Twenty minutes later, the police car entered the parking garage beneath a nondescript office building. They led me out of the cruiser with my hands still cuffed behind my back and guided me into an elevator.

We rode to the sixth floor in silence.

When the elevator doors opened, I found myself staring into a nearly vacant office suite. The walls were bare, and rectangular impressions in the carpet showed where desks had once stood. A folding table, two telephones, and several cardboard boxes were the only signs that anyone was still using the place. The blinds had been closed even though morning sunlight showed around their edges.

The officers walked me into the center of the room and stopped.

Then nothing happened.

They uncuffed me and told me to sit in one of the folding chairs. Neither officer explained where we were, who we were waiting for, or why I had been brought there.

Every time I asked a question, they ignored me.

For the first hour, I was angry.

By the second, I was scared.

By the third, I had convinced myself that they were going to kill me.

I asked if I could call home.

“No,” one of the officers replied.

It was the first word either of them had spoken to me in hours.

That scared me even more.

With no clock, I lost track of time.

Eventually, I heard a door open somewhere down the hallway.

Both officers stood.

My uncle Jason Mitchell, the Los Angeles County district attorney, came charging out of an office at the end of the hallway. In October 1987, he was fifty-one years old, muscular, and still had a full head of black hair. He carried himself as though he were the most important man in every room he entered, including rooms filled with armed police officers.

I had never seen him look so angry.

“Hold him,” Jason ordered.

The officers tightened their grip on my arms. Jason drove his fist into my stomach. I doubled over as far as their hands would allow, but before I could catch my breath, he hit me again.

“You stupid, selfish boy,” Jason shouted.

Jason struck me a third time. The air left my lungs, and my knees nearly buckled.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” Jason demanded.

I struggled to breathe as the officers held me upright. Jason stared at me for several seconds, almost daring me to answer. Then he turned and walked back into the office.

Jason returned carrying a canvas bag and dumped several videocassettes onto the floor. I recognized every box. They were all movies I had appeared in.

“I’m announcing my campaign for the United States Senate next year,” Jason said. “You’ve created a problem for me. Fortunately, you may also be useful.”

He told me what he wanted. Locations. Real names. Directors. Producers. Agents. Performers. Anyone financing the movies. He wanted enough information to start making arrests before he announced his campaign.

“Go fuck yourself,” I replied.

Jason smiled.

“Okay,” he said.

He started gathering the tapes.

“You know,” Jason said, “I’ve been thinking about Annie.”

I stared at him.

“She’s sixteen years old, Tommy,” Jason continued. “Living with her eighteen-year-old brother while he stars in pornographic movies.”

“She has nothing to do with this,” I replied.

“I know that. You know that.” Jason slipped one of the tapes into the bag. “But I wonder what Child Protective Services would think.”

My stomach dropped.

“You stay the fuck away from her,” I said.

“Or what?” Jason asked.

I lunged toward him. One of the officers grabbed me before I made it two steps.

Jason didn't move.

“All it takes is a phone call,” he said. “Someone expresses concern about Annie’s living situation. CPS investigates. Maybe they decide she shouldn’t be living with you anymore.”

“She has a home,” I said.

“For now,” Jason replied.

I tried to pull away from the officer.

Jason stepped closer.

“You think foster care means she stays in the neighborhood?” he asked. “Goes to the same school? Sleeps in her own bed? You think you get to decide where they send her?”

“You wouldn’t,” I said.

“I don't have to do anything, Tommy,” Jason replied. “You do.”

He let that sit for a moment.

Then he delivered the part that hurt even more.

“And while Annie is explaining to some social worker why her brother's pornography is all over my office, I can make sure you never see her again,” Jason said.

I stopped struggling.

Jason saw it.

That was what he had been waiting for.

“One week,” he said. “Give me what I want, Annie stays where she is, and I remove both of you from the no-visitor list at Leisure World.”

“And if I don't?” I asked.

Jason picked up the last tape.

“Then I start making phone calls,” he replied.

He turned to the officers.

“Get him out of my sight,” Jason ordered.

They dragged me toward the elevator. Jason watched us leave, surrounded by the tapes that had transformed me from a family embarrassment into a political opportunity.

The officers drove for nearly half an hour before pulling over in a bad neighborhood in Compton. They removed my handcuffs, put a quarter in my hand, and left me standing beside a pay phone.

“Your uncle said you needed time to think,” one of them said before they drove away.

I used the quarter to call Ashley.

By the time she found me, it was almost one in the afternoon.

Ashley jumped out and hurried toward me. The relief on her face disappeared when she saw the way I was holding my stomach.

“What happened to you?” she asked.

“I’ll tell you at home,” I replied.

She helped me into the car. During the drive, I told her Uncle Jason had hurt me and wanted something from me. Ashley reached over at a red light and took my hand. Neither of us mentioned the argument we had been having before the police arrived.

By the time we reached the apartment, every bump in the road had reminded me of Jason’s fists. Ashley came around to my side and slipped an arm around my waist. I wanted to tell her I could walk by myself, but getting out of the car hurt more than I expected.

The apartment door flew open before we reached the landing. Annie rushed outside in her pajamas and nearly knocked me backward when she threw her arms around me.

“Oh my God,” Annie cried. “Where did they take you?”

“I’m okay,” I said as I hugged her. “I promise.”

“You’re not okay,” Annie said. “You can barely stand.”

“I got punched in the stomach a few times,” I admitted. “It hurts, but I’ll be fine.”

“Who punched you?” Annie asked.

“Uncle Jason,” I replied.

The color disappeared from Annie’s face. She released me and stepped back.

“What did he want?” Annie asked.

I glanced at Ashley. She knew Uncle Jason had hurt me and wanted something from me, but she didn't know the rest.

“He wanted my help with something,” I said. “I told him I needed time to think about it.”

“What kind of help?” Annie asked.

“Nothing you need to worry about tonight,” I replied.

Annie folded her arms across her chest.

“That means it’s something I should worry about,” Annie said.

“I’ll tell you everything,” I promised. “Just not tonight.”

Annie looked as if she wanted to argue, but instead she hugged me again. This time she was careful not to squeeze my stomach.

“When the police took you away, I thought they were going to put you in jail,” Annie whispered.

“So did I,” I admitted.

Ashley closed the door behind us and locked both deadbolts. Annie helped me onto the couch while Ashley went into the kitchen and filled a dish towel with ice. She brought it back and pressed it against my stomach.

