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"No no no," I say, shaking my head. "There's no way I can set foot in a place like that."

"Come on," she replies. "It's just a friendly bunch of people. If you're really worried and you want to put your mind at rest, I'm happy to show you where I work." She waits for me to answer. "What do you say, Marie? Aren't you even slightly curious?"

Chapter Two

 

Half an hour later, I step out of Dodo's car and find myself standing in front of a very ordinary-looking house on a very ordinary-looking suburban street. Glancing around, all I see are quaint, delicate little homes lined up in two neat rows. It's a beautiful, almost backwards kind of street; the kind of place where you expect to see a freshly-baked apple pie on every window sill. I don't know what Dodo's up to, but there's no way people shoot adult movies in a place like this. You just couldn't get away with it, not in such an innocent-looking part of town.

"This way," Dodo says, leading me across a perfectly manicured lawn. She seems slightly on edge, as if she's regretting having invited me. I follow her toward a house that looks absolutely immaculate from the outside; the only unusual thing is that the curtains are drawn in the middle of the day.

"
This
is where you make dirty movies?" I ask.

She knocks on the door. "What were you expecting?" she asks, turning to me. "A big studio set-up?"

Before I can answer, the door is opened by an overweight, short, balding man in a dirty t-shirt. He's my worst nightmare: the kind of low-life who looks like he spends his time dumpster-diving behind supermarkets. "You're late," he says to Dodo, glancing unfavorably at me before disappearing back into the house.

"Ignore Dwight," Dodo says, as we step inside. "He's just the cameraman. He has the kind of personality only a mother could love."

"You're late!" calls out another voice. Moments later, a middle-aged guy with a comb-over comes through to greet us. He's wearing a cheap-looking suit and he has the general demeanor of a cheap lawyer. He looks at me suspiciously. "Who are you?"

"This is my friend Marie," says Dodo, stepping aside. "Marie, meet Greg. He's the producer and director for today's shoot."

"Hi," I say, shaking his hand. To be honest, he doesn't look particularly pleased to see me, but at least he seems more respectable than Dwight.

"You after a job?" Greg asks as he shuts the door behind us.

"No!" I say firmly. "Absolutely not! I'm just -"

"She's worried about me," Dodo says, interrupting as she sets her handbag on the table and starts looking through it. "She thinks I'm being taken advantage of by a bunch of sleazy guys, so I brought her along to see what fine, upstanding gentlemen I work with. Try not to do anything too gross or disgusting while she's here, okay?"

"You staying for the shoot?" Greg asks me, looking decidedly annoyed.

"No!" Dodo and I both say at the same time. "She's not," Dodo adds. "She'll be gone in a few minutes." She gathers some make-up from the bag and turns to me. "Unfortunately, the budget doesn't stretch to a cosmetic artist, so I have to get myself ready."

you are. Try not to be too sleazy around her."

"We're on a tight schedule here," Greg says, brushing past me. "I want cameras rolling in five minutes."

"Come and meet Clark," Dodo says, quickly putting on some lipstick before grabbing my arm and leading me through to the next room. "Things can be a little chaotic around here, but we work well together. So come on, Marie, admit it: you're slightly impressed, aren't you?"

"Impressed isn't the right word," I say as I follow he through, "but I've got to admit, it's more of a professional -" Suddenly I stop dead as I see a tall, handsome and very naked guy sitting in a chair, gently massaging his huge erect penis with oil. Shocked, I look away and feel myself starting to blush.

"This is Clark," Dodo says matter-of-factly. "He's gonna be my co-star today."

"Uh-huh," I say, focusing on the lights that are set up on the other side of the room. "So these lights, Marie... They look very impressive."

"Marie," she says, grabbing my shoulders and forcing me to turn back around to face Clark. "It's just a naked guy. You're married. You've seen naked guys before",

Clark smiles at me. "Nice to meet you," he says, still nonchalantly massaging himself.

"Relax," Dodo says, patting me on the back, "He's friendly," she adds. "He's just getting himself ready for me, aren't you Clark?"

