Ryan and Micki Make a Porno (smootch!)

Our game of Truth or Dare was um, shall we say, pretty exploratory overall. Everybody got dared to kiss Everybody; Andy was dared to dance around the room with an oven mitt balanced on his head as he sang "Word Up" by Cameo in his Calvins; Laura was dared to eat an entire giant bowl of ice-cream in under a minute, inducing a terrible brainfreeze; not to mention that Dana divulged that her first time had taken place in the back of a Volkswagon (which apparently is very uncomfortable); and that Conrad is still afraid of the dark.
My most memorable moment from last night was kissing Micki for the first time. Laura dared us (well, me) to do it, stating that for a couple that was about to be in a porno, we sure didn't do a lot of PDA, and that she wanted to see us 'lock lips'.
Conrad agreed, "Ya know, I ain't seen you two pucker up since you got here."
"Normally, we're pretty private." Micki answered quietly, looking at her shoes and lying through her teeth.
"Well, you better get un-private real fast." Conrad reminded us, "You're about to be doing the most intimate of intimates in front of all of us, so chop-chop. Practice makes perfect."
We looked at each other and shrugged. I just went for it, and kissed her like I meant it. Well, it wasn't a lie on my part, but it felt like she meant it, too. It was thorough, and it was good. Actually, 'good' is a gross understatement. I felt as if choirs of angels were singing, along with a punch drunk dizzy sensation that zipped through my being when she nibbled on my lips. It seems that she's a nibbler, and according to my reaction last night, I like this. Again, 'like'. Another gross understatement. 'On Fire' for this would justify as being more succinct. I couldn't control myself, much less my hands' crude exploratory efforts upon her body after she started to nibble. It did me in. By the way, her body...oh, my. It felt like art. Like a work of art. How the hell am I going to keep my control long enough to ever fuck her properly for the porno? To say she's the Jack Lalane of good kissers would be a decent metaphor to describe the feeling of her mouth on my own. I haven't had a better one before, and this was after we'd kissed everyone else in the room.
"Shit, we let the cat out of the bag, didn't we?' Andy joked, "Okay, we believe you. You two probably fuck like monsters, we get it. Give someone else a chance."
Thinking about that leads to jealous thoughts of Micki locking lips with the other guys in the room. It was pretty disturbing seeing her and Conrad, namely since other than ours, theirs lasted a while that bordered on highly uncomfortable. The worst was Micki/Hank, though. It was like the guy from "Temple of Doom" ripped my heart out and showed it to me, it was *that* passionate. I wanted to choke him, but I kept my cool.
Aside from the fact that it seems that Micki wants to jump his bones, I don't really have a problem with Hank. He's a solid guy, and it's sort of hard to really hate that, no matter how much I really want to. Besides, it seems as though he's more interested in Dana. They left together last night after we wrapped things up, so who knows? I shouldn't be too worried.
What am I saying? She's my best friend and will never be anything more than that. This is just a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that involves a pantload of money. One that will never come by again in a zillion. I should just appreciate that for what it is.
To be fair, Dana is also pretty talented at the act of the liplock, and both Laura and Audrey got me a little tingly, as well. However, Micki just knocked it out of the park. In my memory, they all pale in comparison to her. Sucks to be me, what can I say, but it's an age old story that's been recycled for generations. I'm not the first man to fall head over heels for his female best friend, nor will I be the last. I *can* do my best to see what's in front of my face and take what I can get and be grateful for it.
It's a blessing just to be in her presense.
Also, today's the day that we have sex.
Yup. Our scene is this evening, following the afternoon shoot of Conrad and Laura in the library, a.k.a. Winston and the Librarian SlutGhost. It is presently early morning, barely closing in on 8 a.m. maybe, and I lay on the giant sofa in the suite Conrad provided for us, just on pins and fucking needles. I hear a key fiddling in the door and hightail it into the bed with a sleeping Micki sprawled half out of the covers, diving in with stealth enough to not sound like I just hopped into bed. I close my eyes, throw an arm across her hip, and drag her slightly toward me in a sleepy way that would convince an onlooker that I had been in that bed all night, and was just searching for my mate.
