Trish the Tramp Ch. 02

Trish drove down to Sterling hall with not much difficulty. She had never been to the rich side of her neighborhood before, but found the house easy enough. Every home was beautiful she thought and each one bigger and better than the other. The streets were neat and clean and everything orderly. It was 2 pm in the afternoon. Her appointment with Jess James the erotic movie mogul was at 2.30 pm. Prior to this Trish had been just another poor student struggling to make ends meet and provide for her family. She had worked at a Strip club and it was there that Jess had spotted her and offered her the chance to star in his porn movies. Trish had seemed a little apprehensive at first. But when she realized Jess was indeed talking big money she had agreed. Of course she had to fuck him first. Trish had found Jess, fat, ugly and unclassy. He was wealthy but that was all that could be said about the man. He was 40 , married and divorced several times, short and really fat. Trish had found him revolting in the beginning, but as soon as she had seen his cock, short and really, really thick, she found the idea of fucking him more attractive. Plus the sluttiness of it all, the grossness of fucking an old man, so fat that his paunch hung out and wobbled as she rode his cock turned her on and she finally agreed to meet Jess and sign a contract for her first movie.
Trish didn?t have too many nice clothes to wear. All she had were here regular college clothes and a couple of dresses. She had dressed carefully having chosen a pair of tight black hot pants and a red tube top. Her long blonde curls fell freely down till her arse. She had worn no make up but looked sensational nevertheless. She drove her beaten up station wagon into Sterling Hall, a massive house with huge sprawling lawns and gardens on all sides. The security had been expecting her and let her in with no problems. At the door a valet took her keys and drove her car to the back of the house. Trish was embarrassed for the first time in her life of the beat up old station wagon. A young maid dressed in much too short maid?s outfit greeted her at the door and led her into the hall. Trish looked around the house in awe. It was huge and the furnishings a little too loud, much like Jess himself. She sat down on a long leather couch and admired the paintings on the walls.
?Mr. James will see you now.? Said the maid entering the room again having just gone for 5 minutes or so.
Trish followed her up an ornate staircase and down a hall and finally to a huge wooden door. The maid opened the door and announced, ?Ms. Parker sir.?
?Thank you Therese.? Said Jess. He was sitting behind a huge mahogany desk and scribbling something on a piece of paper. Trish waited expectantly until he stopped scribbling and looked up at her.

?Trish Parker.? He announced. ?Welcome to the private offices of J