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THE PORNOGRAPHER
He looked across the motel room at the clock on the
bedside table. It was now 8:30. She was supposed to arrive an hour and
a half ago.
"Well, I guess it's certain now. Another no show," he
thought to himself.
He took the video camera off the tripod and began folding
the stand up. It happened all too often unfortunately. The business
of making porn unfortunately meant dealing with flaky women. They generally
get into the business for the money. There were those also after fame
who were a bit more reliable and professional, but a sizeable percentage
turn to it only because they are in desperate need of cash. And people
like that generally are screw-ups to begin with. That they are young -
usually early 20s - only added to their unreliability.
Unfortunately, since he could not afford to pay that
much - $150 an hour for a woman to masturbate on camera for him - he generally
got a higher number of those. He'd only been doing this for three months
and this women would have been only the sixth he'd filmed.
The motel room set him back $60. He had been driving
down the California coast and stopped in this small town because the woman had answered
his ad and he was going to be passing through anyway. He turned on the TV.
He could drive back to Los Angeles but he figured he mind as well make
himself comfortable for the night. He made one more stop at his laptop
before he kicked back on the bed. He looked at Tyler, the model he was
to meet tomorrow. She'd done a few nude shoots already but the photos
in her portfolio were mostly partially clothed. She was 5'3", 105, lanky
for her height in that she had skinny arms and legs but breasts that added
some curve to her, long straight auburn hair, really sensual full lips
but shy eyes. Cute in a quiet way, not the overly glamorous look LA models
usually have. She described herself as an aspiring fashion model but he
knew that for someone her height, she probably did not make that cut.
All the better for his line of work, he thought, because in the world
of pornography, no one cares about height.
"I hope she shows up," he mumbled to himself.
* * * * * * * *
He waited outside his studio for her. It was a small
space so he often preferred to break the ice first outdoors, in a neutral
site so to speak, and then go inside together. He greeted her in the parking
lot when her car drove up. He could sense some nervousness in her but
nothing unusual considering the situation. Her energy could easily be
mistaken as excitement too. She had a easy smile and looked a little like
the average quirky girl next door. She did not differ much from her photo,
a little paler maybe.
She gave him a quick hug.
"Wow, you look great," he told her. "As I said on the
phone, I'm pretty easy to be with so just relax and have fun. I have a
few ideas but it's your show really."
"I've done a boy-girl and a girl-girl," she said. "This
is my first masturbation video." "I'm sure you have plenty of experience,"
he said, flashing back a quick smile.
He led her over to a picnic table in the yard and pulled
out the model release he had folded in his back pocket a few minutes earlier.
She brought the necessary ID he requested and he took a quick photo of her with her driver's license.
"I'm trying to raise money to fly to visit my father
in Miami," she said, speaking a little too loud for a second. "I'm trying
to sell some things. I'm asking everyone I know. Do you want to see the
list?"
"Sure," he replied, somewhat disinterested. "I'm not
sure I need anything right now."
He looked at the list. There were mostly $5 items
which altogether only totaled $100, which to her obviously was a lot of money.
She had dug pretty deep to find things to put on it. One of the items
on the list was a teddy bear. He felt crushed for a second.
"It's so sad to see a girl selling her teddy bear."
"It's okay. My ex-boyfriend gave it to me. He was a
jerk."
He nodded. He felt bad enough for her that for a second
he thought of buying the whole list but it read like what a kleptomaniac
gas station clerk would have at home. Owning five more decks of cards
and a handful of shot glasses didn't much appeal to him. And he was still
out from the motel room the day before.
"I'll probably pass for now," he told her, handing it
back. "But I'll think about it."
Once inside the studio, he told her she should start
with her t-shirt and panties on and under the sheet. He wanted her to
pretend to wake up and somehow nonchalantly make sure the sheet came off
her at some point.
She had bright purple panties underneath, they had a
white waistband and one small white flower off of the center of her triangle.
They were cloth, not a g-string. The t-shirt she had brought was a pink
tank top. She climbed onto the bed and slipped under the sheet. As she
did, he noticed a natural girlish-ness about her. Her legs were skinny
and made her almost look geeky for a second and she seemed not the slightest
bit self-conscious. She was completely comfortable being nude. And he
felt at ease with her already.
He went to the bed and touched her arm. "Go very slow.
No rush," he told her. He moved back to the tripod. As soon as he started
the camera, he smiled and nodded.
