Working Holiday Part Twenty-One: At Your Service

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Working Holiday Part Twenty: A Star is Born

Read part one here.

When I told her what was in store for her later that morning, for the first time that week, Rhiannon was not excited. "I don't want anyone to recognize me," she complained. We had discussed the idea a long time ago and I had anticipated her concern. I had to coax my pal, but he agreed to let her wear a mask.

"Don't worry," I told her, "you'll be in disguise." In answer to the look she gave me, I explained that she would wear a mask and that her tattoos would be covered. She looked less concerned, but her brow was still deeply furrowed over the thought. "No one will recognize you." I moved in closer and nibbled her earlobe. "Just think," I whispered, "in one week, guys all over the internet will be masturbating while looking at you."

"Yeah?" she murmured. I knew that would appeal to her. She loved to turn on men and at that moment I was pretty aroused myself. Despite the fact that we'd be fucking two or three times a day all week, I was ready to go again.

"Yeah," I whispered back. My hand brushed over her bare breasts, feeling the slightly erect nipples beneath my fingers. I was tempted to pinch them, but let my hand wander down between her legs. She was wet. "You're going to be a porn star." One finger slid inside and then back out to play with her clit. "Guys all over the internet are going to watch you getting fucked." I put two fingers inside her and went back to her clit, rubbing in a circular motion. "They're going to masturbate while watching you."

"How many guys are going to fuck me today?" she breathed. She was over her inhibitions, no longer worried about performing the scene but interested in the details. What's more, she didn't ask about how much she would make for her first ever porn scene.

"I'm not sure how many in total, but you can start with me." Normally I'd have her blow me before we fuck, but it was obvious she was turned on and I was plenty hard. I climbed between her legs and let myself in. Our tongues wrestled as we kissed and I thrust in and out of her, slowly.

"You just want to fuck a porn star, don't you? she teased. I declined to admit that I had already fucked a couple of porn "stars" already.

"You're not a porn star yet, baby. You're just a slut and a whore."

"I'm your little slut," she purred. I loved it when she talked dirty.


We didn't have a whole lot of time. We finished and showered. I told her she'd be doing an anal scene so she should prepare accordingly.

I used the blender to whip up some protein drinks and we headed out. The traffic had mostly subsided so it did not take long to cross the bridge to Montreal's south shore. Our destination was a utilitarian strip mall off a main thoroughfare.

The establishments on the bottom floor included an electronics repair shop, a used appliance store, a florist and a few others. Between the shops were doors leading upstairs to businesses with obscure names. One of those housed a video production facility.

I had met the owner, Thierry, through a mutual friend who was doing some video shoots. I learned that Thierry started in the video tape rental business and did quite well until chain stores moved in and pulled away his customers. Recognizing that porn was his most profitable line, he specialized in x-rated tapes and DVDs. When a guy approached him about buying some of his locally produced porn, Thierry saw an opportunity and soon started producing his own films. There were plenty of local girls willing to get naked and play with themselves for money, especially if the films would only be sold in the States and not locally. The offer of a few hundred bucks for doing something they loved encouraged these girls to go all the way. He was able to supply an American distributor with several videos each year. He also shot weddings and parties, keeping secret his connection with the porn business. Because most of the performers spoke only French, his porn was straight to the point, and no attempt at a story. Most shoots started with a solo scene and then adding one or two guys.

Thierry waved through the door as we got to the top of the steps. He cast a critical eye over Rhiannon and smiled as we did introductions. "You ready for some action?" he asked her with a wolfish grin. Rhiannon gave him an embarrassed smile and nodded. "Let's get your makeup ready, then." He took her by the hand and led her through the office into the studio in the back. One corner was brightly lit by makeup mirrors. A thin young woman sat there, apparently the make-up artist. "We need to hide her face and cover her tattoos, Emma" Thierry said.

