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A group of eight cars arrived at the rented house in the San Fernando Valley. The sun had been up for only a couple of hours but everyone looked fresh and well-rested.
The crew from "Cotton Panty Chronicles" had arrived well before dawn and set up their props. It was another cliché straight from the porn handbook – a college party. The producer was impressed when Sahara Rain told him in no uncertain terms that there would be no real alcohol on set. There could be empty beer kegs and booze bottles filled with colored water but nothing stronger. Some performers insisted on having a ready supply of intoxicants – and not always legal ones – nearby.
The man had spent hours on the phone with Sahara and Michelle Foxx getting things planned. He had also spent hours with the three directors. A brief conversation with Ben Benedict (and some time viewing the critique section of PornLife) led him to believe the group would almost direct themselves.
It led him to take a chance on one of his younger directors – a woman with only four scenes to her credit. She had done a good job on them. The last one had forced her to deal with a couple of performers who turned out to be huge pains in the ass. This was her payment for producing something halfway decent out of something that, by all rights, should have been canceled.
The other directors were veterans. They had left major studios when the industry turned to Gonzo because they couldn't stomach it. They landed at "Cotton Panty Chronicles" because it had refused to fall prey to the movement. They had taken a large cut in pay but it wasn't like they were going to be hired in the mainstream after working in porn for a dozen years each.
The directors decided to work in shifts because there were so many scenes scheduled. The veterans truly doubted anyone could pull off what the site was hoping for as a final product. But there was little risk. If it didn't work, the site would basically get whatever content it managed to shoot and it would get it for free.
The producer was adamant. If anyone could do it, this group could. The directors were instructed to offer ideas but to listen to them. Sahara Rain had written the screen treatment and she assured the producer that everyone would be ready.
It still didn't prepare the director for the sight of so many people arriving a full hour before things were scheduled to start. It also didn't prepare him for having one of his biggest stars come up to him and ask him how they could help.
"Uh," the man answered.
Sahara only offered a genuine smile. She had gotten used to this reaction.
"We have people to help you move things if you need it," she told him. "We brought some different props – including some pennants and stuff for the walls of the bedrooms. Jenny Cinnamon created a fictional university. Don't worry, we checked it out. It's not real and it's not trademarked. We also brought some typical college house items that you might not have thought of. You know, almost all of us are in college, so we thought we might have a better idea."
"Sure," the man said. He watched as computers were taken to each room and a video system was hooked up to a large-screen TV. "It will make it more realistic."
"That's what we're going for," Sahara replied. "I think the goal is to make this look like something that probably happens on every college campus in America. We have some extras who volunteered to provide background people. Don't worry, they're being paid out of our proceeds. Actually, this is a test run for our own production next month. They're all involved but none of them have actually witnessed what goes on at a shoot. We figured this would be a good indicator of what they can expect."
"'Dragon Lore, '" the man said with a knowing smile. He had made his name in the business in the early 1990s by shooting movies with a half-decent plot. He missed those days.
"Yep," Sahara said, smiling back. "We've already got Ben Benedict on board to direct that one. But there will be opportunities in the future for other directors. It's why we decided to offer this to 'Cotton Panty Chronicles.' First off, they're a great site. But they also have some of the best directed scenes in the business. There are no prima donnas_ here. You point us to where you want us and we'll go there. If we have a different idea, we'll probably tell you but we'll wait until afterward. I think we'll have time for any reshoots that might come up."
"Really?" the director asked.
"Our scenes usually run about 1:20," Sahara confirmed. "We all know each other so there won't be a lot of stopping and starting. You won't have to worry about an actress storming off because the male tried to put it in her ass. You won't have to worry about stopping the shoot for 20 minutes because the guy can't get hard. I think there is a real chance we can wrap this up an hour or two ahead of schedule. Our crew is here to pitch in resetting the rooms after each scene. We're also going to stay and help you pick up when everything is done. This is a nice house and it will be just as nice when we leave."
"Damn," the man muttered almost under his breath.
"We don't have to help if you've made other arrangements," Sahara put in.
"No, that's not it at all," the director said. "It's just a different attitude than I'm used to seeing. It sounds like you've got everything planned out, so I'll just let you do it. Do you think we can start early? I wouldn't mind getting to my son's Little League game this afternoon."
"We're ready when you are," Sahara confirmed.
Michelle stood near the bar and surveyed the crowd. She knew most of the girls but some of the guys were new. This was turning out to be a hen party – a lot more chicks than dicks – so she would have to make her move quickly if she wanted anything prime.
Whoever planned the party should have thought things out. A noon football game pretty well meant most of the guys would be passed out drunk well before nightfall.
She saw some of her lamer friends hanging out, too. Destiny was there with her boyfriend, Cash. Candy was nearby talking with her guy, Willie. Even Fallon and Ann had shown up and were mingling. The music wasn't her style but it was OK, too.
Her eyes fell on a guy standing by himself near one of the kegs. He looked pretty hot, she decided. It was time to cull this one from the herd before her friends had enough liquid courage to make their moves.
"Hey, I haven't seen you at these things before," she said, sidling up beside the guy.
"I just transferred here," the guy answered. "I'm Derrick."
