Golden Showers

As she read the details of John Stone pissing on two of his most devoted fans, Melissa didn't know how to feel. She could easily put the script down, walk out the door and still demand credit from Professor Klein for the filming she'd done. After all, it wasn't her fault that the shoot was cancelled. Hell, maybe even Professor Klein could find her another shoot to make up for it.

But it would still lack John Stone. And the more Melissa read, the more detailed the scene's description got, the more she felt a warm sense of calm wash over herself. She could do this. She wanted to do this. Well, maybe not that much. But she wanted to pass her class and she wanted to be with John Stone.

Luckily, Director Ladybite was in his office. She gave a courtesy knock and stepped in. He looked her up and down, and for a moment she felt groped by his eyes, but remembering he was a porn director after all.

"May I speak with you?" She decided to be as polite as she could. Doctor Ladybite had been nothing but polite on the first day of shooting, but something about him still made her nervous.

"You're an extra, correct?" He said. And Melissa felt a little honored that he'd recognized her. She nodded. "You should go home." He went on. "Ze filming is off."

"Actually I wanted to see maybe if I could help... maybe." Melissa took a deep breath. 'Don't stutter dummy' she told herself. The doctor director looked up. Melissa continued. "I was hoping, or thinking maybe me and a friend of mine could replace the girls who quit today..." and then a long silence.

"Zis is what you think?" Dr. Ladybite said, still gently. "But zis is not what you know. Ze script is just for starters. I can usually improve... what is ze word? improvize it more."

Melissa stared at him blankly. She wasn't sure what he was trying to say. Was he rejecting her offer or accepting?

"I'm saying zat zings may get more explicit zan ze script. Are you and your friend ready for zat?"

Melissa tried to calm her center. "Yes" she lied.

"Where is your friend?" Dr. Ladybite asked.

"I can bring her tomorrow. She'll be okay with it too. I'm sure." Melissa lied again.

"And you have read ze script?"

Finally Melissa could be honest. "Yes."

"And you are okay with it?"

"Yes." Melissa wasn't sure if she lied that time.

"Okay." The director said, his lips finally starting to curl into a grin. And Melissa felt a bit triumphant. Although the hard part would be convincing Sonia or Alana to agree. Then the other hard part would be actually filing the scene. 'One thing at a time' she thought. And more than she knew.

"Take off your clothes." She didn't expect the director to say. But he did say it. She looked at him curiously. He continued. "If you don't want zem to get wet, take zem off."

Melissa didn't move.

Doctor Ladybite grimaced. "I can't call ze whole crew back based only on a naive girl's promise. I must know zat you can do zis." He nodded.

Melissa nodded too.

That night, before going to see Sonia and Alana at the bar, Melissa took a long shower. As the hot water poured over her it was difficult not to replay the events of the day again and again. As the water dripped down her body it felt like something that was cleaning her, cleansing her dirtiness. But it also felt like something that was washing away what she had just become. And she wasn't sure she wanted it washed away. 'If Doctor Ladybite is a crazy person, maybe I am too' she thought trying not to admit to herself, that she had somewhat liked what she'd done that afternoon, failing. In the normal world, the mere thought of it seemed demeaning, degrading, disgusting. But in the world of the porn set it had made her feel excited, empowered, it had turned her into a different person.

Melissa thought about it and thought about it, over and over. She finally concluded that if she didn't have to go out into public that night, she may not have even showered, she may have sat around soaked in piss all night, enjoying every wet moment of it.

"Please not on my face." Melissa had said to Dr. Ladybite, as she knelt naked in front of him, as he pulled out his dick and pointed it at her. But as the warm, smelly urine sprayed out onto her tits and ran down the sides of her trembling body, making her hairs stand on edge, she felt herself getting lost in the insanity of it all. Had she really opened her mouth voluntarily and scooted forward, inviting his piss to fill it up. She had. And he did, until it poured out the sides of her mouth, back onto her body. And she smiled and laughed, and afterward leaned in and slicked off the tip of his cock.

She could still taste urine on the back of her tongue, despite having brushed her teeth four times since. And she decided that as long as her breath didn't suffer, she liked having that taste there. Just a little. In the troubling real world, it brought her back to the simplicity and pleasure of the porn world.

But she would never get back there without convincing Sonia or Alana to join her.

Melissa sat across from Sonia and Alana at a small table. She slid the script to both of them. Sonia wore a leather bustier that grabbed her b-cup breasts pleasantly and showed off the dark skin of her midriff, just above a pair of skinny jeans. Her thick lips were covered in hot pink lipstick. Her ear rings long and loopy. Alana had on a girl's cut Seattle Seahawks jersey and a pair of tight leather pants. Her frizzy hair fell in her fresh, young face although her nose piercings shone through it. Melissa tried to imagine herself on the set with either of them, their naked bodies displayed in front of John Stone, then covered in piss, then kissing each other, licking each other clean. She'd known these girls for so long. Been friends with them, close with them for so long. The thought was strange.

Still, 'Dr Ladybite would be pleased with either of them' Melissa thought. But from the looks on their faces, neither seemed too pleased with the script before them. Melissa had some convincing to do.