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I was bored with it all. The life of a porn Director was getting to me. Poor me you say, you would probably kill to have my life, filming desperate sluts in all manner of debauched and depraved sex scenes for hardly any financial renummeration and the hope that maybe, just maybe it would be the first steps on their individual road to fame and fortune. That they could be the next Jenna Jameson or the next Tera Patrick. No chance of that happening though far more likely that having 'suffered' through one of my shoots they suddenly decided that the adult industry wasn't for them and went back to being the crack whores I like to imagine they were.
Anyway, I was bored with it, wanted to do new stuff (fiction mirroring reality here then), something different, something cutting edge and exciting, didn't even have to be porn but for whatever reason I couldn't escape the constant cycle of depravity that my life had become. I wanted to get out but couldn't and the person keeping me in was myself. I was depressed and angry and just about anyone that came in my office door was going to catch my wrath in some way that afternoon. So I guess it was better that is was a dumb, stuck up fucking piece of shit cunt like Jessica than anyone else.
My bitch of a secretary had just handed in her resignation yet again (and stormed off crying to boot – what's with it with these bitches, can't they handle a little criticism? "Geez you look like a real dog today Fuck!") and I was twiddling my pencil in my hand and trying to think of someone I could phone up and ruin their day when the buzzer went and I was forced to get up and see who was at the door. Fuck it, I could barely be bothered doing even that but I did, begrudgingly, and instantly I saw her I knew she would be trouble. I actually thought for one horrible moment she was a lawyer or a cop or something like that, she looked kind of official and self important in my dealings with officialdom she fitted the photo fit of a hard ass bitch that loved giving me a hard time to a tee.
As I opened the door and begrudgingly let her enter I appraised her. She had dark hair that goes about halfway down her back, green eyes with full and long eye lashes. I guessed her measurements are roughly 32DD-26-34. She was dressed like a young little business woman (well she was dressed young but I was struggling to get a proper read on her age), dark skirt (knee high) and matching jacket. a white blouse, white tight push-up bra, long stockings and high heels (not stupidly high, just normal business high). It was easy to imagine that she loved to dress like a cheap slut in short tight mini skirts, black g-strings a small push-up bra that presses up my large tits even more and a really tight little top. She had striking dark red lipstick to show her nice cocksucker lips a bit more, those and a nice ass were the features that really struck me first.
Our first exchanges were hardly cordial. Despite how she was dressed I quickly figured out she was just another fucking whore looking to get cash fast from one of my films. Something about having a temporary cash flow problem and rent issues, like I cared. I wasn't in the mood to hear it (or write about it now) but she was fucking persistent, whining on about how much she could bring to my studio and what a great beauty she was and how it would be the best film ever. She had all these 'great' ideas, like I hadn't heard it all a thousand times before. Yeah right, babe, I was thinking, she was older than I liked them and hardly had the air-head bimbo look that I so particularly thrived on either. She looked and acted smart and cocky and so fucking self assured that it made you want to throttle the bitch there and then. And she kept on at me, badgering me, wanting the money wanting to film it there and then. I was torn between picking her up by that tight, white blouse and physically throwing her from my offices or hauling her through to the studio and just getting the fucking thing done there and then and getting it over and done with. There was only me there that morning so I would have to use the hard camera and star myself (At least unless I wanted to call some guys over later), but I done that plenty times before, it wouldn't be a problem. I made my decision as the arrogant cunt was applying even more lipstick to her lips waiting for me to make a move.
I flung my chair back and stormed around the table, startling her with the sudden movement. Wasting no pleasantries I grabbed her long hair and jerked her face around to look right up at me.
"Look bitch, you want to do this fine, we can do it, and I'll give you a grand on the nose today if we go and shoot the fucking thing right here and now. Anything to get you the fuck out of my office! But I tell you this, we do what I want to do, shoot what I want to shoot and if you got a complaint you fucking keep your big trap shut 'cos I don't wanna hear it. We gotta do this then we do it my way, OK? Understand bitch?"
She was shaken, for sure, and for a moment I thought she was going to back out but in an instant her hard veneer was back and she almost sneered her agreement back at me. Mocking me with her voice and her eyes, telling me with her body language that she was better than this, better than me and I was just a dumb fuck that had struck lucky with a dame like her. It took pretty much all of the remaining composure I had not to keep holding her hair and drag her through to the studio. Though we got in there in double quick time and the dumb bitch never even thought to ask about the contract. Oh dear, I thought, as I started, that is going to come back to haunt her, isn't it?
Lights, camera, action. It took me a few minutes to get the cameras set up and fortunately one of the guys arrived in and I co-opted him into shooting from the shoulder mounted while I took on star duties.
"So what is the score? What do I do? Where do you want me? Will I take my clothes off yet?"
Fuck she was full of questions, and I hated that she was trying to run the show, I need to put an end to that quick smart and I knew just how to take the starch right out of bossy cunt like her.
"Kneel down, open your mouth and I'm going to piss in it."
Simple instruction really. Clear, concise, to the point, no room for misinterpretation if you consider it. Funny how Jessica seemed to have real trouble comprehending it. She stood there, across from me, her mouth flapping like a fish and her tiny brain whirring, it wasn't what she and expected evidently as a starting point.
"But-But, don't you want me to strip first?"
Ah, she had gathered what wits she had and was playing the soft-core approach. I could just imagine a stuck up bitch like this would have so much on herself that she would think just strip off would be worth it for me. Well fuck that honey, you ain't got nothing I ain't seen a million times before on a million foxier chicks than you, cunt.
"No, are you deaf as well as dumb, I said I wanted you to get down on your knees and to get ready to use that mouth of yours for something other than being smart or sucking cock! Now do it!"
To be frank, I did not care in the slightest whether she would go through with it or not., if she thought better of it and stormed out of the studio I would not have chased her, I could happily go back to being in a foul mood and brooding over the general banality of the business and my life in particular. That was just the mood I was in. If she did it then fine, I needed a piss anyway and it would be good for Jessica to start learning that if you don't have the cash then you are nothing but a whore, a prostitute, it's just what you do and are willing to do to get the cash that matters.
By this point in proceedings she had smoothed her skirt and had dropped to her knees but her eyes still said she wouldn't do it, that she still had an argument left to come.
"But my clothes, I can't get them soaked, at least let me take them off. What is this I thought this was just porno?"
I smiled, evilly I like to think.
"It's what I want it to be lady, like I say you are wasting my time right now, if you want the cash then stop speaking, hold that mouth nice and wide and I suggest if you are so worried about your clothes then you don't spill a drop!"
There it was my, last word on it. Jessica either accepted my demands and did what I told or got the hell out. I waited and enjoyed the consternation over her face as she debated it in her mind. She so obviously wanted not to do this, to turn me down and get me back to doing what her idea of a porn video should be, all soft focus and moonbeams no doubt. Not in my world it wasn't. She even moved on her knees, for a moment making me think that was it she was going home but eventually she settled, nodded and prised her jaws apart and held her mouth open for me.
