Yes, shave

Still, Melissa didn't want to cause any trouble and definitely didn't want to draw any undo attention to herself. She got out a pair of scissors and trimmed her bush down, then lathered it up and shaved it down completely.

She'd never been bald before and after admiring it in the mirror for a while, she decided it definitely made her look more like a porn person, whether she was comfortable with that nor not.

Melissa didn't sleep well that night. 'And extra' she thought. She might not even have to be seen. Who knows how much in the background she'd be. There was no use worrying about it until she knew for sure what the work entailed. Besides, the fact that those pictures were out there should calm her. It's not like she was about to expose anything that hadn't already been exposed.

Still, Melissa didn't sleep well that night.

The next morning Melissa showered and prepared for the day, pondering for the first time in her life how one dresses for a porn shoot. She settled for a tattered and torn black top that she usually wore over another shirt, though this time she didn't and it exposed a good deal of her flesh. Then she slipped on a small leather skirt and after debating whether to wear panties under it, she decided to go with the panties. She could always take them off if needed.

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.

As she made her way to the door, she caught a glimpse of another person from the corner of her eye. It was a man, tallish and well built, with dark hair, a cut jaw and a little stubble. She didn't see him well, but from what she did see he was very attractive. She wondered if perhaps he was on the crew, and the thought of him seeing her naked filled her with discomfort and excitement. It all depended on what he thought of her when he saw her naked, she figured.

"Extra?" she heard a voice call out and turned. There was a nerdy, pudgy man standing with a clipboard looking at her.

She cleared her throat. "Yes."

"Name?"

"Melissa Corrigan."

He looked at his clipboard and marked something off. "College girl right?" He said, friendly enough.

"Yes" she answered, adding "Grad school" as she realized that she was older than anyone would expect a college girl to be, suddenly hoping that wasn't a problem.

The fat man looked her up and down. "Cute outfit." Melissa smiled. "Go inside." he added "second door on your right and strip."

So much for that

The second door on the right had the words "Extra Room" scratched into it. The whole building was a total mess, not that that particularly bothered Melissa. She'd played in some pretty dirty looking clubs with Tie-Died Pussy before. Still she was never expected to strip around naked in them.

The room was filled with about 20 other girls, most of them in their early-to-mid twenties, all naked, all sporting tattoos and piercings of some sort. Melissa felt a little old, but it was good to be surrounded by some bad ass chicks... her people."

She quickly befriended one of them, a brunette named Tina with a whole sleeve of tattoos. She had biggish c-cup breasts and a bald pussy. All the girls had bald pussies. Melissa felt good about that. She explained that she was new to the production, leaving out the part about it being part of a school assignment and asked for a bit of an explanation.

"We're supposed to be groupies." She said. Of course, Melissa thought. "The band's name is Cum Destruction and we're their loyal fans, or something. Get it?"

"I get it" Melissa answered.

"Hey you're pretty. Where did they find you?" Tina asked.

Melissa shrugged.

"This isn't your first shoot is it?" Tina looked her up and down.

"Of course not." Melissa lied

"Good. It'll be your first one like this though. Director Ladybite is a crazy person. You have to be ready for anything." Tina said.

The warning didn't seem promising for Melissa.

"A bit of advice..." Tina went on. "If he asks you to do something. Do it."

And after waiting for twenty minutes or so the girls were all corralled naked out of the extras room, down the hall and into what looked like a club. They all were told to gather up against the stage at one end where a short intense looking man stood at a microphone.

When they were all in place, he began to speak. "'Allo. I am Doctor Ladybite, ze director. How are you ladies?" They all mumbled back something resembling 'good'. "Great," the doctor said, not seeming like a crazy person at all. "Are you ready to be slutty?" And they all mumbled something resembling a 'yes.' "You are here to cheer. If any of you feel like groping, kissing or fingering the girl next to you, please feel free to do so." and the girls nodded in agreement. They were clearly used to this. Melissa found it all surreal.

Moments later, three men walked on stage with bottles of baby oil and proceeded to throw them onto the naked girls in the crowd. Melissa jumped as the cold oil hit her nude skin and hair. Soon, she was covered in the stuff, as were all the girls around her. She was part of a sea of slippery flesh.

As of yet she hadn't yet seen the hot man from the parking lot. She checked out the cameramen. Not them. The lighting guys. Not them. The men with the baby oil. Nope.

And Melissa was surprised to see him walk onto stage and pick up the microphone. "Who's that?" She asked Tina who was thankfully positioned next to her.

"That's John Stone. He's the star."

"He's a porn star?" Melissa was shocked. "He's gorgeous"

"Yeah," Tina agreed. "Wait until you see what's in his pants."

