SHOOTING STAR Copyright May 2000 by Verywierd. This is a work of erotic fiction. Any resemblance to persons or organisations living or dead is purely coincidental. Chapter One. I checked the cameras one last time and opened a fresh pack of videotape. Glancing around the room, I satisfied myself that all the lights were in position, the powerful lamps casting a wave of heat over the set. The tapes of three completed sessions were safely packed away in an airtight box and I was well on my way to completing another red hot production of the popular porno series 'Pussy Heat'. However, I still felt dissatisfied with my life. I wanted to make my own films. Amateur porno had grown into a major sub-category of the porno film industry over recent years. Despite having low budgets, no sets and no music scores, they had proved surprisingly popular, making their 'hosts' into minor celebrities. Soon, everyone wanted to get into the act, each series introducing it's own gimmick or twist. Some have resident starlets, some specialise in anal sex or oral sex or female ejaculators. One enterprising series even features naked vomiting women. By the time that I had decided to enter the market, just about every possible niche had been taken, used and re-used to the point of nausea. However, there was one area of amateur porno that was not very well covered which was, and still is, films dealing with sadism. At this point, all my friends smugly reminded me of the piles of 'fetish' films that line every adult video store. BDSM, rubber, enema, S&M, FemDom, scat and a million other fetishes stretch as far as the jaded eye can see. Equally smugly, I point out that these are either faked, very mild or feature masochists who are actually having a good time. The closest things to 'pure' sadism are the 'English' style films that depict corporal punishment. Fortunately for me, CP films concentrate primarily on girls' buttocks. A nice rounded bottom is a thing of beauty, but on the other side is something with which almost all red blooded men have an absolute obsession. That's right, Pussy! In a flash of pure genius (as compared to my usual level of thought) I realised that by combining amateurs, CP style sadism and a focus on pussy shots, I had a potential winner in the porno fetish market. After I had stopped dancing around the room in my underwear, I spotted the flaw in my master plan. One major reason why real CP films are comparatively rare is the shortage of good looking amateurs who are willing to perform for less than stellar fees. The solution naturally, was creative advertising. I needed to make performing in my videos attractive to the would be 'stars' as well as the audiences. There is a healthy traffic in Eastern European porno actresses. Streams of young attractive ladies are being hired by the porn masters of the West and groomed into short lived stars who blaze brightly on our TV screens and then are quickly replaced by the next wave of newcomers. After making the rounds and buying enough drinks to cater a wedding reception, I finally got in touch with a producer who had a list of new talent waiting for their turn at stardom. I did not have too many qualms about explaining my concept to him as his studio did not produce fetish films. I offered to pay the travel costs of any girl who agreed to feature in my first video on the strict understanding that I would only release my film one month after the girl's mainstream porno video release. This actually made commercial sense for me, as I would then be able to claim that a number of the girls who had made their 'amateur' debuts in my video had gone on to join a major studio. This would be my selling point to the girls. To my amazement, this convoluted scheme actually worked, and my first release was moderately successful. Although I made a small loss in terms of financial profit, I was established as a 'real' producer. I even received a few calls from other studios inviting me to introduce suitable 'talent' to them. My meager working capital was rapidly becoming depleted so I had to make my next video a commercial success, which meant finding true amateurs to work for me. I called up every talent agency that I could find, placed ads in various magazines and even printed pamphlets which I paid runners to distribute at the local College and anywhere else that had a likely population of young women who might possibly want to get into the porno industry. Then I waited. Chapter Two. Letters, email and calls started to come in response to my ads. Most of them quickly lost interest when I described the kind of film that I intended to make. Some were willing but were too ugly, too old, too high on something, too tattooed or all of the above. A few were young and attractive but were also heavy duty masochists with enough scars and piercings to frighten a biker gang. Finally, after six weeks, I managed to find four girls who met all my requirements. I was fairly sure that I could get enough quality footage from them to make up the bulk of a video release. Unfortunately I still did not have my hook. I needed a face, body and personality that would sell my film. The girls would not wait around forever, so I started filming even though I was missing my leading lady. A donation to the favorite charity of a real-estate agent friend of mine gained me the temporary use of a fully furnished mansion on the outskirts of town. With the assistance of my partner Jessie, I set up my equipment in the living room. Jessie had completed one year of a degree course in cinematography before she had dropped out due to a lack of funds. We had met outside of Adam's office, one of my porno producer friends. He had invited me to stop by for a drink in celebration of my first successful video and when I arrived, I saw Jessie sitting dejectedly in the lobby. I said 'Hi', she smiled back, and we had started talking. When she realised that I was a real live film maker, Jessie looked ready to burst with excitement. It turned out that she still wanted to get into the movie making business and had hoped that Adam would hire her as an assistant camera person. Despite how it may look, filming porno is a specialised skill and Adam had no time for enthusiastic beginners. Jessie complained indignantly that Adam had added insult to injury by offering her a bit part in one of his films on the condition that she had a boob job done. Jessie is a tall blonde with small, well formed breasts, a nice curvy figure and a cheerful grin. She is cute rather than fashion model beautiful which I found a refreshing change from the standardised silicone beauties that lined the hallways of every agency. At the time however, I barely noticed how she looked as I was more interested in her other abilities. I needed a second cameraman, but I could not afford to pay for a pro. Jessie possessed the right training, and the fact that she was a woman was a bonus, as it would help to put the girls at ease. At first she was wary when I offered her a partnership, especially when I described the kind of films that I made. However after I assured her that all my 'actresses' performed of their own free will and showed her a sample of my previous tape, she agreed to sign on. By the time we had finished interviewing the applicants and finalised the outline 'script' I had come to regard her as a friend. Chapter Three. We started the first day shooting interviews of each of the girls. These would serve as the introduction to each of their segments as well as giving them a chance to get used being in front of the cameras. I always enjoy this part of the filming. Chatting with a pretty young woman about the way her body looks and her sexual tastes always turns me on. As a standard setup we use three cameras, with one set up for a full body shot, one zoomed in on the girl's face and one more hand-held by Jessie. The room had a small bar with tall leather and chrome stools. I moved all but one of the stools away from the bar and placed the remaining seat in the centre. This gave us a suitable backdrop for the interviews. The first girl was Debbie. Small and slim with short dark brown hair, she was dressed in a pleated skirt and white blouse which gave her a school girlish look. Debbie stared into the camera with a serious expression, as if she were about to take her exams, her hands neatly folded in her lap. 