Yuunagi was a high-class call girl who catered to wealthy Japanese businessmen when they were in town. She was considered to be one of the top guns in the business, and getting her for the video was a coup...allegedly.
She looked like she was high maintenance. Her price to appear in
Soapland
was excessive, as in two thousand dollars excessive, but Donkey was past the point over quibbling about money, especially when it was Hideki's. If she had his blessing then she was in the film.
She had on a very smart business suit, under the guise of being a young executive. The skirt was short, the blouse revealing, and she looked like a boner-inducer, but despite all that, Monica had concerns. Yuunagi was attractive and glamorous, and she had dimples too, which made her smile her best feature. Slut trumps glamour every time in Donkey-world, but Monica had to play the cards she was dealt. Glamour could work if done correctly and, adjusting on the fly, her scene with William would turn into a seduction. Uppity young executive gets comeuppance; undone by big muscles and big cock, or something like that.
Toshi too was wearing a well-cut suit, looking the part of a rising company man with money to burn - that and an anxious cock in need of servicing, or why else would he be at a Soapland? The second man had been hired by one of Hideki's local connections, and he was a well-built and well-preserved specimen of around forty years of age. He was jovial and funny and pleasant to be around. If he did have a flaw it was his large stomach. In the Japanese mindset, it would be a powerful fantasy for a man like him to be attended to by a westerner. He called himself Tony, or Tome, or something like that, but he quickly acquired the nickname of 'pork belly' on the set, which he took as a compliment, and it was probably even meant as such. He was friendly, and not uptight at all about working in a porn video. Maybe he just liked being at a Soapland.
The real Soapland had been rented out for the morning and afternoon. Monica had the run of the place. In addition to the locker room, they'd be filming in the bathing area and the massage room. The sauna looked inviting, but that wouldn't happen until tomorrow, and Monica had some fireworks planned that only she knew about.
Behind the scenes, Yuunagi looked William over as if she were appraising a jewel. With a tinge of melodrama, she consented to do a scene with him, and all that it entailed, although had she not she would have been two thousand dollars poorer. But she acted like it was her choice, and everyone played along. Was she a real
diva
or simply role-playing? It didn't matter; the Donkey tent was big enough to accommodate everyone.
Olivia was recruited at the last minute to play Mama-San, Monica not comfortable enough to ask the real one to play herself. Wear something low-cut, was her only advice to the buxom woman.
The three Japanese entered the facility separately, with Toshi arriving first, and after a brief conversation Olivia called for bikini-clad Staci to come out. She bowed as a sign of respect, and then took Toshi by the hand and they went to the change area.
"Watch out for him," Jane had warned, "he can fill up a cup." Staci had no idea what she meant.
Pork belly was next, and Monica had the camera pan Jane from foot to head as approached the front desk, from six-inch stilettos to a glorious blonde mane in perfect condition. All the while she was smiling at her prey, smirking for the camera, milking the moment, not for herself, but for Hideki. It was begging for a slow motion sequence, which would materialize on the DVD version. Jane's legs were so spectacular that it was easy to overlook her breasts, but they were firm and succulent, and ample enough - only a perv with an abnormal boob fetish could be disappointed by them. Her bikini bottoms showed off a very noticeable and very suggestive Mound of Venus. Her hair was brilliantly cut, washed and styled, her makeup subtle but exquisite; a manicure and pedicure within the past twenty-four hours - she really did look like a Goddess. There's only so much a girl can do in a bikini, but Jane did it.
"I'm going to put his belly to good use, don't worry," Jane told Monica. Everything she did today was for the thousands of Japanese pervs who were going to elevate her to stardom, once they were done beating off to her image, that is. Jane loved thinking about men beating off to her image.
The camera was sad to see her go, but pork belly had a happy grin on his face as Jane led him away.
Finally it was Yuunagi's turn, and she played her part perfectly, first acting surprised, then curious, and finally pleased, scrutinizing William carefully before agreeing to go with him to the changing area. For the Japanese market, this was the moment they were waiting for, a hot Japanese woman with the proverbial black man with big penis.
When the scene switched to the locker room the three clients were in various stages of the ritual. Toshi was already naked, with a small towel in front of his cock, and he and Staci were leaving the locker room as William and Yuunagi entered. A lingering shot of Toshi's butt would hopefully dramatize the vulnerability of his situation, but some things can't be faked, like fear and uncertainty. That's how Monica would have preferred it, but the subtle nuances she envisioned weren't necessary for the Japanese market, so Hideki kept telling her. His ulterior motive for the film was to fast-track Jane's path to stardom. His people were telling him that she launched the most sales and attracted the most interest. Stars sold the product, not the content. On that he and Monica agreed to disagree. She'd have an opportunity down the road to demonstrate just how different her vision was than his.
Jane had gotten pork belly undressed, but she forgot the towel, and he stood naked for a few moments while she went to retrieve one. Mama-San - the real Mama-San - would have been horrified at such a breach in protocol, but Monica liked the spontaneity, and she liked the idea of his cock being exposed when it wasn't supposed to be. Pork belly's big stomach couldn't hide the fact that he was doing all right in the size department. It was long and pointy at the tip. His casting began to make more sense. With towel in place, Jane and pork belly left the room, leaving William and Yuunagi alone.
