Author's Note: First, this isn't meant to be disrespectful to Miss King or her "supposed" actions. I'm not saying it was a bad life choice, or even a dumb one; it was just one she made at the time that she felt was necessary as a means to an end. Could she have made another choice that was better? Yeah, maybe. I don't know anything about her life or the circumstances leading up to her decision, so I can't make that call, nor can many other people. Just got to try and live with the choices you've made. In all honesty, though, I do hope she's able to move on from this and regain whatever passes for normal in her life.
On another note, I haven't seen the full movie, just edited clips. It's all right, not great, in my opinion. But in any case, I've just extrapolated what I could from what I saw into this story, so I hope it's not too far off-base from what qualities we saw of her in the actual movie.
In short, this story really just came out of an idea I had after hearing the news about it. From what I've read of her online, she seems like a well-adjusted young woman who just decided to shoot a porn for her own reasons. So I figured, why not run with that?
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It seemed strange for Melissa King to think that only a week ago her life was on the up-and-up: she had made her state proud by being crowned Miss Delaware Teen USA, thus qualifying her for a chance to be Miss Teen USA, she was going to a good college in pursuit of a career she desired with a partial scholarship, and she was set on accomplishing everything she wanted to in life.
But then someone had found the movie she'd done. And then someone had told TMZ about it. And after that the house of cards had started coming down around her.
To be credit, Melissa had always known that other people would see her movie; she'd signed the release authorizing it for public consumption, after all. What she didn't count on was someone recognizing and outing her to the entire country about it. After all, she hadn't used her name or labeled her hometown or state during the shoot. Yes, she had let it slip that she'd been in beauty pageants before, but how many porn girls (amateur or otherwise) had claimed to do the same thing? Hell, a lot of them probably said that to gain more appeal (which, actually, she had also done for that reason—but at least she had been truthful about it).
So Melissa tried her best to do damage control, having to deny, deny, deny that the girl in the movie was indeed her, not even in the slightest, even though she and everyone could see the truth. And in the end she had had to resign her crown, accepting that she'd gone from famous to infamous in a matter of days. Fortunately, though she had a number of detractors, she also had a good number of supporters, defending her choices and standing on her side in the whole debacle, as well as wishing her luck in future endeavors.
Though she was still trying valiantly to get her life back on track and would by no means call this part of it a high point, some small, hidden part of her sighed in relief: at least they hadn't found the other movie she'd done...
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Melissa sat up straight on the couch, trying to quell her feelings of apprehension as she watched the production crew setting up in front of her, the cameras, lights, and microphones being turned on and adjusted while the director spoke quietly to their respective tech hands, giving them instructions. To one side she could see her "castmates": four large men, each of them relatively handsome, their bodies built and toned to some degree. One was white, another Hispanic, and the remaining two black. All of them were chatting casually with each other, while occasionally giving her looks of appraisal—clearly Melissa was at least one topic of conversation. They seemed to approve, as one of the black men flashed her a white-toothed smile and a wink.
Blushing, Melissa looked down at her hands folded in her lap. In some part of her mind she still couldn't believe she was doing this again. Hell, she still couldn't believe she was doing this at all. If someone had come up to her a year or even six months ago and told her she'd be doing porn shoots in the near future, she would have laughed or slapped them across the face. Maybe both. She wasn't a prude by any means, having lost her virginity years before and engaged in some similar activity since with other boyfriends, but something like doing porn...that was entirely out of her head as a future option.
But that had been then, before the bills for competing in the Miss Delaware Teen USA pageant had begun piling up in her mailbox, amounts that ran into the hundreds for her dresses, hair, makeup, and other necessities. Not to mention having to pay for her pageant coach, her hair stylist, her makeup artist, plus the fees to participate in the pageant itself—in short, Melissa owed quite a bit of money, money she didn't have readily available when it came time to collect.
So Melissa thought long and hard about what she had to do. Then she went online, searched around until she found a suitable website, searched a bit more, then picked up the phone and dialed the number listed.
Her first shoot hadn't been as intimidating as she'd expected; the crew involved had been small (not even half a dozen people, her male co-star included) due to it being part of an "amateur" website, there'd been a brief interview with some basic questions that weren't too probing (though she'd told the site frontrunners about her participation in the pageant while initially applying to make her sound more appealing, they'd been kind enough to only allude to it while on-camera), and she had sex with a reasonably attractive guy not that much older than her who had agreed to wear a condom. Though she was no stranger to it, the facial at the end had only been a little uncomfortable, but she was able to wash it off as soon as the cameras cut. Everyone there had been pleasant to her for the time she'd been there, and she'd walked away with a few hundred, enough to start paying back what she owed.
But she was still far short of the full amount, and the website didn't make a habit of shooting with repeat girls, claiming it took away from the "amateur" feel. Plus, the amount they paid out would be about the same she'd received the first time, meaning she would have had to keep going back and shooting for more.
Fortunately the website owners knew other people in the skin-flick business who could pay more for a shoot, though it would also require more of Melissa as well. They put her in touch with another production company, who also did shoots of a similar nature and feel, but went a lot further with the girls who participated. Melissa had sat down with them a week ago and, after hearing of her money concerns, laid it out honestly what she would have to do to get the payday she needed. They were blunt but not unkind about it, and told Melissa that, while she didn't have to agree to do any of the things they mentioned, doing them would ensure a higher pay and a debt cleared out sooner rather than later.
Melissa was an intelligent young woman, who normally could tell when people were trying to pull one on her, and it seemed like this production team was being professional and truthful with her. This was again to her surprise, as they were not like the sleazy porn companies she'd read about in her research. Melissa told them she'd sleep on it and promised to contact them in a couple of days.
She'd ended up calling back the next day, as she realized that she really did need the money sooner rather than later. And...truth be told...Melissa had actually kind of enjoyed her previous porn shooting experience. The sex had been good, of course, but it was also the kinky thrill of being filmed that got to her, one that she hadn't imagined she would have. There was something about the naughtiness of it that made her loins wet for days after it had been over. She'd wondered briefly if it was the implicit idea that while she was getting naked and fucking a complete stranger on camera, millions of other strangers would be watching this online and jerking off to it—or rather, to her. That thought made her pussy tingle even more, and she wasted no more time in calling to set up her next shoot.
Now, dressed in a simple yet stylish-looking blouse and jeans, she tried to focus on how good she had felt during and after her first shoot, as well as the amount of money she'd be getting after this shoot was done. This helped ease her tension a bit, and she looked back at her male co-stars. They definitely weren't unattractive to her, and as a couple of them glanced over at her again she offered a smile and brushed her hair back behind one ear. That got her some smiles in return, which lessened her nervousness further still. What she was expected to do during the shoot was not unfamiliar to her, as one of her previous boyfriends had convinced her bit by bit to be more daring in their sexual escapades, and she had found that she'd enjoyed herself when doing so. All her boyfriends had been white, though, so the interracial angle of the shoot was going to be new for her. She wondered if what they said about black men's cocks were true...
As she mused on this, the crew finished setting up and the director clapped his hands for quiet. "Okay, guys, we're all good to go!" He looked over at Melissa. "Ready?"
Beating down the last of her anxiety, Melissa took a moment to steel herself before nodding.
The director motioned for a camera to start recording and the shoot began, the director starting to interview her as Melissa had been expecting.
"Hello there, beautiful."
Melissa smiled at his words. "Hi."
