Jules makes her way to the 'casting couch'.

Jules had to slam the door on her old, beat-up car three times before it closed properly enough for the light to go off. She didn't know how long it would be and didn't want to come back to a dead battery while seriously needing a shower.

She took a look at herself in the car mirror. Somehow, the thought of putting on a 'sexy' outfit for going to a place like this didn't sit right. She felt like she needed a little protection. Yet at the same time, rationally, she realized that going out of her way to dress like a prude was absurd. So she compromised and dressed casually: a simple white blouse and a pleated miniskirt with a set of exercise spats worn underneath. Over the blouse, she decided to wear a light jacket to make her eye-catching bustline just a little less noticeable.

"Brianna," she sighed, "I don't know why you couldn't drive me. It was embarrassing to have to clean junk out of the passenger's seat for you."

Daintily climbing out of the passenger's side, Brianna clicked her tongue. "Yeah, I bet you'd like someone else to pay for gas, so you can say 'I'll pay you back later', and 'later' means 'fuckin never'."

"It was only nine miles! That's less than a dollar worth of gas!" Jules groused, shaking her head. "I'm... just nervous. The whole way over here I thought of, like, twenty reasons why I shouldn't do this. What if my grandparents-"

Brianna started giggling. Jules scrunched her face up and then rolled her eyes. "Ok, yeah, I hope my grandparents aren't watching internet porn, but it could get back to them. If somebody recognizes me and starts a rumor-"

"Girl," Brianna put her arm over Jules and began maneuvering the taller girl towards the steps leading up to the second floor of the dingy motel, "it's twenty fifteen. Twenty fuckin fifteen. This kind of shit's not the most shocking thing anymore. If you been to see a lady doctor and she's under 30, it's a pretty good chance she paid for her medical school by sucking dicks on camera."

Jules couldn't help but smirk at that. "Wow... uh... funny you mention that. When I just walked in to a new psychiatrist a couple days ago, it looked to me like she'd just got done having sex with her previous patient..."

Brianna burst out laughing at that one and slapped Jules on the back. "Aha ha ha haa! Now THAT ain't nothing new. That's just a psych. That kind of job is more of a magnet for crazy-ass bitches than this one here."

When she reached the top of the stairs and came to the door of the motel room, Jules paused and looked down at her feet.

"Ahhhh, come ooooon, girl. Don't be backin' out now. They won't give you another chance if you make them waste a whole-ass day." Brianna said, resting a hand on the taller girl's shoulder.

"I'm not backing out! It's just... this is really weird. Forget reputation or whatever. I don't know if I can handle it." Jules lowered her voice. "Like... yeah, okay, I've had sex for money once or twice. And I mean only once or twice, not a hundred times. But that's in a private room, with one person, doing just normal stuff. I can't shake the feeling that this is going to be way more weird and creepy than you're making it out to be."

Brianna's voice was a little less cheerful and more serious when she replied. "Nah, I get you. But alls I'm saying is: I ain't never got hit in the face in a place like this. Never. Not once. The other way, what I was doin' before?" she shrugged, letting the meaningful pause speak for itself. "Being alone with some dude you don't know nothing about, like, he might be fresh outta jail for **** or something - that's what I call 'creepy'."

Mouth tightening, Jules tried to think of a response to that. None came to mind. She blew air through her nose. "I don't know what's weirder, Brianna - that you're introducing me to creeps who make porn videos a day after we met, or that I wish I'd had more friends like you in high school, who just say the way things are without trying to be all sweet and fake about it." She took a deep breath. "Alright. Let's do this and get paid."

...

What kind of adult video producer does Jules encounter in the motel?

1-35 A long-time veteran of dirty video with a one-man production company, a.k.a. a gross middle-aged white guy.

36-55 A more professional group with a director, camera guy, and their own stable of talent (51-55 director is actually a woman).

56-70 A mid-tier company that specializes in 'interracial' category videos.

71-80 A more upscale company that specializes in fetish stuff.

81-90 A seemingly tame modeling agency that focuses more on G-rated advertising and dips their toe in softcore solo-shoots.

91-100 A group specializing in lesbian porn (96-100 the director is actually a woman)

39: A more professional group.

What is their vibe? 1-50 easygoing, 51-75 uptight, 76-90 manipulative, 91-100 unnatural

2: Easygoing

https://orokos.com/roll/1010053__

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Inside the motel room, several studio lights were set up around the bed and the loveseat. It looked... well, like a modeling set hastily assembled in a motel room. There were several video cameras on kickstands, and the dining table had a couple of laptop computers and professiona-looking cameras on it.

