Porn Star (24 page)

“Nazi? What’s a Nazi?” the Schlinkman
asked.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You are wearing
a Nazi uniform and you don’t know what a Nazi is?” Dennis asked.
“You even have a German accent. You look like a poster child
stereotype for what every Nazi looks like.

“We are a commune of like-minded individuals
that live in peace and harmony. Out choice of clothing is
coincidental.”

Dennis sat dumbfounded. “Where is that little
troll dude that we came in with?” he asked.

“He was executed an hour ago and tossed in
the trash,” Schlinkman replied.

“What? Why?” Dennis asked.

“His kind are the sworn enemy of our people.
They hunt us for food and make our

lives a living hell.

“He said you guys were the bad guys.”

“It’s all relative you know. I’m sure to him
we are the bad guys, we did shoot the little fucker and toss him in
the garbage.”

“Which begs the question, what are you going
to do with us?”

“We have decided that Miss Cassidy Rayne is
to put on a live show for the troops. You can join her on stage if
you like, I am assuming you are her sex partner.”

Finding that statement very odd, Dennis got a
bit angry and sternly said, “I have never touched this woman other
than to pose her for a picture. She is a happily married woman with
two kids.”

“How can you take pictures of such a sexual
woman and not fuck her?” Schlickman asked.

“Easy actually, I don’t have three hundred
dollars to pay her, and in some odd way, it would be like fucking
my sister. I’ve seen her naked so many times it doesn’t affect me
anymore. I’m actually surprised when she’s dressed. I think her
natural state is nude.”

“Fine, then you can sit in a cell while she
performs. We have many eager men and women who would love to have
sexual relations with her.”

Cassidy, angry they were discussing her like
she wasn’t there popped up and barked, “Do I get a say in
this?”

Schlinkman smiled and tried to calm her down.
She hadn’t signed his DVD’s yet and he didn’t want her so angry
that she would refuse. “Please, Miss Rayne, will you sigh my
DVD’s?”

“Don’t change the subject Adolf, I’m not
signing anything, and I’m not putting on any live show for the
troops. Not unless you have two grand in that desk drawer.”

“Two thousand dollars? To do what everyone
does naturally? What makes you think you’re worth that kind of
money?”

“Most women are ugly, I am not. I am what
every man wants to fuck. I am the girl that these guys work with,
and will never get. I am their dreams come true.”

“You are so silly girl. There is a reason why
most women refuse to do what you do, it’s called respect. You have
none. These “ugly” women as you put it are not ugly at all. They
are only ugly in your mind as a way to make you feel better about
yourself.”

“You went from Adolf to Freud in less than
five minutes. I know what I know, I didn’t fall off the porn tree
yesterday. I have a huge fan club and make lots of money doing what
I do very well. I know how to please a man. I can suck cock like no
other. I take it in the ass and I let men unload on my face and
tits. Their pathetic wives would never let them do that. Those fat
ugly bitches sit around watching television, eat chocolate and get
fatter and lazier every day. I am thin, I am hot, I am every mans
fantasy.”

“And for that they have to pay $19.99 for a
DVD?” Schlickman asked.

“I can’t come to every man’s house now can I?
I’m sure the fat bitch in charge would feel threatened by me and
kick me out. These gutless men parade around and put up with these
fat bitches in the hope they get laid once a month. With my DVD,
they can get laid every day.”

“You mean with their hand? That is not laid,
that is just as pathetic if you ask me.”

“Then why do you own my DVD’s?” Cassidy asked
like she had just declared check mate.

“My wife is a fat pathetic slug, I agree. And
I would cheat on her in a heartbeat if it were not that her father
is also a very powerful and rich member of the high command. I am
stuck with her and my sexless life, have no choice but to defer to
your DVD’s. If I were caught with another woman, I would be shot on
the spot.”

“Give me three hundred dollars and I’ll blow
you right now under your desk,” Cassidy offered.

Schlickman was shaken by her offer. He
stuttered and stammered and didn’t know how to reply. It was as if
God himself had offered to make his life as happy as he wanted it.
At least for the next ten minutes.

