The news director had left me next to no time to put my latest feature piece together. I kind of had the feeling that the cunt wanted me to miss my deadline, so she’d have an excuse to fire my insolent ass.
I’d been hired at this L.A. affiliate as a segment producer a few months earlier. The general manager had been impressed by some of my work at a local television station in Denver, where I’d written and edited some pieces about mob-controlled strip clubs, tweaking hookers, a topless car wash–the kind of stuff most stations only run during sweeps weeks.
Unfortunately, the news director here seemed to have more scruples than management did. My first L.A. piece, about on-campus orgies at UCLA, didn’t meet her lofty standards of journalistic integrity. One way or another, one of us wouldn’t be around when my six-month contract was up.
I’d pitched her the idea of a Labor Day story about porn-video industry workers way back in July. I thought it would be a great excuse to show a lot of black-banded video clips of hot chicks fucking. And it sure as shit would be more interesting than a typical picnics-and-parades piece. But she’d waited until the morning of September first to give me the go-ahead, so I only had four days to write, shoot and edit the entire thing. Bitch.
I got my ass in gear and set up an appointment with the owner of a San Fernando Valley porn talent agency. He was a big black guy who looked like a linebacker definitely one telegenic dude. He gave me the phone numbers of a director and a few performers. I sent my cameraman over to a porn studio to shoot some B-roll without me. I’d get another cameraman to meet me wherever I was going next.
I had just gotten in my car and opened my cell phone when a beat-up Toyota pulled up behind me and gave my bumper a jolt. The driver was a petite blonde girl in big shades.
I got out when she did. She couldn’t have been taller than five feet, no older than nineteen. She was dressed like the slut of my dreams. Her boobs pushed her babydoll T-shirt out so far that I could see the bare curves underneath. Her cutoffs were split up the seam, showing off the sides of her butt cheeks. The view made it plain she wasn’t wearing panties. She had a belly-button ring.
“Sorry,” she said, sounding not sorry at all. She started walking away.
“Hey, hold on a minute there.” I looked at the way my bumper was pushed up at an angle. “What do you plan to do about this?”
She put her hands on her hips. “What the fuck do you want me to do?” she said with a sneer. “I don’t have any goddamned insurance. Right now I don’t even have a fucking quarter to feed the meter, and I barely had enough gas to make it here. I’m looking for work at this shithole because I’m flat fucking broke, okay?”
She was a sexy, dirty-mouthed little bitch, the kind of girl that gets me every time. Some guys go for shy little debutantes who act prim and ladylike. Other guys prefer friendly tomboys who they can pal around with. Not me. The girls who float my boat are usually the nasty hell-raisers who act out, mouth off and start trouble.
“You mean, you’re going in there?” I asked, looking at the sign above the porn agency’s door. It’s funny, even though the thing I liked about her was her sleaziness, I didn’t care for the idea of this nasty teenager selling her body that way. Don’t get me wrong. Seeing a girl with her looks on a box cover would make me rent a fuck video in a second, but I wanted this slut in my bed, not on my TV screen.
“You got a problem with that?” she asked. Her thighs were so slender and her cutoffs so brief that I could see a few black curls of pussy hair in there. I wanted to slip a finger up inside the crotch of her shorts and play with her cunt right there on the sidewalk.
I don’t know what made me say what came out of my mouth next. Chalk it up to not getting any poontang in awhile. “Look, don’t do that,” I said. “I can lend you some cash until you get a decent job. If you need a place to stay, you can crash at my apartment.”
I know what you’re thinking. You think I’m the kind of naive, backwoods, dumbfuck patsy who believes that every good-looking whore in the world would change her ways if she got a hot meal, a good night’s sleep and the love of a decent man. The truth is that I wanted to see if this sharp-tongued, down-on-her-luck slut might be salvageable as potential girlfriend material. Or if I might at least grab a couple of quick fucks off of her before she tried stealing my stereo.
She looked me up and down, not losing the sneer. “What are you, a goddamn priest or something?”
“Would a priest want to take you home and fuck your brains out?”
She snorted, cracking a smile. “Okay, you got me.” She looked up at the sign again, then back at me. “How far away do you live? I’m serious about being low on gas.”
I gave her a twenty to stop at a service station. She filled up her tank then followed me to my rented house in the Hollywood hills. Her name was Micki. All of a sudden I didn’t give a shit about the video segment I was supposed to be doing. She had just moved to the top of my list of priorities.