'This is Debbie. Say hello Debbie' I said, waving at her from behind the cameras. 'Hello' she said, giving me a small, uncertain smile. 'You look really young Debbie. Just so that we don't end up in jail, tell the viewers your age' I said, only half joking. The way she was dressed she looked about fifteen. 'I'm twenty, but everyone always thinks that I'm a kid' she replied, grimacing. The view up her skirt from where I was standing was almost enough to make me a convert to pedophilia and Jessie waved at me from across the room when I paused for too long, distracted by the scenery. 'Ahem. Er, yes. Well, you are certainly a very pretty girl. Have you ever done any thing like this before?' 'Nope' said Debbie. 'And you do know what kind of video we are making don't you?' I asked. I was interested to hear what her answer would be. The girls in my last film had spoken very little English and so the dialogue had, of necessity, been very rudimentary. 'Yes' said Debbie, nodding. I made stretching motions with my hands and mouthed the words 'Go on'. I saw Jessie moving around to get a shot of Debbie's face from the side. Debbie frowned for a moment and then she realised what it was that I wanted. 'Oh. Ah, yes I know that you make sort of spanking stuff'. 'And have you ever been spanked?' I prompted. 'Never' she replied. 'No one has ever laid a hand on me'. 'But you agreed to do this video knowing that you might be spanked or even tortured' I said, pressing her. 'This is different' said Debbie, tossing her hair nervously. 'I want to act in adult films' 'So as long as it is acting you don't mind a little punishment?' I asked. Debbie shrugged and smiled. 'Whatever it takes'. 'How about the cane? If we want to sell to the UK they will expect to see some good cane marks'. Actually I was pretty sure that they would lap up just about anything, but it was fun to see what it would take to scare Debbie. We could always edit the tape if she panicked. 'Do they?' said Debbie innocently. 'I guess having my bottom caned is ok' 'I like your attitude Debbie' I said, smiling at her in approval. Then I put on a worried frown. 'The trouble is, caned bottoms vids are everywhere. I really want to help you make a splash in the business' I said, looking at Debbie pleadingly as if searching for inspiration. After a moment of deep thought, Debbie suddenly brightened. 'Hey, I know! Why don't you cane me somewhere else' she said happily. Jessie grinned behind her camera and stuck her tongue out at me. 'Well, I suppose that might work,' I said reluctantly 'but where else could we cane you that would look really impressive?' I held my breath as I waited for Debbie to say the right thing. 'My tits!' squealed Debbie. 'Yes you have nice tits. What about them?' I asked, acting dumb. 'You could cane my tits, silly' declared Debbie. 'Are you sure?' Debbie nodded enthusiastically. 'O.K.' I said and put on my TV announcer voice. 'For the first time anywhere, a world exclusive video feature. Beautiful video virgin Debbie will have her breasts caned right in front of your eyes. Stay tuned' I waved my hand in a chopping motion and Jessie stopped filming. 'Great work Debbie' 'Did I do good?' asked Debbie anxiously. 'You are going to be a star' I declared reassuringly. Just then, my mobile phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and held it to my ear, ignoring the deadly microwaves that were frying my brain cells. It was Eddie, an agent who knew that I was still looking for a girl. He said that he had found just the person for me, a girl named Paula. New, young, pretty and smart. She was willing to do heavy s&m work and best of all, she was available immediately. I grinned and showed Jessie a thumbs-up. We were in business. After Eddie hung up I called the printers and told them to expect a portfolio shot of Paula from Eddie. We did not have the time to do a proper stills shoot for the video jacket so I had to trust in Eddie's judgement. I told the printers to go ahead and start making the covers. Then I called the video studios to book duplication time. Finally I called Mac, my personal 'venture capitalist'. He would advance me the money to pay for the video covers, tape reproduction, advertising and distribution in exchange for a hefty fee and a cut of the earnings. Once I started everything in motion, we had two days to wind up the actual filming and to deliver the finished goods. Chapter Four. With everything in place, I went on to do the other interviews. One of the girls turned out to have a terrible camera presence, looking dull and vague during the interview. I sent her home with two hundred dollars for her time. This left me with Angela and Mary, who were nineteen and eighteen respectively, and blonde haired in a typical cheerleader kind of way. Both possessed firm, nicely rounded bottoms, so I decided to do a double caning scene with them as a warm up for the video, followed by Debbie and climaxing (heh!) with Paula. Jessie and I spent an hour moving the gear up to the bedroom and setting up the lighting again, while the three girls had a late lunch in the kitchen. Since Paula would not arrive until late in the evening, I decided to do her interview in the bedroom. With everything set up, I asked Angela and Mary to come up to the bedroom, leaving Debbie to watch television downstairs until it was her turn. I sat the girls on the edge of the bed and signaled Jessie to start filming. Jessie had wanted to do the 'Action!' and 'Cut!' thing, but since there were only the two of us and we were using video and not film, I told her that I felt silly doing the clapboard routine and that regular English would serve. 'Here we are again with Angela and Mary. Wave to the folks girls'. The two of them dutifully waved. I made faces at them from behind the cameras and got them to grin and giggle. In a scene where there was no real script or even lines to read, the first moments were always the most awkward before the conversation and action built up a momentum of their own. Both girls were dressed in jeans and T-shirts. Angela's shirt was pink with a picture of a small Teddy bear wearing a diaper. Mary's shirt was green and covered with 'Save the Earth' messages. 'Are you ready for some action?' I asked. Nods from both girls. I picked up the cane and tossed it to Angela. It was about the length of my arm and the springy tan coloured wood gleamed under the lights. Mary giggled and rubbed the seat of her jeans as Angela swished the cane through the air, making a threatening sound. 'Well girls, what do you think of that?' 'Its a big one' replied Mary suggestively. 'I bet it hurts' said Angela, her blue eyes wide. I waited a moment for Jessie to get into position and then turned back to the girls. 