“I don’t pay for sex, but I may take you up
on the blow job.”

“I don’t do freebies, sorry. Three hundred or
nothing. And as far as your live sex show goes, it’s now three
thousand.”

“You do realize we are holding you captive?
You don’t have much to say in this,” Schlickman said leaning over
his desk.

“Shoot me, I don’t care, nobody fucks with
me,” Cassidy replied with pursed lips.

Dennis spoke up, “You have a husband and two
kids to think about. This is about more than just you.”

Cassidy stopped in her tracks now thinking
about her two little kids at home waiting for mom to come home. She
realized that she was fucked and didn’t hold any good cards in this
poker game. She leaned back in her chair defeated and looked up at
the ceiling and sighed.

“The show will be tonight, a special treat
for the troops. I will find you a group of men and women to have
sex with, do you need to rehearse or can you fuck on command?”
Schlickman asked.

“All I need is thirty minutes prior to the
show to go over some details. Get me two guy and three girls and
make sure none of them have any sexually transmitted diseases. I
only work with people who have been tested.”

“We live in the woods, we don’t have a
testing facility. You will have to do with what is available.”

“Then I want condoms.”

“Nobody wants to see condoms, it ruins the
look.”

“You have to give me something,” Cassidy
begged.

“You’re husband and kids will get their
mother back,” Schlickman replied.

“How do I know you won’t shoot me and toss me
in the trash once I’m done? What guarantees do I have?”

“I give you my word you will not be harmed.
As you can see by my collection of your work, I value your talents.
I would never kill anyone I admired so greatly. It would be like
killing DE Vinci after he painted my portrait.”

“Wouldn’t that make your portrait worth
more?” Cassidy asked.

“Don’t argue with me, you will go on stage
tonight, you will have sex with whoever I tell you and you will not
cause my any problems. At any time you stop performing to my
satisfaction, you will be hauled off the stage and punished
severely. Not killed, but taught a lesson.

Cassidy stood on the stage and looked at the
crew they assembled for the show. They had two hours to come up
with a program and “actors” they found were a huge disappointment.
There was two men and two women, all pasty white and out of shape.
The women were way too old for porn and the men looked like they
had no clue why there were up on stage.

“Who has done porn before?” Cassidy asked
raising her hand. Nobody responded, she didn’t think anyone would.
“Does anyone know what porn is?” she asked.

“I do,” one of the men replied.

“What is porn?” Cassidy asked.

“I saw my mom fuck the mailman once, I was
hiding in the closet.”

“How old were you when this happened?”

“Six I think, maybe seven.”

Cassidy spoke up. “Anyone else?” No
response.

“Ok, I have two hours to teach you what to
do,” she said rolling her eyes. “Who wants to go first?” Nobody
raised a hand. “You,” she said pointing to the man who had seen his
mom have sex at six years old. “Come over here.”

The man walked over and stood facing Cassidy.
“What?” he asked looking stupid.

Cassidy unzipped her pants and pulled her
jeans and panties down to her knees. She pointed at her pussy and
asked, “Do you know what to do with this?”

The man looked at her stubble covered pussy
and shrugged his shoulders. “Shave it?” he asked.

“No dumbass, you fuck it,” she replied
rubbing her forehead in frustration.

“Ok,” he said and stood there like a fence
post.

“I want you to try to fuck me, ok?” she
asked.

“Ok,” he said looking her in the eyes.

Cassidy stood waiting. “Well?”

“Well what?” he asked.

“Fuck me!” she shouted.

“Alright,” he said and scratched his nose. “I
really don’t feel comfortable doing this in front of all these
people.”

“In two hours there’s going to be fifty
people, so you better know what you’re doing. We are going to play
this like you are my boss and I’m screwing you for a raise, ok?”
she asked. Now, you got me to pull down my pants, you take if from
here.”

