The management did nothing to dissuade such activity. Indeed, edited highlights from fuck films were broadcast from the banks of television screens or projected onto the dance floor. There was usually a floor show of some kind during the evening, featuring striptease, bizarre sex and audience participation. This usually happened fairly late in the morning, by which time the audience had thinned out, with the express purpose of enticing the remainder to stay on, drink more and forget about going to work the following day. Innocence found the floor shows some respite from work as most people who weren’t already in the fuck rooms were no longer interested in buying drinks and those who might be pestering her were engrossed elsewhere. Innocence marvelled at the skills of the performers, who were able to do things with their genitals she’d never believed possible.
The other nights were generally preferable, even though Innocence was conscious of not being amongst the most fashionable of people. She had no intention of shaving off her head or her eyebrows, although she’d adopted the fashion of wearing a beret or other small cap on her head. She also didn’t shave her groin as so many others did and revealed all but the actual lips of the cunt. Not all young fashionable people were quite as extreme as Twelve in their dress. Some still had quite long hair like Innocence - enough for her not to feel like an utter fashion pariah. Many didn’t even reveal their nipples, perhaps thinking that this was a degree of nudity beyond that they’d be comfortable with. Or perhaps because they weren’t especially happy with the shape of their breasts. The breasts and penises Innocence saw promenaded all night were of all kinds and not all could be described in kindly terms.
After work, Innocence would join the early morning commuters at the underground station. They were mostly more engrossed in their newspapers than in looking at her, as she sat with her legs crossed wearing an overcoat over her otherwise nearly naked body. She studied the travellers opposite her with interest, aware that even those looking directly at her were too tired to actually see her. With only the rare exception, these people were not on their way to well-paid jobs, and they were correspondingly poorly dressed and very rarely particularly fashionable. Although Innocence wasn’t paid at all well, she knew that she earned substantially more than most of these others mostly in recognition of her unsociable working hours, and it must be admitted, for her physical beauty. It would not do for a night club like the Fierzehn to employ unattractive bar staff: the custom would probably shift elsewhere if they did.
There was one evening of the week when the night club didn’t require Innocence to work behind the bar. This was because it was generally felt she looked and behaved rather out of place, and this was the Hard Core Night. It wasn’t known as that because the sex was any harder than on any other night. In fact, as far as sex went it was the Singles and Divorced evening that had the most hard core sex. The name described the music which was basically faster, louder and more insistent than that on any other night. Innocence’s fairly tame appearance was somewhat out of place amongst the rather bizarre and sometimes aggressive clothes worn by the clientèle. Her reluctance to bare her crotch was also a little out of place.
However, one of the usual staff - a girl whose face was normally covered by a veil and her feet by large boots, but wore nothing else - was feeling somewhat poorly that night. The manager suggested when he phoned Innocence that it might have something to do with all the drugs she took, and Innocence didn’t find this at all unlikely. She’d often felt uncomfortable working next to someone whose body resembled a ravaged pin-cushion. So, she was persuaded to come in, but not to wear anything less than a very skimpy short dress that revealed her buttocks, but not her precious crotch. In fact, Innocence rather troubled herself that it might reveal more of a bulge than she was particularly happy with.
She really didn’t enjoy the music that was playing, if music could be a word she’d normally ascribe to the thundering percussion, screeching samples and high-pitched wails. The audience however were totally immersed in it and the sweat poured off their naked or nearly naked bodies. Indeed, there was rather more flesh on display than usual, if much of it was very pale and quite unwholesome. Far more heads were shaved than usual, although there was a general contempt for shaved crotches, underarms or eyebrows. Many of the men had surgery to give them breasts that looked incongruous on otherwise normally masculine bodies. Many of the women still sported dildos, but it was unlikely that these monstrous ugly things - often made of metal with horrid knobs and hooks - were ever intended for sexual purposes. One feature that both men and women had in common was a fondness for laced boots that often reached high up above their ankles and sometimes had steel toecaps. There was actually rather less sex than usual: the fuck rooms were mostly used for drug-taking and the toilets were almost always heaving with people hanging around or injecting themselves.
Innocence felt rather uncomfortable as she served the real ale, bottled beer and mineral water that were the favoured drinks of the mostly young clientèle. She didn’t feel that way as a result of any sexual advances. She just didn’t know how to respond to the aggression many of the women expressed to her and didn’t like the names she was given, like Hot Pants, Tight Cunt and, most scathingly of all, Magazine Model. She tried to maintain a bland friendly smile which attracted even more adverse attention, until she copied the blank expression shown by the other bar steward, a slightly plump girl with shaved head, military beret and plaited pubic hair.
It was on this evening that Innocence once again met her old lover, Dodie, who was with a company of other girls dressed just like her with green berets decorated by a single red star, boots and nothing else. Like them, her head was shaved but the eyebrows weren’t, and the only piece of jewellery she wore was a single plastic bangle on her left arm. When Innocence first saw her she was kissing another girl with a patch over one eye and breasts that seemed curiously large on an otherwise emaciated body. Innocence suspected that the breasts were surgically enhanced judging from their unnatural firmness. Dodie wandered over to the bar, looking somewhat disorientated, with heavy lids over bloodshot eyes and a faint trail of snot from her nose.