Micki went inside ahead of me, casually pulling off her pink T-shirt as she walked around and dropping it on the floor. Her dirty blonde hair stopped short of her shoulders, meaning I could see her entire bare back. I was about to reach around and grab two handfuls of heaven when she sprinted over to one of the windows.
“Cool fucking view,” she said slowly, looking out over the treetops at the Sunset Strip.
“I’ll say.” I was checking out the swollen profile of her bare left tit. She saw where I was looking. She faced me, giving me a straight-on look at both of her big boobs.
She lifted them from underneath, taunting me. “You like these, huh? What do you want to do to them?”
I didn’t feel like wasting any more time on chit-chat, I wanted to get down to it. I reached for one of her beautiful tits and kissed her dirty mouth. She didn’t back off.
She undid my belt, pulled down my zipper and stroked my cock while I wormed a hand inside the loose waistband of her cutoffs. I found the split of her pussy and crooked my finger, easing its tip inside her fuckhole.
“You want to fuck me?” she asked, making the question sound like an insult. “You want to put that great big cock of yours in my cunt?”
“What the hell do you think?”
“I think you’re an asshole who likes to take advantage of girls who are trying to make a living. I think you’re a jerk who doesn’t deserve any pussy at all. That’s what I think.”
She hadn’t stopped stroking my cock while she made her little speech.
“Oh, yeah?” I replied. “Well, I think you’re a dirty little slut who’d fuck anything that had a hard dick on it. And I think you’re going to march your ass into that bedroom and spread your legs, so I can screw that shit-eating grin off your face.”
Her pussy got wetter around my finger. When it came to smart-mouthing, she liked to get it as good as she gave.
She pulled my hand out of her shorts and strolled toward the bedroom, unzipping while she walked. When she stepped out of her shorts, I saw a sloppy ballpoint tattoo of a butterfly at the top of her crack.
She stretched out face down on my unmade bed. She opened her legs wide and tilted up her butt while I stripped off my clothes. I had a clear view of her little pink anus and the hairy slit of her pussy.
“Eat my ass a little bit,” she said. “I don’t let any guy fuck me if he isn’t willing to lick my asshole first.”
She acted as though she thought that was something I’d resent doing. She had a few things to learn.
I spread her cheeks, pulling her asshole wide for my tongue. “I’ll eat your ass,” I said, “but not just a little bit.”
I shoved my tongue as far up her asshole as I could, getting it good and wet and really reaming it. Micki gasped in surprise. I rooted up and down her crack, then probed deep in her sphincter again and again. Like I said before, I like it nasty.
“Fuck!” she moaned, writhing in my grip. “Jesus fuck, that feels good!”
I slipped a thumb in her cunt, using the fingers of the same hand to play with her clit. When I tweaked her swollen button, she started to come.
After she came down off her peak, I pulled her up onto all fours. My dick slipped inside her cunt with no resistance at all. I watched her asshole flex while I fucked her pussy from behind. When I was ready to shoot a load, I pulled my cock out of her snatch and aimed it down at her winking browneye. I pushed just the head of my dick inside her asshole, then pumped her full of hot cream.
Micki headed to the bathroom. I heard her in there, farting out my come. Man, she was sweet.
My pager beeped. The cameraman I had sent to the porn studio wanted to know if I needed him anywhere else. It was nearly three o’clock. I’d wasted almost the whole afternoon. I said I’d call him right back.
Micki returned to the bedroom while I was setting up a four o’clock interview with a porn actress. I told Micki what was up, I called my cameraman to tell him where he should meet me and I hurried to get dressed.
“You said I could crash here, right?” Micki said from the bed.
Now that I’d shot my wad, I was beginning to regret that offer. “Sure, sure,” I said. “I might not be back until late tonight, though. There’s a little bit of food in the fridge, but I’ll leave some cash on the counter if you want to go out for something.”
She smiled like a cat. “See ya,” she said, closing her eyes and curling up.
Okay, here’s a big fucking surprise: I got home at midnight and she was gone. No note, nothing. But at least my stereo was still there.
Bigger surprise: At two in the morning, I heard pounding on my door. It was Micki, completely wasted, hanging on the arm of a guy her age who looked slightly embarrassed.
“I brought somebody home for us to party with,” Micki announced, slurring her words. “This is–” She looked expectantly at the guy.
