I have a whole series of these stories written. They work pretty well as stand alone stories, all revolving around Tucker Sims and his porn studio, but some things will make more sense if you read them in the order they were posted. I hope you enjoy them. As usual, the people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.
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The Silver Fox
Tucker had been wanting to add a gray haired pro to his stable of men for quite some time. Over the years he'd had a few amateur women request a 'daddy' type man, and unless the woman was barely legal none of the men he worked with fit the bill. Finding a seasoned pro who wanted to work in Tucker's wintry, down-on-its-luck city proved difficult, so he'd been keeping his eye out for a promising amateur to bring into the fold.
At his favorite blues bar he'd noticed a quiet loner at a few of the shows. Tall and fit, with none of the paunch of a typical man in his fifties, his roughly cut gray hair and trim beard gave him the look of a college professor. It was clear to Tucker he was interested in women, but he seemed to be shy and only admired them from a distance. No wedding ring, a noticeable lump in his slightly tight jeans, a moderate, always under control drinking habit and an easy-going politeness were all plusses. Tucker decided to talk to him.
"Good show tonight, huh?" Tucker said.
The band was taking a break. The two men had a casual conversation about music as Tucker sized things up. Dave was the man's name, and Tucker liked him. A nice guy with a winning smile, Tucker was sure women would like him too.
"So this might sound nutty coming from someone you hardly know, but I'm in the porn business and I'm looking for a guy your age to do some work," Tucker said. He handed Dave his card.
"The porn business?" Dave said, looking confused. "I guy like
me
? I think maybe you had too much to drink tonight!" he laughed.
"It's for real. I know it's gonna sound crazy until you think about it some, but after you mull it over tonight, if you're even a little bit interested, give me a call and come down and see the studio. I'd love to show you around. A lot of the people I work with started as amateurs. It's really fun work. You can probably imagine that, right? And the money's good. It'd just be a once in a while thing, a nice sideline for you to make some extra bucks."
"Wow. You're serious?" Dave said, looking at the business card in his hand again. "Right here in town you're makin' porn?"
"Yup. Do me a favor and keep it under your hat. We like to keep things under the radar."
"Oh yeah, sure," Dave said. "I'll tell you Tucker, I'm gonna say no, because it sounds like a crazy thing for me to do. I'm not really a show-off kind of person, plus it's just..."
"Crazy? Yeah, I know. Everybody thinks that, but once they try it they like it. Like I said, the majority of our work is with amateurs, most of them women who just come in for a one-time thing. Most of them are super nervous, and ninety-nine percent of them leave saying they had the best time. But I'm not gonna pressure you man. Just think it over for a few days and give me a call. Even if you don't wanna do it stop down and I'll show you around."
"Yeah, thanks," Dave said. The band started their second set and Tucker wandered off into the crowd. Dave looked at the business card again, shook his head in disbelief, and put it in his pocket.
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Dave took another long look at the little white card when he got home. A nice gentle buzz from a few drinks and the good vibe from a good show made the whole idea seem almost realistic. He shook his head and tried to push the fantasy out of his head, but it was lodged in pretty good at that point.
The next day he loaded up his truck with supplies for the house painting job he had. It was a big Victorian that would take him a month, working alone as he did. After getting a start on it that morning he sat in his truck while he ate his lunch. Two bites into his sandwich he called Tucker. Everything Tucker had talked about was way too intriguing, and his dialing finger was not to be denied.
"I'm wondering why you would want a guy my age?" he asked, after the usual pleasantries.
"Some girls have daddy issues," Tucker said. "I'm guessing most of the work for a guy your age will be with 'daughter age' women. There'll be some older women too of course, but I think most would be twenty years younger or more. Does that sound appealing?"
"Ha!" Dave laughed. "If you're playin' me you're doin' an awesome job!"
"No man, not at all. I'm a straight shooter. You'll find that out pretty quick," Tucker said. "Just givin' you the facts so you can make up your mind. Does the daughter thing bother you? Do you have one?"
"No, I've never been married. No kids."
"How old are you Dave? Fifty..."
"Fifty-five."
"So I guess the daddy issue girls would be eighteen to thirty-five, or somethin' like that, right?"
"I guess!" Dave laughed. "Why does this sound way to good to be true?"
"We're in the fantasy business Dave. Why don't you come down and see the place. It'll help you with your thinking, won't it?"
"Yeah, I guess so. I am kinda curious..."
