The Purple Infinity -- Pre-Pilot Casting
Casting Our Lead: Ana Douglass
Scouted Location: Sol System, Earth (the 3
rd
one with all the water), Las Vegas, Nevada
Producer Assigned: Essi (fuck this one up and you're fired!)
Ana didn't get dumped by her fiancé, while Sarah's dick was in her mouth, nor when she was swallowing the thin, clear cum of her lover's orgasm, but almost immediately after Sarah released the handful of Ana's thick, blond hair at the back of her head. Sarah followed her final moan up with, "I'm leaving you after my SRS."
The night was supposed to be a sendoff of sorts for a body part that was a source of both pleasure and discomfort for Sarah. The first surgery of the two required for sexual reassignment was scheduled for the next day. Ana didn't have a problem with any of it. She loved Sarah, loved her tits, loved her ass, loved her cock, loved her mouth, and had every intention of loving her pussy once it was ready to be loved. She saw no issues moving forward, but apparently Sarah did, and had, for a long time without letting her partner know at a monumentally shitty moment for a breakup.
Ana was still on her knees, sweaty from the exertion of pleasing her lover, and feeling satisfied in having done so with the evidence already on its way down her throat, when Sarah told said it was over, that she was leaving her for a man, a lawyer, and they were going to start a family, away from porn, away from a transgender identity, and it went without saying, although Sarah said it anyway, that meant away from Ana.
They'd met doing porn, started a series of videos as a couple, even a website, toy and lingerie line—more than just lovers, they were business partners and now Sarah wanted to go stealth and play housewife for a cis guy? How long had it been going on? Who was this motherfucker? What was she supposed to do now?
It was the dick. Sarah's dick, which was a magnificent 7" of thick, turgid glory in Ana's mind, had been the problem for Anthony, the lawyer. But once it was gone, the day after tomorrow, he'd be the one to help her recover. Never mind all the parts of that relationship that were fucked up beyond reason.
"Get out."
"You'll understand someday why..."
"Get the fuck out!!!"
That was the last saw of Sarah. They actually both got the fuck out: Sarah to her lawyer boyfriend's place and Ana to Lake Meade. There was a rocky little beach next to the blue-green water where Ana and Sarah used to go to watch the sunset. Instinctively, Ana drove there, breaking out her emergency bottle of white tequila tucked beneath the rear seat of her ragtop Jeep Wrangler.
She sat on the shore, watched the sunset, and made short work of the fifth. When it was nice and dark and the cars passing along the distant highway had slowed to only an occasional set of headlights, she kicked off her flip-flops, stripped off her daisy dukes and tank top, and waded out into the water naked except for her crescent moon necklace and twin toe rings.
The shallow, dark water held the desert heat even after the sun was long gone. She swam a little, but mostly floated once she'd gotten far enough out to the point where she couldn't touch the sandy bottom with her outstretched toes anymore. They'd also used to go drunken skinny dipping together. She wasn't thinking of doing anything to herself—maybe key Sarah's new silver Acura which made a lot more sense in light of the secret lawyer boyfriend. She was definitely going to badmouth her on Twitter.
Ana floated on her back, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of her hair suspended in the water when she swayed her head back and forth a little. She could go it alone. The fans would side with her. She'd find a new partner. Fuck that. A bunch of new partners! A harem of cis and trans women to fuck on
her
website. Mentally, she began constructing a list of options and then drunkenly forgetting most of the names.
When she'd finally begun to relax, the floating sensation changed. The water fell away and she felt cold, desert air pricking her skin. Her eyes flew open to be met with a soft purple glow that shifted into a swirling tube and suddenly she was flying into a vortex in the sky at an alarming speed.
Something smelled like honey, she tasted lake water when her wet hair whipped across her face, she was spiraling like a perfectly thrown football through a tunnel of pulsing light and pleasant smells until all at once, she was standing on wobbly feet inside an all white...office? Cloud? Puff of vape?
"I have to throw up," she said after a particularly wet burp.
An oval opening on the wall materialized ahead of her and a feminine figure floated through. The floating figure was easily seven feet tall, willowy in an appealing way with the slights curves right where they should be, and purple, vibrant, shimmering purple. Ana did her best to swallow down her vomit that was definitely going to be straight tequila and whatever was left of Sarah's cum from earlier in the night.
The ephemeral purple beauty floated closer to her, trailing what she initially thought were ribbons but she quickly realized were three silken tails to ostensibly match the three pert breasts on the front, which made sense in Ana's drunk and extremely disoriented mind. She had four arms as well. Two in the normal places and two more set just below. It threw off the number agreement of the rest of her until Ana realized it was three limbs on each side including the incredibly long, shapely legs.
