by Fh John
The Birth of a Porn Star
Defying Daddy’s Wishes
By
F H John
The Birth of a Porn Star: Defying Daddy’s Wishes
Copyright ©2016 by F H John
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Content Warning!
This book contains explicit, adult sexual materials and only those above the age of 18 should read it. The scenes within this book are extreme, graphic and are not intended for those looking for purely romantic love in monogamous relationships or even partners practicing safe sex. The content of this book is of extreme nature and involves reluctant and forceful sexual scenes. This is a work of fiction and the author does not condone forceful sex outside of fictional settings, unless both partners explicitly consent to it.
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Calendar Audition
Chapter 2
Porn Star Fantasy
Chapter 4
Living the Dream
Chapter 5
Afterward
Excerpt from Career Girls
Prologue
CHAPTER 1
Blaze’s Glory
Chapter 1
Calendar Audition
“Are you sure this audition is legit? It’s for a real calendar, right?”
“Positive,” I lied. “Why?”
She turned in the seat of our rented car and gave me a suspicious look.
“Why is it in Florida?”
“That’s where it is,” I said. “I don’t know why.”
She folded her arms and glared at me. “You’re not lying to me, are you?”
“Why are you saying that?” I was trying very hard not to sweat, but the Florida sun wasn’t making it easy and the heat of her questions was making it even harder. If I let the truth slip out now, before we got to the audition, she was sure to back out.
“I talked to Lindsey before we left. She says that pornos are made in Florida now. I told her she was crazy. I told her that everybody knows pornos are made in California, but she’s says that’s wrong. She says the actors have to wear condoms in California and they don’t in Florida, so now almost all pornos are made in Florida. Is that true, Jacob?”
“It might be,” I said, trying to play innocent. “How would I know.”
“Because! You know everything about porn! God, why did I have to start going out with such a pervert.”
“Hey!” I said. “I got you into this audition, didn’t I. You said you wanted to be a model, right? Well. I got you an audition.”
“I’m not doing porn, Jacob. I mean it.”
“This is just a calendar, Sarah. I swear.”
“What kind of Calendar? And don’t lie. I always know when you’re lying.”
Not always, I thought.
“Well, it is an adult Calendar,” I lamented, knowing that she would figure that out anyway.
“I knew it,” she said. “Turn the car around! I mean it.”
“Relax, Sarah. You’re gorgeous. Perfect even. You might have to go topless. So what? You have to start your career somewhere, right? You can’t just expect to step right into the business and walk right into being a supermodel for a ritzy magazine.”
“Just topless?” she asked suspiciously.
“Yeah. This is a classy shoot, Sarah. They only do quality stuff.”
“You promise? My dad would kill me if it was anything more than that. Kill me, Jacob. He would literally bend me over and whip me until I bled.”
“Oh, he would not. Besides. He’ll never find out. He’s too square to look at girly calendars.”
“What if one of his friends sees it.”
“They’re just as square as he is. Nobody will know.”
“I’m a daddy’s girl, Jacob. I couldn’t stand it if he hated me.”
“He won’t find out,” I said.
Chapter 2
Porn Star Fantasy
I know it was bad to lie to her the way I was, but it had always been my dream to date a porn star. There were two ways I could have accomplished my dream. I could move to Florida and try to sweep an already established porn star off her feet, but I didn’t feel very confident about that. Porn stars can have any guy they want, and I’m average. I’m not rich and I’m not what women consider a ‘bad boy’ or even sexy. I’m just a guy.
A more realistic way to achieve my goal was to find a really pretty girl and get her into the business. Producers are always on the hunt for new talent and as long as the girl can be considered cute, she’s shoe in. They cycle through women quick, so the standards aren’t that high.
I got lucky with Sarah. She wasn’t just cute. Of course, when we first got together, she didn’t know how pretty she was. She didn’t dress pretty. She didn’t do her hair nice. She didn’t hang out with the pretty girls, she hung out with the ordinary girls. With a little encouragement from a guy, she quickly began to blossom and as it turned out, she was pretty close to being a ten. She just kept her beauty buried. In no time at all, I had her dressing a little sexier and as she started getting a little more attention from guys, she began to realize that she did have it in the looks department and she even had a bit of a naughty side, which made it a lot easier to convince her that she could, if she really wanted, be a model.
The downside was that even though she was willing enough in bed, she was still hanging on to trying to live up to her father’s strict standards. Behind closed doors, she could get a little wild, she was no longer a virgin, but sometimes she still acted like it. If I even suggested we get our own place together, allowing me a little more freedom with her, she’d dismiss the idea completely, saying that her father would never let her. I’d point out that she was eighteen now and could do what she wanted, but she wouldn’t go for it. She’d cite that she was a daddy’s girl and could never defy him. Hopefully, the producer of this, ‘calendar’ was good at his job. If he blew it, I was pretty sure it would be back to the drawing board, but now that we were graduated from high school, finding another hot girl wouldn’t be as easy. My hope was that he could convince her to do an adult video and that once she did, she would want to do it again. The whole plan was risky. There was a good chance it would fail and she’d dump me, but I wanted to try. My dream of dating a porn star was that important to me.
