(Fictional story)
(F-gang,inter,dp,dpp,creampie)
by shaggy77
As Penny lay in bed on her second wedding night, next to her second (and first) husband Leonard, several scenes of her young life flashed through her mind. The outdoor ceremony that day had gone off without a hitch and had created a wonderful memory. It had been presided over by her friend Bernadette and after the ceremony, her friend Amy had told her, "you are so lucky to have found a man who loves you so much he married you twice." It was kind of a joke, because before the wedding Penny had told Leonard jokingly that she always thought her second wedding would be for money. Laying there she realized how truly lucky she was: she was married to a man who worshiped her, she had great friends, good health, and a well-paying job. She was the most content that she had ever been.
It wasn't always that way, as she remembered the first day she had moved into apartment 4B; just across the hall from her now husband Leonard and his roommate Sheldon. Remembering it as if it were yesterday, she had been standing in her apartment unpacking, the door still open from carrying boxes up three flights of stairs (and she grinned remembering the story Leonard later told her about the elevator), when she had noticed Sheldon and Leonard standing in the hall staring at her. Greeting them with a friendly, "oh hi."
They had each responded with two "hi's" and then Leonard had said, "we don't mean to interrupt...we live across the hall."
She had assumed they were a couple and replied, "ohhh, that's nice."
Leonard had quickly recognized her inference and corrected her, "oh we don't live together...well we live together but in our own separate heterosexual bedrooms."
Remembering it clearly, she had introduced herself, "oh OK then, I guess I'm your new neighbor...Penny." Leonard had awkwardly introduced them and welcomed her to the building. After a couple uncomfortable moments, they had said goodbye and she closed her door. Two minutes later Leonard had knocked and invited her over to 4A for lunch. Immediately afterward she had gotten an inkling of how sweet Leonard was. He had invited her to use their shower, and offered to retrieve her TV from her scary ex-boyfriend. "Even way back then he was a sweetie," she thought.
His place was forever cemented in her heart when he returned from Kurt's apartment without the TV or his pants...and didn't even complain. She remembered wondering how anyone could be that sweet. Oh she was used to guys fawning all over her, trying to get into her panties, but this was different. He was truly...what was the word...chivalrous. That same day she had met the other members of the "Nerd 4." From the beginning, Howard had made her skin crawl with the way he openly leered at her; and Raj was just another sweetie. Over the years, with the help of his now wife Bernadette, Howard had mellowed somewhat and Raj seemed to have constant mood swings.
It wasn't always so satisfying though as she remembered arriving in Pasadena nearly five years earlier. She had been a fresh faced farm girl from Nebraska; not exactly off the turnip truck, but almost. Dreams of being a big Hollywood star filled her head as she hopped off the Trailways bus she had been on all the way from Omaha. Quickly she found that the cost of living in California was about threefold that of Nebraska and she only had enough money for a month's rent; not the three months she had counted on. Even though she went to every audition, she soon found that even small acting parts were very difficult to land and, desperate for money, she found herself as a waitress at the Cheesecake Factory.
When the pre-owned VW she had purchased broke down she reluctantly accepted a role in the dismal straight-to-video film: Serial Apeist. Penny had gone out of her way to avoid parts that called for topless scenes, but needed the money and assumed the movie would just disappear and no one would ever see it. She was wrong: ten minutes after meeting Howard, he had located it on YouTube, and she knew she would never live it down, but now just took it in stride.
A few months later she met Kurt at a party and soon they were living together. He was big, muscular and handsome; the type Penny always was attracted to, but she soon found out he had a dark side. For starters, the one muscle she cared most about had shrunk to the size of a cocktail wienie; no doubt the result of all the steroids he was constantly consuming and injecting. The drugs also triggered fits of rage and she was often afraid of returning to her own apartment. She wanted to move out but had been supporting both of them and again had no savings. Penny knew her situation was becoming dangerous and she needed a big paycheck soon so she could move out. Kurt, on numerous occasions, would slap her around and then profusely apologize for it.
She was so desperate to escape her situation before Kurt seriously injured her that, against her better judgement, she answered a casting call for an "adult" film. The casting office was in a large warehouse where numerous sets had been constructed and where several, what she would call "slutty" actresses waited to be interviewed. Looking around the room, she was convinced that, judging by looks alone, she was the most attractive candidate. One by one they were called into another office and as her turn approached, Penny realized she herself was just another "slutty" actress.
