Randi awoke slowly, coming up out of her drowsy fantasy slowly. Whatever
she had been fantasizing about, it had left her excited. 'That's right!' she
thought, today she was going to visit her sister at the university - a trip she
had been looking forward to for months. She rolled out of bed, slipped out of
her red baby-doll negligee, scampered into the shower, and finished her morning
preparations as quickly as possible. Tight jeans and a plaid blouse sufficed for
her get-away. She was taking the day off from school to drive the four hours to
her sister's school and she wanted to get going as soon as possible to make the
weekend as long as possible. She kissed her mom good bye, threw her previously
packed bags into the back of her subcompact, and pointed herself south for the
trek. Along the way she daydreamed about the parties she was going to attend.
There were only two months until her own high school graduation, but she
couldn't wait to be done. She had visited her older sister at the university
before, but always with her mother, and those visits had been dull with hints of
freedom around the edges. Karla, her sister, was now a Junior, and had always
acted quite mature and studious during their visits, but when alone she told of
some of the wildest goings-on at the frat and sorority parties. Randi ached to
see how much truth, if any, there was in the stories she heard. Randi had
applied to the same school, and when her acceptance had come through had decided
not to even apply anywhere else. About an hour into the trip Randi pulled off at
a rest stop alongside the highway, and carried into the Ladies' Room a small
duffel bag. In a stall she slipped off her jeans and blouse, and shimmied into a
short, tight skirt and silk nearly see-through top, going panty-less just for
the sheer thrill of it! At the mirror she applied some more make-up, and within
minutes had gone from being a typically grundgy-looking high school girl to a
hot- looking young woman. Her dark hair hung down her back in loose curls, and
her green eyes glowed with excitement. She was no longer the little sister of a
college co-ed, but was now the *younger* sister, with a shape that effectively
matched her older sister's. The main distinction between the two was that one
was dark of hair and the other blonde, being nearly twins in nearly every other
capacity, from figure to sparkling green eyes. With a smile of wicked delight
she headed back out to her car and onto the highway again. As she tooled down
the highway, some of the feeling of hot anticipation came back to her that she
had been dreaming about in bed. With thoughts of parties and boys going through
her head, she slid her skirt up almost unconsciously until she could rub her
wetness unhampered. With the wind blowing in through the open window, the radio
loudly cranking out the tunes, and her fingers probing her slippery slit, she
headed towards the destination of her imagination. ********** Karla was waiting
for her in the musty sitting room of the old Sorority House with her petite
roommate Gabrielle. Gabby was a Sophomore and had always treated Randi as an
equal, while Karla still held to the old system of being a protective older
sister. They welcomed her heartily, but then stepped back to take in the full
view. Gabby whistled low at the slinky young thing that had once been her
roomie's little sister. Karla hesitated, but nodded begrudging approval. Karla
had a slight sneezing fit, so Gabrielle stepped up to hug her hello and voiced
her approval at Randi's new look. They hauled Randi's bags upstairs as they
shared stories of what had been going on in their lives since they'd last
visited. Gabby slipped in that Randi looked really ready for that night's big
party, but Karla suggested that maybe they'd better talk before Randi could
attend. Up in their small room Gabby and Karla took turns explaining what the
evening would have in store. First, however, they made Randi swear never to tell
a soul about what the plans were. The serious looks on their faces caused
Randi's kidding to cease, and she solemnly agreed to keep her silence. With that
assurance Karla began to explain: "Take a look at this room -- what do you see?"
Randi gazed around, and took in the small room. "I see two beds, dressers, a
few..." "No, not the furniture, dummy, the room itself, the building. What do
you see!?" "Well, it's old. It doesn't smell very good, and the rooms aren't
very big. It's a nice old place, I guess." Karla's blonde locks twirled outward
as she turned her head to look around herself. "Old yes, nice no." Turning back
to Randi she said, "Sigma Epsilon Chi deserves better than this old place. The
other sororities have new buildings that their alums have funded for them, but
since our sisterhood only began twelve years ago we don't have the old geezers
with the big bucks to look out for us. We have to take action ourselves. "We
sent a video to a film production studio of the members of our sorority, and
they chose us out of thirty-some entries to be a part of a movie!" Randi's eyes
lit up and she bubbled, "That's great! And they're going to pay you and you'll
be able to buy a better house, right?" Without waiting for an answer she
wondered aloud, "What kind of movie is it - a beach party movie with surfers, or
a mystery where you die one by one, or one of those horror movies where some
monster slices you up!?" Karla averted her eyes and quietly answered, "I can't
really talk about it much since I haven't been given the details, but they're
going to pay us some big bucks to be in it. The sorority gets paid, and each of
us in it get paid." Randi gushed, "Wow! Have you told mom about this?" "No!"
Karla blurted out. She looked a little scared, and then added, "No, she doesn't
know, and let's not tell her, ok? It could be a real dog and who knows if it'll
ever be released, so let's not tell her until it comes out and we can surprise
her then, 'kay?" Gabby added, "It's only one part of the movie, but they chose a
fraternity from somewhere across state, and we're going to meet them tonight at
this really fancy party at a mansion they've rented here in town. We're going to
meet the guys and audition for the producers." "You mean," Randi asked her,
"that you're going to audition at the party tonight?" "Not exactly," Karla
replied looking up again. "Tonight's party is just to meet these guys and get
acquainted. The auditions are in private *after* the party - just modeling in
front of the producers individually. They don't want everybody, they just want
eight women and eight men. One of the girls chosen will get to have a special
scene with the hotshot star of the show, but everyone else will be in the
movie." Karla interrupted herself with a head-shaking sneeze, her blonde hair
flinging around as she did. "Whew! Damn this cold. Anyway, both the frat and our
sisterhood will get a hundred and fifty grand in payment, and each participant
two thousand, so with real estate prices dropping fast we figure that we can pay
down a bigger place to a reasonable mortgage amount. For just a little more a
month in rent than we all pay, Sigma Epsilon Chi can be living in style!"
