The Sindustry Lesbo Lympics

Author Note: This is another entry into the ongoing Sindustry series.

When I first came to Los Angeles to do porn, I had been outed as doing OnlyFans in my hometown. Thing was, a lot of people were doing it at the time, due to the combination of the pandemic and the shitty pay of service jobs. Personally, I was dipping my toe into sex work, something I really did want to do, even if I couldn't admit it to myself.

The truth is, there are a lot of reasons people start OnlyFans. One type is the former athlete, the one that didn't make their professional or Olympic dreams, but still had a hard-earned body and a desire to use it to perform in front of an audience. The next worst thing to missing out on the big prize would be to let all that hard work go to waste.

When I finally made the move from small-time OnlyFans to Los Angeles for the big adult industry, I got a lot of support from the sort of girls I'd made friends with on Onlyfans, including a number of former athletes.

"You've made the big-time, Gwen!," one friend Lydia, a former gymnast, told me.

"You should come along!" I said.

"Ha! I think I will stick to OnlyFans and figure drawing classes," Lydia said.

But Lydia kept following my success as I started my own production company and started gathering a growing group of sexy collaborators. She and I would continue to talk. I knew she was afraid to take the jump, and I wasn't going to push her. But I wasn't about to stop seducing her. This wasn't the Olympics, but it was a dream. So when the Summer Olympics came along and it was time to make content to ride off it, I knew it was the perfect match for her skills.

But I didn't directly ask for participation, just for advice.

"Hey, can we have a phone call about some ideas for Olympic porn scripts I want to write?" I texted.

"Of course," she texted back.

We were on other sides of the country, but she had Zoom and wine. We talked about various ideas and she provided useful technical advice. As the wine flowed we got looser. I began asking her how to film certain acts, and if she knew someone who could train our pornstars to look competent.

"If you could cover a plane ticket and I could crash at your place, I could do it," she said.

I knew then I had her. She wasn't going to come all this way merely to train and look. She loved to gush about the hot male talent I worked with, though with the women it was a platonic love of their art. But I had casually mentioned the male talent in some other ideas.

"I could never do anything on camera," Lydia said.

"I'm not saying you have to do them on camera," I said, "But you aren't coming all this way to just look."

By then the wine was really kicking in.

"When my Dad found out about my work, his only request was that I never do anything on camera with a guy," Lydia confessed.

"Fair enough. Your stuff is tasteful as it is," I said.

And it was. Lydia was Greek-American, and her father and mother were immigrants. She had the beautiful brunette Mediterranean look. Her fit body and olive skin worked together to make her look like a Greek goddess. Most of her work was classy stuff like that, with only very light implied lesbian (light touching, near kissing, but nothing to imply oral).

"My parents have really come around," Lydia said, "They say it's always important to represent the proud heritage of the Greeks."

"Gymnasiums and gymnastics used to be about being naked as it was, so you are really just reaching your potential," I said.

Lydia laughed.

"I suppose I could shoot some classy stuff with some of the women I train with? It could boost my profile," she said.

"Of course," I said, "Can you give me an idea of what you are looking for?" I asked.

I got her to start to pose, and soon she was naked, giving the poses she thought worked best for gymnast bodies. I loved it.

"Trust me, the girls will love to work with you," I said.

"Just let them know I may be Greek, but I'm not from Lesbos," she said.

I left that where it was. Sometimes you have to let the seeds grow.

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One lucky thing about living in Los Angeles is that when a big event comes around, there are thousands of influencers seeking to cash in on it, and many more trying to cash in on them trying to cash in. The market is always as unstable as most fame seekers, and I lucked into a loft that had been turned into a photo studio of athletic shoots. Most of the time it was a fake boxing gym for wannabe tough rappers or Disney teen stars trying to have a tough guy image.

It had converted it to a fake gymnastics gym. So had many others, and Los Angeles was lousy with it, and influencers willing to offer legit gyms "exposure". We got a deal paying cash, and a great view of the city to boot.

Lydia and I arrived early and her mouth dropped when she saw the space.

"Oh, my gosh. You always know how to get the best places," Lydia said.

"90% of the job of producers is logistics," I said, "The sex is a lot less than most people think."

"Even if your sex game is only 10% of your locations game, your costars are lucky," she said.

