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Jason knocked at the door—a hastily but professionally assembled front of plywood assembled in the middle of the studio space to form the façade of a house. From any other angle but the camera’s, it was as obvious a fake as any Western town in a Hollywood backlot. But the director, See-More, liked that touch. Said it was meta, post-modern. After all, they were trying to make a cheesy porn movie. Something Manitou Dawn would have believably done before she made it big as a member of the JLU.

Jason knocked at the front door and Dawn opened it. She was wearing a man’s white dress shirt, nothing underneath, the shirttails going clear down to her thighs. Her bare legs were shapely. The top three buttons of the shirt were undone, offering up deep cleavage.

For an older woman, she had a fantastic body. The breasts were very large, the nipples long and stiff with desire, their areolas the size of silver dollars. The rest of her was equally voluptuous, though more obscured by the shirt. But her long legs, small waist, and supple ass were clearly evident.

She wore a blonde wig over her naturally black hair, the blindingly yellow hair tumbling in coils and ringlets around her clearly dark-skinned face. In addition, she had on false eyelashes and loud lipstick. The contrast, as well as her obviously aroused mannerisms, made her come across as a cheap tart. In fact, she reminded Jason of an Asian hooker he’d once known…

“Hi,” Jason said. “You called for a repairman?”

“Yes,” Dawn replied after an awkward pause, her enunciation slow and halting. She sounded as if English were a second language to her, and a distant second at that. “One moment please.”

She trotted off. Her ass wiggled around very pleasantly under the long white shirttails. A video of that alone would make any paparazzi’s day, and ruin Dawn’s.

Off the set, but still in Jason’s line of sight, Dawn took a vibrator from a stagehand, then walked back to him. She showed him the sex toy. It was one of the larger ones, the kind you more or less straddled instead of rubbing against yourself, a mace or a scepter. It had an electric cord trailing from it.

“I call it the Batcock,” Dawn said. “I’m Dawn.”

“Hello, Dawn,” Jason said. He felt a little impolite not saying hello to the Batcock.

“The Batcock keeps running down. Don’t you have something that’ll last me all night long?”

“Let’s see,” Jason said, and took the vibrator from her. She watched nervously, pouting, as Jason opened it up and looked inside for loose wires or faulty connections. Dawn began bouncing on her heels, sending a ripe jiggle through her body. It was hard for Jason to ignore, but the plot, such as it was, required him to.

“I can’t see anything wrong,” Jason said at last, once the camera was done ogling Dawn—for now, at least. “Maybe it’s a bad socket. Could you plug it in?”

“Whatever you say,” Dawn replied. She tittered. “I love doing what I’m told!”

A good writer, Jason was not, but then, how much talent did it take to write about sex for some lonely perverts on the internet?

Jason held onto the hilt of the vibrator as she took the cord to a wall socket. Feeling a little silly holding the phallic-shaped device, Jason swung it against his opposite palm like he was playing around with a nightstick. The big vibratory knob at the end whacked solidly into his hand; he imagined the heft of it crashing against her pussy.

The wall socket, naturally, was just above the molding. Dawn bent down to plug it in, and in doing so, the tail of her shirt rose up and over her plump ass as if it simply couldn’t contain it. Her thighs were parted and Jason, as well as the camera, could see her sex between her legs, the juicy slit that bisected her pubic hair—what little there was of it.

Jason was already erect, his cock dragging the crotch of his trousers up and out.

The vibrator remained dormant, even after Jason had pressed the button a few times.

“Yeah, that socket could be faulty,” Jason said. “Anywhere else you can plug it in?”

“I don’t know,” Dawn said. “Is there anywhere else you’d like to plug it in?” She smoothed the shirt down where it had ridden up her flanks; this only revealed more of her cleavage. He saw a rosy nipple slid into view and stared leeringly at it.

Jason pulled on the power cord. With the other end in Dawn’s hands, she was jerked toward him. She stumbled, and her entire breast now popped out of her shirt. She giggled at her wardrobe malfunction, holding her hands up to her smile. Yeah. Definitely reminded Jason of an Asian hooker. The one with the schoolgirl gimmick.

“Let’s go to the bedroom to plug it in.”

“Sure,” Dawn agreed, rubbing her thighs together. “Even though you can plug it in anywhere…”

***

The cameras were rolling, the lights set, the boom mics hovering in the air to catch any sound they could, down to the beating of Jason’s heart. The HIVE AV Club was generally used for videotaping ransom demands for the UN Security Council. Making a porn movie was a welcome change of pace.

Just raping her would’ve been no good. Maybe in some circles that would’ve embarrassed her, but mostly it would garner sympathy. She needed to look like she was enthusiastically slutting it up for the camera—which she was, thanks to Jinx and a love spell that’d had Dawn out of her mind with lust all morning. They’d already shot a number of solo scenes for safety. Those would be a little damaging—embarrassing, mostly, but in this day and age, not truly controversial. Jennifer Lawrence had worse on her phone. But they could be released to prove the HIVE was serious.

Now the time had come for the main event. And even the most enlightened Leaguer would have trouble with what Dawn was about to do.

She giggled and climbed on the bed, all fours, like a dog. She turned to Jason with a big smile. “Go on, Jay. Plug it in.”

Whirling the power cord around in his hand, Jason walked to the wall socket and plugged it in.

The vibrator started vibrating.

