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Copyright 1996 James Dawson.  ALL rights reserved!

Comments: WARNING! This story contains strong themes of coercion
and forced sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction
and sexual fantasy for ADULTS only!

Story Codes: M+F/coercion/exploitation/groping/spanking/facial 


The Reluctant Starlet

by James Dawson 


    He could tell she was nervous as soon as she walked into the
room. Some were more so than others, but this one was really
nervous. Her eyes were big and she was obviously intimidated by
the elegant surroundings as she stepped forward tentatively. Her
gaze followed the heavy red velvet curtains and large paintings
of foreboding looking aristocratic faces. She'd never seen luxury
like this before. She was perfect.

    Jack could tell she had never seen much. She looked to be
about 5' 7 or 5' 8, just slightly on the meaty side, but still
slim in the middle. Her hips looked full and most importantly,
she had a large bust. She’d said in her letter that she was
38DD, and Jack was relieved to see she seemed to be telling the
truth. She was wearing a powder blue wrap-around dress that
looked like something you would have seen in an American disco in
the seventies. It had a tie attached to one of the sides which
went around her body again and tied at the side, creating a
modest slit up one thigh. Her hair was thick and a bit frizzy and
appeared to have been bleached blonde.  It was also about
shoulder length. He smiled to himself. Along with her white
tights and white high heels, she looked like she just stepped out
of an old "American Bandstand" show.

    Her face was angelic, and like the rest of her it was
slightly round. She had nice high cheekbones and a petite, narrow
nose. Her mouth was round and the tip of a pink tongue darted
nervously over full lips which were painted bright red. Giant
crystal blue eyes stared apprehensively out from underneath long,
thick lashes. She stood nervously holding her purse in front of
her. Jack walked towards her and introduced himself. She shyly
reached her hand up to take his. He noticed the red polish on her
nails was worn and chipped. He could tell she didn't have much
money. He walked her into the room and offered her a seat at one
end of the plush red couch that was in the center of of the
elegant foyer. 
    Jack had been in Moscow for two weeks before he’d
actually started seeing women. He had put several casting ads in
local papers requesting photos and resumes and, as usual, it had
taken him a while to sort out the potential winners from the
multitude of losers. Casting for a film brought them in every
city, but here in Moscow there were more than most.  He had taken
a suite at one of the most opulent hotels in the city, and it was
from here that he was doing his final casting. The suite had
three impressive rooms, a bedroom and bathroom in addition, and
like the foyer where they were currently sitting, all were done
in Georgian style which made Jack feel as though he should be
wearing a white powdered wig. He knew how impressive it was,
especially with all of the video and photography gear set up at
the far end of the long room. And that was important.

    Natasha Zvegintzov was clearly impressed - as he knew she
would be. Though she had nothing but a crude snapshot to send in,
Jack had seen her potential right away. Her face had that sad,
almost pained look of innocence that he - and more importantly
his clients - were always looking for.  Her big blue "Bambi" eyes
appeared as though they were always on the verge of tears. 
Combined with her full rose bud mouth and buxom figure, she was
perfect. He could already count the money. He wondered how old
she was. She was certainly nowhere near twenty-one as she said
she was.  Instead she looked more like seventeen or eighteen. But
it didn't matter to him.  If things went as planned, they'd both
be far away soon and it wouldn't matter.

    He began by making initial small talk with her, and found her
English was not bad. More importantly, she seemed to understand
him. She sat primly with her knees drawn together and the toes of
her white high-heeled shoes pointing slightly toward each other
like a schoolgirl while he asked her several questions about her
experience in film to which she honestly, but very nervously,
replied that she had none. Her every word seemed tentative, and
her voice was so soft and quiet, that several times he had to ask
her to repeat herself. She’d acted in school, she said, but
that was about it. Jack shook his head slightly at this and
watched as her hands grip her handbag nervously, hoping that this
had not blown her chance. He let her twist for a moment. He
wanted to see how badly she wanted to be in films and get out of
Moscow. He could almost see her nervous little heart pounding
underneath her dress. She was perfect.

    He began to explain the film to her. It was going to be a
thriller about a young Russian woman who, while on holiday
abroad, meets an American spy and gets mixed up in international
espionage. It was going to be a James Bond type film, he said,
and would be shot on location in Mexico. Though her part would be
a major role, it didn't matter too much about her English as they
were specifically looking for new fresh face with a strong
Russian accent for this part.  If she "got it," he told her, she
would also have a language coach on the set. He told her that she
looked exactly like just what they wanted.  Did she feel up to
it? Did she feel she could act and take direction? She nodded
enthusiastically without hesitation. He watched as her eyes
widened with excitement. Had she ever been to Mexico, he asked.
She gently shook her head "no." Did she have a passport?  Yes,
that she did have. Good...

   "Great." He said. "Now we need you to read the script in front
of the video camera so that we can see how you look and sound on
film. Can you do that?"

    She looked towards the three video cameras set up at the
other end of the room. They all pointed to a single stool at the
end of the room. Jack could see the anxiety.

   "Yes." she said softly.

   "The most important thing for a new actress' first audition
tape is showing that she can take direction." He said.

    She looked back apprehensively towards the stool set up in
front of the video cameras with the lights shining down on it. 
Then she looked back at him and nodded yes. He could see her
nerves playing havoc with her. As he leaned forward, she
instinctively looked down at the floor.

   "You really are very close to what we're seeking." He smiled.
"Maybe a new star is going to be born."

    She smiled back at him nervously. He could see the mix of
hope...and nerves.

   "To show my good faith, that we are really serious," He
continued, "We like to make it worth our people's while coming."

    He pulled out a wad of money.

   "We usually write a check to those whom he feel most strongly
about, but with currency hassles, would it be okay to just give
you cash." She stared at the money. She didn't have much, he
could tell. He peeled off the equivalent of $500. He told her
that it was standard procedure and tossed it on the table. She
looked at it, unsure whether to pick it up.  She didn't.

    Jack got up from the couch and walked over to the desk.  He
picked up a script and walked back towards her.  Now could she
read a bit for him?  She looked nervously at it as he handed it
to her.

   "Let's have you to come over here so we can tape it." He said
- motioning across the room.

    She took a deep breath and got to her feet.  She walked
across to the area where everything was set up.  She turned
around and seated herself on the stool. She looked nervously at
the lights and camera lens staring at her as he turned the
cameras on.

   "Now don't be nervous." He said with a smile.

    She tried to give him a smile back.

   "Good...a nice smile." Said Jack. "Now open it to page
fifteen."

    She opened the script and thumbed her way to the page.

   "Now just read the part of Sasha. Don't worry about the other
parts. Just pause a second between each of your lines.  We'll add
another actor later to make a complete test."

    He adjusted one of the three the cameras pointing at her. 
Smiling to himself, he zoomed in on her big breasts as she
started to read her lines. She had a terrible time and became
instantly flustered.  She looked up at him piteously.

   "It's okay." He said with a warm smile.

    He walked over to her. 

   "Remember, we want a Russian speaker here.  To be quite
honest, your looks are really important here.  You seem like the
right girl for this. So just relax."

    She seemed to be slightly comforted and tried to settle down.
She started over. It was a little better this time. He let her
read for a few minutes and every time she ran into problems or
words she didn't understand, he helped her through them.

   "That's great." He said finally. "That gives us plenty to work
with."