When it was her turn, she was greeted by an older white man with salt and pepper" wiry hair. He reminded her of the psychiatrist from the old TV show MASH. What was his name...Sidney...Sidney something. Anyway, he shook her hand and introduced himself as Mitch Goldman. He motioned for her to have a seat in a rather plush leather, of faux leather-she couldn't tell, chair where she sunk into the cushion. She had worn a short denim skirt for the interview; figuring it was porno so she really didn't have to try too hard to impress anyone; and when she crossed her marvelous long legs a vast expanse of thigh was exposed.
Mitch began, "hello Penny; I hope we can be on a first name basis; I have been in this business for a long time and just at first glance, I'm guessing that you came to Hollywood from Iowa with visions of becoming a star, and have since fallen on hard times."
"Nebraska actually," Penny corrected him, "but the rest is pretty accurate."
"Penny, I won't beat around the bush," Mitch continued, "what we do here is make adult films...x-rated movies straight to DVD and Blue-Ray. I also won't lie: you have the fresh faced innocent look that could make you a star in this business...and a lot of money."
Now while Penny had reluctantly resigned herself to making maybe one movie, she certainly had no intention of making it her career, but she wasn't about to tell him that and close the door completely. "Go on," she told him.
"I am the Director of a whole series of films with the theme of Blacks On Blondes," Mitch elaborated, "which as you might guess features well-endowed black men having sex with attractive blondes. Are you still interested?"
Now Penny had never had sex with a black man before but had, of course, heard all the stories about their size and had always wondered if it was true. "I'm interested," she assured him, mental pictures of naked black men flashing through her mind.
"Great," Mitch smiled, "now as you know this is a business and my goal is to make money, you definitely have the face but I have to be certain that you have the body and talent to make a profitable film. Would you object to showing me your body?"
Thinking to herself that she usually at least gets a free dinner before having to take her clothes off, Penny immediately stood up, and without verbally answering, she reached down, grasped the bottom of her shirt and proceeded to pull it up over her head and toss it in her chair. Never hesitating, she reached behind her, unclasped the wispy pale blue lace bra she had worn that day and let the straps slide down her arms revealing her magnificent breasts. They were totally firm, not a trace of sag, and were a full 35 C with large rosy elliptical areola capped with gumdrop sized nipples.
"Very nice," Mitch complimented her, "very nice indeed." Penny smiled because her breasts were her pride and joy...they had been responsible for many free drinks in many bars over the years. They barely jiggled as she unzipped her skirt and let in drop to the floor. Now clad only in the skimpiest of matching lace bikini panties, she knew she better act quickly or lose her nerve. Hooking her thumbs under the sides of her underwear, she pushed them down to her feet and kicked them aside. Standing in the middle of the room completely nude except for her blue five-inch heels, she was a vision of loveliness. Breathtaking actually, the way her thigh gap highlighted her perfect camel-toe. She had shaved her mound completely except for a small dark-blond landing-strip just about her opening.
Her slit was like a coin slot between two peach halves as her plump labia surrounded it. Penny even did a pirouette so that Mitch could get the full effect. Her ass cheeks were perfectly round and firm; her yoga paying dividends. "I think you would do nicely...very believable," Mitch announced as he surveyed her naked body. "Have a seat Penny while we discuss some of the details," he instructed her. She wanted desperately to put her clothes back on, but he didn't seem to want that, so she just sat back down, making sure to cross her legs.
Leaning back against the desk right in front of her, Mitch continued: "since you're new to this business I want you to understand the pay structure. Your base salary would be seven thousand dollars for the film. Each sex act would be an additional thousand, plus bonuses for each extreme act such as double-penetration, double-pussy-penetration and so forth. Blow jobs are a mere five hundred. Also, if you are still interested, you will walk away today with a one thousand dollar bonus for an audition. You see I still need to know that you can handle your co-stars." He paused, waiting for her response.
"Today," she thought, "I didn't expect anything today...but if I have to, I guess by being here I'm already committed." "I'm still interested," she blurted out, visions of dollar signs in her head.
"OK then," Mitch remarked as he reached for the intercom button and instructed his secretary, "Brigit, send in Derek, please." "He will be one of the actors in the film," he told her, "while we're waiting I'll tell you a little about the movie. Basically the story-line is this: you are a wealthy stay-at-home wife who is the victim of a home invasion. There will be five invaders and they will force you to have sex with them." There was a knock on the door, "come on in Derek."