A bell rings and we both sit up in tandem at the sound, greeted by Fawnsworth with a serving cart, "Mr. Shepard has sent breakfast-in-bed this morning." he announces.
Micki looks confused, glancing at myself, then at Fawnsworth, but tames her reaction before it's recognizable to anyone but me, "How lovely."
"Could you just leave the cart by the bed, Fawnsworth?" I ask him, "I could use a few more minutes before I eat."
"Very good, Mr. Dallion." he nods, "Can I assist either of you in anything else?"
"This is above and beyond, really." Micki says to him, "Thank you, Fawnsworth."
"A pleasure, Miss Foster." he replies as he exits the room.
"Close call." I mutter after a few beats, "Good morning, Micki."
"Good morning, Ryan." she replies in a yawn, "Could you be a terrific fake boyfriend and pour me a cup of coffee?"
I nod dumbly. She could ask me to do anything right now and I'd jump, as long as she's wearing that little black nightie. I serve us a couple of cups, adding her usual amount of cream and sugar before sitting next to her. She accepts my offering with a sleepy smile.
"Last night got a little wild, didn't it?' I comment casually, sipping at my steaming cup, "Looks like there's fresh fruit and waffles for breakfast." I add, indicating the serving cart with a nod.
"Yum. I could get used to this." she smiles, "Personally, I thought last night was a real eye opener."
"Are you still willing to go through with all this debauchery?" I kid her.
"We've already been paid; there's no turning back *now*." Pause. "I'll admit, I'm a little nervous. What about you? Are you having a few directorial jitters this morning? It is, after all, the first day of filming."
I crack a grin and answer honestly, "I can testify to a few butterflies in the old basket. I was almost thinking that it wouldn't be a bad idea to at least see each other naked before our big scene this evening so we're not as taken by surprise." Did I really just say that out loud? The thought did cross my brain, mainly as a precursory measure so I don't cause any premature endings to our scene, but I wasn't trying to blurt it out like that.
Her faces reads suspicious, a little wary, "Okay." she relents, setting her coffee down on the nightstand.
What's going on? I watch her as she slides off the bed, perplexed, and just like that, off goes the little nightie over her head in a liquid blur. Is this really happening? I'm pinching myself, and it keeps hurting, but I don't believe it. Good *saints*, the woman is a stunning sight. Micki seriously has a historic pair. They are visually majestic and altogether even more perfect than I had imagined. I realize that I am gaping at her in disbelief and try to regain some modicum of cool. "*Very* nice." I manage after taking a deep breath and setting my own coffee down. I will spill it.
"Your turn." Micki teases in a voice that's tinged with nervous laughter.
Dammit. Here's a question: Why is it that when a beautiful woman is naked she is akin to poetry, but when a man is naked (and noticeably aroused), no matter what he looks like, it gets downright embarrassing? I have a BIG problem down there right now. She has me at a place where I could slay dragons with this thing. Excaliber. Reluctantly, I pry my gaze away from her smooth and perfect alabaster body long enough to relieve myself of my Echo and the Bunnymen t-shirt and stand in front of her. "Warning: There will be morning wood. Mother Nature is not being kind this morning." I comment as she hooks her fingers in the sides of her black underwear. I do the same with my own set of black and blue buffalo plaid boxers. "On three?"
"If you want to make this more awkward." Micki shoots as she slides her underwear down her legs, then tosses them at my chest, "Jesus, Ryan, be an adult."
Goaded by the fire bomb of her panties, (She's awesome. I mean it) I shove my boxers down off my hips in annoyance and kick them to the side. I'll show her adult. "Happy?" I can't help but snarl.