    He walked towards her and reached for the script. He noticed
a dejected look on her innocent little face as she handed it back
to him. He took it and casually tossed it on the floor and them
took hold of the video camera and tripod and moved them back
about ten feet. She stayed on the stool with her hands folded in
her lap - not sure what to do next.

   "That really was great." He said. "I really feel good about
it."

    She looked up at him with a weak smile.  He took a couple of
steps foreword and tilted his head to one side as he looked at
her. He walked back to the camera.

   "Now since we don't have any pictures of you," He said, "I'll
need to get some full length shots."

    He moved behind the camera and looked down into theeyepiece.

   "Stand up, please."

    Natasha paused for a second.  Then she got up off the stool
and stood still nervously.

   "Go ahead and move the stool away."  He commanded.

    She picked it up and set it down about six feet to the left,
then she went back to her spot.

   "Okay now.  Why don't you turn yourself slowly around."

    Her big blue eyes suddenly seemed fraught with nerves.  Her
little pink tongue peeked out from between her red lips.

   "It's okay.  Just slowly spin yourself around so I can get a
good view of you from all sides."

    With her hands clasped tightly in front of her, Natasha
slowly began to turn herself around.

   "Hold it a second." Said Jack as she had her back to the
camera.

    He wanted to get a nice long panning shot from her shoes and
up the back of her legs. Then up her back. He slowly moved the
camera up and then back down again.

   "Okay continue."

    She resumed her motion - slowly turning until she was once
again facing the camera. Her eyes went down to the floor. She was
visibly filled with anxiety at the direction this was going.

   "That's great." He said.

    He watched her for a moment fidgeting with her hands.

   "Now..." He continued as he walked towards her.

    She looked up at him for a second, and then looked backdown.

   "We will be filming on the beach in Mexico quite a bit, so you
will be required to wear a bikini."

    He saw her squeeze her hands together.

   "So naturally we'll need to see what you'd look like."

    Though she was still looking at the floor, he saw her face
turn red with embarrassment.

   "So why don't you slip off your dress please."

    She didn't move for a second. Her face seemed to burn. She
raised a hand to cover her mouth.

   "Anything wrong?" Asked Jack.

    She was the perfect picture of innocence.

   "Ah...ah...." She stammered - not sure what to say.

   "We just need to see that's all. It's standard."

    He looked at her for a moment.  She suddenly looked on the
verge of tears and stared back down at the floor.

   "We also need to know that you can follow directions." He said
- his voice slightly more serious.

    The big blue eyes looked up at him - suddenly alarmed. Just
as quickly they looked back down.

   "Yes...okay."  She said softly.

    Slowly, she moved her hand down away from her mouth to her
side - letting it fall to the knot that held her dress together.

   "That's a girl." He said.

    He stepped back to watch as her hands began to fidget with
the knot.  They seemed stiff and she seemed to have trouble.  He
watched her for a moment.

   "Here..." He said walking towards her. "Let me help you."

    She didn't look up at him as he walked up to her.  He reached
out and took her hands - which went limp in his - and he pulled
them away from the knot. She passively let him move both her arms
around behind her. He could see her big breasts heaving with her
nervous breathing. He tried to control his own as he began to
work on the knot.  Just as he got it loose and began to unravel
it, she suddenly burst into tears.  She pulled both hands up to
cover her face and began to cry into them.

   "I....I...I'm sorry." She said from behind her hands.

    His chest pounded as he pulled the two ties apart. The slack
made her dress open a bit.  He could see her white slip
underneath.

   "That's okay."  He said softly.

    He held the two ties but did not move. She let out a sob.

   "I've just....I've never...I mean..." She said between sobs.

    She looked back up at him with her big blue eyes - and then
pulled her left elbow away so as not to interfere with his
progress.

   "That's all right." He repeated.

    He reached up and stroked her hair.  She was so innocent.

   "This line of business is not for everyone." He said.

    She pulled her hands down, and looked up at him. Two tears
were running down her cheeks.  More were welled up.

   "No." She said. "I'm sorry...I'll be okay."

   "Are you sure?" He asked knowing full well the answer.

   "Y...y...yes."

   "Okay." He replied - still holding the two ties.

   "Now put your hands down."

    She closed her eyes and slowly lowered her arms.  They hung
loosely at her sides. His eyes traveled across her angelic face,
down her smooth neck, to the top of her chest and the hint of
cleavage at the top of her dress. He slowly began pulling the two
halves of her dress apart.  He felt her breath quicken as he
exposed her slip underneath.  It was white, and ran down below
the tops of her thighs. He could see the tops of her big breasts
- which looked full and firm. He pulled it all the way open and
let the two sides hang open uselessly.  Her chest heaved as he
stared at her for a second.  Then he walked around behind her so
that the cameras would get an unobstructed view.  He could smell
her freshly washed hair as he reached around from behind and took
hold of the the two sides of her dress and drew them back over
her shoulders.  Slowly he slid the material down her arms and
off.

    She didn't move.

    He drew back away from her and walked over to a nearby chair
and draped her dress over it. He looked back over at her. 
Standing in her slip with a bra and panties underneath, she made
a perfect picture of submissive femininity. He walked back to the
same place and stood right behind her.  His own heart was
pounding in his chest. He gently placed his hands on her
shoulders.

   "The slip will need to come off too." He said almost in a
whisper.

    He slid his fingers under the shoulder straps of her slip and
lifted them up. He pulled them over her shoulders and she stood
still as he lowered the material down over her big breasts and
pushed it down over her hips - which were covered by her white
tights. 

    He let the slip drop.  It fell into a little pile at her
feet. He walked around in front of her to drink in the sight. 
She looked at him - her big, blue tear filled eyes conveyed her
agony.  She slowly, instinctively, moved her left hand in front
of the space between her legs. Her right arm came up across her
breasts - making them bulge up high on her chest. She was truly
magnificent.  Though her bra was thick and not fancy, he could
tell they housed wonderful breasts.  While she was not a skinny
girl by any means, her stomach was smooth and lean.  He walked
back up and stood to her right side.

   "Please lower your arms, Natasha." He said. "They need to see
your figure."

    She blinked her eyes closed, and fresh tears popped out and
rolled down her cheeks. It was the Cword "THEY" that got her. She
had no idea who would be watching this. She slowly lowered her
arms and let them hang at her sides.

   "Why don't you hold them behind you." He said.

    She looked at him for a second, and then back down at the
floor. She slowly pulled her hands back behind her. Her big tits
stuck out rudely in front of her.

   "I'm sorry..." she repeated.

   "I just..." she bowed her head. "I...I've never done anything
like this before..."

   "That's okay." Said Jack. "You're doing just fine. I know it's
hard."

    She let out a little sniffle.

   "You're cooperating and taking direction nicely." He added.
"And that's important."

    Once again, he scanned her ripe body.  He fought the urge to
reach out and rip the rest of her clothes off and throw her down
to the floor.  He took a deep breath.

   "Now there's just one thing." He said.

    She looked up at him.  She bit down on her full red lower
lip.

   "To be fair..." He continued, "White adds on a lot of weight
on video."

    Her big eyes blinked. She looked down at herself and then
back up at him.

   "I really think we ought to have those tights off as well."

    She just blinked again and slowly lowered her head.

   "It will look much better...just like a swimsuit."  He said.

   "Oh...okay..." she whispered, "if you think...." Her voice
trailed off.