“Hold this there,” Ashley instructed. “I’m calling Blake.”

“I’ll call him,” I said.

“Tommy, you can barely breathe without making a face,” Ashley said.

“He needs to hear it from me,” I replied.

Ashley handed me the telephone. I found Blake’s number in the address book and dialed it. He answered after the third ring.

“Blake, it’s Tommy,” I said.

“What’s wrong?” Blake asked. “You sound like you can barely breathe.”

“I had a meeting with my uncle,” I replied. “It wasn’t voluntary. Two cops were waiting outside my apartment. They handcuffed me, put me in their car, and took me to him.”

“What’s your uncle’s name?” Blake asked.

“Jason Mitchell,” I replied.

Blake went quiet.

“Los Angeles County District Attorney Jason Mitchell?” Blake asked.

“Yeah,” I replied. “He’s my dad’s brother.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Blake said. “Did they arrest you?”

“They said I wasn’t under arrest,” I replied.

“Were you charged with anything?” Blake asked.

“No,” I said. “They took me to an empty office, kept me there for hours, and held me while Jason punched me.”

“How many times?” Blake asked.

“Three,” I replied. “All in the stomach.”

“Are you bleeding?” Blake asked.

“No,” I replied.

“Can you identify the officers?” Blake asked. “Names, badge numbers, anything?”

“I didn’t get their names,” I replied. “I’d recognize them if I saw them again.”

“What did Jason want?” Blake asked.

“He’s running for the Senate,” I explained. “He wants me to give him shoot locations and the real names of performers, directors, producers, agents, and whoever puts up the money. He wants to announce his campaign with raids and arrests already happening.”

“Did you agree to anything?” Blake asked.

“No,” I replied. “He gave me a week.”

“Good,” Blake said. “Don’t call him. Don’t meet with him, and don’t tell anyone in the business what happened.”

“He threatened Annie,” I said before I could stop myself.

Annie looked up.

“What did he say?” Blake asked.

“He said she’s sixteen and living with her eighteen-year-old brother who makes porn movies. He threatened to call Child Protective Services and have her put into foster care.”

“What?” Annie asked.

I turned away from her.

“He said if I cooperate, Annie stays with me,” I continued.

“That son of a bitch,” Blake said.

“Can he do it?” I asked.

“He can call CPS and make your life very difficult,” Blake replied. “That doesn’t mean he gets to decide what happens to Annie.”

“But he’s the district attorney,” I said.

“I know,” Blake replied. “Which is why you’re going to do exactly what I tell you.”

Blake instructed me to photograph my injuries and write down everything I remembered about the officers, Jason, and what happened in the office.

“If Jason contacts you again, call me,” Blake said. “If the police come back, call me. If anyone from CPS shows up, call me before you answer any questions.”

“What about Vegas and San Francisco?” I asked.

“You’re still going,” Blake replied. “Your uncle gave you a week. Let him think you’re considering his offer while I make some calls.”

“And Annie?” I asked.

“I’ll handle it,” Blake replied.

“Can you?” I asked.

“I’m going to do everything I can,” Blake said. “Right now, you need to act normally.”

I looked at Annie.

“That might be difficult,” I said.

“I know,” Blake replied. “Call me when you land.”

Blake hung up.

Annie stared at me.

“He can really have them take me away?” she asked.

“No,” I replied.

“You asked Blake if he could,” Annie said.

“He can call them,” I said. “That doesn’t mean they’re taking you anywhere.”

Annie folded her arms across her chest.

“What does he want from you?” she asked.

I told her.

“And if you do it, I get to stay here and we can see Grandma?” Annie asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

Annie's eyes filled with tears, as she cried, “I want to say with you.”

“I know,” I replied.

“But I don’t want you to snitch either,” Annie said.

Ashley put her arm around her.

“You shouldn’t have to choose,” Ashley said.

Annie shook her head.

“Neither should Tommy,” she replied.

She crossed the room and carefully hugged me.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Annie said.

I wrapped my arms around her.

“No,” I replied. “You’re not.”

Annie hugged me one more time before going to work. Ashley helped me into my room and waited while I changed. She climbed into bed beside me, still wearing the clothes she had worn all morning, and carefully rested her head against my shoulder.

“I thought they were going to take you away from me,” Ashley whispered.

“I thought so too,” I admitted.

Ashley placed her hand against my chest.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Ashley said.

I looked down at her. After everything that had happened, the question slipped out before I could stop myself.

“If you feel that way, why don’t you want to be my girlfriend?” I asked.

Ashley lifted her head and looked directly into my eyes. For several seconds, she didn’t say anything. Then she smiled, gently bopped me on the nose with her finger, and kissed me.

It was a long, tender kiss—nothing like the hurried ones she gave me when she wanted to end an argument.

When she pulled away, Ashley rested her head against my shoulder again and closed her eyes.

She still hadn’t answered my question.

For the rest of the night, I decided not to ask it again.

By Monday morning, less than a day after my meeting with Uncle Jason, I was on a plane to Las Vegas to shoot In My Mouth, a sex comedy starring Cassandra. The bruises across my stomach had turned dark purple overnight, and every time the seat belt pressed against them, I was reminded that my uncle expected an answer in six days.

Cassandra was playing Mikki Valentine, a barely disguised spoof of the Material Girl herself. In the movie, Mikki partnered with Music Video Television to hold a contest in which one lucky fan would win a date with her. Since this was an adult movie, the date involved considerably more than dinner and concert tickets.

The director was already calling In My Mouth the funniest fuck film of all time, which seemed premature considering we hadn’t shot a single frame. I had read the script on the flight and had to admit it was good. It had an actual story, a few clever jokes, and several lines that made me laugh out loud. However, it was nowhere close to being as funny as the director believed it was.

Still, I was grateful for the job. It gave me a plane ticket out of Los Angeles and several days during which I could pretend that my biggest problem was remembering my lines.

I had three sexual sequences in the movie. In the first, I jerked off while watching Mikki announce the contest on MVTV. In the second, I fucked the six women in Benny’s hometown Mikki Valentine fan club. The movie ended with Benny sharing his prize with Mikki and another finalist named Kaylani.