Micki eyes go wide and she starts shaking with giggles, "*Something's* happy." she cracks before clamping a hand over her mouth.
"Thank God we're getting this over with now." Man, I knew I was going to be embarrassed. Lil' Ryan is standing at full attention, and there's no possibility that he'll be making an exit any time soon. Not with her standing naked right in front of me, promised land fully within reach. Her laughter is like a machete and it cuts me down, though. Emotionally Dejected, that's my new middle name.
"Ryan, I'm sorry." she giggles, attempting to regain composure, "It just caught me off guard, that's all. I guess you're right, I'm glad we got this out of the way before filming." She pauses to allow me to speak, but I can't say a word. All I can do is stare. "Actually, I've never seen one stand up so straight before. It's impressive." Micki adds to my surprise, "You should be proud."
"I find that hard to believe that I'm the only one." I take in a breath, "Not looking the way you do, anyway. I'd figure most mens' reactions would be typically the same to mine."
She shakes her head, "Nuh-uh." A small smile plays on her lips, "So that's not *all* morning wood, then?" Her eyes dare to glance down for a second, then back to catch mine in a gaze.
I slowly shake my own head, "Nope." I smile as we continue our staredown. I have this funny feeling that we might just do a test drive before the big show. She's glowing, and I like the look she has in her eyes. I'm about to advance when...
"Awww, *hell* no!" Conrad bursts in. He's the King of Interruptions, "I must have forgot to have Fawnsworth tell you no sex on the day of filming until your ass is in front of those cameras. We want the Fuckin' to be fresh." he says hurriedly, noticing Micki in the buff as she scurries to fetch her robe, "God *damn*, we're gonna have a stellar picture." he comments in admiration, then shakes it off, turning his attention to me, who at the moment is using a throw pillow to cover my rager, "I caught y'all just in time, huh? You two were about to fuck, weren't you?"
"Not that it's any of your business." Micki quips at him, tieing her robe closed.
Wow. So we *were* about to take a test drive. I knew it. Thanks a lot, buddy.
Conrad chuckles and shakes his head, "But it *is* my business, Mi-chelle my Belle. It is my business."

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Our producer and director of photography have concluded that we are to begin filming earlier than scheduled. Apparently, Elliot and Conrad decided it would start things off on a good note if we shot the Egon/Janine scene first. Conrad mentioned it on the way out the door of our suite as he was leaving, noting that he wanted to take advantage of Dana and Hank's chemistry as long as it was still there, 'cause that shit was poppin' last night.' I believe were his exact words. I can't blame him for breaking up the party that almost happened between Micki and I this morning. He's just protecting his interests. Anxious doesn't seem like a strong enough adjective to convey my feelings about our upcoming scene now that I've seen her naked. Though in retrospect, it was certainly a good idea. I wouldn't like her startled laughter at my erection to be caught on film, that's for sure. We're currently in the large back room of Conrad's massive garage. It has been converted to look like the Firehouse headquarters for the Slutbusters, made possible by the firepole, a few file cabinets lining the walls, cubicles that were installed yesterday and a few office desks. All in all, this looks pretty legit. Our actors have all showed up, Dana and Hank are in wardrobe, and Conrad and I are finalizing the shots with Elliot. We're closing in on noon right now, making great time. Micki, Audrey, and Laura appear in the doorway just as we're finishing with the camera set up, and Laura clears her throat dramatically.
"Presenting: Egon Studler and Janine Whoreowitz!" Laura introduces as Hank and Dana make their big entrance.