   "Yeah.  It will look much better." he said.

    He walked back up to her and bent down on one knee.  He found
himself face to face with her crotch.  He could see the outline
of her panties beneath the tights.

   "Now..." He said, "Let's slip your shoes off."

    He took hold of her left foot and lifted it up.  Natasha
reached down with one hand and steadied herself on his shoulder.
He slipped off one, and then the other. Then he set them down to
the side.  Still down on a knee, he straightened up. She
dutifully returned her hands behind her back.  He reached up and
slid his fingers into the waistband of her tights.  He eased the
elastic away from her skin and began to lower it. He pulled the
material down - careful not to pull on her panties as well.  He
could see the slight indentation in the skin above her waist
where the elastic had been.  He pulled them down over her hips
and started down her thighs.  He noticed that her skin had slight
goosebumps.  He got them down to her knees and then used both
hands to push them down each calf. Again she reached down to
steady herself on him as he pulled them off of her feet.

   "Let's put your shoes back on." He said.

    He lifted her feet and replaced her white high heels and then
stood back up and stepped back.  His eyes ran up and down her
body - now clad only in her bra and panties.  It was fabulous. 
Her tits were huge and jutting, while her stomach and waist were
slender.  She was perfect. 

    He went back to the video camera.  Once again, he had her
slowly turn herself around - showing him all sides of her lush
body.  He waited for his first glimpse of her ass. 

    He was not disappointed.

    As she turned around, he saw full, round, yet pert cheeks. 
They stood out beautifully.  Once she had turned all the way
around again, he had her lean forward and put a hand on her knee
- causing her cleavage to heave forward. He had her pose in
several different "cheesecake" positions (as he told her she
would be in if she was modeling swimwear).  She did her best to
cover her acute embarrassment.

   "Okay." He said still looking at her. "I think we can kill two
birds with one stone."

    She looked at him quizzically and he explained the term.

   "I'm a little worried..." He continued, "About how the white
is going to look on camera.  And since you don't have any other
video, I've got an outfit in the other room - one that's going to
be used in the film anyway so we already have it in yoursize..."

    She looked at him blankly, waiting.

   "It's a pretty lingerie outfit...so why don't you go into the
bedroom and put it on and we'll get some good video of you." He
smiled at her. "It's quite sexy...but then sexy never hurt an
actress now did it."

    She looked down at the floor again and fidgeted with her
hands.

   "Oh...okay..." she replied softly.

   "Great. Let me show you where...

    Jack's eyes almost bugged out of his head when she walked
out. She was even more incredible than he had imagined.  His
prick literally lunged in his pants. He could see her tits
through the lingerie....they were unbelievable. If he didn't know
better he'd have thought they were fake.

   "You look great." He said.

    Natasha's face was bright red and she slowly pulled her hand
up to cover her breasts under his heated gaze.  She stood still -
awkwardly waiting.

   "Let's go over here." He said motioning to a cabinet against
the wall in front of an ornate screen divider.

    The cabinet had a mirror built onto the top with a white lace
cover on it. It seemed to match the lingerie.

   "Here...why don't you sit up on the edge."

    Natasha moved over to the cabinet and turned around to face
him. Jack tried not to stare...but couldn't help it.

   "You look really sexy." He said with a weak smile.

    She knew what she looked like and her eyes welled up.  Jack
focused the video camera and then reached for a standard one
which was sitting in waiting.

   "Let me get some stills too..." He said.

    He moved around her and took several shots.  He then found a
chair and pulled it up to the side of the cabinet.

   "Here...have a seat here..."

    She lifted herself off of the edge of the cabinet and moved
over to the chair - lowering herself into it as though her
clothes were made of paper and she was afraid of ripping them. 
Jack got several more shots and then walked back up to her.  He
looked down at her lovely face, and his eyes traveled down her
neck to her full cleavage.  He stared at her big tits. She looked
away so as not to acknowledge his stare.

   "You know, producers are always worried about things going
wrong." he said.

    She didn't move.  She stared at the ground.

   "And...well..." He continued. "As you may have heard, there
has been a lot of problems with breast implants recently..." 
    He watched her chest as her breathing suddenly sped up.  Her
tits seemed to be straining against the lace of her top.

   "...and, well, so girls with large chests are always a little
suspect..."

    He could see her face going bright red with embarrassment.

   "...so, we need to show them that..."   
    He put his hand on her shoulder.

   "...I know it's hard, but we just need to show them that you
haven't had any surgery or anything."

    His heart pounded as he watched her chest rise.

   "Please..." she said finally - still staring down. "I
haven't..."

   "I know."  He replied - barely able to contain himself.

    The hand touching the skin of her shoulder seemed almost to
be creating an electric current.

   "They just need to see that there are no scars..."

    His other hand reached up for the other shoulder.  Her arms
came up defensively and then stopped short.  She slowly pulled
them together - hugging herself just below her bust.  A sudden
knocking on the door made them both jump. Jack turned slowly and
walked to the door and opened it.

   "Ah, it's room service." He said. "Come in."

    Natasha looked up and her stomach lurched.  She recognized
the hotel employee who had come into the room.  He was not one of
the regular room service crew, though he too was dressed in a
fine red tunic with gold epaulets.  He was much older and rougher
looking than the rest of the men in the hotel. She had seen him
carrying bags on the street.  Or, to be more accurate, he had
seen her. And his leering stare had made her shiver.  Her arms
flew up to cover herself.

    The man's eyes nearly exploded when he saw Natasha sitting
there. He carried a tray, and almost dropped it as he was frozen
in his steps.  She looked away in total embarrassment - debating
on running from the room.

   "Right over there." Said Jack pointing to the coffee table. 

    He wondered if the guy would make it without losing it.

    The hotel employee managed to set the tray down on the coffee
table in front of the couch.  There was a small coffee pot, cups
and a selection of pastries.

   "Photographer?" He asked with a heavy accent - clearly looking
to find a reason to stay.

    He looked back over at the stricken girl.

   "Very pretty." He said.

   "Yes she is." Said Jack turning to look also.

    The two men both stared for a moment.

   "She's going to be a famous actress." Said Jack with a smile.

   "Actress?" The man replied with a smile.

    His face was now flushed. He looked back at her.

   "Yes...very pretty."

   "Yes she is indeed."  Said Jack.

    He turned and faced the man.

   "Well, thank you."

    He looked back at Jack and realized it was time to go.  His
face showed his disappointment.  He took one last look and then
turned towards the door.

   "I'm sure you'll be seeing a lot more of her." Said Jack as
the man reached the door. 

    The porter looked back and managed a weak smile and left.

    Jack walked back to the table and poured out a cup ofcoffee.

   "Coffee?" He asked her.

    She shook her head no. 

    He took a sip of his and then walked back up to her.  She
remained sitting with her arms over herself defensively.  The
terrible tension of a few minutes before returned with a
vengeance.

   "Where were we?" He asked with a smile.

    It was a retorical question of course.

    Natasha didn't respond.  She just sat covering herself like a
boxer against the ropes.

   "Come on now...." He said gently. "Take your arms down."

   "P...please...is this really necessary?" Her blue eyes stared
up at him - pleading with him not to strip her.

   "Yes." he replied softly. "I'm afraid it is...we also need to
know that you are going to be able to follow instructions."

    She let out a little sound and then slowly lowered her arms -
exposing her big tits under the thin lingerie to the man standing
over her as well as the video camera.