Jules had been expecting to see one middle-aged fat guy with a greasy ponytail. Instead, she was greeted by three guys who looked pretty normal. If it weren't for what she knew, she'd think it was a small-time cover band doing auditions. A couple were working on the laptops. One leaped to his feet and bustled over to Jules as soon as she walked in.

He was a round-faced young man in his 20s with a mass of curly reddish-brown hair. "Alright, you're here! And right on time, too! Jewel, right?"

Jules kept a stone-faced expression as she silently shook his hand. He glanced over her shoulder. "And hey, there's my star! Wow, Brianna! I was hype to meet this new girl when you talked her up like you did, and now that she's standing in front of me, just... wow!" He waggled his eyebrows with a dorky laugh.

Jules felt her stomach tying itself into knots. She halfway expected him to just reach out, grab her, and start yanking her clothes off right then and there. But he kept his hands to his side as the others stood up - a sleepy-eyed guy with a shaved head and a goatee, and a skinny black guy in glasses and a collared shirt.

The curly-haired guy who'd shaken her hand introduced them: "This is Jake, our video editor, Neil, our camera guy...", he pointed to the white and black guy respectively, "and I'm Sam. Founder of 'Frisky Puppy Videos'. So, uh, I'm not sure how much Brianna filled you in on, but we mostly just do photos for promos. Our focus is on video for a subscription-based online platform. Did she tell you the kind of, um, modeling?" He sounded a little bashful.

Jules **** herself to smile. "Yeah, I know you guys do porno. That's why I'm here."

"Alright," Sam said, still smiling casually. "Sounds like we're on the same page. Now, normally I'd need to get some photos, headshots and medical tests, but today is just a casting, so-"

As he was speaking a door swung open. From further down the hall a short yet voluptuous hispanic woman wearing heavy eyeshadow and cherry-red lipstick emerged... wearing nothing except a towel wrapped around her curvaceous body. She barely even glanced at Jules.

"Yo! Reina!" Brianna beamed and waved. "You were doin' a scene today with Ryan for the first time, right? How'd it go?"

"It was alright." the newcomer said in a bored tone of voice, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder. "Sam, am I done for the day? Or was that scene all?"

Still looking a little embarrassed, Sam half-turned to her and kept glancing back at Jules. "Oh, damn, Reina - I honestly wasn't expecting the new girl to show up on time. I was planning to finish going through the reel while waiting for her. Could you hang out for a few more minutes in case we need you for something?"

Bored expression not changing, the ponytailed young woman shrugged and went over to the refrigerator, pulling out a can of coke. "I guess. I'll go get changed." she popped it open and went back down the hall to a bedroom door. Strangely, Jules could still hear the sound of running water from the open bathroom door.

"Okay. Brianna, after Reina is done, go get changed. We have you doing a swimsuit scene for 'Beach Babe Hookups' with Ryan after he's recovered some. There's no script or anything, it's another gonzo thing. That'll be five fifty, plus another hundred if the new girl works out."

"Um..." Jules felt a blush rising in her face and struggled to keep her expression neutral. "You said 'casting'? So is this going to be for a... thing you're doing in the future and I'm not actually going to do anything today?" she felt conflicted. Part of her was relieved, but she really needed the extra cash, especially if she was actually going to pay back that guy she'd robbed (if he ever showed back up).

Curly mop of hair bouncing, Sam shook his head. "Nah, castings are paid. Brianna told us you were hoping to make some money."

The sleepy-eyed guy with the goatee chuckled and leered at Jules. "I think she's definitely going to be able to do that. Don't scare her away, Sam! I really want to see how she does."

Jules awkwardly cleared her throat as Sam led her over to the loveseat and motioned for her to sit down. He handed Jules a sheaf of papers and a pen. "Go ahead and sign this consent form, Jules. It's just the standard legal stuff. You're not agreeing to do anything except be recorded. It's just whatever you're comfortable with."

The legalese was rather opaque to the sporty young woman sitting nervously on the couch. Nothing leaped out at her as being sinister, so she signed. And as soon as she put the papers down, paperclipping a copy of her driver's license to them, one of the cameras was pointed at her.

...