I played Benny Bolton, an average eighteen-year-old whose entire life revolved around pop superstar Mikki Valentine. When MVTV announced that the fan who submitted the hottest home video would win a private date with her, Benny’s six fellow fan-club members decided to help him create an entry Mikki couldn’t ignore.

It wasn’t the most believable story ever written, but believability wasn’t what people were renting In My Mouth for.

Freddy Marx, the director, met me at McCarran International Airport and drove me straight to the set. The fact that the director was also responsible for collecting actors from the airport told me this wasn’t going to be a lavish production.

“This is my first porno, but it isn’t my first movie,” Freddy explained as we pulled away from the terminal.

Before In My Mouth, Freddy had made a career directing direct-to-video horror movies with titles like Zombie Stepmothers from Hell, Mothman Versus Slothman, Hell’s Hookers, and Killer Cheerleaders from Kissimmee.

“Most directors think making porn is a step down,” Freddy said. “Those directors never made Mothman Versus Slothman.”

I laughed as Freddy continued driving.

“As far as I’m concerned, this is a promotion,” Freddy added. “The women are better-looking, the monsters don’t need rubber masks, and, most importantly, the producers actually pay me.”

I liked Freddy almost immediately. He was funny, creative, and completely without pretension, but beneath the jokes was a director determined to make the best movie possible. He didn’t use video, limited equipment, or a short schedule as excuses. If the production couldn’t afford something, he found another way to achieve the effect.

Freddy also respected the material. He cared about the script, the performances, the camera angles, and whether the jokes were actually funny. Whether he was directing a killer cheerleader, a rubber monster, or two people fucking, he refused to let the picture look cheap or careless.

The set was an aging hotel on the Strip that had temporarily closed for renovations. Plastic sheeting covered parts of the lobby, several walls had been stripped to the plaster, and the casino floor was dark. Freddy turned those limitations into an advantage: the empty ballroom became the MVTV studio, the cocktail lounge doubled as a nightclub, and the larger suites served as every bedroom the script required.

“Why pay for six locations when one place can pretend to be all of them?” Freddy asked.

An hour later, Cassandra and I were posing for photographs that would appear on the back of the video box. The front cover belonged entirely to Cassandra as Mikki Valentine, but Freddy wanted the back to sell the chemistry between Mikki and Benny. For one setup, the photographer positioned Cassandra behind me with her arms wrapped around my chest. When he asked me to unbutton my shirt, the dark bruising across my stomach became impossible to hide. Cassandra’s smile vanished, and Freddy immediately stepped between me and the camera.

“What the hell happened to you?” Freddy asked.

I told him I had wiped out on my skateboard, but neither he nor Cassandra believed me.

“You must have landed on a very angry sidewalk,” Cassandra said as she carefully touched the unbruised skin beside my ribs.

Freddy asked whether I needed a doctor or wanted to postpone my scenes. I assured him I could work and asked them not to make a big deal out of it.

“Fine,” Freddy said. “Valerie will use makeup to cover the bruises, but trust me, kid, no one looking at this box is going to be staring at your stomach.”

His joke made me smile, but the concern never left his face.

Normally, I would walk you through the production one scene at a time—who arrived late, who couldn’t perform, what went wrong, and how the director somehow finished the movie despite everything working against him. In My Mouth didn’t have that kind of production. Everyone showed up, knew what they were supposed to do, and got along. Freddy kept the shoot moving, and there was no off-camera drama worth manufacturing for the sake of a better story.

Since the movie remains one of my favorites, I’m going to focus on what ended up on the screen instead. I’ll tell you the story from beginning to end and interrupt occasionally whenever I have some worthwhile commentary or a behind-the-scenes detail to share.

In My Mouth opened with a music video featuring Cassandra as pop superstar Mikki Valentine, singing Fuck a Virgin over the credits. Freddy filmed the sequence inside the hotel’s abandoned cocktail lounge, which his crew had transformed with smoke machines, flashing pink lights, and enough neon to make it resemble the inside of a jukebox. The song was driven by synthesizers, electronic drums, and a bass line that sounded suspiciously similar to half the dance records released during the decade. From the moment Mikki strutted onto the stage, Cassandra vanished into the character.

Mikki stood only five foot one and weighed approximately 105 pounds, but Cassandra’s reported 37DD-24-36 figure allowed her to dominate the screen. Her full DD breasts and rounded hips appeared even more dramatic against her twenty-four-inch waist, while her shapely legs completed her compact hourglass figure. Her face softened the effect: gently rounded cheeks, a small nose, full lips, and wide blue-green eyes that could project sweetness and innocence even when Mikki was behaving anything but innocently.

Her dyed-blonde hair had been teased, sprayed, and feathered into a wild platinum mane that framed her face and seemed to move independently whenever she turned her head. The makeup artist had emphasized her eyes with dark liner and smoky shadow, then completed the look with glossy pink lipstick. Mikki looked like the kind of pop star parents feared their sons would discover on cable television after midnight.

Mikki began the video wearing a cropped black leather jacket over a sequined bustier, a short skirt, lace gloves, fishnet stockings, and high-heeled boots. Staring directly into the camera, she sang:

You’ve watched me dancing on your TV screen,

Now I’m standing closer than your wildest dream.

Your lips say yes, but your hands still shake,

Come a little closer, I know what you ache for.

As the beat grew louder, Mikki began removing her clothes. She slid the leather jacket from her shoulders and tossed it toward the camera. During the pre-chorus, she pulled off her gloves with her teeth, one finger at a time, while continuing to sing:

You don’t need experience,

You only need tonight.

Everybody has a first time,

Let me make yours right.

When the chorus began, Mikki unzipped her skirt and allowed it to fall around her ankles. She stepped out of it without missing a beat, leaving herself in the sequined bustier, fishnets, and boots.

I’m gonna fuck a virgin,

Make him beg for more.

Leave his sweet innocence

In pieces on the floor.

Mikki turned her back to the camera, glanced seductively over her shoulder, and slowly unfastened the bustier. She held it against her breasts for several seconds before allowing it to fall. Freddy cut between close-ups of her face, her hands moving across her body, and wide shots of her dancing beneath the neon lights.

I’m gonna fuck a virgin,

Show him how it’s done.

By the time that I’m finished,

He’ll forget he was ever one.

By the final chorus, Mikki had removed her stockings and was completely naked except for her boots, earrings, and a heavy silver chain around her neck. She dropped to her knees at the edge of the stage, crawled toward the camera, and finished the song close enough to fog the lens with her breath.

