Chapter 9

The week passed by really fast since the only thing in my mind was the thought that anytime now my film would be developed by the grad student. I kept on wondering what his reaction would be when he saw what kind of movie I'd made.

I still worked nights at the theater, and maybe it was my attitude or something, but I didn't have much action in the projection booth. My mind was too preoccupied. Except once, in the middle of the week, when Mr. Brent came in for a quick fuck. During the middle of Suzy's First Kiss, he pulled me to the floor, stripped my clothes off, and then wailed away at my cunt. It wasn't even exciting for me. His puffing, sweating body, and his slippery cock didn't even cause a flutter. When he emptied his jism into me, I felt kind of uncomfortable, and

I looked forward to the day when I wouldn't have to work here any more.

"Mr. Brent," I said as he was pulling up his pants. ....... I was wondering if you could do me a favor..."

"Yeah, what is it?"

"Can you introduce me to the distributor that supplies you with all these films?"

"Going into the fuck business, huh? I thought you would. You got the stuff it takes. And since you been good to me, why not.. ." He finished dressing and tucked in his shirt. "I'll set up a meeting Monday night-tell him to drop off next month's films right here. And then you can conduct your business."

"Thanks, Mr. Brent," I said. "Thanks a lot."

He laughed and left the projection room.

Finally Friday came around and I went over to the Communications Building to see the grad student. He was wearing the same clothes as he had on before, and thick black shades still covered his eyes.

"The film's all developed," he said. "All three of them. Man, I just have to say it left me speechless. That's quite a body you have. It also left me kind of hungry for your specialty. Know what I mean?"

"Yeah," I laughed, and was willing to do anything as long as I got the films.

"There won't be any charge for developing the film. I figure you can pay me in other ways."

"Oh, yeah, and what's that?" I asked.

"Came back here after school gets out and I'll show you."

When I came back around five o'clock, he was waiting for me. "The films are ready," he said. "And so am I."

He locked the door of the room, pulled down the shade, and right away he dropped his pants. Next he came over to me, bare from the waist down, and wrapped his arms around my hips. I was wearing a pair of tight faded jeans and a red pullover top, which he pulled over my shoulders so I stood before him with my bare tits hanging out. His mouth went to my nipples and he pressed his cock against my jeans. It was long, hard, and ready.

Gradually he pushed me down to the floor. My knees were hurting from the tiled floor, but he soon took my mind off that by thrusting his cock in my mouth.

"Do it just like in the movie, Laura. Suck it good."

I fastened my mouth around his cock and blew him real soft and gentle, so it would be slow, and he'd know it was a reward. He pulled it out of my mouth again and again, trying to hold back. And then, after a minute or so my lips would spread wide as he slid it across my tongue and into my throat.

Then he started fucking my mouth real fast, and his hands grabbed my head. He pushed his cock way into me and kept it pressed rigid against the back of my throat as his jizz burst into my mouth, steady bitter-tasting flow spurting down me. But I swallowed it and he rocked my head back and forth, just pouring the cock-cream into me until I sucked every last drop.

He got dressed, handed me the films, and wished me luck.

"Laura," he said. "Anytime you want something developed, just let me know. Say what's your address anyway?"

I gave him my address and told him to come over anytime he felt like it. He'd be a handy partner.

"I will," he said. "You can count on it."

I'd probably be seeing a lot more of him in the future, I thought. And I'd be tasting a lot more of him, too.

I went home armed with the films and spent the night watching them. They came out better than I expected, and the best one was the one that showed me blowing Bob add his friends one after the other. And the cum-shots on the other film where the three of us girls blew Alvin at the same time was great. I had a good product. All I had to do was make up subtitles for them. I'd probably be seeing the grad student sooner than I thought so he could put the subtitles in. It was something to look forward to.

Since I was all alone, I took off my clothes while I watched the movies on the wall. I sat on the couch and masturbated, watching myself getting fucked on the screen. I worked it so I came at the same time as my image did on the screen. What a mind-fuck!

