No, she didn't.

Kristen is clearly not amused with your joking. "Why did you recommend this to me?"

"You asked for a Sasha Grey movie. They're all pretty much like that." You say, trying not to be obvious.

"Well I've seen porn before, but I've never seen anything like this. It freaked me out a little."

"I'm sorry you didn't like it." Inside you can't help but find irony that the girl who tries to put up such an ambivalent image can so easily be shocked.

"So I called Sasha." Kristen said, now clearly getting nervous for some reason. This revelation shocked you at first. But if Sasha was producing her movie, then surely they could be in touch. "She wanted to talk to you."

This was odd. "Okay... is she on the phone." You're very confused.

"She's outside in the car. You should come with me."

Surprised and somewhat uncertain, you're not sure if you should believe her. And you're not sure if you should abandon your post at work. But the possibility of this is too good to pass up.

So you fallow Kristen out into the parking lot where there's a bit SUV waiting. Kristen slides open the side door and you jump in.

And sitting in the back seat, sure enough is Sasha Grey. Her messy black hair falls into her face and her eyes are circled by dark eyeshadow, her lips thick red lipstick. She wars a semi-see-through halter top. You can make out her small nipples. But then again, you've seen them before. And she wears a miniskirt and as her legs aren't closed all the way you can tell that she's not wearing any panties.

She smirks a bit when she sees you climb into the SUV. Kristen follows into the driver's seat.

"Are you the person who freaked out my actress?" she asks.

"Well... I just gave her a DVD of your work. I think you might be the person who freaked her out."

"Nice." Sasha smiles at that. "You could have started her off on something easy."

"You don't have anything easy. Did you ask me here to snip at me?"

"No" Sasha says sensing your annoyance. From the front seat Kristen takes a deep breath. "We asked you here because Kristen isn't sure she wants to do the movie now."

You're still not sure how this involves you. Then you worry that there's some sort of legal, contractual issue you've gotten in the way of. Luckily what Sasha says next quells that fear.

"So I decided Kristen needs to practice."

Your ears prick up. "Okay." you answer.

"And since you're the only guy who knows about this, and word travels fast in Hollywood, we want to keep it only one guy who knows about this."

"Okay" you get what she's getting at but you want her to say it.

Instead Kristen says it "So I need your cock." And with that Kristen starts up the car and drives from the parking lot.

You know instantly you're not going back. You're going to lose your job. But there are a lot worse ways to lose one's job

It's a short trip, but on the way Sasha explains a few details to you. You ask why this is a deal at all. It's for a movie and all the sex should be simulated. But Sasha demanded that Kristen's contract stipulate research, you suspect for her own demented pleasure. And while Kristen is indeed weirded out by Sasha's movie, she assures you she's still had plenty of sexual experience.

Sasha scoffs, "She's never even done anal."

"I have to." Kristen snaps back.

"Fingers don't count hon."

And soon you're around the block and arrive at a somewhat old and dirty apartment building.

"First thing's first." Sasha says as she and Kristen retreat into a bedroom. "You can take off your clothes and get yourself hard while you wait." She shouts out of sight.

And now's a slight moment of truth for you. You think of how this could all be some ploy or trick. But you have to take the situation as it is. You strip. Completely naked in this strange old apartment. And you grab your cock and stroke it a bit until it's reasonably hard. And wait.

In about five minutes Sasha and Kristen re-emerge, and your cock hardens the rest of the way.

They're both naked and it takes you a second to take in both nude bodies. They both look rather similar, small and tight with perky b-cup breasts, long shapely legs and bald twats. Your brain has trouble processing what you're looking at. Sasha Grey and Kristen Stewart completely naked, standing next to each other in front of you. Kristen's makeup has been done to look identical to Sasha's. Messy hair, thick black eyeliner, red lipstick.

They both glance down at your hard cock. Then Sasha turns to Kristen

"Alright hot stuff, what do you want to start with?" She asks.

Kristen bites her lip in thought. "I'll try anal. I'll do deep throat stuff and, um, rough stuff is fine. You can pull my hair and shit."

Sasha feigns a yawn.

"Okay okay' Kristen continues. "I'll do other stuff too." She's clearly nervous, her tough exterior has disappeared along with her clothes. "I'll try double penetration if you say it's that great."

Sasha mouths some words to her.

"Yes fine." Kristen gives in "Ill try ass to mouth." Sasha smiles. "But I'm not letting anyone piss on me" Kristen says with determination. "That's where I draw the line. It's just too demeaning, and no one with any self respect would let someone do that to them."

Sasha's eyes pop open and her smile grows wider. You're unsure if she's just felt insulted or not. But she turns toward you.

"Okay boy. Those are your options. Pick one and let's get fucking."