Film at Eleven
Chapter 18 — First Day on the Job
This was stupid, Gabby told herself. Here she was with this stupid address in hand and she was on her way to a porn shoot and it was somewhere she didn’t even want to go. She should just turn her truck around, she told herself. She should just turn her truck around and go home.
And she would have, too, except for something that the man had said. Do a good job and she’d get to do a scene with Kelly.
She wasn’t even sure why she should want that, but she did. Oh sure, Gabby loved her roommate. There was no denying that. She’d been so jealous of her for so long and it had taken her so long to realize how dumb she’d been, how her jealousy had blinded her to her true feelings, but all that was over now. In fact, it was even better than it had ever been before. Now, all she wanted was to please her roommate and somehow the thought of getting that on film, somehow, that just seemed so hot to her. Her love for Kelly would be right there on film for everyone to see.
So that was why she wasn’t heading home, or at least, that was why Gabby told herself she wasn’t heading home.
Gabby looked at the address again. It wasn’t like she really recognized the place and the director guy hadn’t seen fit to write the instructions down. In fact, the first thing she’d had to do as soon as she’d gotten in her truck was to haul out a map and try to find the street.
It should be here somewhere, Gabby thought. It should be ...
Oh damn, she told herself as she roared through an intersection. That was it, wasn’t it.
She hung a U-turn and she circled back towards the street. Okay, which way, she thought. Right or left. Right or ... oh yeah. Left it was.
Gabby peered out of the windshield. Okay, it should be coming up here on the right.
All right, there it was.
Hey now, Gabby thought. This place wasn’t bad. Not like the dump that other guy had. This place was kind of nice.
Gabby pulled into the parking lot and she parked her truck. The place almost looked like it could have been a kind of cool night club, she thought. Maybe she’d like this after all.
There was a man standing at what looked like the entrance as Gabby walked up to the building. If this had been a club, this guy would have been the bouncer. He looked big enough for it. “Can I help you, Miss?”
“I’m hear to see Chuck.”
“You mind telling me what it’s about?”
Now that she thought about it, Gabby realized she didn’t want to tell the man what it was about, especially if it turned out she was in the wrong place. “I was told to ask for Chuck,” she said.
“Yeah, and I’m asking you why you want to see him.”
“Look, I was sent over here—”
“Yeah, by who?”
“By Mr. Dancrood?”
“Lou Dancrood?”
“Yeah. That’s right.”
“Well, all right,” the man said. “You can go in.”
“Well gee, thanks.”
“Hey, you can’t be too careful these days,” the man unapologetically said. “There’s all sorts of crazies out there who’d just love to get in here.”
Actually, Gabby thought as she passed by the doorman, that probably wasn’t all that far from the truth.
There was a reason the place looked like a night club from the outside. That, in fact, was exactly what it had been, Gabby realized. Now that she was inside the place, she could see the ticket booth. It wasn’t being used for that anymore. Instead, someone had shoved a pile of papers in there for use as an impromptu storage room.
A little farther inside, Gabby came across a man doing something with some wires. “Hi,” she said.
The man turned and looked at her appraisingly. “Hi yourself,” he said.
“I’m looking for Chuck,” Gabby said.
“Chuck? He’s in there,” the man said with a wave towards the interior of the club, and with that, he went back to working on whatever task was at hand.
Gabby moved her way further into the club and she ran into a group of five people standing around on what at one time had probably been the dance floor. “Um hi,” she said.
They all looked up but it was one of the men that spoke. “Hey,” the man said. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Gabby. I’m looking for Chuck.”
“I’m Chuck,” the man said, “and just who might you be?”
“My name’s Gabby,” the girl said. “Lou Dancrood sent me over.”
The man was looking Gabby up and down with what was obviously growing interest. “Oh, he did, did he? And let me ask you, do you know what we’re doing here?”
“Making pornos?”