As the title In My Mouth filled the screen, Mikki smiled and licked her lips.

The movie then cut to the MVTV studios, where Mikki was interviewed by Mike Kunt, one of the VJs. Jerry Baxter played him. He was twenty-eight, with thick dark hair, a lean build, and the expressive face of someone who had once expected to become a mainstream actor. The Brooklyn native had performed Off-Broadway and made several walk-on appearances on One Life to Live before answering a Backstage advertisement for an adult film in 1981.

Like many male performers from his era, Jerry could genuinely act. His performance in Serpent’s Eyes earned him two Best Actor awards in 1985, and he occasionally appeared in mainstream exploitation movies. By the time I met him, he was one of porn’s most recognizable leading men, although he still behaved as if the business were only a temporary stop on his way to something respectable.

After the video premiered, the movie cut back to the MVTV studio, where Mikki sat beside VJ Mike with her legs crossed and one high-heeled foot swinging beneath her chair. She was still wearing the leather jacket and boots from the video, but the jacket was now zipped just high enough to keep the audience guessing whether she had anything underneath.

“Mikki, I hear you have a big announcement,” Mike said.

“I do,” Mikki replied excitedly. “I’ve partnered with MVTV to create the greatest contest ever.”

“Tell me more,” Mike said.

“One lucky viewer is going to win a private date with me,” Mikki announced as she looked directly into the camera.

The studio audience cheered as Mike pretended to straighten his tie.

“How does someone enter?” Mike asked.

“It’s simple,” Mikki replied. “Send me the hottest video you can make. My favorite wins. You must be eighteen or older to enter.”

“What exactly do you mean by a hot video?” Mike asked.

Mikki uncrossed her legs and leaned toward him.

“Why explain it when I can show you?” Mikki replied.

The music started again as Mikki stood and slowly unzipped her jacket. She opened it long enough to reveal her naked breasts before letting it slide down her arms and fall to the studio floor. Mike stared up at her as Mikki stepped between his knees, placed one hand behind his head, and pulled his face against her chest.

The movie then cut to me as Benny Bolton, sitting on the edge of my bed and watching the broadcast. Mikki’s posters covered the walls behind me. I stared at the television with my mouth hanging open as she unfastened Mike’s pants and lowered herself onto her knees.

Mikki stroked Mike’s cock while continuing to address the audience.

“Your video needs to be original,” Mikki said. “It needs to be exciting. Most importantly, it needs to make me want to meet you.”

As Mikki took his hard penis her mouth, Benny hurriedly pulled down his shorts and began jerking off. The scene repeatedly cut between Mikki’s mouth moving up and down Mike’s shaft and Benny stroking himself while staring at the television.

Mikki stood and bent over the news desk, looking directly into the camera as Mike moved behind her. He lifted one of her legs onto the desk and slowly entered her. Mikki gripped its edge as he began fucking her, deliberately keeping her eyes fixed on the viewers at home.

“Do you think this is hot enough?” Mike asked.

“It’s a good start,” Mikki replied breathlessly. “But our viewers can do better.”

Benny moved closer to the television, stroking himself faster as Mikki’s moans came through its speakers. Onscreen, she turned around, pushed Mike into his chair, and straddled him. Her breasts bounced as she rode him, occasionally looking into the camera as though she were performing specifically for Benny.

The editing made it appear as if Mikki could see him watching. Each time Benny slowed down, she rode Mike harder. Each time Mikki moaned, Benny’s hand moved faster. The contest announcement gradually became a private performance shared through the television screen.

“I want to see how badly you want me,” Mikki said to the camera.

When Mike announced that he was ready to cum, Mikki slipped from his lap and knelt between his legs. She opened her mouth and told him to prove how hot the contest could become. Mike stroked himself until his cum splashed across Mikki’s face and lips.

Benny lost control at the same moment. He groaned Mikki’s name and shot his load across the television screen, covering her image as she smiled beneath Mike’s cum.

Mikki ran one finger across her cheek and slowly licked it clean before looking directly into the camera.

“That’s what I mean by hot,” Mikki said.

Benny switched off the television but continued stroking his cock until the telephone rang. He reluctantly stopped, reached across the bed, and picked up the receiver.

“Hello?” Benny answered.

He listened to the excited voice on the other end before glancing at the cum-covered television.

“Yeah, Shana, of course I saw it,” Benny replied.

Shana asked another question.

“Yeah, of course I jerked off,” Benny admitted.

After one final question, a smile spread across his face.

“Yeah, of course I want Tampa’s Mikki Valentine Fan Club’s help,” Benny replied.

The movie then jumped ahead four months. Mikki sat behind a desk alongside her manager, played by Eden, the same striking, dark-haired woman I’d fucked at Debbie’s party, and MVTV VJ Eta Pussy, played by Ginny Good. Eden possessed the polished beauty and commanding presence of a woman accustomed to controlling both the room and everyone in it. Ginny had a completely different look. She was tall and lean, with sharp cheekbones, full lips, and intense dark eyes. Her dyed-blonde hair, punk styling, and natural, unenhanced breasts gave her a rawer, more rebellious appearance, the perfect look for an outrageous late-night video jockey.

A pretty twenty-something intern named Bonnie entered the office completely naked, clutching three videotapes against her bare breasts. A buzzing vibrator protruded from her cunt, turning her short walk to the desk into a test of balance and self-control. By the time she reached Mikki, her cheeks were flushed, her knees were trembling, and the tapes were in danger of slipping from her grasp.

“These are the three finalists,” Bonnie announced as she carefully lowered the videotapes onto Mikki’s desk. “I spent the last several weeks watching every eligible submission.”

Eta stared at the buzzing vibrator dangling between Bonnie’s legs.

“Was that part of the screening process?” Eta asked.

“No,” Bonnie replied as she pressed her thighs together. “This is personal.”

“Thank God,” Eden said. “I was beginning to think MVTV had revised the internship program.”

Mikki studied Bonnie’s flushed face and trembling knees.

“Please tell me that isn’t company equipment,” Mikki said.

“No, Miss Valentine,” Bonnie replied.

“Good,” Mikki said. “Accounting hates it when employees take office supplies home.”

Eta picked up the first tape and examined its handwritten label.

“How did you narrow thousands of entries down to three?” Eta asked.

“I graded every submission for originality, enthusiasm, and sexual appeal,” Bonnie explained.