Social maneuvering. The producer attempts to talk her into doing as much as possible. If he fails, Jules will only agree to do 'solo'modeling'. Depending on how many successes he accumulates, she will do more and more. 2 would be enough for oral. 3 would be enough for sex. 4 will be enough for raw sex. 5, an exceptional success, means Jules can be talked into anal and/or a creampie. As per usual, due to her atrocious social attributes, Jules has only 1 door for him to get through. Jules' first impression of the director is 'average', so he will attempt a first impressions roll based on the overall vibe his set gives off. He rolls Wits + Socialize with a -1 situational penalty, with a dice pool of 4 (3 + 1 with 'porn sets' specialization).

https://orokos.com/roll/1010142 0 hits, a failure. This means that if he fails his initial roll to convince Jules, he won't be able to try again for roughly a week. He tries to put her at ease and convince her with persuasion + manipulation. Sam has a manipulation of 4 and a persuasion of 2 dots with a specialty in negotiation. Since someone in his position is accustomed to talking to attractive girls he doesn't feel the need to blow any willpower on this test. Jules resists with her composure, giving Sam a dice pool of 6. However, he also has money. In the Werewolf: the Forsaken system, a sum of cash is treated as a form of social equipment. To ensnare Jules, he offers a significant amount, making it a two-dot piece of equipment, so his total pool is 8 dice.

He gets an impressive 4 successes. https://orokos.com/roll/1010146 4 successes, meaning she will be willing to do anything short of anal or creampie.

...

While Jules was sitting there stiff-backed, the bathroom door swung open again. She glanced past Sam and the other two guys to see a man with a body-builder's physique, with a visible six-pack and bulging pectorals. His brown hair was done up with frosted tips and a variety of tribal tattoos all over his arms and chest. Exactly what Jules thought of as a stereotypical male porn star, just like Reina was pretty much exactly what you'd expect a female actress to look like.

And... like Reina, he was only wearing a towel. Jules felt a surge of nerves, and perhaps a little excitement. But he didn't even glance at her - it was if she was invisible. He walked up and had a mumbled conversation with the camera guy, and then spoke to Sam.

"Hey, this is Jewel. She's auditioning today. You want to earn another 60 bucks, Ryan?" Sam asked.

The porn stud glanced at Jules again, looking wary. "Did the other girl cancel out for that WMBF scene we had scheduled?"

"No," Sam shook his head, "Bri is getting changed, but-"

'Ryan' shook his head vehemently. "Fuck no, man. I can't do 3 pop shots in a row. First-timers are a minefield, anyway. It's a casting couch thing, right? Just gonzo it with somebody who doesn't have a career to worry about." He retrieved a half-eaten sub sandwich from the refrigerator nearby, drifted over to a chair in the corner, and grabbed a magazine... as casually as any other office worker on his lunch break.

...

Jules uses her wits + empathy to try and figure out what is being said here and what the issue is. She's very bad at this kind of roll, having only a single die. https://orokos.com/roll/1010203 It doesn't work.

...

The sleepy-eyed guy with the goatee and the pierced lip jumped to his feet. "I'm down!" he said. "C'mon, man. Let me handle this one. Call it a bonus."

Having her body discussed so casually sent a shiver down Jules' spine - for this kind of guy, intimacy with a stranger was just a workplace perk, which he intended to shamelessly take advantage of. That's all she was, here - a sex object, to be passed around or bummed off a friend like a pack of cigarettes. Sam, for his part, shrugged noncommittally. "Let's see what she's up for, first. Neil, start the recording."

The little blinking red light transfixed Jules as she sat - wordlessly telling her that there was no going back now. She heard a familair sinister whisper in her ear: Do you really mean to submit yourselves to these weak creatures? If you want their little green papers, you should just take them. It would be easy. Jules did her best to tone out the unwelcome intrusion by the voices in her head.

Sam, oblivious to the psychological demons tormenting the poor girl sitting in front of him, spoke in a smooth, reassuring voice. "So, we're sitting here with Jewel today, and we're going to do a little audition. So, Jewel, you know what kind of modeling we're doing here, right?"

"Yup." she said, her voice tense.

"Are you a little shy?" Sam asked.

"Sort of. It's fine, though." Jules said in a somewhat sullen tone.

"Okay, okay... so, as I'm sure we can all see, you're probably the hottest new girl we've had come in in... maybe ever?" he chuckled at his own joke. "Stand up for us? Damn, you're really tall, I don't know if I can fit all of you in the camera." he said, as Neil panned the camera down to take in Jules' athletic shoes and long, toned legs, then up to her face, before zooming in on her chest. "How tall are you?"

"Five foot eight." Jules said, her expression still blank as she stood stiffly and kept her arms at her sides.

"So, a very important question before we go any further, for those of us who wanna stay out of jail... how old are you, Jewel?"

