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SHELLY'S NEW CAREER. (Part 1)


By KATZMAREK


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This is a work of erotic fiction. It remains my property and
may not be used for gain without my express permission in
writing.


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He looked like thousands of others among the lunchtime crowd.
Fortyish, perhaps, with a receding hairline partly concealed by
a long fringe. He wore suit trousers and shirtsleeves. Just an
anonymous office worker hurrying to the bank during his lunch
hour.


Shelly sat on one of the seats by the ornamental fountain
nursing her 'bump.' Her legs started to tire these days and she
needed to rest. She liked watching the bustle of activity around
her. She liked being ignored among the crowd. It was good not to
be constantly fielding questions like, 'when is it due?' 'Do you
know if it's a boy or girl?' 'Have you picked out a name?' Then
the birth stories and how hard 'Roger' or 'Dan' or 'Priscilla'
was. '26 hours in labour without an epidural.' Shelly didn't
want to know.


"Your first?" came a male voice beside her. This was different.
Men usually said nothing to her while their female partners
quizzed her. She thought that, to men, pregnancy was evidence of
sex and sex was a touchy subject to raise with a strange woman.
In addition, she was now sullied goods. She was no longer a 'hot
babe' to be chatted up. Some other guy had clearly staked a
claim.


"Yes," she replied. Her voice was high and nervous, it annoyed
her.


"What, a month to go? Three weeks?" he asked. 


'Well, at least he could tell.' "Four," she told him.


"Ah!" he smiled and sat down next to her. 


She felt irritated. 'What made him think she wanted company?
There were plenty of other empty seats in the square.'


"My wife and I have three," he continued. She said nothing,
hoping he'd take the hint and move off. "Barnaby's three, now...
goes to Kindy... time flies.."


Shelly nodded and smiled, then looked away silently. 'This guy
had to have an angle. Where was he coming from,' she wondered?


"... Changes your life..." he went on, "when Stevie was born we
were broke. Don't know how we kept it together. Kids are
expensive," he tutted.


"Yes!" she croaked a reply. The stranger reminded her of her
own situation. Shelly didn't know how she was going to cope. An
apartment for herself and the baby? It was just a pipe dream.
Even with the State benefit, she'd have little left after food,
power and rent for herself to build any future. It was something
that had obsessed her for the last 8 months and she was no
closer to an answer.


"So how are you fixed, financially?" he asked her.


'What the Hell business was it of his?' she thought. Instead,
she found herself answering honestly, as if this guy was going
to suggest something. There was something in the stranger's
approach that indicated he might have job offer. 'Probably an
Amway guy,' she mused, 'or some other direct marketing scheme
that she could do from home that offered much and delivered
little.' "Bad!" she shrugged.


"Yeah, it's tough," he agreed a little insincerely, she
thought. "Listen, I may be able to help a little, if you're
interested."


'Ok, here comes the pitch,' she smiled inwardly.


"Here's my card," the stranger continued, "I run a talent
agency."


"You do?" she asked in surprise. 'This was different. What
would a talent agency want with a girl 8 month's pregnant?'


"Yeah! We're looking for some pregnant girls for a modelling
job," he explained, "clothes... preggy gear... that sort of
thing. Catelogue layout for a chain store. If you're interested
give me a call and we might be able to jack something up for
you."


"Thanks," she told him as he got up. A pinprick of light seemed
to penetrate her dark horizon. Photographic modelling! That was
something she could do without a University qualification. "How
much?" she called to his retreating back.


"Eh? Oh yes, money. Hmmm... not sure what they're paying.
Probably 3 or 400 for the day, but don't quote me on that. I'll
need to check."


"Thanks, again" she told him. 400 bucks was serious money to
Shelly, she couldn't help but smile.


-------------------------------------------


'Ben Sargeson,' she read later, 'Talent and Modelling Agency.'
There was just a Mobile number underneath 'Manager.' The
business card didn't look particularly fancy so she checked
through the Yellow pages. Yes, the Company was listed, it seemed
legit. 


If she was going to call, she needed to do it before her Mother
got home from her job as a Supermarket Supervisor. Shelly knew
what she would say. 'Look what you've been brought down to,' she
imagined her voice, 'a photographic model!' Shelly could picture
the frown on her face, the scorn in her tone. Nothing was going
to be 'suitable' employment.


Her Mother had got her a job as a checkout girl, but the wages
were shit and she found standing for long periods increasingly
tiring.


As she dialled the number, butterflies circulated inside her
tummy. These were different than those she felt when junior
maneuvred into a new position inside her womb.


"Ben?" came the voice on the phone. Shelly explained who she
was and he answered, "oh yeah, that's right. So you're
interested, right? You'll need to come in and look over the
contract, say 2 tomorrow? I'll need to take a few shots of you
for the files. Have you done any modelling before?"


"No."


"Ok, well there's a few things you'll need to know. I'll take
you through the process and see how we go, ok?"


"Ok, sure," she answered.


------------------------------------------


She took the bus downtown the next day. The talent agency was
on the second floor of an anonymous office building. It
consisted of two rooms, the larger of which was covered in
photos of young faces. Ben Sargeson was on his own. Shelly
wasn't impressed by the size of the operation. She began to have
doubts.


