Readers may remember a story I did a few years ago, set in a a Spanish Brothel. This one has been sitting around on my computer for a couple of years, and I thought that it was time for it to see some daylight.

Part 1 Anything to turn a Penny

I suppose it was all my fault, right from the start. I was totally lazy, but I also had expensive tastes. The fact that I liked to dress well, eat well, and live well was my downfall.

Not having any real qualifications meant that I lived off my wits for most of the time, and one step ahead of the law all the time.

My name is Julian Spinks and my mother had told me I was a lazy sod before she and my father threw me out of the house with just a backpack of clothes and a razor to my name.

Everything else I had was destined for the pawnbroker to help defray the costs of my latest little exploit, a scheme which I had thought was foolproof until someone twigged that a chap called Ponzi had thought of it first. At least my folks had caught on before I was past the third mark, and it was then I found out that you can’t trust family to keep their mouths shut.

I lived on the street for a while and learned the one thing that determined my fate – never turn down a job, even it’s like nothing you have done before. Over the next few years, I did favours for angels and devils alike, carried out little jobs for heroes and villains, got my hands dirty and amassed enough cash to rent a place where I could wash them clean again.

By the time I hit my mid-twenties I had a nice little place to live, some reasonable furniture, a good TV and some sharp clothes that I had picked up cheap in the various sales and stalls. I was, however, getting bored of the life and wondered if there was anything more.

I had never had any problem getting girlfriends but most left when someone with more ‘prospects’ came along. I wasn’t stable enough to be husband material, but I did have the one thing that satisfied them while they were with me, and even brought them back for short visits while their man was out of town. My current playmate had been with me longer than most, but she had a job where she said I really helped her ‘fit in’.

Her name was Tanya, a radio operator in a cab company by day and Kitten, a starlet in porn movies by night. She had often told me that I should work with her, but I just couldn’t see the point. If you are reaming beautiful girls for a job, it could well be that you lose the enjoyment of doing it for fun after a while.

One day, however, she told me that her boss was looking for someone to play the hero in a porn serial. It was to have real acting, not just blokes jerking themselves off over girls who were on their backs talking dirty. She said that it would take a year working weekdays to make, as it was to show the life of the hero over fifty episodes.

The money was the one thing that turned my head, a thousand an episode, half up front per episode and the rest as a lump sum at the completion. Even my feeble brain could do the maths – five hundred a week for a year and twenty-five grand as a present sounded good to me.

Three nights later I was taken to the ‘studio’ – a large apartment across town. The movie maker was someone I twigged straight away. Andrew Maker was like a mirror image of me, and I knew that I would have to watch him at all times.

He sat me down and gave me a drink

“Kitten has mentioned that you are made for the job but, at the moment, I really can’t see it.”

I tried to give both a death stare, but he defused the moment.

“Kitten, go and put on that costume while I talk to Julian for a few minutes.”

She got up and went into another room.

“Julian, this part is not just the usual porn star standard. It will follow the life of the main character over a period of fifty episodes. Each episode will take about four days to film and another day to edit. It will then go on to a subscriber service which is followed by thousands of movie tragics around the world. It needs the main character to be well built but slim, manly but affectionate and willing to allow certain cosmetic alterations made to him as the episodes roll on. The story is of a virile young man who is picked up by a beautiful woman – no, not Kitten, she is too well known in the porn scene – and the woman enjoys him but slowly changes him to be the lover she always wanted.”

I sat back and took a sip of my drink and asked, “What changes?”

He said that I would be made to look like her ideal lover and some of the sex scenes would be quite realistic - very realistic. He then showed me a picture of the actress I would be playing next to, and she was an absolute knock-out! Just looking at her picture was enough to make my old boy twitch.

“There is just one screen test we have to do before I offer you the job; I guess you know what that is.”

He then stood and beckoned me to follow to the door of the room that Kitten had gone into.

He knocked and called, “Ready, Kitten?” and the door opened to reveal Tanya in a leather corset with her nipples peeping out and no panties to mar the view. She and I had enjoyed this bit of borrowed stage-gear a couple of times at home, and she already knew what it would do to me.

“Go ahead, do what I know you want to do but take your time and don’t worry about me or the cameraman, we are just figments of your imagination.”

Tanya took my hand and pulled me towards the big bed while Andrew faded back into the dimness of the room as opposed to the bright lights shining on the bed.

At the bedside she kissed me.

“Just be yourself, there is just us and I want you to take me in as many ways as you can. I know you can do this, and we may as well enjoy it.”

She helped me divest myself of my clothing and I heard an audible gasp as my member reached out to tickle her clit. One of my girlfriends had been a showjumper and she had told me that some men are built like horses and some like donkeys. Then she had smiled.

“You’re a Shetland pony with the dick of a stallion.”

The bed was big and beautiful, and Tanya became Kitten in a much stronger way than ever before. It was as if she had this incredible switch that turned on when the cameras rolled. I knew now why she did what she did because I was hooked from that evening.

We worked through the easy pages of the Kama Sutra, and she came more than once, as did I. It was heady stuff and I had lost count of the time before I finally collapsed on her.

When I rolled off and lay on my back there was gentle applause from the dark room and then the lights went on to reveal two cameramen, two sound men, Andrew and the girl who was to be the co-star.

The gorgeous creature came over to the bedside.

“Get lost, Kitten, this one is all mine now.”

Tanya got off the bed and picked up her things and went into the next room. The creature then smiled

“I am Yolande, and you my lad, are perfect.”

She then turned to the film crew.

“Get lost, Andrew, and take the boys with you. Leave the cameras running but take the recording gear when you leave the room. I am about to see just what this one feels like. I hope he is as good as he looks.”

When there was just the two of us, she quickly removed her clothes and straddled me as I lay there. She crushed her magnificent breasts to mine as she kissed me and I was ready again for anything.

If Tanya turned into Kitten under the bright lights, Yolande turned into a lioness and I am sorry to say that my body reacted to it, even after the previous session. By the time she called, “Enough, already!” I was very close to being totally wiped out.

She lay beside me and then said, “Go and shower, you stink of sex”

I laughed.

“So do you, come with me.”

She pushed me out of the bed and snarled.

“The difference, buster, is that on me it smells good.”

When I had showered and redressed, she had left the bedroom, and I went back out to the lounge where Andrew had a contract for me to sign. I read it up to the line where my wage had been increased.

The weekly amount was the same, but the residual had been doubled. I signed and was given an address to report to the following Monday morning.

It was in the industrial area and Andrew saw my surprise.

“This one deserves a proper sound stage because it will be a big hit. Don’t worry, we will send a car for you every morning because you won’t want to go by public transport by the time we get to episode thirty or forty.”

When I was ready to leave, I was joined by Tanya, and we left the building.

“I don’t know about you, but I could eat a horse.”

She laughed.

“Oh, I think I did a few hours back. But yes, I’m hungry and I’m buying. I’m telling the cab company that I quit because Andrew has given me a part in the serial, and I think at least one episode will see us together on a bed.”

We went to a steak house we both liked and had a good meal with a few glasses of wine. When we left, she told me that she couldn’t go another session with me today and flagged down a cab. I strolled home, wondering about the day.

I knew that I would need to put some cream on my dick as it was beginning to chafe on my undies. Perhaps I may need softer undies before this was all over.

Little did I know just how soon those softer undies would be entering my life!

Marianne G