This is a very long story. There's a nice treat for you at the end, reader. You are going to like it. If you want to help me to improve my phrase construction, I'd be glad. English is not my mother language. If you want to use this as an inspiration to a new story, or if you want to improve this, please link my story on your own and let me know.
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On a very hot day of Los Angeles, in a very nice building, you could hear a woman yelling at someone. This woman was Heather Vandyke and this is the Exclusive Holes Productions' Office. Inside Jerry King's room, Heather was fighting over royalties of her last movie.
Heather is nineteen years old, one year of experience in the pornographic industry. Heather looks just like all the other thousands of wannabe porn stars in Los Angeles in the 90s: straight blonde hair, pouty lips, perky tits, thin waist, a nice butt and long lean legs. She was deadly seductive.
β Fuck you, Jerry! I made 7 scenes on this stupid movie. β Heather yelled.
β Heather, calm down. β Jerry said β If you keep screaming, I'm going to ask Jules to kick you out.
β Seven fucking scenes, and this is what I get? US$200? β Heather lowered the tone, but still looking mad at Jerry.
β You have to understand that we have operational costs. We are a company. Investors want their money, I need money β Jerry explained.
β I took 10 cocks, Jerry. I'm still sore. I think I'm worth a lot more than 200 dollars. And that wasn't what we accorded. Remember? 150 per scene. β Heather said.
β Did we sign anything? β Jerry said with a smirk on his face.
β Oh my god, I can't believe you are doing this to me, Jerry β she said as her eyes started to water.
β Don't cry, Heather. β Jerry said.
β I was counting on this to pay my rent, Jerry β she said between crying and hiccups. β WHY? β she screamed and burst into tears.
β Well, darling. There's something we could do to help you to pay your rent. β Jerry said while walking around his table and sitting in front of Heather.
β What? β she said with her head in hands.
Jerry started undoing his belt and his zipper.
β Look up sweetie β Jerry says
His cock was fully hard, he liked to see girls desperate so he can take advantage of them. Heather is not the first one, and certainly, not the last. His cock was big. Around 8 inches, not too thick, but still had a good presence. It looked heavy.
Heather slowly lifted her head and faced his cock, a few inches from her face. She kept crying.
β No, I don't want to β Heather said between hiccups.
β Heather, baby. This is going to be easy. Play with my dick and I'll pay your rent. β Jerry said while stroking his cock.
β No. I don't want to. It's not worth for just one rent. Plus you will not pay it and ask me later "did we sign anything?" β Heather said trying to recover from her tears.
β Well, darling. If you're not doing this on the easy way, I think we need to try the hard way. β Jerry said.
β What do you mean? β Heather asked.
Jerry jumped Heather and held her hand up in the air. He removed his belt and tied her hands on the back of the chair. He shoved his cock in Heather's mouth. He started fucking her face harshly.
Heather started having gag reflexes and her eyes started to water. Her mouth was producing too much saliva. Each stroke Jerry's dick made deep down her throat, the more she drools on his dick. Her saliva was running through her neck and soaking her pink tank-top, so she started trying to control the outtake of saliva by sucking his cock. She wasn't giving in to Jerry.
Jerry finally pulled his soaked cock from Heather's mouth and rubbed all over her face. He stroked a little and then he burst into 7 ropes of thick white cum.
β Damn, Heather! You're nasty. Wow! β Jerry said.
Heather couldn't say anything, she couldn't move. She could only cry. She was in shock. Jerry threw some wipes on her. He untied Heather.
β I hope you understand this, Heather. β Jerry said while he was turning off a hidden camera he set up on a table behind her. He caught the tape and hid it in his pocket.
He sat on his table and started counting some money.
β Here are 150 dollars per scene, right? For 7 scenes, that's 1,050 dollars. And here are more 1000 dollars for this minor inconvenience. β Jerry said putting the money in Heather's cleavage.
Heather looked back at Jerry imagining herself exploding his head with a baseball bat.
β Kill yourself, Jerry. β She spat on the floor. And she started running towards the door.
β Yeah, maybe later I'll do that. β He yelled back.
Heather slammed the door behind her. And Jerry held the tape like he was holding a Nobel Prize. Laughing out loud, he went back to his comfy chair still looking at that tape like it was The One Ring. He picked up a marker and wrote something on it.
Heather entered the elevator. Her tank-top had some wet spots, her make-up was all ruined. She walked out of the building and didn't say anything to anybody. She didn't even look back to the Exclusive Holes Office for the last time.
She took a cab to the most loved bar between sex workers. The Family Jewels. She ordered a few beers and some snacks. As she ordered the 6th beer, arrived a man. He hunts for a good looking prey. He spots Heather.
β Hey there, may I sit here? β He asked politely. β My name is John. John Carter.
John was 6'1", a very large guy. He was wearing a blue shirt and jogging shorts. You could spot some fat on him, but you could notice he was a built guy in the past. He was a famous porn star back in the 70s and 80s.
Heather looked at the stool, at John and then the beer. She didn't say a word, but she was looking bored.
β What's your name, pretty girl? β John insisted while sitting on the stool.
β Heather β She said in a low tone.
β Beautiful name. That was the name of a girl I was sweet on my first grade. β John said.
Heather rolled her eye pretty quickly.
β Oh, really? 176 years ago and you still remember that? β she said impatiently.