Delighted laughter and applause overcomes us all as we take note of Micki and the girls' handiwork in the costume department. Hank is donning the standard Slutbuster uniform: sleeveless navy blue coveralls with surplus combat boots and utility belt stocked with ecto-green condoms. There's a patch on his left chest of his coverall that's emblazoned with the word Studler, and his skin is a little on the shiny side. I wonder if Micki oiled him up personally. I need to kill these feelings of jealousy. It's not a good look for me. Speaking of good looks, Dana looks good enough to eat. Her red hair is arranged on the top of her head in a loose bun, very secretarial, but the rest of her not so much. Unless you're a secretary in a porno, that is. In her case, the tight black miniskirt with garters, matching sheer thigh-high stockings, little white blouse tied up to just under breasts, and black stilleto heels work to her advantage nicely. Her look is completed with round black framed glasses and bright red lips. Looking at the two of them, I have new inspiration that just might work to our advantage. Yeah. *Hell* yeah.
"You guys look *fantastic*." Andy exclaims, carrying in a box of prop files shortly after them and setting them in the vicinity of the desk in the center of the room. Otherwise known as their mark, since that's where we've blocked a majority of the skin between Egon and Janine.
"Thanks." they answer together, casting each other anxious looks. I wouldn't say they look eager, but I can't help but recognize the air they're both projecting. I'm still feeling a little of that anxiety myself.
Conrad takes a stance next to me, smiling wide enough to be infecting. He's jazzed about his work, "This is gonna be money as hell! We're starting with you two cause your chemistry is bangin' and we want that energy, so play it up, y'all! Have fun; and the best advice that I can give you is forget about the rest of us. We ain't even here. Now, pay attention to my boy Ry-D, he'll set you up for your scene."
"Nobody else is here." Dana echoes as she and Hank nod blankly at Conrad.
Hank shakes himself, "So, Mr. Director, what's our motivation for this situation?" He asks, slapping his hands together and rubbing them comically.
Dana nudges him playfully while I begin my answer, "I'm thinking that since Egon and Janine have the employer/employee relationship, that we're gonna play up that concept and base their interactions in the master/servant realm of play."
"Like Dominant and Submissive?" Dana interjects.
"*Exactly* Janine! We'll begin the scene after you've been hired and the rest of the Slutbusters have left the two of you alone. Let's say Egon starts demanding you to perform light secretarial tasks in seductive ways and try to take it from there. Maybe he gets you to crawl on your hands and knees. Whatever works."
"Should there be spanking?" Hank asks.
"Do anything you two are comfortable with. Just make it as real and as hot as you can, and I don't think there'll be any problem with us pulling off a great scene." I tell them with a hand on each of their shoulders, "Now I want you, Dana, at the chair behind the desk here, and I think it would be best if we start Hank off by entering the room from the back bullpen, so to speak. Just keep in mind to stay in the vicinity of the masking tape on the floor so that you stay in the shot, but other than that, go nuts."
Elliot is behind the main camera/video monitor set-up next to the director's chair, giving me the thumbs up, "Looks pretty fucking good, Geldorf." he yells at me, "I got Andy on boom mic detail; are you two ready for him to get on that ladder?"
"You guys all set?" I ask them. They give me a couple of nervous nods, "Good to go!" I answer Elliot, making my way out of the shot to my director's chair next to Conrad's producer chair and the main camera. He even got me a cool bullhorn. "Quiet on the set!" I call. A fella could get used to this, "Marker!"
Audrey appears in front of the camera and slams down the marker, announcing, "Slutbusters; Scene ten, take one!" and quickly moves back out of shot to join Laura and Micki in the girl's circle over by the refreshments Fawnsworth had prepared.
"Action!"
They start off a little shaky; Hank's room entrance borders on awkward and Dana's rifling through random desk papers isn't the most convincing acting I've ever seen, but then they begin their dialogue and all of my doubts flit away. They actually *good*. 'Egon' has just asked 'Janine' what sort of team player she could be, and she just responded with "Whichever one he'd like her to be." Nice. Now he has her stapling a stack of papers, slowly, as he breathes down her neck. "Take your time." he says, moving from behind her and the desk off to the side. "It would please me greatly, Janine, if you fetched those invoices for me. You should be on your hands and knees when you deliver them."
