This is a follow up of sorts to my story "A Rich Slut On Hooker Alley" but you don't need to read that tale to follow this one (but if you like this you should because it's more of the same)
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Rachel arrived at the studio at noon and was ushered by the receptionist into Cheryl's office. As she took a seat across from Cheryl she appraised her. She wasn't what Rachel had expected. She had expected the renowned director of the Cheryl's Cute Cunts Are Cum Dumps series, long thought of as the most hardcore, extreme series of porn movies in the world to be a grizzled veteran, not good looking at all. Yet the blonde smiling back at her was in her thirties, had a perfect smile and a youthful, infectious enthusiasm that assaulted her from the start. It was hard to believe that this unassuming woman could have directed some of the most perverse and sick sex scenes in celluloid history.
Cheryl, for her part, was similarly apprising the young woman across from her that seemed so anxious to star in one of her 'specials'. Rachel was a stunningly beautiful girl, she looked and was in her early twenties and had an absolutely fabulous figure (which she was not shy of displaying in the tight black mini-dress she had worn to the interview). Unlike so many of the prospects Cheryl spoke with in this office, she seemed not to have benefited from plastic surgery but possessed a perfectly rounded pair of tits that would be fabulous on film. Her face was almost classical in its set and in another time she could have been a supermodel. So why was she here?
Cheryl sat listening to Rachel's cultured voice tell her why she wanted to make this film and how she was such a sex addict and realised that she deeply disliked the girl. It was not difficult to. This bitch had obviously been born into an extremely wealthy family (she confirmed this confidently), had benefited from an expensive education and was not short of cash. In short, unlike nearly every other girl Cheryl had featured, this girl was doing it because she was addicted to filthy, nasty sex. Not because she needed the cash, like all the others. All this and she had seen plenty of Cheryl's previous work, she had sent her videos to see if Rachel would have the stomach for it and she had appeared even keener after seeing them. Well if the little slut wanted this, Cheryl was going to give it to her, she'd give it to her in spades!
Contracts were signed and Cheryl told Rachel to be at the studio the next day to which Rachel replied.
"I just can't wait" and flounced out.
Cheryl stood at the glass entrance door watching her leave and already started planning the debauchery that she would unleash on her the next day and a sadistic smile grew across her face. It was like a challenge to her, could she break this confident slut and take her past her limits, which she was so certain could not be breached. She reached for her little black book and began contacting some of her 'bigger' guys on the books, and a couple of rougher ones that sometimes she didn't use unless the girl was experienced. Well this little cunt wasn't experienced in the film game but Cheryl wanted to see her face when she found out what real hardcore sex was like.
Watching Rachel arrive the next morning, it was obvious to Cheryl that she would require little or no make up, again most unlike many of the girls that came through this studio. She was very clearly, naturally beautiful. And the subtle make up and jewellery that she wore was almost professional in its application. She was wearing another little black dress (Cheryl was willing to bet the rich bitch had a wardrobe full of them) and expensive leather boots that came up to just below her knees. After a final run through of the script (such as it was – it basically just detailed approximate lengths and descriptions of the various scenes) and that Rachel didn't want to back out. Rachel just looked at her like she was a small child, hard of learning and said she was sure she wanted to do it. Fair enough, thought Cheryl and led her through a non-descript door and into a grey and dull set, comprising of little more than a long, beige coloured, stained sofa. As the cameras rolled Cheryl told Rachel to sit on the sofa and face the camera. She sat looking for all the world out of place, she as too good, too rich to be in such dank and dingy surroundings.
CHERYL: So tell us who you are? Let the viewers out there know a little about you.
RACHEL: My name is Rachel Stevens, I'm 23, come from Connecticut, don't have a job but am a sex addict.
CHERYL: And what are you?
RACHEL: I am a piece of shit whore. A fucking cock sucking cum dump (smiles sweetly at camera - happy to have memorised her lines so well and spoken them with such conviction)
CHERYL: You bet your ass you are! And you don't have a job? Why is that Rachel?
RACHEL: Because my father is rich and supports me.
CHERYL: I'll bet Daddy is real proud of his little girl. Real proud she's such a fucking filthy slut (at this point an envelope is waved in front of the camera). Why don't you tell the viewers what this is slut.
RACHEL: It's a stamped addressed envelope.
CHERYL: And who is it addressed to?
RACHEL: My father and mother.
CHERYL: That's right bitch, and when we're finished filling you with cum and showing the world what a cock hungry slut you are, I'm gonna post them an early version of our little film. What do you think they'll think then? (at this Cheryl's hand can be seen stretching forward to grab Rachel's hair and wrenching her forward to look directly into the camera).
RACHEL: I don't know.
CHERYL: Think they'll be proud?