Part of "logistics" is finding talent, and not just on screen. Lydia saw all the ways that the room was poorly arranged for actual gymnastics, and not in a way that helped the photos and video look better. She got a new layout figured, and when the crew started coming in they helped move equipment around.

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I was scheduled to direct and shoot through the day for the most part, but I was involved in the early photo-only scenes. As part of the compensation for the actresses we agreed to take some classy athletic photos to add for non-porn nude work, as well as some softcore nudes for their entry level tiers on "fans" sites and apps. We even had some other actresses who wouldn't be in the videos come in and get some photos for payment for past work, or favors to be cashed in later.

The first few hours were about those photos. Lydia would be shooting her training of the other model as part of her own content to be put out. She was assisted by Brittney, another former gymnast turned sex worker. We non-gymnasts were put through the basics of stretches, tumbling, balance and other moves. None of us was expecting to be Simone Biles, but we got much better from our start. The ones with experience as strippers fared much better.

On top of teaching us how to do basics, she also taught us how to flex to emphasize our bodies. Our butts, breasts, legs, feet, midriffs and backs were posed and poised. These mostly skinny, but soft bodies came alive in new ways. More than a few of the girls loved the feeling of Lydia's deft hands posing and handling them, both in their leotards and in states of undress.

Too bad Lydia wasn't "from Lesbos".

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We got the photo portion done and took a break while the crew set up for the porn video portion of the day. Of course, there aren't really "breaks" on shoot days when you're an influencer, porn star, or combination of the two. Content demand is heavy, and the algorithms demand you make more and more.

So forgive the math, but 90% of the job of porn producer is to maximize every moment on set.

For this shoot I would be too busy to be on screen, but I had a good group of three women: Babz Moriarty, my favorite costar (and my one true lesbian crush), Cherry Red, and Brittney. Lydia would help choreograph.

I filmed as we chatted and stretched.

"You should call up a guy, I am sure we could slide this in," Babz said as Brittney and Lydia both helped her stretch out her legs.

"You've got two fit female gymnasts stretching you out, and all you can think about is dick?" Cherry asked.

"Please, you think about dick all the time," Babz said, "I appreciate being stretched out here, but I want other parts of me stretched out."

"We have monster dildos available," I said.

"And I got plenty of holes to fill," Babz said, "Trust me, if I knew how to stretch like this, I would be shooting Cirque de Hole-leil."

"I wish you were comfortable doing this on screen," Brittney told Lydia.

"I've got a certain brand I keep up with," Lydia said, "Classy classical antiquity."

"You know what would be funny and classy? Do some body paint and pose like we're on gay Greek pottery," Babz said.

Babz got up from the floor.

"Wow, this feels so good," she said, "How gay is gymnastics? Did I miss out because I didn't have any Black role models growing up?"

"It's not women's basketball queer, but you aren't lacking. More than a few girls have their first crushes on the older gymnasts," Brittney said, "The best position to be is the senior gymnast on a college team. You have a bunch of freshmen coming in who spent so much time in the gym they couldn't date, most of the guys in their gymnast's classes are gay, and they are suddenly free from their overindulgent parents."

"Ugh, so jealous," Babz said, turning to Lydia, "You almost made the national team, you must have gotten the most."

"I'm not actually lesbian," Lydia said.

"What a waste," Babz said, "Granted, Gwen wasn't really into it until I came along."

"Still not really gay," I said, "You're the exception that proves the rule."

"Well, can I call in an exception soon?" Babz said flirtatiously.

"Ugh, again, you have all these women in front of you, and you're still looking to fuck someone else," Cherry said.

"This is work fucking, she is fun fucking. It's called work-life balance," Babz said.

Babz suddenly started giggling.

"What if I did twerk-life balance on the balance beam?" Babz asked.

I looked at Brittney.

"Could we organize that without Babz breaking her leg?" I asked.

"Sure!' she said.

The others went over, but Lydia stayed behind.

"Hey, can I look over that script?"

"Sure," I said, handing her my tablet.

She reviewed it.

"Is it too late to make changes?" she asked.

"This is porn. Better than most, but it's not Shakespeare or part of the canon," I said.

"This isn't a small change. It's adding another character," Lydia said.