"I'm eighteen." Again, Jules' response was simple and matter-of-fact.

But the director acted as though she'd just said something extraordinary and magical. "Eight~teen! Wow! Are we lucky or what? So I guess it goes without saying that this will be your first time doing this kind of modeling?"

"Yup."

"So, I love that tan you've got kicking... is that natural? Are you Cuban, or...?" Sam let the question hang meaningfully.

"I've lived in Florida my whole life. My grandparents were from Mexico. And El Salvador, I think." Jules said. "Hey, I'm getting paid for all this, right?"

...

Jules attempts to engage in banter. Being an extremely attractive young woman doing the faux-interview for a porn scene seems like the kind of social situation that would be impossible to mess up from her end, but as unstable as she is right now, she still needs to roll. She rolls manipulation + socialize with a -1 penalty due to the unfamiliar situation, plus one for her attractiveness, a total of 4 dice. https://orokos.com/roll/1010169 1 success, she manages to not be too weird.

...

"Yes, absolutely. We can't talk about exact amounts on camera but I promise, you'll be very happy with it." For emphasis, Sam held up a paper envelope and pulled several ten dollar bills out. It looked like a surprisingly thick envelope, if those were all tens. Jules felt suddenly acquisitive. A rush of excitement ran through her at seeing so much money, just as it had when she'd impulsively robbed Todd's wallet a few weeks back. How much was there? It looked like maybe a thousand.

Sam continued. "Go ahead and take your jacket off. And... Damn. Those athletic spats you've got on... could you bend over and lift your skirt up for us, Jewel?"

Sticking out her rear, Jules lifted up the pleated blue miniskirt and showed off the firm, perfectly-rounded ass that good genetics had gifted her. Since she wasn't wearing anything under them, the bright lights allowed the camera to see the 'camel toe' showing through the snug black lycra.

"Yow!" Sam yelped melodramatically. "Okay, turn back around. I've gotta say, I love this sporty style you've got going on. Lift up your shirt a little so we can see your stomach?"

Jules did as asked and showed off her midriff and navel: her prized washboard abs, muscle definition peeking tantalizingly through her soft skin. "Actually, go ahead and take your shirt off." Sam urged. Jules's fingers fumbled with her nerves as she undid the buttons on her blouse and set it aside, leaving the camera looking at the sports bra clinging to a bust that was only slightly smaller than the silicone-enhanced tits Reina had been sporting.

"Holy shit. I don't mean to be rude but I gotta ask, Jewel - are those natural? Because they look all natural to me."

Unable to avoid smiling a little at the compliment, Jules nodded. "Guess I kinda won the lottery in that department, yeah."

"Wooooow." Sam's voice was as theatrical as a commercial announcer. "So you're the tall, toned, tan, all-natural big-titty tomboy of our dreams." He laughed at his own joke again, and Jules couldn't help but feel her smile widen. Sam continued: "Is that right? Are you kind of a tomboy, Jewel?"

"I dunno... well... I was on the track team and I always liked sports, especially basketball. So yeah, I guess I am."

Sam continued, his enthusiasm proving more and more infectious: "So, like I said, this is a casting, which means we need to find out what you're comfortable doing. Some stuff pays better than others. It was another girl who recommended this gig to you, right Jewel?"

"Yeah." Jules nodded again.

"Just a friend? Or a girlfriend?" Sam gave her a mischevious smirk as he leaned forward in his seat. "Are you a lesbian? Or bisexual?"

Jules felt nervous tingles run through her spine again as the questions got more explicit, reminding her why she was here - but it was starting to be a pleasant kind of nerves. "Uh... not really. I've never done anything with a girl before. I guess I'm willing to try, though."

"Ohhh. But, heheh... you've... I mean, you're not a virgin, are you Jewel?"

"Not since a few months ago. I've had sex a few times." a nervous quaver entered the tomboyish young woman's voice. She could feel goosebumps forming on her bare shoulders, and crossed her legs nervously.

"Oh, whew! I was getting nervous for a second there." Sam said in a goofy voice. "So now that you've tried... do you like sex?"

Jules swallowed heavily and shrugged. "Sure, I had fun." she said noncommittally. But then her voice took on an edge: "That's kind of a weird question though, don't you think? If the answer was 'no', I'd probably just lie about it. If I said 'No, I hate sex, I only did it because guys pressured me into it', it'd make this whole thing really fucking awkward."

Sam was unfazed by her sharp reply. "Oooh! Touche!" he said mischievously. "But it's all good Jewel. There's no judgment here. Just be honest. We can take it. Say as little or as much as you feel like, but honesty is the best policy. With that in mind," he rolled his voice with an almost feline purr, "what's your favorite position?"

