the other on a desk swinging her legs. Juan and Osvaldo were shirtless, their tight low cut jeans accentuating their muscled torsos and packages.

"Did I tell you guys to undress?" Danny asked.

"No boss," Juan said, "but I don't like to waste your time."

Always the last word with Juan. And always wasting my time, Danny thought. It was lucky for Juan he was so available and athletic, and saleable, what with the girls complaining about him. Maybe he wasn't the right guy to try out the new girls, but Gabe was on a break. And he didn't have the staying power of Juan. Needed time to recharge after the reverse gangbang with the MILFs.

As for Osvaldo, whether he had potential was waiting to be seen. But he sure looked the part, hot muscled Latin guy who fucks petite blonde white girls.

"Hannah and Erica's medicals are in order," Janey said. Danny saw that Sanna was sitting alongside them now, swinging her legs, looking for all the world like the third girl to be fucked today.

"So, why do you girls want to fuck on film?" Danny asked.

Hannah and Erica looked at each other and blushed, then spoke together. Then stopped.

"It's easy money," ventured Erica.

"We've got college to pay for," Hannah said.

"And you dared me, you slut," Erica said, touching Hannah on the shoulder and then the neck in a way which Danny recognised as intimate.

"So you're not virgins, then?"

Everyone laughed.

"And what do you like? Fucking I mean. Girl on girl? Vanilla? Oral? Anal? Group? All of the above?"

Hannah and Erica shrugged. Sanna made a note on her clipboard. Danny was pleased to see Janey reading whatever Sanna wrote over her shoulder. He would ask her later what it was.

"So all of the above," Danny concluded. "Today is just a trial to see how you like the camera, what you know about exposing yourselves. We gotta make sure when you fuck on film the customers get to see everything. It's all very well for you to enjoy yourself but if you don't know how to keep it all in front of the lens, then no one's gonna buy it."

Hannah and Erica nodded. Osvaldo nodded too. Juan was already hard just with Danny talking about fucking. Danny could see his jeans struggling against the pressure of Juan's cock s well as Juan rubbing the obviously painful swelling.

"Osvaldo, you ever fucked on film?"

Osvaldo nodded.

"What, selfies? Amateur homemade stuff? Filmed it yourself or..."

"I filmed Osvaldo, boss," Juan said, proffering his mobile. "On here."

Danny waved him away. Sanna was making notes again.

Danny pointed to the kingsize bed and the four cameras, one mounted on each side.

"Erica, you and Juan first. If you're feeling a bit modest you can change into a robe in there." He pointed to the change room. Erica declined.

"OK, we're all going to stay and watch. It's a good way to get used to fucking in public. Strip down to your underwear then and hop onto the bed. I'll film, but I want to talk to you first. Get some of your motivations on tape. Juan, you only talk if I ask you a direct question. You're here as rent-a-cock, not the mouthpiece. Got that?"

Sanna wrote that down. Juan was out of his jeans and in just his jocks, then sitting on the bed before Danny had even finished the instructions. Erica undressed herself carefully, handing her clothes to Hannah, until she was down to her bra and panties, then sat next to Juan. She looked so small and vulnerable next to the big Latino, which was just how Danny wanted it to look. He stepped behind the a camera, switched everything on, checked the lights, then the sound.

"OK, Erica I'm going to ask a couple of questions about what you are doing here and why you want to fuck on film. Say whatever you like. Say what you like about Juan, what you would like him to do to you, that sort of thing. And Juan, wait for me to ask you a question, OK?"

 

[SannaBlonde82]

And then they were back right in the middle of an absurd pornographic set up, just like that. Sanna got herself together and looked around. Apart from crew members – who were particularly adept at keeping out of the way and being generally professional – there was her and Danny, the two latino male porn actors, two young blondes and Danny’s assistant. It was obvious from the get-go that Janey the assistant had been told to keep an eye on Sanna, she could the sense her eyes in the back of her neck.

