C Ralston: X-rated lady cop

"Well, at last we get to meet the red-haired Goddess who made us all drool so much from her films!" the short, evilly charming man greeted them. "Come, come, my dear, sit next to me. Here."

Laurel looked helplessly at the captain and Dean, and then smiled at the gangster leader. She wiggled over to the porno king and sat in the next chair.

"Yeah, well, what kind of deal you gonna make us for the redheaded Goddess?" The captain swaggered over to the gangster, his eyes full of fake confidence.

"It depends on what sort of an agreement we arrive at today," the small man told them. "Is your merchandise real, or not?"

The well dressed porno distributor turned and chucked Laurel under the chin. "She looks quite real, but one cannot be sure. Are all those magnificent curves hers, or the result of great camera work and a bit of padding?"

"No, my friends, that is the purpose of this meeting," the distributor said to Dean and the captain. "To establish reality. I don't mind, really, if the girl is not as bountiful, as… as super-charged in person as she seems on celluloid. But does the outstanding camera work come to us as a part of the package, or do we provide our own crew? Does the director accompany his electrifying crew, or do we supply our own? Does this rather handsomely endowed young actor appear with our people in the film we are proposing, or do we furnish all supplementary talent outside the lady here?"

The distributor smiled at them. "All of these questions, and their answers, will make a great deal of difference to us when the question of money is decided!"

Laurel looked at the captain and Dean, a stupid, unwavering smile pasted on her pretty face. They had agreed before the meeting that she would act like a beautiful, but not too bright ornament, hoping that the men would talk more freely in front of her.

"Uh, well, I guess we can use the same crew we used on the loops," the captain offered uneasily. "But you'll have to augment us. We got light and camera people, but no sound men. I'll do the directing myself. I directed the others."

"Ah, I congratulate you!" the distributor said, nodding to the captain. "But you bring up a good point, another reason for this little meeting today. Sound! Your previous efforts, delightful as they were, all were without sound. It is much like the days when Hollywood was converting to the talkie. I must know, can your two actors sound convincing on film?"

The man smiled again at the captain and Dean, then at Laurel. "For that reason, I would like a little run-through – here, today. Right now!"

Laurel's stomach tightened. The room they were sitting in was a run down apartment behind the trailer shop. It had a kitchen, with the table and chairs they were now sitting in, a small bathroom off to the left, and a sitting room with a couch and chairs – a couch that looked like it might be a hide-a-bed.

The man sitting next to the frightened girl snapped his fingers. One of the tall, muscular men seated next to him sprang out of his chair and went to the couch. The large bodyguard peeled cushions and pillows off the divan like a whirlwind gathering tumbleweeds, then opened it into a bed.

"And NOW we will see!" the head distributor grinned.

He turned to Laurel. "Remove your clothes, my dear, so that we can have a look at you. Then take your place on the bed, if you would. We will let you read – for the part!"

Laurel looked with panicked eyes toward the captain and Dean, wondering whether or not to obey. The captain shrugged and nodded, a helpless look flashing across his craggy face.

Grinning like the dummy she was supposed to be, Laurel got up and went over to the couch. She prayed she wasn't turning as red as she felt like she was blushing, as she undid the buttons at the top of her short dress and unzipped it in back. All eyes in the room were on her as the garment sailed down her long, silky legs and she stepped out of it.

Jesus, oh, Jesus! How do I get into these messes? the girl asked herself, standing in front of the undercover cops and their quarry, dressed in only a skimpy bra and even skimpier panties.

Putting her hands behind her back so that the men wouldn't see them shaking with fear, Laurel unsnapped her bra and let it slide down her arms. The effect on the males in the room was immediate and jolting.

"Goddamn, boss! Look at those!" the tall bodyguard who had opened the bed shouted.

"Very nice! Exquisite… and huge!" the head distributor sighed appreciatively, shaking his head in disbelief. He turned to the captain and smiled. "You have brought me true quality. If this girl can act and talk as well as she looks, we've got a real winner here!"

Laurel smiled self-consciously at the man's praise. She kept telling herself over and over that it was part of her job, that she HAD to do it, that there should be no shame on her part.

The talking to herself seemed to help. Laurel felt a little more confident, realizing she was just doing her part in trapping the gang of blue movie peddlers. She smiled more warmly and skimmed off her panties, baring all of her sensuous body to the on looking group.

"Ahhhhh, now that is prime!" the head man commented to his bodyguard. "With that ass we can make a fortune!"

The bodyguard nodded, too engrossed with Laurel's naked cunt to look at his employer. She could see the hard-on rising beneath the big man's pants.

Laurel glanced quickly around the room, the dumb smile still in place. All the men were getting hard, she soon discovered. The thought of all those stiff, pussy pleasing cocks getting rigid over her nudity began to drive the fear from the young redhead's body. It seemed to ebb away on the gentle flow of gleaming cunt juice beginning to trickle out of her pussy.

"Now, young man, show us your wares!" the distributor said suddenly to Dean, shaking off the fascination that had riveted his attention to Laurel for long moments.

Dean grinned and started to get out of his clothes in a shy, halting manner. It hadn't bothered him to fuck Laurel in front of his pals from the vice squad, but it obviously made him nervous to take off his clothing before the group he stood in front of now.

Finally, the last shred of apparel fell away from the cop's muscular frame. His thick, lengthy prick stood out at attention in front of him. The big cock jerked up and down in time with his accelerating heart beat as Dean's gaze shifted from the men to Laurel's reclining, inviting form.

"Not bad, young man!" the porno boss complimented Dean. "Now, let's see what you can do with it! Why don't you… hmmmm, let me see what would be entertaining? Ah, I have it! Why don't you bugger her with it?"

The older man smiled at Dean, as if he had just ordered a large, particularly pleasing lunch at fancy restaurant.

Dean looked puzzled. "You mean, stick it up her ass?" he asked disbelievingly.

"Yes, do I have to draw you a diagram?" the small man answered sharply.

"Uh, no! No, I'll do it right away!" Dean apologized as he went quickly to the bed and jumped in next to Laurel.

The statuesque redhead trembled as Dean gathered her into his arms and kissed her. Laurel knew she was about to be fucked right in front of this group of strangers, and she knew that should turn her off completely. She felt like a total slut, because it didn't. The mental image of herself getting Dean's long, hard cock up her ass while the others watched made the shameless girl's cunt nectar seep even faster, and she could feel her nipples hardening against Dean's chest as he kissed her.

"Mmmmm, feels good!" Laurel hissed excitedly, ending the kiss, as Dean's hard prick rubbed against her pussy lips.

Laurel opened her legs briefly, capturing her lover's cock between them, then squeezed her thighs together tightly, her shiny pussy mouth rubbing its slick hotness all over his entrapped cock. Dean sighed and pressed her tits into his chest more firmly as his arms closed tighter in their possessive embrace.