She'd imagined a large place with a photographic studio and
lines of young hopefuls trying to get into the modelling
business. Life had made her wary of cons, of guys that promised
much and delivered little.


Ben was nice, though, not sleazy at all, and his warm smile
relaxed her a little. He showed her a fashion spread pointing
out the various poses then asked her to stand against the wall
so he could take a few shots.


After taking some photos he stopped and appeared to be studying
her. Shelly felt a little self-conscious and asked him what he
was staring at her for.


"You sure you've never modelled?" he asked.


"No, why?"


"You're a natural, Shelly. I can't believe you've never done
this before." She was flattered and broke into a smile.
"Beautiful," he murmured and took another shot. "Such a pretty
face especially when you smile."


Shelly thought later that the remark should have alerted her,
but the way he said it sounded so genuine.


After the pictures, he sat her down and they went over the
contract and model release. He suggested she take it away and
think about it. Maybe discuss it with her parents, friends or go
see a lawyer. As she was about to leave, however, he paused at
the door.


"You know," he told her, "this job pays chickenfeed compared to
what you could be earning."


"What do you mean?" she asked.


"Well, look! This job pays, what, about 400 bucks for the day?
I could get you work that pays nearly three times that for the
same hours."


'Three times!' she thought. She couldn't help but ask what this
work was. "What would I have to do?"


"Adult stuff... a bit of nude modelling.. video... that sort of
thing," he said, almost apologetically. "I'm only telling you
this because it's my job as your agent, you understand. I'm not
telling you to take your clothes off," he laughed, "just that
the work is there if you're at all interested."


Shelly was shocked, she didn't know how to reply. She couldn't
understand why anyone would want to see a pregnant, naked girl.


"Ummm... like porno?" she asked.


"I guess..." he replied, "solo work, couples, whatever. No-one
forces you to do anything you're not comfortable with," he told
her, "but the more you can do the more money you make. That's
how the industry works."


"I see!" Shelly felt a tinge of fear. 'What was this guy trying
to get her to do?'


"And..." he added, "pregnant is a big bonus at the moment.
They're crying out for pregnant girls. I could maybe get you at
least 2 grand for a day's work."


"2 Grand? Are you serious" she replied, stunned.


"Sure... 2 grand, no problem."


"I don't know if I believe you," Shelly told the agent.


"Well, don't take my word," Ben replied, "come, I'll shout you
afternoon tea and you can meet a couple of the girls. I'll leave
you alone with them and they can explain everything, no strings,
ok?"


Despite Shelly's misgivings she found herself agreeing. The
thought of all that money for one days work was too compelling.


------------------------------------------


Ben took Shelly to a small coffee house and made a couple of
calls on his mobile. About 15 minutes later two women came in
and approached them.


Belinda was tall, leggy, blond, big-breasted and in her early
twenties. She was dressed in a tight leather skirt and a blue
top that appeared molded to her. Her friend, Sara, was shorter
with bright red hair. Her black dress fell to her ankles and she
concealed her ample bust with a denim jacket. Shelly noticed all
their clothes carried designer labels.


They greeted Ben warmly with a kiss each, before he made an
exit. They then ordered desserts and coffee with gold credit
cards.


"Right," said Belinda after their coffees arrived, "Ben gave
you the pitch?"


"Yes," Shelly replied. The girls' eyes were bright, alive and
full of mischief, she decided. She thought she was going to like
the pair. "Ben said something about some porno stuff? He said
I'd make way more money than straight catelogue modelling."


The two girls dissolved in laughter.


"He's still stringing that line? Listen, I'm sorry honey, Ben
is a real good agent but he's full of shit, he really is,"
laughed Belinda.


"How?" Shelly asked.


"Listen, Ben doesn't have any straight modelling contracts..
never has. It's just a line to get you interested. He pulled the
same stunt on Sara, didn't he?"


"I always thought it was shit," protested the other girl.


"No you didn't, bitch!"


There followed a bit of good natured ribbing as Shelly looked
on. Eventually they turned back to her.


"Listen," Sara began, "you have complete separation, ok? Adult,
straight... no mixing. No straight client is going to want the
'face' for his product sucking cock on some porn vid, is he?
Imagine! Miss Faberge jerking some guy," she giggled, "no way,
Jose."


"Yeah," continued Belinda, "straight agencies don't do adult
work, no straight client is going to hire a girl from an agency
that does porno. Like Sara said, two separate worlds."


"I see!" Shelly told them. Her mind was numb, she didn't know
what to think. She felt out of her depth.


"Yeah," continued Belinda, "you make good money... the works
easy... most of the producers are okay and Ben knows the ones
who aren't. He'll look after you... some agents won't. What else
do you want to know?"


"Um..." Shelly stumbled, "what do I have to do?"


"Whatever you like!" laughed Sara, "look, if they want you to
do anything you don't want to do, tell them to fuck off."


"Yeah right!" agreed Belinda, "and don't believe anything
that's not written down, notarised and filed with your lawyer.
We have a great lawyer if you need one," she added, "don't let
Ben find one for you."


"Yeah, he's full of shit. Stand your ground, though, and he'll
respect that. He's a lamb to us, really!"


"So, what does it involve?" Shelly continued, "do I have to
fuck guys?"