One of the latinos was the guy that those two girls had been bitching about in reception. Juan. Now Juan was sitting in his underwear on the edge of the bed together with one of the blondes. Juan had already given Sanna filthy looks several times – with all the fucking going on and all these women around him, how could he keep it up? Sanna giggled to herself at the pun, so much so that it brought attention to herself. She regained composure and made some notes.
She’d already noted the girls’ background, that they seemed in many ways just ordinary college girls. Right off the campus, so to speak. It surprised her. She hadn’t expected that. And then Danny made that joke about asking if they were virgins – it was very funny, Sanna laughed too. It relieved some tension. Maybe that was the purpose? She made a note of that too.

Danny had asked them about their sexual preferences, obviously asking them what they could see themselves doing today – Sanna wasn’t sure they understood that. They were both looking more and more nervous. Even shy.

And now Danny was asking the girl next to Juan – Erica – what she was doing here and why she wanted to do porn. The questions sounded commanding, as in “we’ve got hundreds of girls wanting to do this, why should we choose your little tight college amateur ass?”. Sanna noted this too.

“I like porn… and I’ve always fantasised about doing it myself… and getting paid... what’s not to like?”

Her answer sounded prepared, her eyes were saying something else. Now that they were seconds from starting, Erica looked more nervous, there was a tension in her face muscles. A rabbit in the headlights.

As soon as Juan put his hands on Erica, Sanna had to let go of the clipboard. It wasn’t a conscious decision, quite the opposite – she had planned on taking some notes during the actual porn. But she just let go and watched the action. There was like a minute of making out before Juan had not only removed her underwear but also his own. He pushed her backwards on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge of it still, spread her legs wide and went to work on her pussy.

Sanna stepped slightly closer, careful not bring attention to herself. But she needed to see Erica’s face, as Juan’s fingers opened her, and were soon rubbing her frantically. Jesus. No, was she coming already?? Sanna looked closer. Or was she faking it? Fuck… no. She wasn’t. A seasoned pro could have fooled her but not an inexperienced 20-year old. Juan was speaking to her, he’d had his other hand on her tits but now it was around her throat and he was calling her stuff. Slut. Whore. Dirty bitch. Sanna felt her heart race as Erica’s body contracted, her legs spasmed and her eyes…. God her eyes. Wide, in panic and in some primal pleasure. How the hell did Juan do that?? Sanna couldn’t grasp it. I mean she’d seen what he’d done. The rubbing, the fingerfucking, the slapping of her clit and tits. But how could she enjoy it so much??

Before Sanna could reflect more on the issue, Juan had pulled her up on all fours on the bed and climbed up on it himself, on his knees – his hard cock ready. Erica wasn’t ready at all as he plunged himself into her mouth. Erica choked immediately. There was an eerie silence in the room as Juan pulled back, grabbed her by her hair and pushed back in – this time not as far. He found her depth, found a rhythm and proceeded to fuck the poor girl’s mouth for what seemed like an eternity. Sanna felt her heart race, her cheeks burn. And there was no fucking denying it – she was aroused. Closing her eyes, she turned away for a second, biting her lip and desperately trying to regain control over the situation. This is not why she was here. Get a grip, get a grip…

Danny called out instructions. It was time to fuck, apparently. Sanna pushed her hair behind her ears, and then folded her arms tightly against her chest. How the hell was she going to get through this? Right now, she’d lost focus on Erica – the real reason why she was here. Instead she was only thinking about how to not let on to everyone else in the room how aroused she’d become of Juan’s rough treatment and of Erica’s amazing orgasm.

Juan stepped up behind Erica, not even letting go of her hair. Her pretty face now with smudged and smeared makeup was turned facing Sanna head-on. She tried to make eye contact with her, but it seemed Erica was somewhere else. Juan pulled, forcing her head back as he pounded her over and over, the clapping sound of her little ass filling the room together with submissive yelps and Juan’s incessant talking – calling her a good girl one second and a filthy slut the next between gritted teeth. Asking her if she was enjoying it but not interested in an answer and not getting one.