"Michelle," she answered, extending her hand. She felt a jolt of electricity when they shook. This one held promise. "Come dance with me."
"Oh, that would be a bad idea," Derrick said.
Michelle giggled but took his hand.
"It'll be fine," she said. It _would_ be fine, too. She only needed her partner to stand still; she would do the rest.
Michelle started her bumping and grinding before they even found an open space. She knew how to get a guy hot for her. She was dressed in a tight shirt that highlighted the fact she wore no bra and a pair of tight denim shorts. As soon as they found a spot where no one stood – and where the lights were slightly dim – Michelle started in earnest.
She rubbed her body on Derrick's as frequently as she could and she took every opportunity to run her hands up and down his torso. Derrick just stood and swayed to the music. He wasn't much of a dancer, Michelle decided, but at least he had rhythm. She was sure she would put that rhythm to good use later.
She was appalled when Sahara, Jenny and Kenzie came over and joined her in dancing around her hunk. She saw him first, so she upped the ante – turning and grinding her ass against his thigh in a way that no one could misconstrue as anything but sexual. Kenzie emulated her on the other side, drawing a glare from Michelle.
Kenzie simply leaned over and kissed Michelle's cheek.
"You're going to have to share," she said. "There are only a couple of unattached dicks here tonight. Don't get all selfish on us."
"Fine," Michelle said. "But when I get him upstairs, don't be surprised if he doesn't come back down."
"That's why we're giving him some incentive," Kenzie laughed. "By the way, don't look now but Jenny is playing with his ass."
Michelle turned to see Jenny pressed up against Derrick's back with her hands cupping both of his cheeks. She saw Michelle and offered the same sort of smile that Kenzie had shared. Michelle smirked and reached down to fondle his package.
Derrick was amazed at all the attention these hot chicks were paying to him. He looked around and saw that every guy in the room had at least two women – and sometimes more – standing near him. His attention was pulled back to the front when Michelle hooked her arm around his neck and pulled him forward.
"Wanna go somewhere private?" she asked.
Derrick wasn't sure if she meant all of them or just him and her. The answer would have been the same either way. A guy didn't pass up the chance to spend private time with a hottie like Michelle.
"Sure," he answered. Michelle gave her friends a look Derrick didn't understand when she took his hand and led him upstairs.
"Cut!" the director yelled when the pair had reached the top landing.
"Stand still while we mark your places," Sahara's more familiar voice added.
Michelle gaze held a lot of promise when she turned to Derrick as they entered the bedroom.
"I thought we might like a party with less people around," Michelle said.
She paused to gaze up at Derrick hungrily.
"And with a lot less clothes on," she added. To accentuate her point, she pulled her shirt over her head and stood before him only in a pair of shorts.
"Your turn," she said.
"Oh, sure," Derrick answered as he took off his T-shirt.
"Nice," Michelle said, eyeing him like a lion eyes a gazelle.
"You, too," Derrick answered. He took a bold step and reached out to caress Michelle's breasts. She responded by pulling him down to kiss him.
Shelly had viewed Michelle Foxx as a way to live out any and every fantasy that popped into her head. It wasn't until she started the scene that she realized that all her fantasies were already coming true – in her life as Shelly Smith.
She giggled out loud when she found out she couldn't come up with a single thing to do with Derrick Driller that she hadn't already done numerous times with Adam Walters.
But she gave it her all. She demonstrated her deep-throating technique to the amazement of those who hadn't seen it before. She showed everyone how sensitive her nipples were and how her thick outer pussy lips kept her tight little slit hidden.
Then she did her best to make sure Derrick Driller would never forget his time with her. All he would have to do is think back to the ride Michelle Foxx had given him and his cock would be like an iron bar.
Michelle really wanted to finish with a creampie but she knew her puffy lips would prevent most of the cum from leaking out. Derrick had deposited enough sperm inside her that she was well aware of how far she could walk without losing any of it.
So she "settled" for letting him cum into her mouth and on her breasts. When she accompanied Derrick back down the steps – with a camera preceding them and one shooting their descent from the landing – she thought her first real boy-girl scene went pretty well.
Rita was pulling a giggling Ashley up the stairs as Derrick and Michelle descended. The cameramen just switched gears and went along for the ride. After all, following Rita Looker and Ashley Malibu's bouncing butts up the stairs was not exactly a chore.
Derrick looked around when he got to the bottom of the steps. He and Michelle had been upstairs for a little more than an hour but it seemed the party was still going on.
"It seems like a real party," Michelle noted. "I mean, look at this."
She was right. There were groups of people dancing. A few were scattered around a card table playing poker. Others were clustered in small gatherings just talking. There was music, some munchies and drinks.
The only thing the party lacked was a drunken asshole acting like a buffoon. Derrick decided that was one tradition they could do without.
Derrick wandered over to where Cash (Sean) and Willie (Walt) were playing cards with Kenzie (Tyanna), Lia (Beth) and Fallon (Erin). A glance around told him Destiny (Rachelle) and Candy (Mary) were trying out the dance floor with Cade (Timm), Parker (Cameron), Ekaterina (Katya), Betsy (Katey) and Shawna (Meredith).
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