She pretended to wake and stretched, lifting her arms
straight above her head. She half sat up, making it easy for her to let
the sheet slip down to reveal her panties. She ran her hands through her
hair for a few seconds, a very feminine touch, he thought. She then paused
for a second, sitting still, half-staring into space as if to think where
she should start. Then with a quick movement, she pulled her shirt above
her breasts and started with her nipples. They were not fully round breasts,
more supple, but large enough to bounce on her small frame. As she toyed
with her nipples, he felt as if the room had suddenly gone quiet, not
that there had been any noise in the seconds before.
Her hands soon shifted to her panties. She stuck both
inside the waistband and began to toy with herself. After a minute or
so, almost as if saying to herself "these are just in the way," she pulled
them down. She did not try to be graceful about it or tease the camera.
Once again the natural gawkiness made her more endearing.
She had a small patch of trimmed pubic hair above her
slit but
otherwise was shaved. She touched herself, pulling her lips wide for a
moment and, as she did, her eyes looked at the camera for a quick second
though he had told her to mostly ignore its presence.
As he watched her, he liked her hands. They were small,
her fingers short but they fit her overall look - simple girl from the
neighborhood, a friend's sister maybe. And her fingers had a nice rhythm
to them.
She reached over for the vibrator, a seven-inch
replica of a cock, except for the pink color, and lay fully on her back
before inserting it. For the next ten minutes or so, she alternated
between her fingers and the vibrator. He had to tell her once to spread
her legs wider but otherwise in a soft, quiet, intimate way she put on a very good
show. Her breathing grew noticeably tighter at times and she moaned.
"It's okay to moan louder," he told her in a soft voice.
She did a couple of times and in doing so seemed to
turn herself on even more.
When she came it seemed real, subdued enough and she
had that slightly flushed embarrassed look afterward.
He got her a glass of water. She had that dazed, post-orgasm look to her as he handed
it to her.
"That was great. You are really beautiful," he told
her.
"That was fun," she said with a wide smile.
"I need a couple of other shots too."
"Okay," she bounced back, as if without a care in the
world though her movements were slower now.
First, he had her lay naked on her stomach and filmed
her from behind pretending to sleep. She had a small but cute butt and
he wanted a long shot of it.
Then, he had her stand up and put one leg up on a kitchen
chair. He got on the floor and shot her from below. He had her spread
herself open so he could capture her pussy in the foreground and her face,
with her long hair hanging down, in the background. She looked amused.
"Can you talk for me," he asked her.
She hesitated.
"What do you want me to say?"
"Ask the viewer to taste your pussy."
"Lick it for me," she said, in a tone of voice he had
not yet heard from her, and surprising him how good an actress she became
all of a sudden.
They were both laughing a little by now. He thanked
her as he turned the camera off. He walked across the room to put it down
on the dresser.
"Isn't this hard for you," she asked, "doing this without
having sex?"
The question jolted him a bit, even though it was the same
thing he was thinking himself. He was good looking enough to be on
camera. Ten years older than her,
6'0 and athletic. He got laid often enough anyway although there was no
such thing as too often encountering women like this. But he was the
type that got attached quickly. He had to draw the line somewhere
because he would not have been satisfied quickly enough to justify the
hourly expense. "I can't. Once I'd get going, I'd want to have sex with
you all night. Then I'd want to see you again. And after a week, I'd probably
fall in love with you. You'd break my heart."
He was only half joking. She had that heartthrob quality
and he would fall for her. She was sweet and innocent but a troubled damsel
in distress. And so easy about her nudity.
She gave off a girlish giggle. She had collected her
clothes in front of her but thus far had only put her panties back on.
She did not seem in a hurry to cover her breasts.
He wondered whether she paused on purpose. Was she used
to guys finding her irresistible? A guy is supposed to make a pass at
an attractive woman and for a moment he felt impolite for not doing so.
Most women expected him to be professional but maybe she did not think
he was serious. He also wasn't sure if money was to be involved. She didn't
make any comment as to that. And he did not want to ask her just in case
he would have to turn her down.
He came to the conclusion she probably wasn't any more
sure where the moment was going than he was. So he tried to make her feel
stunning, which was not hard.
"You are gorgeous," he said. "I would totally fall for
you."
"Let me know if you have more work," she said. "I'm
trying to raise some money by the end of the month and I'm need more modeling
experience."
He paid her while she was still putting her clothes
on, laying the cash on the table next to her. As she was leaving, he stopped her.
"Hold on," he said, as he opened his top dresser drawer.
He gave her another $20 bill.
"Keep the teddy bear."
After she left, the room seemed dull. It was not going
to be an easy night. In a way, he was right back where he started the
night before. He went into the bathroom and turned the shower on, as cold
as he would be able to stand it.
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