   "Now...just fold your arms underneath them..."

    She slowly complied, framing her magnificent tits with her
arms. He gently slid his fingers underneath the spaghetti-thin
shoulderstraps and lifted them away from her skin.

   "It's okay." He said - almost choking with tension himself as
he lifted the straps up away from her skin and pulled them over
her shoulders.

   "We have to see...it's standard procedure."

    He pulled the straps all the way down setting her big tits
free. He felt air rush into his lungs as he gazed down at them. 
His head become light as he stared at their magnificence.  Her
nipples were big and pink and centered perfectly on the balloon
sized breasts.  He looked back up at her and saw tears had again
welled up in her eyes.  He quickly reached for his camera and
began shooting. She looked down at the floor, and a single tear
rolled out and fell down her nose.

    He made sure to get a close up.

   "Okay...." He said.

   "Now go ahead and pull your arms out of the straps...and let's
have you turn and face this way." he continued as he moved to her
right.

    Natasha slowly pulled her arms out of the straps...and tried
to pull the garment up to cover her breasts.

   "No." Said Jack. "Take it back down."

    She looked up at him through teary eyes. Things were starting
to get out of her control and she was getting scared. Jack
noticed her fear and stepped up to her and kneeled down.

   "Natasha...I know this is really hard stuff to do when it's
your first time." He smiled. "But you have to think about
this...we're talking about a multi-million-dollar film here."

    She blinked a few times as he spoke, but was listening.

   "Now if you were the producers..." He continued. "you want to
know that you are hiring people...hiring them for lots of
money...that you can work with and who take direction without
hassle."

    She stared at him and then looked down at the floor.

   "Now taking your clothes off in front of the camera is never
easy, and we don't have any sex scenes in the film....that's not
what we're looking for..." He said. "but we do need to see what
your body looks like...and we need to know you can take difficult
direction without complaining."

    She closed her eyes and then nodded gently.

   "When you're a big star," He continued. "you'll look back at
this and laugh."

    She looked up at him and managed a weak smile as he stood
back up and retook his position.

   "Now...take the top down..."

    She slowly pushed the material down - once again exposing her
magnificent breasts.

   "See?" Said Jack barely above a whisper. "It's not so hard."

    She didn't respond, but her blushes grew deeper as she saw
him raise his camera again.  He snapped several shots.

   "Great...now put your right foot up on the cabinet."

    Her eyes conveyed the shame and humiliation she was
suffering. She hesitated, considering the lewd position that
would put her in....but then slowly complied - raising her leg.

    Suddenly Jack just stopped and walked back up to her.

   "Natasha," He said, "You know I just don't think this is going
to work."

    Her eyes widened as she looked up at him.

   "Quite frankly, I'm tired of fighting with you here.  You
obviously don't want to be here."

   "Please..." she said suddenly. "I...I'm sorry...I just..."

    Her hands came up to cover her breasts.

   "Yeah, whatever," He replied curtly. "Just go ahead and put
your things back on."

    He turned and walked back to the to the other room and sat
down on the couch and picked up his coffee.  As awkward as she
had been feeling, the sudden loss of this prospect panicked
Natasha.

   "Please..." she repeated.

    She stood up and followed him.  She saw him on the couch and
approached him. He had picked up the phone.

   "Please...I'll do what you want..." she said.

   "This is Jack." He said into the phone. "Reschedule those
other two girls will you...yeah...this afternoon...let's say at
1:00 and at 3:30."

    He put the phone down and then looked up at her.  She stood
piteously before him holding her top up over her breasts...in
stark contrast to how revealing the lingerie was.

   "Look, no hard feelings all right?" He said to her. "But I
just can't be wasting time...I just don't see this working."

   "I know..." she said. "I'm sorry...I won't waste any more
time..."

    Her voice sounded desperate. "I promise."

   "Look, there are thousands of girls in this country who would
love this part...let alone the money!" He said leaning forward
and staring up at her. "And half of them would fuck a goddamn
horse on video to get this part."

    She visibly flinched at his crude remark. "Now I'm sorry, but
we need people who do what they're told when they're
told...PERIOD!"

   "I WILL," she said. "I WILL..."

    She suddenly looked down at the floor and wrung her hands in
front of her. Her sudden desperation surprised both of them.

   "I...I'll do anything you say..." she said softly.

    He stared at her for a moment and then leaned back on the
couch. His eyes went up and down her body as she stood before
him.  She looked down at the floor again and took his silent cue.
She reached up and pulled her top down - once again baring her
big breasts.  Then she lowered her arms and stood like a
sacrificial lamb.

   "P...please give me another chance..."

    Jack fought to control himself.

   "Well, I'll tell you what." He said. "I'm going to see two
other actresses this afternoon."

    He looked her in the eye.

   "Why don't you keep that outfit on...and put your dress on
over it. Then you can come back here at 8:00 tonight.  If I
haven't cast the part, we can see if you're serious about showing
that you are are going to be cooperative."

    Her lower lip began to tremble and she looked as though she
might burst into tears.

   "I'm not promising anything." He continued "But you think
about it. That's the best I'll do."

    He then turned and picked up the phone again.  Natasha slowly
turned and left the room. 
    If Natasha had looked nervous the first time she'd entered
the elegant suite, this time she was twice so.  She waled in
slowly, as though she were making her way through a forest and
not sure which way to go.  She looked wonderful and had obviously
redone her make-up.

   "Well," Said Jack with a smile as he greeted her. "You're
back." 
    She smiled nervously.

   "Yes."

    Her face showed sudden surprise at seeing another man in the
room.  He was much older and very over-weight and did not seem to
fit the beautiful surroundings.  He looked seedy, like her
landlord.  Jack introduced him as Bud Carlisle.  He was, Jack
told her, a top notch camera man and valuable part of the
production team.  She gave him a nervous smile.  Bud smiled back
and then moved into the other room.

   "Well, no formal decision has been made yet." Said Jack.

    Her eyes closed briefly in visible relief.  She opened them
again and studied him earnestly.

   "Are you sure you're willing to do the hard work it takes to
make a film?"

   "Yes." she said.

    Jack tilted his head slightly and looked at her.

   "Well you are a pretty girl." He said. "And if you're
determined to put up with the long hours and difficult shooting
situations...and learn to take direction...you could have a
career for yourself."

    He smiled at her again.

   "If you get the part, we'll be shooting in Mexico for at least
two months - maybe longer." He said taking a more formal tone.
"Are you sure you're available?"

    She nodded yes enthusiastically.

   "I say 'longer'," He continued, "because sometimes delays are
inevitable. We will also need to get you a full wardrobe..."

    He smiled.

   "Which, of course, you will get to keep."

    He saw her eyes light up even brighter.

   "Great." He said. "There are also a couple of formalities as
far as travel goes."

    He paused.

   "You will, of course, have to submit to a physical
examination."

    Her big eyes stared at him.

   "It's for insurance reasons." He continued. "But don't worry.
We have our own people." He smiled.

    She just blinked at him. He could tell she was trying not to
react unfavorably.

   "Do you have any questions?"

    She gently shook her head.

   "Great." He said. "Now there is just one thing left."

    Natasha looked up at him and then took a step foreword.

   "I'll do whatever you ask..." she said softly.

    She looked down for a second and then closed her eyes.  She
leaned her face forward slightly and opened her rosebud mouth
slightly in an invitation for him to kiss her. She was
surrendering herself totally.

