Daughter Does With Roomie
Part I
“The suits aren’t happy, Lenny.”
Lenny Longfellow cocked his head as he looked at his assistant. “What’s the problem now?”
“They want another Sabrina film.”
“They do, do they?”
Tiffany Caufield nodded. “They do. They say they can’t get enough of those teen sluts.”
“Are we talking about the movies or are we talking about their personal lives?”
“Lenny,” Tiffany said with just enough exasperation in her voice to let him know how she really felt.
“Oh all right. I get it, but what about my latest film? What’d they say about that?”
“You mean Kirsten Dusnt ... But I Do?”
Lenny nodded.
“They liked it okay.”
“Just okay?”
“Don’t get me wrong, Lenny. As far as the suits go, the only thing better than a teen slut is a teen cheerleader slut.”
“But?”
“But you know how the suits are, Lenny. Less talk. More fuck.”
“I was trying to develop the plot.”
“You know how the suits are. They don’t care about the plot. They just want the people to fuck.”
The director sighed. “Yeah, I know, I know. You try to do something a little out of the ordinary and suddenly everyone’s a fucking critic. So, they want me to do another Sabrina, do they?”
“Yeah, and boss?”
Lenny sighed. He had the feeling he wasn’t going to like whatever was coming next. “What?”
“They did want to see Dina again, too.”
Lenny raised an eyebrow. He was about to say something when a thought occurred to him. “Dina, huh? Hmm. That might not be so bad.”
“Lenny!”
“What?”
“You got that look on your face again. Remember what happened last time.”
“Different movie and a different actress.”
“You bit off more than you could chew.”
“Hey, I learned my lesson, but if you want to be fair about it, I wasn’t the one doing the chewing.”
“Lenny!”
“I heard you. Really, I did, but come on. Leave me alone. I got some thinking to do.”
It wasn’t like Beth Evans actually forgot what she’d done. What she’d done was just too fantastic for her to truly forget but with the passage of time, what she’d done had become a little less real to her. She knew what she’d done but with every passing day, it became a little less real.
They’d made her into a porn star.
Okay, it wasn’t just her. I was her and her roommate and ... and even her mom. They’d given her a name. They’d called her Joy de Vivre and in spite of herself, she’d done everything they’d told her to do.
Beth chose not to talk about it, not with her mom and not with her roommate, Rene. Indeed, she chose not to even think about it. It was almost as if she thought that if she didn’t ever think about it, it was almost as if it had never actually happened.
And it might actually have worked. Given enough time, she might actually have convinced herself that it wasn’t really real. It might have actually worked ... if Lenny hadn’t shown up again.
“Hey, Beth,” the man said.
The coed pulled up short as soon as she saw the man and then she took a couple of steps backward. “What do you want?”
“You.”
“Leave me alone,” the girl said. “Leave me alone or I’ll scream.”
“Do you know you already have a following?”
“Leave me alone,” the girl said again.
“Sure, babe, but I just wanted you to know.”
“Know what?”
“I just wanted you to know you’ve got a following.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I think you do.” The man smiled and he took a step closer and his voice dropped just a little. “Everyone loves Sabrina the Teenage Itch.”
“That’s not me,” Beth whimpered.
“Sure it is and the more you do it, the more it becomes you.”
“No.”
“Just think. You’ll be walking down the street and one of your devoted fans is going to see you only he’s not going to see you. He’s going to see her. He’s going to see Sabrina.”
“No,” Beth whimpered. “No. Leave me alone.”
“And do you know what? Do you want me to tell you a secret?”
“What?” Beth hadn’t meant to ask but it had just sort of come out.
“You’re going to like it. Maybe not right away. Maybe you won’t even admit it. Maybe not even to yourself, but you’re going to like it.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Please. I’ve seen it before. That’s what they all say.”
“That’s what who all says.”
“The closet nymphos. The girls like yourself. They all say what you just said but it’s always the same. They say they won’t like it but then the guys start coming up to them and they start treating them like whores and sluts and suddenly, they find themselves unable to control themselves.”
“I’m not like that,” Beth assured the man.
“I know,” Lenny told her. “You just go ahead and keep telling yourself that. Heck, who knows? You might even believe it for a while, but at least it will be better for your mother and that cute, little roommate of yours.”
“Rene? What’s she got to do with this?”
“She’s ready to embrace who she is. That’s why it’ll go easier for her.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I know but you will. I could have helped you, but I can see already you don’t want my help.”
“I don’t want anything from you.”
“I know. That’s why it’s going to be so hard on you. I thought you should know though, but I can see it wouldn’t do any good.”
Beth watched the director turn and start to walk away. She bit her lip. It wasn’t like she actually trusted him but ... but what if he was right. There’d already been a few times when she’d caught a boy looking at her and she’d started to get all red. It was almost as if the boy was undressing her with his eyes and if he was ...