And then someone yelled "ACTION!" and the man began to sing. What he sang didn't matter much, some generic rock song and he had a good voice, Melissa barely heard. Instead she just stared him obsessively.

She cheered and jumped up and down, like a good extra, her skin slipping and sliding against Tina's and the other girls' around her. Her crotch tingling at thoughts of the attractive porn star.

Then the man finished his song and pulled down his pants, exposing his amazing manhood. It must have been 8 or 9 inches, thick and immediately hard. Melissa was so taken by it, she felt like she'd immediately lost oxygen. She barely heard him when he said "I'll need a volunteer from the crowd" and all the girls started jumping up and down, breasts bouncing, glimmering with oil, shouting "Me! Me!"

And Melissa, putting aside all shame, did so too, feeling like a dumb girl again with a big crush, hoping behind hope that the man would choose him, having fluttering fantasies of that wonderful cock inside her.

But he didn't. Instead he pulled some big-titted blonde bimbo from the audience and Melissa realized immediately that she was a plant. She was the star of the movie, standing in the audience certain to be chosen. Melissa felt like a fool. Did she really think he was going to choose her?

She was barely paying attention to the stage as the handsome man pushed his thick cock into the bimbo's asshole making her scream in joy and pain. The girls around her watched intently. Of course they knew this was all just a show and were able to enjoy it. Why had she forgotten?

Then the man pulled his dick out, flipped the bimbo around and crammed his meat into her throat. She gagged and gargled, gasping for breath, saliva pouring from the corners of her mouth, dark mascara running down her cheeks. The man took her throat deep and finally released her, a shuttering, smiling mess.

Melissa barely noticed.

An hour later, Melissa was back in the extras room, wiping herself down with a towel and putting her clothes back on.

"Wasn't that a great shoot?" Tina asked. Melissa shrugged. She still couldn't get John Stone out of her mind. It had been a long, long time since she'd found herself so obsessed, so rejected by a man, a stranger who she didn't even know, just someone with a handsome face and a great cock. In the moment, surrounded by a porn shoot, it hadn't been very difficult at all to become the kind of sex-obsessed person she'd never really been before.

"See you tomorrow." Tina said as she headed for the door. Oh god, Melissa thought. She did have to come back tomorrow. Then again, maybe it was for the best. Maybe she could quickly get over the artificiality of it all, the nudity, the sexy star, on a nights sleep. Maybe tomorrow she'd feel better. She could focus only on doing what she needed to do and passing her class.

That night, she wanted to google videos of John Stone but didn't want to watch him fucking other women. So instead, she mixed herself a drink, slugged it down and drifted off to sleep, rubbing herself to thoughts of John Stone fucking her, but she kept turning into other women in her fantasies.

The next morning she arrived on set, felling a little bit better. A night of sleep did help, as did masturbating. She felt refreshed. Who cared about the handsome porn star. This was just a job. In fact she'd worn just normal jeans and a t-shirt that day. She was already over dressing up for the gig. She was over being nervous.

But she didn't expect to be greeted by a near-empty extras room, filled with only five girls and fully clothed. Luckily Tina was among them.

"What's going on?" Melissa asked.

"They're sending people home" Tina answered. "They're not shooting today. Something's happened."

Melissa was confused. "What's happened? What's going on."

"The two main actresses for today quit." Tina said. "They might be shutting down the whole production." She sounded sad but complacent.

Melissa was hit with a plethora of thoughts. Does this mean she's done? Does this mean that her one scene would never make it to public viewing? Would she still be allowed to pass her assignment? Would she ever see John Stone again? She convinced herself that she didn't care about that last one.

"Wanna go somewhere and get a drink?" Tina asked. She looked very different in her clothes. Not necessarily like any normal girl. The tattoos still made up for that. But certainly not like anyone who'd be a porn extra.

"What if we did it?" Melissa found herself answering.

"What?"

"They need two girls right? What if you and me do it? You like John Stone too right?" Melissa wasn't sure why she'd decided to pursue it. She felt so **** doing so, but something inside her had insisted that she try to keep the production going.

"Um..." Tina hesitated. "Have you read the script for today? Even I have my limits. To be honest, I'm not surprised the actresses quit today." And Tina disappeared out the door, somewhat determined not to have the conversation.

And Melissa hadn't read the script, but couldn't have cared less. She was willing. She had to keep the filming alive. And all she needed was another girl to do it with her.

It was Alana, her band mate who'd said "We're here to support you" and Sonia had agreed. One of them had to be game.

'Although game for what?' Melissa finally started to wonder. There was plenty of time to convince Sonia or Alana to do the unthinkable later. Right now she had to know what that was.

She found a script and opened it.