Emma gave Rhiannon a pleasant smile and handed her a short, silky robe and said "You should get undressed and put this on." Thierry explained that restrictive clothing, especially underwear, leaves marks and they'd need some time to go away. I was pleased to see Rhiannon slip out of her clothes without a moment's hesitation. After nearly a week of going around naked at my place, she had lost what few inhibitions she still had. Thierry was making mental notes as he checked out her body.

As Emma applied make-up to Rhiannon, Thierry reviewed the basic outline of the shoot. We then considered the options for disguising her appearance. I was drawn to the leather hood that covered her eyes, but she insisted on being able to see. From the small collection of masks, she settled on one that covered her eyes and forehead. Emma had her disrobe so she could cover her tattoos with foundation. I wandered over to the set and watched the cameraman adjusting the lights.

At a knock on the door, Thierry left the girls and strode to the office area. I could see a young man waiting there, presumably the guy who would soon be fucking my friend. I drifted over and was soon introduced to Paul. I learned that Thierry liked to keep the male talent hidden until the last moment when he entered the shoot.

Thierry went out to give Rhiannon papers to sign, so I chatted with Paul in the office. "How did you get into this?" I asked, knowing it was probably the number one question he received.

"I made a couple of videos with my girlfriend and uploaded them to a voyeur site. Some guys wanted the rights to put them on their own sites so we figured maybe we should do it right and make some money." He told me he found Thierry and did a shoot. It was a success. Like most producers, Thierry was more interested in the girl and he managed to shoot her with some other guys. Paul did a good job on his own shoot, so Thierry called him in for other videos with other girls and with his girlfriend. "It's funny," he said, "I rarely cum with my girlfriend anymore unless it's on camera!"

At Thierry's call, I went back to the studio. Rhiannon was coming out of the toilet, no doubt just having removed the butt-plug she put in earlier and rinsing out again. In addition to the black mask, they had put her in a black corset, garter belt, stockings, and heels. She looked good. Thierry put her against the wall and took some still images. After a few dozen shots, he instructed her to go to the couch on the set and just lounge.

Rhiannon lay back with one foot on the arm rest and the other on the floor. Thierry made a few adjustments to the lights and gave her a few more instructions. He grabbed the camera and did a test ... which seemed to satisfy him. He started the shoot with a close-up of Rhiannon's foot and slowly moved up her leg to her thigh and then between her thighs. He continued past her stomach and breasts before stopping at her partly hidden face. Rhiannon blinked languidly behind the mask and licked her lips seductively. Thierry pulled back and watched as her hand drifted down over her stomach to the top of her panties. She stretched and slid her hand inside.

Just watching her lying on the couch aroused me. I had fucked her two hours ago but I would have willing chucked my clothes and fucked her again at that moment. As Rhiannon played with herself, Thierry moved the camera from her pussy to her face and back again. She looked so good when she was turned on. Her mouth was open, longing for a finger or a tongue or a cock. She was breathing hard and moaning softly.

Thierry paused the camera and gave her some more instructions before returning to the shoot. During another break, he called for Paul to get ready. Having discarded her panties and bustier, Rhiannon was down to garter-belt, stockings and heels by this point. The look on her face was that of a girl who was in dire need of a good fucking. Thierry signaled Paul and he entered the set.

Paul stepped near the couch and Rhiannon sat up. She looked at him for the first time. She was too aroused to smile, but I was pretty sure she liked what she saw. Paul was reasonably good looking and slim. Rhiannon glanced at the swelling in his pants then reached her hand out to pull down his zipper. She maintained eye contact with him as she reached inside and felt around. I watched as her mouth opened in anticipation. She pulled out the guy's cock and gripped it. Her eyes visibly widened when she looked at it. Paul was rather well endowed. Rhiannon finally smiled. "God," she said quietly.

She moved to the edge of the couch and took the thing in both her hands. She stroked it slowly before leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on the tip. She closed her eyes and kissed it some more before opening her mouth and wrapping her soft lips around the head.