No, she told herself. No. She didn’t trust him.
But what if he was right?
“Wait.”
The man turned. “Wait?”
What was she doing, Beth asked herself. She didn’t trust this man and yet here she was talking to him. What the hell was she doing?
“Did you want something?”
It wouldn’t hurt to listen, would it? “You said you could help?”
Lenny took a step closer and Beth took a step backwards. Lenny grinned. “Still don’t trust me, do you?”
Beth shook her head.
Lenny grinned. “Probably just as well, you know. I am totally despicable.”
“So why are you helping me?”
“I haven’t done anything yet.”
“Okay. Why are you offering to help me?”
“Now that’s a very good question.”
“Yeah, and what’s the answer?”
“I don’t know. Call it a penance or something.”
“A penance?”
“Maybe I’m making it up for all the things I’ve done wrong, or maybe, maybe I just don’t give a shit anymore. Do you know what my boss’s told me to do?”
Beth shook her head.
“I made a perfectly good film, well you know, a perfectly good film for me. I mean, it was still porn, so you probably wouldn’t like it ...”
For a moment there, Beth wondered why he’d say that. Did he really think she was that cold?
“... but my boss’s totally hated it and do you know why?”
Beth shook her head.
“Too much plot. Not enough fucking. Would you believe it? They were accusing me ... me ... of having too much plot.”
“That doesn’t sound fair.”
“No, it doesn’t but do you know what they did want?”
“What?”
“They wanted you.”
“Me?”
“Well, maybe not you specifically, but they wanted another Sabrina film and since you’re Sabrina...”
“You came here to get me,” Beth said as she took a step backwards.
“At first, yeah.”
“At first?”
“I got to thinking. If I knuckle under. If I do what they want, then I’m always going to knuckle under and I’ll never be able to make the kind of films I want to make.”
“Hmm. I guess I can see your point. So what are you going to do?”
“That’s what I don’t know. What am I going to do and I suppose that’s where the penance comes in.”
“I don’t understand.”
“My bosses want another Sabrina movie. If it ain’t me, they’ll get someone else to direct it.”
“I don’t care who they get, but I’m not going to be in it.”
“But my bosses can be very persuasive.”
“I don’t care. I’m not going to do it.”
“And that’s why I want to help you.”
“Why?”
“Because if I help you, I get to get back at my bosses, but if I do, you have to promise me you’re not going to tell them.”
“Tell them what?”
“You can’t tell them that I helped you.”
“I don’t even know what we’re talking about.”
“Listen. Is there a place where we could go and talk?”
Beth shifted nervously. It wasn’t like she trusted this man. Not after what he’d done to her and her mom, but just because she didn’t trust him didn’t mean she didn’t want to hear what he had to say but there was no way she was going to let herself be alone with the man. Still ...
“What do you say?” the man asked again.
“There’s a coffee house on campus,” Beth suggested.
“That would be great,” the man said.
“Okay, follow me.”
Beth wasn’t about to let the man get the upper hand on her. She kept watching him just to see if there was something the man was trying to do.
“What do you want to get?” Lenny asked when they got to the coffee shop.
Beth placed her order and Lenny placed his as well. He paid for their food and he let Beth lead them to the table.
“So what’s this thing you wanted to talk to me about?” Beth asked.
“I want to show you something.”
“What?”
“You have to promise not to tell.”
Beth was getting tired of this. Hadn’t they already established that? Hadn’t they already established that she wasn’t going to tell? “I’m not going to tell,” she said.
“Well all right.” After a furtive look around the coffee shop, the man pulled something from his pocket. “This is what I wanted to show you.”
“What’s that?” Beth asked as she looked at the bauble in the man’s hand.
“It’s how I do what I do. It’s the source of my power.”
Beth was looking at the object. It didn’t look like all that much to her. It was about an inch around and it appeared to be made of glass but there didn’t seem to be anything all that special about it. But then she had to remind herself, it wasn’t like she actually believed the man.
Lenny put the bauble in the middle of the table. “I can make people do things with that,” he said.
Yeah right, Beth thought. A likely story but she was willing to go along with it. “Like what?” she asked.
“Like anything. Like if I wanted to make a college girl fuck on camera and love it, I could do that.”
Beth could feel her anger flare. He was talking about her. Yeah right. Like that little piece of junk could do that. Now, he was just being patronizing.
“And with that, I could turn the girl’s mom into a porn star, just like her.”
Beth was getting angrier. He was talking about her mom and he was lying, of course.
“So if I’m going to use that against my bosses, I need to know you’re on my side.”
