Mike , Stuart's Excellent Porno

Prologue

Mark and Stuart sat in big plush chairs in their new apartment watching a particularly racy Stacey Valentine porn movie. The two best friends had just graduated from High School and moved out of home into their first apartment. The opening sex scene of the movie had just reached it's climax, with the male actor pulling his cock out from her cunt and then jerking it in her face, splashing Stacey's lovely features with cum.

"Now that's something I've always wanted to do," murmured Mark wistfully as he watched the man milk the last of his cum onto Stacey's outstretched tongue.

"I've always wanted to do Stacey Valentine too," chuckled Stuart in agreement as the busty blonde on the screen took the actor's cock in her mouth and started to suck and lick it clean.

"That's not what I mean."

"You don't thing she's hot?" asked Stuart incredulously in reply.

"Of course you dumbass!" snapped Mark, "What I meant is cum in a girl's face like that, any girl!"

"Oh right," replied Stuart with a shrug.

"I serious dude," insisted Mark, turning to face his friend. "I mean you've had a few girlfriends in your time right?"

"Sure," replied Stuart his eyes still glued to the television screen.

"Have they ever let you do something like that?" asked Mark.

Stuart frowned, his gaze finally leaving the television screen, "No, of course not."

"Same for me," nodded Mark.

"So what's your point?" Stuart shook his head in confusion, wondering what on earth his friend was talking about.

"That's exactly my point," Mark pointed at the screen where Stacey was getting fucked up the ass by an overweight older man.

"Huh?" Stuart was getting even more and more confused by Mark's vagueness.

"I mean how the hell do they get them to do that? That guys uglier than my Dad for fuck's sake!"

Stuart frowned and thought for a moment, "It's a movie dude."

"Bingo!" Mark almost shouted in agreement.

"What?"

"If we make a movie we can get to do stuff like that to chicks," explained Mark, "And not just any chicks, but beautiful ones, ones that are under normal circumstances out of our league."

"You want to make a porno movie?" asked Stuart in surprise.

"Exactly!"

Stuart paused a moment, trying to catch up with his friends racing imagination, "The closest I've ever got to a porno star was when Gina Wild did that instore appearance at the video shop and I got that photo of me grabbin' her tits. How the hell are we going to make movies"

Mark chuckled, remembering the day well, "We'll just hire some video camera's and shit, it'll be easy."

Stuart didn't look convinced, "How are we going to get the cash for something like that?"

"Easy!" insisted Mark, "We'll just hire some cheap stuff."

"Do you know how much they pay these girls?"

"Not a problem," replied Mark with a wide grin, "We'll put an ad in the paper saying we're holding auditions, if we don't hire any of them, then we don't have to pay any of them."

"Do you think that will work?" asked Stuart doubtfully.

"Put it this way," Mark said with a smirk, "At the very least some hot chicks will show us their tits."

Stuart's grin grew to match Marks, "You cunning bastard! I like the way you think."

***

That very next day Mark had placed an ad in the local paper:

WANTED : Hot Actresses "Sticky Situation Films Inc" Auditions for Female Starring Roles in upcoming Adult Film Great $$$ Must be aged between 18-35, Have a good body, and be prepared for everything This could be your big chance (Ph 555-6969 to book your audition)

That night Stuart read over the ad as soon as their newspaper was delivered. "You think anyone's gonna ring?" he asked aloud.

As Mark opened his mouth to reply the phone rang. They both froze. It rang a second time. Could this really be someone for the advert? It rang a third time. Mark walked over to the phone. It rang a fourth time. He picked it up.

"Good evening Sticky Situation Films, how may I help you?" he said in his most businesslike tone, hoping it wasn't his mother on the other end of the phone or anything unfortunate like that.

"Hi, I'm ringing about the ad in tonight's paper," said a woman's voice.

"Really!?" exclaimed Mark in a mixture of relief and excitement, he then realized what he was saying, "I mean..of course," he corrected, clearing his throat. "Now I just need to take a few details from you miss..?"

"Adams, Cindy Adams," she replied. Stuart was now standing beside Mark, doing his best to listen in on the conversation.

"Cindy Adams," repeated Mark grabbing a pen and paper and jotting down the name. He glanced up at Stuart to make sure Stuart didn't recognize the name. If they were identified by someone they knew the game would be over. "Okay Cindy, and how old are you?"


"Thirty five," replied Cindy, "I hope that's okay."

"That's fine," replied Mark, trying to hide his disappointment, he'd been hoping for a younger woman, they'd probably be Karabağlar Escort hotter and would be easier to trick. Nevermind, beggars couldn't be choosers. "What colour hair do you have Cindy?"

"I'm blonde."

Blonde was good, Mark liked blondes and blondes were supposedly dumber, "Height?"

"Five seven."

"Weight?"

"One twenty one."

"Measurements."