The vibrator suddenly changed speeds. Bonnie gasped and grabbed the edge of the desk to keep herself upright.

“And endurance, apparently,” Eden added.

“I take my job very seriously,” Bonnie insisted.

“I can see that,” Mikki replied. “You’re the first intern we’ve had who comes to every meeting.”

The three women laughed while Bonnie struggled to regain her composure.

“Would you like me to stay while you watch the finalists?” Bonnie asked.

“No,” Mikki replied. “You’ve already gone above and beyond.”

“And in and out,” Eta added.

Bonnie turned toward the door, but another surge from the vibrator stopped her in her tracks. She gripped the doorframe, closed her eyes, and waited for her knees to steady.

“Take the rest of the afternoon off,” Eden said. “You’ve earned a happy ending.”

“Thank you,” Bonnie managed to reply before carefully shuffling out of the office.

Once Bonnie disappeared into the hallway, Eta looked at the other two women.

“That girl doesn’t need the afternoon off,” Eta said. “She needs cock, preferably something that doesn’t require batteries.”

Mikki and Eden burst out laughing.

Mikki inserted the first tape and pressed play. Ricky Star appeared onscreen in his mother’s basement beside a blow-up doll wearing a cheap blonde wig. A cardboard photograph of Mikki’s face had been attached to its head with several strips of masking tape.

“My name is Lance,” Ricky announced to the camera. “I’m a nineteen-year-old virgin, I still live with my mother, and every night I jerk off while imagining Mikki Valentine taking my virginity.”

Ricky kissed the photograph, climbed on top of the doll, and began awkwardly pumping into it. He then started singing “Fuck a Virgin” badly off-key, forgetting half the words and replacing the rest with breathless humming. The only accompaniment was the relentless squeaking of vinyl beneath him.

Eta slowly turned toward Eden.

“This beat thousands of other entries?” Eta asked.

“Apparently Bonnie was grading on effort,” Eden replied.

Onscreen, one corner of Mikki’s photograph peeled away from the doll’s face. Ricky tried to press it back into place without interrupting his rhythm, but another strip of tape came loose. The entire photograph slid sideways and dangled from the doll’s ear.

“Even my photograph is trying to get away from him,” Mikki said.

Ricky kept singing and thrusting as the photograph finally fell off and landed on the floor. He looked down at it, looked back at the camera, and continued fucking the faceless doll as though nothing had happened.

Eden stared at the television in disbelief.

“We gave Bonnie the afternoon off for this?” Eden asked.

“That vibrator must have scrambled her judgment,” Eta replied.

I hadn’t seen Ricky since I replaced him in Getting Together. When I ran into him on the set, he asked whether I could help him find work, and I promised that I would. Watching him reduced to a punch line made me feel guilty. He had once believed he was going to become a star. Now he was having sex with a squeaking inflatable woman while Mikki Valentine’s cardboard face watched from the floor.

Mikki stopped the tape before Ricky finished. “Well, it was certainly memorable.”

“It made my pussy drier than the Sahara,” Eta replied.

“Next,” Eden said.

The second video starred Kaylani, a nineteen-year-old Asian-American newcomer from Mililani, Hawaii. She was five-foot-five with dyed-blonde hair, hazel eyes, golden skin, and a toned figure. Kaylani knelt between Jon Dane and Dick Horny and stared confidently into the camera.

“I deserve to win because Mikki thinks she’s the biggest slut in the world,” Kaylani said as she stroked both men. “I’m the only woman who can prove she isn’t.”

Kaylani moved eagerly between them, beginning with slow kisses and teasing strokes before taking each man into her mouth. Her performance quickly became rougher and more urgent, but she never stopped playing to the camera. She looked less like a fan auditioning for Mikki than a challenger daring her to keep up.

Jon finally pulled Kaylani onto the bed and moved between her legs while Dick knelt beside her head. Kaylani gripped Dick’s hips and refused to let him pull away as Jon increased his pace. After several minutes, the men switched places without giving her time to recover, leaving her rocking between them as the scene grew more intense.

Before the final position, Kaylani fell back against the mattress, spread her legs wide, and looked hungrily from one man to the other.

“I want both of you in my pussy at the same time,” she demanded. “I want to feel you stretching me together.”

Jon entered her first. Kaylani then reached for Dick and guided him beside Jon, her eyes widening as he slowly pressed inside. A deep, broken moan escaped her throat. Her brow tightened, her mouth fell open, and her fingers clawed at the sheets while she adjusted to both men.

Once she had taken them completely, Kaylani rolled her hips and begged them to go faster. Their slow rhythm quickly became harder. Her low moans turned into sharp, breathless cries, punctuated by gasps each time they pushed deeper. Her eyes fluttered closed, then opened wide as she stared into the camera, trembling between them and loudly demanding more.

When both men were ready to finish, Kaylani dropped to her knees in front of them and opened her mouth. Jon and Dick covered her face, lips, breasts, and blonde hair. Kaylani licked the corners of her mouth before staring directly into the lens.

“Pick me, Mikki,” she pleaded. “Let’s find out which one of us is the bigger slut.”

Mikki stared at the frozen image for several seconds.

“Well,” Eta said, “that one understood the assignment.”

Eden nodded. “She didn’t make an audition tape. She made a threat.”

Mikki smiled. “I like her.”

“You like trouble,” Eden replied.

“Same thing,” Mikki said.

Before I go into greater detail about the scene, I’d like to say a few words about my co-stars. By then, I had spent enough time on adult sets to understand that beauty might get someone hired, but it didn’t necessarily make her memorable. These six women were memorable.

Savannah Stone was a shapely five-foot-six blonde with the kind of confidence that made me believe she would become a major star. Gina Tempest was equally tall and blonde, but she carried herself with the calm assurance of someone who had already spent several years in the business. She always seemed to know where the camera was without having to search for it.

Karissa Calloway was a petite brunette with brown eyes, but her smaller frame never caused her to disappear beside the taller women. Shana Holt was a slim Asian American beauty with dark brown hair and eyes who seemed quiet while we were preparing, then became far more animated once the cameras started rolling.

Jessa Winters had blonde hair, green eyes, natural curves, and a soft, sweet face that made her appear almost too innocent for what we were about to film. That contrast was undoubtedly part of her appeal. Brandy Vale, the youngest at twenty, watched the others carefully but never seemed intimidated by them.

