“Girl, you know exactly what to do.”
Keisha put her mouth back on Bruce’s dick, and he put his hand on her head, forcing her to gag. She pulled back.
“Don’t fucking do that again,” she said angrily.
“You know you like it,” Bruce said, smiling.
“No, I don’t. And if you fucking do that again, I’ll reduce your dick from ten inches to three.”
“Damn, girl, you’re fucking hardcore,” Dong said, laughing. “I like that.”
“All right, enough chitchat out there,” Ray scolded. “Let’s get to the fucking. Trevi, I want you to fuck Don Juan. Keisha, I want you to get fucked by Bruce while you suck Dong’s dick. And then we’ll switch it off. Let’s get into position. If anyone needs any lube, start lubing right now, because I don’t want it happening on camera.”
“I’ve got a question,” Keisha said.
“What?” Ray said, walking back to his monitor.
“Do we have condoms?”
Ray looked at Steven and then back at Keisha.
“There’s no need,” he answered. “This is a no-condom shoot because everybody’s been tested. So you don’t have anything to worry about.”
“Yeah, but—”
“Yeah, but nothing. Let’s get ready to shoot. Keisha, get back into position.”
Keisha hadn’t known that this would be a no-condom shoot, and if she’d known at the beginning of the day, she probably wouldn’t have agreed to participate. But now, after having done so much, she suddenly felt that she didn’t have the will to either protest or walk away. It was a job that needed to be done. So Keisha got into position, bending over with her hands on the bed. Bruce was in back of her, ready to enter her, and Dong was in front of her, with his limp dick a few inches from her face. Trevi was in the cowgirl position, as Don Juan held his dick, stroking it to keep it hard.
“On my call, get ready for action,” Ray said. “Phil, have you taken enough photos?”
Phil went in and out of the scene, and Bruce mugged for the camera, giving his best fuck face for the camera.
“Yeah, I’m done.”
“All right, then, let’s go, y’all. Action!”
At the word action, Bruce started beating his dick against Keisha’s ass, and she took Dong’s dick into her mouth. Trevi sat on Don Juan’s dick and began writhing.
“Oh, baby, give it to me,” Trevi said.
It would have been comical to Keisha, all the fake moaning and groaning, but she was too busy sucking a dick and worrying about Bruce to take notice. Plus, she had her lines to deliver. She turned her head toward Bruce and delivered them.
“What the fuck are you waiting for? Give it to me and give it to me hard,” she demanded. Bruce took his dick, twirled it in a circle, and then entered Keisha.
“Jesus,” Keisha said under her breath. She stuck out her left hand and tried to put it on Bruce’s abdomen so she could make sure he didn’t go deep. But he started slow and then started building speed, thrusting deeper and deeper inside her.
“Aww, aww, aww,” Keisha said. It wasn’t so much a moan as a visceral reaction to being fucked.
“Keep your mouth on that dick, Keisha,” Ray instructed. “You’re doing great.”
Keisha kept trying to get a rhythm, where she’d sway back and forth with Bruce’s thrusting.
“Goddamn, this bitch’s pussy is tight as a muthafucka,” Bruce said to Dong.
“And she can suck a mean dick,” Dong responded.
Dong reached over and started rubbing Trevi’s breast and French kissing her. Keisha was now gagging on Dong’s dick, and the pounding from Bruce was beginning to hurt.
“Oh God,” she yelled. “Oh God!”
“Yeah!” Bruce said, taking his hands and slapping Keisha’s ass. His hand left a red mark.
“I need some more dialogue from you, Keisha,” Ray said.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!” Keisha said. “Fuck me harder, dammit!” That was something she’d never really say during sex, but she couldn’t think of anything else. Her mind was blank, and she was simply a vessel in this whole undertaking. For her, it was like being really high on weed, where everything around her became disconnected from her as a person. They just became objects. Bruce and his dick, Dong and his dick, Trevi and her pussy, Don Juan and his dick, her own pussy and mouth, were simply objects connecting together. But strangely, something unexpected began to happen. She began feeling sexual pleasure, almost as an involuntary reflex.
