A Pearl Handled Orgasm

There was once a very powerful man named Rich Lochniver. Lochniver wasn’t his real last name of course. He’d changed it as a pen name for the exploits of his lucrative porn empire so that he could be a dominating porno businessman during the day and a regular Angeleno at night when he would roam the packed strips of Hollywood,Venice, and Santa Monica. It was on these streets that Rich found his talent. Most of the time, this would happen on off-beat streets located just off of Sunset. Here Rich would stumble onto nights filled with sex and all types of debauchery. Seeing immense orgies in the basements of big-time Hollywood producers wasn’t unusual and often proved to be the best place to find investors. After flirting for years with the business and seeing just about anything possible, this was little that could shock this man. Watersports, Bondage, Animal shows, and fecal erotica were just a few of the avant-garde sexual fantasies that Rich’s business so eagerly thrived on. For awhile Rich would argue to his friends and co-workers that his profits pumped directly out of vein chocked phalluses and bruised up,overshaved vaginas. He would say that every time that someone came in LA, he’d make a buck or two. And so business was conducted as such.
In the San Fernando Valley where Rich’s offices were located, it was hard to find new actors that would just walk in the door. The entire process would usally begin atr modeling agencies that specialized in porn. Here interviewers would ask how many cum shots actors felt comfortable with, how many cocks they could fit in each hole, how many times they had been in love. Some candidates would usually bring a boyfriend who could last little more then 5 mins behind a camera.
One day, Rich received a call from the casting agency in Burbank. The thick New-York accent of Nico, his modeling connection fuzzed through on the line.
“Rich ,have I got the girl for you” With ease he listened and sat slowly back into his chair
“Tell me more” he said intriguingly
“Well, she’s got tits the size of mars. Her pussy and asshole are waxed like a friggin manikin”
“A manikin you say?” Rich was excited now. He liked it when his actors were vacant.
“Yea rich, a real beauty. I’ll send her your way with the appropriate tests”
He hung up the phone and waited.
A day or so later, Rich finally meet with the mystery manikin girl. She walked into his office with sure enough, tits the size of Mars. He had yet to confirm the other facts. She introduced herself as Lavender. A typical run-of the mill stripper name, Rich felt that she’d fit nicely into his films. He introduced himself and began to question her
“Lav, I see you’re 20. that’s a good age. Any school under your, belt?” the curious gleam from his eyes belted across the room
“With the exception of a few community college courses, I haven’t studied much. I really just love to fuck”
“Well Lavender, You’ll find yourself right at home here. I can’t draw up a contract yet, but we’re filiming tomorrow morning at 7am.You’ll be there?”
“With pleasure” She sat up and left as slowly as she had come in.

The next morning Lavender showed up right on time. Her clothes were typical of an adult film star. Leather panties. Spiked heels. Stuff that stains would always show on. Rich manned the camera that day as they filmed a private masturbation scene. The scene was of Lavender on a cheesy velvet couch. A crimson red with a golden trim along the edges made the couch look like a pirates vest. As the film rolled, Rich gleamed into Lavender’s spread legs. He quivered as she rocked herself to an orgasm in less then minutes on tape. When she finished, she asked for the camera to be off. When the switch flicked, she took Rich by the hand and brought him onto the couch. He sat in a spot that was warm and stained with her juices. She kissed him as she had kissed so many others like him before. Behind the couch lay her bag. With every inch Rich advanced across her olive skin , Lavender inched closer to her purse. By the time Rich was lapping just short of her pubic region, she made one last effort and grabbed the cold steel from her purse. She thought a moment as he licked her lips from top to bottom. She wanted desperately to cum. But the thought of Rich’s brains splattered across an aluminum soundboard was even more erotic. As she raised the pearl handled, blue metallic .38 special she had picked up from a pawn shop in East LA for under $50, just off Ceasar Chavez Ave, she remembered how the small man from Oaxaca behind the counter had instructed her to use the gun. Pull the hammer back slowly. It’s well greased. Won’t make a sound. The cold steel pressed against Rich’s head as he lay between her legs wet with desire. She pulled the trigger and ended Rich Lochniver’s measly existence quickly. Then she came.