    Jack had to fight in impulse to crush her mouth with his.

   "Good." He replied instead. "Here's what we're going to do."

    She opened her eyes and blushed at his rebuff. She felt
embarrassed and it showed.

   "I want you to show us that you can do what you're told." He
continued. "We're going to pick up where we left off this
morning. I want you to take your dress off and pull your lingerie
down so that we can see your breasts."

    She closed her eyes for a second and then nodded.

   "And then I want you to take everything off...I want you to
pose completely naked for some sexy pictures."

    Natasha's head lowered slightly as the weight of his words
sank in.

   "Do you understand?" He said. "I've got two other pretty girls
ready to do whatever is asked of them.  So it's up to you."

    He looked down at her and his mind drifted for a second as to
what she was going to look like naked.

   "Y..yes..." she said without moving.

   "Yes what?" He asked commandingly.

   "Yes...I...I will do it..."

   "Good." He said. "So I guess let's pick up where we leftoff."

    He turned and walked right back into the main room to the
spot where she had been sitting before - on the chair next to the
cabinet.  She followed him into the room and her eyes darted to
Bud for a second and then back to Jack. Bud walked around behind
the cameras and began set them up. Jack picked up his camera and
looked back at her.

   "Here...in front of the chair."

    She moved to the chair and turned to face the room.

    Suddenly her shock was quadrupled. There, sitting in a chair
facing here was the hotel employee from earlier. He was sitting
very comfortably with a drink in his hand.  He leered at
her...obviously knowing what was coming.

   "You remember Gregor?" Asked Jack. "He was so disappointed
earlier..."

    Natasha rushed a hand to her mouth as she thought she might
be sick.  Her eyes darted from Jack to Gregor to the video
cameras she was now facing - which were now trained on her. Jack
could tell she was on the verge of tears. His eyes scanned her
ripe body.  She was so vulnerable standing there. The big blue
eyes stared at him - waiting.

   "It's certainly not easy being under the lights and cameras is
it?" Said Jack leaning his still camera against his shoulder as
he spoke.

    Natasha didn't know what to say, or even if she should say
anything.  She looked down at the floor in front of her.

   "We need to help you get over your shyness Natasha..." Said
Jack. "You need to learn to feel comfortable and natural."

    She stared at the floor.  Her heart was pounding.

   "So, to help you as an exercise...as an exercise in getting
over your shyness and getting comfortable in front of the camera
and a crew..." He continued.  "let's have you take EVERYTHING
off...in front of Gregor."

    The big blue eyes shot up in alarm.  They searched him in the
vain hope that her ears had heard wrong.  She could hardly
believe how horrible his words were.

    A few seconds past, and the atmosphere thickened as the three
men stared at her. Natasha stood dumbstruck and her face flushed
again as her eyes welled up.  She folded her hands in front of
her in obvious despair.  She didn't move for a second.

    The room became so tense it was like the air had been sucked
out of it.

   "Don't worry, no one will ever see this." Jack continued.
"It's just....for us."

    Her little pink tongue popped out and ran itself
unconsciously over her suddenly dry lips.  Gregor pulled a
handkerchief out of his tunic pocket and wiped it across his
suddenly sweating brow.  His eyes stared at her and his face was
bright red.

    Natasha looked over at hotel man, then darted her eyes back
to Jack.  They pleaded with him not to make her take her clothes
off in front of the leering older man. There was a moment of
thick silence.  All three men stared at her.

   "Come on Natasha." Said Jack.

    She closed her eyes for a second and then reached up and
undid the tie of her dress and slowly pulled it open to show the
lingerie.  Once again she found herself posing in it - only this
time with an audience.

    Jack stepped forward and held his hand out for the dress. 
She slid it down off of her shoulders and handed it to him. He
simply draped it over his shoulder and raised his camera and took
several shots.  Then he looked back at her.

    She knew what he expected.  She tried to avoid looking at
Gregor and reached up and took the lingerie straps from her
shoulders and pulled them down her arms. Her eyes welled up with
tears of shame as she then pushed the garment down - exposing her
big tits.  Her teary eyes darted from man to man as her face
flushed red.

   "Good." Said Jack snapping away. "Put your hands on top of
them and push them together..."

    She slowly raised her hands and pushed her big nude tits
together.  Jack kept the camera moving - recording the obscene
pose.

   "Great..." He said. "Now put your hands up behind your
head..."

    She slowly reached up - making her breasts rise up on her
chest.

   "Hummm...." He mused looking at the crudely displayed girl. 

    He walked up to her.

   "Hold still." He said.

    He reached out and gently pinched her big nipples making them
tighten up and stand out.

   "Great...now elbows back...really stick them out..."

    She leaned back farther as he pointed his camera down at her
incredible, heaving breasts.  He walked around getting multiple
angles.  He looked over at Bud to make sure he was getting it all
on video.  The cameraman's face was red with lust, but he gave
Jack a wink to let him know all was going to plan.

   "Okay." He said to the humiliated girl. "You're doing really
well."

    She responded by looking down at the floor.  Two big tears
rolled out of her eyes.

   "I'm sorry..." she said softly. 

    She reached up with her forefinger and gently brushed them
away. She looked up at Jack with more welling up.

    For a moment Jack's heart stood still.  He thought she might
give up.  But she didn't move to cover herself.  Instead, he
could see her visibly steeling herself. She wasn't going
anywhere.  He let her compose herself.

   "Okay..." He said. "Now turn around and give us the back
view."

    She slowly turned around - putting her ripe ass on display
like a piece of meat in a butcher shop.  It peeked out from under
her lingerie.  She looked back over her shoulder with tear
stained eyes.

    Bud took one of the video cameras off of the tripod and began
to walk around her as well. The staring eyes made her blush
return with a vengeance.  But she didn't move.  She let the two
cameramen move around and record her luscious body...and her
shame...forever.

   "I need some more film." Said Jack after a few moments. 

    He looked up at the humiliated girl standing with her
lingerie crudely pulled down to give three old men a lewd show.

   "You're doing much better." He said. "I think this is
working."

    She mustered a little smile that faded instantly.

   "Gregor..." Said Jack. "Why don't you pour us a round of
drinks while I reload."

    His voice jarred the old man out of his lusty stupor and he
quickly got up and went to the coffee table where there was a
tray of vodka and several glasses.  He looked back over at
Natasha.

   "Why don't you go ahead and slip that lingerie off." He said.
    He saw her gulp at his request.

   "And the panties too." He continued. "Let's just have you in
the stockings and shoes."

    Natasha slowly reached down to the tops of her stockings
which were attached to the bodysuit.

   "Wait." Said Jack. "Let's get some more film...and let's let
Gregor get finished with the drinks...I know he won't want to
miss the show."

    Natasha dutifully stood and waited as Gregor the hotel porter
filled the glasses and brought one to Bud and then handed one to
Jack. Standing there with her big breasts exposed she was even
redder and more miserable than before. Gregor leered at the
helpless girl - his eyes almost burning her as he walked back to
his seat.

   "Okay." Said Jack. "Go ahead...take off the lingerie."

    Her face turned bright red again, but she reached down to
unfasten her stockings.

   "Come on...turn around..." Said Jack coolly. "Give us a nice
show..."