"If you like," laughed Belinda, "but usually it's better if you
do a little solo stuff first. It kind of eases you into being in
front of the camera. See, there's usually only the three of you,
director, camera and you. You need to get into the zone.. forget
about those guys and just be yourself. Ralph, this guy we do a
lot of work for, says the lens is like a one way mirror. You
can't see all the people behind it... it's your shield!"


"That's deep!" Sara said, sarcastically, "you just forget it's
there after a while. That's when you're really in the zone, when
you can't see anyone else but the guy.. or girl, who's doing
you."


"I don't think I could fuck some creep on camera," Shelly told
them, "it just seems so sleazy, unloving."


"Creeps?" protested Belinda, "and what the fuck has love done
for you?"


"I!" Shelly reddened.


"You want to find some guy and settle down for the next 40
years, right?"


"I guess!"


"And the honeymoon lasts for about 2 years, if you're lucky.
Then he keeps staying out late, coming home drunk, belting the
shit out of you.."


"He... that's not..."


"Or fucks off on you as soon as you get pregnant.."


"He... I... how did..."


"How did I know?" continued Belinda, "because you'd be out
together shopping for baby clothes, that's why. Let me guess..
he couldn't handle it, right? Fatherhood, responsibility... just
who's the fucking creep, sugar?"


Shelly's tears welled up.


"Cool it, Bell!" cautioned Sara.


"Well, it bloody well pisses me off," Belinda replied, "how
dare she make judgements... creeps, huh! What does she know
about it?"


"Most of the guys are really good, professionals!" explained
Sara, trying to lighten the mood, "they're just doing a job,
that's all. It's hard for them you know."


"Yeah, if you're lucky," laughed Belinda, "and they have to
keep it that way for an hour or more." Her anger had now
dissipated. "They're all on Viagra these days. Keeps them going
for hours. We can lube up but they have to get themselves hard.
You can't fake that."


"Look at it this way," said her friend, "you see a guy in the
street and you think, 'I really want to fuck this guy.'"


"Or girl!" interrupted Belinda.


"Or girl. But you don't know whether he's a jerk, a rapist or
what. You just want a fuck but you can't take the risk, no?"


"No," agreed Shelly.


"So what if you could fuck him and be totally safe? You know
he's been tested for AIDS, STDs, whatever. He knows what he can
or can't do to you  and if he tries anything he gets fired. You
don't have to see him again if you don't want. You," she
emphasised, "are in control of the situation. On top of that,
someone pays you a lot of money to film it. Is that a sweet deal
or what?"


"I guess..."


"Or," added Belinda, "you can find some guy who'll knock you up
and leave you without a penny?"


"It wasn't like that," protested Shelly, "he just couldn't face
it, that's all. We had been going out since I was 14. Actually,
12, I suppose.."


"Early starter!" commented Sara.


"That really sucks," Belinda said, "so he just fucks off and
leaves you to pick up the pieces. Listen, you want to send her
to a good school, no?"


"Of course! How do you know it's a girl?"


"I know, I'm a witch," Belinda laughed. "So what chance does
she have with you working in some part-time, dead-end job? Or
off the State? Take control of your life, girl!"


"I guess."


"Just think about it," Sara said, "give me a call later if you
like. I'll tell you anything you want to know. If you want to
give it a go, I'll come with you and talk you through it,
promise!"


"Ok, sure," Shelly agreed.


-----------------------------------------


It wasn't until Shelly arrived home that she started to calm
down. The two women had been very persuasive and her mind was a
riot of conflicting thoughts. They made the whole thing sound
normal, like auditioning for some school play instead of taking
off your clothes and letting some strange guy have sex with you
in front of a camera.


She stood in front of the mirror for a while. Ben had told her
that she had a pretty face. Ok, it was probably a line he told
all the girls, but compliments were few and far between these
days. She studied hard and imagined herself looking back from a
TV screen. She did have a nice smile, she concluded, maybe Ben
was right about that.


Shelly was quiet during dinner. Her Mother had started on about
adoption, about her going back to school. They'd had this
discussion before and she was sick of it. She wasn't going to
give up her flesh and blood, no way!


"I suppose you'll want me to babysit while you go out to work?"
her Mother grumbled. 


'Was that an offer?' she wondered, 'or just more nagging,
making her feel bad about getting pregnant. Like it was all her
fault? Like Chris had nothing to do with it?' The attitude was
so old fashioned. 'Why didn't they spare some criticism for
Chris, who had taken off leaving her in this condition.'


The atmosphere at home was toxic. Belinda and Sara had been
right about one thing, she needed to take back control of her
life. 


When her and Chris had split, she found that most of her
friends were actually his. They'd been a couple for so long,
that her social life had become totally enmeshed in his. Most of
her old friends had moved on. She didn't really have anyone to
confide in, she felt totally alone. Sara, in particular seemed
to have thrown her a lifeline. She seemed like someone who she
could get along with. Shelly decided give her a ring.


"So how did you get into it?" she asked her.


"Ben," she replied, "just like you, he approached me in the
street and gave me that line about a modelling job. I was broke,
so.."


"So, what was it like? What did you have to do?"


