Eugene Edwards - The naughty babysitter

"Tell him to get off!" I was angry. "He's just fuckin' around and he ain't even got it in. This ground is killing my back."

"We can dub in the sexual entry later at the studio," Bruce informed me. "Get some close-ups. Now get on with it, and for hell sakes give us some frontals, will you?"

I did my best and tried to act out the little rape scene, and later at the studio I tried to act passionate when Bruce had the actor fuck me for the close-ups. But the guy could barely get it hard until he had to jack off before it would even rise. In a way that insulted me because I never had trouble before with peckers.

"Sorry, honey," the actor shrugged. "But after a while this gets to be hard work."

That scared me. There wasn't any money in the world that was worth getting bored over sex. Even cash wouldn't do a girl any good if she wasn't a true female any more.

"I've got a great idea," Bruce told me when we finally got done with his little scene. "Tomorrow we'll dress you up as Heidi. There's some sheep up there in the hills and we can play you like a young Swede. Have a gang o guys grab you and do the whole bit. We can fuck the sheep too, and have a double shot."

"I gotta tend some children tomorrow," I alibied.

"Aw, fuck that shit, Angie. What can you make from babysitting? Two bucks?

Five? Hell, I'm paying a hundred bucks a film!"

"How much do you make out of it, Bruce?"

"Well, you gotta remember I've got an investment here, Angie. Then there's the distribution and the mailing and all the equipment."

"I should get more. That was hard work."

"A hundred a film, Angie. That's tops. Shit, half my women fuck all day for fifty!"

"I'll never get rich this way, Bruce. What about the royalties?"

"There ain't no royalties on stag films, sweetie. I just sell the prints. As many as I can."

"I read in the papers about those other girls, and some of them made a hundred thousand dollars from one film."

"Sure they did. Some of 'em even made more. But that's big-league stuff, sweetie. You gotta have connections to put over a big one. It's all pussy, all the same fucking, but you gotta get lucky to hit the big time."

I was not ungrateful to Bruce but a girl could get turned off fucking under the lights. The pleasure of sex just didn't belong there, at least the way he directed it, and it was laughable to have a guy humping like mad on top of you while he didn't even have a hard-on. Sex should never be laughable. It's too important, too beautiful, and I didn't want to become jaded like the other women at his studio. Even the whores at the Vespers still enjoyed their sex, so it would be better to be an outright whore than to pretend when it comes to screwing.

I told Bruce he'd have to get somebody else when he got the sheep gang-bang and he wasn't angry. "I can get all the women I need," he said. And I didn't doubt him for one minute.

My babysitting days were about finished. People get suspicious when you're sixteen and still willing to tend squawling brats while your friends are dating. The husbands don't object, but wives get jealous when a nubile young girl gets to smiling at their man.

Still I needed money because I was determined not to touch my savings, so I tried being a car-hop after school down at Danny's Burger Barn. Met some nice guys and had lots of offers for sex, but everybody wanted to screw for love. No cash. And they only paid me a few dollars a week at the place while I ran my ass off. It was a helluva way to make a buck so I quit.

"What we gonna do, Paula?" I asked my friend when we met in the hall between classes.

"Gee, I dunno, Angie. Maybe we ain't never gonna make no money."

"Well I am, by hell! One way or another! I don't mean to end up hungry and bitter in some rundown apartment!"

Cash became an obsession with me, interwoven with sex. I watched my friends fuck in the back seat, or sneak into the broom closet at school to fuck between classes, and that was fine. Except that afterward, when their physical desire was accomplished, they seemed blank. Staring at a world that was hostile. Sex could only last a very short time and then they had to face the gloom of a cold world. Even the price of a hot dog was beyond most of them.

I saw two possibilities.

Either I had to marry a rich guy or I had to be a real pro like the women at the Vespers. There was little chance for me to break into the upper crust where all the money was kept, so that left one sure thing.

"You promised not to bother us again," the madam was upset when she saw me.

"Yes, I know, and I meant it. But I gotta learn a profession before I get too old."

"Honey you ain't never too old for sex. Why, I once had a girl named Madeleine.

Sixty-three years of age. And she made more money than any of us. She knew what to do."

"So teach me. Please?"

"You got guts, honey. Maybe we can do something for you after all."

"I'll pay you for the lessons."

"You can earn your keep as we go along, honey. But I gotta know one thing first. How do I know you ain't gonna get us in trouble? They could close me down in a hurry if you talked. You're still a minor you know."

"I'll do anything you say. And I can keep my mouth shut. I really got to make some money."

"You're a smart cookie, Angie. Most women don't realize how important cash is before they've gone through a couple of marriages. If we can work something out you can make plenty here. Men like to screw fresh young things."

"That's what I'm counting on. I want to be just like you when I get older, and I wanta have plenty of money by that time."

"Ain't nothing wrong with being a whore, honey. We have good times, we party all the time, and we love each other. How many houses in town got that much pleasure under one roof?"

"What do I learn first?"

"Well, you've already got screwed, so that's a beginning. But a man needs more than a cunt. He needs response. He needs petting, and you gotta' make him feel important. You gotta make him think he's the best lay you ever had. Every time.

Every man."

"That won't be hard. I like to screw."

"Sure you do, honey. We all do. But the sex is only a little part of it. The guys who come here already got a woman someplace, a wife or a girl friend or something. They could go there if they just wanted to empty their balls. In this place we gotta create a mood. Make a man king for a day. Give him something he can't find with any other woman, anywhere, no matter what."

"I was meant to be a whore. I just know it. I feel good about it already."

"We'll have to forge you some papers. Make, it look like you're legal age. You willing to sign some things?"

"Anything you say."

She told me her name was Claudia Suacie and that she was born in France, and I felt closer to her than my own mother. It took three days for her to get the papers she wanted me to sign and I could hardly wait to start the fuck lessons.

I was born to be a lady of pleasure and I felt it, and when I told Paula she wanted to come with me.

"I'll try to work you in later," I promised. "But you-know something, Paula? I feel free for the first time in my life. Now I don't have to worry if a husband can feed me, and I know. I'll never go hungry. Not ever."

"You can get all the screwing you want too, Angie."

"Sure. I realize that. But I could have done that anyway. I could give it away like the kids at school are doing. Except they get depressed after they luck since they still ain't got the price for a new bra. Well I'm gonna have it! I'm gonna make that million after all, Paula!"

I was so happy I called up Colin Brown and we went to a motel and fucked all afternoon.

"You're still the best piece of ass I ever had," he told me afterward. "And I suppose I'll have to come and pay you for it from now on? Down at the Vespers?"' "You can have some for free, Colin. You gave me my first real piece and I love you for it."