When she saw Innocence, she paused as if hit by something and stood transfixed as if trying to be sure she could believe what she saw. Sparkle returned to her eyes and she grinned broadly and a little foolishly.
“Innocence! My love! My loveliest!” she exclaimed in a totally incongruous way for this unromantic environment. She leaned heavily on the bar, her long nipples brushing against an ice bucket and her elbows soaked in beery place mats. “Is it you? Is it truly you?”
Innocence smiled, while returning change from an order for several bottles of mineral water and alka-seltzer. “It is! This is where I work now.”
“I didn’t know you were into Hard Core. You certainly don’t look the part.”
“I’m not. It’s just my job!”
Dodie abandoned her friends, who occasionally returned to offer her a toke from a large joint or a sniff from smoke-filled glasses, and spent the whole evening sitting at the bar chatting to Innocence, while her old lover continued to serve customers. She chatted and chatted, without respite, about all that she’d done and seen since she’d left Wonderground. She’d only just arrived in Congress, and was currently dossing on the sofa in a very grubby squat in the Shit district of the city, an area Innocence had never visited for fear of being attacked by muggers or for being approached as a prostitute. She returned again and again in her rambling conversation to her abiding love for Innocence which persisted so strongly through all the fucks she’d had: the indifferent, the casual and the passionate. “You’re the only one who has ever brought meaning to my life!” she exclaimed with unselfconscious passion, clearly embarrassing the tall large-breasted man standing beside her with a large tattoo embellished on his shaved forehead.
Innocence found it impossible to resist inviting Dodie back to her bedsit, who barely noticed her environment at all, unlacing the long laces of her boots and collaps
ing onto her bed. She smiled blissfully. “It’s so wonderful to see you again!” she exclaimed as she fell into immediate unconsciousness. Innocence slightly resented Dodie’s invasion of her already limited space, but tidied the sheets around her, pulled off her dress and sneaked into the bed next to her.
The following morning, Innocence was awoken, very bleary eyed and with a raw mouth, to the distinct sensation of wet hungry lips taking her penis deep into a mouth and pulling it up into a more sensitive erection than she normally had so early in the day. She opened her eyes and focused on a dark raw hairy mass directly above her, only gradually becoming aware that she was staring straight into Dodie’s cunt. The long skinny body with tiny breasts and with Innocence marked on her buttock caressed the front of her body and replaced the warmth of the duvet. Reluctantly at first, but with increasing pleasure, Innocence surrendered herself to Dodie’s affection, and soon reciprocated by firmly pushing her tongue into Dodie’s anus, while stroking and probing the vagina with her fingers.
Dodie moved more or less permanently into Innocence’s bedsit - never able to get enough of her body. The only times they were parted was when Innocence went to work and Dodie went to join the company of her other friends, happy to indulge in drugs and sex with them, unaware that this in any way compromised the passion she felt for her well-endowed lover. There was very little space in Innocence’s bed for the two of them, so they slept very much enveloped in each other’s bodies: Innocence’s penis often left to sleep inside Dodie’s cunt and her face side by side with Dodie’s always blissfully grinning face.
Innocence didn’t doubt the passion of Dodie’s affection for her, and in the lonely forbidding anonymity of the city this was a centre of stability and comfort for which she became progressively more grateful. At the same time, however, it was a struggle to encourage Dodie to be more tidy, to return the cap to the toothpaste and to take her boots off before clambering onto the bed. These were minor trials however compared to the greater benefits of Dodie’s constant love and affection.
XXIII
In Which Innocence is displayed on film and is shown together with an old friend.
It was Dodie who reminded Innocence of the interview she’d had with Fuck Films Today and her appearance in Forbidden Love. “It’s absolutely ridiculous that you should be working for virtually nothing at the Fierzehn, especially as you don’t really like music, when you could be earning a hell of a lot more in fuck films.”
“I’m not sure I want to be filmed fucking people,” Innocence retorted.
“Don’t be silly. You were happy enough having sex with Nancy Shittits or whatever her name was. If that’s not being filmed fucking, what is? And you only got a little amount of money for that! Come on! They’re always auditioning for people to star in fuck films. Look at these ads in the paper!” Dodie showed her lover the classified section in the evening paper. There certainly wasn’t any shortage of demand.
Innocence took the paper from her naked lover’s hand, and still with one arm around Dodie’s shoulders - it was the only way to prevent herself falling off the bed - she scrutinised the details. “For a chance to appear in a Fuck Film with a difference!” “Guys! How big’s your dick? Show it off to its best advantage in your best mates!” “Wanted! Girls with Big Busts! Guys with Thick Pricks!”
“I don’t like the sound of any of these,” admitted Innocence.
“Oh, don’t be silly!” insisted Dodie. “You’re just not reading it right. What about this one? ‘Bizarre film needs Bizarre stars!’ If you’re not bizarre, who is?” She cheekily caressed Innocence’s penis. “Go on! Give it a chance!”