Sanna couldn’t take her eyes off the scene, even if she tried. And she did. Her pussy was longing, aching and moist, there was no mistaking it. In a moment of exasperation, she felt that she could never ever come back to this place. She had to abort. Her father and boyfriend were right, this was no place for her. There were so many other areas to research, especially in a city like Los Angeles, a seething cesspool of sociological phenomena.

The rough fucking continued. Sanna had lost track of time – but finally Juan shot a huge load over Erica’s face, several ropes of cum landing on her. She was pretending to be the Porn Star, opening her mouth and… pretending to enjoy it?

Sanna was confused. Well. Whatever she decided to do in the future, she just had to interview Erica today. And hopefully even the other girl, Hannah, but then she would have to wait. Hannah was getting ready to make her debut. And she looked decidedly nervous now, after watching her friend get wrecked by Juan.

 

[ericrodman101]

Danny couldn't help but be amazed. If he could fuck like Juan he might still be on that side of the camera. Erica did a great job. Was it a job? Did she know what hit her? Well she did now.

And the best part? Sanna looked horrified. Smug little middle class 'I'm gonna be a PhD' Sanna. The ardent feminist who'd just stood by and watched Juan rape Erica. Thats what it was. Rape. OK, Erica had orgasmed so it wasn't rape. Wasn't it? If Erica was acting she was pretty fucking good. But it wasn't acting. That was her first time.

For a second Danny wondered if he should check the paperwork again. Make sure Erica had signed the disclaimer. But no need. Janey took care of everything. At least since the trouble with Juan last year. He wondered if Sanna knew about that yet.

Yep, the fucking had been excellent. So good it was a shame that it was only a trial. But that was no problem. Danny would publish it all the same. 'Erica's audition'.

Juan stepped away from the bed without a backward glance at Erica. Not even a thank you kiss, thought Danny, wondering if Sanna was thinking the same. He glanced across at his guest and knew he'd got under her skin. The look on her face said it all. And yet there was something else about the way Sanna looked. What was it?

And then Danny realised. Sanna was looking down. Not crestfallen or disgusted or embarrassed. No, she was looking at Juan's cock. The Latino had fucked Erica for what, 20 minutes? He'd rubbed himself raw inside Erica, he'd cum copiously across her face, and he'd finished. Yet he was still as erect as he'd been throughout. Hard and proud and erect. And now Juan was stepping across to Sanna, his cock pointing at her like some obscene middle-fingered salute. 'Fuck you Sanna' it was saying.

It was all Danny could do not to tell Sanna to kneel down and suck it, not to grab her, wordlessly, and push her down and make her suck Juan's cock, make that smug little feminist choke on the studio's number one asset. Fuck he was tempted.

But that was Danny's problem. He was a hothead. Why make Sanna do that when he knew she'd be sucking on Juan's cock, or five black guys' cocks, or whatever cocks came her way. Give it time, Danny thought. Give it time.

"Erica, you're a star." Danny walked over to where Erica half sat, half slumped on the bed, naked, a little weepy, face dripping with Juan's seed. He put his hand on her shoulder, hoping to reassure her or maybe comfort her a little. That was what she needed, but he wasn't going the full sorry. She was a porn actress now. If that was a shock, if that hurt, in a week or two when she'd been gangfucked by a team of tattooed bikers, she'd be remembering her first time with Juan fondly.

And besides, Danny wanted to be the first person to touch Erica after the encounter. Not Janey. Not one of the 'sisters'. Not fucking Sanna. This was not a time for sympathy or warmth. This was business. And the sooner Erica, and Hannah, and fucking Sanna worked that out, the better.

"OK, maybe you want to shower Erica. The bathrooms are over there," he said pointing. She stood slowly, a bit unsteady on her feet. Danny looked at Janey, telling her without speaking that on no account was anyone to help Erica. But Janey nodded. She knew. And Danny was pleased Janey looked ready to stop Sanna if she made a move.

