Film at Eleven
Chapter 14 — Lou Dancrood
Gabby couldn’t help herself.
Well, that wasn’t exactly true. It wasn’t that she couldn’t help herself. At least that was what she told herself. The truth was she just didn’t want to help herself.
That afternoon, she was sitting at an outdoor cafe and she was pretending that she wasn’t rubbing her pussy even though she knew everyone knew she was.
She sipped her coffee as she watched the guys gathered around her. She had her skirt pulled up and her fingers idly pressed her panties against her pussy.
There were a couple of boys. They looked young, Gabby thought. Hell, they looked like they should be in school, but mmm, she’d let them do her if they wanted to.
There was an older man and his buddy. They looked to be about forty or so. They were rugged men. They wore rugged clothes. They wore work boots and Gabby couldn’t help but think what it would be like to have them work over her pussy.
And then just for good measure, there was a businessman. He wore a suit jacket and tie and he was talking on his phone and it looked almost as if he wasn’t paying attention, but Gabby had caught him glancing her way more than once. He was watching her. She was sure of that, and just knowing that she had his attention just made her so hot.
Gabby longed to pull her skirt up and slide her panties to one side and then she could push her fingers up inside her.
Oh yeah, she thought to herself. Oh yeah. That was what she wanted but she was sure she knew what would happen if she did.
The waiter was such a killjoy. He’d be over there in nothing flat and he’d tell her she had to leave and Gabby didn’t want to leave. At least, she didn’t want to leave right then and there. She wanted to know who was going to fuck her pussy before she left the place.
Of course, if the waiter were going to come say that to her, she thought, that meant he had to be watching, too, and that just made Gabby rub herself even harder.
She loved to be watched.
The blue collar guys got up and they walked her way and Gabby pretended she hadn’t seen them. She knew they were looking at her and then they passed her by.
Gabby groaned. She’d thought for sure that one of them at least would have wanted to fuck her.
The businessman ended his phone conversation and he, too, stood. He reached in his pocket and took out his wallet and then he put some cash on the table and he walked back into the cafe.
Gabby sighed. That left the boys, she thought, or maybe the waiter. She hadn’t really wanted to do either one but what she wanted and what her pussy needed weren’t always the same. When push came to shove, she knew, she’d do what she had to do.
And that’s when she looked up to find the businessman standing over her. “You know, you shouldn’t really play with yourself in public,” he said.
Gabby smiled as she looked up at the man. “Oh yeah,” she asked. “And what part of that bothers you?”
“Pardon me?”
“Which part of that bothers you?” Gabby asked again. “Is it that I shouldn’t be playing with myself, or is it that I shouldn’t be doing it in public?”
“You got a mouth on you, don’t you,” the man said.
“That all depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“Isn’t that obvious?”
The man shook his head.
“It all depends on which answer’s the most likely to get me fucked.”
“Like I said,” the man said, “you got quite a mouth on you.”
“I’d like to have my mouth on you,” Gabby said.
“You do, huh?”
Gabby nodded.
“Well all right then. I guess you’d better come with me.”
“Why? Where are we going?”
“Back to my place,” the man said.
“Why?”
The question seemed to catch the man by surprise. “What’s that?” he asked.
“I said why.”
The man looked confused. “I thought you wanted—”
“I already know what I want,” Gabby interrupted him. “I want to know what you want.”
“But I thought—”
“Tell me what you want,” Gabby said again.
“I want ... I mean, I thought you wanted, I mean—”
“Just tell me what you want.”
“I want to have sex with you.”
“Mmm,” Gabby purred. “You know what?”
“What?”
“I want to have sex with you, too.”
“I’m worried about Gabby.”
“Yeah? Why’s that?” Kelly asked.
“She’s been acting weirdly of recent? Are you telling me you haven’t noticed that?”
“We were never that close,” Kelly said after a moment. “I think she had problems with me before but that’s all been ironed over now. I think she’s okay. Why? What’d you notice?”
“She seems obsessed with having people watch her.”
“You should talk,” Kelly said. “You dance in a strip club.”
“So do you but you know what I mean.”
Kelly nodded. “I know what you mean, but I think she’s doing okay.”