Fortunately, the day of the audition coincided with Innocence’s day off, so she was able to turn up with Dodie keeping her company. Half of her was eager to be accepted and to get into a career that she knew would bring an end to her nights behind a bar with her eardrums assaulted and her dignity constantly threatened. The other half was somewhat ill at ease at the idea of fucking or being fucked in front of the camera (although the idea stimulated her as well, as Dodie kept reminding her). She didn’t feel much at ease with the others being auditioned. Many were actually rather ordinary, rather plain, people whose bizarreness apparently consisted in the extremes of behaviour they were willing to practise to gain an honest living. Others were bizarre in more obvious ways. A woman with a beard. A man with a very long but thin penis he relished waving around the place. A pigmy woman. An oldish woman with breasts that lacked body but trailed down to her waist. A fat woman who was so large that she occupied almost all the space on the sofa. A slim woman whose breasts were so small that only the presence of a very natural vagina could convince anyone she was really a woman at all.
When Innocence’s turn arrived, the interviewer was at first convinced that it was Dodie who was the interviewee and was visibly disappointed when it was Innocence who sat on the chair opposite. He scratched his beard and peered at her through the thick plastic lenses of his glasses. “So what do you do that makes you suitable for a bizarre film. Do you like animals fucking you? Do you enjoy eating turds? Can you crack nuts in your cunt?”
“No, not at all! That sounds disgusting!” winced Innocence.
“So why come to an audition for bizarre fuck films if you don’t like bizarre things? Do you like being beaten up? Do you enjoy drinking piss? Can you get a fist up your arsehole?”
As Innocence shook her head sadly at each disgusting suggestion, she could see the interviewer getting visibly more annoyed. She looked rather forward to leaving. Clearly fuck films just weren’t for her. But it was Dodie who abruptly came to her rescue: “It’s not what Innocence does, but what she is that makes her bizarre?”
The director frowned. “I don’t see that! Okay, she looks good, and most fuck film companies would jump at the opportunity of employing her. But looks is less than half of what we’re interested in at Bizarre Bazaar. Our viewers want something a little more challenging and demanding than pretty girls being fucked by good looking guys. And going for girls just isn’t bizarre enough these days, I’m afraid.”
“It’s what Innocence has between her legs that makes her hot property! Go on, Innocence! Take down your knickers!”
Innocence smiled reluctantly, but pulled up her short dress and lowered her knickers so the interviewer could see her penis. His eyes widened significantly as he focused on it. “Does it work? Is it real?” he wondered.
“It’s real enough!” Dodie replied for Innocence. “She’s given me the best fuck I’ve ever had. She comes like a shaken beer can, fucks for hours without respite and her erection pops up with the least provocation. Look at her prick now if you don’t believe me.”
The interviewer studied Innocence’s penis which was already quite thick and erect. “God! It’s beautiful! Take off all your gear! Let’s see all you’ve got to offer!”
So it was that Innocence passed her first audition and became the main star of a whole series of films. The interviewer was, in fact, the director of most of the films Bizarre Bazaar made and was sufficiently sensitive to Innocence’s reservations not to start her off in films that actually involved fucking. All that was required of her was to sit around showing off her body in various degrees of undress and to arouse her penis to a state of excitement. The main attraction of the films was the way that even this early in her film career Innocence was able to stimulate herself to an erection with very little prompting, maintain it for a good period of time and then relieve herself with enough semen to feed quite a few hungry people.
The films were made mostly in sets that looked remarkably ordinary and dull. Kitchens. Living rooms. Bathrooms. And most often of all, bedrooms. There she would writhe under the constant gaze of a set of cameras, apparently aroused by her reflection or the rather tedious fuck magazines she’d be given to read, and stimulate herself sufficiently for her penis to excite the unknown viewer. The majority of these short films focused entirely on her erect penis and its arousal. Some films wer
e more adventurous, but only just. In one, she had to insert a realistically sized dildo in the exact shape of a real penis deep inside her anus, which was only possible with the help of a small attractive oriental assistant whose job was specifically to arouse sexual organs and to smear lubricating jelly in the right places. In another, she had to follow a scene of ejaculation with one of pissing, which involved consuming a few pints of beer in rapid succession before filming.
On the whole, though, these films were sufficiently tame for Innocence to lose most of her inhibitions about a career in film pornography, and to quite happily abandon her job at the Fierzehn. She soon felt the advantages of having more money. She and Dodie spent several happy hours discussing the much larger flat they intended to move into together and all the things they would buy once they’d saved up enough. Dodie was contributing her own wages to the household now, having taken a job in a Radical Bookstore that sold many books and magazines which showed very much the same activity as the fuck films did but with less attractive models, a lot more imagination and were only occasionally particularly erotic. Most of the female models looked rather more like Dodie with their shaved heads, hairy crotches and large boots. Innocence would much rather dress in a more feminine and fetching way, rather enjoying the glances she got from men and women as she teetered on her stilettos in her short dress on the underground trains to the studio.
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