The man reached over and touched Cassidy on
the hip. He smiled at how soft it felt. He looked at Cassidy and
saw how pissed she was getting. He then put his finger on her pussy
and stroked her stubble. He didn’t bother to look back up at her,
he was pretty sure he was doing it wrong.”

“Put your finger inside,” she said.

The man pushed his finger between her pussy
lips and looked up at her smiling.

“Lower, and deeper,” she snapped.

“I can’t, your pants are still on, I can’t
get inside.”

“Then take them the fuck off! How hard is it
to undress a woman? Most me know how to do it by puberty. You act
like you never fingered a woman before.”

“I haven't,” he replied.

“How old are you?” she asked.

“Forty seven.”

“Are you gay?”

“No, I would never do that.”

“Do you like girls?”

“Sure.”

“Why do I think this isn’t going anywhere?
You act like a three year old. Don’t you get horny?”

“Horny?” he asked.

“Do you ever get a boner? Wood? a stiff
dick?”

“Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the
night and my penis is hard.”

“And what do you do with it?”

“I usually go to the bathroom and it goes
away.”

Cassidy shook her head and slipped off her
pants. She stood there naked from the waist down. “Ok, I’m going to
lay on my back and spread my legs, you are going to get hard and
stick your dick in me, got it?” she asked.

“Ok,” he said.

Cassidy dropped down and lay on her back. She
spread her legs and then her pussy. “See that?” she asked pointing
at the hole. The man nodded. “You put your dick in there, get it
hard first.”

“How?”

“I don’t fucking know, rub it.”

“Oh no, masturbation is a sin,” the man
replied.

“Why did they pick you?” she asked letting go
of her pussy. “They are going to fucking kill me because you can’t
do what every man in this universe wants to do.”

“Try him, he might do a better job,” the man
said pointing to his co porn star.

“You,” she said pointing at the other guy.
“Get over here and fuck me, now!”

Without hesitation, the second man dropped
his pants exposing his fourteen inch erect penis. In one swift
motion, he shoved it into Cassidy to her horror. It had been a long
time since she had sex and this guy hurt like hell. She felt like
she was being torn in two. “Ouch!” she yelled. “Slow down!”

By this time it was too late and the man was
ready to shoot his load.

“Not inside me!” Cassidy yelled.

The man, huffing and puffing came to his
climax, pulled out his penis and shot a huge load of white cum up
and down Cassidy’s face and chest. It was like an icecream machine
blew up and scattered cream all over the walls.

“Finally,” Cassidy said rolling over in pain,
holding her crotch and covered in cream. “That hurt like hell. Can
you do that again in two hours?”

The man stood up and wiped his dick off with
his shirt. “I can go again in an hour.”

It was show time and the outdoor stage was
set up with a tall black pole jutting from it’s center for Cassidy
to spin around while she danced. It looked odd, not the brass color
she was used to, it looked like a sewer pipe they found in a supply
room. Her four fellow performers stood along the stage waiting for
their cue surrounded by a large group of spectators sitting on the
grass waiting for the show. It was late enough in the day that they
were about to use spotlights and try to make it look
theatrical.

Cassidy waved to the man in the Nazi uniform
who was running sound signaling him to flip a switch on the ancient
looking jukebox parked up on the corner of the stage. In a few
seconds, the scratchy sounds of a German polka rang out to the
dismay of Cassidy who was already out of her element. She stood
there, a tooth missing, no costume and no heels. She was a fish out
of water.

The crowd was excited, they rarely got a show
and this was a special event. Not many knew what they were in for,
they thought it was a dance show, little did they know what was
coming up. Schlickman had a front row seat and kept a close eye on
Cassidy as she tried to get in the rhythm of the music. The timing
was odd and the instruments sounded like something from a drunken
German Fest celebration. It took her a few moments, but she found
her groove and stepped over to the pole. She grabbed ahold of it
and jumped up trying a spin move. The pole was greasy and she slid
to the ground with a thud. When she stood up her hands were covered
in dark, dirty grease that ran across her tits, belly and legs.
“What the fuck?” she yelled over the music looking down at
Schlickman.