Gabrielle, whose grandfather had been Mexican with the rest of her parentage
European, turned her large dark eyes toward Randi and smilingly asked in
conspiratorial tones, "Do you see why you had to come this weekend? This will be
the party of the century since the production company is paying for a first-rate
blowout! We heard that there were over fifty frats that made submissions, so the
guys have to be hunks, right? And they'll be there all for us." Karla added, "I
got permission from the other sisters for you to attend the party tonight. Of
course you won't be auditioning, but they figured since you were coming here
next year and I was the one who had turned in our application for the movie that
they would cut me some slack." Again she turned her head to sneeze. "Gabby, do
you have any of that cold medicine?" Karla headed into the bathroom to get some
aspirin and decongestant. Randi slipped over to Gabrielle's bed to give her a
thank you hug, knowing that it had been she who had pleaded Randi's case to
Karla to allow her to come for the party. Karla had made her intentions clear
that when she was a senior she would be eligible for a single room, and Randi
and Gabby had planned to be roomies the next year. Gabby's return hug was
enthusiastic. She then opened her closet door, and together they began looking
over the assortment of clothes, narrowing down the selections to what they hoped
would be eye-catching choices. ********** Karla went on ahead in her own car and
Randi and Gabrielle went together in Randi's. Randi had reluctantly agreed to
leave at eleven, which was when the auditions were to begin. The two young women
parked in the long driveway leading up to the lake house that was set quite a
distance back from the road. A dozen or so cars were already there, but the
night was warm and they enjoyed the stroll up the brick driveway. Gabrielle had
on a dark green dress that was cut low over her bosom and showed off a good bit
of cleavage. Her hair was pulled back and pinned on the sides revealing her
delicate earlobes and perfectly sculpted neck. Her stiletto heels gave her a
good extra 5 inches of height, but that still only brought her up to about 5'
7". Randi had chosen a slinky lilac dress with spaghetti straps and a short hem,
and underneath it she had added sheer black stockings and a red lace garter
belt. She still was panty-less, enjoying the cool breeze she could feel blowing
up her dress, and she was also bra-less, enjoying the feel of the silky material
on her bared skin. She had added some of Gabrielle's jewellery, also, which gave
a golden glow to her neck and ears, but her most striking features were still
her piercing green eyes. A butler of sorts met them at the door with loud rock
and roll music pouring out from behind him. They signed in, were given name
tags, and a special card for ordering drinks ("there's a 3 drink maximum,
ladies" they were informed). They took their cards and headed into the party
that was already getting pretty energetic. The hallway opened out into a fairly
large ballroom area that had a DJ playing CD's from humongous speakers in the
corner and about two dozen men that looked like they had stepped right out of a
GQ magazine! Most wore tuxes, but a few were in regular suits. Eyes turned
approvingly their way as they entered, and everywhere they looked they saw
smiles spreading. The lights were turned down low, but lasers were playing over
the ceiling and walls. They spied Karla standing near the bar and headed over to
her. Earlier Randi had been in the bathroom still primping when Karla had
finished dressing and left, so it was a bit of a shock to spy her sister. Her
medium-length blonde hair was styled to frame her face in wisps of hair, and her
make-up was subtle but striking. Karla's athletic body was revealed in its full
glory by a tight and short orangey-peach colored gauze dress that hugged her
curves like it almost wasn't there. Her full breasts, rounded bottom, small
waist and long legs all hit the eyes at once, and the effect was stunning. She
wore heels that made her long supple legs seem to go on forever, black sheer
stockings that held themselves in place and stopped just below the short hem
revealing a tantalizing sliver of uncovered skin. Randi had never seen her
sister look so mature, so sophisticated, and so hot! Above the din of the music
Karla asked what they'd have and got their cards punched once each per drink.
Gabrielle and Randi sipped their cocktails, but their attention had turned to
the scrumptious male specimens loitering and dancing in the room. Between songs
they chatted about how great everybody looked, and soon the room was filled with
all the members of both the frat and the sorority. It wasn't long before some
brawny studs made their way up beside them at the bar and asked them to dance.
Both looked like football players, and Randi nearly asked if they were still
wearing their shoulder pads and cups, but held her tongue afraid she might sound
too immature. She certainly didn't look too young, Gabby had assured her, but
she held her tongue so as not to give herself away. They all made their way out
onto the floor, and Randi quickly lost herself in the music, lights, and mood of
the party. She danced with different beefcakey guys for a couple of hours, about
half the time with one particularly cute guy with smiling brown eyes and a great
smile. Her card had maxed out at three drinks, but she felt a slight drifting
sensation throughout the evening. About ten forty-five she realized
simultaneously that there wasn't much time left at the party and that she needed
to find a Ladies' Room. She found her sister surrounded by a circle of men, told
her that she was going to go to the bathroom and then head on home. Karla gave
her a peck on the cheek and a hug, and with a bit of a sad good-bye and thanks
Randi headed out of the ballroom. There were a number of older men wearing
sunglasses and just standing around near the entrance to the ballroom, at the
foot of the stairs, and by the front door. She figured that they were
rent-a-cops hired by the production company. She asked one where the Ladies'
Room was and he directed her to a room at the top of the stairs. She climbed the
ornate staircase and found her way into a marble-filled bathroom. There was a
bidet alongside the modern looking toilet, and gorgeous towels she almost
couldn't bring herself to use after washing up. The sumptuousness of the whole
layout amazed her, and when she left the bathroom she wandered down the hall to
peek into a few of the other rooms instead of back down the stairs. Expensive
cherry furniture filled all the rooms, along with original oil paintings on the
walls, full sets of draperies, and beds that looked like they would hold a whole
family each. She began exploring one of the back rooms and was day- dreaming
about what it would be like to live in such a fantastic house when she heard
voices coming down the hallway towards the room she was in. She quickly stepped
into a walk-in closet about the size of her own bedroom back home, and pulled
the door almost closed so that she could just peek out of the slit left. Two men
and a woman walked into the room and settled into 3 chairs in a semi-circle
facing the main door, Randi hidden in the closet to their side. The bed was
between them and her, and she could just make out what they were saying. The
woman in her early 40's spoke first. "Roger, this looks like one of the best
ideas you've ever had! And so inexpensive, too." She looked like she had been
quite beautiful only a few years ago, and now was still very elegant looking.
The Roger she was talking to looked about 50 and had silver hair. He replied, "I
agree. Not only did this sorority have the best tape of those sent in, but they
put in the lowest bid, too. We'll clear a couple of million easy on this, and to
get a roomful of girls like those I saw downstairs below for a hundred and fifty
grand is peanuts. I was ready to offer about two hundred and fifty for this
group, and my eyes about popped out when I saw their bid." The third person in
the group turned toward the other two and Randi got a good look at him. He had
sandy hair cut short, a firm jaw line, high cheek bones, and sparkling blue
eyes. The sight of him took her breath away, and she barely heard with her ears
what he said, for his looks did plenty of speaking for him. "I don't know about
that part of it, but I saw the blonde you think will be right for the one-on-one
scene, and she is mmm, mmm hot. I haven't seen a tight body like hers in quite
awhile, so if she's any good in front of the lights we should be able to heat
things up." It almost sounded to her like he was talking kinda trashy about her
sister, and she nearly walked out of the closet to confront him about it. She
pressed forward again to hear what they were saying, and soon the three were
discussing different aspects of the movie, when an argument began about whether
or not to do a "money" shot at the end of their scenes. "It's a standard in the
industry," Roger protested. "You have to have that visual climax to the scene to
'prove' the reality." "Absolutely not," the woman replied firmly. "How do you
prove the reality that *women* in the movies are experiencing orgasm? You don't
- it is in the way they act and only in that that you can tell, and Beau here
can act as well as any. If we show some cum dripping off of his limp member
after he withdraws - who would ever question whether or not he blew his wad?"
