There is certainly something to be said for the purported moral decline of the UK. Meeting girls in Aberdeen was never short of rewarding but with the diversity of our population, the internet, acceptance of pornography, changing values its amazing just how flexible the boundaries of what is acceptable are, if you are prepared to push a little.
So here I am, for the first time in my life with a little financial security and time on my hands. Recently my mind has been turning time and again to the old urban myth. You know? Two guys walk up to a good-looking female stranger and offer her a fist of cash to go somewhere with them for sex. Of course the catch is they have to be willing to be filmed doing it. Enter my little friend the Handi-Cam and my somewhat larger friend G.
I'd like to say our impure intentions were accepted on the first try. I would like to assure the reader that all women are open to this kind of thing. Of course this would be a lie and I won't tell you how many times we were told in no uncertain terms to fuck off and die. But like I said, I had time on my hands, and eventually it was confirmed: Some women are every bit as mercenary about sex as men.
One such example was a cutey-pie in her early twenties named Jenna. We caught sight of her on her lunch-break from some faceless paper office block that I later learned that she was temping at. Even in her standard issue wage-slave getup she looked fine, her mane of dirty blonde hair was broken by a few tarty streaks of pink and she possessed an ample, curvy frame and lovely milky complexion. We approached her with the standard, no-nonsense pitch:
"Hi I'm S and this is G. We're taking a kind of census here and we were wondering would you ever consider letting yourself be filmed with two guys for £200?"
"What!? Do the words: 'I'll call the police' mean anything to you? You can't be fucking serious?" She did her best to look outraged, but I'm pretty sure I saw a smile flicker across her face.
"Deadly serious, like, say us." I discretely opened my palm to reveal a bunch of neatly folded notes.
"I don't believe this is serious!" She did a little double take at the money. Then she swore at us a few more times but she didn't say no and she didn't walk away. I saw that wicked smirk cross her face a few more times and I knew we had struck gold.
Not wanting to give her time to get cold feet I texted Jenna a few times and got her to agree a meet-up the following afternoon in a cheap travel hotel in the centre of town. Her only stipulations were that she be paid before we do anything and that she bring her friend Abbey for support, who would under no circumstances be involved.
Before heading to the hotel I had suggested a quiet, out of the way pub for a few drinks. When Jenna walked in on G and myself I was impressed. It was a warm Saturday afternoon and her multi-tonal hair fell across her shapely pale shoulders. She wore a tight fitting blue vest top, which struggled to contain her ample bosom and best of all a short black skirt and little pink high heels. What impressed me even more was that her friend, Abbey was a rather slender, slightly Goth looking girl with dyed jet-black hair and pastel blue eyes. I resigned myself to the fact that there would be no touching. But perhaps there could be just a little asking!
Disappointingly however, Abbey contributed little to the conversation. On the other hand Jenna, it seemed had already had a couple of drinks before she met us and if she was nervous, was concealing it well behind a wall the persona of a right slapper. Trust me, when you're in a quiet bar with a loud-mouthed female stranger who is telling loud stories largely centred around blow-jobs and drunken line-ups in nightclub toilets you don't half get some looks.
It was with some relief that the four of us made our slightly tipsy way to the hotel. I had booked a family suite, which meant we had a decent sized living area as well as a double bed, futon and a bathroom.
I set a cans of beer, a couple of bottles of cheap pink fizz and a couple of glasses down on the living area table, where Abbey immediately perched herself and poured herself a stiff drink before sulkily telling me: "I suppose you three can go next door."
Jenna, meanwhile had not taken a break from regaling us with tales of her most slutty exploits. Drink in hand she teetered on the arm of the couch, pretending not to notice that her skirt was riding further and further up her thigh and giving us numerous glimpses of a cute pair of pink mesh panties that she wore beneath. I turned on my camera, trying not to distract from her flow.
"Careful you don't slip off of there." G warned playfully.
"Hmm, I'm not that wet yet." She came back smiling.
"What would help? We're here to help!" I chimed in.
"Well cock is always good." She said, reaching for the front of G's jeans. The buttons of his fly were pulled back and his ample, rapidly stiffening cock pulled out. Jenna's lips closed around it. Suddenly, there I was filming porn!
"Pull your skirt up Jenna." I instructed. She complied and the little garment finally lost its battle with the curves of her arse and popped up over it. I ran a hand along he inner surface of her milky thigh, hooked my fingers around the gusset of her knickers and wrenched it to one side. I took a slow, lecherous zoom in on the neat little mound of hair topping her pussy. I felt her hand, which wasn't on the G's shaft grope for the front of my trousers. The image in the camera's view screen wobbled wildly but I was determined to keep my distance from the action until I had some good footage.
"Hey you know what this really needs?" I announced. "Someone else to join in so the pressure isn't all on Jenna! How great would that be?"
"Yeah, that would be great alright." Sighed G.
"It's a shame I'm so busy with this camera." I grinned. Behind us, doing her best not to pay too much attention Abbey had made quite a serious dent in one of the bottles of wine.
"No fucking way!" She exclaimed rolling her eyes. "Jenna I thought you told me there wasn't going to be any of this shit." I flipped the camera onto standby for a second and came and sat next to her.
"Come on, its just a bit of fun, I would seriously love it if you'd join us." I assured her.
"No way. I've only just met you, you are not going to persuade me to fuck you."
"Well you don't have to fuck me, or G for that matter." I countered and shot a glance towards Jenna. Abbey caught my train of thought and shook her head emphatically.
"No way; absolutely no way. What do you think? That we're a couple of dykes?"
"What do you think Abs?" Jenna smiled over at her, G's cock gripped firmly in her hand. "It might be nice."