Together, they didn’t look like six women from a hometown fan club. They looked like six different fantasies kneeling in front of me, each one eager to prove that she knew exactly what Benny Bolton needed before he met the woman of his dreams.

The contest video opened with all six girls standing together in bikinis. They looked straight into the camera and shouted in unison, “We are the Mikki Valentine Fan Club of Tampa, Florida!”

Karissa stepped forward. “We’re making this video for our best friend Benny. He’s your number one fan.”

Jessa jumped in. “When you challenged your fans to raise money for orphans in Sudan, Benny raised five thousand dollars.”

Savannah added, “He even raised money to buy tickets for underprivileged fans.”

Then Gina smiled mischievously at the camera. “There are a lot of great reasons to choose Benny. But now we want to show you why you really need to choose Benny.”

That was my cue. I walked into the room wearing nothing but a tight pair of briefs as all six girls turned their attention toward me. One by one, they pulled me in for a kiss, each lingering a little longer than the last. Then they slowly dropped to their knees, their hands sliding teasingly over the pronounced bulge straining against my underwear. They took their time, grinning up at me and playing to the camera before hooking their fingers beneath the waistband. Together, they slowly pulled my briefs down, finally revealing my huge, rock-hard cock.

Savannah stared down at him. “Mikki is going to need both hands,” Savannah said.

“And possibly a warning label,” Gina added.

Brandy covered her mouth and laughed. “No one told me he was that big,” Brandy said.

“That’s because we wanted your reaction on camera,” Karissa replied.

All the girls put their hands on his junk. They crowded around him from every direction, laughing and competing for space as their hands overlapped. Some tickled it. Others stroked it. The playful mood quickly became more intense as they watched one another, each trying to get a reaction from him.

Karissa moved away from the others and lowered herself beneath him while the other girls gathered around. Karissa got under him and started kissing his balls. She lingered there as the others continued touching him, occasionally looking up at him and then over at her friends.

Slowly, one by one, they all took turns sucking it. Rather than rushing, they rotated in and out, with one girl moving forward while another slipped back into the group. The others watched, touched him, teased whoever was taking her turn, and waited impatiently for another chance. With six girls surrounding him, there was always someone in front of him, someone beside him, and someone reaching in from behind, making the whole thing feel increasingly chaotic and uninhibited.

Jessa and Brandy stood up and removed their bikini tops. They moved in close on either side of Benny, pressing against him as he looked from one to the other. Their erect nipples were begging Benny to pinch them. Which he obviously did. Both girls reacted instantly, laughing and gasping as they leaned into his hands, clearly encouraging him to keep going.

After some deep French kissing, they stood on both sides and urged him to put his hands down their respective bikini bottoms. Jessa guided one of his hands beneath hers while Brandy did the same with the other, leaving Benny wedged between them as they kissed his neck and shoulders. His arms disappeared between their bodies while both girls rocked against his hands, their earlier teasing giving way to something much more urgent.

Meanwhile, Shana had dropped down in front of him, taking advantage of the opening between Jessa and Brandy, while Gina positioned herself beneath her. Shana was sitting on Gina’s face as she continued blowing him. Behind Benny, Savannah was sitting on Karissa’s face while leaning forward and licking his asshole. Benny’s fingers were playing in Jessa and Brandy’s wet cunts as they clung to him from either side, breathing harder as his fingers moved inside their bikini bottoms. With Shana and Gina in front of him, Savannah and Karissa behind him, and Jessa and Brandy pressed against either side, Benny was completely surrounded, every position fitting together like an increasingly frantic human puzzle.

Benny was now sitting on the couch, watching as the girls slowly took off their bikinis, teasing him by taking their time before turning their attention to each other. He stroked his large cock as they kissed, their hands roaming over each other’s naked bodies as the kisses became deeper and more passionate.

One by one, they lowered themselves to the floor, arranging their bodies until they were lying together in a tight circle, each woman’s face between another girl’s thighs. Soon they were eating each other's pussies, hands gripping hips and thighs as their bodies pressed closer together. Benny stayed on the couch just above them, stroking himself as he watched the circle come alive beneath him.

Their tongues brought each other to orgasm as they used it to lick each others’ clits. Each reaction seemed to spur on the next girl, hips lifting from the floor, thighs tightening around faces and moans disappearing between legs. As one girl began to cum, the woman pleasuring her would hold her tighter and keep licking, even while reacting to the tongue working between her own legs. Soon the entire circle was moving together, their pleasure feeding into each other as Benny increased the speed of his thrusts.

Suddenly, the girls stood up and formed a line, laughing and teasing one another as they waited for their turn with Benny. Brandy was first. Storywise, she was the only girl in the club who hadn’t had sex with him, which made everyone especially eager to watch what happened when she finally did.

Brandy stepped between Benny’s legs and slowly sat on his lap, settling against him as his cock knocked against her backside. For a moment, neither of them rushed. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and they kissed for several long seconds while the other girls gathered around them, whispering encouragement and occasionally reaching in to touch Brandy.

Benny turned his attention to her sensitive breasts, teasing them until Brandy was squirming impatiently on his lap. With each kiss, lick, and bite, she started moaning, gripping his shoulders more tightly as the anticipation finally became too much.

Benny then raised her bottom and slowly slid his dick into her tight pussy. She cried out as he finished putting it all inside her, clutching him tightly while she adjusted to the feeling. Once she was ready, Brandy began riding him, gradually finding a rhythm as Benny held her hips and helped guide her movements.

The other girls immediately erupted around them, cheering Brandy on and calling out encouragement as she became increasingly confident. Soon she wasn’t acting like the nervous last girl in the club anymore. She was kissing Benny passionately, moving eagerly in his lap while the others crowded around the couch, laughing, touching her, and celebrating the fact that Brandy had finally taken her turn.

Shana tapped Brandy on the shoulder and said, “My turn,” before climbing onto me. Brandy reluctantly slid away, and Shana immediately took her place. The other girls laughed at how quickly she moved.

This wasn’t Shana’s first sexual encounter in the sequence; she and Benny had already had sex earlier. And within Benny’s contest tape, she wasn’t waiting for a first chance with him either. She had already gotten one. That distinction mattered later.

Shana rode Benny with far more aggression than Brandy had, taking control until Savannah finally reached in and pulled her away. From there, the scene became a relay, each woman taking a turn while the others stayed close, kissing, touching, and heckling whoever had Benny’s attention.

