"You do understand the type of videos we make here? They are, how can I say, highly specialised. It's not just run of the mill porn, you know?"
"I know, you've told me like, three times now and I've told you I need the cash, simple as that. I'm willing and able to do whatever it takes, I need the money."
The girl was called Gwen, she had applied to be a star in one of my movies, the guy, trying to dissuade was Mike, my assistant. I sat stoic in the corner of the office waiting for him to give her the form to sign, I had seen and heard enough girls desperate for money to know she would and inwardly I was ecstatic. You see I knew this girl. Or rather I used to. I had gone to school with her, indeed even dated her for a few weeks. She had been easily the prettiest girl in our year and inwardly I had been over the moon to be going out with her but soon she had cheated on me and dumped me. Maybe that's what started me on the road to making these films. But I guess I'd better explain exactly what type of films I make.
In effect they're humiliation movies, we do the nastiest things imaginable to the cutest girls we can sign up and film it. You'd be amazed at what the girls will do for the cash and how much we make from selling them. Not pleasant I agree, but you've gotta make a living somehow and this was a hell of a lot easier than most ways. Plus, I admit, I really got off on doing stuff to these girls, I'm perverted like that.
She didn't recognise me because it was fifteen years since we had last seen one another and I had grown a beard and moustache since then and as soon as I saw her enter our offices I recognised her and told Mike that I wanted him to do the interview. She also probably never gave me a second thought once she had dumped me in school, she was like that. So I just sat and listened to the little bitch who acted better than everyone else at school, sit there and practically beg to star in one of our movies. I wondered, though didn't really care, what had brought her to this. Drugs? A guy? Those were the usual reasons the girls gave as they sat their pleading to be paid for their ritual humiliation to be filmed.
Mike gave her the form home and told her to read it and come back tomorrow, though heaven knows she wanted to sign it there and then but he wouldn't allow her. He also gave a her a video of some of our highlights to let her really know what she was getting into. So she could back out now rather than ruin an entire video. I made sure it was one of our tamer video's because if this went through I wanted to see the look on little miss Gwen's face when we did some of the things to her.
And lo and behold, the next day she returned with the form duly signed and eager to earn her $1000 (she would not be paid anything until the film was finished). We told her to be at our studios the next Monday and to not have anything planned for the whole day. I spent the time before Monday with my creative juices running freely.
I've shot pretty much everything in my decade in the business, scat, gang-bangs, bukkake, and stuff even more extreme. But I knew from the first that this film with Gwen would revolve around pissing. Specifically her being pissed over and drinking it. I masturbated myself to sleep two nights running with the image of me urinating all over her pretty face in my head.
I guess I should describe Gwen for you. She was 29 years old now, had chestnut brown, shoulder length hair and a real cute smile. Rigth now she facially resembled a slightly younger looking Shania Twain. Her eyes were hazel in colour and she had a pretty sexy body, topped off with 36" breasts that had real thick nipples. Like I said she was a hottie, why she had fallen to doing this I didn't know but she had.
First thing I had her do was dress in a skimpy schoolgirl's outfit, replete with my old school's tie - I was confident given what else would be happening to her she wouldn't link it but if she did who cares, she needed the money. So a white shirt with only a couple of buttons done up and a loose tie was all that covered her chest, while a short black skirt, white knickers and ankle socks completed the outfit. Her hair was in two cute bunches and as instructed she was wearing glasses, as she had done in school. All the guys on set got immediate erections when she first came out of the dressing room and onto set.
To start, because the girls are always nervous I get them to smile into the camera, squat down and introduce themselves to the audience as their knickers flash. And Gwen did this, she called herself Gwen though a lot of the girls like to change their names, not our Gwennie though. Off camera I ask her why she's here and she gives the answer she's been told to give.
"Because I want to be a piss slut for you" all spoken with a toothy grin and her hair in cute bunches.
"Good girl" I reply and move over to her (my back to camera) and place a tight dog collar around her neck, taking the leash back with me behind the camera.
I then hand Gwen a small plastic bowl and tell her to squat over it and piss into it through her knickers. Still smiling into the camera she strains somewhat and soon we see drips of piss coming through her staining knickers and falling into the bowl. When it is apparent that she has finished I tell her to take her knickers off and the viewer is treated to the first glimpse of Gwen's sodden, shaven pussy. My next instruction is that she licks the stained crotch of the panties, her nose wrinkles in disgust but still she does as told giving big licks to draw the urine into her mouth.
"Good girl! Now wring them out into the bowl" I instruct and she obeys. Once she's finished I take up the bowl and carefully pour it's amber contents into a tall wine glass and pass the glass back to Gwen and tell her to drink it up.
She pauses and closes her eyes, obviously steeling herself for the indignity to follow and then as if mentally deciding that this is what she will do she puts the glass to her lips and drinks the lot in one long, salty load, giving a pathetic splutter at the end as the last escapes her lips.