The man turned and grinned back at his compatriots before looking back at Gabby. “That’s right. We’re making pornos. And tell me if you will, just how many pornos have you been in little girl?”
Gabby could already tell that she didn’t like this man but she answered his question anyway. “None,” she said in a meek voice.
“So we’ve got ourselves a virgin, so to speak. You aren’t a real virgin are you? You have had sex before?”
“Of course.”
“That’s good to hear,” the man said, “because while it’s fun to break in a real virgin, some of them can be such whiners.” That drew chuckles from the others in the group. “You’re not going to whine, are you, Gabby?”
“Not unless you want me to.”
The man grinned even broader. “Would you listen to her,” the man said. “I think I’m going to like her. Well come on down and meet everybody.”
Gabby stepped down into the well of the club and then she stepped up onto the stage.
“What’d you say your name was again?” the man asked.
“Gabby.”
“That’s right. Okay, Gabby,” the man pointed at one of the two men. “This here’s Eddie Edwards. He’ll be running one of the cameras, and the other man next to him is Bill Meelader. He’ll be running the other camera.”
Gabby nodded at the two men.
“And over here is Rita Jenkins. She’ll be handling your wardrobe and your makeup.”
Gabby nodded at the young black woman.
“And of course you know Lindsay Legg.”
Gabby looked at the last member of the group. She was dressed all in black leather. Black miniskirt and black halter that seemed just barely able to keep the woman’s tits in check, and Gabby shook her head.
“What’s that? You don’t know her?” The man grinned. “Well, I suppose there’ll be time enough for you to get to know her later. After all, the two of you are going to be doing a scene together.
The woman walked over to Gabby and she ran a finger almost possessively over the other woman’s body in a way that made Gabby shiver. “Don’t you worry,” the other woman said, “by the time we’re done, you’ll know me really well.”
“The title of our movie is ‘Good Girls Do 2’. Tell me, Gabby, did you see ‘Good Girls Do’?”
Gabby shook her head.
Chuck grinned even as he looked back at the others. “I got to tell you, I really like this girl.” He turned and looked back at Gabby. “So Gabby, you get to be one of the good girls. How’s that sound to you?”
“I like being a good girl.”
Chuck grinned again. “I’m sure you do.” That drew another set of laughs from the other people.
“So what we’re going to want you to do is to go with Rita here and she’ll get you ready. Okay?”
“Sure.”
Gabby let the other woman lead her to what would have been the backstage portion of the club and to what was obviously being used as a dressing area. “Sit here,” the girl said as she patted a seat in front of a mirror.
Gabby did as she was told to do.
“Now, first things first. Let’s find you something suitable to wear.”
“Something suitable?” Gabby asked.
But already, the other woman had disappeared into a rack of dresses. She emerged moments later with a couple of dresses in hand. “Let’s see your body,” she said.
“My what?”
“Your body. Come on. Take your clothes off.”
She shouldn’t be doing this, Gabby told her, and yet the words that Lou Dancrood had said to her just before she left kept going through her mind. If she did a good job here, she’d be able to do the same thing with Kelly, so in spite of herself, she started to remove her clothes.
Off came the tight jeans and off came the tight, little top. Off came her bra, and ...
“Oooh, those are nice.”
“What are?”
“I like your tits.”
“My tits?”
“Mmm hmmm. They’re so nice and perky. Did anyone ever tell you that before?”
Gabby shook her head even as the black girl cupped a hand under one of her tits.
“Well they are. Do you know what else my job is?”
Gabby shook her head.
“My job is to do everything it takes to get the actresses ready to perform. That’s make-up and clothes and ... and whatever else it takes. Are you ready to perform?”
Gabby nodded even as the black girl continued to caress her body.
“Oh no,” Rita said. “I don’t think you’re ready. You’re not ready at all.”
All Gabby could do was look in the mirror as the black girl stood behind her with both of her hands now reaching around her and caressing her breasts.
“What do you think?” Rita asked again. “Do you think you’re ready?”