She winked at the younger man and added, "When he shrinks back down to six
inches the viewers will know that he reached orgasm." It all finally fit
together for Randi and she about passed out there in the darkness. Did Gabby and
Karla know? Did the girls in the sorority? Should she find a way out and warn
them? Some of the looks that her sister and friend had exchanged made her
suspicious that they were not completely naive about the film, but she couldn't
be sure. She hoped that the trio would leave for a minute so that she could
sneak out and confront the two. Was her sister capable of doing something like
having sex in front of a camera? Could the sweet Gabrielle she knew take her
clothes off in front of strangers and allow someone to touch her for money? In
the darkness of the closet with such outrageous and taboo thoughts going through
her mind she was surprised to find herself mildly stimulated, with a warm
moistness beginning to exert itself between her legs. Guiltily she forced such
forbidden feelings out of her mind. The three chatted about some of the try-out
procedures, and finally the older gentleman went to the door and called for the
nearest rent-a-cop. Randi began to hope that they were going to take a break
before beginning, but he called, "We're about to begin our interviewing - you're
sure that the premises are secure?" "Yes sir, Mr. Gunther," she heard a deep
voice say from around the door. "Nothing out of the ordinary has been spotted by
any of my men. The house has been searched with a fine- toothed comb, the
upstairs was checked room by room not more than thirty minutes ago, and no one
else has entered or left the premises for the past hour. You have my word that
everything is covered, and that will include your shoot tomorrow." "Alright
then," Mr. Gunther replied. "Marta, it's all set." "Fine, Roger. You may set-up
now. Do you have your equipment here?" "Yes," he replied. "It's in through the
door there." Randi's heart skipped a couple of beats, and she began to wiggle
back into the hanging clothes, until she heard a door open but realized that it
wasn't the door to the closet she was in. She cautiously moved back toward her
spying spot and looked out to see that Mr. Gunther had opened the door of the
adjacent room which was connected to this one, and was getting out some massive
camera equipment. Within a couple of minutes he had it set up to shoot the area
of the bedroom in front of their chairs. He put up some big lights to shine on
that area as well. Soon all was set, and Marta called out into the hallway that
the first applicant should be sent up. Apparently a similar situation was going
on in another room, casting for the men. A knock was heard at the door, and
Gunther switched off the room lights and turned on the spots before opening the
door. A red-head that Randi recognized as Sylvia sheepishly entered and stood in
the spotlights. She shaded her eyes to try and see her interviewers, but the
lights blocked her vision. Marta and the hunk Beau remained in their chairs
while Mr. Gunther moved back behind the camera. No chair was offered to Sylvia.
Marta asked her her name ("Sylvia"), age ("21"), measurements ("37,25,35"),
asked her to stick out her tongue as far as she could, had her do a slow turn to
show all her curves, bend over into a 90 degree angle and hold it with back
arched, and wrote all of her observations down on a clipboard while Gunther
filmed the red-head's answers and movements. Sylvia was wearing a low-cut
sequined blue party dress with back-crossing straps that made her blazingly red
hair stand out all the more. It curled down and nestled on her chest when she
was standing up straight, and it soon became apparent that where a bra would
have been and hidden the evidence, were only two sharp points giving away her
arousal. Her interviewers had her do a couple of slow 360's so that they could
see all of her, and Randi got a good view of how alluring she looked in the
tight dress. Her ample bosom stood out firmly, and the woman's good posture
added to that effect. Her buttocks were small but well- rounded, and her shy
smile made her look younger than her 21 years. She was average in height, but
her high heels and stockings didn't let her long creamy legs become overshadowed
by her other outstanding characteristics. Gunther must have turned on some
music, and Marta said simply, "Dance," so Sylvia slowly began to move to the
music. She closed her eyes and began to get into the music and soon had her body
rhythmically moving to the beat. She was a good dancer, and from Randi's vantage
point could make out that the hunk in the chair next to Marta had begun to shift
a bit in his seat. In the spotlight Sylvia was giving a good performance when
Marta added another request. "Strip, please," she said in a normal,
business-like voice, and Sylvia barely missed a step as she slid a hand up to
drop one and then the other of her straps. Her dress dropped just a bit, being
held in-place by the tightness of the fabric over her well-formed breasts, but
as she continued to dance the top slowly worked its way down, and dark nipples
with hardened teats pointing up came into view. Sylvia ran her hands up and down
her sides, and she worked her dress slowly down her chest until her ribs and
abdomen were exposed. She licked her fingers and then began pinching her nipples
between thumbs and forefingers as she continued gyrating to the music. Her dress
slipped off and she stood dancing in the light in black hose, garter belt, and a
red G-string. One hand remained caressing and pinching her breasts, but her
other slid down to gently touch her panties. Her dark red bush poked out around
the soft silky fabric and seemed to fill it out also. Just as she began to
caress the fabric there the song began to fade out and came to an end. "Thank
you, that was very nice, and you may stop dancing now. You can get dressed in
the next room, and we'll announce at the end of our interviews who has made the
cut. Before you go, though, please tell us the fantasy you have planned." Sylvia
gave them a description of 2 bikini-clad natives tending a sailor who'd washed
ashore in a shipwreck. After she described the encounter in graphic sexual
detail Marta said, "Thank you," and Gunther opened a door that led to the next
bedroom with its light spilling into the darkened room they were in now. Sylvia
reached down and picked up her blue dress, gave them a little smile and then
scooted into the next room. Randi had seen how easily Sylvia had segued from
dancing to stripping to describing a three-some love scene, and knew then that
the movie's nature was no mystery to those who were auditioning. Then she
recalled that her sister had bragged about being the one who had entered them in
the contest and it became clear that Karla knew exactly what this was all about
- had even engineered it! And Randi was stuck in the closet about to watch 20
young women strip. The image of Sylvia dancing in nearly nothing shifted and her
sister's figure replaced it. She mentally agreed that her sister's body could
better what she had just witnessed, it just was hard for her to imagine that
Karla would do something like this. Then she imagined Gabrielle dancing and
stripping and the warmth between her legs reasserted itself. Slowly, she slid
her hand down and under her skirt to touch her exposed flesh where it parted
beneath a dark bush of hair. A brief conversation had ensued in the room about
impressions and total scores. The average of all three came to an 81, a bit low
by Randi's calculations, but Sylvia had been the first and they were obviously
both pleased with her and leaving room above her score for others if need be.