I smiled as I saw her face redden.

"Next time you want to star, just tell me," I said.

She did some quick edits to the script, mostly writing changes over the existing scenes. We read over the changes to the others and they loved it.

"I knew you had to have some interest," Brittney said.

"I think I just like performing," Lydia said.

"Just teach us gymnastics, we'll help you with the rest," Cherry said, "We can cover where you're not as strong."

I saw the flicker of competitiveness in Lydia's eyes. She might not be a natural lesbian, but she was a natural competitor. This would be fun.

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The scene opens with Babz and Cherry stretching out. But instead of the professional stretching they had in the photoshoots, this was both of them using stretching as an excuse to get close to each other. They play innocent, flirtatious and softcore. That allows the camera to linger over their bodies, their caresses, and their looks at each other.

The carefree flirtation is interrupted as Lydia and Brittney, acting serious, enter the gym.

"Excuse us, ladies, but this isn't playtime," Lydia scolds them.

Cheery and Babz look like deer in the highlights.

"I don't think they really want to be competitors," Brittney says.

"We do!" Babz chimes in.

"I'm not going to waste my time if all you girls want to do is play grab ass. Join a sorority for that," Lydia says.

"We can do both!" Cherry declares.

"I need you to commit to going full gymnast then," Lydia says.

"We will!" Babz and Cherry say.

"Okay, get out of those leotards," Lydia orders.

Their eyes go wide.

"But, why?" Cherry asks.

"Real Olympians trained and performed in the nude," Lydia says, beginning to get naked as well.

Lydia stands before them, her muscles flexed. They are both in awe of her body, in all its sculpted form. Before them is the closest they'll ever get to a Greek goddess on Earth.

"Get naked, or get out!" Lydia orders.

They get naked, modestly covering their breasts and vagina with their hands.

"What's wrong? You have something to be ashamed of?" Lydia asks.

She grabs Babz and Brittney grabs Cherry. They pull their hands back and expose them in their full nudity.

"Get rid of that shame. We only tolerate winners here," Lydia says.

They both finally stand nude for the examination by their coaches. Lydia and Brittney walk around evaluating their naked students.

"You both need work. Let's start with stretching to get your bodies right."

Lydia and Brittney then proceed to stretch their students out. It was a mix of the real stretches, and ones designed for the camera. Babz and Cherry's bodies were on display, stretched and moving. They are bent face down, ass up, legs spread to stretch their thighs and show off their pussies, and their hands pull behind their back to show their chest and the beautiful agony on their faces.

"This is the only first step of stretching you out," Lydia declares.

The camera cuts, and after the edit Lydia and Brittney have on bronze strap-ons and Babz and Cherry on their knees in front of them. Each coach takes one of their students by the hair and directs their mouths on the dildos. They alternate between thrusting against their throats and allowing the students to suck on the dildos themselves.

Both Lydia and Brittney get on the mat and put their student over them. They eat their student's pussy, while their thighs lock around their student's head and they guide them down on the dildo's The strength of their well-toned legs compliments the submissiveness of their students.

The dildos in their mouths do little to muffle the moans of pleasure.

Both submissives satisfied, Lydia and Brittney stand back up.

"What color are our dildos?" Lydia asks..

"Bronze," Babz says.

"Do you want to play for only bronze?" Lydia asked.

"No, ma'am," Babz says.

"What color medal is one better than bronze?" Lydia asks..

"Silver," Babz says..

"Exactly, Time for you to earn that," Lydia says..

Lydia and Brittney put Babz and Cherry next to pommel horses and have them grab the handles. They swap their bronze dildos for larger silver ones. Before beginning Lydia and Brittney put chalk on their hands and give their students a slap on their asses, leaving a chalky handprint.

Lydia and Brittney begin fucking Babz and Cherry.

"How does it feel getting silver?" Lydia says as she thrusts hard into Babz.

"Better than bronze!" Babz says.

"Shall we call these sluts our pommel whores?" Brittney askes.

Lydia laughs and they both pull the hair of their partners as Babz and Cherry struggle to stay standing and white-knuckle onto the handles under the pleasure.

Thoroughly fucked, Babz and Cherry are relieved and allowed to stand again.

"Now there is one better medal than silver," Lydia says.