Chapter 4
Living the Dream
We both stood nervously in front of the door as we waited for someone to answer. I already knew the schtick, because I’ve seen the videos these guys make. They film the wannabe models from the moment they walk through the front door and show the whole process as they convince the girl to do more than what she expected to have to do. Much more.
The door opened and just as I expected, there was a tall guy standing there holding a camera.
“Hey,” Sarah said. “What’s with the camera?”
“We have to shoot everything right from the beginning, hon. Are you Sarah?”
“Yes,” she said. “This
is my boyfriend, Jacob.”
“Sorry, hon,” he said. “You’ll have to do this without your boyfriend.”
“What,” she said. “No. I need him to be here. He’s like my cheerleader. He helps me be more confident.”
The guy pulled the camera to the side.
“Step in, folks. Let’s talk about this inside.” He kept the camera angled to get a shot, but pretended as if he wasn’t filming anymore.
“My name is Eric and we’re totally professional here,” he said. “We do this all the time. You don’t have anything to be shy about and you can leave at any time you want, hon. You’re in control. It’s no big deal. We have a lot of girls waiting for their audition. We hope you work out, because … to be honest, you’re a really cute girl. Kind of hot in a sweet way, but really. If you’re not completely comfortable with this, we can move on. Just ask your boyfriend to wait in the car or something, okay.”
“Can I uh … can I talk to you. Privately,” I asked him.
He nodded, setting the camera down on a nearby table so that it was still pointed in Sarah’s direction and he led me into the next room where there were a few guys chatting around a table. Two of them were stocky black guys and the other was a well-shaped white guy.
“Look. I know what this is. I’m a big fan of your site. A member. She doesn’t know, but I want you guys to do your thing with her. It’s totally cool with me.”
“Really,” he said. I could see his wheels churning. “So, you’re really her boyfriend? That’s no bullshit?”
“I am,” I said.
He scratched his chin in thought. “I think we could work that angle,” he said. “It’s different than anything else we’ve done.”
“Sweet,” I said. “Look. She loves DJ Lucas. If you can work that into the script. You know. Like you guys have something to do with him coming up, she’ll be putty in your hands.”
He laughed. “You uh … you ain’t the greatest boyfriend in the bunch. You know that, right?”
“I’m doing her a favor. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s the type.”
“All right, my man. Let’s get things rolling.”
We walked back into the room where Sarah was and he picked the camera back up.
“All right, Sarah. Your boyfriend is quite convincing. We’re going to let him stay.”
“Oh, good,” she said, sounding relieved. “I’d be a lot more comfortable with him here.”
“We do need to see your I.D., hon. We’ll have to make a copy of it for our records.”
“My I.D.? Why?”
He lowered the camera again, keeping the lens in her direction. “Like I said, hon. We are professionals. We have to do this above the board. We record everything for your protection and for ours. With the camera rolling, you know there won’t be anything funny going on, because our bosses would know, right?”
“I guess. Sure,” she said.
“And we have to copy your I.D. Again, that’s the professional thing to do, isn’t it?”
“Yeah. You’re right. Sure.”
She took out her I.D. and handed it to him. He walked over, slapped her I.D. on the copier nearby and pushed the button to bring the machine to life. He made the copy and returned her license to her.
“Hey guys,” Eric said. “Come in and meet Sarah. I think you’ll love her.”
“Who are you talking to,” she said, worried.
“Just a few of the other producers, hon. Nothing to worry about. They’ll just want to get a look at you and then they’ll go back into the other room. For the rest of the audition, it will only be you me and your boyfriend…”
“Jacob,” I said.
“Right. You me and Jacob here.”
The three men from the other room stepped in. All three of them made it a point to look her over, each of them taking turns circling her as they looked.
“Excellent. If she gives a good audition, the main producer will love the shit out of her,” one of the guys said.
“Main producer?” she asked.
“Yes, hon. We do all the work. He gets all the credit. That’s the way this industry works. Someday we hope to be the main man, but for now, we’re stuck doing all the work. You understand, right?”
“I guess,” she said. “I think I’d rather he did the audition.”
“I understand why you would want that. It makes sense. I know it does, hon, but trust me. He always picks the girls that we recommend. It really is me and these other guys who you have to impress, okay.”
“Okay,” she said.
“Can we get started then,” he asked.
“Are they going to go into the other room?” she asked.
All three of them nodded without any further invitation. They all headed back into the room they started in.
