Picking and Choosing
Chapter 11
Things did not look very good for team Piggy. Losing the gym deal had
put a severe crimp in my plans. First of all it cut off the money supply that
was vital if I was to get Piggy turned into the type of babe that could make it
in the world of porn. Second it put the brakes to Piggy's new exercise regimen
that was just beginning to pay some serious dividends, as well as acting as a
motivating force for her to continue getting into the kind of shape that she
needed to be in before even considering some serious plastic surgery. I was
down, as low as I can ever remember. I seemed to be hemmed in on all sides by
forces that I could not control or deal with satisfactorily. That's when Mr.
Benjamin contacted me with a deal that gave me pause. His real name was never
revealed, but I liked the fact that his moniker reminded me of money, fairly
large sums of money.
It turned out he had a friend who had a friend who was a big fan of Miss
Goodbody and had expressed a great deal of dismay about her abrupt departure
from the Slim Jim Gym premises. It just so happened that Mr. Benjamin, who was
well connected to all the right people, was developing a plan to significantly
enhance the income of a certain segment of the porn industry, namely the stuff
being made south of the border. He envisioned a sort of porn enclave located
right across the border from the US. Not only would it be capable of cranking
out product featuring local talent as well as visiting guest workers from the US
and other foreign countries, it would also have the capability to edit and
produce the tapes or CDs before they made their way across the border. The
transportation was to be handled by the same shadowy organization reponsible for
most of the smuggling of Mexican and Latin American families across the border,
as well as moving vast quantities of illegal drugs into the US.
He had run the numbers for his backers and they were rather impressed by
his bottom line that promised a finished, professionally shot and manufactured
product that would under-cut the current market price by some fifty percent and
still show a handsome profit. What made it most attractive was that his product
would force the majority of the existing US porn industry to go out of business.
Then to add a little something extra that no US company could compete with, he
was planning on producing a special line of what he called ultrablue CDs. This
is where Piggy, or perhaps I should say Miss Goodbody came in. She was to be the
prototype for the type of talent that would be used in the ultrablue
productions. You talk about being in on the ground floor of something; this was
it!
I'll give this guy credit for doing his homework. He had a marketing
study done that showed the average porn addict had no particular loyalty to any
star or production company. In most cases the addict could care less about plot
or dialogue. In fact they were considered to be handicaps to a successful
product.These folk were price conscious, a critical factor in the decision to
take this new approach to doing porn. The addict did care about fresh meat or
talent who were capable of doing what the old faces were doing without any
breaking-in period. Most importantly the addict wanted more than what the US
companies dared to provide for fear of legal assaults from the local government
or worse still, the Feds. Since Mr. Benjamin's organization was based entirely
in Mexico, the odds of any serious problems occurring were minimized provided
the public didn't have it's nose rubbed in it. This is where the ultrablue line
came in.
My first question to him was fairly obvious. With all the talent
available close to the border, why bother going with an unknown like Miss
Goodbody? Why not just use the pros that would be happy as clams at high tide to
do ths kind of stuff and not have to pay taxes on the money they received. That
was the hooker he told me. There were two problems; they were so well known that
they couldn't shelter their overseas money from the tax man, and two, they would
be open to legal harrassment for their appearance in a CD that overstepped local
standards for obscenity, or some such nonsense. The bottom line was that unknown
American amateurs such as Miss Goodbody and talent from other countries, that
would choose not to work in the US at the same time, would provide the backbone
of this line. Naturally since it was oriented to the US a certain fraction had
to be able to at least understand English. I became convinced that this guy knew
what he was doing and so I signed up to provide the services of Miss Goodbody in
this new endeavor. If this kind of way of doing business was popular with the
big US corporations, the whales of industry, it was good enough for this minnow.
Naturally there was cause for celebration when I broke the news to my
budding off-shore porn star-to-be. Miss Goodbody spent the better part of the
evening making sure that every drop of sperm that I manufactured was ingested by
her vacuuming mouth. She also made sure that my cock stayed buried in her tight
asshole whenever it showed any signs of rigidity. What made that so great was
that she would do nearly all the work, bouncing that big plump ass up and down
and only stopping when I informed her that an impending delivery of sperm was
about to occur. Then she would hop off and exchange places, substituting her
warm, wet mouth for that warm, wet tunnel of flesh that had been wrapped around
my joint previously. Man it was a night to remember.
On the other hand there were problems with my buddy, Ralph, who accused
me of acing him out with Mr. Benjamin. I suggested that he talk to the man if he
had a problem with the deal we had struck. Ralph proved to be a reluctant
dragon. He did however claim that Miss Goodbody should, in the interests of fair
play, agree to a little get-together over at his apartment in the very near
future. As luck would have it, the night in question that Ralph was seeing how
many times he could cum in Peggy's asshole, her ex-roommate, Ginny, paid me a
visit.