Again, all Gabby could do was say nothing as she looked in the mirror and watched the black girl massage her tits, feeling her nipples being squeezed between the other girl’s fingers.
Rita was leaning down now, her face now perched just above Gabby’s right shoulder. “You’re shy,” she said. “They’re going to like that.”
Again, Gabby said nothing.
And then Rita was turning, her lips pressing against Gabby’s neck and then her lips doing it again and again.
And this time, Gabby couldn’t help but whimper. She shouldn’t want this, she tried to tell herself. She shouldn’t want this and yet it seemed her body didn’t seem to agree.
“Oh you like that,” Rita said. “I like that. I like it a lot.”
Again, Gabby said nothing.
This time, Gabby watched the girl in the mirror as she stepped back and took off her top. Why wasn’t she surprised that the other girl wasn’t wearing a bra.
“Mmm. I can see you like my tits,” the other girl said.
No, Gabby wanted to tell her. No, that wasn’t right.
“You like my tits,” the other girl said again. “You can’t take your eyes off of them. I think that’s cool.”
Why couldn’t she do that, Gabby wondered. Why couldn’t she take her eyes off the other girl’s tits, and now that that thought was in her head, she seemed incapable of pulling her eyes away.
“I’ll bet you want to suck on my nipples, don’t you?”
No, Gabby thought. No, and yet ...
“You’re probably wondering what it would be like if I came around there and I let you suck on my nipples.”
No, Gabby thought. No, and yet now that she was staring at the other girl’s tits. No, she couldn’t. She couldn’t. Well maybe. Maybe just one little suck.
One of Rita’s hands was fondling her own tits even as the other one reached around and continued to play with one of Gabby’s tits.
Why couldn’t she look away, Gabby asked herself.
“I know you want to do it,” Rita said. “I know you want to lick my titties. All good girls do.”
No, Gabby thought. No.
But that’s when Rita circled round her and suddenly, Gabby wasn’t just looking at the other woman in the mirror. She was staring at her in person.
Rita took the other girl’s hands and then she was leading them up, leading them up to her tits. “I know what you want to do,” she said.
No, Gabby thought. No ... and yet ...
“Oh yeah,” the other girl moaned. “That’s it. You like Rita’s titties, don’t you?”
No, Gabby wanted to say. No, and yet ...
“I’ll bet you want to kiss me.”
Gabby wanted to say no and yet there was the other girl’s mouth sliding down over her body and then there she was pressing her lips against Gabby’s lips and there was Gabby returning the favor.
“There now. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
In spite of herself, Gabby shook her head.
“I think someone likes it.”
She shouldn’t admit it, Gabby told herself. She shouldn’t admit it, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to say no.
“Let’s try it again, shall we?”
Once more, Rita was leaning down and once more, she was pressing her lips against Gabby’s only this time, Gabby wasn’t telling herself that this wasn’t something she should do.
But then the girl was kissing her and suddenly, Gabby was wrapping her arms around the other girl’s body as if this were the most natural thing in the world for her.
Only this time, it was Rita that pulled back. “I can see someone likes that, doesn’t she?”
Gabby nodded breathlessly. There was no point in denying it.
“That’s good to hear, but perhaps we should find out just how much you like it.”
Gabby looked puzzled.
“Stand up,” the other girl ordered.
This time, there wasn’t any hesitation. This time, Gabby did exactly as she was told to do.
“That’s a good girl,” the make-up girl said. “Now, let’s find out just how excited you really are, and without any warning, the girl pulled down the last article of clothing that Gabby had been left wearing and before Gabby could object, there were Rita’s fingers, insinuating themselves between Gabby’s legs.
“Oooh, would you look at that,” Rita purred. “Someone is wet, isn’t she?”
She was wet. It was hardly worth arguing, especially not with Rita’s fingers there between her legs.
“Why don’t you sit down again,” Rita suggested.
“Why?”
“Just do it.”