So that was it. You help me and I’ll help you, and yeah, Beth had no doubt what the help was she was supposed to provide. It was probably going to involve letting him cum in her pussy and she was probably supposed to be happy about it. How stupid did he think she was?
“Do we have a deal?”
“You expect me to believe this?”
The director seemed to be somewhat taken aback. “What?”
“You expect me to believe this?” the girl said again. “You come in here with this bull shit story and you expect me to believe this. How stupid do you think I am?”
“You can touch it,” the man said. “Go ahead. Pick it up.”
Fine. She’d humor the man. She’d pick it up. She wrapped her fingers around it. She held it in her hand. She ... she ...
“You have every right to be angry with me,” the man said.
She did, the girl thought. She was angry at him.
“You have every right to be angry with me,” the man said again. “After all, when you’re a big porn star like you are, you don’t want to be ignored.”
Well that was right. She didn’t want to be ignored.
“A little porn slut like you needs to work. A little porn slut like you needs to work all the time. Otherwise, you just get so horny.”
She did get horny. She got horny all the time.
“What’s your name?”
It took a moment for the girl to realize he’d asked her something.
“What’s your name?” the man asked again.
“Joy.”
“Joy what?”
“Joy de Vivre.” That was her porn star name.
“And what are you?”
“I’m a porn star.”
“That’s right, babe. That’s exactly what you are and you know what?”
“What?”
“I’ve got a job for you.”
“You do?”
“You ready to get your pussy fucked?”
“I’m always ready for that.”
“It’s been too long, hasn’t it?”
“Way too long.”
“Well all right. Let’s go then. Let’s go see about getting your pussy fucked.”
“Let’s go.”
They walked to Lenny’s car and when they got in, Lenny let Joy hold his bauble. He talked although for the life of her, Joy couldn’t seem to remember a single word he’d said. It was something about a movie. She remembered that, and he wanted her to star in it.
She remembered that the title. It was “Sabrina the Teenage Itch: Scratch and Sniff.” She thought it was cute and he wanted her to play the role of Sabrina. That was even cuter.
He wanted her to fuck some guy on camera and that was even cuter. The man’s name was Dix Biggsley but she wasn’t supposed to call him that. That was his screen name but she was supposed to call him Mr. Fairley. Mr. Fairley was the super in the apartment where she lived. Of course, he wasn’t really the super. It was all just an act, but it was cool. It was going to be fun.
Lenny pulled his car into a parking lot and then he was leading Joy inside. “Are you ready?” he asked.
“Hmm?” She’d kinda lost track of the conversation.
“Are you ready to do your scene?”
Oh yeah. How could she have forgotten about that, Joy wondered. She was ready, she told the director. She was so very ready.
There were men there. There were men with cameras. Lenny told her where to stand and he told her what to say and then he stepped back behind the cameras and he told her, “Action.”
It was like she’d suddenly come to life. It had seemed like she’d just kind of been floating but suddenly, she knew what she had to do. She knocked on the door in front of her.
She waited and then the door opened.
Dix Biggsley was a big man. No wait, she told herself. Not Dix. Mr. Fairley.
The man looked at her. “Sabrina?” he asked.
“I locked myself out again, Mr. Fairley. I was wondering if you could help me.”
“That’s the third time this week,” the man said sternly.
“I know,” Joy said. “I’m sorry.”
“Yes, well ...”
“Can you help me get into my apartment,” the girl wailed.
“Well, fine. Let me get my keys.”
“Thanks, Mr. Fairley.”
The man just grumbled as he went inside the office but moments later, he was back with a string of keys.
“I really appreciate this,” the girl said.
“Yeah,” the man grumbled. “I know.”
The two of them walked to an apartment and the manager fitted one of the keys into the door and the door swung open. “Gee thanks,” the girl gushed. “How ever can I thank you?”
“I’m sure you’ll think of some way.”
“Would you like to come in, Mr. Fairley?”
“Sure.”
“So I got something to ask you, Mr. Fairley.”
“Yeah?”
The girl pulled up her skirt and she pushed down her panties and the camera zoomed in on her little, hairless pussy before once more coming up to her face. “What do you think, Mr. Fairley. Scratch or sniff?”
The camera panned over to the man but it was clear he’d already made up his mind. “Scratch,” the man said. “Definitely scratch.”
“Mmm. I was hoping you’d say that.”
“You were, were you?”
“Yeah. You know why?”
“Uh uh. Why?”
“Because I think you’re hot.”
“Yeah right.”
“Yeah right,” the girl assured the man.
“I suppose there’s only one way to make sure for sure.”
“How’s that?”
“You could take me into your bedroom.”
“You mean like this,” Sabrina said as she led the manager into her bedroom.
“Let me see that pussy again.”
Sabrina pulled her skirt up and she pushed her panties down again. “You mean like this?” she asked.