'All right. Why don't you both get undressed and let everyone have a look at your bodies. Mary, you go first' I said. Mary nodded, blew a kiss at Jessie's camera and then started pulling her T-shirt up over her head. Neither of the girls were wearing a bra, so Mary's breasts quickly bounced into view, her nipples already stiff and quivering. 'Mmm, those look very nice Mary. Are they real?' I asked just to keep the soundtrack going. 'Yup' said Mary as she tossed her shirt aside. She cupped her breasts in her palms and bounced the fleshy globes proudly. 'All natural with no added preservatives'. I motioned for Angela to start undressing while I continued talking to Mary. 'Play with your nipples Mary. Lets see if you can get them even harder'. Mary crossed her arms across her chest and brushed the palms of her hands over the points of her breasts in slow circular motions. I could see her aureoles crinkle up around her nipples in reaction to her touch. I motioned Jessie to zoom in on Mary's hands while I turned my attention to Angela, who was now also naked from the waist up. Stretching out my hand, I gently brushed Angela's tits with my fingers. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Mary's. When combined with her trim athletic figure, her smaller bust made her look like a teenager. I made a 'Wow' motion with my lips and showed her a thumbs up. She smiled and stuck out her tongue at my obvious flattery. I grinned back and indicated that she should remove the rest of her clothes. Her jeans and panties slid to the floor as I directed a camera towards her. Placing my eye to the viewfinder, I panned the camera up and down her naked body, lingering over her breasts and her pubic triangle. 'Do a twirl Angela. Lets see the rest of that fabulous body. Slowly, that's right' I said, zooming out to a three quarter shot from head to knees. As I worked I could hear Jessie getting Mary undressed. We made a good team. 'Hold it right there Angela. Good, let me get a look at that lovely bum' I said. Zooming in on her buttocks, I locked the tripod and moved forward to run my hand over the firm, lightly furred cheeks that she thrust out at me. I drew a line across both cheeks with my finger and I felt her quiver slightly in anticipation of the burning kiss of the rod. After another few seconds, I stopped shooting and turned the camera towards Mary to repeat the visual examination that I had just given her companion. I signaled a halt and we shut down the cameras and repositioned the girls and the lights for the next scene. A few minutes later, we were shooting again with the girls standing to either side of a tall wooden stool. 'Hello everybody,' I said, speaking to the invisible audience 'as you can see, the girls are back and ready for some real butt whacking action. Right girls?' The girls waggled their hips and blew kisses at the camera. 'Right, this is what we are going to do. You are going to cane each other in turns, three strokes each time. The er, recipient will bend over with her forearms resting on the stool, legs straight and apart. I want to see those bums thrust up high and tight'. I paused for a moment and then threw in the twist. 'Just to make things interesting, if the girl being caned jumps up or otherwise fails to hold still for the full three strokes, she will have to take one of the other girl's three strokes each time she moves' Mary and Angela glanced thoughtfully at each other, realising that I had just given them an incentive to really hit each other hard. 'One last thing' I added. 'I want to see nice red weals on those bums. If I or Jessie think that a stroke is just a love tap, I will give both of you an additional stroke'. The girls groaned dramatically and tossed a coin to see who would go first. The coin came up tails and Angela wiped pretend tears from her eyes as she draped her slim body over the stool. Jessie went down on her knees with her camera as Angela spread her legs apart, catching the bulge of her pussy as it swung into view. Mary stood at the left of the upthrust buttocks and swung the long flexible rod through the air, testing it's heft. After a quick glance to ensure that all the cameras were running, I waved at Mary to begin. Mary tapped the cane against Angela's bottom taking careful aim. Under the harsh video lighting I saw a faint sheen of sweat break out across the curving expanse of Angela's tautly stretched skin. Mary's wrist bent back a final time and with a faint 'whoosh' the cane swept back in a blurred brown arc to impact against its target with a sharp 'smack'. Later, the during the editing of the video I slowed and extended that moment so that the viewer would see Angela's flesh ripple away from the impact and the cane bounce off of her skin accompanied by a mist-fine spray of sweat. 'Ahh' gasped Angela as the burning sting of the cane radiated throughout her body, forcing her to toss her head and curl her toes. Jessie zoomed in tighter, and in the monitor I could see the trademark parallel red lines of a caning start to form, rising into angry crimson ridges across Angela's ass. The close-in view let me see her muscles of her buttocks and thighs tighten into quivering tension as she fought the pain. Even the puffy pink lips of her pussy and the small brownish rose of her asshole visibly contracted, as if trying to hide from the deadly kiss of the rod. I signaled Mary to pause and for Jessie to keep her camera zoomed in on Angela's ass. 'Are you all right Angela?' I asked. 'I'm O.K.' she replied. 'Did that hurt?' I said, deliberately asking a stupid question. 'Fuck yes, that hurt' replied Angela vehemently. 'It feels like my ass has been cut in half with a blunt knife' she groaned. 'I hope you guys are enjoying this' I nodded at Mary, who grinned and slashed the cane down again without warning. It was obvious that she hoped to catch Angela by surprise and to make her jump. A second set of red bars blossomed into being as the impact rocked Angela forward over her hands. The moist, fleshy sound of wood striking flesh filled the room as Mary struck for the third time in quick succession. Angela threw back her head, her teeth bared in a rictus of agony, her panting breath loud and quick. Her hips writhed like an exotic dancer, weaving a pattern of sex and pain in front of our eyes. Even Jessie seemed fascinated by the scene as she ran the electronic eye of her camera over and around Angela's body in an attempt to capture the intense and heady mixture of feelings being expressed by the punished girl. I stopped the cameras at that point in order to give Angela a chance to rub her bum and to express herself. 'Fuck! Ow! Shit that hurts..." muttered Angela as she applied some body lotion to her bright red posterior. While she was thus occupied, I retrieved the cane from Mary and instructed her to get into position for her scene. I took a moment to consult with Jessie and to review the footage that we had just captured. Watching the caning on the monitor we both agreed that it had gone very well so far. Jessie decided to adjust some of the lighting in order to make the weals and ridges show up more clearly on the video. Angela finally finished consoling her wounded bottom and came back to the set, taking the cane from my hand with a determined look in her eyes. 'Are you ready Mary?' I asked. 'Go ahead' Mary replied, giving her bottom a rub of her hand. I signaled Jessie and triggered the rest of the cameras. 'And here we are again, this time with the lovely Mary in the hot spot' I announced. I reached out with my hand and ran a finger up and down the crevice between her plump cheeks. 'Doesn't that just look good enough to eat? In fact, after we get done with the filming...' 