Annette, Gwen, and David sat in the offices of
Show Us Your Wits
productions, pitching and workshopping ideas for new porn videos.
"So, I want to play around with the old cable guy trope," Annette said.
"No," Gwen said.
"Hear me out: This won't be a bored housewife, this will be a woman calling about her broadband because she works at home -"
"No," Gwen said.
"But the guy soon figures out 'work from home' means she's a cam girl," Annette said.
"No," Gwen said.
"And as they do it, they accidentally live stream it, the guy gets fired, but he's so popular he becomes a porn star," Annette said.
"No means no," Gwen said.
"Why not? I mean, this is not so far off on how you and David met when you first came to LA to do porn," Annette said.
"David was a frustrated director working baggage return for an airline. He actually contributed to helping society. Internet service technicians are on my Do Not Fuck list," Gwen said.
"That's a bit extreme," Annette said.
"I hate Internet companies, okay? They are entrenched monopolies that put out a shit service that we rely on, especially cam girls, and the last thing I want porn to do is show a fantasy world where incompetents are rewarded. Think about it, the pizza guy is at least bringing food, and the plumber didn't cause the drain to clog," Gwen said.
"I've been on the receiving end of her spoken word manifesto about how everyone at the internet service providers should be labeled unfuckable until they start delivering on their promises," David said.
"So, something like the play
Lysistrata
?" Annette asked.
"Less a sex strike than they get BDSM style whipped until they fix their broken systems," Gwen said.
"What about a cuckold video?" Annette said.
"I mean, what's the angle? Who am I banging instead?" Gwen asked.
"Well, there are a lot of other countries with better Internet," Annette said.
She searched a list and found some.
"Imagine shaming him with a gangbang of dudes representing those countries," Annette said.
"I haven't done a gangbang yet," Gwen said.
"True, because you said you haven't found the right story," Annette said.
"Okay, but who would the guy be? I can't be cuckolding Lars Yeats or any other attractive porn star. It would make the IT guys look hot," Gwen said.
"There is this guy Milton Crapo," Annette said.
"Never heard of him. What a terrible name," Gwen said.
"That's the point. He's in gay porn. His schtick is that he can make his cock get erect or go limp on command. He mostly plays sad sacks being cucked by younger studs, and sometimes in lesbian porn as the sad sack husband who can't please his wife, so a butch lesbian has to take over," Annette said.
"How did you learn about him?"
"I am a female comedian who appears non-nude in porn in sassy, funny roles. I've got a lot of gay friends, and they love to share their favorite porn with me," Annette said.
"I'd have to see his work," Gwen said.
They sat down and watched a compilation about his work.
"He does pull of sad, gross, and creepy," Gwen said.
"He's actually a sweetheart in person, he just knows the roles he's good for," Annette said.
"As long as he doesn't mind being tied to a chair and humiliated," Gwen said.
"Please, that's vanilla compared to the humiliation videos he's done," Annette said, bringing up an extreme BDSM video.
#
They spent a week on the script, working to get the right mix of male talent for the scene. Gwen made sure to invest a lot in the script, as it would be the most intense thing she had ever done.
"Are you ready for this?" David asked her as he set up the lighting.
"I am," Gwen said, "I mean, most I've done before is a DP. All three holes to spite a despicable villain will be a stretch."
"Better get you stretches in. You got five dudes to please," David said.
"Six, counting my director," Gwen said, giving him a kiss.
"This may be the last kiss you give me before you are hosed down twice," David said.
"Twice?" Gwen asked.
"First with cum, then to clean the cum off," David said.
#
The scene began with a POV shot of the IT guy. His vision blurs and comes into focus.
The scene cuts out to Milton Crapo, tied to a chair by cables. He wears a work uniform, but his pants and underpants are pulled down.
"Hello, internet tech. Do you remember me?" Gwen says, walking into the room.
"Uh, yeah. I was here to fix your cable. You needed it done quick, and I, ugh, offered an arrangement," he said.
Gwen smacks him across the face.
"You saw I was a cam girl and tried to extort sex to do the job you should have done already," Gwen said.
She walks around him. His eyes follow worriedly.
"Now, why should I reward bad work with sex? That only incentives incompetency. Hell, how can I trust you can even keep your dick up when you can't even keep my Internet up?" Gwen said.
She grabs at his limp member and begins stroking it. Milton tenses up as his cock hardens.
"Ooh, if only my Internet could boot up as fast," Gwen says, "But when I really need it..."
Gwen drops to her knees and as soon as she puts her mouth on his dick, it begins to go down.
"Pathetic. You want to know the truth? American Internet guys, from the CEO down to the tech, are just unfuckable. It's like somehow you all joined a secret club of shame that is also your employment," Gwen says.
Gwen steps away.