"You’ll be sleeping on the couch," she announced. Stacy, exhausted, stumbled over and collapsed onto the small couch. Chuckling, Sharon walked over and stuffed forty dollars down the top of Stacy’s shirt.
"There you are," she whispered, running her fingers through Stacy’s sperm-encrusted hair. "There’s your ten percent. Good job."
Stacy fell asleep crying, curled up on Sharon’s couch…
Part Six
"Cool."
Neil leaned forward and watched intently as Stacy, completely naked, was simultaneously fucked by two men: one from behind as she knelt "doggie style" on all fours with her legs slightly spread, and one from the front. At first, her face had been hidden from the camera by her blonde hair, which fell in waves over her right shoulder, but Sharon had slowly circled the action and, after a brief shot of the back of some guy’s sweaty ass moving back and forth, began to film from the other side, where Stacy’s features could be seen clearly. Her left hand clutched the base of the guy’s cock as she bobbed her cum-splattered face up and down. The charm bracelet, festooned with shiny, silver "F"s, glittered merrily in the light. There was a brief break in this movement as she pulled her mouth free and teased the head of the cock with her tongue, but then her lips re-encircled the penis, and her head resumed the up-down movement. Her loud moans and grunts could be easily heard above the rhythmic slurping sounds; she was clearly enjoying herself.
The camera moved on; it continued panning, sliding steadily down Stacy’s glistening, sweaty body and focusing on her ass as it wiggled about on the impaling cock like a fish caught on a hook. Just as the settled on this shot, the guy fucking her from behind stiffened and came. A few seconds later, he pulled out, leaving a thin trail of white sperm dribbling down Stacy’s leg. The camera pulled back and then zoomed in on her ass and pussy - both glistening and wet with cum - and held the shot as another fellow moved into position and inserted his cock, this time into her ass rather than the pussy. The soundtrack clearly recorded a squeal of pleasure from the impaled teenager, as Stacy accepted the cock and began grinding her ass back and forth on it.
"Jeez, this is great stuff."
Neil was more than a little impressed. He hadn’t even known that anything of this nature was going on. Indeed, he had felt a momentary twinge of anger when Gary had told him what Sharon had arranged for Stacy - he had felt a bit left out lately, as Gary and Sharon more and more seemed to be taking charge with Stacy - but he couldn’t remain angry. He was not so stupid that he failed to realize that this whole arrangement was only possible because Gary had seen the possibilities that day in English class. If it had been left to Neil, he would probably have blurted out his accusations in front of the class, and that would have been the end of it. Instead, they now had a hold on Stacy that let them force her to do anything! How could he complain about Gary being in charge?
On screen, Stacy was taking advantage of the fact that her mouth was temporarily empty of cock, and was busily licking strands of sperm from her fingers. Neil turned to Gary and Sharon who were sitting together on the couch behind him.
"She’s really into it," he commented enthusiastically. "Did you use the drugs?"
"Yeah," Sharon answered. "A double dose this time. As you can see, it worked like a charm."
The sound of Stacy’s screams from the TV indicated an impending orgasm.
"She was really hot."
The teenagers fell silent and watched as Stacy experienced a violent orgasm, her fourth since the beginning of the tape.
"We made four hundred bucks," Sharon continued after Stacy’s screams had died away. "And the football team wants her back again next weekend."
"Are you gonna make her go?" Neil turned away from the couch as he asked the question, his eyes focusing on the screen where Stacy moaned and fondled her small breasts.
Behind him, Sharon looked at Gary, leaving the decision to him.
"I don’t think so," he answered. "At least not right away. We don’t want to burn her out. Let’s leave it for something special. We are selling them this tape though; they’re paying another hundred bucks for it."
"That’s five hundred bucks." Neil tore his attention away from the screen. "A lot of money." He looked up at Gary.
"Don’t worry," his friend answered, smiling his strange smile. "You’ll get a share. Sharon gave forty dollars to Stacy, so that leaves $460 to split three ways."
Neil raised his eyebrows. "Forty dollars to Stacy?"
"Well," Sharon laughed, "she deserved something. She did all the work."
The three friends laughed and went back to watching the video. It was coming to the end now, and Stacy was being simultaneously fucked by three guys, one in the ass, one in her cunt and one in her mouth. She moaned and wriggled as her body was filled with cock from three different angles. Finally, the three cocks came, each spurting sperm into its particular orifice as Stacy orgasmed twice more. The video faded to black as Stacy, wet and crusty with cum, curled up on the damp, sticky mattress, still moaning and sucking the sperm from her fingers.
"That was great!" Neil leaned forward and shut of the television. "Just like being there."
"Well, I hope the guys on the football team are happy with it. They’re paying for it." Sharon stopped the video and pushed the rewind button on the remote. The tape began to whirl backwards in the video machine.
Neil got to his feet and began to pace.
"You know," he said thoughtfully, "we could make a lot more money out of this if we wanted. I bet there are people who would pay big bucks for this tape; I mean besides the guys from the college."
"Not this tape," Gary answered. "It’s just for the guys at BCN. The last thing we need is the bloody college football team coming after us. But I have given that some thought."
Sharon looked over at him, surprised. This was the first that she had heard of it.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean," he told her, "why not make a little money selling some pictures?"
"Like the video?" Neil asked.
"No. I don’t think that we can put together a professional enough product for that. This tape was OK as a souvenir for the guys at the college, but we have no way of editing it or anything else. I mean still pictures." He looked over at Sharon. "You’re uncle let you use his studio last year, right?"
Sharon nodded her agreement, beginning to understand what he was getting at. Her uncle did portrait photography, and had a studio near the centre of town. Last year, he had allowed her to use the studio and darkroom for her photography class project. He had told her that she could use it any time she wanted.
"So, with the studio and darkroom…"
"We can take professional shots!" Neil completed the sentence. "It’s fuckin' perfect."
"But what about selling them?" Sharon was sceptical. There was more to this than just taking the pictures.
"I’ve been communicating with some photographers over a BBS," Gary told her.
Neil looked confused. "BBS?"
Gary ignored him. "I expect I can get some contacts through them. Or at least some addresses. I’m sure there are lots of magazines which would pay good money for pictures of someone like Stacy."
"And what do we tell Stacy?" Sharon was still sceptical. "We told her we’d keep this all a secret if she played along." Sharon was more curious than concerned. Their promise to Stacy meant nothing to her.