"So would you do it?" Val asked.
Peter and I were on vacation in LA, and we were having an early lunch with Nola, Lara and Val in Venice Beach. We'd met them a couple days ago and had been hanging out with them since then. Lara was a production assistant, Val was an assistant video editor and Nola was a dominatrix. (She had dominated Peter rather viciously in my story "Sounds.")
"I've done it twice, actually," said Nola.
We were talking about porn. Basically, we all liked it, but were afraid to do it. Except for Nola.
"I never knew that!" said Val. "When was this?"
"A couple of years ago. The web site doesn't exist anymore. But I did two scenes β a blow job one and one with just regular fucking."
"Why you'd stop?" asked Peter.
"It was fun to do a couple of times, but it wasn't my thing. Plus I didn't want to run the chance of my parents finding out."
"I hear you," I said. "They'd kill me. But sometimes I wonder about doing it once."
"Would you do it if there were no chance of anyone knowing?" asked Lara. "Or practically no chance?"
"Yes," I said. "Absolutely."
"Porn star for a day?" asked Val. "Sure, why not?"
"You know, we might be able to do this," said Lara. "I know this guy Greg. I've hired him for a bunch of projects. He's a cameraman who shoots porn sometimes for extra cash. A lot of folk out here do this kind of work β hair and make-up people, crew guys. Let me text him β 'Thinking of making porn video. Can you help?' That should do it."
Twenty minutes later, we were on the beach and Lara's phone rang.
"Hey, Greg, it's me," she said. "Putting you on speaker."
"So you want to get into the porn business now?" he asked.
"Not really. I'm here with some friends and we were thinking of shooting one porno, just for the experience. But the kicker is there can be no copies made. And if this thing ever shows up on the internet, I'll never hire your scraggly ass again."
"Where are you?"
"On the beach. Venice. Just north of the pier."
"I'm on my way. See you in thirty."
So Greg the Pornographer showed up, and Lara explained in greater detail what we were thinking of.
"So here's your problem β money," he said. "I mean, the pussy's free, which is a good thing. But you've got the crew β cameramen, lighting, hair and make-up, crafts services β plus location rental, costumes. It can run to several thousand dollars for one scene. But I can think I can help you."
"I'm shooting a scene in four days, up in the Hollywood Hills. We've rented the house for the day, but the call time isn't until 3:00 PM. We could use the house before then, and I could probably end up using the same crew for not that much more money. But I'm still going to be out several hundred dollars. It's worth it, though, if I can use the scene on my clip reel. I've already got enough of scenes I've shot, but I'd really like to add a scene that I directed."
"So people are going to see it?" I asked.
"Some people," he continued. "But I won't get your IDs or model releases, so there's no way this is going to be publicly released. But yes, some people will be seeing you fuck."
"I think that just made it hotter," said Val.
"I think you're right," I said. "I'm in. What do I have to do?"
"The most important thing is to get tested for STDs," Greg said. "That'll take a couple of days, so knock that off this afternoon. But first I'm going to need some nude shots of you guys."
"Why do you need those?" asked Lara.
"Hair, make-up, costumes, male talent." he said.
"Male talent?" asked Lara.
"The guys who are going to fuck you," Greg continued. "I won't be able to pay them, so I've got to promise them some hot chicks."
We went to a beachfront bar, which was mostly empty. There were a few couples sitting at tables outside, and a handful of surfer dudes sitting at the bar, nursing beers. I wasn't too sure where we'd able to snap some nude pix.
None of this deterred Greg.
"Hey," he said, approaching the bartender. "I need to take some shots of these girls. Any problem if they get naked?"
The bartender looked at us, then back at Greg.
"Shit," he said, "I'll buy them beer!"
Problem solved.
I undid my bikini top and pushed my bottoms down. I turned around and saw that Lara and Val were doing the same. Nola was giggling, and Peter was just taking in the sights. Soon, we were three nude girls in a bar.
Instinctively, I grabbed my breasts. I looked around and saw the guys at the bar eyeing us. I could almost feel the heat from their gazes. I ran one hand down to my clit and rubbed it. They liked that.
Greg pulled out his phone and snapped away. We mugged for the camera and grabbed each other breasts. Then he had us make out a bit. Next we jumped up on the bar and spread our legs. Greg asked us to spread our pussy lips and give him a pink shot β no problem there! And then we hopped off, turned around and spread our ass cheeks, so he could get a couple of shots of our butt holes.
I turned my butt towards the surfer dudes at the bar β I wanted to make sure hey got a good look of my asshole, too.
"What do you think, guys?" I asked.
"Sweet," said a surfer, "what are you girls doing?"
"We're going to make our first porno, and Greg's our director.. He's going to send those photos out to the guys who're going to fuck us."
I noticed that Lara and Val had put their bikinis back on. I wasn't going to waste this opportunity to be nude in public.
"Cool," said the other guy. "So you're porn stars?"
"Not yet," I said. "But we're going to be."
"You're cute β I mean, really cute." said the first guy. "Why would you do do porn?"
"Hey," I said, pretending to pout. "Who says cute girls can't do porn? We like cock, too. And pussy!"
"I didn't mean it like that," he said. "I love porn, and lots of the girls are hot. But you guys don't really look like porn stars."
"The magic of hair and make-up," I said.
I walked over to him slowly and, I hoped, seductively. Remember, I'm a punk girl, so the girly flirty thing wasn't something I usually did. But it was fun to be a tease now βwhen these guys couldn't take their eyes off of me.
I put my arms around his neck and looked in his eyes.
"But tell me honestly," I said, "would you like to see me get fucked? Would you like to see me take it up the ass?"
I leaned in and kissed his neck softly.
"Would you like this cute little face of mine to get glazed with hot, salty cum? Hmmm?"
He was flustered, and couldn't speak. I ran one hand down his chest to this crotch, grabbing his crotch through his board shorts.
He was hard. Apparently, I was a pretty good flirt.