"I am Essi, producer and assistant casting director of
Purple Infinity
," the floating purple woman said in a voice that echoed on itself in an underwater kind of way that Ana assumed must be the product of lake water still in her ears.
"Okay," Ana said, unsure of what to do with the information. "I'm Ana Douglass."
"From Las Vegas, Nevada, of Earth, yes, I know," Essi said. "We're interested in having you join the cast of
Purple Infinity
, as a primary character on your own exploratory arc. I'm authorized to extend a very generous contract including limited immortality for the duration, a multi-dimensional luxury class vessel, and performance based access to the studio's expense account."
"Standard stuff, then?"
"For a star of your standing, yes."
"I also want merchandising percentages and points on the backend," Ana said, doing her best not to slur her words. She was increasingly aware of two things about Essi: one, she didn't have a nose to go with her huge black, almond-shaped eyes, or nipples, or a bellybutton, all of which should have bothered Ana, but it really didn't; and two, she was completely naked. Try as she might, Ana couldn't keep her eyes from wandering down to between Essi's legs where she wasn't sure of what she saw. Perhaps a slit, or just a slightly darker vertical line of purple.
"A shrewd negotiator," Essi said, considering the request by tapping her pert lips with two fingers from an upper arm while her lower arms placed hands on her hips. She didn't have hair in a traditional sense either—more like strange light patterns that undulated and sparkled when she spoke or thought deeply, apparently.
Ana wasn't really sure what she'd even asked for. She knew George Lucas made a shit ton of money retaining merchandising rights and thought points on the back end were how people made money on projects with continuing success, but she didn't actually know what either thing was or how they worked.
"I can offer performer and writer deal points along with a 15% gross merchandising percentage," Essi said.
"Make it net, and you've got yourself a deal."
"Done."
Ana held out her hand to the tall, floating purple woman, who accepted it and guided Ana toward a floating cloud with English text slowly floating by at a pace perfectly suited to leisurely reading. Ana spotted a lot of typical user agreement and contract language, and her eyes glassed over.
"Would you like me to take care of that for you?" Essi asked.
Ana was too busy pretending to read the contract to see what Essi's hands were gesturing toward, although she assumed it was the fact that she was dripping wet and completely naked, which seemed like the sort of thing a good producer would help a new starlet with.
The only thing preventing Ana from panicking was that she was 99.9999% sure she was dreaming. If she'd fallen asleep while swimming in the lake, someone fished her out or she'd be dead. It was also possible she'd gotten blackout drunk and walked back to her Jeep to sleep it off and just didn't remember doing so. Regardless, she figured going with the whole thing was easier than fighting to wake up, so she made small, "hmmm" and "ah" noises while the uninteresting words rolled by without being read.
She stopped even pretending to read when strong, gentle hands grasped her shaft to guide it into a cool, sticky orifice. Ana's eyes rolled back into her head from the new and incredible sensation. She reveled in it a moment or two before looking down to see what was even going on. She was rock hard, which made sense considering she'd been staring at a naked otherworldly beauty for several minutes. Her dick, straining at its full 8" was sliding easily into Essi's mouth, which didn't feel like a mouth at all.
Her mouth was both incredibly sticky and slippery at the same time, which didn't even seem possible. And it pulsated and caressed all the way up and down her length. Not just the hands and lips of a human blow job, but more akin to a high end sex toy that was somehow made of living, purring tissue. Within a moment, all of Ana's higher functions drained out of her ears. She swiped to the end of the contract and signed with her finger so she could focus on the ecstasy that was Essi's mouth.
Every moan and gasp drew Essi's floating form around her until the purple alien had entwined her legs like sultry purple seaweed, still hovering, attached firmly to Ana by the dick. Ana's typically impressive ability to delay an orgasm dissolved faster than it ever had before. She was a porn star—not cumming until she wanted to was part of her job, her life, and none of that mattered. She strained not to thrust animalisticly against Essi's mouth. The small, hesitant twitches of her hips communicated the desire and Essi answered without ever removing her mouth from Ana's straining member by gripping her curvaceous backside and guiding Ana into the thrusting she yearned to do.
She'd already cum once that night, earlier, on cam, while Sarah stroked her and sucked at her right nipple. Always the right one with Sarah—it got a little weird. That was a for-show climax, a stage jizz. When she felt Essi draw her all the way in, lips to the base, and she released everything she had down the purple alien's throat, it was purely for pleasure, and not just hers it would seem since Essi's hands gripped tighter to her ass and the cutest purring noise emanated from her throat.