“Okay, sweetie. Now I’ll need you to go over there and stand by that white wall there. I need a nice contrast so that you’ll be the highlight of the frame, okay?”
“Okay,” she said as she walked over to the wall.
She stood there facing the camera with her hands folded in front of her. The skirt she was wearing ended a few inches above her knees and her white top was buttonless. She looked cute, but she didn’t look like a calendar model.
“All right, sweetie,” Eric said bringing the camera up in front of him. “Now, I need you to spin slowly for me. All of the producers are going to want to see you from every angle.”
“Okay,” she said. She turned slowly, moving her feet until she was facing front again.
“Good, hon. See this isn’t so tough, is it.”
“Not so far, no,” she said.
“All right. Now I will have to see a little more of your body. Can you lift your skirt nice and high? Show me what you’re working with?”
“Lift my skirt? Is that really necessary?”
“It is, hon,” he said, lowering the camera. “Listen, hon. Like I said before. We are very professional here. There’s nothing out of the ordinary going on. We do this all the time. This isn’t a children’s calendar, sweetie. Our customers are men and you know how guys are, right. They like beautiful girls like you and in the official calendar, we’re going to need girls who are willing to wear sexy lingerie, or skimpy swimsuits. Some of the sexier girls, the more adventurous girls, will wear even less. You know how it is. That’s where the real money is. You know that right? In either case, we have to know that your body looks nice for the camera. We can’t just guess.”
“Yeah,” she said. “That makes sense.”
“You’d be comfortable wearing either a string bikini or lingerie for this, wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I wouldn’t mind that.”
“Perfect,” he said. “So, lifting your skirt isn’t a huge deal, then, okay.”
“I suppose not. I’m sorry for making it sound like I wouldn’t do it. I’m just nervous.”
“I understand, hon,” he said. “This your first time shooting professionally?”
“Yeah,” she said. “I’m really sorry.”
“No, no. It’s fine, hon. For your first time, you’re not doing bad and you look absolutely adorable in that skirt. The guys will love it.”
“Nobody will see this, right. Other than the producers?”
“If you’re accepted. If you make the cut, yes. The guys love to see the audition footage, but that’s not a problem. This is all pretty standard stuff. Nothing outrageous.”
“Yeah. You’re right. Sorry again,” she said.
“Okay, so lift that skirt up for me,” he said. “Nice and high.”
Sarah’s face flushed a little, but she did what she was asked. She bent down and took the hem of her skirt, lifting it until just before her panties came into view.
“A little higher, hon. We’re going to need to see what you look like in underwear, baby.”
Her eyes spun a little, but she lifted it higher, exposing her panties for the camera. I picked the ones she had on. They were sexy and lacy, a tho
ng in the back, which I knew was coming next.
“Perfect, hon. You are absolutely stunning. You have very sexy thighs and nice legs in general. The main producer will love this,” he said. “Now spin around for me so we can see your backside.”
“Huh?” she said, giving me a worried look and dropping her skirt. “I uh—I wore a thong. Shoot, Jacob. I knew I should have worn the other pair!”
“No, no, hon. If you can show us that you’re brave enough, the thong is much better. Especially if you agree to wear a thong during the real photoshoot. Like I said, that kind of thing does pay better. Is a thong out of the question for that, hon?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. My butt is kind of small,” she said.
“Small? Hon. Guys love a nice, firm butt, even if it is small. Sometimes they like that better. Is your butt firm?”
“Oh, yeah. I played volleyball and soccer in high school.”
“Well, let’s have a look at it,” Eric said. “Be confident now.”
She turned around and lifted her skirt again, going fast until just before the bottom of her butt started to come into view. She slowed down, but kept lifting her skirt, letting her perfect rump flash before the camera. She held the skirt there and waited for what came next.
“Keep the skirt lifted nice and high and then turn nice and slow for the camera, okay?”
“Okay,” she said as she began to turn. She turned all the way around until her butt was facing the camera again.
“Great, hon. Really, really, nice. I think that’s the nicest butt I’ve seen all day. It really is. You should be proud.”
“I am, I guess,” she said.
“All right. Now, I’ll just need you to remove your shirt. You are wearing a bra under there, right?” Eric asked.
“I am, but uh … I talked with my boyfriend earlier, and we both think I should take that off. My boobs are my best asset,” she said.
“That would be wonderful, Sarah. Really good, hon. Whatever you are comfortable with.”
Sarah began taking her shirt off. She pulled it over her head and as soon as she had her shirt off, she reached back and unsnapped her bra, letting it go but covering her breasts with her hands. She was right about her breasts being her best asset. They were full, more than my hands could cover and as she stood there with her hands covering them, there was flesh spilling out. She took a deep breath, gazed into the camera and then let her hands fall away. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles. She stood there nervously allowing Eric to film her breasts. And she was smiling, giving me hope that a star truly was being born.