“I don’t know,” Chloe said. “I’m still concerned about her.”
“If you want, I can talk to her.”
“I don’t know. Do you think that’s okay?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you said it yourself. You and her weren’t the closest of friends.”
“Yeah, but that was in the past. We’re over that now.”
“You sure?”
Kelly grinned. “I’m sure,” she said. “I know she’ll listen to me.”
“Okay then, I’ll let you handle it.”
But Kelly didn’t talk with her roommate, at least not at first. It almost seemed as if she was fine with Gabby the way she was.
It was a couple of days later and Kelly was dancing at the club when the bouncer pointed at the end of the bar. “The boss wants to talk with you,” he said.
There was no question who the boss was. Kelly walked up to the big man at the end of the bar. “You wanted to see me?” she asked.
“Yes, Kelly,” the man said. “I did. I’ve got something special I want from you.”
Kelly gushed just a little at the implied compliment. “Something special from me?” she asked.
The man nodded. “Get Shane to fix you up something special and we’ll talk in the back.”
“Sure thing, Mr. Avery,” and with that, Kelly looked to the man behind the bar. “Could I get a Diet Coke?” she asked.
“You should get something stronger,” the manager said.
“I’m fine with this,” Kelly said. “A girl’s got to watch herself you know.”
The manager laughed. “In here, Kelly, everyone’s watching you.”
Kelly laughed at that. “That’s funny,” she said.
“But it’s true.”
Kelly grinned. “You’re still funny, but I’m still going to take the Diet Coke.”
It was an almost imperceptible nod and since Kelly wasn’t looking for it, she didn’t see it but the barman did. He poured the girl’s drink even as the manager chatted with her.
“Here you go,” said the bartender.
“All right then,” the manager said. “All ready?”
Kelly took a sip from her drink and she nodded at the man.
“All right. Let’s go.”
The man took a seat behind his desk and he watched as Kelly drank her drink. “Do you like it here?” he asked.
“Do I like it where?” Kelly asked.
“Do you like it here,” the man said again. “Do you like dancing here at the Excelsior Club?”
“I love it, Mr. Avery. I couldn’t think of doing anything else.”
“Nothing?” the man asked.
Kelly shook her head. “I think I’ve always wanted to do this.”
The manager smiled to himself. He knew the truth, even if the girl didn’t. “That’s good to hear,” he said.
Kelly took another drink from her soda. She wasn’t sure why but she always felt so relaxed when she came in here and talked with her manager like this.
“You like working here, don’t you? In fact, you want to help the club out, don’t you.”
It was a weird way of putting it, Kelly thought, but she did like working here and she did want to help the club out.
“You want to help the club,” the manager said again.
Of course she did and she told Mr. Avery so.
“That’s good to hear,” the manager said, “because I’ve got a way you can help me, and if you help me, you help the club.”
She definitely wanted to help out the club.
“Would you like to help out the club?”
“Yes,” and then after a moment, “how can I help the club?”
“A man’s going to come into the club later today. He’s going to have two women with him.”
Kelly sipped her drink. It never crossed her mind how Mr. Avery knew this but she accepted what he said at face value. “Okay,” she said.
“You’re going to find him attractive. You won’t be able to control yourself when you see him. You won’t be able to control yourself. You’ll want to come on to him and I want you to do what you want.”
“Okay,” Kelly said again.
“He’s going to try and get you drunk,” Mr. Avery said. “I want you to let him think he’s succeeded but I don’t want you to let him succeed. You are not to let yourself become drunk.”
“Okay.”
“He’s going to want to make you go with him. I want you to let him succeed.”
“Okay.”
“He’s going to want to make you do things, things you might not want to do. I want you to resist at first but I want you to let him convince you.”
“What kinds of things?” Kelly asked.
“Hmm? What’s that?”
“What kinds of things?” Kelly asked again.
“What kinds of what?”
“What kinds of things is he going to make me do?”
“Oh.” The manager paused, almost as if he hadn’t expected that question. “Hmm. I don’t know,” he said finally.
“Oh,” the girl said.
“It’s not important,” the manager said.
“What isn’t?” Kelly asked.