Gabby might have argued but she just didn’t have it in her to argue anymore so she sat back down again.
“Now, let’s scooch you out just a bit.”
What the hell did the girl want, Gabby grumped to herself. Of course, in a moment, she was going to find out just what exactly it was that the other girl wanted.
Rita knelt and then she was pushing Gabby’s knees apart and then she was looking right there between Gabby’s legs. “Would you look at you,” she murmured. “You have such a pretty pussy.”
Gabby might have said something of her own if it weren’t for the fact that at that very moment, Rita had decided to show just how much she liked Gabby’s pussy.
Gabby couldn’t help but moan as she felt that tongue between her legs and then she moaned even deeper as that tongue worked her clit.
Rita pulled back for just a moment as she looked up at Gabby. “Such a pretty pussy,” she said again.
But Gabby hardly had time to think about the other girl’s words because in moments, she was back again and this time, it was clear she wasn’t going to stop until she’d finished the job.
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned as her body twisted in the chair. “Oh yeah, that’s it. Eat my pussy.”
Gabby gasped as the other girl almost got her off but she wasn’t quite ready yet.
Gabby moaned again. “Oh fuck. Make me cum. Make me cum.”
Gabby’s eyes went wide and her body arched as the other girl’s tongue did exactly that.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned again. “Oh fuck.”
Rita finally pulled back. “You liked that, did you?”
“Oh yeah. Can we do it again?”
The black girl smiled. “Maybe later,” she said, “but right now, you’ve got a scene to shoot.”
Gabby’s face clouded over as she remembered why she was there. “But I don’t want to,” she confided in the other girl.
Rita’s face got equally serious. “Sometimes, we gotta do things we don’t want to do,” she said. “I know I have.”
“Like what?”
But almost as quickly as that pensive mood had come, it disappeared as well. “Come on, let’s get you ready.”
Getting her ready apparently meant putting her in a black skirt and a white blouse. Black heels were added to the mix and her dark hair was put up into a bun and a pair of glasses seemed to round out the look. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she looked like a business woman of some sort, except of course, she knew that under the clothes she wore, she wasn’t wearing a bra and only the sheerest of panties.
“Let’s take one last look at you,” Rita said.
“How do I look?”
“Good enough to eat,” Rita said and in spite of herself, that drew a little whimpering moan from Gabby.
Rita smiled. “Easy there. Save it for the scene, but maybe later, if you still want to afterwards, maybe we can get together then.”
“I’d like that.”
“Yeah well, we’ll see.”
Gabby’s heels clattered against the floor as Rita led her back to the main area which in her absence had been transformed into what looked like an office cubicle. The director looked up as the two women approached. “Aw, our newest star, and just in time. Will you join us here, Gabby?”
Gabby stepped forward.
“Do you know what this is?” the man asked.
“It looks like an office,” Gabby replied.
“As a matter of fact, it’s your office. Why don’t you sit down and try it out for us.”
Gabby sat as instructed.
“Comfy,” the man asked and Gabby nodded. “Good. I’m glad to here it. Now, as you’ve already said before, we’re here to make a porno,” and once more, that drew a chuckle from the assembled stage hands. “Now, you’re name is Evie Eden and in this scene, it just so happens that you’re the boss. You got that?”
Gabby nodded.
“Everything’s going well for you. Everything, that is, except for one employee. She’s disruptive and she’s disrespectful and she’s causing you problems. You got that?”
Again, Gabby nodded.
“So you’ve called her to your office. You’re determined to tell her that her performance needs to improve and if it doesn’t, you’re going to have to let her go. Is that understood?”
Again, Gabby nodded. So far, this wasn’t all that hard.
“Your problem is that your employee doesn’t take well to that kind of direction and things get out of control and no matter how hard you try to bring things under control, they just get more and more out of whack. Do you understand?”
Gabby nodded. “More out of whack,” she said. “Sure, I get it. But aren’t we supposed to have a script or something.”