Finally, I had all of them sit together on the couch with their legs spread wide open. They squeezed shoulder-to-shoulder across the cushions, still flushed and breathing heavily, watching me expectantly as I stood in front of them. After all the frantic movement of the last few minutes, suddenly having all six sitting still in a row made the moment feel even more charged. They knew I wasn’t finished with them yet.

The movie then cut back to Mikki’s office.

All three women were naked and masturbating with each other without taking their eyes off the screen. Their bodies were pressed together on the couch, hands moving between thighs as whatever they were watching held their attention.

Within seconds, Eden couldn’t stay seated any longer. She slipped off the couch, turned toward Mikki and lowered herself between her open legs. Mikki shifted forward to meet her, spreading wider as Eden settled onto the floor. Her tongue licked her clit as two fingers moved in and out of her visibly wet pussy. Mikki immediately reacted, sinking deeper into the cushions and gripping Eden’s hair as Eden became more enthusiastic.

Eta watched them for another moment before moving in from the opposite side. She climbed onto the couch beside Mikki, swung one leg over her shoulders, and slowly lowered herself toward her face. Mikki looked up at her, momentarily distracted from what Eden was doing between her legs.

As Eta climbed onto Mikki’s face, Mikki said, “I’ve never seen one so big.”

Eta laughed and lowered herself the rest of the way, leaving Mikki caught deliciously in the middle: Eden working between her thighs while Eta straddled her face. Eden wrapped an arm around Mikki’s leg to hold her in place, Mikki gripped Eta’s hips, and the three women settled into their positions without ever completely forgetting what was still playing on the screen in front of them.

The movie returned to Benny’s video. We catch him as he’s between Savannah’s legs, dining on her tunnel of love. Savannah was stretched out across the couch, her hips pulled toward the edge as Benny knelt on the floor between her thighs. She tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as her breathing became heavier and her body started responding to every movement.

After she cums, he stood up and started fucking her at a rapid pace. Savannah barely had time to catch her breath before Benny grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the couch. Her legs wrapped around him as he leaned over her, forcing her deeper into the cushions while the pace quickly became more frantic.

Her moans grew louder as Gina leaned over and started licking her friend’s clit. Gina positioned herself beside Savannah, leaning across her body and slipping between them without interrupting Benny’s rhythm. Savannah grabbed Gina with one hand and Benny with the other, overwhelmed by the attention coming from both directions.

The combination immediately pushed Savannah toward another climax. Her hips bucked between them as Gina held her thighs open and Benny kept up the relentless pace. Around them, the other girls watched eagerly, already anticipating whose turn would come next.

As Savannah finally collapsed back against the couch, Gina was already right there beside her. Benny barely gave either woman time to recover before turning his attention to Gina. She immediately understood what was coming and grinned, turning around and dropping to her knees on the cushion. Savannah stayed sprawled beside her, still breathless, as Gina bent forward over the back of the couch and looked over her shoulder at Benny.

At the other end of the couch, Shana straightened up. She had clearly expected to be next, but Gina had already been perfectly positioned beside Savannah. Shana watched Benny move behind Gina and gave a little impatient shake of her head. Fine. Gina could go first.

Savannah remained close to Gina, kissing her whenever she leaned forward. Shana watched for another few moments before deliberately moving closer, claiming the empty cushion beside them. There was no mistaking the invitation now. She was putting herself directly in Benny’s path.

But when Gina’s turn ended, Benny looked at Shana and kept moving.

He went straight to Karissa.

Shana’s mouth fell open.

Karissa stood and met Benny halfway, immediately throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him. There was nothing tentative about it. She pressed herself against him, kissing him harder as Benny wrapped both arms around her waist and lifted her completely off the floor.

Karissa laughed in surprise before wrapping her legs tightly around him and hanging onto his shoulders. Benny held her firmly beneath her hips as he inserted his cock and carried her away from the couch. She clung tighter to him with every step, her ankles locking behind his back while the other girls cheered them on.

Benny backed Karissa against the wall, using it to support her while keeping her suspended in his arms. Karissa was biting his lips as they kissed, one hand buried in his hair while the other curled around his shoulder. Benny gripped her ass and pulled her tightly against him as he fucked her, her body trapped between him and the wall.

The faster he fucked, the more her body started to quiver. Their kisses became increasingly messy and desperate, Karissa alternating between kissing him and gasping against his mouth. She tightened her legs around his waist, trying to pull him even deeper as Benny held her firmly in place.

Then her whole body tensed.

Karissa broke their kiss with a cry and buried her face against his neck. She dug her red-painted nails into his back as she came, trembling in his arms while Benny kept her pinned against the wall. For several seconds afterward, she simply hung onto him, breathless, her legs still locked around his waist and her nails leaving bright red trails across his back.

By the time Benny lowered Karissa to the floor, Shana had moved closer again. She had already had her turn earlier, but that clearly hadn’t satisfied her. She slid to the edge of the couch and looked directly at him, making it obvious she expected another.

Benny looked back at her, smiled, and let Brandy pull him away instead.

Shana stared at him. “Again?”

Savannah started laughing. Gina followed her gaze and immediately understood the joke.

Benny wasn’t forgetting Shana. He was deliberately denying her a second turn.

That realization changed the mood. Shana stopped pretending she didn’t care and began treating the delay like a challenge. Every time Benny glanced at her, she made the invitation more obvious. Every time he turned to somebody else, the other women laughed harder.

“You asshole,” Shana said, fighting a grin.

Gina, Brandy, and Jessa lined up across the couch. Benny moved among them while Shana watched from the opposite end, growing more impatient with every handoff. Jessa eventually looked over her shoulder at Shana and grinned.

Shana gave her the finger.

Jessa burst out laughing.

By the time Benny finally stepped away from the three women, Shana was on her knees in the middle of the couch.

“There,” she said. “Now you’re out of excuses.”

Benny walked toward her and stopped just within reach. Shana smiled triumphantly.

He leaned close enough to kiss her, then paused one last time.

Her expression made it clear that if he walked away again, the contest video might become a murder documentary.

We cut back to Mikki’s office. The screening had stopped feeling like a joke.

Eta pointed at the television. “Okay. Kaylani made the better sex tape.”

“Obviously,” Eden said.