She was most contrite and since I was still on my high from the deal
with Mr. Benjamin I was rather magnanimous and did not add some new bruises to
the ones she already had picked up since her departure from my apartment that
evening when she got caught with her hand in the cookie jar, so to speak. I let
myself be talked into a blowjob as her way of saying she was sorry for what
she'd done. She stripped to her bra and panties and got down on her knees while
I settled back in my easy chair waiting for her to get busy.
It was then that I noticed the fresh bruises and cuts that she'd picked
up from the most recent boyfriend. Before I could comment on them, her mouth
engulfed my cock and then I sat back and watched her blonde hair bobbing up and
down as she gave me a very professional hummer. When I came, she swallowed every
drop and smacked her lips to announce that she was finished. We made some small
talk and I suggested that perhaps she might want to hang around and wait for
Peggy's return.
While we waited, I gave her a rundown of what had been happening with
Peggy, or should I say Miss Goodbody. Ginny was flabbergasted to hear about her
ex-roommate's progress, but she really got excited when I told her about the
deal I had just signed up for with Mr. Benjamin. The next thing I knew she
shrugged off her bra and shimmyed out of her panties, announcing that she was
hot to fuck me. I always get suspicious when things lke this happen, and tonight
was no different. However, Ginny would not take no for an answer and so we did
the nasty on my living room carpet, despite her urgings for us to retire to my
bedroom where we could be more comfortable.
After I filled her cunt with my second load of wiggglers for the
evening, I began to debate the wisdom of letting her hang around. I didn't want
Peggy getting all bent out of shape about the fact that I was nailing her former
friend while she was out making sure that Ralph wouldn't be causing me any grief
about her leaving for Mexico. Ginny took off for the bathroom to get herself
back together and I just stretched out on the carpet and stared at the ceiling
as I figured out how to politely give her the old heave-ho. Things got a bit
sticky a few minutes later when she returned and heard my suggestion that it was
getting late and perhaps Peggy would be staying over with Ralph since it was to
be their last evening together.
I knew as soon as the words fell from my lips that she wasn't buying any
of it. She got a little loud and at that point I did add a fresh bruise to her
collection, whacking her right across the tits and grabbing her by the throat as
she covered up. I really don't know what might have happened next. Who knows? I
might have tried to slam her head through the wall or maybe choked her out. She
had gotten me royally pissed off! I started reliving that evening when she tried
to play me like I was some kind of sucker. My hands began to tighten around her
neck and her eyes started to bug out as she realized that she's pushed the wrong
button and might pay a terrible price for her mistake.
You talk about being saved by the bell. At that very moment, who should
come waltzing through the door but my meal ticket, back from successfully taking
care of business with Ralph. The look on her face was priceless as she took it
all in. There I was in my birthday suit, squeezing the life out of her
ex-roommate, who wasn't wearing much more than I. She let out a scream that
nearly shattered my eardrums. It brought me out of my rage in nothing flat. I
quickly let go of Ginny's windpipe and threw my hands up, signaling my
surrender. Then I clambered to my feet, gave Ginny a good solid shot to her head
that sent her reeling and pointed an accusing finger in the direction of Peggy,
who now realized she had interrupted something she didn't want to know about,
but was going to find out about anyway.
"Did you put this cunt up to this little visit she made tonight? Who do
you think you are, the broad who writes the advice to the lovelorn column? I got
news for you, you're still just a dumb cunt who doesn't have the sense to get in
out of the rain." There is nothing like going on the offense to cover up a big
mistake. I was in a groove, so I kept up the attack.
"You're supposed to be over at Ralph's making sure he's well screwed.
How come you're here instead? I know that SOB, there's no way you get out of his
place in one piece unless you slipped him a mickey. What's going on, do you
think you're too good for poor Ralph just because I, your fucking manager, got
you a job that most bimbos would kill for. I'll bet this little cunt I just
decked would fuck me stupid for a chance to get the kind of work you got! So
what do I get, disloyalty! I'm so pissed right now I could take the paddle to
your sorry ass. Do me and yourself a favor and get the fuck out and take her
with you. I don't want to see your fat ass until I'm calmed down, and I don't
fucking know when that might be."
My rant worked like a charm. Ginny scrambled to her feet, threw on her
blouse and skirt, grabbed up her undies and shoes and made a beeline for the
door with Peggy not too far behind her. I slammed the door hard once they had
cleared my apartment and chuckled to myself. I still had it and in this case, I
really needed it. I decided to let the two of them stew for a day or so before I
allowed Peggy to return. Naturally I would gig her silly just to make sure she
understood who was who around here. I wasn't sure what I'd do when it came to
Ginny. She gave damn good head and the pussy she served up this evening wasn't
bad either. I probably should see what kind of anal action she could provide
before I came to any conclusion about her. Who knows maybe there might be a
place for her in this new venture. That would be a whole lot better than just
depending on Peggy for my next big score. I decided to turn in and worry about
what to do with those two tomorrow.
( To be continued)
