The following is a work of fiction, and all the characters depicted are over the age of 18.
"I love it! I fucking love it!" Lauren proclaimed. We were sitting together on the couch watching our movie on the big flat screen in the living room. Maria had spent the night after our filming editing the film, and it flowed without any of the awkward transitions we might have expected.
"Lauren, this is solid," I said. "I don't think anyone would confuse this with some homemade amateur tape. And Maria, you're a good director. And that voice you use when you're interviewing her in the beginning, so sexy."
"I feel good about it," Maria said. "No sense in wasting time, Lauren, why don't you take it over to your porno guy."
"About that," Lauren said, "I don't know. I wonder what would happen if we just posted it on one of those streaming video sites. I'd kind of like see what sort of reaction it gets first."
Maria thought and said, "Well, we can do whatever you want. But if you're planning on posting it on the internet, first I'm going to have to edit out the ending where I'm eating cum off your face."
Later that day, the girls posted the video on a streaming video site. We didn't know what to expect. We spent the rest of the week going back to our normal routine. We went to work, came home, ate, slept, and fucked. Lauren stayed with us all week, sleeping in the guest room. When her boyfriend finally returned from his trip later that week, she left. She was gone for two days, left him, and moved into our spare bedroom on Saturday. I don't know how long she held onto her apartment, but every time she came over it seems like she was carrying a few new things.
The Saturday she came back, she carried with her a single suitcase and a liquor store box. "I brought champagne!" she announced. "We have to celebrate. I have something to show you guys." She popped a bottle open and poured three coffee mugs of champagne. "Where's your laptop?" she asked. Maria sipped and pointed to the kitchen table. Lauren opened the computer and did a search for our video.
"Look!" she said, beckoning us impatiently.
I approached the table and looked at the screen. Below our video, there was a very large number which I read aloud, "Two million, six-hundred and seventy-five thousand, three hundred and thirteen views."
"Holy shit!" Maria yelped. "If you go back for a second interview with that porn guy now, I think you're going to be able to name your price."
"I know," Lauren said, "But it's also got me thinking. Why don't I just make my own website? I've been looking into it, and if I start a subscription site and monetize it with ads, and people visit it like they've been watching me all week, I can make a boatload of money. We can make a boatload of money."
She had a point. We spent the weekend talking about the idea, reading everything we could about the business. By the middle of next week, I was having a friend of mine help us register our company. Everything began to move very fast after that. If we had waited and thought about it a little more, maybe we wouldn't have gone through with it. But we were young and full of energy. We had a month left before fall semester began, and we decided to dedicate ourselves to becoming pornographers.
Things accelerated so fast, in fact, that at first I thought maybe Lauren was using us as a springboard to launch her own career. However, it soon became clear that Maria was the one who was really in charge. I had contacts to help guide us through all the legal shit and advise us about how to approach things, but she had the master plan. She knew how to design and run a website, two very different talents that don't often come in one package. She knew how to write, direct, shoot a scene, and edit video. Those were just her technical skills. Like I said, she had a plan. As soon as Lauren floated the idea of starting our own site, the gears started turning in Maria's head.
She called us to the kitchen table and spelled things out: "Ok. We now have a legal business, over which we all exercise joint control. I've designed the site, and it's been through a trial run. Everything works. But we're not ready to launch it yet."
"Why not? The video is crazy popular. It's gotten up to over three million hits," Lauren said.
Maria continued, "Because we're not ready. For this to work, we have to develop content. We're going to use your video to draw fans to the site, and it's going to work. But if people click through to our site and there's nothing there but a picture of you, what's the point? We need to shoot more videos first, and we need to get new girls. I've come up with a timeline that should allow us to open up in three weeks, but it's going to require a lot of work."
"Three weeks?" I asked. "I've got to go back to school in five weeks, what the hell can we get done before then?"
"That depends on you guys," Maria said. "It can't work unless we agree to work together and do the following: first, Lauren, we need to get you and Dan on film every day, or at least every other day. The more the better, but Dan needs his strength. Second, we'll need to add new girls as quickly as possible. We're never going to get off the ground if all we have is video of you two. Lauren, that's your job. You need to do whatever you can to get girls to come in for auditions: test the waters at ballet practice, post on the web, and keep going to your club job."
"That's your main job, Lauren," she continued, "because if you could manage to talk me into have sex with you, then you're the best at it. But it's not just your job, we all need to keep it in mind that we'll need fresh talent. That's important. That's our one big advantage over the competition; we're harmless. We're young, hot, and charming. And Dan's got a big dick. There are nearly half a million girls living in this city between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five. How many of them are going to be more comfortable making a video with us than with a room full of greasy fifty-year-olds? All of them. At least if we pay them."
