The past 9 months had been a very wild time for us.
"Us" is me, Nancy Wladczyk, and the other part of "us" is my husband Ted. While I figure that anyone reading this on Literotica can find out about me by reading the first two parts of this, and, even though I don't get a damn thing out of it as an amateur author, you SHOULD read them since I don't really plan to rehash everything for your benefit. So if I refer to something from a previous chapter and don't explain it, then it's up to you to go back and read. I can't be bothered with rehashing the past; I have too much to do in the present!
Anyway, in the nine months following our interview on Gwenn Nettles "Life on the Wild Side" web show, I learned that a web show could do things you would NEVER see on TV, Cable or even most streaming services. Her show is something new - sponsored by three of the major internet adult video aggregators, it is available to paid subscribers of almost every adult website with a paywall. I'm told that they are still working out the payment model, but in the meantime, her live show is simulcast on a number of pay sites. I still have questions about it but Ted, as manager, is working it all out. Since we produce adult videos of a very specific nature we're trying to work out how to get the widest distribution while still making decent money.
Don't let anyone kid you - being in porn can be a whole lot of fun, but it's also hard work. Harder than some folks expect. We've met a whole lot of young women with hot bodies willing to do anything, as well as a shit load of big cocks who think that their anatomy guarantees a future in the industry. Let me tell you, merely liking sex is the very smallest necessity. Even being wild about it won't guarantee fame and lasting success.
And for crying out loud, even having a hot body isn't a guarantee. No, you need to bring something special to the table in order to last. There are a lot of porn videos out there on the web. That means that a whole lot of men and women have had to deal with a part of their life that may already be over, but which still exists on film to remind them and possibly shock new friends and family. If you're an orphan like me, no big deal. If you are serious about porn as a career, no big deal. But if the film you made was just a lark, or because you really needed the money, you have to be wondering how people will think of you. If all goes well with our current plan - the one we're here to promote - then maybe I can take on that issue, and get the videos of the "I only did it because I needed the money badly" or the "I found out I couldn't make it in that business and I want to return to life" folks off when they leave the business. We'll see.
I digress. We had just spent the last nine months working insanely hard to take another step in the direction of legitimizing porn. Working with Ted, I wrote, scripted, directed, starred in and producing a series of films that we were betting women (and men) would truly appreciate. I'm thrilled with the end results, and even more so at the quality of the men and women now attached to our enterprise. (That means we have a business that includes a film studio, website, adult show entertainment and even a school for aspiring porn actors. Yeah, I know - seems weird at first, but that's one of the things I'm going on the air to speak about. So stay tuned!)
We've had invites from a lot of the talk shows. After speaking to the showrunners, we declined most of them. First off, if they can't even show the book title ("I Find the Time is Always Right to Fuck Black Men."), they sure as shit aren't going to let us talk about it! Ted tried one of those shows and was physically sick for a week after the taping. So Gwenn's show is our favorite place. We can do and had done everything on her stage.
Tonight we were returning for a number of reasons; just one of which was that Gwenn, her husband and piano playing bandleader of her studio band John Longham - who also had a big, thick, black cock as well as an amazing tongue - had become our good friends and regular sex partners. We relate to them like family, actually. Another reason - we wanted to unveil my movies to a wide audience, and along with the unveiling I wanted the opportunity to speak about what we had to do to produce them. I knew we could on her show. Hell, we had a gangbang on her stage at least once!
Normally, I'm the calm one and Ted is a touch wacked when we are dealing with other media folks. Tonight, however, I was more nervous than I recall ever being. And that includes the first time Ted watched me go black for the first time. He had put on his big boy pants or something and was calm, cool and collected.
We had driven into the city from our home, and I spent the entire drive somewhere off in la-la land, completely detached from the world. We might have passed through the gate of hell or heaven and I wouldn't have noticed! Finally, the car slowed and Ted pulled into the studio's parking facility.
"Nancy? Nancy! Come back to earth, honey! We're here. What do you need to say?"
"You brought the tapes? Did you bring them all? Just one? Don't tell me you forgot to bring the tapes? What are we going to do?"
He sat there as I got all worked up. "Finished?" he asked.
"FUCK! I can't believe I'm this nervous! Of course you made sure they have them. I know that. I'm just so crazed about this whole thing. What if I misjudged and no one will want to see them? Will I have wasted our time and money?"
"Yup," he said. "You ARE crazed. Okay, let's get this handled here and now. Ready?"
"Yes. YES! I'm ready. Fix me!!" I wailed.
"You, Nancy Wladczyk, have spent the last nine months creating a series of films - and maybe even a whole genre of porn - that will eventually be known as truly adult, adult films. Not just films for those over the legal age, but films that treat the audience as adults because they have plots, storylines, acting and a reverence for women instead of the objectification of women and the despicable treatment of them. You did it and you did it brilliantly. And hell, if they don't go over well, then we'll go back to the old way of doing porn and keep a roof over our heads until we can attack it again. Got it?"
I grabbed him and hugged him hard and long. Having him as both husband and manager makes me one of the luckiest women in the world. "Yes, you wonderful son of a bitch. I got it. I get it. Now lets go knock 'em alive!" And with that we turned off the car, got out and went into the studio.
Except for some new faces, which are always inevitable, we were met and greeted by folks we knew from our previous appearances. Hugs were exchanged, cheek kisses and air kisses and ass grabbing (from the guys in the band who had become bed mates) as well as some odd reactions. We were introduced to new members of the band, and could immediately tell that something was up. It wasn't just because the new members were all women - at least, I didn't think that was it. I made a mental note to find out before we went on air. Just as I was logging it into my internal memo system I was grabbed from behind in a reverse bear hug. I felt a very large cock at my back, and as I noted the long black arms surrounding me I hear a voice in my ear.