I saw Rhiannon suck a lot of cocks that week, but they were hurried and frantic blowjobs. She was taking her time now, like she did when we were alone. It was clear that she was putting on a show for the camera. I found it interesting to watch her performance from such a detached position as spectator.

She was moving her head up and down on his cock, making eye contact all the while. She had only half his length down her throat, but I knew she was just warming up. She opened his pants and he let them fall down a bit. Taking his balls in her hands, she held them gently and played with them. With this additional leverage, she started to force his cock further down her throat. She made those familiar gagging sounds and let the saliva drip from her lips in a gooey mess running down her chin. She worked his cock deeper, almost to his balls. He helped by putting his hand on the back of her head and forcing her against him.

After a few minutes, he pulled away from her and pushed her roughly back on the couch. Thierry had warned her that she would be manhandled and Rhiannon agreed to the treatment. She was now sprawled on her back with legs apart, pink pussy open and swollen, ready to receive him.

I would have fucked her at that point, but Paul pulled off his slacks and knelt down to play with her. He stroked her pussy lips and thumbed her clit. When he slid a finger into her, she squirmed. It was clear how aroused she was. Paul leaned in and started licking her. Theirry crowded in beside him to get the shot and Rhiannon had to open her legs a bit wider. The camera moved up over her body, finding her fingers pinching her own nipples, then on to her pretty face, partially obscured by the mask. Her mouth was open and moaning softly. Thierry blocked my view, but I could see the results in the small monitor just off the set.

Thierry paused and gave the two performers some more instructions. Paul, ever professional, paid close attention to the directors commands, but I could tell that Rhiannon was out of it; dazed by at least two orgasms so far. Paul went back to licking and Thierry continued with the camera.

Paul stood up. He grabbed Rhiannon by the back of her head and pulled her toward his cock. She obediently opened her mouth and started sucking him again. She was able to take him all the way down now. He let her suck him for a minute before pushing her back on the couch once more. Rhiannon lay there with mouth and legs open, seemingly not to care which orifice he wanted. He pulled her legs open a bit more and moved his cock toward her gaping cunt.

Thierry stood up and aimed the camera straight down Paul's stomach to get the shot as he entered her. I couldn't see anything but knew what was happening just from Rhiannon's face. That big cock was sliding into her slowly, filling her completely. "Oh my god," she muttered.

I glanced at the monitor. Paul's cock worked its way in and out of Rhiannon's pussy. On each forward thrust, he would go a just a tiny bit deeper. I felt a momentary pang of jealousy knowing that he was now visiting places inside her where I had never been. When he was as deep as he could go, Thierry moved back and got a shot of the action. Rhiannon's face was contorted in pleasure, he picked up the pace, fucking her hard.

"Oh!" she cried, "Oh my god!" I could see the smile on Theirry's face. He was getting some great action shots. He moved around to shoot from Rhianon's head. She was stretched out and clutching the cushions with her fingers and Paul was pounding her like an organic piston engine. His balls were slapping against her asshole. Her head rolled back and she let out another cry. Everyone in the room knew she was cumming again.

Paul slowed down and Thierry paused the action once more to give them instructions. By this point, Theirry didn't bother to direct Rhiannon, she was too far gone to remember anything he told her. It didn't matter because Paul was in charge and would simply put her wherever he wanted.

With the camera turned on, Paul raised one of Rhiannon's legs and maneuvered himself behind her. This gave us a very clear view of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy. His left arm was beneath her head while his right hand played with her tits as he fucked her. Rhiannon laced her fingers with his and turned her face to seek his lips. He leaned in and they kissed deeply.

I realized that this was the first time I'd seen her kiss another guy ... and what passion! She was hungry for him and I could see her tongue forcing its way between his lips. She was trying to penetrate him with her tongue as he was impaling her on his rod.