Marta then called into the hallway for the next interviewee, and soon the entire
procedure repeated itself, but with a young woman this time by the name of
DeeDee. She was black, with short hair, shiny red lipstick, wearing a yellow
nearly see- through long gown. Her body's outline was easily distinguishable
under the bright lights, and when she went into her dance and wiggled out of her
dress Randi could see that what had been hinted at wasn't nearly as good as the
full product. By the fourth applicant Randi's juices were flowing freely in the
dark, and she was liberally sliding her finger in and out of her slit. She was
sure that her musky scent would be detectable out in the room giving her away,
but she decided that it would be worth it. She had to bite her tongue a few
times when the waves of pleasure rolled over her, but she was able to keep quiet
enough to preserve her secret view-spot so that she could continue the longest
masturbation session she had ever had. Blonde followed brunette followed Asian
followed African- American. Randi knew that there were twenty applicants for the
eight openings, but she soon lost count. Each young woman's interview lasted
about five minutes with a brief minute or two of conversation following. Beau
seemed to rate the blonde's higher than the others and Randi felt disappointment
at that, fantasizing about him on top of her pumping away with his reportedly
massive missile. Marta finally announced that there were only two more, and Beau
said, "Ok, bring in the lesbians." Randi knew that she hadn't yet seen either
Gabrielle or her sister, but still was shocked when they entered. Both were
still dressed as she'd seen them earlier, but they came in holding hands. No one
turned out the lights and the two in chairs turned toward them so that it was
more comfortable to talk with the women who now sat on the edge of the bed.
"It's been a good evening, and we owe you our thanks. The women of your sorority
have performed beautifully tonight and while we would like to use them all in
the film," Marta said, "we'll certainly be able to use enough to warrant our
agreed upon price." "I knew that you'd be pleased," Karla beamed. She hugged
Gabrielle to her side and said, "You see, it's going to work after all." Marta
said, "We have only the two of you left to audition, and with your video entry
it is only a formality, but we would like all formalities to be observed. "We
have had the other girls dance and strip, so for your lesbian-scene how about if
you dance and then undress each other? Okay?" The two smiled at each other and
took their places on the floor as the music started. It was a softer, more
blue-jazz song than the others had danced to, and Randi was riveted to the crack
in the doorway as she watched Karla and Gabrielle embrace and do a slow-dance.
Their bodies held close, and Gabby's lower height meant that her breasts nestled
in just below Karla's. As they danced she saw their bodies rubbing against each
other, and she saw how sexy it looked. The younger woman's arms were all over
her sister's tight body, and soon she eased the peachy-orange fabric down
revealing more and more of Karla's skin. They parted some from their close
dance, and while they continued to sway to the music, Karla was tantalizingly
exposed, inch by inch. Her full breasts came into view and Karla raised her arms
up above her head so that Gabrielle could more easily continue to disrobe her.
Her muscular torso led to a lavender and black print thong that allowed full
view of her creamy bottom. Karla stepped out of the dress now at her ankles, and
lowered her arms to perform the same service to her partner. But where Gabrielle
had undressed Karla slowly and gently, the second's style differed greatly.
Gabby turned her back to Karla to have her dress unzipped, but instead the
blonde embraced her from behind and began caressing her breasts through the dark
green fabric. Her caresses became harder until Gabby reached up and stretched
the material down so that one of her breasts could achieve direct contact with
the stimulation. The dress was already tight on her and wouldn't allow the other
breast to go public. Karla unzipped the dress in the back just enough to allow
some breathing room, and quickly the silky fabric dropped enough so that she
could massage both of the dark-haired woman's bosoms. Her back to her friend,
Gabby turned her head to the side, her eyes closed and her mouth open, and Karla
leaned over and kissed her deeply. Gabby's arms stretched backward on both sides
and gripped Karla's buttocks firmly, pulling Karla's crotch tightly in against
her own backside. Karla used one hand to tug the dress harshly down, and when it
was off she spun her younger friend around to face her. Everyone else in the
room could see that she had on the exact same lavender and black lingerie as the
blonde. Randi felt her pussy creaming as she watched Gabrielle being handled so
forcefully. Karla dropped to her knees, and, with a hand on each of Gabrielle's
knees, forced her to stand with her legs apart. She then reached up and had just
begun to slip the small fabric away from her friend's crotch when the music
faded out and the lights came back up. There was a slight sigh of disappointment
from the on-lookers, but whether they had timed it exactly right or it was
complete coincidence, they parted, pulled their clothes back into place and sat
on the edge of the bed for more conversation. Karla gave a big sneeze, looked a
little sheepish, but then piped up, "Okay, you've seen what we have to offer. Is
our bid reasonable?" Marta crossed her legs, gave a small frown and replied,
"Well, Dear, your price is a bit steep for us, but I think we can manage what
you've asked for. All we ask in return is that we have complete cooperation from
your sisters..." (Randi's heart skipped a beat at that, but then realized that
Marta was speaking about Karla's sorority sisters), "...and that they do any and
everything that we ask of them. They're not professionals, so if they get
squeamish or resistant the deal will have to be cancelled. Am I quite clear
about that?" "Oh yes," chimed in Gabrielle. "We've talked about this extensively
at our meetings and we've all agreed to give it our best shot." "Fabulous!"
Gunther enthusiastically added. "These young girls were very photogenic, and I
think I'll be able to get more than enough footage. What did you think, Beau?" A
smile broke out on Beau's handsome face and he said, "Something tells me that
I'll be up for the shoot this weekend." "Can you tell us," Marta asked with a
small frown sent Beau's way, "what the fantasy scene is that you've concocted?"
Karla explained their thoughts for the two of them, and Randi's jaw fell open.
How had her sister come up with such a progressively sexual idea? The details
had her pussy tingling with excitement at the mental images of her sister,
Gabrielle, and the handsome hunk in such exposed positions. "Excellent!" the
three agreed. "Now if you'll excuse us, we must make some final preparations.