I had it made, I thought. Monday night I would make a deal with the distributor, and then I'd be on my way in the business. Things were finally looking up... and I was proud of myself. How many other nineteen-year-old chicks could get this far? Not many. There aren't too many of us around. And Monday I would have my foot in the door, well on my way to being a legitimate actress. Maybe legitimate. Whatever I had to do I would do.

Monday finally came around and I went through all my classes in a daze, not even listening to anybody. Tonight was going to be the moment of truth.

That night at the theater I spent a lot of time wondering what the distributor looked like. His name was Jack Chimek and for some reason it conjured up visions of a grouchy old businessman, probably mean, fat and impatient. The more I thought about it the more waffled I got.

During the last half-hour of Suzy's First Kiss he showed up. I was sitting in a chair near the projector, half watching the film, half deciding how to act-cool and professional-when I heard the door to the projection booth open up. I jumped out of my seat, my heart beating like crazy...and I saw a young man no more than twenty-five come walking into the room.

He was dressed real mod, wearing a double-breasted, blue pin-stripe suit and a fancy bow-tie. He looked like he just stepped out of an Edwardian movie. He was almost six feet tall, husky and handsome. His hair was brown and wavy, all the way down to his shoulders. He smiled at me, showing a sparkling set of perfectly even teeth . . . and he wasn't anything at all like what I expected. Right before me was one of the nicest-looking men I'd ever seen.

"Hello," he said, clasping his hands in front of him. "You must be Laura. Brent tells me you want to see me about something."

"That's right," I said. "There's a movie I made and it's really good. I want you to see it. . . and maybe.. ." My words came tumbling out faster than I could think and I just blasted him with a bunch of nonsense.

"Slow down, baby," he said. "Just relax. We've got plenty of time. So you made a movie, huh? Is it good?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah, it's different."

"What's it called?"

"Uh... I don't know," I said. "I haven't named it yet. I thought I'd leave that up to you."

"All right," he said. "Tell you what. I really don't have much time, but I'll take a look at your film. What, time does this place close?"

"In about half an hour.

"Okay, I have to talk with Brent for a while, and then I'll come back up here when the theater closes. Then, baby, we can get down to business."

He looked me over. I was wearing a skin-tight knit top, light-blue, that came up to my neck. His eyes explored every inch of my curves so openly that I started to blush. And he took in my legs, encased in blue nylon pantyhose.

He lingered at the door, smiled, and said, "Yeah, we'll talk later."

I tried to calm down after he left, but I couldn't. All along I had been sure I had it made, sure that I was tough enough to go all the way. But my first encounter with an important contact and I was blowing it. I had to calm down.

The half-hour passed really fast. I turned off the reels and waited for the customers to leave the theater. Then I set up my movie on the reel and just waited.

He came in carrying a bottle of wine, and a cigarette was dangling from the corner of his mouth.

"Okay, Laura, let's see what you've got," he said, and pulled up a chair on the other side of the projector.

I dimmed the house lights and turned on the film. It splashed across the Screen. There was the opening scene where they all sat around playing chess.

"What's this?" he said. "An educational film?" Then he laughed.

"Don't worry," I said. "The action starts any second."

He showed no reaction at all as the movie got into the hot sections where Cheryl blew Alvin for the first cum-shot. He acted like he was watching the evening news. Not one emotion showed on his face.

I didn't know what to do. I was expecting him to start getting excited or something, but he didn't. Even when we got to the scene on the couch where we all fucked away in various combinations, he acted bored.

Finally, when he saw the cum-shot where the three of us girls blew Alvin, he said, "Nice.

that's good. I like that."

And then he went back to his silent vigil. I never saw anyone so serious as he was when he watched a skin flick. He just sat there drinking his wine, passing it to me, then watching the screen again. He lit a cigarette and sighed. Suddenly I had a worried feeling that I wasn't going to make it.

I changed the reel and showed the second half, where the action took place in the bedroom. He seemed more bored than before.

When it ended, he got up and said, "Is that it? And what about the sound? See, Laura, we get films like this all the time. Hundreds of them! And to tell you the truth, we just don't make any money on them."