"You know it," he replies with a grin. He looks to be in his early twenties, and he has the most amazing body I've ever seen. I could stare at his muscles all day, and he seems to be oiled up from head to toe. It's shocking how brazenly he's just sitting there, slowly masturbating as if it's the most normal thing in the world. Inevitably, my eyes are drawn to his large, hard penis as his hand gently runs along the shaft. I've never even seen my husband doing something so brazen, let alone a complete stranger.

"You okay?" Dodo asks me.

"Yeah!" I say, turning to her. "Sorry, I just... I guess I didn't expect..." I glance back at Clark, but he smiles at me so I quickly look back at Dodo. "I didn't expect
that
," I add.

"You didn't expect hot naked guys on an adult movie set?" she asks.

"It's not my milieu," I reply.

She laughs. "My God, you're so out of place here," she says.

"That's a
bad
thing?" I ask, trying not to sound too much like a prude.

She puts an arm around my shoulder. "Sometimes I wonder how we're friends," she says with a smile. "We're so different."

I take a deep breath. "So what happens next?" I ask.

She smiles. "Next, I strip off and we start filming. So, really, I guess that means your guided tour is over and you should probably..."

"Right," I say, realizing it's time for me to go. I can't help glancing back over at Clark, though, who now appears to be oiling his testicles. "You're going to have
sex
with that guy?" I ask.

"No," she replies sarcastically, "I'm going to sit and have a long conversation with him about philosophy.
Yes
, I'm gonna have sex with him. For two hours, in a variety of different positions. And you know what? There are worse things to be doing on a Thursday afternoon."

"Do you enjoy it?" I ask.

"I'd be lying if I said it didn't have its perks," she replies. "It's better than spending the afternoon sitting around, watching TV and waiting for dinnertime."

I take a deep breath. Sitting around, watching TV and waiting for dinnertime happens to be exactly what I've got planned for the rest of the afternoon. Out of the corner of my eye, I can still see this Clark guy rubbing himself. It's disconcerting and beyond weird. At the same time, he's so hot that I find it hard to believe he's real. I have to admit, one of the main reasons I'm not looking directly at him is that I know it might have a certain... effect on my body. The last thing I need is to get all hot under the collar. I try to focus, telling myself over and over: I will not get turned on; I will not get turned on; I will not get turned on...

"Are we ready or not?" Greg asks gruffly as he comes back through.

"I've got a deep focal lens, three-and-a-half f-stop on a double ring," says Dwight, following with a video camera in his hands. "Gonna use three screens and just one light."

"Dwight's an ass," Dodo says, smiling, "but the guy's a genius with cameras." She smiles for a moment. "So this is it, Marie. You've seen where I work. Does it pass your test?"

"I guess," I say a little reluctantly. "It certainly seems clean and sanitary."

"It's a place of work like any other," she replies. "In fact, it's probably cleaner than most fast-food joints, and safer than half the jobs in town. Kinda relaxed, too." She grins. "So I have your approval?"

"Approval's a strong word," I say, smiling a little, "but I guess I'm not as worried as I was before."

"Excuse me," says Clark, who has got up from his chair and is trying to get past us. I step back in horror as I spot his large erect penis almost brushing against my leg. He smiles awkwardly and hurries through to the next room.

"I can't believe you're going to... with him," I say to Dodo.

"I haven't worked with him before," she replies, "but I've heard nothing but good things. Apparently he just does this to put himself through law school. Now, come on, it's time for you to leave. In sixty seconds, I have to be naked with Clark, and I really don't think that's something either of us want you to be around for."
"Absolutely not," I say. There's a pause, and then I reach over and give her a hug. "I respect your life decisions," I say, "but I want you to know that if you ever need to talk, I'm here for you."

"Thanks," she says, pulling away. "Now get out of here. I've got work to do." With a smile, she turns and hurries through to the other room, leaving me to slowly turn and start walking towards the front door. I can't help wondering whether I should stay to make sure that Dodo's completely safe. After all, these guys might just be putting on a good appearance for me, and they might turn into animals once I'm gone. Despite the professional appearance of the set so far, I can't help thinking that the place will devolve into a deranged Bacchanalian orgy at any moment, with Dodo being exploited and pushed around against her will. I mean, that's what dirty movie sets are like, right?