You may exit out that door over there," indicating the door to the adjacent
bedroom that all the other girls had left by. Hand in hand Gabby and Karla found
their way out, and then the other three went out into the hallway to look over
other rooms for particular scenes they had in mind. As soon as they were all out
of the room Randi bolted from her hiding place and scooted into the adjacent
bedroom. To her surprise Karla and Gabrielle were still in it. When they saw her
their jaws dropped and were speechless. Randi demanded of her sister an
explanation for what she had been seeing. "You saw us in there?" her older
sister asked incredulously. "I almost got caught sneaking around and I hid in
the closet. I've been in there for nearly two hours!" Randi's green eyes filled
with tears as she asked, "Karla, how come you and Gabby never told me that you
were lovers?" Her feelings of betrayal made her feel very vulnerable, and she
felt even more hurt when her potential roommate burst out laughing. "It's
nothing to laugh at, thank you!" Randi pouted. "I just wish that I'd known that
the roommate I was planning to live with next year is really in love with my
sister!" She glared at the dark-haired young woman, who covered her smile but
couldn't hide her eyes that continued to sparkle with glee. Gabby spoke from
behind her hand, directing her comments to Karla, "So we must have fooled them.
Even your sister was convinced." "You're right, you little vixen. I guess I'm
just a worry-wort when it comes to the amount we're talking about." Turning back
toward her sister, Karla explained, "Little sister, you weren't supposed to
learn about all of this, but since you're here, let me try to enlighten you.
What I told you before was the truth - we just want to make enough money to buy
our own place. I came across this offer in a magazine, and since then we've done
whatever it took to get this chance." Looking Randi in the eyes she spoke very
deliberately, "Gabrielle and I are not lovers and we're not lesbians. We were
acting in there. We knew that porno flicks are filled with lesbian scenes, so we
volunteered to send in a tape of ourselves, and while it wasn't unpleasant work,
that's all it was - a job that we hoped would convince them to hire us. Believe
me, I like my roomie, but I'm not in love with her." "You sure looked like you
wanted to make love to her," Randi replied defensively. "Then that means that we
looked convincing," Gabby added, "but other than doing what we need to do for
this picture, we have no more interest in making love with each other than you
do." Randi looked away guiltily, remembering her jealousy of her sister for
holding and caressing Gabrielle's taut and creamy body. Unbidden, the desire to
hold her friend tightly in her arms and kiss her entire body came back upon her
achingly for a moment. Suppressing those thoughts she turned back toward them
and let a grin of relief cross her formerly pouting lips. A cloud passed over
her face, though, and she asked, "But what about AIDS or VD? Doesn't this whole
idea put you all at risk of killing yourselves?" Gabrielle answered, "It's been
a couple of months leading up to this, and we've all had to have a complete
physical from the doctor the studio chose, including blood tests. They want to
be sure that everyone is as clean as a whistle, and except for Judy, who had
something called clamidea, or chlymoodia, or some kind of V.D. (she'll be okay
they say, but she's out of the running for the movie) - we're all certified and
ready to 'roll'!" "Well, if that's the case, let me tell you what else I heard
while I was hiding in there." She then proceeded to tell them how the threesome
was overjoyed at their lowball bid. "Those rats!" Karla exclaimed. "They had us
thinking that we had almost out priced ourselves. Well, we'll see about that." A
knock on the door brought them back to the situation at hand, and then a man's
voice called through, "Excuse me, but we're shutting down out here. Can you head
downstairs within the next five minutes?" "Sure thing," they called back, and
then made themselves decent. They headed down shortly thereafter without bumping
into anyone official and needing to explain why three young women were heading
downstairs when only two had gone up. Randi stood in the back and made herself
inconspicuous as the lucky girls and guys who had made the cut were announced.
Eight from the sorority and fraternity were named, with 2 standbys from each
added as backups, just in case they were needed. Then the party was over and
everyone filed out and headed for home. ********************* Karla sneezed all
the way home, and about 4 a.m. reluctantly went with Gabrielle to the infirmary.
Randi was awake when Gabby returned an hour later, alone. "It's a severe case of
influenza," the dark-haired girl explained, "and they said she had to stay.
She's contagious and could start spreading it all over campus. Hoo baby, was she
fit to be tied, but the doctor said something about having a legal right to hold
her in her situation." "Oh, no!" Randi sighed, "what about the film? Do you
think she may have given it to the rest of the sorority?" "I doubt it. Most of
us had a flu shot about two months ago when we had to get our physicals, but
Karla said she didn't need one. What about you, did you get one?" "Yeah, my mom
makes me get a shot every winter." Gabrielle plopped down on her bed and kicked
off her sneakers. Laying back and gazing at the ceiling she voiced her fear, "I
guess that does it for our big scene in the movie. I hope they don't take back
too much of the money." Randi asked, "Do you really think they might back out of
the contract?" "I don't know. I do know that they wanted Karla for one of the
big scenes with their male stud star. Apparently he was pretty adamant about
that - but then you'd know better about that than I would." Remembering her time
hiding in the closet the night before Randi added, "Yes, he did say he was 'up'
for doing a scene with her. But what if... Nah, it'd never work." "What
wouldn't, little girl? If you have any ideas, then spit 'em out now!" Gabby
demanded. "Well, it's a crazy thought, and we'd never get away with it, but
people have said that I look a lot like my sister. If I bleached my hair and cut
it shorter, maybe I could take her place?" "But you're a minor! If they ever
found out then the whole project would be called off!" "Yes... but if I don't
the whole thing might be called off anyway, right?" There was a long pause,
then, "Stand up and turn on the light," Gabby directed. "Why?" Randi inquired,
complying at the same time. When the light was on she turned to face the
roommate. "Hmmm. Pull back your hair." Randi used both hands to pull her brown
hair into a ponytail and held it behind her head. "You do look remarkably like
her, just younger. Maybe with some make- up, though, the difference wouldn't be
so noticeable. Take off your clothes and let me see how closely you do resemble
her?" "Right here and now?" Randi shivered. "Yup. They've got her on tape, and
if you don't look enough like her then we're screwed, and I don't mean in a good
way." Randi slowly slid her nightie off and tried to look brave in the harsh
light Gabby turned on her. Under the impersonal scrutiny her nipples began to
tingle and harden. She stood up straighter and that made her breasts seem to
swell. Gabby murmured a few times as she walked around the younger girl
eyeballing her. Goosebumps rose on her skin, but she held her ground and didn't
shrink under the inspection. Finally, just when Randi wasn't sure if she could
stand it any longer she received the verdict. "You can probably pass for her.