After about five minutes of action, Keisha and Trevi switched. Keisha lay on her back, while Don Juan got on top of her. Long Island Dong mounted Trevi, while she sucked Bruce’s dick. Of course, before they could do anything, Phil needed to take more pictures, so Don Juan was inside of Keisha, but not moving. As uncomfortable as that was, at least Keisha could rest while on her back.
“Hurry up with those fucking pictures,” Ray screamed at Phil.
“Okay, okay!” Phil took three up-close photos of Keisha’s makeup-smeared face and was done. “We’re a go,” he said.
“Let’s give it our all, everyone. We’re getting close to the end of this scene, and I’m sure that the crew is ready for lunch,” Ray said.
“Yeah,” the crew said in unison.
“Give me some good fucking, y’all. Action.”
Don Juan started moving slowly inside Keisha’s pussy. How he’d stayed hard during the photos was a mystery to her. “I’m going to show you how I give it to my wife,” he said to Keisha.
“Bring it, baby,” Keisha said. “I want the best apartment you guys have.”
“Oh, you’ll get that,” Don Juan said, huffing and puffing as he stroked Keisha, “and a little bit more.”
“Oooh, papi, give me more,” Keisha cooed.
Right next to Keisha, Trevi was trying her best to keep Long Island Dong hard, but he just couldn’t keep it up. He kept fucking her for a few minutes, and then he lost his erection. So she eventually had to turn around and stroke him until he was hard again.
“Remind me to not use Long Island Dong again,” Steven whispered to Ray. “He’s fucking up the scene.”
“Why the fuck doesn’t he use Viagra?” Ray asked, looking at the monitor at the scene unfolding about five feet away.
“Pride,” Steven answered. “The motherfucka is one of those old porn men that believe that if you have to take a pill to get hard, then you should get out of the industry.”
“Well, he should get out, then, because his dick has been as limp as a wet piece of lettuce for most of this scene.”
Everyone was fucking and the scene looked hot behind the monitor. The monitor was sort of a magic filter for Ray. If he looked at the sex scene directly, it looked like a raw, unsexual group of people having intercourse. But when he looked through the monitor, it looked sexy, hardcore, and as though everyone was at the height of orgasmic pleasure. His job was to create and perpetuate that fiction.
“That’s enough fucking, everybody,” Ray said, leaving the monitor and walking to the middle of the bedroom set. Everyone was sweaty and tired.
“It’s time for the money shot. Trevi, I want you to take it from Dong and Bruce in the face, and Keisha, I want you to take Don Juan’s load in the mouth. Okay, let’s—”
“I won’t do it,” Keisha whispered.
Ray turned around. “What did you say?”
“I said that I’m not going to take a cum shot in the mouth. I’m not going to do it. You can have him shoot his cum on my ass, but I’m not going to have any man’s cum in my mouth or face.”
Ray stared at Keisha and then walked right next to her so that only she could hear him.
“If you don’t fucking take Don Juan’s dick in your mouth and not only take his cum shot in your mouth, but smile while you swallow it, I’ll fucking make sure that you don’t get paid a muthafucking dime from this shoot. You’ll walk off this set one pissed-off muthafucka, and no one will care.”
Ray stood up and looked down at
Keisha. “Now, do I make myself clear?”
Everyone was staring at Keisha, waiting for her reaction. She raised her head and looked Ray directly in the eye.
“I will not take a fucking cum shot in the mouth,” she said, strongly and defiantly.
Ray again stared at her and then silently walked away. He looked at the monitor, and all the actors kept looking at Keisha. They weren’t used to someone standing up for themselves. Finally, Ray spoke.
“Don Juan, cum on Keisha’s belly,” Ray shouted angrily. “All right, action!”
Don Juan started fucking Keisha, stroking her faster and faster, as though they’d been fucking for hours.
“Yes, that’s it,” Keisha said. “Give it to me, Daddy!”
