The years I spent in college were difficult at best. I paid for every class, book and pencil myself by working three jobs, loading up on loans and doing without needed items. By the third year I was broke, in debt, and desperate. I had 6 more months of college to get through and a few months of normal paychecks before I could get in control of my situation. I didn't know how I would make it until graduation and spent many nights alternating between racking my brain for solutions and dissolving into tears.
After deciding one evening that I would have to return to my hometown and give up my dream, I headed for a local bar and proceeded to get obliterated. I sat at the bar next to a well-dressed man in his 40's spilling my guts to this absolute stranger. He listened intently and then presented an offer that would solve my financial problems and allow me to stay in school. If I proved myself worthy, I could become financially set in his lucrative business. Anything sounds good when you are desperate and wasted. A dangerous combination. I agreed to meet him at his "office" the next afternoon and took his business card for directions and to jog my memory the next day that I actually had made an appointment. The chances of me remembering on my own were slim.
I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache and feeling queasy but by mid afternoon I was doing much better. His name was Ford and he had left a reminder message on my answering machine. I showered, dressed, and drove to the address on his card. I slipped into the building he deemed his office and waited nervously by the entrance. What did he say he did again? I really couldn't recall. As I contemplated leaving, he emerged from the darkened hallway with an enormous smile. I felt a little shiver run up my spine and racked my brain to remember the previous night's conversation.
Ford lead me to the back of the building where there were movie sets constructed in various places about the warehouse sized room. As I studied the scenes, I realized that most of them had a bed, couch or Dr.'s table in them. Cameras were shooting a scene at the end of the room. I followed Ford down the path, through the equipment, and over to the active set. I swallowed a gasp as my eyes focused on the bedroom scene being shot before me. Two large breasted women wearing dog collars were positioned in a "69", licking the other's pussy while grabbing at her ass or nipples. 10 or 12 men were watching the shoot along with 3 or 4 women. The cameras had the words Perfect Pussy Productions written in bold letters on their sides The two on the bed were moaning and breathing hard while they lapped at the pussy covering their mouths.