“What he’s going to ask you to do. It doesn’t matter what it is. It doesn’t matter if you’ll like it or not. What matters is that you resist at first.”
“What matters is that I resist at first,” Kelly repeated.
“That’s right,” the man said. “What matters is that you resist at first, but you won’t resist for long.”
“No,” Kelly agreed. “I won’t resist for long.”
“You won’t resist for long,” the manager said, “and you don’t really want to resist. You’ll want to give in. You’ll give yourself in to what the man wants.”
“I’ll give myself in to what the man wants,” Kelly repeated.
“You’ll find you like it,” the man said.
“I’ll find I like it,” Kelly agreed.
“You’ll find you like it a lot,” the manager said.
“I’ll like it a lot,” Kelly agreed.
“You’ll like it a lot,” the man said again.
“I’ll like it a lot,” Kelly said again.
“That’s right,” the man told her. “Keep telling yourself that. “You’ll like it a lot. You’ll like it a lot. Keep telling yourself that. You’ll like it a lot.”
“I’ll like it a lot,” Kelly said to herself. “I’ll like it a lot.”
The manager watched the girl for a few moments longer and then he got up and he left the office, satisfied that Kelly would do what he expected her to do.
It was almost a half hour later when Kelly finally walked out of the manager’s office. She looked around guiltily and then she scurried back into the dancer’s dressing room.
“Where were you?” Terri demanded. She was a busty redhead, or at least that was the color her hair was this week.
“What?”
“Where were you? You missed your turn in the rotation and Kylie had to take your place.”
“I ... I’m sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t do shit,” Terri shot back. “You miss your turn. One of us has to take up the slack, so where were you?”
Kelly stammered for something to say. How could she tell the other girls that she’d fallen asleep in Mr. Avery’s office.
“Where were you?” Terri demanded again.
“Knock it off, Terri,” said Kylie. “It wasn’t like you had to take her place.”
“Yeah, but it could have been me.”
“But it wasn’t you so knock it off.”
Terri glared at Kelly and then at Kylie and then back at Kelly. “Fine,” she said. “Fine, I’ll let it go this time, but it could have been me.”
“Thanks,” Kelly said.
“Don’t thank me,” Kylie said in a soft voice. “She’s right. You shouldn’t miss your turn, you know. I just don’t like people getting angry in here.”
“I know,” Kelly apologized.
The other dancer looked at her as if she was waiting for something more but when nothing more came, she just shook her head. “Just make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
“I’ll make sure.”
Kylie nodded and then she walked back to her station.
Kelly knew she’d screwed up but there was just no way she could tell the other girls why she’d missed her turn in the rotation. She just couldn’t.
It was a couple of hours later when Kylie waltzed into the dressing room. “You won’t believe who’s here,” she said.
“Who?”
“Lou’s back.”
“Who’s Lou?” Kelly asked.
“That’s right, you don’t know Lou,” Kylie said.
“Who is Lou?” Kelly asked again.
“Lou Dancrood is this total slime ball director. He makes pornos and he comes in from time to time looking for girls to recruit,” Terri said.
“Yeah,” Kylie agreed. “What she said.”
“He hasn’t been in here for four or five months though. I thought maybe he’d given up on us.”
“Maybe he’d just found somewhere else to get his sluts.”
“Maybe,” Terri agreed. “I just wish he’d stayed wherever that was.”
“So where’s this slime ball sitting,” Kelly asked.
“Same place as he’s always sitting. Look for him in a booth around center stage. He’ll be the one trying to look like he’s some kind of big shot,” Kylie said.
“Okay, I’ll look for him next time I’m out there.”
“Well, considering the fact that you’re up next, I guess you’re going to have your chance right now.”
“When you put it that way,” Kelly said with a grin, “I guess you’re right.”
Kelly slipped out of the dressing room and slipped into the DJ’s booth. Just for kicks, she tried to get a glimpse of this Lou guy but she couldn’t pick him up and then Zeke was asking her what music she wanted to use and for the next couple of minutes, she was too busy picking out the music she wanted to worry about who might be in the audience.
