Chapter 10: Starts with a Bang
The four dorm mates sat on one side of the conference table. Across from them sat Vaasanaa, the woman who'd called Kelly, and two of her colleagues. The women looked like they could be her older sisters, or maybe a bit older. But all South Asian women looked younger than they actually were to Kelly. Their skin was enviably good. Vaasanaa was a tall, severe-looking and beautiful woman. She introduced her colleagues. "This is Ratidaa, head of our engineering department." The engineer was a petite woman, delicately pretty behind large high power glasses. She scowled at Kelly and ignored the others. "This is Lataa, head of our customer service. She's the one you'll be working most closely with. That is, if you choose to work with us." Lataa was a curvy woman. She looked much friendlier than the other two. Kelly was happy about that. "In case you're wondering," said Vaasanaa. "The three of us founded Sirius Cybernetics together right out of college, the University of Delhi."
Becky Ann asked, "Is it true you used Scott, you know Kelly's boyfriend Scott, as a model for... you know... the DEVICE?"
"You mean Scott Miller?" asked Vaasanaa. Then, looking at Kelly, "Scott is your boyfriend? But..."
"Yes, he is," Ratidaa growled. "Let's move on."
"That's so cool!" said Becky Ann. Since she was on a roll, she said, "The real thing feels much better. I shouldn't have said that. I meant, in your hand, I mean my hand. I'll shut up now."
"You too?" Ratidaa scowled at Becky Ann. "The man slut."
"To be fair, we all touched it," said Julie. Beth hid her face in her hands, mortified.
"That's right," said Kelly. "I came back to my dorm room, and these three skanks had a hold of my boyfriend's dick. I believe I can call you all, in good conscience, skanks for that. Anyways, he got a talking to, you'd better believe."
"You broke up with him?" Ratidaa asked hopefully.
"No, he's a charmer," said Kelly. Ratidaa returned to her scowl.
"Kelly told us we'd each get one, you know, of the devices, just for coming to talk," said Beth.
"Uh, well, okay," Vaasanaa smiled. She got three Vibro-Thrusts out of a cabinet in the conference room's credenza. She slid them across the conference table to the girls. The three girls looked at the boxes like new love was right on the horizon.
"To be in our instructional video," said Lataa, "we'd like to offer you each two thousand dollars."
"I'm in!" said Becky Ann, grinning at her Vibro-Thrust all new in its box.
"Wait, ladies," said Kelly. "Let a professional handle this. I don't want you making the same mistakes I did." She asked Lataa, "No faces or other distinguishing features will appear in the video, correct?"
"None of you have any distinctive birthmarks or tattoos?" asked Lataa. The girls all shook their heads. "Then no, you'll all be completely anonymous, I assure you."
"It's anonymous and pays two thousand dollars? I'm in!" Julie grinned.
"It would really be ideal to have all four of you," said Lataa.
The three girls looked expectantly at Beth. "Well... I suppose to do the Lord's work I must be with sinners rather than saints. I'll do it."
"When can we start?" asked Becky Ann, dollar signs in her eyes.
"We could start shooting right now, if you all have time," said Lataa. "Give us an hour to set up the studio."
Kelly looked at her cohort, who were all nodding. "Okay, let's start right now if you feed us dinner," Kelly said.
"You've got a deal," said Lataa.
What followed were several afternoons of shooting that extended into the late evenings, sometimes after midnight. Although most days each of the four girls would get scenes, there was a lot of waiting in between. A lot of waiting. The girls brought homework to the shoots to stay busy. The girls had to remain nude on the set in case they were needed for a scene. Luckily the set was kept nice and warm.
It was an environment filled with distractions. There was one of the four of them orgasming her heart out on a Vibro-Thrust. There was one cameraman and one camerawoman. There were producers, script people, and who-knows-whatsis people all milling around while these orgasms were happening. Many of these people, mostly men, but some women, were openly masturbating.
Beth asked Lataa, "All these people touching themselves, it's unseemly. Is it necessary?"
Lataa stopped masturbating herself for a moment to explain. "This is an adult film crew. We need them because of their expertise in shooting scenes like these. We need them to capture the energy and allure of the device. You and your friends are doing great. Trust me, this is the way things are done. It's critical that we maintain an atmosphere of horniness and open sexual abandon."
Beth approached Kelly about it. "What is going on here?"
Kelly confirmed, "Oh yeah, she's absolutely right. While Martin was filming Scott and me, he jerked off. When he finished, he nearly hit me with his stuff. I was distracted from that, you can imagine. I didn't know whether it was just him, but I guess it's practically everyone behind the scenes. Looks like the sound girl isn't playing with herself."
"That's one sane person, at least," said Beth.
Milling around all these crewpeople was a young hardworking lass of Indian extraction who always had a smile for everyone. She brought coffee, donuts, and other goodies. But mostly, she sucked the dicks or licked the pussies of anyone who wanted it, just like that. Lataa said she was the "fluffer," another staple of an adult video set. Lataa explained, "You ladies never need it. But say one of you needs to shoot a scene and is not very excited about it. Say it's the end of a long night of shooting. It's Utsaah's job to get you in the mood and keep you in the mood. We need her here. Because guaranteed, if we hadn't hired her for this, very bad karma. One of you girls would need her, and everything would grind to a halt."
One night, Beth was particularly restless. She'd done all her homework and crosswords besides. The tall slender ebony bible-thumper hadn't got a turn on the Vibro-Thrust all day. She'd watched countless men of all shapes and sizes touch themselves. When they finished they'd grunt and ejaculate into their used coffee cup or some other convenient receptacle. Sometimes Utsaah would be there to help and swallow. All this observation of horniness and orgasming with no release herself was driving Beth up the wall.
Beth wandered off to use the restroom, and Kelly kept an eye on her. The restrooms were in a dark corner of the set. Before Beth got there, Utsaah intercepted her. Kelly knew what Utsaah was asking her. Did she need anything, anything at all? There was a low couch there in the semi-darkness. Utsaah led Beth over to the couch and pushed her into a sitting position. Utsaah then fell gracefully to her haunches, grabbed both Beth's legs, and snacked on Beth's vulva.
Beth immediately clapped both hands over her mouth to stifle a cry. Within a minute, she was buried in the couch and shaking like an epileptic under Utsaah's expert ministrations. Kelly supposed it made sense they would hire an expert lesbian to help with the shoot. Beth sure seemed to be having some nasty, nasty fun over there. Kelly looked back to her math homework. She wanted to give her friend a bit of privacy in which to handle her restlessness.
By Thursday evening, Lataa had plenty of footage. Each of the girls was paid her two thousand dollars with a $200 bonus. They could wrap the shoot early because the four girls had been so reliably excitable and orgasmic.