His right hand moved to her pussy and played with her clit. Thierry shot for a few more minutes and called another break. Paul pulled his face away from Rhiannon's, leaving her a bit dazed, and looked at the director. "She's OK to do anal," Thierry told him. To Rhiannon he said, "You ready to get your ass fucked, baby?" She nodded meekly and said she was. Thierry patted her cheek and said "Good girl!" He told Paul what to do next.

Paul pulled out of Rhiannon and had her get on all fours to suck his dick. He held her head steady with both hands and used his hips to fuck her face. Rhiannon was gagging and moaning as she took his cock as deeply as she could. The drool fell in a long strand from her chin. Paul stood up and had Rhiannon kneel on the floor facing the couch. He made her open her legs more, exposing her completely. Her pussy was oh-so inviting.

I thought Paul was going to penetrate her ass without any sort of foreplay or lube. I was about to raise an objection—I was responsible for her, after all—but when he mounted her, he put his cock into her pussy. From below, Theirry was getting a shot of his balls slamming against Rhiannon's mons. He then moved to the other side of the couch to get a shot of her face. He signaled Paul and he began to fuck her harder. In the monitor, I could see Rhiannon's face. Her eyes were screwed shut and her mouth open in a silent moan; she looked beautiful. "OK," Thierry announced. Paul pulled out and ran his hand over her sex, gently rubbing her clit with his fingers. I could see the sheen of sweat on his skin. The guy was working hard, literally and figuratively.

Thierry brought the camera around again and focused on her ass. Paul moistened his thumb inside her and rubbed it over her sphincter. In the monitor, I could see Rhiannon relaxing and loosening up. She liked getting her ass fucked and had trained herself to open up. Paul pressed and his thumb slid into her asshole. He pulled out and followed up with his tongue, pressing his face against her butt cheeks. I knew Rhiannon was really enjoying that.

After a few moments of ass licking, Paul reached off-camera and Emma put a tube of lubricant in his hand. I hadn't paid much attention to the girl during the shoot so far. She had watched, of course, but we were both forbidden to speak or move much during the shoot. I didn't realize that she was assisting.

Paul put some lube on his fingers and played with Rhiannon's asshole some more. One finger slid in with ease and the camera moved in close to fill the monitor screen with his finger and her anus. Then a second finger went in. Rhiannon was moaning. He worked the two fingers in and out before adding a third. I usually stopped at two fingers, but I was wondering if he shouldn't try four fingers before attempting to squeeze that fat cock into her tight asshole.

With three fingers in her ass and the other thumb massaging her pussy lips, Rhiannon let out another long moan. "I think she's ready," Paul said with a grin. He stood up and put his cock back into her pussy for a moment and gave her a few thrusts. He pulled out and put some lube his cock.

"Spread your cheeks, baby!" he commanded. Obediently, she put her hands on each cheek and pulled herself apart. "Wink that ass, baby," he added, "yeah, that's it." In the monitor, I could see her anus pursing, trying to open. As Paul touched the head of his cock against Rhiannon's ass, I thought about how she had gently kissed that tip at the start of the shoot. This was a different sort of kiss, but equally erotic.

He pressed gently and I watched as she opened to receive him. The head of his cock slowly disappeared into her ass as he continued to push forward. Once the knob was in, he paused and stroked her back. "You like that, bitch?" Rhiannon moaned something unintelligible. "Yeah, that's right," he went on, "you love a cock up your ass, don't ya?" Her answer was a very affirmative moan. He held her hips and pulled her back slowly onto his cock. He was not stroking in and out like he had earlier, but an unrelenting push into the depths of her colon. When he was half-way in, he pulled out a bit and thrust forward. Rhiannon moaned once more.

It was obvious that the guy had a lot of experience. He made every appearance of being brutal when he pushed her around, but took extra care to make sure he didn't really hurt her. He worked his cock slowly in and out until she was comfortable with his girth. Then he started fucking her faster and harder.

Rhiannon had long since let go of her ass and was clutching a throw pillow between her fingers. When Thierry moved the camera close to her face, she bit down on the pillow with every indication of tearing a piece out of it. If she did that deliberately for the camera, it was quite the performance!