The director smiled. “I don’t think we need a script. That would just get in the way of capturing real life, don’t you think?”
Gabby nodded although she wasn’t sure how much they were doing had anything at all to do with real life.
“All right then. So you got it? Just try and act natural, and of course, try not to pay attention to the cameras, okay?”
Gabby nodded.
“All right then, everyone, take your places. We’re ready to shoot. Gabby, you’re going to be at your desk typing on your computer when Lindsay enters. You got it?”
“Sure.”
“Cool. All right, everyone. Action.”
Gabby looked at the computer and it was only then that she realized the computer wasn’t attached to anything and that the screen was dark. She looked up at the director but the man was motioning to her to keep going on so reluctantly, Gabby sighed and she once more turned her attention back to the computer, and she tapped on the keyboard as if she pretended she was actually doing something. She was interrupted by a tapping at the entrance to her cubicle. “You wanted to see me, Ms. Eden,” she heard the other actress say.
Gabby turned to find Lindsay standing there in her doorway. She was wearing a short, leather skirt and an equally skimpy, little top. Hardly what she would have expected someone to wear on the job, Gabby thought. “Why yes,” she said. “Please come in and have a seat.”
“I think I’d rather stand, Ms. Eden.”
What, Gabby thought. How the hell was she supposed to have a conversation like this, but she could see the director motioning to her to continue. “Very well, then. I called you in here to talk about your performance.”
“My performance? What’s wrong with my performance?”
This was why they needed a script, Gabby wanted to say, but just a glance over at the director was enough to tell her that he wanted her to make something up.
“You come in late,” she said.
“Yeah, and anything else?”
“Um, and your um, your reports aren’t very good.”
“You don’t sound too sure of yourself, Ms. Eden. Is there anything else?”
The director was motioning for her to say something else. This was so dumb, Gabby thought.
“Um yeah.”
“Well, what is it, Ms. Eden?”
“You’re insubordinate.”
“Is that it?”
A glance at the director saw him flashing her the OK sign. “Yeah,” Gabby said. “That’s it.”
“I think you got it all wrong, Ms. Eden.”
“I’ve got it wrong?”
Lindsay nodded. “I’m not the one with a performance problem. If anyone’s got a problem here, it’s not me. It’s you?”
“Me,” Gabby sputtered. “What do you mean me?”
Before Gabby knew it, the other woman had come around her desk. “Stand up,” the other woman ordered.
“Why?”
“See what I mean? One simple order and you can’t even do what you’re told to do. I’m beginning to wonder if you can do anything right.”
“I can too do things right,” Gabby protested.
“Yeah? Then stand up.”
“Why?”
“Are we going to have to go over this all over again. I’ll tell you one last time. Stand up!”
The director was motioning for her to stand so Gabby stood.
“Well there now,” Lindsay said. “See, you can follow directions. I guess you’re not a total loss after all. Why don’t you take off your skirt for me.”
“Why?”
“Are we going to do this every single time,” Lindsay asked in a terse voice. “I said take off your skirt for me.”
Gabby hesitated for a moment and then she took off the skirt.
“What’s this,” said Lindsay as she picked at the thong. “God, you must really be a slut if you’re going to wear something like this to work.”
“I’m not a slut,” Gabby tried to protest.
“That’s not the way it looks from here, Ms. Eden. Why don’t you bend over that desk of yours and let me get a look at that ass of yours.”
Gabby paused but then she bent over her desk.
“Look at you. So quick to follow orders, and you do it so well. I guess that means you’re not a total loss, doesn’t it?”
Gabby would have complained except at just that moment, the other woman chose to give her ass a smack. “Ow,” she whimpered.
“Shut up. We’re going to see just how good the boss is at following orders. What do you say to that?”
If she was the boss, Gabby thought, wasn’t she the one who was supposed to be giving the orders, but that really wasn’t the way they wanted her to play it, was it? She looked back at the woman standing over her. “Sure,” she said.
