No, don't shave

"Fuck it" Melissa said out loud, and left her pussy untouched.

The next morning, Melissa woke early, showered and pondered the first of what she assumed would be many questions that day. "What does one wear to a porn shoot?"

She decided on a black choker necklace, a pair of red leather pants and a black mesh see-through shirt, that she'd worn before with a bikini top. But today she didn't wear anything underneath, making her small breasts perfectly visible.

She still wasn't sure she was thrilled with this assignment. But if she was going to hide her anxiety, she was going to have to look the part.

Melissa arrived at the address given fifteen minutes early and immediately skeptical. It was an old warehouse. This didn't seem too right. But there were a lot of cars in the crumbling asphalt lot. Enough to spark her confidence just a bit. She headed to the door, feeling the cold morning air cut right through her top and hit her hard nipples.

The door opened and an emotionless woman stood before her, puffing on a cigarette.

Melissa tried to smile. "Hi... I'm... um... Melissa Corrigan. My professor...."

"Extra?" the woman said disaffectedly.

"Yes" Melissa nodded politely.

"Come in." The woman led Melissa down a hallway and stopped at an old door with the word EXTRAS scribbled on it. She looked Melissa up and down. "Keep the necklace. Strip the rest. Wait in here." She opened the door and Melissa stepped inside.

The room was filled with nude women, dozens. Most of them with long platinum blonde hair and big breasts. All of them shaved clean, at least that Melissa could see. Some of them still wore necklaces and bracelets too.

Melissa took a deep breath. It was hard for her eyes not to wander over all the naked bodies. Not that she was particularly interested in any of them, but they were right there in front of her. She wondered if anyone would notice that she was unshaven.

But no one said anything.

Then after a few minutes, all the girls were shuffled out of the room and into a big hall that looked like a club with a stage at one end. There were lights and cameras scattered throughout the room.

Then the sound of a man's voice on a megaphone. A voice with an accent. "Good morning ladies. I am ze director Hans Ladybite. I know I have a big of a bad reputation, but zere is no reason to be afraid. At least not in zis scene. In zis scene you are happy. You are our groupie fans and you are all beautiful. Come here against ze stage and be ready to cheer for ze band."

Something about his voice soothed and calmed Melissa. He didn't seem a bit like what she'd read. He seemed nice. Perhaps that stupid name was just for the press.

So all the girls smashed themselves against the stage, as if they were at a concert. A few minutes later the "band" came out to perform and, just as Melissa expected, it wasn't a band at all but a handful of porn stars who were going to fuck on stage. She rolled her eyes, but thought she could easily shout and scream for them like a dumb fan and have the day over with.

Melissa didn't notice the girl until she was elbowed by the groupie next to her. "That's Hot Pink! She's awesome" the groupie said. And Melissa looked up to the stage.

Standing before the group, not paying them much attention was a beautiful woman with bright blue eyes, a short bob of hair, colored hot pink, huge likely double D or bigger breasts and a pale body covered in tattoos. Immediately upon seeing her, Melissa felt something moist in her exposed pussy. She was, Melissa thought, perhaps the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen.

And this was odd. Melissa had been attracted to women before, but never like this. Big-titted bimbo pornstars weren't supposed to be her type. But something about Hot Pink didn't say 'bimbo', it said, well as the girl next to her called it 'awesome.' And when Hot Pink pulled off her panties exposing her dyed-hot-pink pussy Melissa nearly swooned.

Then the filming began.

Melissa screamed and shouted and jumped up and down like a good groupie as Hot Pink wrapped her soft lips around a big black guys cock and bobbed up and down. Then another. Then another. As Melissa jumped, her body rubbed against the girls around her. She imagined that flesh brushing up on her belonged to Hot Pink as juice rolled down her inner thigh.

By the time Hot Pink was being penetrated in her ass and pussy, and sucking off two more guys, Melissa was unbearable. She wanted nothing more than to sneak into a corner and rub herself off, visions of Hot Pink's tongue slicking over her twat running through her head.

Finally director Ladybite yelled "Cut!" and it was time for lunch.

As the gaggle of naked girls shuffled down the hall back to the extras room, Melissa grabbed random doorknobs, finally finding one that turned. She grabbed the arm of whatever girl was next to her, and pulled her into wherever the door lead.

It was a closet and before the girl could say a word to Melissa, asking her what she was doing, Melissa's hands were on her pretty head, pushing her to her knees. The girl didn't need any further instruction.

Her tongue lapped furiously at Melissa's soaked pussy as Melissa grabbed a hand full of hair on the back of her head, pushing her face against her twat harder and harder.

It was no time at all before Melissa came. The first time she'd come from a girl's licking since being an undergrad. She panted heavily trying to get back her breath, thoughts of Hot Pink finally fading from her mind.

The girl stood and stared at Melissa with longing, thankful eyes. She was cute, young, probably in her early twenties, with cherry blonde hair. Melissa reach out her hand and tried to wipe away the juices that covered her chin.

The girl gave Melissa a little peck on the lips. And the two of them snuck out of the closet and headed back to the extras room.

until Melissa heard a voice.

"Excuse me. Miss Corrigan?" the woman from earlier, with the cigarette.

Melissa turned toward her. Had she been caught? There was certainly no hiding her wet, messy twat.

"The director would like to see you." The woman said.

"Me?" Melissa was shocked. Certainly nothing she'd done would warrant the director's attention.

"Yes you" the woman said sternly, her eyes shooting down to Melissa's crotch for just a second. "Follow me."