Porn time, Baby!

"I'll do it," you smile. "I mean you aren't ugly or anything. I've slept with worse after my last frat party."

Brett chuckles, "I'll put that on my next resume. There's a $1,500 bonus if you are interested."

"I'm listening," you nod.

"The cameraman will be here in a minute. If you are OK with him joining in, the money is yours."

You look at the porn guy carefully.

"Do I get to see him first? It'll still just be oral or in my pussy right?"

Brett stands, "Still those two, but you have to decide before he gets here. He has a thing for college redheads."

You nod, "I've sucked three separate guys at a party before but never this. Always at different times though. It'll be new."

He slaps his hands together. "Good, I like adventurous girls. I also lied, there's no camera. I was hoping you'd say yes."

Brett taps the tablet, "Send Jack back."

A minute later you hear the door clink and a guy walks in. He's a white guy with long black hair in jeans and a t shirt. You'd guess he's in his early 40's. He's really too spindly to be your type but cash is cash. He nods to Brett and then looks at you.

"Damn you're hot girl! I'm Jack," he offers you a hand.

"Simone," you look him up and down for a second and shake it.

The older man pipes up, "OK. Let's get started. Remember girl, you were caught shoplifting. I brought you back here to question. You are **** not to get arrested by a real cop or you'll kiss your scholarship good bye. Don't worry about your dialog too much but at least try. We're gonna assume you are acting unless you use the safe phrase. In this case it's "I quit" because if you don't finish, you take your $500 and go. Is that clear?"

You nod, "Crystal, Mr. pervy mall cop."

He shakes his head, "Sit in the chair. When I say action we start." He grabbed a small spray bottle from the suitcase and spritzed your face a couple times with it."

"Hey!" you yell. "What was that for?"

"Makes it look like you were crying, sweetie. Now action!"

You try to fake the best 'I'm upset and trying not to cry' face you can as the older man walks up with the other man hanging back a bit watching.

He grabs your bag and pulls out your wallet. "Well Ms. Simone, we have footage of you taking these mints," he pulls your half eaten container of Tick-Tacks out of your purse and tosses them on your lap. You find yourself wondering how stupid porn watchers must be to buy this. You run your hands through your hair a bit making sure to stick your chest out some, a little advertising can't hurt you figure.

"Look mister. It's just a pack of mints. I have the cash in there. We can make this right and you can like ban me or something."

You try really hard to look miserable but are afraid you just look constipated. Luckily, this won't go into your acting portfolio.

"Doesn't matter ma'am. Fifty cents or fifty thousand is the same thing in this city law-wise! You're going to wait here while I call the cops. You'll be their problem soon enough."

You sense he's expecting you to say something but the lack of a script is kinda throwing you, so you try going subtle. You have no clue if you're supposed to be too forward or not.

"Ummm, is there anyway we can keep them out of this? Maybe I can work it off? Stock shelves or something?"

He looks you up and down pretty dramatically. Then turns toward Jack.

"It's your father's store, Are you looking for help?"

Jack makes a show of thinking, "Maybe. I think we need to be sure she isn't hiding any more merchandise though."

"Strip!" Brett barks at you. "We need to be sure."

"Ummm everything?" You ask forcing a loud gulp.

He lights up into a wide smile, "Yes every damn thing, slut."

You reach down and slide your shoes off first. Then stand and turn with your back to both the men, reach down and pull your top over your head. They both stare at your naked back for a second, then Jack walks up behind you.

He grabs your shoulders and pulls you over to the desk. You're kinda surprised by how much strength he puts into it as he bends you over it.

"I don't trust you won't hide anything at that slow pace, babe. I'll strip you!"

Your first thought is that his acting is worse then yours. You feel him unbutton your skirt, pull the zipper down and yank it to the floor. Then he puts his left hand on your back and yanks your thong down with his right.

"Hey! Not so rough!" you squeal.

"I'm in charge here thot. You want the cops kept out of this? You make us happy," Jack commands as his hand slips between your legs.

"Hey guys? No! What do you think I am?" you beg.

"Meat," Jack says as he grabs your shoulders again, pulls you to the desk chair, makes you kneel on the seat and look over the back.

Brett walks in front of your face, unzips his pants and pulls them down. His seven inch cock flops out half erect right in your face.

"Suck it you fucking whore!" Jack yells as you stare at the huge, one-eyed monster. He reaches between your legs again slipping a finger in and out of your quickly dampening twat.

Time to become a porn star or bravely run away?