Erica stumbled to the bathroom, sobbing faintly but audibly. Danny would make it up to her financially later, when she was freshly showered and the nurse had seen to her. In an hour Danny would be Erica's best friend.

"Hannah, Osvaldo, you guys are next. From the top?"

 

[SannaBlonde82]

Juan walked around naked, his cock hanging still semi-erect and thick and swaying to the sides as he walked. Sanna stared. How could she not? It was like she'd in a short space of time grown accustomed to the porn set where everyone walked around naked and fucked anyway so why not stare at a well-hung man? Well the problem was that Sanna was the only one looking. And Juan noticed and gave her a big grin.

Fuck. She looked away, and came to her senses, noticing Erica walking away and it sounded like she was sobbing. Sanna had seen Danny console her and she made a note. Was it worth it? Was it worth the money? She would make sure to ask her later.

There was hardly a break before it was time for Hannah and the other latino. Danny gave him more instructions than he'd given Juan, it was clear he was relatively new to this. The "scene" started much the same way as the previous one, with Danny asking Hannah - also blonde but with much more curves on her than the petite Erica. Actually, her wider hips and sizeable ass reminded Sanna of herself.

She wasn't sure if she could take another porn fuck. And there was no reason to stay longer than necessary - it was interviewing the girls after that was of main concern. But at the same time, curiosity got the better of her. Hannah answered the same question as Erica but differently - she came right out and stated that she loved porn and had always dreamt of fucking on camera. Sanna studied her face, she couldn't make out if she was lying or really was fulfilling her dream here.

Whatever the case, things moved along fast. But straight to sucking cock this time. On her knees in front of Osvaldo, who didn't have Juan's porn dick size but hardly had to be ashamed of what he had to offer. He wasn't as rough either and let Hannah do her thing with him as he stood and looked down at her, grinning. Having the time of his life, it appeared. And honestly, she too.

Danny wanted things harder though, it seemed. He gave them a quick command and now Hannah was lying on the bed, her head hanging over the edge. Osvaldo stood above her and shoved his cock into her, harder now. And Sanna looked on in awe as the girl swallowed him, taking him right down her throat. Jesus, how did she do that?? Osvaldo pulled down her bra and pinched and slapped her tits, reached down and pulled her thong to one side and rubbed her pussy.

This scene wasnt going to be as long as the previous one, that much was clear. Osvaldo was new and wasn't going to last much longer, on the other hand he was pretty darn experienced at fucking womens’ mouths it seemed. And there’s wasn’t going to be any intercourse nor orgasm for Hannah.

No. Instead she was receiving the cock so deep, Osvaldo’s balls were slapping her nose and her makeup was running – cum and saliva covered her face and a guttural noise was emanating from her throat as he increased the tempo. He pushed his hands down on her tits hard and that was enough for Sanna. The enthusiastic attitude and big smile Hannah had offered up no more than 20 minutes ago was gone.

“That’s a good girl! Such a trooper, aren’t you??” Danny called out, repeating his question until Hannah nodded – still upside down, her face red. Osvaldo had been quiet all the time, it had been Danny who had provided running commentary. He’d encouraged her, first all nice but then with a harsher tone. He commented on her “plump ass” and that they would “save it for Juan”. “You want Juan’s cock up your tight asshole, don’t you??” He called out.

Sanna made for the door, both upset and confused. She pulled on the door handle, but it was locked. She whispered to Janey who was closest, and who Sanna thought might understand but Janey just looked over at Danny to see if they were going to let her out or not.

 

[ericrodman101]

Danny realised he was just saying these things to upset Sanna. He didn't usually talk much during a filming, or even an audition once the preliminaries were in the can. Audible speech which wasn't the actors had to be edited out.

But the look on Sanna's face just made him lose it. And it wasn't as if Osvaldo was anything like Juan. He was tentative and hesitant. It was the length of his cock which impressed. Not his style.

