Get royalties on my screwing. Linda Lovelace got rich that way and so did a lot of other women.
The next day I went to, the Studio, a movie house downtown that showed only X-rated films.
"I wanta see the manager," I told the little ticket girl in the window.
"Get lost," she frowned. "You ain't old enough to come in here."
"My daddy's in there," I lied. "You let me see the manager or I'll raise hell.
My daddy should be home."
The manager took me next door and bought me a coke while I told him what I had in mind.
"Yeah, you could make a few bucks." He stared at my nice bosom. "Ain't too many kids built like you, and you sure are pretty, Angie."
"So how do I go about it?"
"Well, I've got a friend. He makes the movies in his basement. Got a franchise with one of the distributors in Burbank. Maybe he could use you."
"How much does it pay?"
"Depends on you, kid. Depends on what you've got under those clothes."
"Do I have to audition? How do they work it?"
"First you gotta let me interview you. At my apartment. If I like it, I'll send you over to see Alex."
Watching all those fuckers on his own screen made this guy horny as hell and he thought he was seducing me with all his talk about being a big movie star. What he didn't know was that I was seducing him. A grown man, with an honest to god cock, a man who would appreciate young stuff.
We fucked for two hours in his apartment.
"You're gonna castrate me, honey!" he groaned when we were having thirds.
"Jeez, my balls hurt so bad I can hardly move!"
"Do it some more!" I clung to his sweaty body. "Do it harder, Mister!"
"Your cunt's on fire, Angie! It's so hot it feels like broken glass down there!
Ooowww, I gotta stop for a while!"
"Do it deeper!" I cried. "Just a little longer, Mister! I think I'm gonna come again…!"
CHAPTER NINE
"Turn 'em upside down and they all look alike!" Melvin Carter laughed as we watched one of the girls posing nude with her legs in the air.
Melvin was wrong of course. No two pussies look alike just the same as no two peckers are identical. Some girls have a cunt that goes halfway up their gut while some have a small slit, some have puffy pussy lips while others are sort of flat-cunted, no two clitorises are quite the same while the depth and breadth of the vagina is legend. Even in my youth I understood this truth since I had seen countless girls in the gym shower and it never ceased to amaze me the way no two people are alike. And no two people react to sex the same way either, that's why a strange piece is so real and exciting.
"Spread your legs a little more, honey," Bruce Adams told the girl as he focused his camera. "And smile like you're enjoying it. Too bad your cunt can't smile!"
We were in the basement of Bruce's home and it was a grand place to be. There were no partitions in the whole huge place so it like a theater, with lights and cameras and backdrops, just like Hollywood. Bruce made a lot of movies for stag parties and to be sold on the X-rated market, and he also took still photos for the big magazines. It was obvious he made plenty of money so I felt privileged to be a part of it. Sex was a big business and that's exactly where I wanted to be.
"Yeah, Angie, you'll do just fine," Bruce told me when he first saw me. "The younger the better for any good film, and besides that you're a real beauty.
You got any qualms about fucking under the lights?"
"I enjoy a good screw."
"Sure, they all do, honey. But can you perform under the lights? Turns a lot of people off!"
"I ain't never tried it that way. But some of my friends have watched while I fucked. I've watched them a few times too."
"This is a different proposition all together, Angie. It's going on film so you have to make it look good You have to pretend the guy turns you on, even if he doesn't."
"Any guy could turn me on."
"Maybe. But sometimes we have to make retakes and it goes on for hours. Think you can act it out even when you get bored?"
Imagine getting bored with sex!
I assured Bruce I'd do my best so he let me watch while he did some still work, and I even got to see three people fucking. Two women and one man. First the girls got to sucking on each other's titties, then they tried to fuck, then this good-looking guy walked in, naked, and the three of them went to fucking each other. They ended up by having the guy lie on his back, while one girl sat on his cock. He was cunt-sucking the other female. And no matter what Bruce warned me about, you could have fooled me. Those three people went to screwing like they enjoyed it. Even when Bruce had to change film and told them to take a break, they went right on rehearsing. They fucked and sucked and groaned and moaned like I never heard before.
I was ready to do my part right then.
"Naw, we got something special for you, Angie," Bruce told me. "I can sell a film of you real quick. You look fresh and virginal and that's what the public wants."
"I ain't no virgin."
"Naturally. But you look the part. We're gonna set up a scene where a guy rapes you. We'll make it look, good, like you're a schoolgirl or something. This guy will jump you, and you have to scream and kick and fight him off. But he gets to you. Puts it in you. Understand?"
"Sure. But do I have to fight too hard? I don't mind if he really does it to me."
"This is Never-never Land, honey. Remember? This is make-believe. Far-out city.
A trip from reality. So we have to give 'em something special. Work on their own secret desires, the things they want to do but can never have for real. We let people have a taste of all the sweetest sex they could ever imagine. That way nobody gets hurt and we cut down the crime rate. When they can get it in the movies they don't have to dream any more. They already got it, understand?"
"What if some people want to see animals fuck "people? Do you film that too?
There's a couple of my girl friends who always wanted dogs to do it to them.
And Shirley Appleby always stops to look at the horse by our school. Especially when he has a hard-on. I know she'd give anything to have that animal fuck her."
"Nothing wrong with that, Angie. We all have a secret little desire, something deep down we don't tell a damn soul about. A way to get our kicks. Getting raped, or fucking a black man, or pulling panties off young girls, or sneaking around back yards to peek in bedroom windows. We've all got something we dream about. So I put it on film to satisfy everybody."
"I don't want no animal to do it to me, Bruce."
"You don't have to worry about that, Angie. Sure I make a few of those films.
And we do some whipping, and we make all kinds of kinky movies when I get a special order for it. But there ain't a big market for that kind of stuff. Not really. Most people are hung up on straight screwing. They love to watch other people fuck. Hell, I've bad parties right here at my place where I put on ten hours of film. Nobody ever leaves. There's no end to the sexual hungers of real people. Long as I've got fresh faces, new bodies, different cocks and cunts, I could keep an audience here for a year. So I guess we're fulfilling a need to the community."
I kept getting the feeling Bruce felt guilty about what he was doing since he referred to community acceptance when he talked. Maybe I'd be that way too when I was forty years old like Bruce, yet right now I wasn't concerned about morals or community standards. I was young so I wanted to do what comes naturally.
"When do I get to do it?" I asked "An hour or so. We'll have to work outside."
"You mean I gotta get naked outside? Hey, I don't want the neighbors to see me!"