Trevi was getting fucked by Long Island Dong and was sucking Bruce’s dick. Finally, it was time for the money shot, and Long Island Dong took his dick out and walked so that he was side by side with Bruce. Trevi took both dicks in her hands and pressed them together, sucking them both at the same time. She then kept jerking off Bruce.
“I’m going to fucking—cum!” he yelled, and then he came on her face, white jizz getting on her cheek, eye, and hair. As soon as he came, she deep-throated his dick, as though she wanted to suck all of the cum out of his dick. Next was Dong, who came on the other side of Trevi’s face. And she did the same deep-throating.
Phil rushed in to take shots of her face, letting the cum drip off her chin and eyelash. He walked back off the set, and remarked to a crew member, “That’s some good shit. We’ll be able to put that cum shot on the Web site and sell thousands of subscriptions.”
Now it was Keisha’s turn.
“Shit, girl, your pussy feels so good,” Don Juan said, his face scrunched into an orgasmic mishmash.
“Cum for me, papi. Give me your load.”
Don Juan moved once and then twice more inside Keisha.
“Awwww fuck!” he yelled, pulling out as he came on Keisha’s belly and tits. Phil again ran over to take as-it-happened pictures of the cum shot.
“That’s it, y’all. Let’s take a break for lunch,” Ray said.
Immediately, the crew struck and walked out for lunch. Marisa threw the guys towels, and Trevi picked up the baby wipes and began wiping the cum from her face.
“I hate when it gets in my hair,” she said, trying to wipe it out of strands of hair.
Keisha was quiet. She waited patiently for Trevi to give her the box of baby wipes.
“So, how did you like it?” Don Juan asked her, as he wiped off his dick.
“I can’t even think,” she said, her expression not changing. “But I’m out.”
Trevi handed Keisha the box of baby wipes and looked at her with compassion. “Then welcome to porn, where thinking is not only not allowed, but heartily discouraged.”
Keisha took a baby wipe and slowly wiped the cum off her belly and tits. She was now a porn actress, whether she liked it or not.
Chapter 19
Let’s not forget that the little emotions are the great captains of our lives and we obey them without realizing it.
—Vincent van Gogh
Keisha slowly walked into the dressing room, the sensation in her body numb to any emotion or thought. She was just there. Trevi was already in the dressing room, busy laughing with Marisa and Allison, while the rest of the crew was eating lunch. Trevi still had two more scenes to do.
“How are you feeling, Keisha?” Trevi asked.
“I don’t know,” she responded, taking her clothes off of the rack. She slowly began to dress, putting on her jeans first.
“That’s exactly how I felt when I finished my first scenes,” Trevi said.
“Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it,” Marisa said. “Every actress does. What you have to develop is a method of coping.”
“A method of coping?” Keisha asked wearily. “What the hell is that?”
“Little things,” she said. “What you did out there was not intercourse, but penetration.”
“Penetration? What’s the difference?”
“It’s subtle,” Trevi said. “Intercourse is what I have with my boyfriend, or in my personal life. That comes with feelings and emotions. What I do on the set is have a man penetrate me, and that’s completely different. Penetration is a job. I may cum with both, but there’s a big difference. Once you understand those differences, it’ll make your job a lot easier.”
Keisha stopped. “Don’t you feel used, whether or not you figure out a way to not make it personal?”
Allison started laughing.
“What?” Keisha asked. “Did I say something funny?”
“Yeah, you did,” Allison said. “You asked if people felt used. Girl, what the hell did you think this was? This is porn! Of course a person feels used, because that’s the point of porn. We use each other as much as possible. And when you don’t have any more use, you’re done. Come on, Keisha, you’re smarter than that. You knew what you were getting into, and you got what you expected.”
She didn’t say another word to anyone until Steven walked into the room.
“Keisha, I just wanted to say that you were great out there,” he said, smiling. “You were nervous, but you overcame that. You were a real professional, and you should be proud of yourself. Now in the next scenes—”
“I’m done,” she said. “There are no next scenes.”
“Wait, you have two more scenes to do,” he said, staring at her intently.
“Where’s my money?” Keisha said, putting on her top.