Indeed, Hannah was doing all the work. She was enthusiastic and athletic, appeared to love having her nipples pinched and slapped, and took Osvaldo's cock like she was sucking an ice cream. Maybe towards the cumshot Osvaldo got a little carried away, but hey, Hannah was hot, and Osvaldo was a porn virgin. You couldn't expect James Deen and Osvaldo was good enough to ask back again. With a little coaching he'd be a good all rounder.

And the best part? Danny would try not to pay Osvaldo anything, but put him on probation until he was ready. Hopefully Juan would back him up. It was girls like Hannah who earned the big money, Osvaldo was just another faceless cock. And Danny had to admit, Hannah was going places.

And so it appeared, was Sanna. Danny noticed at the corner of his eye that she was edging towards the door. Maybe she'd had enough. Maybe she needed the bathroom. Maybe she was just some fucking feminist prude. Like he cared. Danny looked at Janey who looked at Sanna just as she tried the door.

Sanna twisted the handle this way and that, but to no avail. Janey kept a straight face. Fuck she was good, Danny thought. It wasn't locked, but was just the dodgy handle. You had to pull it back then turn. It was sort of an in joke. Pull it back and turn had become an instruction they sometimes gave to actors. Or said to the ones who took fright and tried to escape. It happened. That's porn. You sign the disclaimer, you prep, the guys get hard, they fuck you, you get creamed. Then you get to leave and not before. Sanna wasn't the first reluctant bitch to get caught by that door.

"Hey Sanna," Danny said, walking over, taking her arm and pulling her back into the group. "You don't want to see the cumshot?"

She didn't speak, but looked like she could kill him.

"These two guys are putting it all out there for you. It would be really ungrateful if you left before they were done."

Which seemed to be Osvaldo's cue. He was as deep as he could go in Hannah's mouth. Her throat was rising and falling as he thrust, his hands grabbing hard at her breasts, her face streaming with spit and precum and whatever else she was coughing up. And then he came, explosively, right at the point of maximum insertion. And as Osvaldo unloaded into Hannah's throat, he yelled triumphantly. Danny half expected Juan to walk over and high five his friend.

Osvaldo held on way too long, emptying every last drop of seed into Hannah. When he pulled back, Hannah leaned back, mouth open, and coughed up a healthy load of Osvaldo's cum, which drained down her chin, coating her tits and torso as it slid down between her thighs.

And when she sat up fully, eyes red and body glistening with Osvaldo's cock juice, she laughed, smiled and gave a thumbs up. And unlike Juan, Osvaldo sat beside her, arm round her shoulders, then leaned in and kissed Hannah almost sweetly, lingering as he tasted his own semen.

Sanna was obviously disgusted. She wrestled free of Danny's grip, then slapped his face, called him a cunt, and went to try the door again.

"It doesn't work, you silly bitch," Danny said. "Pull it back then turn."

And he pulled the handle back, then turned it. The door opened. But before Sanna could leave he put out his hand to stop her.

"What was wrong with that? It's what you wanted to see, isn't it? They were great. Fucking hot. Hannah is a natural. Make sure you interview her. And you know what? I'm posting the whole thing. But as 'Osvaldo's audition'. What do you think? Huh?"

Sanna told him to 'go fuck himself'' and left the room.

"Janey, make sure she doesn't do anything stupid," Danny said.

 

[SannaBlonde82]

Sanna slapped Danny but regretted it immediately. Not that he didn’t deserve it – but it was a sign of weakness to get all emotional and it didn’t serve her purposes at all. Maybe it didn’t matter, maybe she was on her way out of here never to come back anyway. Maybe Tom was right. Watching porn first-hand like this, and such rough stuff, having in the course of one day seen three women used – it was too much to bear. Her cursing and name-calling and slapping him in the face was all down to that, she reckoned.