A redness spread on Jules's nose and neck as her mouth felt dry. "Um, well," her voice cracked a little, "I've... only been with a few people so far, so... I haven't done it any way except normally so far."

"Normally?" Sam asked, voice dripping amusement. "What's normally? Bondage gear and half a dozen midgets?"

A little laugh bubbled up from Jules's throat, surprising her. "Oh, fuck off. Think you're a comedian... God. You know what the fuck I mean! Lying down on my back. With the guy on top." Jules said in a smaller voice. "Or on my knees, using my mouth."

"Yeah, I know what the fuck you mean. Pun intended?" The other guys watching, including Ryan, chuckled at that one, and Jules shook her head. As she shifted again in her seat she noticed that she was starting to get... hot between her legs. A feeling of dampness was building up. The whole situation was just dangerous enough to be really exciting.

"Wow, so that's it, huh? And here I was thinking that you looked like a bad girl." Sam said.

'Well, I'm hearing voices in my head telling me to kill, and I'm currently under investigation for ****.' The words didn't come out of their mouth, but they flashed through her mind. She wanted to say it. She wasn't sure why, she knew it wouldn't help. She immediately second-guessed herself, wondering why she'd even considered saying such a thing.

Sam was starting to look a little concerned as Jules stared off into space. She realized she needed to say something. 'Fuck', she thought to herself, 'this isn't hard. They just want to hear the most basic kind of sexy talk. I don't have to overthink this. They're horny guys and they want me to want to fuck them.'

...

At this point, since she is earnestly trying to do what's expected of her, Jules will engage in an extended task, rolling her Presence + Expression. Unlike previous rolls, which were mostly instant actions (i.e. a single roll for a single action), this will be an extended task where she rolls several times and accumulates successes. Here's her first roll - 4 dice from her presence + expression skill, 1 from her attractiveness merit, and one from her 'sexy clothes' equipment as in the last scene. Needless to say, you get the equipment bonus from a sexy outfit even if what you are doing with it is taking it off. Especially if that's what you're doing with it. https://orokos.com/roll/1010170 1 success so far.

...

Jules leaned forward and stuck her tongue out a little. "Oh, I am a bad girl. You have no idea how much of a bad girl I really am."

"Oh? Yikes, sounds like we should be careful. So if a guy pushed his luck a little too far, you'd just kick his ass? Has that ever happened before?"

Jules smirked, her former coldness completely melted, and did a playful 'guilty eye roll'. "Maaaaybe."

"I guess anyone you're with had better think twice before they try giving that hot ass of yours of a spanking, huh?"

"I didn't say that." Jules winked at the camera, getting into it.

"Fuuuuck... I think... I think I just forgot half of the questions I was going to ask you." Sam said, voice charged with anticipation. "If this was just an audition for cute banter, I'd cut the video here. But it's for a little more than that, thank God. So, Jewel - what we do for our site are mostly what we call 'boy-girl scenes'. Do you know what that is?"

"Uh... doing sexual stuff with a guy? Right?" Jules pulled her legs up onto the couch with her, sitting with her feet together and legs spread, resting her hands on her knees... thus giving the camera a view up her skirt.

"Yeah, but more specific. You can have a scene where you're giving a blowjob, or doing anal, or having a guy use a toy on you. In a boy-girl scene, the focus is on 'sex ed class' stuff. You know. Fucking. Before we go and jump into threesomes or anything kinky, why don't we have you show us how you can do in a scene like that? It pays better than solo stuff or girl-girl or giving blowjobs."

Jules swallowed heavily. She could still bail. Or say that she wasn't willing to go that far yet. "Um... honestly, I'm kind of nervous... but, if I'm going to be doing this kind of thing, there's probably no point dragging it out. Sometimes it's better to just rip the band-aid off, right?" she shrugged. "So... okay. I'll do it."

"Alright! Fantastic! Now, Jewel, believe me, I would love nothing more than to come over there and see how those amazing tits feel... but I don't have permission to do that right now. There's a certain someone who wouldn't be happy to see me with another girl. So... Jake! You're up, you lucky asshole."

The sleepy-eyed guy with the goatee grinned from ear to ear and leapt to his feet excitedly, leaning over to give the director a frat-boy fist bump as he came to the couch and flopped down on it next to Jules.

Jules scrutinized him. Part of her wished that it was Ryan, with his bodybuilder physique, instead of this guy who gave off a 'lives in his mom's basement and plays guitar in a tribute band' vibe.