Thierry went back beneath Paul and shot upwards. In the monitor, I saw his balls slapping against Rhiannon's pussy. He was gripping her hips, pulling himself hard into her. When Thierry pulled back, Paul released her hips and reached beneath to play with her breasts. He squeezed them then pinched her nipples hard. Rhiannon moaned loudly in response. Paul then grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. She let out another loud moan. Her mouth hung open, seeming to beg for someone to put a cock into it. Her back arched as Paul reining her in and rode her ass.

When he slowed down, he gave her ass a hard slap and pulled out. He grabbed her by one shoulder and spun her around on the couch, thrusting his cock toward her face. Rhiannon and I had talked about this earlier and she was careful to prepare herself accordingly. She had never tried ass-to-mouth before but this was a day for firsts. She leaned forward and took his cock—so recently exploring the depths of her bowels—into her mouth and sucked with abandon.

Paul laid her on her back and positioned himself between her legs. Anticipating his desire, she pulled her knees up, providing him access to her asshole once again. Paul pressed his cock into her one more time, more quickly than before, now that she was loosened up.

She reached her hands around his back and clawed at him. I could see him grimace but it was clear he enjoyed the pain her short nails delivered. "Oh," she cried, "fuck my ass! Fuck my ass so good, baby!" Paul increased his pace and really gave it to her. When he slowed a bit, he reached one hand behind his neck and pulled his face to her. They kissed deeply as he continued to pump in and out of her rectum.

Thierry moved behind the couple to get a closeup of his cock stretching her sphincter. It was probably a shot they had made many times before because after a few moments he slowed and thrust his cock into Rhiannon as deeply as he could. He pulled out the whole length, leaving her gaping asshole open wide in apparent surprise. He slid his cock back in the whole length and pulled out three more time. "Oh yeah," he said, "look at that ass, look at that ass. So nice, yeah!" After a few more strokes like this, he stood up and climbed over Rhiannon, straddling her to put his cock into her waiting mouth. "Yeah, that's it," he said as she sucked him clean.

He went back down and got ready to fuck her again. Leaning over, he spit on her ass before pressing his cock into her once more. Rhiannon held her arms out to embrace him, to welcome his big cock into her body again. As he kissed her, he slid his cock deep into her ass. The rocking of his hips was met by the rolling of her hips, coaxing him deep inside her.

After a few minutes, Thierry called for another pause and gave them both more instructions. When the shooting resumed, Paul got on his back, his legs on the floor, and Rhiannon climbed on top, facing him. He held his cock upright while she straddled him, easing down, sliding herself onto him. When she was fully impaled, Paul spread her cheeks with his hands and began thrusting up and into her. His balls slapped up and back like an anemic speed-bag at the gym. When he stopped, he gave her ass a couple of sharp slaps. "You like that, huh?" he asked her.

Paul pushed her off then guided her head toward his cock. Rhiannon opened her mouth wide and took the whole length, grabbing his balls and pulling them toward her lips. I couldn't see her tongue, but I could imagine it was trying to lick downward. She sucked him for a few moments before he had her straddle him once more. This time she was facing the camera.

She bent over and spit on his cock, adding a bit more lubricant before easing it into her. I watched her ass relax to accommodate the man's oversize penis. Once she settled in, she kicked off her shoes and put her feet on the couch. This gave her the leverage she needed to bounce up and down. He was making her do all the work this time and she was making the most of it. Her hair was flying every which way. She arched her back and leaned her arms on his chest. After that, she got up a good rhythm and  fucked the man with her asshole.

When she tired, Paul threw her off again and made her suck his cock once more. Rhiannon was eager to get it back into her mouth. To my surprise, she made it a point to keep eye-contact with the camera. Up until this point, she was all but oblivious to everything around her, including the . It was fun to watch her let herself go like that. Few things are so exciting as a woman in the throes of passion.