'In your dreams' shouted Mary, her voice muffled, coming from the other side of her bum. Just then, Angela whipped the cane across Mary's buttocks, barely missing my hand. Evidently she had decided to repay Mary for the attempt to catch her by surprise. 'Yeow!' screeched Mary, flapping her elbows like a startled sea gull. I winced at the solid "thunk" of the cane as it sunk into Mary's flesh. Despite her shock, Mary managed to keep her buttocks upthrust and taut, although she planted her feet flat on the ground as if bracing against a gale. She turned her head to glare at Angela, who smiled sweetly before sending the cane whizzing through the air again to paint a second fluorescent red line an inch away from the first. This time Mary absorbed the blow stoically, with only the flicker of her eyelids to indicate the terrible pain she was feeling. Angela cocked her head to one side and the tip of her tongue stuck out from the corner of her mouth as she took aim. The cane cut through the air once more with terrific speed and I almost expected to see the wood burst into flames from the friction. Her aim was deadly accurate, cutting diagonally across the first two marks to form a ragged 'Z'. Tiny spots of blood formed almost immediately where the tip of the cane met the topmost welt. Mary screeched and jerked upright, her hands reaching back to cup her buttocks protectively. Angela grinned triumphantly as she pointed her finger at the other girl. 'And Mary earns herself the honour of taking one of Angela's strokes. So it's four for Mary and two for Angela' I declared in my best sports announcer voice. Angela did a little victory dance while Mary glumly rubbed cream into her bum. I did not stop recording this time as the sight of Angela's tits bouncing up and down as she danced was too good to miss. Angela meekly thrust her behind out for her final two strokes. Despite the fact that Mary was obviously trying to make two blows do the work of three, her victim managed to infuriate her by taking both heavy cuts without so much as a twitch. She straightened up gracefully and took the cane from Mary's hand without a single rub of her swelling ass cheeks. Since there was nothing to be gained by being stoic, Mary yelled, wriggled and cursed her way through her final four strokes. This actually worked out quite well, as her antics were more entertaining than if she had just stayed still, especially as she turned out to have an amazing vocabulary of four letter words for someone her age. I closed the scene with a side-by-side shot of their glowing red bottoms twitching under my hand as I felt the hot ridges of their cane marks. Chapter Five. It was Debbie's turn next and I decided to start with her sitting on floor at the end of the bed. This necessitated more adjustments to the lights. Mary and Angela wandered off to soak their swollen behinds in the bathroom while Jessie went downstairs to fetch Debbie. I took the opportunity to call Eddie, who confirmed that Paula was in her car and on her way to my location. Comforted by this news, I put away the phone and tidied up the bed. The light was starting to fade outside, so I drew the curtains. The last thing I needed was for some Peeping Tom of a neighbour to report our activities to the police. The sound of footsteps on the stairs announced the arrival of my next performer and I turned to the door with a welcoming smile on my face hoping that Debbie had not been frightened by the sounds that must have drifted downstairs. Jessie tossed me a packet of juice and then guided Debbie into position in front of the cameras. She had already inserted a straw into the carton, so when I grabbed it I received a stream of yellow liquid up my nose which made me stagger backwards, flinging the offending container back out into the hallway. Since this made Debbie laugh I decided not to throw Jessie out of the window in revenge for half choking me to death. I wiped the sticky concoction off of my face with as much dignity as I could muster, not helped at all by the sniggers of the two women. Mentally promising my rebellious partner a fiendish fate worthy of Fu Manchu, I made a final check of the lights and cameras before turning my attention to Debbie. 'All right you disrespectful lot, back to work' I ordered sternly. Jessie stuck out her tongue at me before picking up her camera and taking her place. Debbie sat cross legged on the end of the bed and looked at me expectantly. 'Ready?' I asked. Debbie nodded and bounced on the mattress. I signaled to Jessie and started my own cameras. 'Here we have the Delicious Debbie. Isn't she nice?' I said. Jessie moved her camera up and down in a nodding motion. 'Today we are going to do nasty things with Debbie's titties' I said, trying to sound like the presenter in one of those shows that the television people seem to think appeal to children. 'Very nathty' lisped Debbie in a little girl voice. My opinion of her acting ability went up several notches, which boded well for the marketability of the final product. I decided to let Debbie ad lib for a bit. 'Debbie has been naughty and needs to be punished doesn't she?' I prompted. 'I've been baaad' said Debbie, playing with the ends of her hair. 'Naughty girls get spanked on their bottoms. But baaad girls get extra special punishment' she said with wide eyed seriousness. 'That's right' I said approvingly. 'Really naughty girls get their titties punished'. I pointed at the buttons of Debbie's blouse and Jessie zoomed in on Debbie's hands as the girl started to undo the pearl coloured fasteners. As if by magic, the front of the blouse parted under the ministrations of Debbie's slim, delicate fingers revealing the shallow valley of her cleavage. When she reached the waistband of her skirt I held up my hand. 'Stop right there Debbie. That will do for now' I said. 'Now spread the sides of your blouse apart and show us your tits'. Debbie brushed the translucent white fabric aside, sliding it across the pale mounds of her breasts. Like the unveiling of a cream coloured marble statue the curtains parted to reveal the smooth firm curves of her youthful tits. Then suddenly two stiff, rose coloured nipples blazed in my viewfinder, a shocking contrast to the alabaster background of her bosom. Jennifer zoomed in on the miniature monoliths. Glancing at the monitor I was startled to see a pink and white landscape of valleys and hills capped by twin russet towers, glistening with the occasional golden stalks of grass. Booting my artistic muse firmly into the little store room in the back of my mind, I turned my attention back to the work at hand. 'My, those are really pretty nipples you have Debbie' I said. 'Thank you' replied Debbie. She moistened a fingertip by sliding it into her mouth and then circled it over her aureoles, making her nipples rise into even greater prominence. 'But they need to punished, don't they?' I prompted. 'Uh huh' agreed Debbie, slowly licking her lips. Bending her index fingers and thumbs into pincers she took a firm grip on both nipples. The smooth glossy finish of her nail polish gave her fingers a mechanical gleam and on the screen it looked as if her teats had been trapped by plastic coated clamps. 'Now squeeze. Pinch those nipples as hard as you can' I said. Debbie obediently crushed her trapped nipples, her knuckles whitening with the force of her grip. As the pain grew her lips opened in a silent gasp but she did not waver and continued to squeeze until her nipples were almost flat. 