Zoe's Life 03

Now this guy Roman was sort of handsome. Hunky with a cute face. He was nice too. He was going to be my co-star in my first video for Pervert Angels and to help me relax he lighted a joint of weed and shared it with me… Well, maybe I puffed most of it.

It was going to be a simple affair, they said. Not much of a plot, nothing like that. Just the two of us foreplaying like young lovers, undressing in a hurry and then the usual, you know… First oral, receiving and giving, then pussy fucking and, finally, he cumming on my face and tits for the happy end. I should be kneeling by then and looking to the camera and smiling.

“Follow Roman’s lead Zoey”, said the director. “He’s experienced and is great with newbies… and always listen to my directions. We’ll try to do it as smooth for you as possible, but do your best to keep going… don’t stop unless I say ‘cut’… OK?” 

I nodded and it was “Action!”

Everything went well, the director congratulated me, although I thought I sucked at certain moments… I won’t tell you which moments were those, just in case you don’t notice. I was kinda nervous at the beginning but soon forgot the people watching and ended up doing exactly the same things I did with my ex or with other guys… Funny how all the things I did at home and brought me shame and left me feeling dirty and with a bad reputation now didn’t mean so much… I felt very self-conscious and somewhat embarrassed at first but Roman was so cool that I soon got into business and things went pretty well. The blowjob was the best part, I believe. After all, it’s what I do best. They have often complimented my oral skills, as the director called them. I was on my knees, licking and sucking cock since my 13th birthday, when some kids from a higher grade took me by the wrist and led me to the last stall of the boys restroom… The rest is history, as they say… I became the class slut, the school slut, then the school dropout and runaway slut. What I first did under pressure, later I did willingly, demonstrating my gratitude when someone invited me to the movies by pulling down my panties and opening my legs in the back seat of his car, even if I didn’t love him…even if I didn’t like him… 

Funny how things can change, weird how your life can change all at once just by accident. How weird was everything before, during and after that interview at the Mart. It’s true that I didn’t smile and they made me notice it watching the clip later and told me I have to smile and wink and look happy and carefree because that’s sexy and we are in the business of being sexy even more than of having sex. In fact, I was over serious all along, but that’s because it had been a weird day and I wasn’t in the mood. Very early that morning, while getting ready for the interview –the video interview, not the job interview… that was fake, scripted-, putting on a little makeup and choosing a not too cheap but revealing enough top, Mr Gross, the landlord, had opened the door with his master key, not even bothering to knock, and announced that he would put me on the street if I didn’t pay in cash, at once, the three months of rent I owed… ‘But, of course, I DO accept other forms of payment’, he added, and his lewd face, eyes all the time focused on my cleavage, gave me the creeps... You may ask why on earth does she get the creeps when she was the school slut and had sex with even the creepiest pimple studded pizza face jerk of Jefferson High, but you can only ask such a question because you’re lucky enough to don’t know Mr Gross. He’s fat, greasy, smelly and a total freak, and even hookers cross to the other side of the street to avoid running into him. So on my way to the Mart I was praying for the interview to go well… And well it did go! Because there’s a huuuuuge difference between gross Mr Gross and Roman, isn’t there?  Because being here, in this fancy studio, sucking Roman’s sweet lubed dick is a big big improvement not only with respect to Mr Gross but also with respect to Rob, my cute, coke sniffer, girlfriend batterer ex back in Chicago.