The exchange between these two is better than I could have hoped for. It's already hot in here, and they're not even down to business yet. Dana/Janine gives Hank/Egon a curious glance, smirking as she places the 'invoices' she just stapled on the edge of the desk. She then proceeds to get down on her hands and knees, retrieving the papers with her teeth and lips with slow deliberation and begins a very sexy crawl toward him. Man, this is getting good. Conrad's gripping my arm, "These two are nailing this scene to the wall!" he whispers excitedly.
No arguments here. Dana finally reaches Hank, raising to a kneeling position in front of him, and giving him a wonderfully petulant look as he recieves his papers from her mouth.
"Are you pleased, Mr. Studler?" she asks with another camera friendly smirk as he rifles through her offering.
"Actually, these are the wrong invoices, so no. I'm not pleased. We should correct errors, shouldn't we Janine?" he chastises her, helping her to her feet, "What do you think the consequences are for an error like this, Ms. Whoreowitz?"
Dana/Janine gulps visibly, "I'm new here, sir. What do you deem to be necessary for correction? Whatever it is, I'll obey." she offers helpfully.
"Turn around and put your hands on the edge of the desk." Hank/Egon orders firmly. She relents silently and swiftly, and he just as swiftly tears her miniskirt away from her bottom half, along with a slow, teasing removal of her panties. Wow. Dana has a pretty fantastic ass. It looks even cooler now that Hank's painting her backside red. I make a mistake and look over in Micki's direction, who's watching the two with flushed arousal in her cheeks and appears to be hypnotized. Fuck. Hank. No wonder she's so intrigued. As the director, I can't lose my concentration, so I snap out of it as best I can and turn my attentions back to my actors, who have finished their spanking sequence and have commenced kissing with wild fervor. This is moving along nicely. Dana's having slight problems removing Hank's coveralls, but it's nothing she can't handle, and soon she's got them off and is working on her own blouse.
I could definitely reconsider my career path. This is too good. Phenomenal, even. Not every day you get to see a beautiful woman get piped right in front of you. Pretty powerful stuff. Hank sweeps everything off the desk with his free arm before depositing Dana on it and crawling on top of her, "I want you to do another thing for me, Janine." Hank utters in a raspy voice as he hovers over her, "Try not to scream as I fuck your brains out."
Holy shit. I think I'm going to need to take a whack break soon. They've *really* started going for it now, and I think they truly have forgotten about the rest of us. Hank and Dana don't seem to be aware of anything except what they're doing to each other. Which is pure porno gold, by the way. Meanwhile, Andy's overhead with the boom mic and Elliot's roving around the room silently with a hand held camera getting action and zoom shots of the scene at hand. Conrad looks stoked, as he should be. These two have covered a good four positions by now and have been going solid for a while; ope, correction. *Five* positions. They've moved from the top of the desk to it's side, where he's giving it to her from behind with one hand in her hair, tugging her head to the side to suck on her neck as they pound the scene home. These two should win Academy Awards for boning. I'm like a proud papa. Dana lets out a perfect whimper, accompanied by Hank's loud groan signaling their climax. How perfect. They even genuinely came together. I call "Cut" when they stop moving completely, and the entire room bursts into applause.
"That kicked so much ass! You two took that scene to church!" Conrad exclaims happily as Laura rushes over to them with a couple of robes.
Hank looks breathlessly at Dana as they shrug on their cover-ups, "So, uh, can I call you later tonight?" he asks shyly, grinning involuntarily.
She blushes, "Sure." she says, looking down at her toes.
"Set Break!" I call, "We'll need a good 20 to a half-hour!"
After a scene like that, I'm gonna need some solo time to regain my bearings. Good Lord.
A collective male sigh of relief whooshes through the set, and the room clears quickly. Small favors that we're in a mansion with a shitload of bathrooms. I'm glad that at least it's not just me, but seriously. You'd have to be dead.