"Well, Ralph, that's this producer, has this 'Debutante'
series. 'First Time Videos' or some such crap, they have
different names according to the distributor... it's all
copyright stuff I don't understand. He just films you taking off
your clothes and playing with yourself. I remember I was so
nervous I couldn't get into it but Ralph just kept whispering,
'fake it.' Then he began to breath heavily like this,
'uuuhhhh...ohhhh...whew.. oh God, I'm coming!' It was so funny I
couldn't stop myself laughing. He's really good, Ralph. He just
treats it like a bit of fun, he makes you laugh."


Her laugh was infectious, she found herself joining in. Sara
asked her how things were going at home and Shelly told her.
"Bummer!" Sara said, "like I said, take back control, love."


"So what do you do now?" Shelly asked.


"Anything, except anal. I can't get into that, but couples,
threesomes, girls... anything else is okay. Belinda does anal,
she doesn't mind. I must have a small arsehole or something."


"What was your first time like, with a guy?"


"Great, actually. I closed my eyes and imagined I was making
out with an old friend of mine. That's what you should do, write
out a fantasy, or imagine a really nice time you had with a
boyfriend. It helps you get into it, helps you get into the
zone. It was with this guy called Jon, he's really good and a
great person to boot. I actually came. It doesn't always happen
but I came then, really hard."


"So how do I start?" she found herself asking.


"I'll talk to Ben, leave it to me and I'll get back to you.
You'll need to do the paperwork at Ben's then get a test done.
Got any money?"


"No."


"Then I can lend you some cash for the AIDS test. Got time now?
I could pick you up and we can do all that stuff right away if
you like. The clinic only takes a few minutes."


"Ok, sure." Shelly wanted to get out of the house, and to see
Sara again. She thought they clicked together as friends.


------------------------------------------


It would take three days to get the result of the tests back.
Meanwhile the two women visited the Agency and completed the
paper work. Ben asked her to take off her clothes for another
file shoot. He was calm and reassuring, but, to allay her
nervousness, Sara told her she'd remain with her.


There was nowhere to change, no screen or room. She could
change in the toilet down the corridor, but she didn't fancy
flouncing past the other offices wearing nothing but a wrap.


"First shot dressed," Ben suggested, "then underwear, then nude."


"Might as well get used to it, Shelly. Ben's seen it all,
haven't you Ben?"


"Yeah," he laughed, "photographing beautiful nude girls all day
means nothing to me."


"Never gets a hard on either, do you Ben? I think he's Gay,
Shelly."


The good-natured banter continued as Shelly stood against the
wall. Ben moved about with his digital camera, shooting her from
various angles until he was satisfied.


"Top and pants off!" Ben told her. Shelly was nervous but she
looked at Sara who smiled. Quickly, lest she changed her mind,
she dropped her outer clothing until she stood in her bra and
panties.


Next off came her underwear. By now Shelly was used to Ben
moving about. He had a look of concentration. She didn't feel he
was perving at her body, just doing his job.


Sara clapped and cheered when she was finally naked. Shelly
felt like she was at some wild School party where the girls were
persuaded to play spin the bottle or strip poker. She grinned
with a mixture of shyness and amusement. She had to admit to
herself, it was fun.


Shelly still couldn't, however, figure out why any man wanted
to stare at her. Her full breasts sagged a little, her nipples
dark and distended. Her rounded tummy was smooth except for the
bump of her navel. She thought her thighs were too fat and her
butt too flabby.


"Sit on the chair, Love?" Ben asked her. Gently, he coaxed her
to open her knees. Shelly shook with embarrassment as he knelt
to take a shot of her pussy. Soon he was finished and she began
to dress.


"See," said Sara, "that wasn't too bad, was it? You'll find the
whole thing easier now. Like losing your cherry."


'No,' she thought, 'that wasn't too bad.'


"You've got a nice body," Sara continued, "natural, guys like
that. See," she continued, "I have a theory; girls get silicone
to impress other girls. But guys, they want girls to look like
girls, do you know what I mean? Like the chick next door they've
always wanted to screw. True, eh Ben?"


"Yep," he agreed, "best chicks are real. On screen, you can
tell the fakes. Guys are tired of fakes. For years that's all
the porno industry would give them; lots of plastic, formula
choreography, the same angles. The Internet gave them choice
now, see? Ma and Pa outfits could make a movie in their lounge,
with a handycam and a willing neighbour."


"Ma and Pa?" Shelly asked, amused.


"Y'know, small outfit. You could set yourself up with a couple
of thousand bucks. Do it right and the profits were
astronomical."


"And now?"


"Shaken down a bit, now. There's just so many people in the
business. Cheap models from Eastern Europe and they're all
gorgeous. See, it's one of the few branches of the Entertainment
industry where you don't have to have a good command of English."


"Yeah," laughed Sara, "just groan and moan."


"Or voice-overs. I hate that shit... it always looks fake. You
tell me how some girl can moan, 'oh, that feels soooo good,'
with a mouthful of dick?" 


"Ha ha," laughed the other girl, "I'm sure I heard the same
audio on different movies."


"Yeah, that would be Gomez, he's industrial, that guy. He
cranks out videos so fast he uses the same stock audio."


"What happens now?" Sara asked.


"Well, I'll speak to a few people and we'll see if we can get
you some work. Sit tight for a few days and I'll get back to
you."


"Need any money?" Sara asked her, "Ben?"  