Once more, the woman’s hand slapped Gabby’s ass. “Sure what?”
“Sure. I’ll follow your orders.”
Lindsay laughed. “So you’re going to show me how it’s done, are you?”
Gabby nodded. “I’ll do whatever you tell me to do,” she agreed.
Lindsay’s hand slapped her ass. “That’s just what I wanted to hear, slut. Is it okay if I call you slut because I shouldn’t have to call you Ms. Eden anymore.”
“You can call me whatever you want,” Gabby agreed.
“Stand up, slut.”
Gabby stood.
“Take off that blouse, slut.”
Gabby took off her blouse.
Lindsay smiled as she looked at Gabby’s bare chest. “I always suspected a cheap, little tramp like you didn’t wear a bra. What? Did you let the big boss’s feel up your titties? I’ll bet you did. It’s the only way a slut like you could ever have been put in a position of authority over me.”
Gabby surprised even herself with her answer. “Yes, of course,” she said. “I’m always willing to let a boss feel me up.”
“Take off the thong, slut.”
Gabby took off her thong meaning that except for her heels, she was now completely naked.
“Lean over that desk, slut.”
Again, Gabby did as she was told to do.
Thwack. Lindsay’s hand came down on Gabby’s ass. “There’s no way a slut like you should have been put in a position over me, is there?”
Gabby shook her head. “No.”
Another thwack on her ass. “What’d you say to me? You need to show me the proper respect. From now on, it’s Miss Lindsay to you.”
“I’m sorry ... Miss Lindsay.”
“That’s better. And now to the original question. There’s no way you should have been put in a position of authority over me, is there?”
“No, Miss Lindsay.”
“There is no way in which a slut like you is superior to me, is there?”
Gabby couldn’t help but groan. Even if it was just a role she was playing, there was a part of it that felt real to her. “No, Miss Lindsay. You are superior to me in every way.”
Lindsay smacked her ass again. “I like to hear you say that. Say it again.”
“You are superior to me in every way, Miss Lindsay.”
Another spank but this one wasn’t as hard as the others. “That’s right, slut. Say it again.”
“You are superior to me in every way, Miss Lindsay.”
“Do you want me to play with your pussy, slut?”
“I want you to do whatever you want,” Gabby replied.
“Good answer,” Lindsay replied even as she slid a hand between Gabby’s legs. “There may be hope for you yet. Do you like this, slut?”
“Yes,” Gabby moaned.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Miss Lindsay.”
“That’s right. You better not forget that. It’s yes, Miss Lindsay to everything, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Miss Lindsay,” Gabby replied even as the other woman continued to play with her pussy.
“Oh fuck,” Gabby gasped as the other woman’s finger entered her pussy.
“Yeah, slut likes that doesn’t she?”
“Y-y-yes, M-miss Lindsay.”
“Yes, we can see how much you like this, can’t we?”
Gabby wasn’t sure if she was supposed to like it or not but for some reason, her pussy was really wet. “Y-yes, Miss Lindsay,” she said.
A second finger entered Gabby’s pussy. “Look at you. You’ve got such a wet, little pussy. Did you know that?”
“Yes, Miss Lindsay.”
“I’ll bet you do. I’ll bet a slut like you likes playing with her pussy. Isn’t that right, slut?”
It was getting so easy, Gabby told herself. All she had to do was agree with whatever the other woman wanted. “Yes, Miss Lindsay.”
“I’ll bet you’re the type of slut who likes licking her juices up off of her fingers. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Miss Lindsay.”
“Should we put that to a test?” the other woman asked.
Gabby wasn’t sure how to answer that but apparently, an answer wasn’t needed because the other woman was sliding her fingers out of Gabby’s pussy and then she was bringing them up to Gabby’s face.
“Here you go. Lick these.”
Gabby licked at the other woman’s fingers.