"Sorry," Sam said. "normally I'd have a professional lined up to work with you. But this was on short notice. And since Jake never gets any, we don't have to pay him, so what would normally go to your co-star I'll toss in with you. The girl gets paid a lot more for a boy-girl scene than the guy does, natch, but that's still sixty more than you'd normally get. This is just to show that you can go the distance, so you don't worry too much about performing. Think of him like a practice dummy to warm up with."

Grinning greedily, Jake scooted over and wrapped an arm around Jules' waist, reaching up towards her chest with a lecherous clutching hand. "Can I...?"

Jules swallowed heavily. It isn't something she would have noticed before her blackout incident, but since then, her senses had all been somehow sharper. She could smell excited sweat and the bitter scent of male musk wafting off of the man leaning against her. "...Yeah. Go for it." she said. It still shocked her sometimes how she went from being a diligent, well-behaved, virginal student athlete to selling her body to strangers in just a few months.

For his part, the guy didn't need to be told twice. He began fonding and squeezing the enormous breasts of the fit, tanned tomboy sitting next to him with eager abandon, his fingers sinking into the soft, squishy globes through her sports bra. He undid that bra and yanked it off, exposing the huge firm melons and perky brown nipples for the camera to see.

While one hand kept squeezing her breasts, Jake's other hand came to rest on Jules's tummy and felt her firm abs, brushing his fingertips over her navel, before slipping lower. Excitement ran through her body as his fingers slithered down to her crotch like lively snakes.

"Ohh man. She's already wet. I think that interview made her horny.." Jake said insolently, giving a smug smirk to the camera. He leaned in and pushed his face close to Jules.

She started to react, to tell him 'no kissing'. But although her mouth opened, no words came out. Wouldn't that be ridiculous, after what she'd agreed to? So she just closed her eyes as Jake gave her a peck on the lips, then another. She felt the cold protrusion of his lip piercing pushing against her chin. At least he wasn't putting his tongue in her mouth. His fingers slid inside her moistening labial lips and the fingertips began to gently explore her insides. The camera caught the lewd sight of his hand moving around inside her tight black spats.

Jules felt a heat growing in her stomach. Her inner muscles relaxed after the initial nervous tightening. Jake pulled her butt up into his lap and grabbed the edge of her spats, pulling them down. The black material bunched up in his hands is it was yanked down past her knees and awkwardly slipped off - since she'd laced up her sneakers tightly, they stayed on even as the spats slipped off. With a clink of a zipper, Jake's hand unzipped the troubled girl's skirt and pulled it off too, leaving Jules in nothing but her athletic socks, her sneakers, and the black choker worn around her neck.

"Damn that's hot." the camera guy said. "Can we see that sweet ass for the camera again, baby?"

Jules waggled her bottom at the camera, now with her bare pussy completely visible. And used her hands to spread herself wide. 'Holy shit', she thought to herself. 'A bunch of strangers are looking at me down there... they can even see my asshole. And it's being recorded...'

"Now, I don't mean to offend any sensitive listeners..." Sam said in a joking voice, "but I think that is what would have to call 'a whole lot of ass'. Let's all give a big hand to Jewel here for showing us that 'fit' does not mean 'skinny'."

There was a metallic clink and a sharp *ZZZZIP*. When Jules glanced over, Jake's jeans were already on the floor and he proudly had his dick in his hand.

"Cut!" Sam said. He smiled. "Jewel, you're doing fantastic so far. I'm not just saying that to reassure you, I really mean it. 5 out of 5. Now, for this part, remember that this is for video, not for Jake to have a good time. Don't go too fast, and try to make some noise while you're doing it. Like I said before, since this is your first video, I want you to be comfortable, so don't worry about timing, just move on to fucking when you're ready."

Having it stated so bluntly by a man looking right at her naked body under the intense glare of those portable lights, while another man was expectantly stroking his dick right next to her, made Jules suddenly aware of how demeaning the situation was. But somehow, that curly-haired guy Sam, who looked like the pleasant, dorky IT guy you'd call in when your computer wasn't working right, was able to make it all seem so normal and reasonable. Like if she freaked out now and ran for the door, she'd be the weird one, not them.

Not that she really wanted to run, anyway. Even though everything about this situation was the exact opposite of romantic, Jules still wanted sex. Things like 'dignity' weren't in her body's vocabulary. Her mind knew that none of these people cared about her as a person and saw her as an object.