“Oh yes!” Dawn breathed. “Give it to me…”

Jason whapped it solidly between her legs, the fist-sized head peeling back her labia lips like the skin of some exotic fruit. Then he worked it back and forth, over the pinkly moist flesh of her sex. Dawn moaned loud, thrashing about on the bed. It wasn’t long before she took the vibrator from him. Then she was fucking herself, jogging up and down on the dildo as she held it between her clenched thighs.

She stared right at the camera too. “Fuck, I’m such an exhibitionist… I want this on TV. I want the whole world to know what a slut I am…” She leaned forward to kiss the camera lens. “I want to fuck you,” she said, talking past the camera to whoever was watching, or maybe just to her wanton reflection in the lens.

Jason moved behind the camera and watched the viewfinder as she rubbed the cunt-wet vibrator over her naked body, touching her warm nipples, her nose, finally her mouth. She licked her own juices off the head of the vibrator, sucked it as best she could when its bulb couldn’t even fit in her mouth. It was enough to make Jason’s cock bulge in his pants.

He unzipped himself. His cock dropped out, dangling with obvious heft. He saw a certain thought enter Dawn’s mind, saw the entire idea of the camera she was performing for leave it. She kissed the vibrator some more, clearly thinking of something else, then was rubbing it against her face, down to her breasts, down to her belly, her eyes never moving. She got back on all fours, supporting herself on upturned face, reaching behind herself to pull one pert asscheek out of the way, then putting the vibrator to her exposed anus.

“I wish I could fuck you… fuck everyone who’s watching… I’m a slut, a slut, and I want to be a bigger slut! I wanna be a porn star!”

Jason watched, aware that it was now quite impossible for him to zip his pants back up. He took the camera, circling around Dawn, zooming in on the puckered hole of her ass as the vibrator quaked against it. There was no way it could take the massive bulb of the vibrator. That didn’t keep Dawn from enjoying it one bit.

“Good… so good… make sure you get it all on camera,” Dawn whimpered. “I know it looks so good!”

Dawn began to thrust the vibrator back and forth against her asshole, like a battering ram against a castle gate. There was no way it could penetrate, but she clearly enjoyed the weighty slap of the dildo into her taboo, intimate area. She was on her stomach now, rubbing her breasts against the bedspread.

Jason kept one hand on his cock, steadily pumping like a dog handler would use a lead leash at an exhibition. Dawn was all eyes, tracking it hungrily, helpless not to fuck herself as she saw the object of her lust. She let Jason photograph her cunt, her asshole, her sweat-strewn face. He caught her lips as she said “Get on the bed! Fuck my ass!”

She moved the vibrator back down to her cunt, fucking herself as Jason handed the camera off. He climbed on top of her. Asshole lubricated by her own copious juices. Jason put his engorged cockhead against the tight portal of her ass, her luscious cheeks parting smoothly for him. Dawn was baying before he even touched her. He shoved in, penetrating her, savoring her love-addled moan as it went in even more than the tightness he felt suffocating his dick. She loved it. She loved him. And she loved being a slut.

He pumped away at his magical lover, working his cock rhythmically up her ass. Reached under her to grab the vibrator just under the bulb and circle it over her cunt with the same tempo. Dawn’s mouth was wide with moans. Then she started screaming. After all the preparation she’d done, it was no wonder she was ready to come.

Jason fucked her up the ass harder, pounding his shaft into her tight hole, thumping her cunt up and down into the vibrator and the bed below. Faster. Faster.

He rolled onto his back, dragging Dawn with him so that she was on top, her split beaver facing the camera. A glance downward showed him the captured reflection in the lens: her pert cheeks wedged around his hardened shaft, quivering as he plunged into her hole again and again. Not to mention her cunt, spread wide by the vibrator, Dawn fucking herself as hard as Jason was fucking her.

Jason bounced her atop him with every ramming thrust of his cock. He could’ve come up her ass. Seeing her tailpipe flowing white would be a perfectly fine cap on the evening if it were just him. But this was for posterity.

“Jerk me off,” he grunted into Dawn’s ear. “Or don’t you want my cum all over your tits?”

Dawn let out a wail of ecstasy. The idea alone had driven her to climax.

Shaking it off, recovering in record time, Dawn pulled himself off him, then got down on her knees on the floor beside her bed. She stuffed the dildo between her thighs, holding it there with orgasmically clenched muscles so she could touch his cock with both hands. And she did need both hands.

Jason groaned, feeling Dawn jack him off, jerking him up and down, her love apparent in every finger. At the same time, he barely felt her, barely looked at her. He looked at the camera. Its lens. He watched the reflected close-up as a powerful stream of cum shot out into her hand, out of it, splashing over her tits and her face.

Overjoyed by his climax, Dawn rubbed his firing cock against her breasts, smearing the cum into her cleavage even as she milked more out of his prick. Another spurt of thick cum shot between her tits at point blank range. Dawn used his cock to rub it over her nipples. Several more gushing torrents ran down her belly, rubbed loose by Dawn’s frantic titfuck, running for her dildo-occupied cunt.

Jason ran out of cum before Dawn ran out of body to be covered. So she giggled and started rubbing his seed over the rest of her, like a lather of soap. It didn’t work out so well, not with her constantly licking her hands, sucking on her fingers. Pretty soon she was just smearing the jism over her face. But at least by then she’d had her fill of cum. Now she just seemed content to feel its warmth against her skin. She opened her mouth, showing it to the camera. Her breasts were shiny with cum, but her tongue was white with it.

It was a hell of a sight. Enough to give Hugh Hefner a hard-on and make Larry Flynt embarrassed. Too bad Jason could never let anyone see it.