“You got what you want?” Zeke asked and Kelly nodded. “Okay then. Let’s get the show on the road.” Zeke keyed the mike as the dancer on stage was preparing to make her exit. “Gentlemen, one more time, put your hands together for Starbright.”
The men in the audience clapped as the dancer left the stage.
“And now,” Zeke’s voice boomed, “gentlemen, put your hands together for the lovely and enticing, Shiloh.”
Kelly waved at the men as she strode out on stage. God, she loved this, she told herself. In fact, she couldn’t think of doing anything else but this, and then she got her first look at the porn director and she almost slipped.
The man was right where Kylie had said he’d be. He was in a center booth with a woman on either arm and Kelly couldn’t believe that Kylie hadn’t told her just how hot the man was. Even as she looked at him from the stage, she could feel her pussy getting wet.
But already, the music was playing and Kelly realized she was out of step and she hurried to get herself back on the beat but every time she turned and looked at the man in the center booth, she could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter.
Take it easy, Kelly tried to tell herself. It’s not like he’s the only guy in here.
The problem was the more she saw him, the harder it was to keep her mind on her dancing. There was a part of her that wanted to just leap off the stage and throw herself at that gorgeous director.
Kelly couldn’t help but feel how hot the man was making her. She’d already stripped off her clothes and she was going from guy to guy and frigging her pussy off in front of each one and even as she did, she was hoping that Lou was watching her.
Her set was coming to an end and Kelly knew she had the director’s attention. She ought to, she told herself. After all, she was right there at the edge of the stage, there on her hands and knees with her finger moving in and out of her pussy. She had to have his attention, Kelly told herself.
And then the song came to a merciful end and Kelly was grabbing up the dollars that had been put on the rail for her. She hardly stopped to talk to the men who’d put the money there like she normally would have done. Instead, she just grabbed the bills and her clothes and she practically fled from the stage, barely giving Zeke enough time to tell the men to give her one last round of applause.
Terri was waiting with Zeke for her turn to go on stage. “Slut,” she said as Kelly passed but Kelly hardly noticed. She just rushed on past and then she was in the dressing room and she was pulling on her clothes.
“What’s got into you?” Kylie asked.
“I can’t talk now,” Kelly said.
“Why? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Kelly said as she finally pulled her g-string into place and pulled a dress up around her. If Kylie couldn’t see it for herself, then Kelly didn’t have the time to explain it to her and then she was out of the dressing room door.
Moments later, she was standing at the booth where the director was seated. “Hi,” she said.
The man looked up at her. “You’re the dancer who was just up on stage, right?”
He’d noticed her and somehow that just made Kelly even hotter. She knew he was hot but she was glad to see that he’d at least taken notice of her. “That’s right,” Kelly told him. “My name’s Shiloh, but really, you can call me Kelly.”
“Well, Kelly, what can I do for you?”
“I think you’re so hot,” Kelly said.
The man grinned. “Is that so?” he asked. “Do you know what I do, Kelly?”
“You make pornos,” Kelly said.
“I make adult entertainment,” the man corrected her.
“I’m sorry,” Kelly said. “You make adult entertainment.”
“Have you watched any of my movies, Kelly?”
Kelly shook her head.
“And yet you came over here to see me. I wonder why that is.”
“I already told you. I think you’re hot.”
“Are you sure there’s not some other reason?”
“Like what?”
The man grinned at her. “Like why don’t you join me here.”
“We’re not really supposed to do that,” Kelly said and even as she said it, she was wondering why she was saying no. She knew what she wanted. She wanted him to touch her.
“Yeah but rules were made to be broken.”
Not these rules, Kelly wanted to tell him, but somehow, she couldn’t get the words out.
Already, one of the women was getting up and making a spot for Kelly and the man patted the spot that had just been vacated. “Come on,” he said said. “You know you want to.”
She knew she shouldn’t and yet the man’s words kept ringing in Kelly’s ears. You know you want to. You know you want to. She shouldn’t, Kelly told herself and then in the next instant, she felt herself giving in and she was sliding into the booth next to the man.
“I knew you wanted to.”
Kelly could feel the man’s hand touching her underneath the table and she knew she shouldn’t let him do that but even as she knew it, she knew she was going to allow him to do it. It seemed as if for some reason, she just couldn’t say no to him.