But her body really wanted a dick right now. Jules took a deep breath. "Okay. I can do that." She looked back at the expectant Jake. "Just put the condom on when you're ready, I guess?"

Jake shot Sam a look. Sam clicked his tongue. "Um, Jewel, I don't know if you've watched much adult video before, but generally the guy doesn't use a condom."

Jules raised an eyebrow. "Okay, uh, I didn't know that. But isn't this just a practice video or whatever?"

"We're still gonna sell it. I mean, I can't just pay you almost a thousand bucks for a video for my private spank bank." Sam said, as if all this were obvious.

Jules had been a good student, and one thing she remembered quite clearly from sex ed class was 'use a condom every time if you don't want a baby'. "I guess that makes sense, but I'm not on the pill, so...?" she trailed off with an implied question.

...

Jules uses persuasion + manipulation. She'd probably do better if she took a hard line with intimidation but she is still disarmed by the highly successful social maneuvering earlier, so her dice pool is only 2. https://orokos.com/roll/1010207 no successes.

...

"Usually, in a porn scene, the guy will finish on your face or in your mouth, Jewel. That's what we'll be doing this time. A condom makes that a lot more difficult. That's the hardest part to re-shoot if it doesn't go right the first time." Sam explained patiently. "You don't have to swallow it if you don't want to. Jake can just blow his load on your ass or on your stomach."

Without giving her any time to respond, Sam's hand moved to flick the camera on again. "And... action! Show us what you can do with a cock, Jewel."

Hiking the gorgeous ass that years on track team had given her up in the air, Jules knelt on the loveseat cushion and approached the man's lap from the side. She stuck out her tongue and ran it up and down the side of the veiny shaft.

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Jules rolls her second presence+expression roll to perform. She's already expended her sexy clothes by stripping them off, so she is now just rolling 5 dice for her attribute + skill + attractiveness merit. https://orokos.com/roll/1010209 She gets 0 successes this time.

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The first thing she noticed was how strong the smell was, even more than the taste. The sweaty male musk was overwhelming. Even though she wasn't touching herself, her clit felt like it was burning even as she focused completely on the man. She closed her eyes and took the swollen head into her mouth, wrapping her tongue around the cock and starting to bob up and down. Remembering what Sam had said, she tried to slurp as noisly as she could, drenching the hot, throbbing shaft with saliva and sucking air past her lips as she bobbed up and down. With one hand she gently caressed the sleazy guy's balls. Whether acting or genuine, Jake let out a heavy groan as she got her lips almost all the way down to the base before she started to gag.

"Daaaaamn! Nice, girl! She's a natural!" Jules heard a familiar female voice break in. She started to pull off to glance up reflexively, but Jake firmly put a hand on the back of her head to urge her to keep going, getting her to increase the pace of her movement. His other hand slid over her back and began squeezing her ass cheeks. Neil, the camera guy, took the camera off its stand and carefully brought it over to show a close-up as Jules came up for air.

Unfortunately Brianna's voice and the camera close-up messed up her rhythm. She suddenly leaped up a little too fast and bumped into Neil with her elbow, almost making him drop the camera. All at once, her nerves betrayed her - and she landed right on Jake's stomach with her knee as she struggled to keep her balance. Being a tall, muscular sporty girl rather than a petite waif, this this made him grunt in pain.

Neil, the camera guy, couldn't stop himself from starting to giggle, stopping recording before being told. While Sam buried his face in his hands, laughing softly, Jake had a chuckle, too.

"Brianna, Jesus," Sam said, "Don't distract the new girl when she's doing well! Are you trying to sabotage her or something?"

Jules looked back and saw Brianna in a shiny lime-green two piece bikini. The shiny fabric was very flattering to her excellent figure - much like Jules, it was clear that Brianna seldom skipped a workout, with a perfectly trim midriff and muscular thighs. She was giggling. "Oh shit, oh shit... I'm sorry, girl! I should have kept my big mouth shut."

But Jules wasn't smiling or laughing with them. Just when she'd been able to focus on the physical act itself and put the artificial, exhibitionistic nature of this whole thing behind her, the absurdity of the situation was pressing in on her. Having sex with someone for money is one thing. It's still intimate, and you're still trying to please each other. But here, every time she started getting comfortable and starting to look forward to it on a purely physical basis, even with an unattractive man, as soon as she stopped to think for even a moment she realized how sick the whole thing was.

Taking a deep sigh, Jules looked down at her naked body and crossed her legs, putting her arm over her chest. "I think... I need to stop."

