The Rise of An Empire

"This new company is blowing everything out of the water. Started from barely a few weeks ago, Caesar Pictures is owned and produced by the husband and wife team of J.C. and Blondie Dithers. As an avant-garde business, they only have two primary talents within their roster, namely themselves. They are so unorthodox that they never bothered getting porn star aliases -- those are their actual names. They were discovered by rival company, Down Periscope Films, when a talent scout came across and filmed the happy couple during their honeymoon in what is now famously called 'Epic Honeymoon.' The viral video became a watershed for the couple to enter the adult film business.

A decent amount of photo shoots from Blondie later only increased her fame. The blonde beauty is the perfect package. Her natural breasts seemingly defy both the laws of gravity and reality: a pair of tits can't be that big and bouncy and still be called real. I will say again because it bears repeating -- her natural breasts look too perfect. Her body is also the hottest in the business. She has the height and poise of a beauty queen and the skin and muscle tone of a glamour fitness model. This is one girl every man dreams of being married to. Her biggest asset however is her face. She is just extremely beautiful. Some fans would describe it as a wonderful mix of Charlize Theron and Margot Robbie while others insist that it's more Scarlett Johansson and Jennifer Lawrence. Whoever Blondie reminds you of make one thing straight: it should be illegal for a woman to be this pretty.

Her husband also has gained notoriety among some fans. With only a handful of films completed, J.C. Dithers has proven to be a formidable porn star in his own right. With a surprising talent for sex and his magnum-sized cock, J.C. rivals most male porn actors despite his age. Some fans have even dubbed him as the next Ron Jeremy or 'the silver hedgehog.'

I'm submitting the review you've just read to our head office. We want to represent you. Your company is a rising star and we want to help. Some of our talent are dying to join your cause and we will be more than happy to send them your way. They are just not sure if you are exclusive only to each other and not anyone else. Here's my advice to you: if you wanna make it in the business, you have to be cutthroat. You gotta strike while the iron's hot, baby, and strike it good. If this is just a fun gig for the new couple to explore, then I see about a year or two for you to be in the business. But if you want to be legit, you gotta get fresh new faces, baby. Your main star will lose her luster soon if she don't get more action besides you and her together. Or, you can prove me wrong. Prove everyone else wrong by doing something entirely different. So here's my take, either get more talent or get a higher production value. Or both, whatever. This is a win-win situation where the only question is: how long do you want to win?"

"Who sent that?" asked Mr. Dithers.

Dagwood scrolled at the bottom of the email's page. "It's from West Hollywood One Regency Entertainment. It's a talent agency, boss," said Dagwood."

"I'm not going for or taking any gay talent," Mr. Dithers gruffly said as if asserting his manliness.

"They represent everyone, boss. But their clients are mostly girls," Dagwood said.

A malicious gleam appeared in the corner of Mr. Dithers' eye that only Dagwood was able to discern in but a fleeting moment.

"But what does it all mean?" Blondie asked. Blondie, who was sitting on Mr. Dithers' lap as her arms were wrapped around the old man, feigned innocence but was secretly excited as she listened to Dagwood read the email from the talent agency...

