Diamond's Dressing Room Debacle

‘There,’ the makeup girl said, ‘perfect! Not bad for ten bucks an hour!’

‘You only get paid ten bucks for this?’ Diamond said.

‘It’s all I could afford…’ the makeup girl said guiltily.

Diamond’s eyes bugged out. ‘You pay them to work here?’

The other girl shrugged, ‘well I really want to work as fluffer, but I can’t afford that!’

Diamond was afraid to ask how much that would run to.

The makeup girl rolled her eyes dreamily, ‘there’s so much cock here. And it’s perfect. And the studs are so fucking hot they make my pussy fucking squirt just looking at them. I’m so jealous of you for just walking straight into it. Jesus what I wouldn’t do for a shot with some of these studs. They could take me apart any time. I was fucking shocked when Guy just came into the dressing room and grabbed four of us and got him on his dick. I think he wanted you to see him like that when you came in. Kind of like a challenge to you. Fuck that huge monster cock is soooooo meaty. But I’m just the make up girl. Nobody even knows my name.’

Diamond was salivating at the thought of Guy’s massive, thick, vascular python. ‘I’m sorry for dragging you away,’ she said.

‘Don’t be. This was fun!’

Diamond stood up and shuffled her clothes, striking a pose, tits out, hips askew, like a proper slut.

‘It’s a bit long…’ Diamond said huffily and disapprovingly.

She was admiring her costume in the mirror. She felt like she’d come into the studios looking like a proper tip top porn slut, but was going to walk onto the set of her porn scene looking like… a secretary.

Despite her disapproval of the modesty of her attire, she could still empty ballsacks on sight. She knew that, but it wasn’t her.

She had smoothed her skin with a light gleam of oil and her perfect, taut curves shone. She was wearing a blouse and a skirt. The blouse could barely contain her monstrous, eye-popping assets. The pair of massive, gleaming melons that stuck out of her chest were projecting it out and putting the buttons under incredible stress. The tiny blouse was like a tiny tent, the material stretched so tight that her supple, ripped midriff was exposed, and her hulking, smooth, bronzed chest boulders were bursting out of the top of it, the upper swell of her perfectly spherical and mountainous rack popping out. The skirt was a tiny little pink stretch thing that was totally clingy and skintight, not even big enough to contain the lower halves of her massive, round, peachy ass cheeks, but just low enough to conceal her always-dripping pink, shaved clam. It was this that she was complaining about.

She was of course on transparent stripper sandals with eight inch heels. Diamond wasn’t about to make any concessions on that.

‘Well honey it won’t stay on long either…’ the makeup girl said.

There was a knock at the dressing room door. The make up girl opened it.

It was like opening the door to a brick wall. The man that framed the doorway was huge. The shirtless stud posed in the doorway for a few seconds. A genuine adonis, carved out of marble, he sported massive, bulging pecs, a rigidly defined, sculptured eight-pack, huge, heavy-looking, brawny arms and an angular, masculine jaw. He was unbelievably jacked, wearing only jeans, and an enormous bulge protruded from his groin all the way to his knee. This was a porn stud alright. There were waves of potent masculinity radiating from him like only a monster males stud would radiate.

‘Chet!’ the makeup girl sang. She went instantly gooey. Diamond cocked an eye to the ditz. She had practically melted into a puddle.

‘Hey,’ said Chet, deep, gravel voiced. He said it to Diamond, ignoring the makeup girl completely. She wasn’t in the same universe as him. Diamond’s foxy eyes lasered immediately onto the hunk. Raw energy crackled between them.

The makeup girl, in all respects moist, couldn’t help herself from making a plea, and started to babble.

‘I was sooooo hoping it was gonna be you in this scene, Chet! I was wondering when I was gonna see you again and I, uh… I saw that your name was on the call sheet today so I made sure I was coming into work, you know and… nnnnghhhh…’

She trailed off and bit her lip.

‘Well well well,’ Chet said, eating up Diamond with his eyes, ‘so this is the one who’s caused all the trouble.’

Diamond smirked, ‘I wouldn’t call it trouble.’

‘Guy told me he’d signed up some new meat. A real slut, he said. And here you are.’

The makeup girl was still biting her lip, eyes passing between the pair of sculptured porn totems that were eyeing each other up. It was as if an alley cat had got inbetween a lioness and a Bengal tiger. Without any regard for modesty or self-respect, she slid her fingers into her pussy and started to play with her popping pink clit right in front of them, fingering herself lewdly and uncontrollably, her teased vagina weeping already. Both of the others ignored her.

Chet leaned his hand on the doorframe and leaned forwards, his imposing bulk towering over both of them. He really was a monster.

‘All of this hullaballoo got us boys real curious,’ Chet said, ‘first about this tape you sent, then about this audition that got two of my buddies a little hot under the collar. Then there was something about a bunch of lawyers needing CPR? And we’re all thinking well, maybe Guy finally hired some talent for us to work with. Because that sure is rare round here.’