“There you go. You really are a good, little slut, but I’ll bet a slut like you can’t go a whole eight hours without getting her pussy off. Ain’t that right, slut?”
“Yes, Miss Lindsay.”
“You got any toys here?”
“Any what?”
“Any toys. You know. Sex toys.”
Gabby wasn’t sure how to answer that. No one had told her what the answer was supposed to be. “I don’t know,” she said.
“How can a slut like you not know what’s in her own office?”
Gabby didn’t know what to answer.
“Never mind,” the other woman said. “I’ll look for myself.”
It wasn’t long before the other woman found a drawer full of toys which she promptly dumped on the desk in front of Gabby.
“What’s this, slut?”
Gabby looked at the pile. “It looks like sex toys,” she said.
The other woman spanked Gabby’s ass eliciting a yelp from Gabby. “How did I tell you to address me, slut? It looks like sex toys ... what?”
“It looks like sex toys, Miss Lindsay.”
Another swat on Gabby’s ass and another yelp from the prone woman. “That’s right. Don’t you forget how to address me.”
“I won’t, Miss Lindsay.”
Lindsay picked up a strap-on. “So who uses this?” she asked. “Is this what you use to keep your charges in line, or is this just the type of thing a slut like you needs to have used on her to get her through the day?”
Again, Gabby wasn’t sure what to answer.
“Answer me, slut.”
“Both?”
“Good answer, slut, but how did I tell you to address me.”
“Sorry, Miss Lindsay,” Gabby said. “The answer is both.”
“I’ll bet it is. A slut like you needs something like this to keep her charges in line, but a slut like you just can’t help to have something like this used on her own little cock-hungry pussy, can she?”
Gabby said nothing.
“Don’t you worry though. I know how to put something like this to good use.”
Gabby would have asked just what exactly was meant by that except that in the next moment, there was that cock being jammed in between her legs. “Oh fuck,” she moaned.
“Yeah that’s right. Little slut likes getting her pussy fucked, doesn’t she?”
“Yeah,” Gabby groaned.
“Yeah what?”
“Oh fuck,” Gabby groaned. “Oh fuck. Yes, Miss Lindsay. Yes, I like it.”
“Yeah, that’s right. That’s what a slut like you needs, don’t we? But speaking of needs, we know what you really need.”
Gabby was about to say no when something occurred to her. “I need to cum, Miss Lindsay.”
“That’s a good answer, slut. Say it again.”
Gabby looked up to see a camera right there in front of her. “I need to cum,” she said into the camera.
“Yeah, that’s right. It doesn’t look like you’re going to be my boss anymore, does it. Not if I’m the one who’s going to make your pussy cum.”
Gabby couldn’t help but moan. It wasn’t that she wasn’t listening to what the other woman had to say but it was just that her pussy couldn’t help but respond to that cock between her legs.
“That’s right,” Lindsay told her. “That’s right. Show me just what kind of a slut you really are.”
She was going to cum. Gabby knew that. There was no stopping it, even if she’d wanted to. She was going to cum and then in the next instant, her pussy was doing just that and she was gripping the cock buried inside her.
Lindsay slapped Gabby’s ass even as Gabby’s pussy continued to cum. “You like that, don’t you?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“And I’ll bet you still think you’re a good girl don’t you?”
“Yes, Miss Lindsay.”
“Sluts like getting their pussies fucked,” Lindsay said, “but really, do you think that the sort of thing a good girl would do?”
Gabby looked up at the camera that was right there in front on her and she knew what she was supposed to say. “Good girls do, too.”
“Cut.” The director strode onto the set. “That was great,” he told his two actresses. “That was perfect,” and then he looked at Gabby. “I think we’re going to have to have you back here to do another film for us real soon. What do you say to that?”
It was weird, Gabby thought. She’d come here to save her friend and now, she wasn’t anywhere near where Kelly was and for some reason, she felt right at home. She looked up at the man and then she grinned. “I think I’d like that,” she said. “I think I’d like it a lot.”