Chapter Six: The Porn business
Marilyn had taken Ella to her favourite London wine bar, tucked away in a courtyard accessible only via a secluded alley at the foot of Pentonville Road. For anyone other than the regulars, it would have been all too easy to miss the entrance altogether. But then its privacy just added to the feel of exclusivity that oozed out of the rustic bar.
The Andalucían-themed Bar Pepito, with its candelabra and bare-brick walls, had room for only four or five tables, but the intimate atmosphere created was perfect for what Marilyn had in mind. Their lunchtime meeting was the next step in guiding and manipulating Ella towards her inevitable destination.
Normally, she would have waited a little longer but this was too good an opportunity to miss. She was doing a cameo appearance in a porn movie currently under production and was on set this afternoon. Ella wouldn't be able to resist when she invited her to watch.
As with so many others, manoeuvring the little hottie towards the sleazier side of the business had been like taking candy from a baby. Marilyn adored the way an unsuspecting new girl, if handled in the right way, was always so susceptible to her suggestions.
But unlike those other occasions, this girl was destined for the top...
If the last few weeks had taught her anything, it was that Ella's uninhibited sexual appetite constantly needed feeding. Once she'd persuaded the young brunette to attend the shoot—simply to watch what went on, of course—it would be a short step to turn her from interested observer to eager participant.
The movie production side was profit-making in its own right, naturally enough, but it also perfectly complimented their more legitimate front of a modelling agency. That way, the highly profitable escort side could flourish, too. Their rich and influential clients liked to fuck slutty porn stars as well as their more virtuous looking legitimate models.
And when a girl fell into both categories their fee could be doubled or even tripled, in the right circumstances.
The Sheik would be in England next week and his visit would be Ella's first taste of escort work. That was a given, even if her young charge didn't know it, as yet. Marilyn would make sure of that. And after that experience, well, the Sheik would be the first of many.
But that was only the start. Marilyn had high expectations for the bubbly, effervescent girl. Everything that had happened since she'd picked her up on that Dubai beach had confirmed her initial thoughts. Ella's mind and her body were both made for sex and she had the potential to be their best recruit yet.
The young brunette remained blissfully unaware for now, and once Marilyn had her where she wanted, there would be no turning back.
She listened intently, those stunning brown eyes wide with wonder as Marilyn carefully introduced her to the other side of the business. The girl's combination of naive innocence and yet molten-hot sexuality was such a turn on that if she hadn't been due on set, Marilyn would have had to take her home and fuck her there and then.
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"You're kidding me," Ella gushed, trying to take in everything Marilyn had explained.
Their eyes met over the rim of her half full wine glass. Half full? When she'd met her woman in Dubai, Ella had been feeling like a half empty kind of person. What a difference a few weeks made.
She'd finally ended her dying relationship with Marc, changed her career, become a model with the Secret Fantasies agency, was earning more money than she could ever have dreamed about, and her sex life couldn't be more varied or fulfilled.
She chuckled to herself. What more could a girl want?
"You do porn films?" she gushed again, blinking hard in her excitement.
It wasn't easy to take in what her friend was saying. Why hadn't her blonde lover ever mentioned the film unit before? Or that Marilyn had actually appeared in those sorts of movies.
"You've never told me..."
The raised blonde eyebrow made Ella glance around them. She hadn't realised she'd spoken so loudly that, in the tight intimacy of the bar, people were beginning to stare. She giggled before lowering her voice and continuing.
"Well you haven't..."
"There are lots of things you don't know about me, darling," Marilyn whispered breathily.
The soft tone to her voice made Ella shiver. So did the way the blonde nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders as if appearing in porn was the most normal thing in the world. Marilyn never failed to surprise her, but she hadn't been expecting anything as exciting as this. She opened her mouth to speak again but in truth, she wasn't really totally sure what to say. Eventually she came up with just the one question.
"Tell me all about it, please."
Marilyn swirled the remaining wine in her glass, pausing for effect. Some of the girls she'd previously taken to this stage had been shocked and had almost stormed out when she'd raised the subject. It had taken a while to win them back again. But not this one. Ella's brown eyes were as wide as saucers and they were gleaming with curiosity. She wanted to know everything. Perfect.
"When I was first told of it," she continued, starting to draw pictures in the girl's mind. "I couldn't believe how much money it paid. You think modelling pays well? It's nothing compared to the movie business. And the sex is fabulous, darling. The men are all stallions, you know, and you can't imagine what a thrill being fucked on camera is."
If such a thing were possible, Ella's eyes widened even further. The thing was, she could imagine it. She'd always been an exhibitionist, and not just in public either. Over the years, she'd loved watching herself in the mirror whilst she was fucking one guy or another; or masturbating while glancing at her reflection, imagining she was being watched. It had been a turn on for her ever since she could remember.
However ... she was pretty sure that something like this wasn't the right move for her. Despite her unrestrained attitude to sex, she had been brought up in heavily Christian household and as exciting as the thought was, actually appearing in porn went against the grain. What would people think?
Still ... Marilyn was a respectable member of society, wasn't she? And she was putting up a convincing rationale...
"The way I see it," her blonde mentor continued, "When you're beautiful and have a great body, like us, it's essential to live our lives to the full. Life is all about different experiences, don't you think, and being absurdly well paid for them is just a bonus."
Ella's dreamy eyes stared vacantly into space as the pictures formed in her mind. She could feel the heat forming between her thighs and was certain that she looked flushed. The thought of being thoroughly fucked by some muscular Adonis while the cameras closed in, capturing every expression on her perspiring face, was unbelievably hot. When she glanced at Marilyn, the blonde was grinning at her as if she'd been able to read every thought in her dirty little mind.
