Part 14 Very Bad Penny!

As the room filled people started finding their seats and we went with the organisers to the head table.

The guy next to me sounded startled.

“You are sitting in Julians’ seat, is he not coming?”

“Never fear. All will come good as the night progresses. This is the first one of these that we have organised and there are a few wrinkles to be ironed out.”

He seemed happier and Sam got up to the microphone, made sure it was on and then started the proceedings.

“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the first subscriber social evening with stars of your favourite show “Penny from Heaven’. I am sure that all of you have been notified that your screening will take place later tonight and that you can log on when you get home and into something more comfortable.”

There was nervous laughter at that.

"After the meal your three guests will come up and you can ask anything you like, and they will consider their answers. We have some posters here that they will sign after that, as well as some very rare promotional items for you to buy. Enjoy the meal.”

He sat down to a smattering of applause, and we started being served. I could hear the occasional ‘Julian’ in the conversations as we ate. When we finished the meal, we three got up and went to the microphones.

Susan started.

“It is lovely to be here among our fans. It is a very odd experience for me after some years in the industry; this is almost like being at the Oscars.”

There was a bit of laughter and then a voice called out.

“We have been shafted! I paid good money to see the star of the show and Julian isn’t here!”

This was followed by a bit of grumbling from some of the guests.

I adjusted my microphone.

“Well said, sir. I must tell you, though, that Julian is here and has been all night.”

I could see them looking around.

“Let’s have a little auction, I will produce Julian to the highest bidder, anyone got a pound?”

It went wild for a while until the highest bidder was the original guy with the big voice who had offered a hundred and ten. I pulled the radio mic off the stand, and I could see the other two trying not to laugh as I went through the tables until I stood in front of him.

“Hello, Sir, what do we call you?”

He told the room his name was Curtis into the microphone.

“How do you want to pay, Curtis, cash or cheque?”

He pulled the cash from his pocket. I gave it to Sam who was standing behind me with his phone, filming.

“Now, Curtis, you want to meet Julian, the stud with the twelve-inch dick?”

He nodded and I used a very sexy Penny voice.

“Would you do me the curtesy of putting your hand up my skirt, you won’t have to go far.”

His face went white, and his hand disappeared up my skirt to feel my dick hanging down. He hyperventilated a few seconds as he made sure it was real, and then I held the microphone to his mouth.

He whispered.

“I take it all back, Julian is in the room,”

The crowd all started laughing. I got him to stand up, bow to the crowd together and then gave him a big kiss which made his face go from white to bright red.

On the way back to the microphones Sam whispered to me.

“That was wicked, Penny, but an absolute hoot.”

After that it was all good. We chatted with the crowd, answered most of their questions and made a bit of money selling posters and the rulers. We all sold kisses that were photographed at a fiver each and I had nine more guys give us a hundred and ten a piece to cop a feel of my dick, some of them wanting it captured on their phones.

The oddest part was the two well-dressed women who got the money off their husbands to have a feel as well. I gave them a kiss each as they did it while Elizabeth did the honours with their phones.

That night I entertained the guy who had sat next to me. He was truly wonderful, careful, and caring in bed. I did another thing that was new for me, and he screamed like a girl as I rammed into him. The poor guy did his best to return the compliment, but he would get no-where in the business, I had seen bigger on Tony when he was flaccid.

Susan and Elizabeth had guests as well, Susan with one of the organisers and his wife together; Elizabeth with two guys. By the looks on their faces in the morning everyone had their moneys’ worth.

The four of us had a late breakfast together in the dining room. Sam could hardly eat; he was smiling so much.

“You girls are going to be the death of me; I could hardly stop laughing last night after I got back to my room, but I had to keep my cool with the lady that thought I may be one of the extras. It was very new for me, but I do believe she went away with a smile on her face.”

We laughed and congratulated him for being an absolute star.

“Talking about stars. You lot are heading for a bonus this week. We took nearly ten times the amount that Andrew had budgeted to break even.”

We checked out and loaded up the people mover, and he took us on a tour of Glasgow with Elizabeth giving a running commentary as we went. Then it was back on the plane and home.