Almost immmediately, three separate voices stopped laughing and turned into murmurs of concern and **** attempts to reassure her, all stumbling over each other. Jake rested a hand on her shoulder in what was probably meant to feel reassuring, but she leapt to her feet and pulled away from him.

"No no no no no! Jewel, you were doing so good! You know we can't pay you anything unless we finish, and, you've already gone pretty far, so-" Sam started wheedling.

"Shut up!" Jules shouted at him sharply. The room got awkwardly silent. "Calm down, Jesus. I just need to use the bathroom, okay?" She started awkwardly stomping towards the bathroom. Since she was still wearing her sneakers, the heavy clomping sound made Brianna visibly wince.

Jules felt delicate fingers on her shoulder. "Hey, it's alright, I got a little bit of the jitters too, I'm sorry I-" Brianna started to say, but Jules brushed the other woman's hand away.

"Just... no, okay? Brianna, you brought me here to fuck some weird guy on camera. And... whatever, I'm gonna do it. But could you please not watch?" Jules herself wondered why that, of all things, had bothered her. Maybe because it'd been a long time since she had a positive interaction around anyone without feeling like she was having to play a role. She hated associating Brianna with those pigs.

After using the toilet - she hadn't been quite lying - Jules put her hands on the countertop in the motel bathroom and stared at herself. She noticed that there were two sprigs of hair, one on each side of the top of her head. They looked ridiculous - almost like animal ears. She tried smoothing them down with the palm of her hand, but they stubbornly refused to lay flat.

Jules looked at herself in the mirror. Her supple light-brown body was on full display. The perfect balance of fit muscle tone and soft curves... she rested her hands on the undersides of her almost gravity-defying breasts, giving them a soft squeeze. "What good did these big tits ever do me, except add seconds onto my track time, and make assholes hit on me, and make annoying bitches talk about me behind my back?"

She stared at the mirror, and her eyebrow twitched. "Come on. I know you're going to say something. Out with it already." she hissed.

How utterly pathetic. The raspy male voice came to her ear. Even if you need their paper scraps, will you truly allow such a weak-blooded mongrel to mate with you? You should simply kill them and take what you need from their bodies. The other humans will not miss such scum. And if your body itches to procreate, at least you should select a human who can prove himself in combat.

Eyebrow twitching, Jules screwed up her face. "Of course. You're still just as talkative as ever, and even more weird. Why are you complaining, anywasy? Didn't you agree to stay quiet for the next 24 hours if I went through with what the female voice wants? Scarlet-whatever?"

She misrepresented the nature of the event. I was told there would be hands lashing against skin, fingers gripping throats, and teeth leaving marks in flesh. And I believed you would put up a fight. Instead you submit to the weak and unworthy only to spite me.

The shrill feminine voice chimed in. Ohhh, Ragged-Red-Lip - you are as tedious as all of your brood. I think the Nuzsuzul has done well to find such useful servants. Soon they will be doting upon her. I am finding the entire situation quite delicious, and nourishing. Oh sweet Nuzsuzul, don't you see how they want to worship you? You can easily take their schemes for your own. Bring more females onto the altar, like that cunning girl brought you. Let me whisper to other females as I whispered to her. You can promise these males a steady stream of prey, and they will pay tribute to you... and to me.

The feminine voice continued in its lilting tone. And when I am sated, I will be quiet... and maybe if you tire of Ragged Red Lip, some day, I'll just eat him."

"That isn't what Brianna was doing." Jules banged her fist against the countertop. "She's... she was just trying to help me out. I need the money. To buy as many pills as I need to kill you fuckers so I can have something like a normal life. And if my body can pay for it - fine." She closed her eyes and slpped her fingers between her legs, starting to rub insistently at her clit, still eager for stimulation. "And... and I don't deserve a nice person like Nathaniel. Anyone around me is just going to get hurt while I'm like this. So if I'm gonna... mmmf.... get horny for no good reason..." her fingers started moving faster, and the cramped bathroom filled up with the smell of her pussy, "...I might as well take care of it by... fucking guys who don't deserve better than a psycho like me."

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Jules slammed the bathroom door on the way out. When she got back to the main room she saw that Brianna was sitting on the couch, casually stroking Jake's cock with her hand to keep him hard.. She leapt to her feet and smiled awkwardly. Jake, Sam, and Neil all looked nervous.

Taking a deep breath, Jules **** herself to smile. "Alright. So, I just have sex with him for, what, ten minutes and then he jerks off onto me, right? Let's get it wrapped up so I don't eat into Bri's time. I'll bend over the armrest to start, okay?"