She has the hottest body on campus, but yours will probably be even more
fetching in a couple of years. Your breasts are just slightly smaller, but not
noticeably so. You've got the same long legs, muscular physique, and
all-American face. There's just one catch to the whole thing, though." "What's
that?" "Well, assuming that if we color your hair to a passable degree, the
stumbling block I see is that Karla and I have to do a lesbian scene. It's not
that we really are, well, at least she isn't into it so much, but like we told
you last night, we've gotten over our shyness with each other. But what about
you? You've heard what our planned fantasy scene is, could you participate in
such a scene... could you be convincing in making love with me?" "I suppose
so...," Randi murmured, her mind's eye trying to imagine such an encounter. But
her thoughts were interrupted when Gabby said, "Let's find out." "Right now?"
she asked shocked. "Yes, right now! If this scheme has any chance of working we
need to find this out first. Why cut your hair and bleach it if we discover that
you can't go through with it." Peeling her own tight jeans down and off to
expose her silky legs, she added, "C'mon over here when you're ready and let's
see if you're able to make love to a woman." Randi stood frozen for another few
seconds, but finally something in her melted and she dropped her hair, shut off
the light, and slipped into the bed next to the petite woman. The early morning
light peeked around the edges of the shades and gave enough illumination for her
to see Gabrielle's body. She slid further under the covers beside her friend and
felt the smoothness of another's skin tinglingly arousing. Gabrielle had
undressed down to her underwear but stopped there to embrace Randi passionately.
Their lips met in a hot wet kiss, and Randi felt a snaking tongue enter her
mouth and tickle her own. The taste was of roses with a hint of honey, and
Randi's breasts began to swell in response. Their legs intertwined pulling their
crotches together tightly, and one of Gabrielle's hands caressed up and down
Randi's back. Eventually Gabby cupped her buttocks and pulled her into the
embrace even tighter. Gabby broke off the kiss with Randi's lips, but then began
licking and kissing her neck and earlobes. Fire began to heat Randi from the
inside out, and it was hottest in her nipples, which Gabby leaned down to
suckle. When she felt a long-nailed finger slide between her pussy lips her
surprise was not so much that it was happening as much as both at her body's
moist readiness to receive it and her own inner desire for it to occur. She
spread her legs and allowed the finger to slide further up and inside her wet
crevice and as it did she felt her breasts swell even further and harden.
Gabrielle suckled them harder, but it would take a good deal of abuse to
penetrate the haze of pleasure that had enveloped her whole body. The thumb of
the hand with the finger up her now began roaming around near her clitoris, and
Randi unthinkingly arched her back in erotic response. She reached down and
undid the back of Gabrielle's bra and soon her new-found lover's breasts were
brushing against her belly. Gabby's legs moved around so that their two bodies
formed a T-shape. Gabrielle continued to kiss her way down Randi's hardened
body, but as she did she continued to move her own legs up toward Randi's head.
Just as her kisses replaced the thumb working Randi's love button her legs
straddled over Randi's face. The younger girl licked her lips and in the dim
light stared straight into another woman's crotch for the first time, marvelling
at the neatly clipped dark bush, the reddened pussy lips from which a most
tantalizing aroma was exuding, and the pink-brown sphincter muscle at the top.
She didn't hesitate long to look, but gripped the other woman's thighs with both
hands, and lifted her head enough to bring her hungry mouth in contact with the
other's flesh. Her long tongue snaked out and up, in and out, and she
practically drank the juice flowing down. Her own muff was being handled
masterfully and soon she had to stop her own tongue-gymnastics to let the
powerful orgasm shake her from head to toe. A deep-throated squeal escaped her
throat as she shuddered in pleasure! She had seen this comely wench stripping,
kissing, and making the first moves with her sister, and now here she was buried
in her friend's juices with her legs spread above her. The two went at each
other for quite some time. Eventually, however, they fell apart and luxuriated
in the feeling of sensuality and erotic closeness they had shared. Exhausted,
they fell asleep, but confident that they at least had a shot at the picture.
******************* Shortly, though, Gabby was tugging at her to get up. "We've
got lots to do, Lazybones, if we're going to pull this off!" Randi dragged
herself out of the warm coma she had fallen into, but Gabrielle, fresh from the
bath, laid out their plans for the morning. There was the need to cut her hair
and bleach it blonde. For that matter they had a lot of hair they needed to re-color.
They had to choose their wardrobe, do their nails, apply their make-up to
perfection, and still be out to the set by noon. Somewhere in there they needed
a bite to eat, too. Randi headed for the shower while Gabrielle went to get the
necessary supplies. An hour later Randi looked at her shortened locks that were
now stiff from being bleached. She didn't see much change in her appearance, but
her older friend assured her that the transformation was well under way. She
then returned the favor and did Gabby's nails in a satiny pale pink that made
her slim fingers look as elegant as any socialite's. Gabrielle then began doing
her own tresses into something eye-catching, so Randi finished the bleaching
process as carefully as possible, making sure not to let any find its way into
her vaginal slit. She added a diluted bit onto her eyebrows as well. After a
while she took her turn at the mirror and began to style her hair the same way
her sister did, and eventually she was able to approximate the look. She spent
the next half-hour applying base, rouge, eye-liner, mascara, a slick dark-red
lipstick, and then outlined her lips to highlight them even further. Gabby had
hung a teddy, garter and stockings of Karla's on the doorknob, so Randi slipped
them on, feeling their silky smoothness on her skin. She ran her hands up and
down her torso and felt sexy in such underthings. She stepped back into the now
morning-lit room and a gasp escaped from Gabrielle's throat. She was still
getting dressed, but stopped in the middle of sliding a dark stocking up her leg
and gaped at the blonde standing in the doorway. The vision in the doorway
looked amazingly like Karla, but with an added subtle dose of innocence and
taboo mixed in. She began to feel that they just might get away with their ruse
- Randi looked enough like her sister to pass most casual inspections, and those
inspections, if they included her sexy body, should distract them enough to not
notice her face as much. They finished dressing, grabbed a couple of bagels from
the mini-fridge in the room, and headed out toward the mansion.
************************** The house was abuzz with activity and soon both were
swept up into the organized chaos of the set. They were whisked by make-up
people into a room of co-eds and actresses and their faces, nails, and hair-do's
either done or re-done according to the script. Their bodies were brushed with a
thin coating of powder "to reduce glare" and their body hair was trimmed or
shaved depending on which area was being done. The older woman doing the shaving
gave Randi a little scowl when she detected dark hairs here and there that
didn't match her blonde tresses, but didn't say a word. Then they were hustled
over to wardrobe and a flurry of activity occurred so that they barely had time
to think. Girls were receiving body-paint here, trying on various costumes
there, and the two of them had to try on a number of outfits and lingerie.
Finally, Gabrielle in an elegant evening gown with skimpy underthings beneath,
and Randi in full French- maid regalia, had a moment to catch their breath.