Chet stepped forwards into the small dressing room. He came a couple of paces and loomed over the whores. He said nothing, and Diamond, smiling hungrily, offered no response. After a few tense moments, Guy looked, for the first time, at the makeup girl and then at the door. It was a not especially subtle hint.

The makeup girl was paralysed, half in near-orgasmic pleasure, half in humiliation.

Chet decided to make it even clearer to her.

‘Me and Diamond here are just going to do a little “preparation” for our scene, you get me? Now shuffle on out.’

The makeup girl got caught between a stutter and a squirting orgasm. It was the second of these things that became most obvious as her cunt guttered, activated by the deep, masculine power of Chet’s gravel voice, as she almost spastically scuttled out of the door and back up the hall.

‘Kind of like a warzone out there,’ Chet said almost conversationally, ‘did you have anything to do with that?’

Diamond grinned, her pussy moistening. ‘I might have. It can be kinda hard to see over these tits sometimes, yanno?’

She licked her lips and pouted.

‘So as I was saying,’ Chet went on, ‘we get our call sheets in and today I get my first scene in Martinet. And who do I get paired with but a certain Diamond Gazongas. And here you are. So I thought I would come and introduce myself and maybe get to know you a little first.’

‘That’s extremely…’

Diamond searched for a word or a phrase. She was about to say ‘sweet’ or ‘nice of you’, but simply couldn’t help her nature.

‘….BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!’

Diamond opened her mouth in an exaggerated gape and made her eyes bulge in shock, holding her arms to each side of her tits in a two-foot gap, the old ‘I once caught a fish this big’ pose, a pure cock shock porn pose. It was incredibly hot. Chet stared at the gorgeous fuckdoll porn princess with her enormous blimp tits sticking out leering outrageously at his groin, cupped hands either side of her massive rack.

Chet was packing and it made her so wet. It was sticking out in a way that made the thigh part of his jeans leg massively bigger than the other. There was just something different about the Monstermales porno studs of Guy’s stable. They weren’t just each a human colossus, but they were all supremely and monstrously donkey hung cocksmiths in a way that was impossible to disguise in clothing. The bulge that was lodged down Chet’s jeans leg was utterly obscene. It was, in Diamond’s eyes, the perfect complement to the massively jacked, chiselled, and gargantuan physique that he was sporting. No way could it be hidden by clothing, whatever he chose to wear. Everyone, no matter where they were, would ne intimidated by Chet.

Chet looked down and grinned.

‘Yeah…’ he looked back at the sultry porno nymph who was sweltering with barely suppressed sexual fervour. Diamond’s oiled body, bulging, pneumatic, trembling, hard, sleek and curvy, was sweltering as this turned into an alpha standoff, slut against stud.

‘Yeah, that’s kinda what I came to talk to you about.’

‘Oh yeah?’ Diamond said, ‘well that’s talking my language, stud.’

Chet grinned almost meanly, ‘well you gave this whole place an introduction to you. But you ain’t had no introduction to us. This is Monster Males. Says right above the door. This isn’t a porn studio where the girls get top billing, you understand? Guy has scouts all over the world. Picks up the baddest bitchbreakers he can find and he trains us up good. They build the shows and the titles around us. They put our names first, they pay us the big bucks, and as for the girls, well… they’re just a meat byproduct. Ninety percent don’t last more than one scene. But I guess you know that.’

Diamond’s fingers fluttered over her enormously bulging tits, nails scraping over the tented material of the blouse as Chet continued.

‘Now I don’t know what happened with those two guys in Guy’s boardroom the other day. Maybe they were winded from just having shot Cockzilla, but you and I are gonna do this scene right. There isn’t any way that you can take what I’m gonna give you. I’m up to volume 75 of Chet and Damon’s Brutalities. And me and my buddy, we do not hold back.’

‘I wouldn’t expect anything less…’ Diamond said. Her eyes were now completely fixed on the gargantuan, visibly throbbing bulge that was bloating out all the way from Chet’s packed groin to the knee of this strained jeans. Something was going to have to give sooner or later. She knew what.

‘Lots of whores come in here thinking they’re something special. And they all end up the same way. If they get past the first scene, retirement before they hit twenty.’

Chet smiled.

‘But it’s a hell of a way to go.’

He looked down.

‘Let me show you what you’re going to be dealing with.’

Chet moved his hands to the buckle of his belt, about to undo it and produce his massive, meaty python. In his head this little preview of his monstrous, truly goliath appendage was going to give Diamond a foreshadowing taste of what she was going to have to deal with in the scene. Once she saw it, he figured, she, like every other bimbo whore that tottered in here from the lapdancing joints and streets would, up close, baulk at the idea it could fit inside any of her precious little orifices, and would, in the certain contemplation that the massive thing would simply bust her apart, quiver and quail in nervous anticipation of the shoot. He was going to bring this bitch down a peg or two.