"Oh yeah," he coughed, "you'll need a few cosmetics and stuff,
maybe a makeover. I'll advance you a couple of hundred,
deductable from your future earnings."


"A couple of hundred?" Sara said, "are you serious? Have you
bought any eyeliner recently? And what's this 'deductable' shit?"


"Look, she hasn't earned me a cent yet..."


Sara and Ben began to argue. Shelly was embarrassed and stared
from one to the other as they eyeballed each other.


"You're a tight-fisted..."


"Okay, okay! A hundred gratis and a further 400 deductable
over, say two days work."


"Four days."


"She may not last that long... three!"


"Done! Is that all right, Shelly?" Sara asked. Shelly nodded
dumbly. "See, you made a good choice when you hired me as your
negotiator."


"I did?" she said.


------------------------------------------


The next day Sara helped her spend the 500 dollars. She had her
hair done and bought some cosmetics. That evening, Sara invited
Shelly back to her apartment to try out the make up.


Sara lived by herself in a spacious downtown flat. It was in a
converted warehouse, very chic with modern appointments. Sara
knew the rent would be more than she'd earn a week at the
supermarket, with overtime.


They had a fun evening. Later Sara rang for pizza and they
washed it down with a bottle of Chianti. Shelly didn't think
just a few isolated drinks would harm the baby.


She told her about how miserable she was at home. Sara
suggested she move into the spare room until she sorted out
something more permanent. By the end of the evening she'd agreed
and rang her family to give them the news. Tired, she spent the
night there, alone, as Sara had a job to go to. She slept
soundly, she was relaxed, it 'felt' right.


In the morning, Shelly made her new friend breakfast. Sara
didn't wake until after 11, so Shelly busied herself with
tidying up. When Sara finally woke, she commented that they
would get along just fine as she looked about at the spotless
apartment.


After the job, Sara told her, they had gone onto a club and got
drunk. She said it was a typical day at the office. They'd
probably spent more money last night than Shelly had seen in a
couple of months. Her head began to spin, it was almost too much
for her to cope with. A lifestyle she hadn't even dreamed
existed.


--------------------------------------


Ben contacted her three days later and confirmed the tests had
been negative. He told her he'd spoken to a few producers and
she could expect some work in the next few days. He reassured
her it would be 'comfortable' for her and he'd make sure the
contract would be 'ironcast'.


"It will be," Sara told her, "but we'll see a Lawyer anyway.
Gloria, she used to be in the industry before she got a law
degree... old time porn star... she's seen it all, trust me. A
real safe pair of hands."


"Go get the coffees, Sara, and take your time. I want to speak
to my new client alone," Gloria Royal, Lawyer, told the woman.


She was in her fifties. Her hair was peroxide blond and was
piled up on top of her head. Her light blue suit clung to her
large chest, displaying a hint of deep cleavage. Her blue eyes
were piercing and appraised Shelly as she sat uncomfortably
opposite her.


"Ben's okay," she announced, "better than some. It can be a bit
of a shark pond, but I've seen all the bad contracts. Make sure
you see me before you sign anything, ok?"


"Sure!"


"Right, now I want to ask you a few questions. Why do you want
to get into porn?"


"Um, the money, I guess," Shelly told her, nervously.


"It's not that good when you take into account what you have to
give up? And remember, all these girls have a use-by date. You
need to remember that few girls make it beyond their first few
movies. It's tough and I'm wondering whether you've thought it
through?"


"Um, I think so."


"You think so? Well, let me wise you up, girl. Everyone does it
for the money; Sara, that crazy Belinda, everyone! Most spend it
as fast as they earn it then wake up one day broke and no calls
on the answerphone. The people who make the real money are the
Producers and Distributors and they'll go on earning long after
you're on the shelf."


"Meanwhile," she continued, "you'll have no other skills and
you're in your thirties, maybe. The only dates you can get are
in the industry or some drug-addled rock star who'll dump you
when he's grown bored. Straight people will sneer at you, you
can't get loans, mortgages or insurance. The Law regards you as
a whore. In fact, your work conditions are guaranteed under the
Prostitution Act, not ordinary Employment Law. Your family will
probably disown you, unless they're incredibly liberal, and your
friends will drift away. If you think that you can cross over
into straight acting or modelling, forget it. It ain't going to
happen."  


"Now, there are ways of avoiding that hole," Gloria told her,
"you need to have a plan. That's what I tell everyone, but few
listen. Get a financial plan together, invest your money and
live simply. Get yourself an education, then get out! That's my
advice. Or you'll find yourself trapped. The girls talk about
being in control, but I think few understand what that means.
It's not about choosing who to fuck and how. It's not about
being able to buy clothes and make up. It's about planning your
life after porn, few achieve that. Any questions?"


Shelly reeled at the information. She had barely begun to think
when Sara returned with the coffees. She told Gloria she'd think
about what she said and get back to her.


"Good!" she said, "and avoid the booze and drugs."


"Aw!" Sara chimed in.


"Sara will be an alcoholic in a year or two if she isn't
already. The price of giving up her respectability."


Sara's face dropped in shock. "Fuck, my respectability!" she
retorted, "what has it ever given to me?"


"Peace of mind!" replied Gloria.


Sara lapsed into a sulk. Eventually she walked with Shelly out
of the Lawyer's rooms, silent. At last she said, "Gloria's a
nice person but sometimes she's full of shit!"