    She looked at him for a second as though he had slapped her.
But she turned herself three quarters sideways - swinging her
gorgeous bottom to their view and then leaned forward again and
unfastened the straps on her stockings.  She slowly undid them on
all sides and reached up and slid her thumbs into the top of the
teddy bunched up around her tummy.  She slowly pushed it down
over her hips - careful not to take the G-string panties withit.

    Slowly the garment came down over her thighs and she slid it
down her legs and stepped out of it.

   "Just drop it." Said Jack.

    She opened her hand and let it fall to the ground.  She was
still standing at the three quarter angle.  She stood back up
straight letting them feast their eyes on her virtual nudeness.

    Jack's mind raced as he stared at the incredible girl. She
stood on display - waiting for his next instruction.  He thought
ahead to what they were going to do with her and felt positively
dizzy for a second.

   "Turn around and face us again." He said finally.

    She slowly turned back towards them - standing awkwardly for
a moment.

   "You know what's next." He said.

    Her face flushed again and she slowly reached up and slid her
thumbs into the waistband of her G-string.

   "That's right...now the panties..."

    She pushed the small piece of fabric down her thighs and legs
and stepped out of them. Her triangle of pussy hair came into
their view.  Jack motioned to the pile the rest of the outfit was
in on the floor and she let go of the G-string - letting it drop.
 She now stood before them virtually naked in nothing but the
stockings and shoes.  She had to fight the urge to cover her
pussy with her hands as she stood totally exposed before them. 
She bowed her head in total shame as they all just stared at her
nakedness.

   "Don't move for a moment." Said Jack.

    He stepped into the other room for a moment and returned
holding a light piece of material the same color as the lingerie
now in a pile on the floor.

   "I forgot about this." He said as he walked up to the
humiliated girl.

    She stared at the floor and he reached around behind her and
laid the scarf around her neck - letting the two ends hang down
just above her breasts.  He looked down at the jutting mounds and
reached his hand up - laying it over her right breast.  She stood
perfectly still as he felt the weight in his hand as though it
were on a scale in a market.

   "These are real...aren't they Natasha?" He asked.

    He reached up for the other one and began to knead them
rudely. He turned slightly to make sure Bud could get a clear
shot.

   "Aren't they?" He repeated.

   "Y...yes..." she uttered through her humiliation.

    Jack released her and stepped back again.

   "Why don't you do some nice poses." He said. "Grab hold of the
ends of the scarf."

    She followed his instructions as he led her through a variety
of cheesecake positions - fighting the urge to break down
completely under the weight of her shame as the reality of posing
completely nude swept over her.

   "Your being very cooperative Natasha." Said Jack finally. "We
can see that you can follow directions."

    The girl stood motionless - fighting back more tears and the
desperate need to cover herself.

   "Now the real key to being a great actress..." He continued.
"Is discipline."

    Two big tear filled blue eyes looked up from beneath the
blonde mane.

   "We have to know that you can be disciplined."

    Feeling even more vulnerable, Natasha slowly raised her free
arm up to cover her big breasts.  They bulged upward above her
fore-arm.  Her knees turned inwards toward each other as her body
seemed to sag under the weight of her embarrassment.

   "Gregor..." Said Jack. "Would you be willing to help ushere?"

    The hotel man looked at the girl for a moment and then back
to Jack.  His face was bright red with beads of sweat across the
forehead.

   "I think a good old fashioned over-the-knee, bare bottom
spanking is in order here."

   "AHHHHHHH...."

    A gasp flew from Natasha as the hand covering her breasts
flew to her mouth.  Her eyes widened with shock.  Gregory's eyes
looked as though they might actually pop out of his head. 
Clearly unable to speak, he just nodded affirmatively.

   "PL...PL...Please..." said Natasha - no longer able to
maintain her composure.

    This was too much.

   "Please." she repeated as she suddenly burst into tears.

    She bent forward slightly to try to minimize her ample, naked
charms.  She replaced her arm across her chest.

   "Discipline." Said Jack. "We've got to have discipline!"

    The girl couldn't move.  She stood halfway crouched in a
desperate attempt to maintain her modesty.  Jack just stared at
her - watching as the situation sank in. She slowly lowered her
arms in surrender.

    From his place behind the video camera, Bud Carlisle could
also take it no longer. He had been all but forgotten about -
even by the "actress" as he had been moving silently from camera
to camera to get the best shots of the proceedings.  But as he
ran the lens up and down the girl's lush body and then zoomed in
on her beautiful face with tears streaming down, the tension
simply became too much. Standing behind the lights he could not
be seen by the others.  Now desperate for relief, he positioned
the camera and then stepped back from it and reached down and
unzipped his trousers. His stiff prick sprang out and he slowly
began to stroke it.

   "That's better." Jack continued. "Now, turn around..."

    She closed her eyes as she sank to a new depth of humiliation
as she slowly turned around so that her back was to the men.

   "Come on...bend forward...show us the target..."

    She silently complied and leaned over - putting her naked ass
on display.

   "What do you think Gregor?" Asked Jack after they had all
admired it for a moment. "Do you think you can administer that?"

    The older man was speechless.  He could only nod his red face
in the affirmative. 
   "Okay Natasha." Said Jack.

    She slowly stood back up and turned to face them.  She was
bright red and was now openly crying with shame.

   "Pl...please..." she whispered looking up at Jack - her eyes
streaming with tears.

   "Let's just get it over with." He replied.

    He stepped forward and walked the naked girl over to
Gregory's right side and then let go - stepping back again.

   "Now go ahead and lay over his legs." He said.

    She stood for a moment before she moved.  Then slowly she
lowered her arms and leaned forward - laying her nude body over
the crusty hotel man's lap.  She put her hands down on the floor
in front of her.  She reached one hand back up to cover her
crying face.  She sobbed into it - choking on the shame.  Bud
almost shot his wad and stopped stroking his prick.  It bobbed in
front of him - screaming out for him to finish, but he wanted to
wait.

    Gregor looked down at Natasha's naked body and her splendid
bottom.  He could hardly believe his eyes.  The three men were
suddenly still as they gazed down at her exposed pussy.  It was a
beautiful, almost hairless peach.  The sensation of her weight on
his legs helped bring Gregor back to reality.  He reached his
right hand up and gently placed it on her right bottom cheek.  He
heard a gasp come out of her as he made light contact.  Her skin
felt slightly cool to the touch.  He had to fight for breath as
he gently ran his hand over the cheek and began to fondle it.  He
squeezed it - feeling the firmness.  He watched the two moons
clinch together. He brought his left hand up and covered her left
cheek with it.  He could hear her whimpering with shame as he
stroked and squeezed. 
    He couldn't resist, and slightly pulled the cheeks apart. 
Natasha cried out in humiliation and tried to reach back to cover
her shame, but he easily pushed her hand away.  The hotel man
looked down into the valley of her ass at her tight pink anus. He
watched as it clenched shut under his invading gaze.  His hands
squeezed her ass cheeks and he dug his fingers into the taut
flesh.  He could feel the blood pounding in his head.

    After a moment of groping, Gregor looked up at Jack -
expecting a "get on with it look."  However Jack just smiled -
obviously enjoying the spectacle. Gregor took his cue and ran his
hands over her naked bottom - up and down, greedily covering ever
inch. The hotel man leaned back and looked down to his left and
saw her hanging tits.  He reached down and cupped the nearest one
- causing another anguished cry from the girl. His prick surged
as he felt the weight in his hand.  He squeezed it and rolled the
nipple in his fingers.  His heart pounded and he could hardly
breath.