Lauren and I nodded. Maria said, "That brings us to you, Dan. You're starting school again soon, and you're going to need to concentrate on classes. All we need from you is your dick and money."
"You sure that's everything?" I asked . "What about you? You have classes beginning soon too, and that's three hours away from here."
"Well," she paused, "I'm taking the semester off. I've thought about this, and I think it would be a very good experience for me to throw myself into this. I'm going to give it a few months, and if nothing happens, so what? I miss a few classes and go back to school in January."
By the next week, we had rearranged things in the house to prepare for business. Lauren still stayed in the guestroom, but it now doubled as a set, complete with lights and a new coat of paint. In the living room, we set up a large desk for interviews. Lauren had gone to ballet practice, where she was hoping to coax one of the new girls back home to meet us. The girl she had in mind had said she would think about it a few days ago, and Lauren had returned to the theater to talk with her again.
My phone jingled. It was Lauren, calling from the car: "I'm on my way over there right now. Milana is following me. Tell Maria to get the camera ready, but keep it out of sight. I told her we're just coming over to do an interview."
Maria and I scrambled to get things ready and tidy up a bit. We had hardly sat down at the desk when they walked in. We got up and walked over to greet them. Milana was tall, gorgeous, and spoke with a European accent. We invited them pull up chairs to the desk and offered them something to drink. Milana refused politely, but Lauren went and poured herself some white wine.
"So, Milana," I began, "That's a beautiful name. Where are you from?"
"I'm from Denmark. I just moved here, what, five months ago? I came here to study dance."
"Milana is very talented," said Lauren, "She's being modest. She also teaches traditional ballet classes at the theater."
"Well, yes," Milana said, laughing a little embarrassedly, "But I'm here to study first and foremost. And there is a greater chance here that I may find a job touring with a company."
"So why have you come here today, Milana?" Maria asked.
"Well," she paused, smiling coyly, "Lauren has been telling me all about you guys, how you are starting an internet business. She asks if I might have an interest in being in one of your movies? I wanted to come see for myself." She shrugged her shoulders.
"Have you ever done any adult film before?" Maria asked.
"I have been in one once, before I left Denmark. It was nothing too serious, shall I say? It was only something I made with my boyfriend, not for show. Not a lot of experience, I know, but I am only nineteen."
"Fair enough," I said, "Why don't we get down to it? Lauren's told you about the site, what we're trying to do with it. Let me tell you about the process. If you decide you want to work with us, you'll be paid on a per-scene basis. Here's a sheet with the information. All the scenes will be with me, Lauren, or the two of us together. If you want to do it, the first thing we'll need to do is an on-camera audition. That's not something you'll be paid for, and it's not something that will end up on our website, or anywhere else for that matter, unless you later agree to it."
"And what do I do for the audition?" asked Milana.
"Just whatever you're comfortable with," I replied. "In fact, that's the point of it. We need to see what you're like on camera before we commit to hiring you. Like I said, it'll be private, and no one but us will see it unless you want them to."
"I think yes, I would like to audition," she said, "When can we do this?"
"Whenever you want," I said. "We can start shooting right now if you want to get it out of the way. Or we can schedule a time later in the week."
"Um," she paused, biting her lip, "I think I want to right now. But first I think I'll have that drink." Lauren got up and grabbed the bottle of wine.
"Something harder, perhaps?" Milana stopped her. Lauren brought over a bottle of tequila and one glass. Milana poured herself a shot and drained it. "Ok, ready!" she said, standing up.
"Hold on, hold on," Maria said, bouncing out of the room to get the camera. She came back with it ready and started shooting. "Say hi to the camera, Milana," she said.
"Hello," Milana smiled and waved. Kicking her sandals off, she climbed onto the desk and stood up, towering over us. She swayed her hips and said, "You know I am a dancer, so put on some music." Lauren turned on the stereo.
Milana moved her hips slowly to the music. Her long legs disappeared up into a pair of tiny khaki shorts. She wore a tight, red, spaghetti strap blouse. Milana had that even, golden Nordic complexion and very dark hair that hung to her neck. Her eyes were dark and intelligent, her lips full. Her beauty was intimidating. She was an athlete. Her body was built for fun. At first I had thought her a little shy, but when she began to dance on the desk, staring down at me, I realized I was mistaken.
She peeled off her blouse, freeing her breasts, and swiveled her hips as she unbuttoned her shorts. She looked into the camera and bit her lip as she slowly unzipped them, teasing them loose and dropping them to the desk. That was all she wore. Underneath her shorts, not a single wisp of hair hid her pussy. It was naked and smooth, just a tiny crevice where her legs met. She had only one vague tan line wrapping her hips in slightly paler V. She turned around, grinding to the music, and lowered herself to her knees, looking at me.