-------------------------------------------


Gloria's comment was soon forgotten over the next few days.
Sara insisted they go shopping and bought Shelly some new
outfits. They wouldn't fit her, of course, until the baby was
born.


She seemed to spend money like water. Everything she piled onto
her Gold Card. She was insistant and Shelly's initial resistance
withered.


Shelly moved into the apartment. Sara suggested they have a few
friends over but the plans were put on hold when Ben called. She
had gotten her first job.


It was with Ralph, who filmed in a studio attached to his house
in the hills. It would be an initial masturbation scene, just
Shelly on her own with maybe a few toys. Sara and Belinda said
they'd accompany her and hang out during the shoot. Belinda told
her she'd shout encouragement from the wings.


Ralph De Lewd had extensive Video and Internet interests. A
self-made man, he'd been in the industry for 25 years, having
graduated from being an actor. Sara told her he was totally
professional and worked with his wife, who filmed with the
second camera.


"It's not a zoo, like some places I could mention. He runs a
closed set, invite only. Some studios have people coming in and
out, it can put you off." 


They all shared a cab and arrived promptly. Sara said
punctuality was important or the Director gets grumpy. 


"They sometimes film back to back. If you're late you can fuck
them up for the day," Sara explained.


Ralph was in his early fifties. A bush of hair sat on his head.
It looked slightly incongruous. Sara whispered that he'd had a
hair transplant, it showed.


He'd kept himself in reasonable shape, however, with just a
hint of middle-age spread. He was full of energy and busied
himself around the studio almost at a run. 


His wife looked half his age. Blond, she was impossibly thin
and wore a boob tube and tight jeans that exposed her flat
stomach. Tanya spoke with an Eastern European accent. Belinda
told Shelly she was Hungarian, or Polish, she wasn't sure which.


"Czech," Ralph interrupted upon overhearing the conversation.


"Whatever," shrugged Belinda.


They wasted little time. Sara took Shelly into another room to
change. They'd chosen an outfit that was easy to take off. Sara
said it wasn't good if she had to struggle with clothes.


It was a loose fitting shift with a low, straight neckline. It
was the sort of thing you can pull over your head with a minimum
of fuss. They decided to dispense with a bra. Sara said her
nipples poking through the thin material of the shift was a turn-
on.


Shelly was to lie back in an arm chair. At first, Ralph was
going to ask her a few questions from behind the camera to get
her in the mood. Stuff about her first experience of sex and
whether she played with herself.


"Make it up if you like, it doesn't matter," he told her. "Then
I'll cue you in to start rubbing yourself and we'll see what
happens, eh?"


"Ok," Shelly swallowed.


"Right! Now, just sit like that while we get the light right...
now, here we go... rolling!"


"Right!" he continued. Shelly was suddenly aware of the two
cameras as they moved about. Tanya knelt to the side, while
Ralph filmed her face. "This is Shelly," he said, "and she's
come to make her first movie. Give all the guys a wave, Shelly!"


She moved her hand, smiling shyly.


"Tell us, what's your favourite kind of guy?" Ralph asked.


She told the camera, haltingly, about some ideal man. In fact,
Shelly didn't know who her favourite guy would be. She didn't
care much providing he treated her right and had a sense of
humour. No, she didn't like fat, greasy guys... or too old.


"Well, that's me out," laughed Ralph, "so now, think of your
first time..."


Here it is, she thought, now was she going to make up a whole
lot of stuff or tell them about her first time with Chris?


"How old were you?" Ralph continued.


"12, or maybe 14, I'm not sure. It depends on what you mean by
sex?" she stumbled.


"What do *you* mean by it?" he asked, softly.


Shelly felt the atmosphere begin to warm. She started to drift
away at the vision of her and Chris, together, when times were
good. They were young and innocent. Life was an adventure full
of exploration and discovery.


They loved each other with a passion, then. She loved Chris so
hard she couldn't stop thinking about him every hour of the day.
They were in each others hearts and minds. They were welded
together, 'joined at the hip,' their friends would tell them.


At 15, he was her 'older guy.' He was slender, blond and had
that 'outdoor appearance' of one used to surfing in summer and
playing Basketball in Winter. He loved his car, a Mazda that he
worked on all the time. He was just a regular guy, sure, but he
was *her* guy.


They started to fool around pretty early on. It was in his car
when he gave her her first *real* kiss. Shelly thought he must
have had lots of experience, particularly when he frenched her.
He joked that he'd just read a lot of naughty magazines.


Life with Chris had been a lot of fun. They had gone everywhere
in that car until it had started to show terminal wear and tear.
The beach in Summer was a favourite. Shelly would watch him
surf, then they'd lie on the big towel afterwards and cuddle in
the sun. It was magic.


"So what did you guys get up to?" Ralph asked her. His voice
was almost hypnotic, soft and compelling. He teased the
information out of her.


"We kissed," she told him, "and stroked each other. I didn't
have these, then," she looked down, "just little bumps. Chris
would pretend to kiss them over my top... um, should I've
mentioned his name?"


"We'll bleep it. Go on."


"I liked it."


"They're sensitive?"


"Very! When things started to get hot, he'd start to feel them
with his fingers. My nipples stood up then."


