Rachel tries to explain why she can't be in a porn movie

Rachel sighed, pulling her hand back from Billy. "I can't be in a porn movie," she told them.

"Why not? It's great, lots of pussy," he grinned, putting his hand on her knee. "Or in your case, cock. Or both!"

Rachel sighed in mock exasperation, pretending to swat him, but leaving his hand where it was. "I'm trying to be a model. Like my sister."

"You know, sister acts can make lots of money in the adult film industry," Tyrone told her.

Rachel jerked up like she'd been shot. "Cecilia!?" she exclaimed in a strangled voice. Her horrified expression turn to wild whooping laughter, and she sank back into the couch like a limp rag, inadvertantly sliding forward and nearly out of her skirt.

Tyrone's eyes fastened on her slightly spread legs, seeing the sweet pussy at their apex.

"Cecilia's a prude. She probably hasn't even had sex yet. She goes on and on about how horrible it is that girls put out, or dress like sluts. Or," she smiled wryly, lightly yanking the piercings in her belly button, "how only whores get piercings."

"What does she think about yours?" Billy asked, interested in spite of it being something other than what he'd wanted to talk about.

"Oh God," she snorted, rolling her eyes, not even noticing that she'd put her hand on Carl's leg or that his hand was on the middle of her naked thigh. "I got my belly-button pierced," she pointed down to the stud and loop, and they all happily looked. "And you'd think I'd tortured a baby. She was so horrified she didn't talk to me for a week."

She winced at the memory, softly rubbing around her little innie button. "It was horrible. I mean, I really look up to her, you know?" she looked to them all with a hurt little expression on her face. Carl patted her leg and she smiled a little tearfully.

"I actually took them out so she wouldn't see them."

"But you've got them and more now," Carl said, surprising her by touching her nipple. Billy's eyes opened wide, his mouth opening to tell off Carl, but Rachel just laughed, swatting his hand, and Carl slowly took the offending digit away.

"Yeah," she grinned. "I kept them out for all of two horrible days. I couldn't stand it and finally put them back in when I knew she couldn't see. At night, when sleeping, when she was away somewhere. When I was wearing something that would cover them." Her hands idly played with the piercings they were discussing, and the men eyed it with lusty thoughts.

As if she knew what they were thinking she grinned. "I realized I liked doing the things Cecilia hated so much. I mean, I'd already sucked cock before then, and I wasn't a virgin for a long time, but she thought I was still pure as the driven snow," she smirked, and the men squirmed a bit to relieve their swelling cocks.

Not Carl, though. He let his big hard cock poke out obscenely and in full view. Rachel's eyes kept stealing towards it, and she leaned into him as he casually draped his arm over her shoulders.