Paul grabbed her hair once more and pulled her to her feet. She had a wonderfully resigned look on her face, willing to go wherever he led her. He made her straddle the arm of the couch, her ass raised nice and high. He lubed up his cock once more and penetrated her ass. She was spread so wide that I could see the action even with Thierry moving in for a closeup. Paul's balls were wetly slapping against Rhiannon's pussy lips. When he finally slowed down, he pulled his cock out completely, leaving Rhiannon with gaping hole, then put it in again. It made an audible "pop" when he pulled it out each time.

I noticed Emma watching intently. She must have seen dozens of shoots, but she was inexplicably drawn to the action. I resisted the temptation to sidle up next to her and ask for her thoughts. I wondered if she had made any movies with Thierry or maybe she was a fluffer girl when the occasion arose (or didn't, as the case may be). I thought about her sucking my cock as I watched Rhiannon get her ass fucked.

Paul signaled Thierry. I suspected it was time for the cum shot and I wasn't wrong. Paul popped out and grabbed Rhiannon to pull her around. She went to her knees and held her mouth open wide, tongue out slightly, ready to receive his load. As he stroked his cock, she fondled his balls in one hand, a trick I taught her.

Paul shot a gob of cum onto her upper lip. Had his aim been a bit higher, he would have fired it right up her nose! As the load dribbled into her mouth, his next shot landed squarely on her tongue. She looked straight at him as he finished unloading. She then turned toward the camera and swallowed. She licked her lips to make sure she got every drop.

Unexpectedly, Paul grabbed Rhiannon's hips and put her on all fours. Before she could look back to see what the hell he was up to, he was back inside her, fucking her furiously. I couldn't see if he was back in her ass or in her pussy. Rhiannon didn't seem to care, though, her eyes were screwed shut in pleasure. I would sometimes fuck a girl after cumming, but not with this intensity. Paul appeared to be on a mission, he was giving it to her so hard.

Theirry stepped back to get the shot, focusing primarily on Rhiannon's face. Paul kept at it for a few more minutes and then pulled out to collapse on the couch. I expected Rhiannon to flop down as well, but she got between Paul's legs and sucked him very slowly, another post-coital trick I encouraged her to do.

Theirry played the camera on Rhiannon for a moment then moved to Paul's face. "That was fuckin' good," he said, eyes half closed. "I swear, that is some goooood ass." In response, Rhiannon wiggled her butt, but the camera missed that. Theirry moved to her face once more and he signaled her to wave goodbye. She popped the cock from her mouth and gave it a gentle kiss as she waved at the camera then winked.

Theirry stood up and smiled, pleased with the shoot. "That was seriously good," Paul said, putting his hand on her head. Rhiannon slurped and crawled up on the couch with him. "I'm Paul, by the way," he said, offering his hand. As she took his hand to shake, I was dumbfounded by the fact that two strangers had just shared the most intimate of human experiences but still formalized their introduction with a handshake.

Rhiannon smiled and said "I'm ... Trixie. Trixie Church." Earlier we had discussed what name she should use for her acting debut. I wanted her to use her whore name but she was amused by Trixie Church.

"We're done, right?" she said to Theirry, "I can take this off?" He nodded and she removed the mask. She looked over at me for the first time since the camera turned on. She was smiling and glowing with that "just fucked" look I love so much.

"Wow, I had no idea what you looked like," said Paul. "You're good looking; you should go without the mask."

"She's afraid the other nuns would kick her out," I said, bemused.

Paul looked at her. "Huh? You're ... ?" he started, then laughed.

"That was fun," she said to Theirry. He complimented her performance as he organized his gear to review the video. Rhiannon and I watched the playback as he checked to make sure each scene was recorded properly. Paul had gone to the toilet and Emma was busy elsewhere. "Wow," Rhiannon said as she watched herself on the monitor, "I can't believe that's me."

"So, now you are porn star," I told her. She grinned and licked her lips.