Taking a deep breath and figuring I should just get out of here, I turn to leave.

"Action!" Greg calls out in the next room.

I freeze. I can hear movement elsewhere in the house, and I realize with horror that they've actually started shooting the movie. I know that I should just run to the door and get out of here as fast as I can, but there's a part of me that's insanely curious about what's happening. After all, they all think I've left, so now they'll let their guards down and they'll let their real selves show. Maybe I owe it to Dodo to sneak back and double-check that she's okay?

"I can't believe my washing machine broke down again," Dodo says suddenly.

"That's four days in a row," Clark replies. "It's almost like you just want an excuse to get me back here."

"What reason could I possibly have to do that?" she says.

I turn to look over at the door that leads into the rest of the house. I had no idea that Dodo would actually have to act. I guess I thought she'd just get on her back and let that Clark guy... do his thing. Although I know this is probably a huge mistake, I slowly and very, very quietly start sneaking back across the room. I figure all I'll do is peek quickly around the corner, to make sure that Dodo's okay, and then I'll get out of here. That's what a true friend would do, right?

"You're gonna be in a lot of trouble if my husband catches you," Dodo says.

"Then we'd better get started," Clark replies.

I reach the door. In the next room, there's the sound of movement. With my heart in my mouth, I try to summon up the courage to take a look. Finally, I slowly get down onto my hands and knees, figuring that if I stay low there's less chance that I'll be spotted. I take a deep breath, unsure whether I can really go through with this. Then again, it's probably better to look sooner rather than later, since the longer I leave it, the more chance there is that I'll accidentally see something really extreme.

"Wow," says Dodo, "I've never seen such a huge cock. I don't know if I can fit it all in."

"What's wrong?" Clark says. "You're not used to a real man?"

"It's just, my husband is so small compared to you."

Raising an eyebrow at the cheesy dialogue, I slowly inch closer and closer to the door-frame. I really don't want to see what they're doing in there, but I feel that I have to do the right thing by Dodo and make sure that she's not being forced to do this against her will.

"You'd better know how to use that thing," she says. "My pussy's hot and wet and ready for your cock."

I swallow hard, shocked by the words coming out of Dodo's mouth. It's not that I'm old-fashioned; it's just that when you hear your best friend using those types of words, and you know what she's getting up to, it's hard not to think about the excruciating intimacy of the whole situation.

"Oh yeah," Dodo says, sounding as if she's really getting into it, "take me right here. Fuck me hard. I want to feel you gush in my cunt."

As I continue to peer around the door-frame, I suddenly see Greg and Dwight. Greg's watching the scene intently, making notes on a piece of paper, while Dwight is operating the camera. I move forward a little and suddenly Dodo and Clark come into view. I almost gasp as I see that Dodo is down on her knees, giving Clark a blow-job. They're both completely naked as she slowly, sensually licks the length of his penis. It's so strange to watch my best friend doing something like this; I'm almost mesmerized by the rhythm of the whole scene, and to be fair to Dodo it looks like she's genuinely enjoying what she's doing. Either she's a good actress, or she's really getting off on the scene.

I continue to watch as Dwight, with his camera, moves slowly around the naked couple. Dodo is really blowing Clark with enthusiasm now, taking him deep into her mouth and massaging his balls. She's moving faster and faster now, with real passion, and it's hard not to think that she's genuinely enjoying what she's doing.

"I'm close," Clark says.

Smiling, Dodo pulls back, letting Clark take his penis in his own hand. He starts furiously masturbating as Dodo stares up at him, and after a moment he gasps as a load of thick white cum squirts from the tip of his penis and lands on Dodo's face. Clark continues to pump as more and more cum comes out, and Dodo opens her mouth so he can ejaculate onto her tongue. Once he's finished, she stays where she is, with strings of white sperm all over her face and her tongue sticking out to show a thick, pearly blob. Dwight gets his camera closer, really zooming in to get a good shot of Dodo's cum-covered face.

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