    Finally he noticed Jack nodding to him, and he drew his
attention back to her pert bottom.  He gave it one last stroke
and then reached up.

    SPLAT!

    Natasha cried out at the contact.  Her back arched and her
feet flew up off of the floor.

    SPLAT!

    She cried out again - instinctively reaching her hand back to
try to protect herself.  Gregor grabbed her arm with his left
hand and pulled it up behind her back - once again exposing her
nude ass.  He ran his right hand over her bottom again.

    SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

    Natasha yelled out in pain at the onslaught.

    SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

    She squirmed on the hotel man's lap and tried desperately to
roll herself over to get away but Gregor held her fast.  He
reached up and began to rub her burning ass cheeks - moving his
hands in a circular motion.  She felt his erection against her
stomach and moaned in shame under his coarse manipulation.

    SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

    She cried out and began to kick.  Gregor gripped her body and
felt his temples pound.  A grunt of pure lust shot out of his
mouth like a canon shot as he watched her ass jiggle and turn
bright red under him.  His prick raged beneath her.

    SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

    From his place behind the camera, Bud Carlisle could take it
no longer. The sight of the writhing girl overwhelmed him and he
gritted his teeth as he shot a wad of semen into the air.

    SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!

    Natasha's ass burned and she screamed out.  Gregor stopped
and once again began to rub her bottom cheeks.  Natasha cried
while the hotel man continued to fondle her. He looked up again
at Jack - who this time smiled at him to stop.  Gregor looked
back down at the fabulous body draped over his knees.  He laid
his hand on her ass and felt the burning heat. 
    Once again he gently pulled the cheeks apart and stared down
at her pink anus. Overcome by pure lust, he suddenly lunged
forward and stuck his tongue into the crevice. He ran it up and
down over her asshole - feeling the fine hairs. Holding her
tightly, and now completely overcome with animal lust, he
suddenly began to wedge his tongue inside.  Natasha cried out in
agony and revulsion as her anus spread open against the invasion
- allowing his tongue inside.  Her dark brown hole instinctively
tightened up against the intruder - creating a tight grip that
made the hotel man shutter.  With his tongue in her tight ass,
the motion of her squirming body against his prick suddenly
caused him to cum in his pants.  His grip around the girl's waist
tightened as he jerked his head back up and growled as the semen
shot out onto his leg.  He rocked his lap against Natasha's body
and gave several thrusts.

    Finally spent, he relaxed his grip - allowing the girl to
roll off of his lap and onto the floor.  She rolled herself
defensively into the fetal position and sobbed into her hands. 
Gregor leaned his face up and wheezed for air.  He reached his
hand up to his chest and felt his pounding heart.

    For a few moments there was no sound except for the crying
girl and the old man fighting for breath.  Bud quietly pulled one
of the video cameras off of the tripod and walked to his left. 
He squatted down for a good angle on the curled up girl.  He
zoomed in on her back and ran the lens down to her exposed ass. 
It was bright red.  With her legs drawn up to her chest, her ass
was parted - giving the camera a view of her pussy. For a moment
she was too traumatized to move.

   "Come on."  Said Jack reaching down to the sniffling girl.

    He took her hand to help her up to her feet.  She stared up
at him for a moment and then slowly reached out her hand and
allowed him to pull her up.  No sooner was she standing then Jack
rotated her around so that her burning ass was facing the men.

   "Bend forward...let's see..."

    She slowly bent forward, showing off her naked and abused
bottom.

   "Farther." Said Jack. "Put your hands on your knees."

    Natasha's mind was spinning and she did as instructed -
revealing her pussy to the men.  She was no longer able to really
take in the horror of what was happening.  The men admired
Gregor's handywork.  Jack smiled and walked over to thank the
hotel man for his help.  Gregor's face dropped when he realized
he was being invited to leave. With reluctance, Gregor got up
from the couch - feeling the uncomfortable wet spot in his
trousers.  Jack walked him back to the table and picked up the
tray he had brought in and handed it to him.  The older man
looked back at the girl still holding her reddened ass out for
inspection and drank in his last moment with her.  Jack showed
him to the door.

    Bud replaced the camera in the tripod and gave Jack a sly
smile. He shook his head - acknowledging the incredible scene
that had just transpired.  It was all now on video. They both
knew what the sales potential was.  The cameraman looked at the
girl and then winked at Jack as he too went out - leaving the two
of them alone. Jack closed the door behind them.

    Natasha moved and was now sitting on the chair where it had
all started.  She sat holding her arms in front of her and was
gently weeping into her hands.

   "I'm sorry." He said softly. "But we had to do that."

    Natasha didn't respond.  Instead she cried softly.

   "It's all over now." He said in a reassuring tone. "Now it's
just the two of us." He said.

    His eyes traveled down her delicately perched nude body.  She
slowly raised her hands to cover herself.

   "C...can I get d..dressed...please?" she asked softly hardly
moving.

    Her face was now wet with tears.

   "Not just yet." He said smiling to himself.

    His evil mind suddenly raced ahead to the thought of this
distraught girl in Mexico without her passport and without a
penny.  Her succulent nude body would be totally at the mercy of
his associates.  He suddenly envisioned her standing in this
exact position - sobbing - as she had to stand up on top of a bar
in front of a group of drunk Mexicans, and once again take her
clothes off.

   "Stand up." He said shrugging the fantasy vision off.

    She hesitated for a second and then looked at him from above
her hand.  Her big blue eyes registered her fear.

   "Come on stand up!" He repeated.

    Slowly she got to her feet.  Jack reached up from his sitting
position and gently turned her hips so that her reddened ass came
into view before him. He stared at it for a second.  He marveled
at it's youthful perfection.  He reached out and put his hand on
her left cheek.  She gasped at the contact as he rubbed it gently
in a circular motion. He could feel the burning flesh as he
covered her ass.

   "Does that feel better?" He asked.

   "Y...yesss..." she finally answered - her voice faltering
under the shame of this contact.

   "Good." He replied.

    He expanded his motion to include the tops of her thighs.  He
touched about halfway down the inside of her left thigh.  She
flinched as he slowly moved his hand up her leg.

   "Spread your feet apart."  He said - making his intention to
touch more than her bottom clear.

    Natasha reluctantly complied - stepping her right foot out
and opening the gap between her legs.  The musky smell of her sex
greeted Jack's nostrils.  He moved his hand down to the inside of
her left knee and slowly made a trail up the inside of her leg.
She whimpered at the sensation.  He moved his hand in a circular
motion - inching his way up her leg and ending only inches from
her pussy lips.  He ran his finger with agonizing slowness along
the crease where the inside of her thigh met her crotch.  He
moved his hand back out and once again covered her burning
bottom.  He rubbed it again - soothing her pain.

   "Lean forward." He said softly.

    Natasha clamped her eyes shut. The thought of bending over
right in front of his face made her stomach lurch. 

    But she slowly leaned over. 

    Jack watched as her bottom opened up and her sex came into
his plain view.  He moved his fingers down into the valley
between her legs and slowly ran his forefinger along her puffy
slit.  The action caused her to gasp as he moved it back and
forth gently.  Her entire body tingled against her will as her
cuntal lips became unstuck and even flared out to accommodate his
finger - which made its way to the opening of her pussy.  He slid
his finger into her heated hole and poked upward into it - giving
her one knuckle, then two, and finally his entire finger -
rotating it and rubbing the suddenly erect tip of her clit.

