It had been a busy two weeks in Berlin. There had been the time in the booth at the convention center, the private conferences, and the parties that I was required to attend. There were sales quotas to make, customers problems to solve. Through it all, I was always on guard to project the proper company image. "Friendly, yes, but I won't fuck you", as I jokingly tell my associates at Frederick's of Hollywood.
The others departed for the States on Thursday. I elected to stay on for a week. Friday night, I was taken to a jumping hot spot by a cab driver, after I slipped him twenty Marks. Like a downtown San Fran bar, any type of person your little heart desired was there. The music was German, but a beat is a beat, so the dancing was fun.
As I had heard, some of the guys were in need of a good bath. Otherwise, everyone that I met was friendly to me, even when they found out I was an American. I struck up a conversation with a woman that spoke English. While with her, I happened to glance at a magazine. An article caught my eye. I showed it to her.
The woman explained that the ad was for women that wished to try out to "Star" in a pornographic movie. I ask her if it was common to advertise for that position, and were there a lot of that kind of movie made in Berlin. She answered "Yes" to both questions. We were interrupted when a guy ask her to dance.
I was horny. I craved some excitement. Sitting there, I thought; "Gee, if I was in a German film no one in the States would ever see me." Then, I "Got real," when the sobering thought struck me "You are an old woman of 41, and a little chunky at one hundred and thirty five pounds. They would only be interested in some young thing of eighteen to twenty five." I smiled and went back to watching the sea of strange creatures before me. I did put the magazine in my purse.
During the night, I fingered myself several times thinking of strange cocks in me. "I will only go to the try out to see what kind of people are there."
At 10:45 AM, the cab dropped me off in front of a modest looking, two story, building. I walked in. The office was occupied by an older woman in a blouse and slacks smoking a cigarette. After some sign language, I was handed a number, and then she led me down a hallway into a larger room. At one end there were fifteen woman of various ages. Two men sat at a table in front of a small stage. No one looked my way as I entered.
At eleven, one of the men, speaking in German, issued some directions. All the woman took off all their clothes, except their high heel, as did I, following their example. The men did not stare at them, and the woman continued in their conversations, or sipping coffee as they waited for what was next. Numbers were called . One by one the woman were asked to walk back and fourth on the stage before the two men, who sat at the table, occasionally writing notes. Six of the girls were told to get on their hands and knees and shake so that the men could see their breasts sway.
I was asked to walk, crawl, and shake my tits too. When I finished, I was surprised to hear my number called as one of the five girls to be hired. My game had gone further then I thought it would. One of the men approached me. Speaking in broken English, he said, "We will break for lunch and then the van will take the you and the rest of the crew to this afternoons shooting site. Shooting will be for two days. We make several movies at once, so you will go from one role to another, sometimes with the same set, but different men." He pointed to a small place to eat across the street, and was gone.
I joined the other gals for lunch. There was nothing hard about them. Two spoke English. Two were housewives. One was a student, and one a nurse. All were interested in the 800 Marks ( about $400.00 US) a day pay for their "Time."
The first shooting site was a treed park area. The plot of the movie that I was in had scenes of me wearing a dress (K Mart Blue light special type) being pulled by the hair through the woods by this guy wearing a black leather jacket, black pants, and a black leather hat. He was the Bad Guy. Following us. Not is the picture with us, was a Police officer. We were being tracked by "dongs and condoms being dropped by the bad guy.
In a clearing, my dress was ripped off. With my hands tied, I lay on the ground. Bad guy flings off his clothes and the Director yells, "Cut." Bad Guy does not have a hard on.