'That's it, now lets see a real titty twister' Her hands swivelled at my command, twisting her flesh into taut reddened spirals before releasing them with an almost audible 'snap'. Debbie winced and silently mouthed an 'ouch' at the camera. It was time to get serious and to give the viewers what they had (hopefully) bought the video to see. Rummaging in my kit bag I found my special whip. It was a true work of art and had cost me a bundle. The business end consisted of five supple black leather strands each of which were twelve inches in length with a square cross-section, mounted on a mahogany handle. The handle was inlaid with silver wire and capped at the end with a sterling silver fitting made up of sharp edged ridges that flowed together to form a slightly rounded point. None of this actually made the whip any more efficient or painful, but it looked very impressive in the close-up shots and I hoped to make it into a kind of trade mark for my future videos. I handed the whip to Debbie, who slowly and sensuously ran her fingers over the instrument of her punishment as if it were a pet or her lover's body. I was pleased to see that Jessie had moved in to capture the sight of Debbie's slim fingers sliding over the polished wood and through the leather strands. Debbie brought the whip to her mouth and kissed the handle with full, pouting lips before whispering 'Whip me. Whip my breasts hard'. Watching her face tightly framed in the monitor as she said her lines made my crotch tingle. I took the whip back and stepped aside, allowing Jessie to take over the main cameras. Placing myself in front of Debbie and to her right, I made several swinging motions with my arm as well as with the whip while Jessie watched on the monitor. This allowed us to determine the range of motion available to me while still not bringing my face into the shot or blocking the cameras with my body. I stuck a piece of masking tape on the floor to mark the spot and then sat down on the bed next to Debbie. 'Are you ready for this?' I asked, putting my arm around her shoulder. Debbie turned her head to meet my eyes. 'Don't worry' she replied. 'I know that I am not terrifically beautiful and I am never going to be a great actress, but I really want to make it in this business and I'll do whatever it takes to get there. There are loads of girls who will let you fuck them in the ass and then suck your dick afterwards or drink cum from another girl's pussy. Unless they are really gorgeous or get chosen for star treatment by a producer, they just do one fuck scene after another until every one gets bored and then they kinda fade away'. I nodded encouragingly and waited for her to continue. 'Most of the good looking actresses who do s&m videos will only accept the light stuff. You know, big floppy whips, lots of leather gear and fake screaming' said Debbie, looking down at her lap. 'Yeah, I know what you mean' I said 'but I think that you are wrong about one thing'. 'What's that?' 'You are as pretty as any of the other girls around' I replied. Debbie grinned 'Gee, thanks Mister' she said in her little girl voice. Switching back to her normal voice she continued 'Anyway, I figure that if I do the real stuff and if I can find a real film maker and not some wacko doing a home movie, I can get myself noticed'. 'I'm not sure whether I qualify as a "real" film maker, but I can promise that as long as you do your part, Jessie and I will try to make you look as good as we can in this video' I said. Debbie took a deep breath, let it go with a sigh and said 'O.K then, lets do it'. I repositioned Debbie so that her legs hung off the end of the bed with her knees spread wide. This would give the camera a nice peek of her pink panties as well as help her to balance. I nodded to Jessie who started filming. 'Debbie, I want you to pull your blouse off of your shoulders and then put your hands on top of your head' I said for the soundtrack. 'That's it, good. Now pull your shoulders back a little and stick out your breasts a bit more. Perfect'. Debbie's tits did in fact look good enough to eat in that position. I gave the camera a moment more to capture her tits in their unmarked condition and then I started using the whip. The first strokes fell across both breasts and were no more than gentle slaps, producing more noise than impact. They made her tits visibly jiggle and bounce, showing the viewers that I was really hitting her. I knew that these slower strokes would in fact look more impressive on tape than the faster, harder ones where the whip would be moving too fast to clearly see. During editing I would have to add in some slow motion bits to increase the visual impact. Debbie began to sway her body in rhythm to the steady slaps of the whip and I had to warn her to stay still. Her smooth delicate skin began to flush a gentle pink as it heated under the firm smacking of the leather strands. 'Enough of that' I said, dropping the whip to hang at my side. 'You want to see some real whip marks, right?' I asked my electronic audience rhetorically. 'Of course you do'. 'Yes. Stop being a wimp, really whip my tits. Put some stripes on them. Punish them.' said Debbie arching her back defiantly. Taking a careful grip on the whip, I swing it back and forth a few times to correct my aim. Then I swept it forward in a smooth horizontal arc, for the first time putting some real force into my wrist action. The leather lashes struck home with a much sharper sound this time and I could feel the impact of the whip as it met Debbie's skin. Debbie gasped out loud, her whole body stiffening with the shock. The first five crimson ridges started to form, rising out of the reddened skin. 'That's better' I exclaimed heartily. 'Just look at those marks'. Jessie's eye was glued to her viewfinder and I knew that she was carefully recording the puffy red swellings that streaked Debbie's breasts. Like the spraying cum of regular porno films, these whip marks were the 'money shots' of an S&M film, proof that the blows were not faked. I now concentrated on one breast at a time, whipping first the left and then the right breast. The sound of the whip and the strained hissing of Debbie's breath seemed to form a kind of musical rhythm as her breasts were painfully covered with horizontal streaks of red. The contrast between the cool white of her blouse and the glowing heat of her swelling breasts was shocking. Debbie was moaning steadily, going 'Oh' and 'Ow' in counterpoint to the snap of the whip and shaking her head from side to side as if to deny the stinging pain in her breasts. By the time I counted forty strokes, her arms were quivering with the strain and there were damp strands of hair plastered to her forehead. I decided that it was time to finish the scene as I did not want to whip Debbie beyond endurance. 'All right Debbie, big finish now. I want you to put your hands on the bed behind your back and arch you back. Stick those tits right up in the air and get your face well clear. I am going to give you one more across each nipple, but really hard this time' Debbie glanced at me with panic and desperation in her eyes. I realised that she was on the verge of breaking. Her whole body quivered as she struggled with the fear and pain. Suddenly she flung her hands down and arched her back. 