“I’ve got it right here,” Steven said, pulling out a white envelope. “It was money well deserved. I think we’re going to sell tons of videos. I want to use you for another video as soon—”
“Just give me my money,” she said, grabbing the envelope and her bag. She didn’t appear to be angry or agitated, she just wanted to get out of there.
“Do you need a ride home?” Steven asked, as Keisha walked out of the dressing room.
“No, I got it, thanks,” she said, without turning around. As she was walking to the door, she passed the cast and crew, who were eating their lunch. Don Juan stopped her.
“I just wanted to say that I had a great time working with you,” he said politely. “Maybe we could get together later?”
“Uh, I don’t know about that,” she said, trying to leave.
“Well, think about it. And, I’d love to work with you again.”
“We’ll see.”
Keisha walked out of the Stage and into the parking lot, then down the sidewalk. As she left, Don Juan looked at Steven.
“Think she’ll make it?” Don Juan asked.
“What the fuck do I care?” Steven responded, picking up a soda. He opened it and continued to watch Keisha leave.
“I’ll use her as long as I can and then find a new girl,” he said, sipping on the soda. “This is L.A., where there are thousands of girls wanting to get fucked for money.”
“Just call me when you find them, and I’ll be there to fuck them,” said Don Juan, laughing.
There were no limos to take her back home, and it was at least an hour bus ride back to Inglewood. But she had five thousand dollars in her pocket, so it was time to splurge for a cab. She flagged one down and collapsed in the backseat.
“Inglewood,” she ordered to the cabbie.
“That’s a sixty-dollar fare,” he said.
“Did I stutter?” she asked. “Take me to fucking Inglewood.”
The cabbie turned around, hit his meter, and started driving to Inglewood. Keisha stared out of the taxi window, seeing nothing.
When Keisha arrived at Patra’s apartment, Patra was out. Keisha dumped her duffle bag, purse, and white envelope full of Steven’s money on the couch, then dragged herself to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and let the steam rise before she got in. As the water hit her, she took her loofah and started scrubbing. As she scrubbed, tears ran down her face as she scrubbed harder and harder, trying to scrub
away the smell of porn, the feelings of porn, and the emotions of porn.
“Keisha, are you okay? I’ve been knocking on the door for at least five minutes.”
“Yeah, I’m okay,” she said. “I’ll be out in just a minute.”
Keisha turned off the shower and stood there for a second, trying to catch her breath and her thoughts. She toweled herself off and put on her robe. Patra was sitting on the couch when Keisha walked into the living room.
“Damn, girl. You had to be in that shower for at least thirty minutes,” Patra said as she munched on a cookie.
“How long have you been here?”
“At least forty-five minutes,” she said. “So how was the shoot?”
“Fine,” Keisha said, averting her eyes.
“Wait a second,” Patra said, sitting up. “You just spent about six hours getting fucked on camera, and all you can say is fine? What was it like? Who did you fuck?”
Keisha stood there expressionless, half listening to Patra’s questions. “Look, if you don’t mind, I don’t feel like talking about it. I barely had time to sleep last night, and that shit was hella fucking tiring. I’ll tell you about it later.”
“Cool,” Patra said, backing off. “No problem. I’ll go in my room and let you get some sleep.”
Patra rose and started to leave.
“By the way, I’ll be up and out of here next week,” Keisha said. “I found an apartment near UCLA, and they said I can move in next Saturday. School starts tomorrow, and I need to get my mind set up for that.”
“Congrats,” Patra said. “You know that you can stay a little longer if you want to. When I said that I wanted my space, I didn’t mean that you had to leave right away.”
“Nah, you’ve been great,” Keisha said. “But I’ve got to move on.”
“Well, it’s been great having you.” Patra smiled.
“And I appreciate everything you’ve done to help me. I needed a place to stay, and you came through.”
Patra walked over and hugged Keisha. “Get some rest, girl.” She then walked into her bedroom, leaving Keisha alone. Keisha lay down on the couch and rested her head on her pillow. She didn’t wake up for eight hours.
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