As we flew Susan held my hand and rested her head on my shoulder.

“Penny. This has been the best fun ever. I will feel bad when we get to the part of the show where I must enslave you. It will almost be like betraying a friend.”

I kissed her hair.

“Don’t worry, Susan, it’s just part of the story.”

Back home Sam took Susan home and then Elizabeth. When we didn’t head for the tower, I asked him what was going on and he said that Andrew wanted to have a word with me before he took me home.

I sat while we headed into a very ritzy area and pulled up in front of an imposing house. Sam led us to the front door and pressed the bell button. About ten seconds later Andrew opened the door and welcomed us in with a big smile on his face.

I was introduced to his wife, Emily, obviously from a well-to-do background.

She hugged me.

“Welcome, Penny, I have been trying to get Andrew to get you to visit us since you started the show. I have enjoyed every minute of the show as well as some hours afterwards. Andrew never got hot watching the usual films, but this one really gets him going.”

Andrew was slowly turning puce as she spoke; I think that this may have been one thing he didn’t want broadcast.

“Your husband is a real pleasure to work for and we all feel privileged to be on one of his sets. It is so professional it is easy to do the best we can.”

She had organised afternoon tea and we sat and chatted. Sam had streamed the event on Saturday evening as we did it and Emily told me that she had fallen off the sofa when I had confronted the heckler and got him to feel my dick in public. After our chat we got down to brass tacks.

It turned out that the whole company was a lot more convoluted than I had first thought. The couple whose house I was sitting in were the sole owners of the holding company and there were separate other companies for production, publicity, and distribution.

Tanya, as I had come to suspect, was a director in the production, along with Sam. Andrew and Emily wanted me to join the board of the publicity and distribution arms. The other girls were not to know. The thing was that I was to be listed as Penny Worth, Emily telling me that she could see me becoming Penny with every passing episode.

Before we left Sam gave Andrew a briefcase with our takings from our social evening and Emily counted and verified our result. She gave me a hug and handed me five hundred pounds.

“That is roughly half of what you took with your daring ploy. It could have gone either way, he may have lashed out, but you played to his sense of humour. You are the sort of person we need to move the studio away from the old porn that was nasty. The show that is running now is full of life. It has humour, aspects of love over sheer lust. I know that there are dark parts in the future, but I am sure that it will leave us with a feeling of contentment that everything turned out well. The original story the writers gave us had you totally enslaved and abused by any number of men, but Andrew thinks too much of your talent to allow that to happen.”

When I carried my bag into the penthouse, I found quite a scene of domestic bliss. With Tanya and Steve on one sofa, Odette and Tony on the other I sat on an easy chair after putting my handbag on my bed. I was asked how it went.

“Pretty much as expected, a few punters for a meal, a bit of Q&A and we sold some souvenirs.”

Sam chuckled behind me, having carried my bag up.

“Ha! You should have been there, it was an absolute hoot and Penny had them eating out of her hand, after she charged them over a hundred quid to feel her dick!”

I went to empty my bag and make a cuppa while he regaled them of the Perils of Penny in Glasgow. I gave the others their rulers where I had signed them ‘with lust from’ and they all had a big laugh. Sam had a cuppa and left, telling us that it would be Brighton next week and to expect a big gay audience.

It had been a big day and I tested out the bath in the main bathroom, cleaning every nook and crevice and almost going to sleep in the scented water. I went to bed alone for the first time in days.

I was in a big bed with all new sheets; I was smooth and scented in a sheer nightie, unable to lay on my stomach because of my boobs and looking forward to a new direction in the filming. We still had seven working weeks at Heaven to get in the can.

That would be another thirty-five weeks of filming. I could now hear my flatmates getting their oats in adjoining rooms, Odette was being very strong, and I expect that Tony loved it more with every session.

Tanya had always been noisy when we made love, and I was wondering if I needed to either get some earplugs next week or get myself a permanent companion so we could drown out the noise with some of our own.

I was smiling as I dozed off. We will take Monday as it comes, who knows what will happen.

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