She finally got out of the studio and walked down the corridor. Should she leave? Danny said something about interviewing Hannah. Was it worth it? There was a bench in the corridor and she sat down, trying to get it together and think rationally.

Janey came after her and sat down, not saying anything at first. Sanna looked sideways at her and wondered to herself what this Janey knew about things, she must have seen it all. Knew the business like the back of her hand. But Sanna got the impression she was completely loyal to Danny and probably wouldn’t utter a detrimental word about him or the company. Sanna couldn’t risk it anyway, if she told Danny Sanna had been asking questions to Janey behind his back she would definitely be out on her ass. But it was Janey who spoke first.

“Go to the dressing room. I’ll tell Hannah you want to interview her. Ok?”

Sanna looked at Janey, and couldn’t help but ask her a question anyway:

“Ok thanks. Look… I gotta ask. How did a professional woman like you get into this business? I would think you could get a good position somewhere else, where you don’t have to witness…. That kind of thing…?”

Sanna nodded her head towards where they’d come from. Janey smiled but it wasn’t a smile. It was more a sarcastic turn of the lips at a silly girl who knew nothing.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that now. Go do what you must. Be happy you’re still here. You slapped him. It’s a wonder security isn’t here already to throw you out”.

Sanna got up and made her way to the dressing room and waited for Hannah, a girl younger than herself that had just got her throat fucked for the first time on camera. Surely she would have a lot to say…

 

[ericrodman101]

"You left her with Hannah?"

Janey said yes. Danny had his head down in paperwork.

"No that's fine," Danny said. "Hannah can look after herself. And Erica?"

"She went home," Janey said. "I put her in a taxi."

"Good idea. Don't she and Hannah share an apartment?"

Janey confirmed.

"Sanna will be round there later, you can fucking count on it. But good idea to send them home separately. Not sure what we're going to do with Erica, but Hannah you can contract now."

Janey laughed. "Standard form in the drawer. If you're sure."

Danny leaned back in his chair and stretched. "Of course not. It's just been a crazy day. And with the Health Department coming tomorrow I've got too much to do to worry about Erica and Juan and Sanna. Fucking Sanna," he repeated, leaning as far back as he could, the chair nearly overbalancing. "Should we have her here tomorrow or what?"

"Not," Janey said without hesitation.

"Agreed, but I don't want you keeping an eye on her. I need you to show the health guys that everything's up to date and in order. Not just the med certificates. The condoms. The soap. The towels. The cleaning contract. You know I'm no good with detail."

"No," Janey said again, "so who keeps Sanna out of the way but in check?"

Danny thought. "I'd love to send Juan out to wine and dine her. Would that work? Does she want to interview men for her studies? Not that Juan is going to tell her much. 'I have a beeg cock and I like to fuck mujeres. It ees my destino sagrado'," Danny said mocking Juan's accent.

Janey laughed behind her hand. "You are a fucking cruel boss," she said. "The Department will give us a tick for health and safety, and sue us for racial discrimination."

"Well, it might work. You saw how she was fixated on Juan's cock. And he was happy to spend the whole afternoon naked so long as everyone checked him out. Give him an advance, tell him to take Sanna somewhere up in the hills. Tell him I asked him to check out some place for a location shot and would she like to ride along. I don't care what he eats so long as Sanna's pussy is on the menu. You tell him that."

 

[SannaBlonde82]

“Hi… we met just a while ago… are you ok?”
Sanna stretched out her hand to greet Hannah who had just entered the dressing room.
“Yeah I’m good. How about you?”

Hannah ignored the outstretched hand, just giving her a glance before dropping her robe and going to the bathroom. She turned round before disappearing through the door:
“I gotta clean up”.

Sanna waited for ten minutes, sitting on a chair in front of one of the mirrors. She couldn’t help but see something on her own face. Maybe it was the shock of witnessing in her opinion such brutal sexual behavior. Maybe it was the face of someone not completely sure of what she was feeling.