"Wait a second," I said. "I've got another film here, just to show you what I can do."

I put the other reel on, the one that showed me sucking off Bob and his friends. He got up and walked behind me, acting real restless. Soon he was right behind me, leaning against my shoulders. When his hands lifted my skirt, I didn't say anything. After all, I expected I'd have to do something like this.

Onscreen I was blowing Bob, and off screen Jack's fingers peeled my pantyhose down to my knees. I heard a zipper and then I felt a really long prick slide between my legs.

"You really want to make it in the business, don't you, Laura? I can tell."

He acted like we were just discussing the weather as he slid his cock between my legs, rubbing the bottom of my cunt. His hands came up under my top and fastened onto my tits. He lifted them and played with my nipples. Meanwhile he picked up the pace with his cock. I felt a warm slippery hardness moving in and out of my legs.

"There are certain procedures to be followed when one wants to get a break, you know," he said.

On the screen Bob was fucking my mouth really fast and I had a memory of his cum splashing in my throat.

"Interesting technique you have there," lack said, leaning his head on my shoulder and looking straight at the film. "Real good technique. Why don't you give me a demonstration?"

He lifted my top completely off me and bobbled my tits with his hands. Then he turned me around without looking at my face. His eyes were still glued to the screen. He put his hands on my shoulders and slowly pushed me down until my face was even with his dong. On the way down his cock rubbed against my stomach and my tits, sticking out at an angle. His hands went to my head, tilted it, and pushed my lips onto his prick.

"That's it . . . slide your tongue around it. Good . . now suck it a little, nibble the head of my cock. Good, Laura, real good. Maybe we can use you after all."

His tone of voice didn't change at all, even when he moved his hips back and forth so his cock would slide all the way out of my mouth, then back into my throat where he wiggled it around. Eventually his pace picked up and his prick roared in and out of my mouth. I slurped away at it as he pushed my head closer and then kept his cock in my mouth completely, jerking my head back and forth.

"Good technique," he said.

His legs started to get hard and his prick swelled. Still holding my head perfectly still, he shot a warm, sweet load of cum into my mouth. It spattered against the back of my mouth, then went down. When his cum stopped flowing, and just came out in dribbles, he pulled his prick out of my mouth.

"Very good, Laura. Damn good. But I don't know if we can use the movie."

His cum was still in my mouth and I was still swallowing it when he backed away from me and zipped up his pants.

"Of course," he said, "this is all out of my hands. I don't make the final decision. That's all up to my boss. But I can recommend you."

I put my top back on and glared at him.

"Well, I have to be going," he said. "It was a pleasure meeting you, and I do mean a pleasure." He patted his cock with his hand and started to leave. I caught his arm at the door and begged him. "What about my movie?" I said. "Please help me put a lot of time into it.. ."

He looked annoyed but then said, "Okay, I'll help you out, Laura. My boss' name is Paul Maitlin. You can see him personally. Just bring your films, and I'll tell him all about you."

He gave me his boss' number and left me there. Tears came to my eyes when I realized what I still had to go through. My trip up the ladder had just begun.

I packed up my films and left the theater, dejected and disappointed at the way he'd used me. So mechanical and businesslike, the way he made me give him a blow-job, not even looking at me.

I fell asleep as soon as I got home, hoping to escape to a place of dreams, a place that would help me forget all about my troubles. But instead I had nightmares where I was passed around in a darkened room from one man to another, and every one of them made me suck him off while I wore a black mask over my face.

In the morning I woke up with a feeling of relief flowing over me, glad to escape the unreal landscape of my dream. But then, I thought, maybe it wasn't so unreal would have to do just like in the dream to get anywhere in the business. It looked like quite a long haul before I ever reached stardom.

There were still a couple of things in my favor, though. I was still young and attractive, and still hungry for far-out sex, something I'd probably be getting a lot of in the near future. But I knew I would make it. I just had a feeling. I'd gone so far now that nothing was going to stop me..