"Like they're standing up now?" Ralph joked. Shelly looked
down, they were stiff and stood out through the fabric, she
giggled.


"Yes! Except not as prominent."


"Perhaps the guys would like to see for themselves?" Ralph
suggested. 


Almost mechanically, Shelly pulled the shift over her head
until she was just in her panties. "Hmm, beautiful," he
murmured. Despite it all, Shelly blushed at the comment. It gave
her a warm feeling. "So he stroked them, how?" Ralph asked.


"Like this... with his fingers... so!" Shelly rubbed the tips
of her fingers over her rubbery nipples. They tingled with
arousal. She felt herself moisten, she was starting to get horny.


"Go girl!" Sara whispered.


"Then," she continued, "Chr... er, he put his mouth on them. At
first over my top but then I let him pull it up. It was in a cul
de sac outside my house. We couldn't been seen because we were
behind some trees."


"And?"


"He was leaning over me... it was awkward because of the
handbrake and gear stick. We pushed forward the passenger seat
and got into the back. It was cramped, but at least I could dip
down below the window, just in case someone passed. I took my
top right off and he took off his shirt. We were sweaty and the
windows were fogged. He kissed and sucked my little tits and I
felt his smooth chest. It was sticky but I didn't mind."


"I felt his hand on the front of my jeans. He just rubbed my
thighs a little bit before putting his hands down there, y'know,
between my legs."


"How?"


"Like this," Shelly smiled. This time there was a hint of
allure, of seduction in her smile. Her memory of that day was
vivid. The studio was quiet as they listened to her tale. She
felt the sexual energy in the room.


She looked up. Tanya, Ralph's wife, was standing next to him.
She had a hand on his arse while they both listened intensely.
Belinda was sprawled in a chair with her legs casually hanging
open. Sara smiled at Shelly and nodded reassuringly.


She rubbed two fingers over the crotch of her panties. She felt
her pussy twitch and release a new flood of desire.


"Did you like your boyfriend feeling you up, baby?" Ralph
murmured.


"Oh yeah!" she replied, quickly, "I wanted his fingers on me.
He was too gentle, though, so I put my hand over his and pressed
him harder. He was always a bit too gentle," Shelly smiled.


"So you wanted it rougher?" Ralph suggested, still in that
gentle, persuasive voice.


"Yes!"


"Show the guys, do you mind?"


"No!"


"You feeling horny?" he asked.


"Yes!"


"Show us what you do when you feel horny. Imagine that night
and your boyfriend has his fingers in your pussy. He's rubbing,
coaxing you, slipping a finger along your slippery crack, can
you feel it, baby?"


"Yes!" Shelly croaked. She pulled down her panties and put her
fingers back on her mound. Her pussy was soaked with her
arousal. It spasmed as she touched it and Shelly spread her legs
wider for better access. She no-longer cared that a bunch of
relative strangers was watching. They were irrelevant to her
little private drama.


Or were they? Wasn't she really doing this for them? Wasn't it
a turn-on that she was exciting these people? Ralph, Tanya,
Belinda and Sara reflected their feelings in little shuffles, in
their very silence. She spied Tanya giving her husband a little
rub on the front of his trousers. She saw a bulge that wasn't
there before, it aroused her more.


Shelly pushed a finger in and out of her pussy. With her other
hand, she rubbed her clit. She knew the camera couldn't be
getting a clear shot, but no-one seemed to mind. She gyrated her
hips as her arousal built up and up. 


"Ohhh!" Her moan was real, not forced or faked. She thought of
that time when Chris placed her hand at his bulge. He didn't
have a cock as big as Ralph appeared to have, but she thought it
was pretty exciting nevertheless.


She remembered it was slippery with lubrication and sweat. Her
hand slid over it as Chris guided her in the way he liked. He
panted, made little noises in the back of his throat. His cock
pulsed as it built up a good load. She knew what was about to
happen next. She was fascinated, and a little frightened all the
same.


"Uhhh," she grunted as her fingers became a blur.


"That's it, Baby!"


"Way to go, girl!"


She opened her eyes at the murmured voices. Tanya had Ralph's
trousers open and had his big dick in her hand. It tipped her
over the edge and she shut her eyes as the waves of her orgasm
overcame her.


"Unnhh," it hit her hard, "oohhh, oh fuck! Ooohhh!" she thrust
at her fingers with her hips. She lifted her arse off the chair
as if Chris's hard dick was thrusting hard into her and she
wanted to feel every inch.


'The tissue!' he'd gasped that night. She was a little too late
and the first gob of white fluid arched up and splattered
against the roof of the Mazda. 'Hurry!' he'd told her urgently
and she'd placed the Kleenex over the tip of his spurting cock.
They both laughed so hard afterwards that they'd almost
forgotten that Chris still had his pants off and she was topless
with her panties down her thighs.


He was paranoid the next day about the smell and the stains on
the roof of his precious car.


"Beautiful," they said.


"Great story!" Sara agreed, "amazing first time!"


Shelly opened her eyes, nervously. A warm feeling of pleasure,
satisfaction and accomplishment suffused through her.


"Where's Ralph and Tanya?" she asked Sara.


"Oh," she laughed, "they had to leave the room for a few
minutes."