“I’ll bet you’d like me to buy you a drink,” the man said.
No. No, she shouldn’t. “I’d love it,” she said.
She could feel his fingers pulling her dress up and then he was pushing those fingers down between her legs. Oh geez, the girl told herself. No, she shouldn’t allow this. She couldn’t allow it.
And yet she was allowing it, and what was more, she was liking it. She couldn’t help but moan as those fingers played with her cunt.
“You like this,” the man said.
There wasn’t any point in denying it. “Oh yeah,” the girl moaned. “Oh yeah. I love it.”
“Are you going to cum for me?”
Oh fuck, the girl thought. Oh fuck, and then in the next instant, she surprised even herself. “I’ll do whatever you want me to,” she moaned.
The man grinned at her. “That’s because you’re a good, little slut, isn’t it?”
Kelly didn’t want to say it but she certainly felt like she was a slut.
“You’re a good, little slut,” the man said again.
Kelly didn’t want to admit it but for some reason, she just couldn’t seem to resist this man. “Yeah,” she said.
“Yeah what?”
Kelly couldn’t help but moan.
“I want to hear you admit it before you cum,” the director said.
“Admit what?”
“I want to hear you tell me you’re a good, little slut.”
Kelly groaned but she knew there was a part of her that wanted to do it.
“Come on,” the man encouraged her. “You know you can do it. Tell me what you are.”
Still, Kelly held her tongue.
“Come on,” the man said. “You can do it.”
Kelly could feel herself almost give in but she restrained herself at the last moment.
“Come on.”
“I ... I’m a good, little slut,” Kelly admitted.
The man grinned. “That’s what I wanted to hear you say. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Uh huh,” Kelly said and then she caught herself. “I mean, no, I mean I shouldn’t have said that.”
“But you did.”
“Yeah, I know. I don’t know what came over me.”
“I do.”
“Sure,” the man said. “You need a man to tell you what to do.”
Kelly was sure that wasn’t it but she was loath to tell the man that he was wrong.
“It’s okay to admit what you want.”
Kelly knew what she wanted and without even thinking about it, she let her hand slide over under the table and then she was stroking the man’s cock.
The man’s eyebrows went up. “Well now,” the man said. “Aren’t you full of surprises.”
Kelly said nothing but her hand was unzipping the man’s pants.
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned as he felt her hand wrap itself around his cock. “Oh yeah, I can tell what you want. You want me to put you into one of my films, don’t you?”
Until that moment, Kelly hadn’t realized what the answer was going to be but as soon as he said it, she knew that was exactly what she wanted him to do.
“Well,” the man asked again. “Do you want to be in one of my films?”
“Oh yeah,” Kelly groaned as her hand stroked the man’s cock. “Oh yeah.”
The man grinned as he leaned back and let Kelly’s hand do its work. “And just think,” the man said. “I thought I was going to have to work to find a slut who’d be willing to do a film for me, maybe go out and have to get her drunk or something like that, and look at this. I’ve got a slut already throwing herself at me. Isn’t that right?”
Kelly was leaning over the man and pressing her tits against his body even as her hands stroked his cock.
“Isn’t that right?” the man asked again.
“Uh huh,” Kelly moaned even as she stroked him harder.
“Uh huh what?”
“Uh huh,” Kelly moaned again as her hand continued to stroke his cock. “Uh huh. I want to be your slut.”
“You want to be my little porn slut.”
“I want to be your little porn slut.”
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.
“I want to be your little porn slut,” Kelly said again as her hand stroked the man harder and faster.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned again but this time, his groan was accompanied by something else.
Kelly felt it, the feel of the man’s cum as it oozed over her hand. She gave his cock a squeeze and then she continued to jerk him off. “I want to be a porn slut,” she said again.
“Oh yeah,” the director groaned. “I think you’re well on your way.”
“You do, huh,” Kelly said as Kelly pulled her hand out from under the table and started to lick the cum off her fingers. “You really do?” she asked.
The man watched her lick her fingers. “Yeah,” he said finally. “Yeah, I do.”