There are three kinds of secrets in Hollywood: the kind that the tabloids and the media know about, the kind that directors, producers, and agents know about, and the kind that only the celebrities themselves know about. Dirty Movies is one of the third kind. Spreading only through word of mouth from actress to actress, starlet to starlet, Dirty Movies is a production company founded solely for one reason: so that the gorgeous young ladies who graced screens and made hit singles could act out their nastiest, raunchiest sexual fantasies on film for their own private collections, to be shared only on the drunkest of nights with others also "in the know". No one quite knows the full story of how Dirty Movies came into being, nor how their logistics works in terms of fulfilling every one of their client's personal fantasies, but they manage to provide for everyone, and no one has ever been disappointed by their service.
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The movie opens up on a shot of Brian, gazing into the camera. It's clear that he's the one holding it, given the closeness of the shot and the slight shakiness of the frame, thus reinforcing the "amateur footage" feel of the movie. "Hey, everybody," he says. "Megan and I are getting ready to leave for the airport, our flight to Brazil takes off in a few hours, and, uh..." He pauses, not knowing what to say next, and gives the camera a slight shrug before turning it around to face forward, showing that Brian is standing in the hallway by the front door. "Hey, Megan, are you ready yet?"
"Almost," comes her reply from another room. Brian points the camera towards the luggage sitting a few feet away. It isn't much, just a couple of rollaway bags and duffels. "This is everything we're taking to Brazil," he says, narrating once more. "We're spending about a week and a half there...let's see what Megan's bringing."
He moves over to one of the bags and unzips it partly, showing neatly folded clothing. "We've got pretty much the standard fare here: T-shirts, jeans, shorts...but look." He reaches inside and pushes the clothing to one side, revealing a small cache of dildos and vibrators ranging in all sizes. A quick peek into her other bag reveals more of the same; underneath the camouflage of clothing are more sex toys, including cock rings, anal beads, and a couple of huge strap-ons. "Look at that," Brian says with a chuckle. "Guess Megan's looking to have fun on our trip."
"Any reason why you're going through my things?" Megan's voice interrupts him, and he swings the camera around to look at her, the dark-haired actress standing in front of him with arms folded, but the annoyance on her face only mocking, more playful than genuine.
"Just giving the viewers a look at what you like to bring when you travel," Brian responds with a laugh, and Megan rolls her eyes and sticks out her tongue at him at the camera. "We ready to go?"
"I was, until you opened my bags," Megan replies, smirking a bit as she zips them closed. "C'mon, put that thing down and let's go, the taxi's outside waiting."
"Hang on," Brian says as Megan pulls her bags towards the door and opens it. "We're going to be there more than a week, but you've only got enough clothing for four or five days. What about the rest of the time?"
Megan looks back over her shoulder at him and the camera, her eyebrows raised suggestively. "What do you think?" She punctuates this with a slight shake of her ass.
Brian lets out a laugh. "I knew there was a good reason I married you." Megan smacks his shoulder, laughing as well.
The movie jumps to a shot inside the taxi, where Brian is sitting in the backseat. He has the camera pointed towards the front, where Megan is leaning over the driver from the passenger seat. Her head bobs up and down his lap, giving the cabbie a sloppy blowjob as wet slurping sounds can be heard. "We're here at the airport," Brian announces. "Megan's paying for our ride here—this covers the fare, right?" The cabbie says something indistinct, but it appears to be in the affirmative, as he grunts and pushes Megan's head onto his crotch, his hips thrusting upwards a few times before he groans in pleasure and holds her head in place, clearly spurting his seed into her talented mouth. Megan dutifully swallows his load and gives the wilting shaft a few last licks before sitting up, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "Thanks for the ride," she says, getting out of the cab and going around to the open trunk to retrieve their luggage. Brian claps the cabbie on the back as he also gets out from the cab.
The movie jumps forward again, this time to inside the airport where Brian and Megan are going through airport security. Brian has already gone through and is waiting for Megan, who is about to be patted down by airport security. The camera points towards her as a male TSA agent who looks to be in his mid-forties approaches and tells her to assume to position. Megan complies, standing with her arms and legs apart, looking at him calmly as he proceeds to check her, lingering a moment too long on her breasts before working his way down. He pauses as he gets to her crotch, apparently feeling something through the denim of her jeans. He gives Megan a look, who only raises an eyebrow in return.
The TSA agent calls another officer, a younger male, over to assist and he runs through the pat-down as well, also finding a point of interest in the crotch of Megan's jeans. A third agent, this one a pretty blonde, joins them and the three agents pat Megan down very thoroughly, their hands running over every square inch of her body. Some attention is drawn to the back of her jeans as well, and by now a small crowd of patrons is starting to notice the extremely invasive search. Megan continues to stand there, not once changing her posture, a lazy smirk on her face.
Finally Brian makes his way over. "Is there a problem here, Officers?"
The older male turns to Brian, his face somewhat flushed. "Sir, you and your wife will need to come with us, please."
"What for?"
"We need to do a...a more thorough search, " the agent responds, and the other two nod.