'Do it!' she cried, her fingers digging into the bedding like claws. I folded four strands of the whip back, gripping them under my fingers, leaving a single leather thong. Flipping the whip over Debbie's upthrust breasts I measured the distance carefully. I wanted to hit her nipples with the tip of the whip on each stroke for maximum effect. I raised my hand over my shoulder and brought the whip down hard, the leather hissing through the air like a striking snake. I snapped my wrist upwards just as the tip of the whip reached Debbie's left nipple and the leather struck the swollen, quivering bud with a sharp 'crack'. Debbie shrieked in agony as tiny flecks of blood welled up from the torn skin of her areola. Her screams continued as I quickly drew back my arm, took aim and let fly with another hard stroke, this time striking her right nipple with similar results. Tears welled up out of Debbie's eyes as her screams faded into agonised sobs. Slowly and stiffly, she straightened up and wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. Gingerly, she ran her hands over her bruised and battered breasts. Lifting her gaze to look directly into the camera lens, Debbie gave a tight smile. 'Was that good for you?' she said huskily. 'There's lots more of me to whip and torture, so come back and see me again soon'. Cupping her breasts in her hands, she blew a kiss at the camera. I swept my hand across my throat, signaling Jessie to stop filming. I bent over Debbie and kissed her on the forehead. 'That was fantastic' I said. 'You'll have them knocking down your door with offers'. 'I fucking hope so' replied Debbie with a grin 'but not right away' she said, looking down ruefully at her breasts. Chapter Six. The sun had set while we were filming. Jessie went off to the bathroom to help Debbie apply soothing salve on her breasts while I carefully unloaded the day's tapes, which we would edit and duplicate over the next few days. I heard some movement downstairs and then Angela's voice shouting 'Paula's here'. This was great news and I shouted back 'Tell her to come on up'. Since the equipment was still set up I decided to shoot a few minutes of tape with Paula just to get a feel of how she looked and acted. I heard footsteps and then a woman's voice say 'Hello?'. 'Over here in the master bedroom' I called. Suddenly, I heard a scream and a series of muffled thumps. Jessie ran out of the bathroom and I joined her at the head of the stairs. Half way down the stairs lay the crumpled form of Paula. She appeared to be out cold. At our feet was the flattened juice carton that I had flung away earlier. Paula must have stepped on it, slipped and fallen back down the stairs. Jessie ran off to call an ambulance while I went down to render any first aid that I could. I got in my car and followed the ambulance to the hospital. Fortunately, Paula had not broken any bones, but had a twisted ankle and a badly bruised face. As I drove back to the house with the immediate concerns about Paula's condition behind me, I was able to consider the more serious problem that I now faced. I had just lost the star of my video unless I was willing to wait several weeks for Paula to recover. Unfortunately, I had already committed myself to the printers, video distributors and advertisers. I could re-schedule all of them, but they would expect to be paid for any lost time and revenue. This brought me to my main problem, Mac. It was his money that I had spent, and his 'financial institution' did not re- schedule loans. With all the extra cost and delay, my video would be a loss maker unless it sold like the latest Hollywood blockbuster. I had expected to repay Mac with the proceeds of the first month's sales. Mac would be disappointed. Mac would express his disappointment in very unpleasant ways. Maybe even fatal ways. When I reached the house I explained the problem to Jessie. She suggested we call Eddie to see if we could get a replacement for Paula. When I told Eddie about my difficulties he laughed and said 'If you wanted one of the BDSM crowd or an S&M vid regular, no problem. But a "virgin" and good looking too? You don't need Eddie, you need a miracle. Sorry.". I could almost see him shaking his head as he hung up. He was right. Once Mac heard about this fiasco I would need a priest. I put down the phone and turned to Jessie. 'Look' I said 'this whole deal was my idea and Mac will be satisfied with me, so you better go home, pack up and get out of town for a while. It should be safe to come back in a couple of months'. Jessie shook her head and tried to argue. I stopped her and said 'There is nothing that you could do here to help, so you might as well get clear of ground zero'. Suddenly Jessie grabbed my arm. 'You're wrong. You do have a solution. You have me' she said, striking a pose. 'No' I said firmly. 'Yes' she replied equally firmly. 'I don't run out on my friends. Besides, I threw that juice packet at you. If I had not been fooling around none of this would have happened'. I tried my best to talk her out of it, but I must admit that in the end, the thought of Mac's wrath made me less noble than I should have been. Chapter Seven. My conscience would not let me sleep and I spent the night making plans to get Jessie and myself out of town. I figured that in the light of the morning I could convince her to do the sensible thing and run away. I tried the sneaky approach and discussed Paula's scene with Jessie over breakfast. I hoped that the combination of greasy eggs and a detailed description of the scene might put her off. Unfortunately Jessie only seemed to get more involved in the technicalities of the day's proposed shoot. 'Give it up' said Jessie. 'What do you mean' I asked innocently. 'I know what you are up to, and it won't work' she replied. 'But you will have to suck me off' I protested. 'Fine' said Jessie, biting savagely into a sausage. I winced and added 'And swallow'. 'Yummy' retorted Jessie, slurping up her runny eggs. I gave it one last try. 'It will hurt really bad'. 'I've made up my mind' Jessie said stubbornly. 'I am not going to let you get trashed by Mac's goons and I am not running away. Anyway, I have always wanted to try S&M'. I held up my hands in surrender. 'O.K. I give up' I took a sip of cold coffee. 'Jessie' I said. 'What?' 'Thanks' 'What are partners for' said Jessie with a grin. I called the hospital to check up on Paula, who was now sporting a cast on her ankle after the x-rays had revealed a hairline fracture. She seemed in good spirits and did not seem inclined to sue me for her mishap. I told her to take care and to call me if she needed anything. Unable to think of any more excuses for delay, I went up the stairs to join Jessie who had set up the equipment and was putting on her makeup. One of the rooms on this level had been set up as a study and had contained a pair of those high tech adjustable chairs, all black leather and chrome, which we had decided would make an ideal prop for Paula's scene. I kicked at the power cables that festooned the bedroom floor and then dragged one of the chairs into the bedroom, placing it in the centre of the space that Jessie had surrounded with the lights and cameras. Once again I drew the curtains over all the windows, both for privacy and to darken the room as I wanted the focus of the scene to be the chair and it's occupant. In the background was a mirror and dressing table with a few empty cosmetic bottles on it's surface. With the right lighting they would glisten and gleam mysteriously in the darkened room. Finally all was ready and I waited for my star with a mixture of reluctance and anticipation. I stood in the darkness surrounding the island of light, staring at the image of the set in the monitor and listening to the faint sounds of movement coming from the bathroom. Then the latch clicked and the bathroom door swung open, emitting a faint cloud of steam. Jessie stood in the doorway, her figure a dramatic silhouette outlined by the bright light of the bathroom. It was all so cinematic that I expected to hear an orchestra start playing 'Blue Velvet'. Her naked form was wrapped in a dark blue towel, and her short golden hair clung in damp strands around her face. I had never allowed myself to admit any sexual interest in Jessie for fear that it would interfere with our comfortable working relationship. Now I felt those mental walls coming down and a definite stirring in my groin. 