“So, you wanted to ask some questions?” Hannah came out and sat down in front of the mirror too, and started to apply new makeup. Before Sanna could reply, Hannah spoke:
“I go to UCLA too, you know? So don’t you fucking treat me like any of the others you might have met here. High-school dropouts, white trash drug addicts…”

Sanna was about to defend herself, the girls’ eyes met in the mirrors. But Hannah continued:

“I know you. I mean, I know your type. I’ll answer your questions, as long as you don’t fucking dare judge me. Got it?”

Sanna was silent. It wasn’t what she’d expected. Hannah had seemed the happy-go lucky type back there, this was something else.

“Ok… well… can I ask what you study at UCLA?”
“Law. Next question.”
Sanna looked down at her notes. Hanna was probably lying. She had to tread carefully, it seemed, if she was going to get anything from this one.

“How come you’re here? Why porn?” Sanna asked hesitantly, trying to sound nice.

“I like it. I like porn, I like sex. I like exposing myself. I've done amateur stuff with an ex-boyfriend. But I also need the money. I don’t have rich parents…” Hannah gave Sanna a piercing look in the reflection, like she knew from where Sanna came, and she was right. Was it so obvious??

“You actually like it? That…?” Sanna nodded her head in the general direction of the studio.
“I asked you not to judge me, yeah? Right. Yes, I do. I like it. What I like even more is getting my pussy eaten and fucked, but hopefully I’ll get someone like Juan next time and not his idiot friend. Anyway. I’m just starting out, and now I’ll probably get a contract – which will give me a steady income. Beats fucking Burger King. And as I said: I love sex. Why not get paid for it?”

Hannah shrugged her shoulders and started on her eyelashes. Sanna was dumbfounded, what could she say to that in reply, without starting a silly argument that would just get her thrown out? She also lacked the journalistic skill to ask proper questions. She wasn’t a journalist, she was just a sociology student – in the deep end.

Sannas phone buzzed, it was her dad. I’m outside. Come here at once.

What the actual fuck?? NO!!! Tom what the fuck have you done?? You bastard!!!

Sanna got her things together and excused herself, rushing out from the room and down the corridor to the elevators. She couldn’t believe Tom had betrayed her like this. It was the only way her father could know about her study – she’d only told Tom and some friends at UCLA but they had nothing to do with her father.

Bill Jensen was sitting outside in his Cadillac LTS and when his daughter got in, he sped away. He couldn’t be seen outside this place for any length of time. They sat silent for a minute. Both fuming with rage but not knowing how to start. Bill did eventually.

“I’m not even going to discuss this, Susanna. If you were here to disrupt their production, well. Maybe. At least that would have been… noble. But I know you aren’t. You are here because of your bleeding liberal heart snowflake bullshit. And I don’t want my daughter even in the tiniest way associated with it. Just think of the things you could get caught up in! What if the church…”

Bill stopped there, knowing the religious angle didn't bite on his daughter, then took a breath then continued:
“…But you’re an adult, and… I can’t stop you. But I can damn well stop the money!”

Bill stopped and looked at her for the first time since she got in the car. He was counting on his daughter – however mad she would get at him – not being able to live without his financial support. She never had. She wouldn’t now. And Tom – well he had no money either, so they were both dependent on him. And he knew Tom would exert pressure on her too.

Sanna sat silent. She knew there was no point saying anything at all and giving her dad the silent treatment was her tactic since her early teens. It was immature, she knew it. She wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of arguing nor the pleasure of giving in. What she wanted though, was to get home and tear Tom’s fucking head off, that deceitful and weak and useless boyfriend…

For a moment, she did think about giving her father some truths about the church and it’s hypocrisy and how they were involved in much worse things than porn – but she thought better of it. Finally, they arrived outside her apartment (which Bill Jensen paid the rent for and reminded his daughter of that fact as they pulled up). Sanna opened the door, turned to her dad and said: “Thanks for the lift, daddy. See you round”, before getting out and slamming the door. She knew it would make him furious.