“Corey,” he said, sounding kind of wounded. “Dude, she said you’d be cool with me coming over,” he mumbled. “If it’s a problem–”
“No problem,” Micki said. She reeled her way into the living room. She pulled off her T-shirt the same way she had done that afternoon, baring her amazing tits. “Now let’s all get naked and fuck!” she screamed.
She passed out before taking two steps. While I put her to bed, Corey said, “She’s a real piece of work, huh?”
“That sounds about right.”
He looked sheepish. “Listen, don’t take this the wrong way, but be careful around her. She’s a lot of fun, but don’t trust her too far.”
I liked this guy. He seemed to have his heart in the right place. He kind of reminded me of myself at that age.
I woke up the next morning with my cock in Micki’s mouth. It took me a minute for me to remember that I had let Corey sleep on the couch. When I informed Micki of this, she called out, “Corey! Hey, Corey, are you up?”
“Wha–? Yeah, yeah, I’m up.”
“Then get your ass in here.” She gave me a bitchy sideways grin. “I want to have two big, hard dicks for breakfast.”
Maybe I should have told her that wasn’t going to happen, but part of me wanted to see just how nasty she could get. It excited me to think of her sucking two cocks and letting two men fuck her. Especially since one of them was going to be me.
Corey looked in at us. He was wearing boxer shorts. I gave him a nod.
“Get those damned things off,” Micki said. She ran her tongue over her lips. “Micki’s hungry.”
Corey pushed the boxers down to the floor. His cock was long and smooth. When he stepped toward the bed, Micki grabbed his dick and started sucking it.
The way she was twitching her butt made it obvious she wanted a replay of yesterday’s action. I buried my face in her ass and started to lick.
After a few minutes, she got up on her knees and said, “I want to get fucked by both of you at the same time. Corey, lie on your back.”
Micki straddled his body, facing him. She engulfed his stiff cock with her pussy, then rode up and down on it. The sight of her screwing him made my nuts draw up tight.
Micki looked back over her shoulder at me. “Rub some spit on your dick and shove it up my ass,” she said. “Come on, hurry the fuck up!”
When I pressed my cockhead against Micki’s asshole, it opened up like a circular pink mouth. I eased inside, a half-inch at a time, fucking back and forth. Micki groaned deep in her throat. I could feel the stiffness of Corey’s prick through the membrane of flesh separating Micki’s pussy from her shit tunnel.
“Come on and fuck me, you two bastards,” Micki said, rocking between us. “Goddammit, that feels good. One dick up my ass and another one in my pussy. Yes! Do it!”
I’d been with some wild bitches in my time, but this one took the cake. The three of us were covered in sweat. Micki’s asshole was hot and tight. Corey winced and said, “I’m coming!”
I felt his cock throb against mine as he spurted up into her cunt. Micki reached between her legs, getting her fingers wet with the come that was seeping out of her pussy. She licked her fingers clean.
That did it for me. I went balls-deep and exploded into her bowels. Micki cussed as she came, calling both of us goddamned motherfucking sons of bitches. And worse.
Ever notice how, right after you come, sex is the last thing on your mind? All of a sudden, my mind was back on getting my interviews done and slapping together that video piece. I didn’t plan to give my news director the chance to use “non-performance” as a reason to break my contract. I planned on staying in L.A. a long, long time.
I got out of bed. “Look, I have a lot of work to do,” I told Micki and Corey.
“So fuck off and do it,” Micki said. She was playing with Corey’s shiny dick. It was still hard.
I could tell that she was going to turn into a real pain in the ass after awhile. But I told myself that I could take the bad with the good for a few more days. With Micki, the bad actually was the good, and that’s how I liked it. I decided against telling her to clear out while I was gone.
It turned out that I didn’t have to say anything about that, anyway, because the house was empty when I got home. And I doubted she’d be turning up at my door in the wee hours, the way she had done the night before, because my stereo was gone, too.
I got my porn-industry piece finished on time, and management loved it. That disgusted the news director so much that she quit. Lucky me.
As for Micki, maybe I’m just a nice guy, but I don’t hold any grudges. That old stereo sucked, anyway, and I bought a new one with the bonus I got for the Labor Day piece.
I kind of hope Micki headed back to that porn talent agency. She might just become a star. She definitely has the looks for the job. And she sure as hell has the right skills.