'Well, do you think the punters will pay to see this?' she said, holding her out her arms. Despite her casual tone, I could hear the uncertainty in her voice. 'Jessie, you look terrific. If I took some stills right now I know that I could sell them to half a dozen mags in a minute' I said. Suddenly I remembered that we would need a new cover shot for the packaging. I told Jessie to stay where she was and reached for my trusty Nikon. Slapping a heavy diffuser on the flash I ran off a roll of film. With a little luck at least one of the shots would be suitable for the box cover and posters. Threading her way carefully through the forest of light stands and tripods, Jessie made her way to the waiting chair. Perching herself on one of the arms of the chair with her legs crossed at the ankles, she waited for me to start. This time I would only be using the static cameras. This would necessitate more stopping and positioning than normal as I was lacking an assistant cameraman. I took a final glance at the monitor to check the lighting and then counted down from three with my fingers for Jessie's benefit. 'Hello, hello. And who are you, lovely lady?' I said in a suggestive voice. 'Hi. My name is Jessie' she replied. I was surprised that she had given her real name and I raised an eyebrow at her, my hand poised to stop filming. She gave a smile that indicated that she knew what she had done and that it was deliberate. 'It looks like you are naked under that towel' I commented. 'Absolutely nothing' said Jessie, sliding her hand slowly up and down her thigh. 'So if that towel were to slip we would see everything' I said, zooming in on the creamy skin of her thigh. 'Almost everything' said Jessie teasingly. 'Almost?" Jessie uncrossed her legs and spread her knees wide apart, pushing the towel down between her thighs modestly. 'I would have to do something like this if you wanted to see everything' she replied, her voice falling low and husky as she said the word 'everything'. 'That sounds good' I said. 'Why don't you take that towel off then' Jessie brought her legs together and stood up. Standing on the balls of her feet and one leg slightly behind the other, she loosened the knot that held the towel around her chest. Holding on to one corner Jessie let the towel fall. The fabric flowed around her body like a torrent of water moving in slow motion, sliding across her back, down her buttocks and over her thighs. Her breasts now stood proudly revealed, two shining hemispheres of white surmounting the giant blue exclamation mark formed by the hanging towel. She held the pose for a long, frozen moment. Then suddenly time re-started again and the towel fell to the ground, unveiling her naked body. The golden curls of her pubic hair shone like polished metal under the harsh studio lights. Jessie spent a lot of her time in the gym and although she was not anorexically slim, all of that effort had given her a superbly sleek figure with just the right amount of softness where it mattered the most. Holding her hands slightly away from her sides she slowly turned on the spot, showing off the firm opposing curves of her breasts and her buttocks, the swooping slopes of her shoulders and back, then her profile again, before squarely facing the cameras once more. 'Boy oh boy, that is a sight to behold' I said. I had never before seen Jessie in anything more revealing than tight jeans and I had kept a careful rein on my fantasies as far as she was concerned. The admiration must have come through in my voice and Jessie gave a little smile of satisfaction at my sincere and horny reaction. 'The best is yet to come' said Jessie teasingly as she slid into the waiting leather clad embrace of the chair. Bracing herself with both hands flat on the seat between her thighs, she lifted her legs slowly up into the air, spread them apart in a 'V' and finally draped her bent knees over the armrests in the classic pose of the pornographic model. 'Show me your pussy' I rasped, my throat suddenly growing tight. 'You mean you want to see my cunt?' said Jessie, being deliberately crude. 'Yes, flash that cunt' I said, playing along. Keeping one hand on top of the other, Jessie slid then upwards like theater curtains rising to reveal the cast. The fleshy pink petals of her inner labia flared apart as she slid one fingertip upwards along the fold of her sex. I signaled Jessie to freeze as I adjusted one camera for a close up of the area between her legs. Several seconds later I gave her the go-ahead to continue. 'Can you see it?' said Jessie as she stroked her sex with the tip of her finger. 'Do you like to watch me make my pussy lips wet and my clit stand up?'. She carefully drew her lips apart, spreading her cunt wide and taut. The mouth of her vagina gaped in welcome, and as she continued to play with herself I saw the pearly drops of her excitement start to well up from the depths of her passage. 'Put some fingers in your hole' I said. 'How many?' she asked, sliding one finger into her clinging flesh. She moved the finger in and out slowly, liberally coating the digit with her sex juices. She lifted her finger to her face and sniffed daintily as if sampling a fine wine. 'Nothing smells quite like hot wet pussy' declared Jessie, holding out her finger toward the cameras. Suddenly she brought her outstretched hand down sharply and slapped herself squarely on her spread pussy with a loud wet 'Splat'. 'Ow,' exclaimed Jessie with an exaggerated pout. 'Now that's what everyone is waiting for isn't it?' she said. I made some appreciative sounds and said 'That's right Jessie. Some real, shocking pussy torture is what we are wanting'. Jessie took hold of her labia and spread them wide. 'My pussy is all yours. Hit me, hurt me, do anything you want' 'Lets have a look at the inside of your hole' I said. 'Stick some fingers in and open it out wide' Obediently Jessie placed the tips of her index fingers at the mouth of her vagina and worked them into the tight slippery opening. She pushed them deep, worked them around and then slid them out again. Adding two more fingers she pushed them in again, all the way up to her knuckles. Keeping her fingers straight and rigid, she pulled her hands apart, stretching her passage out until the camera was able to peer right inside her body. 'Harder,' I said 'until it hurts' Fighting against the strength of her own pussy muscles, Jessie applied more force, dilating her vaginal so wide that her hand would almost have fit into the opening. 'That's as far as it will go' said Jessie. 'Are you sure?' I asked. Reaching out with my arm I hooked a finger into her widespread pussy at the point just above her asshole and tugged downwards hard. 'Ow, that hurts' exclaimed Jessie in surprise. I kept pulling until the circle of skin around her opening felt as taut as a violin string and almost ready to tear under the pressure. With my other hand I reached into the container that I had brought from the kitchen and produced my little surprise, a large piece of ice which I had hacked from a block that I had made the previous day. The ice was roughly rectangular and about a foot long and three inches wide. I had made no attempt to smooth it out and despite some degree of melting it was still a jagged and almost spiky object. 