With her rising fame, Blondie has become an object of desire among all the men she would encounter. At Dithers & Co., the entire office building has seemingly been transported through time in the humiliating, misogynistic and sexually misguided era of the 1950s. Men would whistle and do catcalls to the most beautiful and most elusive female porn star that just happened to work as their boss' personal secretary. Female co-workers would snidely remark "slut" and "hussy" as Blondie passed by their desks. Even Mr. Dithers' business partners would openly tease, fondle and grope the helpless blonde as her husband encouraged her to show off her assets. "Sex sells," he would say to her. She endured the sexual harassments. If it wasn't for the love she had for her husband, she would have quit her job much sooner. And so she did, much to her husband's dismay. Her part time catering business had also been affected by her erotic alter ego. Her best friend, Tootsie was supportive of her business partner at first. Fans would come in droves to see Blondie and this increased business sales. Then, unusual requests from potential customers came in. A college fraternity wanted to host a topless pool party with a fully naked Blondie as the main attraction. A planned retirement party requested a giant cake for Blondie to come out of and perform a striptease for the host and guests. Another wished for a private lap dance and maybe a special evening of anything-goes to the future groom in a bachelor's party. Flattering at first, both of the women agree that it would be best if Blondie went on a hiatus from the catering business. Having taken away two of the most precious things in life from her, namely her ability to be close to her husband throughout the day and her passion for cooking professionally, Blondie had returned to becoming a full-time housewife. Her only refuge was their newborn baby, Augustus, and the comfort and love of her husband, Mr. Dithers. She relished her short time with her husband now that he had increasingly become busy with his regular work and their new business. She was reminded of her old days when she was the sexually frustrated wife of Dagwood when her ex-husband hardly had the time for her. And now, as Blondie sitting on Mr. Dithers's lap as she lovingly caressed his silver hair with her head on his shoulders, she was eager to hear what the rest of the message said. Her heart almost skipped a beat as she thought of the prospects of her new adventures...

"We ask you this because we recognize fine talent. Some say we go for the best. As we speak, AVN awards has nominated Blondie to 3 categories: Best New Starlet, Best Actress and the coveted Female Performer of the Year! We have the intel that Blondie is favored to win at least two of them...."

"Oh, my goodness! Honey, this is great news!," Blondie hugged Mr. Dithers close and gave him a long, passionate kiss. Dagwood cleared his throat and continued reading.

"Here is a list of talents that are interested in working with you, J.C. They come highly recommended and they're just as fine and hot pieces of ass like Blondie. Take a look and tell us what you like. I'll be waiting for your call."

"Boss, it's signed Mickey Ratzenberg. He's the head of the agency," Dagwood said. He turned around from the computer screen and saw Blondie and Mr. Dithers still kissing each other. Mr. Dithers was the first one to break their embrace to ask Dagwood more about the message. Blondie lovingly looked at her husband's eyes while he spoke; a thirsty glaze lingered in her eyes as if wanting more quality time with him.

"Don't know the man. I AM interested about those so-called talents that they're sending over," Mr. Dithers said.

"Honey, we can go to that later," Blondie interrupted her husband, "Don't you think it's time for us to celebrate? You might be married to the female performer of the year!"

Mr. Dithers looked at his irresistibly beautiful wife but glanced at Dagwood's computer screen. He wanted to see what the girls looked like and it both fascinated and aroused him.

"Well. I guess we can do a quickie," Mr. Dithers said to Blondie as she squealed and kissed him again with delight. Dagwood sighed.

"Do you want me to film you two, boss?” Dagwood asked.

"No, no, my boy," Mr. Dithers said as he and Blondie stood up and headed for the bedroom next door, "this is special time with the missus!"

Blondie laughed and half-trotted her way to the bedroom door, almost yanking her husband's arm in hurried anticipation. The door closed and a click was heard. Dagwood tried to see the rest of the agency's clientele. The women were all stunning and gorgeous; each one more beautiful than the last. Some of the faces he may have recognized from other adult sites and others from mainstream media. He saw a redhead's profile and realized that it was a famous channel 6 news reporter. Her profile claimed that she was interested in doing a little action in the adult entertainment business. There were other profiles from amateurs who've just started working in the business like a couple of hot housewives and even a well-known porn star. Dagwood felt numb that his ex-wife was now in league with these women. He felt ashamed for her as the world now views her as a piece of meat. As he continued reading, he could hear the muffled moans and grunts of Blondie and Mr. Dithers behind the door.

"Ohhh! Haaah! Right there! Haaah! Haah! Yes! RightthererightthereRIGHTTHERE! Ohhhhh, yessss!" Blondie was smiling and groaning in ecstasy as Julius had her pinned down from on top of her while holding both of her arms up.

"Umph! Mmph! Umph! Mmph! Umph! Mmph!" Mr. Dithers was fucking Blondie fast and hard. His penis jackhammered through her vagina as sweat quickly built up among both of their skin. He stared at her rapidly bouncing breasts as he brought her arms higher to expose her smooth and creamy armpits. Her legs were already clamped tightly around his lard butt. Outside, Dagwood grimaced and made a mental image of Blondie and Mr. Dithers in sexual congress. Rhythmic thumping could be heard as Blondie's moans escalated in timbre.