He got her down to her underwear without much difficulty, but it was important that she remain modest for as long as possible, so William handed her the biggest towel they had, which she held in front of herself as he unclasped the back of her bra and removed it.
William's bulge kept getting more pronounced. Yuunagi couldn't stop looking at it, and neither could the cameras. This was not a traditional Japanese Soapland adult video, of which there were many; Donkey's take on it would add a few wrinkles, even though they were partially straightjacketed by Hideki's vision. But he paid Donkey for their insight too, and a combination of his parameters and their kinkiness should create something good.
The tight speedos William had on did a poor job of concealing his weapon. Its outline was clearly visible through the white-colored material. Few viewers would notice that he had wrapped the towel around her body and reached under it to remove her panties. They would more likely notice that the tip of penis was threatening to pop up through the band and reveal itself. But everyone would notice what he did next, for he brought her panties to his face and sniffed them before hanging them up in the locker. Monica might have objected were it not for the fact that it perplexed Yuunagi, and the director was determined to take her out of her comfort zone, knowing it would add to her performance. A staid, conservative Japanese woman was going meet her match in a muscular African with an enormous bulge in his speedos. Their performance would be critical to the film's success, despite Hideki's blathering about Jane.
The video they were shooting wasn't anything like the one Monica had imagined yesterday, but just wait, her next project would be a Donkey Soapland without any interference from Tokyo. It would blow this one out of the water. It would blow everything they had ever done out of the water. Soaplands and Donkey were made for each other. Now that she had the big picture, the devil would be in the details. All she needed was five slutty women, and how hard could that be? She already had two of them in mind. Carol was a must, because you can never have too many leggy blondes, and with Jane moving up in the world, the Scottish dynamo would be the new, go-to replacement. Monica's slutty-looking friend Leslie, whose hot performance in
Men will be Men
was still drawing raves, would be another. When it came to preserving the shelf life of actresses Monica had few peers. Once cast, if deserving a second hire, she liked to do it right away, while they were still familiar to the core audience. It was a way to preserve continuity. Then they might disappear for a few videos before resurfacing. That way they became art of an ensemble.
Now about those handsome boys with cute penises...
Finding college-aged men who fit the profile she was after might be a bit harder, but that's where Roland could help. His pipeline to young, cute boys was stronger than ever. A couple of gay flamers might be good, their parents sending them to a Soapland in a desperate attempt at conversion. How they interacted with their straight compatriots in the tiny, enclosed nude environment had a lot of potential. When all five workstations were in use the room would be a little congested, and she would want the naked men to be as close together as possible. A clandestine gay encounter in the shower? Mama-San being called in to deal with the illicitness, maybe even doling out punishment to the bad boys? The possibilities were endless. Then she had a seminal moment. She would need to find a rectangular Soapland with workstations on opposite walls, maybe three to a side. She imagined men facing each other as they got their happy ending, their cocks maybe two feet apart. Semen splashing, was her term for the end result, and she herself had a new powerful masturbation fantasy; six men being jerked, making a contest out of seeing who could land the most sperm on the man facing him, who was trying to do the same thing. Who wouldn't pay to watch that?
They wouldn't be rushed either, as they were for this film. The men would have to be interviewed, which meant stark naked and interrogated, followed by a masturbation. The casting would be critical. The boys would have to be able to convey the deer-in-the-headlight look she was after. But first things first, and they all went to the bathing room for the next scene.
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Hideki was talking on his mobile phone when Jane entered the sunken living room. Huey had answered the door in his birthday suit and let him in. To say that Hideki was surprised would be an understatement, but he chalked it up to the wild and unpredictable nature of a porn goddess. After letting him in, Huey retreated to the furthest and darkest end of the room and tried to look invisible.
Jane came out clad in matching white bra and panties, with just enough lace to draw the eye. "Sorry, I'm running late." she said. "I'm almost ready. Huey, where the fuck are you? I need you to help me finish dressing." Turning to Hideki, she said, "he's my valet," before adding, "he's more obedient when he's naked."
Huey had chosen a lime green, long sleeve dress with navy trim that really showed off her figure. Jane was pleased with his choice, and it told her something about his peccadillos. She loved the sixties retro look, and of the seven dresses hanging in the closet, six were old-school, but Huey had selected the seventh, a tight, clingy number designed by a trendy designer and thoroughly modern.
Huey zipped her up. "Is it too short," she asked him? "Are my panties showing?"
He pulled on her hem, trying to lower it, but he didn't have a lot of material to work with, and it stopped about an inch below her crotch. He accidently-on-purpose brushed his hand along her inner thigh during the process. Jane seemed to be perfectly comfortable granting him access to her private world. It was another perk of his job, which he was growing into and becoming more comfortable with, having decided that he would be the best damn valet the world had ever seen. He had begun to take his duties seriously. "You're okay," he said, "but I think you're supposed to wear a thong with a dress like this."