Randi no longer looked anything like the young high school girl she was, but
like a very sexy housekeeper alongside her dark-haired and sophisticated young
socialite friend. After a short rest they were directed into the main ballroom
from the night before, but now the scene was very different. Couches and chairs
were clustered in the middle of the room and around the walls were four sets,
ready for filming with lights, backdrops, and suspended mikes. A half a dozen
girls were sent upstairs, some in tight jeans, one wearing a ballerina outfit
and shoes, and another in a see-through babydoll nightgown. They noticed some of
the frat guys going upstairs as well, but then some of the night before's hunks
entered the room and their attention was firmly tuned in there. Three of them
sauntered in, looking oh so beefy and handsome, one in jeans, and two in suits.
But then the young actor Beau from the auditioning room entered in a black tux
and his gorgeousness overshadowed the three frat guys by a magnitude of degree.
Then the rest of the sorority girls made their way in a bit tentatively, and
Randi could see why. Two wore tight revealing body suits that had been painted
with stripes. On their head they had on some small cat ears on a headband, face
paint, and cat tails attached to their posteriors. Two more wore airline
stewardess' uniforms, and the last two wore cowgirl outfits. Randi wondered what
the day held in store for them all, and knew that whatever it was, it would be
entertaining. The downstairs director then came out as everyone settled into a
chair or couch. He explained the premise for their scenes in the movie. The
"plot" of the movie until this day's shoot has followed the adventures of a
fraternity brother (Beau) who has gotten around on campus (a young prof and he
in a Science classroom, a couple of pizza delivery girls in his room joined
afterward by some of his roommates, etc.). The current situation is that his
frat and a cooperative sorority help each other with their rush activities. The
shooting upstairs is where the sorority sisters will test the young frat
pledges, and downstairs the frat brothers will help the aspiring female pledges
in their quest for sisterhood. The "sisterhood test" for this particular
sorority is to play out an encounter with a frat brother, and do so as
convincingly as possible. The sorority sister leadership will be looking on and
judging their performances, and will be scored and voted on by the membership
after a concluding free-for-all romp after each pledge pair has taken their
test. Four scenes of female pledge pairs will occur downstairs while four scenes
of male pledge pairs goes on upstairs. When the shooting is concluded for all
eight scenes everyone will be brought together for a final orgy scene.
Homosexual acts are highly recommended in the scenes except for those previously
designated not to have them. Kinkiness, swearing, and self- pleasuring are
solely up to each individual, but again, any and everything to make this a
hotter movie is encouraged. Should anyone decide to back out of what they are
requested to do for the film may do so as long as there are substitutes, but
those individuals won't receive salary payments. As long as both organizations
supply the correct number of participants each will receive its organizational
payment. With no questions from those assembled, the director gestured for the
two girls dressed as cats to head for the living room scene set up against the
east wall. He talked with them over there for about five minutes, and Randi
could see them nodding and making brief comments now and then. He then pointed
to the frat brother with blonde hair, a couple day's dark facial growth, and
wide shoulders. He went and sat on the sofa next to the director and heard his
part. Eventually he moved off of the set, the director moved back out of camera
view, two cameramen and a camerawoman took their places, quiet was called for
and the lights in the ballroom dimmed down to nothing. Then lights were called
for and colored lights washed the scene. The director called "Action!" and the
filming began. Randi didn't know the girls' names, so thought of them as Tabby
and Siamese. The Tabby's body suit and skin were painted in various patches, and
her red hair was teased out into a mane like a lion's. She stretched out on the
couch in a slow cat-like yawn and Randi could see that the back of the body suit
was thong-style, exposing a pair of curvaceous buns. Her fingers ended in super
long nails, her face had been painted with whiskers, and then Randi noticed
Tabby's long tongue. This scene must have been why each girl had been asked to
stick her tongue out during rehearsal! Tabby began licking herself with her
incredibly long tongue, making leisurely strokes up and down her arms. She moved
with smooth grace and let her pink slick tongue glide up and down herself. Randi
moved her attention to the Siamese over in a chair. She was Asian beneath her
gray make-up, and the impression given was of a small Siamese cat. Her black
hair fell down past her shoulders, which were exposed above the maillot top she
wore. Her bottom was a gray bikini that was barely noticeable beneath the body
make-up, but which kept a cat tail attached to her backside. Her gray furry ears
poked up out of her dark hair, and she too exhibited an astoundingly long tongue
which she began to use on herself. She quickly moved from her arms to her long
legs (which she uncurled to full effect) to her pert breasts. She cupped them up
towards her mouth, and let her snaky tongue flick over the fabric holding them
back. Randi noticed that Tabby was also tonguing her larger breasts with the
help of one hand, but her other hand had one of her claws pressing into her
crotch and rubbing there up and down. Tabby rolled over onto her back and let
both her hands slide into her pubic area and begin rubbing herself to greater
heights of excitement. Her back arched, pushing her swollen breasts straight up
into the air, and she began tossing her head back and forth. She was stretched
out fully on the couch when Siamese hopped down from her chair to pad across the
room/set to try and crawl up onto the couch also. With a hiss Tabby swung her
claws at the gray cat and went back to her self-pleasuring. Siamese, though,
wanted some or all of the couch for herself so reached up and got a paw-full of
red hair. Within seconds a full cat fight was under way, and it didn't take long
for the two of them to rip the fabric off of each other's bodies. The body-paint
had been applied under their outfits as well, so there were no pink splotches of
skin exposed in the melee. Just as their wrestling and scratching got intense, a
male voice from off-scene called, "Hellooo! Little kitties, your daddy is home,"
and the frat brother they'd seen earlier came in to witness the scuffle. He
pulled them apart holding onto their necks and scolded them. "Bad cats! What do
you think you're doing? Now calm down and stop that." He began stroking their
hair with petting motions and then sat the Siamese on the couch and walked the
Tabby over to the chair. "Now sit there and cool off." He sat apart from the
Siamese on the couch and began to undress. "It's been a long day, and there's
nothing like coming home to a little pussy." Tabby sulked on the chair, but
Siamese sidled up close and watched him intently. By the time he got down to his
briefs his broad chest was viewable, and Siamese was lightly scratching the side
of his firm bicep. He slipped his bikini underwear off since it looked like it
would have had trouble holding his manhood in anyway. He turned to the Asian cat
and told her he wanted a tongue bath. Siamese was quite willing, and purringly
licked his neck, shoulders, and nipples. He leaned back as she started licking
her way down his belly, nipping at his hands and arms, and then he turned over
to lay on his belly. She then gave his back a wet bath with her long tongue and
worked her way down to the small of his back. She skipped on down to his toes
and feet and began progressing her way back up. Her tongue strokes were long and
wet. She kissed and nibbled his firm buttocks when she reached there, and even
had him spread his legs and tongued his anus a few times. Soft moans were now
escaping from him, and the Tabby had ceased her sulking to see what her rival
was up to. Tabby's nipples were erect on her firm breasts, and she reached up to
unconsciously stroke them lightly as she watched. Siamese clawed at his hip to
try and turn him over, and soon he gave in to her insistence. His prick was hard
and red, and Siamese didn't waste time beginning her tongue ministrations on it.