“Something like that,” the man said, “but I was thinking of something a little different.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” the man said as he pushed the girl back onto the bed and he pulled off her skirt. His hands reached up and he pulled down her panties. “I was thinking of something a little like this.”
“Mmm,” the girl moaned. “That’s what I want. Fuck me like that.”
“Oh yeah. You like that, don’t you.”
“I love it,” Sabrina moaned as that cock worked its way deeper and deeper inside her pussy.
“I’ll bet you do but you know you got me wondering. I can’t help but wonder if you really did forget your key.”
“Oh fuck,” the girl moaned.
“Yeah, I think I got your number,” the man said. “Turn your ass over.”
Sabrina turned.
“So you want someone to scratch your itch do you. Well, let’s see how you like it when someone does you like this.”
Sabrina couldn’t help but moan as the man re-entered her pussy.
“I think someone likes this.”
“Yeah,” Sabrina moaned.
“I think someone wants me to cum.”
“Yeah.”
“I think someone wants me to cum in her pussy.”
“Yeah,” Sabrina moaned.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned and then he groaned again and this time, he was cumming inside Sabrina’s cunt. “Oh fuck yeah. You like that, don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Yeah, you like that. Next time you forget your key, you come to me, okay?”
“Okay.”
The man pulled out and the camera caught his cum dripping out of the girl’s pussy. “Yeah,” the man said. “I think we have an understanding.”
Sabrina continued to lie there on the bed even as the cum dripped from between her legs. She knew Mr. Fairley had left but she just didn’t feel like getting up just yet. She wanted to relish the feel of his cum for just a few moments longer.
It was another sound that got her attention. She wasn’t alone but in an instant, she knew it wasn’t Mr. Fairley and yet, she couldn’t bring herself to turn around. She wanted whoever it was to see her like this. She wanted whoever it was to see her with her legs spread and with cum leaking from her cunt.
“You are such a fucking slut.”
It was a girl’s voice and for a moment, Beth reasserted herself. She knew this girl. This was her own roommate. This was her roommate Rene but almost as quickly, Beth’s personality was quickly subsumed by the effervescent Joy and besides, the cameras were still running. Rene was a porn star, too, just like her only her name wasn’t Rene. Her name was Dina. Dina Duzz. “Dina,” Joy said.
Dina looked down at Joy. “What was the choice you offered him?”
“Um, choice?”
“Come on. I know you offered him something.”
“Oh yeah,” Sabrina thought.
“So what’d you offer him?”
“I gave him a choice. Scratch or sniff.”
“Yeah? What’d he take?”
“He took scratch,” Sabrina answered with a giggle, “and he certainly scratched my itch.”
“He did, did he?”
Sabrina nodded.
“Well I’m more of a sniff kind of person myself.”
“You are?”
Dina nodded. “You want to see how I do it?”
Sabrina nodded and even as she did, her friend was slipping between Sabrina’s knees and then her face was sliding between Sabrina’s thighs.
“Oh my God,” Sabrina moaned. “Oh my God. What are you doing?”
But Dina wasn’t answering, or at least she wasn’t answering with words but then her tongue was sliding between the other girl’s lips.
“Oh my God,” Sabrina moaned. “Oh my God.”
Dina pulled back. “You let Mr. Fairley cum here,” she said accusingly.
“Y-yeah,” Sabrina moaned. “Oh geez. What was wrong with that. She loved it when men came in her pussy.”
“It’s okay,” Dina said. “I can help you clean it up.”
Clean it up, Sabrina thought. What did she mean by that and then she just didn’t have to wonder anymore because she felt Dina’s tongue stroking her between her legs. “Oh my God,” the girl moaned as she looked down at the girl between her legs. “Oh my God.”
Dina didn’t say anything. She just kept on licking.
Sabrina couldn’t help but gasp. She was so close. “I’m ... I’m going to ... to ...”
Dina’s tongue stroked the ready, little clitty.
“Oh my God,” the girl moaned and then she moaned again as that tongue finally took her over the edge. “Oh my God,” Sabrina sobbed. “Oh my God.”
And still Dina’s tongue kept right on after her.
The girl’s eyes went wide. She was going to cum again. She couldn’t help herself. She was going to cum again.
And her breaths came raggedly. “Oh geez,” she moaned and then she moaned again. “Oh geez. Oh geez.”
“Fuck,” she cried out and then she sobbed again. Oh geez, that was good. Her hand stroked Dina’s hair and Dina finally looked up at her.
“I told you,” Dina said again. “I’ll definitely take sniff every single time.”
“And cut.”
Both girls looked up at Lenny.
“You were great as always,” he said.
Joy looked supremely pleased with herself but deep down inside, there was something else. Deep down inside, she was wondering how she’d let this happen to herself again.