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Dave pressed the button on the intercom later that afternoon, still in his work clothes. Tucker buzzed him in. He walked down the hall, pausing to look at the awards in the glass case. Tucker came out of his office to greet him.
"Dave! Good to see you man!" Tucker said. "That was a hot band last night, huh? Fuckin' guitar player was on
fire!
"
"Yeah, it was a good show," Dave said. He was thankful for the small talk to calm his nerves. "I saw 'em at Bluesfest a few years ago. Great band."
"Oh, yeah, I was there. That was a good day. So, welcome to my little fantasy factory."
"I had no clue you were here doing this. I did a painting job next door last year."
"Oh yeah? I'll have to give you a call when I need somethin' like that. The place's in pretty good shape at the moment."
"Yeah, I'm impressed. I expected sleazy for some reason, but this is...nice!"
"So let me show you the studio. Not much goin' on today. I'm doing some editing and one of the girls is here trying on some new wardrobe."
"Oh, okay," Dave said, excited he might get to meet one of the girls.
They walked down the hall to the big open part of the old warehouse. Tucker switched on the overhead lights.
"We've got some permanent sets set up — a bedroom, a living room, a hotel room. We modify 'em often to keep things fresh. And then we've got these open sets where we mix and match, and set up other kinds of things.
"This is the men's dressing room," Tucker said as they walked in. "I've got a stylist named Chip who's been with me forever. Great guy. He does the men's wardrobe, hair, makeup if it's needed. On the girls side I've got Marsha. She works at Hair Factory when she's not here. She's been with me for a long time too. Works miracles with women's hair, and she's great with the makeup and clothes too," Tucker said as they walked toward the women's dressing room. "She's not here today, but Molly is. I don't know if you checked out the website yet. She goes by Donna Deeper on the site."
Dave pictured what someone who called herself Donna Deeper would look like. Kind of ragged. Fake tits. Cocaine habit maybe.
"Molly, you decent?" Tucker asked as he knocked on the dressing room door.
"I haven't been decent since I met you," she said, opening the door with a big, beautiful smile on her pretty face.
Dave was shocked by her loveliness. And by her barely covered, beautifully natural body.
"Whaddya think about this ribbony stuff? I kinda like it," she said, looking down at her outfit.
She twirled to show off the lingerie. A mix of white, black and pink. The pink was a garter belt made of satin ribbon, and there were pink and black ribbon accents laced through the little white bra and panties.
"Yeah, looks good. Festive, like for a special occasion," Tucker said. "Molly, this is Dave. I'm tryin' to talk him into doin' some work with us."
"Hi Dave," Molly said, still smiling brightly. "Boy, you're a tall one!"
"Nice to meet you Molly."
Dave couldn't think of much more to say. He'd never met a woman in lingerie before, and he was hard pressed to think of meeting another woman as naturally sexy as Molly. His mind was kind of blank, except for — damn those are some tits!
"So whaddya think Molly, ya think the girls'd like to have Dave around? I've been wanting a silver fox kind of guy for a while, for the girls with daddy stuff goin' on in their heads, you know?"
"Oh I know," she smiled. "Yeah, Dave, you'll love it here. It's really like a family. I don't know much about you, but I have a feeling you'll fit right in," she winked.
"Well, that's pretty much the tour Dave. It's a pretty simple business. I can show you the editing room if you like, and I can screen some videos for you in my office. Wanna join us Molly?"
"Sure. Should I change first?"
"I vote no," Tucker said.
The three of them walked through the empty studio to the editing room, and on to Tucker's office.
"Beer Dave? You probably had a long day at work," Tucker said.
"Oh. Okay," Dave said, sounding a bit unsure of the situation.
"Have a seat you guys. I'll get some for us," Tucker said as he left.
"So you work construction?" Molly asked as she sat down on the couch, her stocking covered legs and barely covered tits vying for Dave's attention.
"I'm a painter," Dave said.
"Oh that's good work. Everybody needs that, right?" she said. "Have a seat."
She patted the couch next to her. Dave sat, giving her some space. He was a bit flummoxed by her. A porn star, but only eight or ten years younger than him, and way more 'girl next door' than he expected for someone who goes by the name Donna Deeper. She was kind of stunning actually, in a natural kind of way. Someone he would love to have met in a bar, although he knew he probably wouldn't have the nerve to talk to a woman as sexy as her.