"Oh?umm..thirty nine double d, twenty seven, thirty six."

That was good. Mark grinned at Stuart and circled where he had written 39DD. Stuart grinned back and gave him the thumbs up. "Okay Cindy you sound very close to what we're looking for. Have you ever done any adult films before?"

"No," said Cindy with a slight giggle of nervousness.

"This next one I need to get out of the way before we can go any further. Do you have any sexually transmitted diseases?"

"No, definently not."

Mark breathed a sigh of relief, she sounded almost perfect. "Well that's about all the information I need from you over the phone," explained Mark, "We'd like you to come on in for a interview so we can get a look at you on camera and ask you a few more questions."

"Sounds great," said Cindy enthusiastically. "When do you want me?"

Mark felt his cock twitch in his pants at her last question and realized the phone conversation had given him a hardon. Hell, this was better than any 900 number. "Tonight!" said Mark after a moment's pause, "Come to 1718 Beach Avenue in one hour."

"Tonight?" repeated Cindy in surprise, "Ahh okay."

"Great, see you then," said Mark hanging up the phone. He turned to Stuart, "I told you this'd work buddy. We have our first porno star coming 'round here in exactly one hour!"

Stuarts eager grin of anticipation sudden faded.

"What?" asked Mark, noticing his friends look.

"We haven't hired a camera yet dumbass!" he said, cuffing his friend around the side of the head.

"Oh fuck!" swore Mark.

"No fuck is more like it," replied Stuart, "What are we gonna do now?"

Mark thought for a moment, "I got it!" he sudden cried out, snapping his fingers.

"What?"

"We'll use my digital camera."

"But that only takes stills," complained Stuart.

"Don't worry," Mark assured him, "She won't know that."

Chapter One

In exactly sixty minutes later there was a knock on the door. Mike and Stuart froze, they had been rushing around their apartment like madmen, trying to clear away as much of their rubbish as they could and try to make the place look like a studio. While Mike had set up some spotlights and draped a few sheets around the place to give the illusion of a studio, Stuart had been busy on the computer trying to dummy up a few business cards and posters for 'Sticky Situation Films Inc'.

"Well, this is it," said Mike with a sigh, "Are you ready bro?"

Stuart took a deep breath, "Ready as I'll ever be."

"This was my idea so you go cameraman on this one," decided Mike.

"Okay," Stuart agreed quickly, he wanted to see how Mike was going to handle things and quite frankly preferred to have a camera to hide behind if things went bad. Even if it was only a little digital still-frame one.

"I'll try and get you some action too."

There was another knock at the door, "Go let her in!" hissed Stuart. He turned to the spotlights and tried to pretend he was setting them up. He'd grabbed his electronic guitar tuner, tied a shoelace to it, put it around his neck and was pretending it was a light meter.

"Cindy?"

Stuart swallowed nervously as he heard Mike greet the woman at the door. What if she was ugly? What if she was beautiful? What the hell were they doing? And then Mike led her into the room. Cindy was absolutely drop dead gorgeous. She had long, very pale blonde hair that was tied back in a pony tale and framed her delicate, perfectly formed face. She was obviously in her mid-thirties because she had a look of very sexy maturity, but the body on her would have killed a teenager. Cindy wore a plain white t-shirt that stretched very taut across her ample chest. She obviously hadn't been lying about her measurements. She wore a knee-length black business skirt that clung to the lovely curve of her flared hips and was slit up one side, letting a long, creamy white thigh poke through with every second step she took. The outfit was completely by a pair of black high heeled shoes that made her calves look sleek and sexy.

Stuart's mouth gaped open and he stared at the lovely woman with undisguised lust, perhaps Mike's plan was a good one after all. Imagine getting to fuck a stunning older woman like Cindy? And video tape the event for prosperity.

Mike was fortunately not so dumbfounded at the sight of the beautiful woman, he immediately slipped into his role, leading her to the 'casting couch' without missing a beat. Once she was seated he sat down beside her and handed her the business card that Stuart had printed up about ten minutes earlier. "My name's Michael Thomas, Karaburun Escort I'm the casting direction for Sticky Situation Films," he stretched out his hand and shook hers gently. "And the cameraman over there is Stuart Adkins."

"Hi Michael, Hi Stuart, you're both a little younger than I was expecting." Cindy greeted them both, blushing nervously like she was a teenager out on her first date. Things seemed very promising.

"Yeah, we haven't been in the business that long," confirmed Mike, praying she wouldn't get too suspicious. "Sticky Situations has been around for a while though, it's a very reputable company."

Stuart zoomed the digital camera in on Cindy's crossed legs, taking a lovely shot of her thigh where it was visible through the slit on her skirt.

"Cool. So what's the movie called?" asked Cindy, taking the two guys by surprise.

"Ahh.." stammered Mike uncertainly for a moment, "It's called Bill