Mikki kept watching Benny. “Then why are we still talking about him?”

Neither woman answered immediately.

That was the problem with Benny’s entry. Kaylani had arrived on camera already knowing exactly who she was. Benny’s tape had a story. Six women were helping the awkward fan Mikki had seen at the beginning of the movie prove that he could survive whatever she had planned for the winner. Every time the tape should have exhausted its joke, somebody found a new way to escalate it.

Eden finally said, “Because his video is actually about you.”

Eta nodded toward the screen. “Kaylani wants to beat you. Benny wants to meet you.”

Mikki considered that.

“And apparently Tampa wants to make sure he’s properly trained first,” Eta added.

Mikki laughed. “That part I appreciate.”

Onscreen, Shana was now yelling at Benny while the other women watched from around the couch, delighted that his teasing had finally produced the reaction he wanted.

“You think this is funny?” Shana demands.

Benny does.

Shana opens her mouth to continue yelling.

He shoves his cock into her mouth to shut her up.

For a split second, Shana looks startled.

Then her entire attitude changes.

She grabs his thighs and starts furiously sucking it, attacking him with all the pent-up frustration he has spent the last several minutes creating. Benny lets her have her way at first. Shana moves quickly and aggressively, staring up at him as though she is determined to make him regret keeping her waiting.

Instead, Benny grabs her head and gradually guides her to a slower pace.

Shana resists for a moment before giving in. The frantic energy between them changes. Her movements become slower and more deliberate. Benny brushes her hair away from her face so he can see her eyes, and Shana keeps looking up at him.

The laughter around them fades.

This suddenly doesn’t feel like another turn in the rotation.

Benny has spent so long denying Shana that when he finally gives her his complete attention, the energy between them is noticeably different. Even the other girls seem to recognize it. Instead of competing to get back into the action, they settle around the couch and watch.

After a few minutes, Benny says, “I want to fuck you.”

Shana pulls away.

She remains kneeling in front of him for a second, catching her breath and looking up at him. The anger has disappeared from her expression. In its place is the anticipation Benny has been deliberately building all night.

Shana slowly turns around.

She crawls toward the couch, plants her hands on the cushion, and gets on all fours in front of him. Benny follows her down, kneeling on the carpet behind her. He runs his hands slowly along her hips before gripping them and drawing her backward toward him.

Shana looks over her shoulder.

Benny positions himself behind her.

As Benny moved behind her, Shana stopped him and looked over her shoulder.

“Not that hole.”

The room erupted. Even Benny froze for a second.

Back in Mikki’s office, Eden paused the tape.

“He’s way too big for that,” she said.

Eta looked at Eden, then at Mikki.

Mikki reached for the remote and immediately started the video again.

“Apparently Shana disagrees.”

When the tape resumes, Benny takes his time and watches Shana closely until she signals for him to continue. The anger between them has disappeared, replaced by the payoff to the game they have been playing since her first turn on the couch.

Shana keeps looking back at him, demanding more. Earlier she had taken control. This time Benny does.

She isn’t the last woman he finally remembered.

She’s the woman he deliberately came back to for the finale.

Benny tightens his grip around her hips.

His breathing changes.

He starts pumping faster.

Shana starts moaning louder.

Her arms buckle slightly, forcing her down onto her elbows while Benny remains behind her. His dick moves in and out of her asshole at a faster pace, and Shana pushes backward to meet him, encouraging him every time he starts to slow down.

Benny’s control begins disappearing.

Shana hears the change in his breathing and looks over her shoulder.

She immediately knows.

Benny knows it too.

He’s about to pop.

He slows himself just enough to carefully pull his cock out of Shana’s ass.

For a second, Shana remains on all fours, breathing hard. Then she rolls onto her back and laughs as the other girls immediately begin moving around her.

Benny tells them to lie on the floor.

Nobody needs to be asked twice.

Savannah grabs Karissa and pulls her down beside her. Gina takes the space on Shana’s other side. Brandy and Jessa squeeze in wherever they can until all six women are stretched across the carpet beneath Benny in a loose, laughing pile of naked bodies.

They don’t simply lie there waiting.

Savannah rolls toward Karissa and kisses her.

Gina runs her hands over Shana’s body while Shana reaches across her for Brandy.

Jessa crawls partly over the others so she can kiss whoever happens to be closest.

Within seconds, the six women are touching, kissing, laughing, and deliberately putting on one final show for the camera.

Benny stands over them while playing with his penis.

The women look up at him.

They know exactly what’s coming.

Benny strokes faster.

The playful chatter beneath him disappears.

Every eye is suddenly on him.

His breathing becomes ragged.

His hand moves faster.

Then Benny lets out a loud grunt.

A gigantic load of cum shoots out of him and covers the girls.

Their laughter immediately returns.

Instead of scattering, they remain tangled together on the floor. They lick the jizz off each other between kisses, laughing whenever one of them discovers where another splash landed.

Benny finally has nothing left.

He plops onto the floor beside them, completely exhausted.

For several seconds, the camera simply captures the aftermath: Benny trying to catch his breath while six equally exhausted women remain sprawled around him.

Then Shana sits up.

Her hair is a mess. Her face is flushed. She looks exhausted, satisfied, and extremely pleased with herself.

She turns directly toward the camera.

The other girls slowly quiet down.

Shana smiles.

“Mikki, I know you want to fuck a virgin, but if you choose Benny, he’ll fuck you like a virgin.”

The tape ended.

Back in the office, nobody spoke at first.

Eta broke the silence. “Kaylani was hotter.”

“Technically,” Eden said, still looking at the blank screen.

Mikki turned toward her. “That sounded like a lawyer's answer.”

“Because this stopped being a simple contest about halfway through Benny’s tape,” Eden replied. “Kaylani gave you exactly what you asked for. Benny gave you something you didn’t know you wanted.”

Eta leaned back. “Also, I would like the record to show that his campaign staff is terrifying.”

Mikki laughed, then looked at the two finalist tapes on the desk.

Kaylani had challenged her. Benny had made her curious. One promised competition; the other promised surprise.

Mikki picked up Kaylani’s tape, then Benny’s, weighing one in each hand.

“I don’t know who to pick,” she admitted.

Eden smiled. “Then maybe you’re asking the wrong question.”

Mikki looked at her.

Eta understood first. “Oh, that’s a terrible idea.”

Her grin said she loved it.