--------------------------------------


Later, Belinda, Sara and Shelly went on to a bar. Shelly didn't
feel tired after the last hour or so's activity. In fact she
felt energised, liberated. She'd established a bond with these
two women. All three clicked, like silly sisters.


"We should get you laid," Belinda announced at the second bar.


"Who?" queried Sara.


"I was thinking, Andrew?"


"Yeah," Sara agreed, "he'd be just right for her!"


"What, is he and actor?" Shelly asked curiously. She was a
little drunk. Yes, she knew she shouldn't be drinking but she
made a mental note that this would be the last time.


"Hell no, not Andrew. He's a computer geek. Does all the
technical stuff for Ralph. He's really nice, though, just your
type I reckon."


"Yeah," Sara agreed, "he'd be perfect!"


"I don't know..." wined Shelly.


"Leave it to us. Let's have a party tonight, shall we? A
housewarming! Who can we ask, there's Andrew? What about Ralph
and Tanya?"


"Ben? He probably won't come, but then there's that hot new
guy..."


"Yeah!"


Shelly looked on as her two new friends organised things. They
both pulled out their phones and began ringing around. Soon they
had four or five close friends who'd agreed to come. They
included this Andrew.


-------------------------------------------


Around ten that evening, they all crashed back at Sara and
Shelly's. Belinda was visibly drunk and staggered around. Sara
had held her liquor well and was still lucid and steady on her
feet. Shelly had paced herself for the last couple of hours and
had sipped raspberry and lemonades.


She and Sara handled the guests as they arrived while Belinda
flopped on the low sofa, her legs carelessly wide apart.


Andrew was only a couple of years older than Shelly, around 20.
He was slim and good looking. Clearly the girls had listened
carefully to her description of her ideal type of man, Shelly
thought. He had a boyish kind of grin that reminded her of
Chris. He was taller, however, and his eyes darker. He wasn't
blond either, but had dark hair. Shelly thought he might have a
bit of Greek or Italian in him.


What Sara and Belinda hadn't explained, though, was that he had
a fetish for pregnant women. When he was introduced to Shelly,
his eyes popped and he remained glued to her the entire evening.


He wasn't particularly talkative. In fact, he seemed quite shy.
But he smiled disarmingly at the chatter, and at Shelly, in a
way that melted her. By 12 o'clock they were cuddling on the
sofa.


Elsewhere in the lounge, Belinda had flaked and Sara had taken
her to bed. She was cavorting with two guys in the corner,
giggling drunkenly as they tried to pull down her top. At last
they succeeded and they cheered loudly as her enhanced breasts
sprang into public view. She then did a slow strip on the coffee
table as the men clapped. Things were starting to get out of
hand as the guys began to stumble around trying to pull down
their own pants. Sara set up a chant of 'strip' and clapped and
cheered loudly.


Tacitly, Shelly and Andrew decided that it was time for a
little personal privacy and retreated to her room.


Once there, Andrew kissed her thoroughly until her head spun
with lust. His hands roved over her body, kneading and stroking,
while he pushed at her with his growing bulge.


After the excitement of the day she was so ready for this. She
felt so alive and sensuous. They day had brought back a lot of
happy memories for her. The session in the studio had awakened
her dormant desires.


Andrew laid her gently on the bed and began to take off his
clothes. Her mouth went dry as he peeled off each item of
clothing, one by one, until he was in his briefs. These, he
insisted, were for her to take off him. Shelly was only too
happy to oblige.


She stroked his bulge admiringly, before easing the briefs
carefully over his cock. She was right in her speculation, he
*was* bigger then Chris, by a good 50 percent.


It stared right at her and threaten to poke her in the face.
Andrew grinned as she felt his length and texture. She thought
he probably wanted her to suck him. She'd done it for Chris as a
special treat. She bent and kissed the tip. He sucked in his
breath and bent down to feel her full tits.


Shelly pulled gently on him while sucking on his knob. He
mauled her urgently and insisted she take off her clothes. As
she stood to disrobe, he lay on the bed, his pole sticking up
waving at her. Naked, she lay next to him. He hungrily devoured
her breasts, kissing and sucking on her nipples.


He maneuvred between her legs and rubbed his cock over her
moist pussy. They were on their sides facing each other, their
hands busy exploring and molesting. Shelly was open and ready
for him, had been all evening. When he poked at her, he found
her with ease and thrust his full length deep inside.


She draped her leg over his, then grabbed his arse with her
hands as he moved around inside her. Shelly felt so filled, the
biggest dick, she thought, that had ever travelled that route
with her. Crammed in, she felt it touched every part of her.
When he moved, it took her breath away.


He was slow at first, like he was seeking her out, testing her
limits. He tried to roll on top but her bump got in the way.
Instead, he got her on all fours. That way, he finished her with
short rapid thrusts. Roaring, he pounded his seed deep into her
womb as Shelly, sweating and shattered by the effort, was held
up like a rag doll by his firm hands on her hips.


Exhausted by the booze and the intensity of the sex, Andrew
spooned her to sleep. Her mind was empty, at rest. All
misgivings about this lifestyle had been driven away. She began
to look forward to the next job. Her last thought was of the
warm body nestled behind her. And of the squishy dick still
perched between her thighs.


Maybe, the next job she'll be working with a guy?


KATZMAREK(C)
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