"Haaah! Aaah! Haaah! Haaaah! Ouiyaaah! Haaaah!" Blondie arched her back up and expanded her already bouncing breasts. She wanted to embrace her husband but he was still pressing onto her wrists tightly. She could only manage to bring her arms closer to her head as she tilted it back more and clasped her husband's body tighter with her legs.

"Aaaaarrrggh!! Raaaaaghhhh!"

"Haaaaah! Ooouuuhhh! Haaaah..." Blondie and Mr. Dithers climaxed almost at the same time. He did not pull out. She felt the entire load as a gentle warmth surged inside her nether regions. The panting and heaving old man dropped his sweaty head in between Blondie's moist breasts. He let go of her arms finally and she was able to embrace him. Her fingers played and swirled around his hairy back and it felt good to him. But Mr. Dithers didn't linger for too long. He slowly lifted himself up and disengaged from the panting blonde woman beneath him. Blondie was still shivering in ecstasy and was too helpless to stop her husband from leaving her.

When Dagwood finally heard the door unlock and swing open, he saw a naked Mr. Dithers lumbering towards him. Dagwood almost reeled in disgust at the sight of the damp ball of fur and fat walking towards him but he was able to catch what was behind the door. He saw his beautiful ex-wife lying naked and spread eagled on the bed; her breasts were rising and falling from the exhaustion of sex, her luscious skin glistening from passionate lovemaking, her vagina still wet and agape from the erotic coupling. She was a goddess -- lying prostrate from the sexual intercourse she just had with a repugnant, dirty old man she called her husband. The odd couple was as an unusual a paring as a fat bulldog breeding with a golden retriever. Dagwood showed his boss the rest of the message which showed the profiles of other porn stars.

The convention was full of beautiful people from the business. Flashes from nearby cameras illuminated the affair like firework sparkles. Dagwood was invited by Blondie and Mr. Dithers to attend the awards show with them, much to Dagwood's chagrin. The women wore revealing attire: the fashion industry would mock it in a New York minute, but in here, the less you wear, the better you look. Blondie had somehow embraced this level of sluttiness as well. She was wearing a long, sleeveless, silver sequined evening dress. It had a slit that cut all the way up to her hip so everyone marveled at her toned long legs as it peeked out whenever she walked. Her wide, bare shoulders and fit frame were the envy of every woman. Her breasts complemented her enticing cleavage. She adorned her skin with a light sprinkle of stripper glitter. But everyone was taken aback by her gorgeous face. She was just breathtakingly beautiful; time almost froze while all eyes on her drank in the vision of an enticing sexual goddess. Even as these people were used to seeing and fucking gorgeous women on an almost daily basis, it was just a breath of fresh air to see a real head-turner. Mr. Dithers clung to his bride proudly. Dagwood did his best to avoid all forms of eye contact. Blondie found it all amusing. Numerous people went up to Blondie to introduce themselves or even try to touch her. Porn stars affectionately touch each other like how dogs sniff another canine. They've accepted Blondie as one of their own and they all couldn't wait to work with her. Blondie smiled pleasantly. This she felt was much needed vindication from the ridicule and oppression she felt at her husband's office or the unwanted advances from customers at her catering job. Her feelings of self-worth heightened this evening.

As the night wore on, Blondie felt more and more relaxed with the people she was now with. As expected, she won the New Starlet and Best Actress awards but the biggest one was up next.

"And the nominees are...," the host said as the lights dimmed to show the five nominees and a montage of their performances.

"Honey, I have something to tell you," Blondie whispered to her husband.

"I'm so proud of you, baby," Mr. Dithers said as they gave each other quick kisses.

"Will you still love me if I'm famous?," Blondie asked.

"Of course, dear! Now what was it that you wanted to tell me?," asked Mr. Dithers.

"And the Female Performer of the Year goes to...."

"Honey, I'm pregnant."