Tom had been on the receiving end of some shouting and screaming in his days, but nothing that came close to what his girlfriend gave him that evening. Yeah, he slept on the couch. He was pleased to. Sanna was still upset, this day had just been more than she could handle. The porn, the talks with the women, Danny and Juan, her father, Tom… She was exhausted.

Waking up early and drinking some coffee before heading back to Angel Studios, Sanna made a decision. Fuck Tom. Fuck her dad. Fuck the church. She was going to carry on, whatever they thought about it.

 

[ericrodman101]

"Remind me. What time are these Health Department guys here again?"

Danny shuffled papers on his desk, pretending he was organising things when he was really just playing for time. Janey stepped up, took the papers, found the pertinent ones, and laid them out before him.

"10.00am," she said. "Like I've told you a thousand times. I think you need to pay me more. Seeing as how I'm the only one who knows what's going on."

She kissed him playfully. The taste of her mouth on his made Danny think back to the times they fucked on film together, then privately, never quite being a couple, more of a mutual support group. He couldn't really be sure why he hadn't tried harder to keep her, but then he was as good with relationships as he was with paperwork.

"And who's on set today?"

"No one," Janey said.

"No one? Are you sure."

"No one. You told me you wanted the place clear for the inspectors."

Danny saw Janey was getting frustrated now. He had told her that. It came back to him now. But was it a good idea? It was sometimes better to have some simple vanilla fuck being filmed when the inspectors were in the building. Just to show them that everything was legal and well organised, they were real people with real medical clearances, and real IDs which showed they were of age. There was plenty of illegal stuff going on of course, as soon as the Health guys drove away from a lot of places. But Danny was only doing his friend a favour at Angel Studios and until he had his own place, it was all going to be above board.

"Maybe we should...."

"...organise a vanilla fuck," Janey said, finishing his sentence.

"Is Hannah in today? Or one of the older girls?"

Janey checked her ipad. "Hannah emailed to see if you had anything on. I've already called her in."

"Good girl," Danny said. "And get Gabe. Those two are so beautiful no inspector is gonna rule anything they do out of order. And Sanna?"

Janey smiled at him strangely, like she knew what he was thinking.

"Sanna?" she said. "What is this preoccupation you have with Miss Bel-Air?"

"Is that where she lives? Fuck. Her parents should be able to buy her a PhD. Why the fuck is she studying for one?"

"You told me to send her and Juan to check out a location. Remember?"

Danny nodded. The last thing he wanted was Sanna interviewing the Health inspectors.

"Hmmm, yes. I don't want her asking the inspectors about sexual rights. What if they don't orgasm? Is that a violation of the International Covenant on Fucking? Jesus!"

"So," said Janey, looking like she was telling something to a 2 year old for the hundredth time, "I've just sent them off in your JEEP."

She pulled Danny over to the window. In the car park below they just caught Sanna and Juan departing. Juan was holding the passenger door open in an exaggerated gesture of chivalry, beckoning to Sanna who was putting something in the trunk.

"Is that a picnic basket? Christ, you think of everything."

"A hamper I picked up on the way," Janey said. "I've sent Juan to check out the Hilmer place, out past Santa Barbara. He's got the keys, a hamper, loads of alcohol, condoms, lube, you name it."

"Does he have a drivers licence?" Danny asked. "Insurance?"

"Too late for that," Janey said, as Juan closed Sanna's door, stepped around the JEEP, climbed in and drive off in a screech of tires.

"What the fuck was he wearing?"

When Juan turned to face their window it was obvious he'd teamed low hanging skin tight jeans with a tight wet-look shirt, unbuttoned to the waist.

"He's got the clue," Janey said. "And Sanna goes all goggle-eyed every time Juan walks into the room. They'll never make Santa Barbara. She'll suck him off at the first stop light and they'll fuck in that vacant lot over behind the Walmart."

Danny laughed. "I fucking hope so. Now for our morning with the Health department. Has Hannah arrived?"