Melanie was pleasantly perky and plucky. She was one of the nicest, most straight-laced, students Andrea had—most definitely a girl who had her act together and would do great things with her life. It was her senior year, so she was all wrapped up in picking a college, a major, and securing the money to pay for it all. That is why her parents hired Andrea (under the table of course) to assist Melanie in filling out applications, writing letters of interest, and navigating the whole paperwork rigmarole.
It's not that they didn't care for their daughter's future, quite the opposite in fact, it's just their jobs were too hectic and time consuming, and they knew Andrea was better equipped to give Melanie the advice and assistance she needed. Plus, they hoped Melanie would begin to see Andrea as a role model which she'd actually begun to do.
The two ladies had just put the final touches on a volleyball sports scholarship form when the clock struck five and it was time for Melanie to be getting home. Andrea's husband James' ingrained propensity for chivalry compelled him to walk her home after each study session; Melanie only lived down the street and up the hill, but James insisted on fulfilling this manly duty. Andrea found it a little ridiculous, but endearing all the same. What could happen in such a short distance anyways?
Being an author kept him in front of the laptop for hours on end, so he enjoyed the reprieve, fresh air, exercise, and opportunity to talk to someone other than Andrea or himself. Plus, James and Melanie shared a mutual interest in indie bands. They'd spend the short walk talking about obscure music, eclectic movies, and life's mysteries. After getting to know James, Melanie also came to enjoy their little chats. She hoped to one day find a man as sweet, funny, loyal, and cute as James to call her own.
They were both too consumed in their discussion to notice the van slowly creeping up behind them. It was a residential area, filled with soccer moms, so everyone drove by slowly. It wasn't until the van pulled up beside, swung open its door, and they were literally yanked inside that they knew something was amiss.
They were greeted by an unexpectedly smiling 30 something white male and his two similarly aged but much more fit buddies. "Relax! Believe it or not, I honestly don't want to hurt you and neither do my two compatriots." The two others gave sheepish half waves to their new guests. "We, in fact, just want to make some money, and we need your help."
Neither knew what to say at that point, so they stared blankly and waited for an explanation since his disarming demeanor had actually put both, momentarily, at ease.
"My name is Mike and I'll be your director, cinematographer, and cameraman today. Todd will be our chauffeur, and Alex," indicating the man who helped pull them inside, "will make sure everything goes smoothly."
Keeping his cool, but getting concerned, James asked the obvious, "What do you want from us?"
"We're proprietors of semi-reluctant amateur porn." Noticing his passengers' eyes widen, Mike defended, "You wouldn't believe the market for it."
Waiting a beat for it to soak in, Mike opened his hands and continued, "You're going to be the stars of our next little feature, and if you play along, no one will get hurt, and you'll be back on your way in a little while. I feel compelled to warn you though, if you don't play along, things will go downhill quickly." His straightforward summary of the situation left no doubt in their minds of his sincerity.
Wanting to save both of them, James surveyed their predicament but quickly realized there was little a slightly out of shape English major could do to save them from three better fit men, so he chose to bide his time and see if he could find a safe opportunity down the road. Agitating their captors, getting beat down, or becoming restrained would help neither of them, he determined. Though, both he and Melanie had a strong inkling of where this was heading.
Looking around, James and Melanie were impressed by how well equipped the van was to act as a mobile film studio. It was surprisingly roomy for a panel van, the lighting was natural and effective, there were plenty of handles and ropes to hold and keep your balance as it gently ambled down the road. And, there was a clean bed with fresh sheets laid out for them on the floor.
"Well, no time like the present to get this show on the road," offered Mike. "Slowly take off her clothes please."
Yep, it was as they both feared. "I'm not going to fucking let you have your way with her!" exclaimed James with the utmost conviction prepared to give it his all to protect her.
"Woe, hold your horses Turbo, we have no intention of violating this fine young girl's virtue. God, we're entrepreneurs, not sadistic perverted rapists. We nab couples, 'persuade' them to have sex on camera, and then we send them on their way.
"Doesn't she seem a little young to be my girlfriend?" queried James.
"You two know one another and seem to like each other well enough. What am I supposed to think? Plus, what are you...barely mid 20s?" retorted Mike,
"I'm 25," admitted James.
"So...she's at least 18; that's only seven years apart—doesn't seem that wild to me. Maybe we thought you just liked 'em young," proposed Mike. "Anyways, enough jibber jabber, if you don't do it, one of us will, so consider who she'd rather have."
It went without question, if this was going to happen, which it appeared like it was, Melanie would prefer James to be the one who did it. So, with all other alternatives exhausted, James and Melanie silently acquiesced.
Sheepish and guilty, James offered a "Sorry," but he'd be a liar if he didn't admit there was a part of him that lusted after her, especially those days when she'd race to their place after volleyball practice still sporting those tight short shorts and slightly sweaty hair—her body darn near begging to be pealed out of those clothes and tossed into the shower.
