Odette, true to her word, called the representatives from the Nuszsaeker organization that very day and set up after-hours appointments for herself and the two other girls in their suite in the Hotel Vicennes. She wanted to audition and also to pitch Quinlan's proposal before the crew flew back to Los Angeles, on the weekend.
These guys couldn't have been more different from the creepy, pervy Ensil, the guy Kiki had met on one of the worst dates of her life. The crew members were nice, clean-cut young men, good-looking business school graduates, who were persuaded that the porn industry still had unrecognized growth potential as well as personal rewards. Their boss, Randy, had worked himself up from the lowly position of publishing assistant to the great Gerhard Nuscsaecker himself! (If this interests you, read Emily's Enterprise.) He believed in the company and in the future of pornography and wanted to give it a last chance before he retired, now that he had a second chance. He had almost left the company when Ensil took over, because he couldn't stand him, but then Ensil conveniently overdosed and died!
Ensil had been the druggie son-in-law who inherited the company when his wife, Nuszsaecker's daughter, died unexpectedly and under suspicious circumstances. Ensil became CEO and was trying to bring the porn company back but he had been paranoid and didn't confide in anybody but his thuggish bodyguard. He was the one who had cut a deal with Charlie and was given Kiki's ass for the night as a thank-you gift. Now, faced with financial ruin because of the widespread availability of porn on the internet, the Nuszsaecker organization was trying to figure out what Ensil had been up to in the town, spending the company's money, before he died. Did he have a blockbuster idea they might be able to revive? Once they were down there poking around, they discovered Odette, and through her a goldmine of hypersexual freaks for their current on-line porn business!
Because of his rank, Randy had the "Chancellor's suite", the largest in the hotel, with a sitting area and a bedroom. They had set up a video camera in the bedroom and what they saw on the monitor would tell them if a girl would look good enough to be a model for their porn channel.
The three girls arrived and the pornographers knew right away that they had hit paydirt! Kiki, the beautiful one, was dressed in her sluttiest tight skirt and a transparent blouse that showed her fine breasts and pink nipples. She carried a folder full of small cardboard signs. Larissa, so serious and uptight-looking when she was dressed for the office, came wearing a light summer dress that was almost transparent with no sign of underwear. Larissa carried a plastic grocery bag with a lot of bulges. Odette was dressed in a very loose, oversize cotton peasant blouse with a scoop neck that showed the world her floppy tits. She carried a large manila envelope.
First they got acquainted and each girl read a short statement on camera for the record that she was of legal age and performing in these sexually-explicit audition videos freely and without coercion. Larissa made a crack about a casting couch. Odette broke up laughing. Kiki couldn't help but adding, with a straight face, "in exchange for getting the bone from these hunky guys!"
Odette briefed the crew about Quinlan before they started. She opened the envelope and spread out the redhead biker chick's drawings and some photos. A couple of photos showed Quinlan's beautiful but severe face, with her thin lips, high cheekbones, ice-blue eyes, and startling red hair. Her skin tone was a ruddy pink - unlike many redheaded women her skin was not dry or prematurely wrinkled and she did not have freckles. Three photos which showed a close up of Quinlan's pussy, a classic "fire crotch" (with and without flaming red pussy hair), and the ring through her pierced clit hood, which was well placed for the little ball to fall right on top of her clit. (It was great stimulation on a motorcycle, riding behind and rubbing up on her boyfriend!) Quinlan was quite a good artist – she had studied for a time at art school and still drew flash for her tattoo artist friends. The drawings were in red and black pencil on pinkish-beige paper, her way of capturing her pink skin tones and the reddish hue of her female parts. The drawings showed possibilities of what she wanted to do with herself, and what she would do on camera if they paid her a lot of money and once she made up her mind.
Several drawings showed rings in her outer labia and one showed big metal studs or bolts in large holes, three to a side, as if her entire vulva could be bolted shut. One showed her inner labia pierced with five rings on each lip, and views of them pulled open by five fingers through each ring in butterfly wings. Another showed the same piercing with the rings laced with a leather thong so her cunt was tightly closed and she could barely pee from her hole (two drawing showed what it would be like to pee tightly laced, one with dribbling and the other with a plastic catheter sticking out, the other end obviously to be inserted into her pee hole). Another third showed a short chain, maybe two inches, with a small bell hanging from each ring, ten in all. Obviously they would swing, tinkle, and rub on a girl's thighs as she walked – and wouldn't be very comfortable except for the luck few with big factory air. Quinlan had lots of space between her thighs because her legs were skinny, so she had every intention of filling that space up!
The porn crew whistled! Pervy men would go crazy at the thought of all that hardware between a girl's legs! Even Kiki, with all her experience, found herself juicing at the idea!
The next set of drawings showed fewer piercings, three on a size in her labia, but the rings were huge! She was proposing to put rings in her pussy the size of small bracelets! These were not little thin wires, either, but hefty thick metal rings that would pull on her holes! (Kiki shuddered when she saw the pictures! She could only hope those rings would be hollow because if they weren't they would be heavy as big lead weights!) One showed how they would pull her pussy lips down, stretching them into something like a pink tent or awning between her legs, sheltering any dick that wanted to navigate the path to her hole. Another showed weights hanging from more modest rings, also stretching her pussy lips to the limit. As they were drawn, it was clear that the weights would swing wildly and tug on her labia and her clit hood every time the girl took a step. One drawing even showed them on springs. Kiki could just imagine the orgasms that would be pulled out of a girl just going through a normal day. The last few drawings showed oversize rings and weights dangling from nipples, pulling them down so hard that Quinlan had drawn airspace showing through the holes in the big, stretched nipples!
This was extreme piercing! Basically, Quinlan was proposing to get pierced and to stretch herself over time, on camera, until she pushed her body onto a new level of erotic possibilities! For this, she was willing to accept the stabbing of repeated needle perforations and then the pain of week-by-week expansion of her piercing caliber, the risk of having her labia or nipple piercings painfully tear through leaving a ragged and bleeding rip, and the long, agonizing process of healing each time something was done to her. Kiki couldn't imagine it! It was inspiring commitment to erotic body modification, a weird dedication to the abnormal and the extreme in sexual anatomical engineering.