Babz and Cherry, looking very exhausted, shake their heads yes.

"I don't know, I think these little sluts aren't up to earning gold," Brittney says.

"No, we can do it," Cherry says..

"Only one person can get gold in competition, though," Lydia says, "Which one will it be?"

"What about team competition where many people on the same team can win?" Babz asks.

Brittney smiles.

"If only you could be as physically flexible as you are mentally flexible," Brittney says.

"We can work their bodies to make them," Lydia says, "Fetch the gold dildos."

Two gold dildos, the largest ones,are brought out. Babz and Cherry are given the strap-ons.

"Time for the team competition, which lesser people would merely call an orgy," Lydia says.

The team competition begins.

This was no mere lesbian orgy. When you have two gymnasts who are competitive enough to join the US Gymnastics team, it doesn't matter if they were the top of the top. The difference between the top 0.1% and the mere top 1% is still miles above the rest of us, and their performances, in gymnastic or gym-nasties, are a sight to behold.

Unlike bending Babz and Cherry over pommel horses, Lydia and Brittney were not static recipients of the dildos. They move their bodies constantly, in gravity defying balancing acts they made look natural, while Babz and Cherry had to struggle to keep up.

Babz was fucking Lydia in a missionary position, while Lydia's legs moves in acrobatic angles, wrapping around Babz and making it clear who was in charge. She moves her pelvis up, forcing Babz into a tip-toe position to maintain her thrusts. Lydia then pushes herself off and in a stunning move manages to tumble forward, pushing Babz onto her back. Lydia was now on top in a cowgirl position, having not let the dildo slip from her pussy in the move. She moves her feet to pin down Babz' arms with her feet while still riding her.

Brittney was no less in control with Cherry. Brittney boldly chose the uneven bars, grabbing the lower one and wrapping her legs around Cherry's waist. Cherry got her dildo inside and stars thrusting upward. Brittney begins to meet the thrusts, swinging lightly while holding on to the bar with impressive upper body strength.

Then Brittney took charge, pushing off Cherry's body with her feet, freeing the dildo from her pussy. Cherry began to fall back, but Brittney caught her with her feet and pulls her forward, face-first into her pussy. With her strong legs she held Cherry in place to eat her pussy.

Brittney, probably due to exhaustion, finally releases Cherry and drops down.

"Now your turn on the bars," she says.

Cherry jumps up and reaches the bars, but couldn't do much more than hang there.

"Get ready," Brittney says.

Brittney backs up and runs straight toward her. She does a front flip, then jumps forward and grabs the bars and wraps her legs around Cherry's body. With one foot she directs the dildo into her pussy. They begin swinging (Brittney providing much of the momentum) and Brittney gasp theatrically at each swing drives he dildo into her.

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There were more incredible acts of athletics and saph-letics. My mind was blown more than it had ever been making or watching porn in my life. My mind raced between figuring out the physics of what I was seeing, wishing I could be part of it, being afraid of being part of it, and being absolutely in love with Brittney and Lydia's commitment to the act when they were not the type you would naturally believe would do porn.

Mostly, though, I was so goddamn proud, humbled, and amazed I could be part of such an inspiring performance. The awe of the Olympics and what they mean was playing out right before me, when I thought I was just making a sexy little parody. Part of me wondered, and I still wonder as I write this, what could happen if I could get the budget, the athletes, the trainers and the space to make a real sex porn Olympics for all to enjoy. The Greek Pantheon might be a myth, but they would have to be made manifest simply to enjoy the display made in their honor.

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The scene ends with Lydia and Brittney looking at their students.

"You both have some potential, but you'll have to work three times harder to prove it," Lydia says.

"We'll work four times as hard!" Babz declares.

Brittney chalks her hands, then slaps both students on their asses.

"Hit the showers," Brittney orders.

Babz and Cherry gleefully run to the showers.

"Let's give them ten minutes for the warm water to wash off, fuck each other, and let the hot water loosen their muscle before we join them," Lydia says.

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"And cut!" I said.

Lydia and Brittney finally broke character. Lydia looked over to me.

"How was that?" she asked.

I walked up and kissed her.

"I don't know if I can go back to shooting and watching regular porn after that. Oh my God," I said.