    Natasha silently opened her mouth in shame as he began to
pump his finger in and out of her now well-oiled twat.  She
couldn't help her body's response. The contrast between being so
totally humiliated, spanked, and now fingered so lewdly, jumbled
together in her mind taking her farther and farther from reality
and letting the physical sensation take over.  Her big breasts
swayed in front of her with the motion as Jack's finger
shamelessly worked in and out of her 'pee pee'.  Jack leaned to
his left and watched her titties bounce.  He moved his free hand
up to grasp one of the swelling mounds.  The feel of her stiff
nippled tit made his prick surge in his pants as he kneaded it in
his fingers.  He pulled his finger out of her and stood up. He
reached down for her shoulders and gently turned her around to
face him.  She bit her lip as she stared down at the floor in
shame.

    Jack reached for her chin and raised it up to face him.  He
leaned forward and put his lips on hers. 

    She did not react.

    He gently pushed his tongue into her mouth.

    She did not respond, but passively let it open her jaws and
explore.  His tongue swirled boldly around the inside of her
mouth. 
    Jack pulled away and looked down at the smooth skin and
delicate features of her youthful face.  Tears were coming out
from her closed eyes.  Natasha turned her head slightly to one
side.  Jack stared down at her awesome breasts.  Her big pink
nipples stuck out rudely from the center of each mound.  He
reached up and cupped them - feeling their weight.  He leaned
forward and put his mouth on her left nipple.  He swirled his
tongue around it.

    Natasha let out a moan.

    He moved his right hand down from her breast and ran it down
her smooth stomach to the hair above her pussy.

   "Spread your feet apart." He said - his voice thick.

    Natasha slowly stepped her left foot outward - once again
allowing him access to her most private place.  Jack moved his
hand down - running his fingers along the lips of her cunny.  He
ran them back and forth over it - finding it now fully wet.  The
sensation of her wetness made lust run through him like
adrenaline. He reached up for her shoulders and pushed her down
to the floor.  He quickly kicked off his shoes, unbuckled his
trousers, and stepped out of them.  Then he took off his
underwear.

    He looked at the stunning nude girl lying before him -
waiting for him to do whatever he wanted.  He would go easy this
first time, he thought to himself.  And he was glad that Bud had
loaded in fresh video tapes and turned the camera on before he
left.

    Natasha shut her eyes tightly and bit down on her lip as Jack
kneeled down over her and reached for her big breasts.  He
squeezed and rolled the giant mounds - sinking his fingers into
the springy flesh - making it throb.  He plucked at her nipples -
stretching the rubbery stems up from her tits and then letting
them snap back.  She could feel the tingling sensation run
through her whole body as he reached down with both hands and
scooped her tit flesh with both hands crushing them together.  He
lowered his face to her left breast and covered her tormented
nipple with his wet mouth.  It encompassed the tip of her
tingling breast as he began to suck noisily - stroking her nipple
with his abrasive tongue like an animal.  Jack sucked hard -
drawing her chubby nipple deep into his mouth.  Then he reached
down again to press his fingers against her stiff clit making her
whole body suddenly churn with lust.

    A moan involuntarily escaped her rosebud lips.

    Jack pulled away from her breasts and reached down with both
hands.  Gently he pulled her legs apart as he moved in to fill
the gap. The tip of his aching prick grazed her moist furrow -
making them both twitch and gasp.  He grabbed his prick and
guided the florid, swollen tip into contact with her wet and
welcoming pussy.  He ran the head up and down the dripping slit -
making her cry out softly.  And then, with one smooth motion, he
slid his love rocket right into her - sliding it all the way to
the hilt.

    Natasha moaned again in a mix of lust and shame. She'd known
this was likely to happen, but now the reality was so much worse
- and so much better. She suddenly felt like a wanton slut, a
whore, and the thought mortified her.  She brought a hand up to
cover her face in shame.  She had no choice but to endure as the
snug hole between her legs gripped pulsatingly as Jack's plunging
prick began to piston in and out of her with increasing frenzy.

    Jack reached up again and grabbed her titties.  He mashed the
big fleshy mounds in his hands and squeezed and pinched and
rolled the turgid nipples in his fingers as he pounded in and out
of her.  His balls began to puff up and become knarled as he felt
his load suddenly build up.  He slowed down to try to stop its
progress. His body refused to respond and his hips regained speed
as his cock drove itself back in and out in frenzied passion. 
His prick took on a mind of its own as it became determined to
deliver its hot load.  He felt his spunk build like lava from
deep down inside him. It rumbled and rattled his frame as it
built speed and velocity.

   "AARRRRGGGHHHHH..." He cried as his head fell back on his
shoulders and the pressure of his load of man-cream pushed
against the base of his loins.

    He yanked his prick out of Natasha's pussy with a wet
slurping sound that caused her to cry out as well.  He gripped
his dick and gave it several tight strokes like cocking a
Remington shotgun, sending a long line of his cum spurting out.

    He leaned forward and aimed his load so that it came down on
her breasts and neck.

    A second burst of goop flung out - shooting all the way into
her blonde hair.  She turned her face away from the disgusting
spectacle of his climax.  She was shocked by his action and felt
sick as she felt his hot spunk land on her body.  She raised her
hands to try to prevent any more from hitting her, but was too
late.  The last of his cum dribbled out as Jack milked his prick
- making his whole body shutter.

    Natasha covered her face with her hands and felt tears come.
Submitting to sex was one thing, but the shameful and sickening
act that had just transpired, heaped on the humiliations of
having to take her clothes off in front of strangers, and take a
bare-bottomed spanking, caught up to her.  She felt like the
cheapest whore in Moscow.

   'How had she sunk so low?' she asked herself as she began to
cry into her hands.

    The sound of Jack's voice brought her back to grim reality. 
She opened her eyes to find him standing over her with a video
camera in his hand pointing down at her.

   "Rub it in." He commanded - squinting into the eyepiece.

    She just stared blankly at him.

   "Come on...rub that spunk in...rub it over your tits!"

    Her eyes widened as his words sank in.

   "DO IT!" He said forcefully. "Unless you want me to bring
Gregor back to do it..."

    The threat made her start.  That would be unthinkable.  She
moved her hand down and touched the sudden stickiness of his
semen which had dribbled into a small pool on her stomach.  She
wanted to vomit as she began to spread the spunk across her skin
like lotion.  She rubbed it up over her big breasts - leaving
shiny trails where her fingers had been.

   "Good...good." Said Jack. "Now, lick your fingers..."

    She felt her stomach lurch, but she slowly pushed her hand to
her mouth and licked her two middle fingers. She could taste the
remnants of his salty load, and she again had to fight to keep
from being ill.  Jack got some nice close-ups and then lowered
the camera - turning it off.

   "Very nice." He said with a smile. "Why don't you go get
cleaned up."

    She reached her arms across herself to try to cover herself
as she sat up.  She gathered her clothing and made her way to the
bathroom. She turned on the shower and then sat on the toilet and
began to cry.

    Jack popped the tape out of the video camera.  Then he did
likewise to all the other cameras.  He bundled the tapes together
with a rubber band and taped a note to the bundle.

   "Natasha Zvegintzov #1" He wrote as he laughed quietly to
himself.

    She had no idea that her very first movie had just been made!




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