'Say ahh' I said, pressing the tip of the miniature iceberg into Jessie's wide stretched pussy. Jessie gasped as I forced the jagged icicle into her cunt. The sharp corners and points that studded it's surface ripped at her shrinking flesh, and the natural reaction of her muscles to resist the intrusion by contracting only made the pain worse. However, unlike a wooden or metal dildo, the ice melted sufficiently on contact with the warmth of her flesh to provide a small amount of lubrication, saving the insides of her cunt from being cut and ripped. Jessie moaned as I shoved the ice dildo deeper,burying it firmly inside her body. Her vagina began to adjust to the size of the icy intruder as it ground it's way into the depths of her sex and I felt Jessie push her hips upwards against the frigid shaft, eager to escape the pain by completing her impalement. Finally I felt the shaft touch bottom, grinding against her cervix. Jessie sighed with relief as her pussy wrapped itself around the glistening spike. She soon realised that her relief was premature. As I twisted and thrust the frozen phallus into her cunt the sub-zero temperature of the ice began to bite into the delicate nerve lined walls of her vagina. Sharp fangs of pain dug deep into the flesh of her groin as the lining of her cunt started to freeze. In the monitor I could see Jessie's body visibly quiver and tremble from the throbbing ache that bit at her cunt. Her moans grew louder as the pain steadily increased. Of course, I had no intention of allowing her flesh to actually freeze or get frost bitten, so I kindly pulled the icicle out with one quick twisting motion, duplicating the ripping inward journey, only in reverse. For a long moment the opening of Jessie's cunt remained wide open, with an icy mixture of water and vaginal secretions dripping out onto the shiny leather of the seat. 'God that hurt!' groaned Jessie, glaring at her dripping rapist as I dumped it back into its container. From another container I extracted a hand towel which I had immersed in boiling water. The water had cooled enough for me to touch and I wrung out the hot towel and folded it into a pad which I pressed between Jessie's legs. This soaked up most of the water and helped to relieve the numbness in her flesh that had been inflicted by the ice. In order to give Jessie some time to recover from the ice rape, I started whipping her thighs and pussy with my special whip, striking only hard enough to redden her skin without cutting or bruising her. Jessie played up to the whip with great skill and flair, exaggerating her reactions to the whip just enough to make them clearly visible to the cameras, but without appearing to be acting. After about twenty strokes she looked sufficiently recovered, so I proceeded to the final act. I produced a thick white candle from my bag of tricks and lit it with a match. Using a lighter would have been easier but I thought that the match added a touch of style. I held the candle and burning match in front of the closest camera filling the monitor with the flickering blue and gold of the flames. When I was sure that the wick was burning steadily, I carefully inserted the other end of the candle into Jessie's pussy. The candle was made of a firm, hard wax which melted at a fairly high temperature, unlike the soft, almost creamy wax normally used in 'wax play' videos. The drops from this candle were hot enough to do more that just sting. This also meant that the drops formed more slowly and would not rapidly coat the victim's skin with a dramatic but protective layer of wax. Having made sure that the candle was seated deeply enough not to pop out when Jessie's vaginal muscles contracted, I moved over to stand beside her head. 'Suck my cock' I said, taking a grip on Jessie's hair. Jessie unzipped my pants and carefully extracted my cock from the tangle of my underpants, shirt tails and fly. I had done this routine numerous times with professional actresses as well as amateurs, but this time I felt oddly embarrassed. Jessie must have realised the reason for my hesitation and gave me a wink before taking the head of my dick between her lips. She began sucking and licking with gusto, spurred on by the burning drops of wax trickling down the shaft of the candle to scald the sensitive skin of her pussy and perineum. The bobbing motion of her head also served to jiggle the candle, causing some of the drops of molten wax to splatter her inner thighs, buttocks and even her asshole. I used my grip on Jessie's hair to guide her head as I roughly fucked her mouth, driving my cock deep into her throat. I pumped my cock rapidly in and out of her mouth, making her gag and almost choking her. The desperate motions of her throat felt like a gripping hand around my shaft and I felt my orgasm approaching. I warned Jessie by patting the back of her head with my fingers and then withdrew my cock from her mouth. Pumping my dick with my right hand I said 'Stick out your clit. Pull your pussy lips back. Spread it wide, that's it' Jessie's clit rested on the top side of the candle's shaft but had been spared the sting of the molten wax. With my free hand I prepared for the finale. Jessie continued to kiss and lick at the head of my cock as I masturbated. I continued to jerk my hand up and down the shaft of my cock as I leaned over to pluck the candle from its fleshy socket. As the first tremors of my climax began I flipped the candle over and jammed the flaming tip against Jessie's clit. Jessie's clitoris was bathed in flame for only a split second before it was snuffed out by her flesh, but the tiny puddle of boiling wax at the base of the wick was almost as hot. Jessie screamed in pain as her sensitive clit was seared by the wax, her mouth opening wide. With perfect timing my cum spurted out in a creamy jet, spraying into Jessie's waiting mouth. Grabbing her head with both hands I forced her to endure the agony of her singed clit while I plunged my throbbing organ back into the depths of her throat. Pulling back slightly, I milked the last few drops of sperm onto her lips and face. Sobbing in pain, Jessie managed to lick my cock clean and to give it a final kiss before I pulled away. I hopped across to the camera and zoomed in on her clit, filling the screen with the sight of her sore and reddened bud as I faded the image to blackness. 'Done!' I cried, reaching for the ice bucket. I soaked the hand towel with the icy water that filled the container and gently pressed it over Jessie's pussy. Wiping a drop of cum from the tip of her nose, I gently kissed her lips. 'You were fantastic' I said. 'I know' replied Jessie with a trace of a cheeky grin as she slumped tiredly in the chair. Chapter Eight. I managed to get the video edited and finished on time. The printers said that Jessie's picture looked great on the box and the trenchcoat brigade must have thought so too because the video sold like hotcakes from the moment it hit the shelves. I was even able to pay Mac on time. He shook his head and told me that I had been lucky. I agreed, but unknown to Mac, my luck had a name. She was called Jessie. Jessie was now a Star and a hot property on the porno market. Offers came in from all directions. Most of them were offers of video parts for Jessie. To my amazement, she turned them all down, saying that she wanted our partnership to continue and even hinted that she might consider performing in another video if I could come up with an interesting scene. However, she made it clear that blowjobs were not a part of our business relationship. 'On the other hand, I have been known to indulge in a little recreational fellatio now and then' she said with a grin. The End.