She held his hairy balls in her one long-clawed hand, and ran the nails of her
other hand up and down his shaft as she licked him enthusiastically. His eyes
were closed and he murmured, "Nice pussy, good pussy," over and over. He reached
a hand down to stroke her black hair as first her tongue tickled the tip of his
cock and then she opened wide and took him deeply into her mouth. His body
tensed for a second at this pleasurable move, and then he relaxed back as her
hand and mouth moved slowly up and down his hardened poker. Tabby now could no
longer just watch, so she crawled down and padded across the floor on all fours.
The man's one hand stroked the Siamese' hair, but his other arm hung off the
couch, so she began licking his hand. Moving her tongue up and down between his
fingers got him to smile down at her and she knew that she was back in his good
graces. She hopped up onto the couch at his head, got on her knees, spread her
legs apart and scooted down so that she straddled his face. He pulled a pillow
up under his head to elevate himself, and reached up with his free hand to touch
her between the legs. The first gentle touch sent a visible shiver through her
body. She began massaging her full breasts and didn't need to look to tell the
difference between his probing fingers and the tongue that now began to excite
her. The Asian cat now left off her tonguing and crawled up so that she could
straddle his crotch. Her own smaller breasts also sported pointy nipples, but
she used her hands to guide his meat up between her lithe legs until she could
get the head into her cunt. As soon as it was in just firm enough to stay in
place she held herself there, facing the Tabby, and with a grin of satisfaction
slowly lowered herself down onto him. The Tabby just smiled back without
jealousy. She was receiving plenty of attention and stimulation from the man.
Tabby then uncharacteristically reached out her paw and lightly touched one of
the Siamese' erect nipples. The smaller cat hadn't been watching, and reacted by
grabbing the arm at the wrist, but then she saw what the Tabby had been doing
and pulled the hand closer so that the whole hand made contact with her breast.
Still moving up and down on the cock between her parted legs, she closed her
eyes and let the other pussy's hand massage and pinch her swollen tit. An orgasm
swelled up from inside her and she let out a loud cat-like moan that lasted a
long time. She increased the tempo of her humping until she was practically
bouncing up and down. She could feel him thrusting as best he could, but she was
controlling the pace for the most part. She leaned forward to brace herself on
the Tabby who allowed her to do so. The red-haired cat was also twitching and
moving over top of the eager mouth and tongue that were lapping her with
abandon. Her juices were flowing quite strongly, and she could tell that he had
to stop every now and then to swallow. His tongue circled and flicked her clit
alternately, and shortly after her fellow feline verbalized her pleasure she did
too. The couch held firm as the Siamese bounced up and down on his hardness
until he reached down to grab her ass with both hands and hold her steady as his
hips pushed upward insistently and regularly. She didn't want to stop, but could
feel his cock pulsing inside her and concluded that stopping was worth it.
Another wave of pleasure hit her, and she nearly gasped in pain as the Tabby
must have hit a high point too, for her hand squeezed hard on the breast she
held. The two women's heads now rested on each other's shoulders, and when they
opened their eyes they looked right into the face of the other. The Tabby
purrrrred, and the Siamese licked her lips, and they just naturally moved closer
for a kiss. Still in the shape of a triangle, the three eased down from their
climactic adventure with deep-throated kisses and hugs. The two cats broke their
encounter and allowed the man up from beneath them. He obviously hadn't seen
them kissing or caressing each other, and said, "Now I'm going to go get a
shower and my dinner. I don't want you Pussies fighting while I'm out of the
room. Understand?" They nodded meekly. "Okay then. You've been very good
Pussies, so why don't you make up and be friends. When I come back I want to see
you cooperating and friendly, alright?" Again they nodded, heads down. The Tabby
leaned over and gave the Siamese a soft kiss on the cheek, and the man gave them
a smile. "That's it -- kiss and make up. I'll be back soon," and headed off
stage. The Siamese looked over at the Tabby, who smiled back. She then leaned
over and gave the Tabby a kiss like she had just received, but the red head
turned her head at the last second to catch it on her mouth. They embraced, and
it was obvious to see that the love-making session they had just participated in
hadn't sated their desires, and as the lights dimmed out they had just moved
into a sixty- nine position on the couch. "Cut!" the director yelled, and the
cameras stopped whirring, but the two on the couch didn't stop their acting.
Everyone had to wait for them to finish the scene they'd started, and after
about five minutes of bringing each other to multiple orgasms they looked up and
saw everyone staring at them. They apologized, which everyone took with a laugh,
and they headed, hand in hand, back to the dressing room.
************************** Randi was ready for a breather, but the crew moved
quickly to the second set and called for the participants to take their places.
The scene was a bedroom in a house in the West, with riding gear hanging on the
wooden walls of the set, a four- poster bed with an old-fashioned patchwork
quilt on top. The director conversed with the two sorority sisters and the one
frat brother. There was some pointing about places, some props were brought in
and tucked under the bed (Randi couldn't quite catch what they were). Quiet was
called for, and soon the action began. One of the girls ushered the young man
into the bedroom with the cameras rolling. Grant was the young man's name, and
he was dressed in jeans, a white shirt with a full pocket protector, glasses
with horn-rimmed frames, and his sandy blonde hair combed back. The young woman,
Shauna, was quite full-busted in her sleek black silk evening gown with its
spangles highlighting the low neckline. She tossed her long blonde curls back
over her shoulder, and her moist red lips wore a sexy, knowing smile. The talk,
as they sat next to each other on the bed, began with him telling his name,
"Sam," and explaining that he'd been at his bachelor's party and the guys had
gotten him a little tipsy and brought him to this chicken ranch for one of their
"smooth horseshoe" specials, whatever that was. She explained that it was what
this establishment was famous for, and had his friends put up for a single or a
double? A double, he assured her, but with a nervous laugh confessed that he
knew nothing about any of it. That was okay, she said, just leave it all to her.
She reached a delicate hand with long painted nails and asked for him to remove
his shirt. He stood and did as she requ
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