“I'll understand if you don't want to do it. It certainly looks a little cramped in there.”
Leaning against the stucco wall Tammy exhaled a steady stream of cigarette smoke, her recently manicured hands picked at a thread hanging from the hem of her shirt. It was tight and proudly pronounced a 'HoDown' in large black letters, punctuated with an exclamation mark.
The shirt was stretched tight looking like it had recently been sprayed on. Tremaine's eyes fluttered from her face to her accentuated breasts, large heavy and claimed as being 'all natural' these double DD's were actually manufactured not far from where they now stood (the surgeon responsible was locally famous for appearances in late night commercial spots mostly associated with sleepless nights and alcohol fueled regrets).
Things were changing though, she had high hopes to be independent, having a sugar daddy was all well and good but when it came down to it she really wanted to be able to say... “I did that myself, I paid for that” and most of all… “I don't need your money anymore”.
She realized certain sacrifices had to be made in order to reach her goals.
She had met Tremaine locally at a small bar. She wore a skirt that many would have guessed to be a belt. She was instructed to do “whatever” it took to push that night's “product” (her employer was a slimy, balding, horizontally challenged middle aged bozo who had a bad habit of winking over enthusiastically whilst drooling at the sight of her barely contained heaving bosom).
It was only her first week on the job when she met him. Balancing vials of over-promoted alcoholic cocktails on a shaky tray above her head; she wiggled and pranced around unsteady inebriates whose only real interest was in bedding her. This particular night proved to be different and memorable resulting; unwanted advances fast becoming violent spiraling irretrievably out of her sphere of comfort and control. Groping hands clawed and grabbed at garments fast transforming them to shreds when a well aimed fist appeared out of nowhere. An unexpected act of chivalry from a stranger resulted in a sudden stop to the aggressive, unwanted attention. Tammy had a knight in shining armor for the night. Her new friend was broad shouldered, had an impressive physique and radiated a certain aura the likes of which she had never been around before. A slim face covered in designer stubble with hazel eyes flecked in green complimenting his darkly tanned flesh. Tammy all too quickly made the mistake of presuming his sexual preference within a night filled with perhaps a drink too many. To this day they still joked about that night as good friends that had swiftly become close; they were able to find humor even in the most embarrassing of situations, as for Tammy that night was.
That was how she had met Tremaine. All of that had brought her to the present and her current dilemma.
“I think you can do it. Of course we'll have to clean it first.” He was, as always, thoughtful and caring and never one to run blindly into a situation.
“Naturally! I'm a whore... but not a dirty whore. I have standards!”
However, lately she was beginning to wonder where those boundaries might lay or if in fact there were any left. In her former life she knew many she only wished she could forget associated with memories that could all be placed under the umbrella known only as regret.
In her quest to reach her aspirations she had adopted a stage name, Cassie. She did not relish the thought of having a stalker in her new role as an adult movie star, an industry that was famous for such, nor did she wish to bump into any old acquaintances.
Together under the corporate moniker of Cass-Tre Entertainment they had released four feature length “films” all in the span of twelve months with two more at the printer’s in the final stage before distribution.
Cass-Tre's last feature was a co-production with a larger than normal budget, enabling them to experiment. It was shot in several locations and involved renting equipment from a local circus. Performers in several scenes donned costumes that would literally scare an elderly relative half to death. Cassie's Carnival of Cum Chaos, yep... the title pretty much said it all. It was doing surprisingly well even boasting distribution overseas. They thought it was a great thing knowing there were perverts all over the world that didn't mind paying for “smut” even with the financial obstacles that plagued the industry due to free “adult content” found at every click all over the internet.
Tammy knew there was not even an ounce of passive aggressive nature in his statement. But she also knew and understood that deep down they needed that special something that would put them heads above the collective smut pack, and it was a huge pack.
“Ready? I've thought of just the angle...” Using her fingers in air quotes while closing one eye in a dramatic comical wink. “that will appeal to more than just the usual demo.”
Tammy pulled a small cylindrical container from her skirt that was way too skimpy and tight to accommodate a pocket. After removing the plastic cap she made a display of wiping her lips with it.
As a couple they stride toward the open gates of the estate wherein sits the car. Car, a three letter word that could never do its beauty any justice, Tammy thinks with every footstep she nears its shining brilliance.
The beauty was predominantly black with a thick cherry red stripe running down its middle. It was no more than chest level height and 'Cassie' immediately knew it might pose a problem for several of the scenes she had in mind. A stylish fade in and out would work just fine she mused as she stole a sideways glance in her production partner’s direction.
“Ready?” Her fingertips trailed behind her ears, deep within a cascade of full volume brunette locks that plump and teasingly entangle themselves, admittedly she was a little nervous.
“Let's do this!” Tremaine disappeared behind the portable camera's bulk raising the lens now aimed in her direction, the fall of his raised hand signifying “roll camera”. They commence.
Cassie looks directly into the lens with a sly smile tilting her shimmering lips, “Now...this is my baby.” Her bashful smile turns to an ear to ear grin splitting her face literally in two. Beside the front wheel well she reaches out with a hand and lovingly caresses the spotless, deep black finish of paint covering the front of the vehicle. “Over… one… hundred… and ahhhh seventy… five… inches long, enough to please… even the most… discerning of 'Size Queen'. Mmmm enough horses… to make a Texas rancher drool in envy… over this carbon fiber beast! Face it...this will rock your world.” Cassie pauses slightly in her narrative dropping her gaze to the smooth surface beneath her hand. She curls her top lip under the bottom as a barely audible moan escapes her lips. “An eight point… uhhhh four liter… powered 'V' ten… engine with six… mmmmm hundred… forty horses… under YOUR control. Mmmmm I don't know about you… but if I were wearing knickers they would be soaking right now. Can you seriously comprehend that much power at your control? Mmmm can you? Zero to sixty in barely three seconds. Mmmmmm!” She brings her hand to her mouth in a relaxed motion, fingers brushing her lips. Her other hand leaves the car beginning a slow but steady journey ending with her cupping and gently squeezing her left breast. Cassie leans back; the flesh of her upper thigh pressed against the automobile registering the warmth of the evening's sun emanating from the ebony paint. Letting out a slow sigh she continues. “Ahhhh! Rear… wheel drive… six hundred… mmmmm…. feet of torque… that's real control. I know a few dictators that would be jealous.”
“A-a combined… F-fifteeeen… Mmmmiles pah… per gallon.” Leaning against the hood she shifts her weight raising her leg she flashes the camera a shot of what she had stated earlier as fact. One hand continues to caress and pinch her nipples as the other delves deep hiking up the edge of her skirt in the process. She pulls her fingers away after only a moment, visibly moist and slick with excitement. Brushing her nipple; it erects poking proudly through the cotton of her shirt. From there they again venture to her lips.
“Ahhhh…. six…. sssspeed trans… transmission…” She cuts the sentence short as her fingers press her luscious lips.
Tremaine zooms in close capturing the delicious rapt emotion gleaming on her face. He moves following her progress as she kicks off her heels and shimmies backward spreading her torso lengthwise over the side of the hood.
She roughly spreads her legs wide open, one foot flat with a smooth thigh smothering the lower part of the polyurethane composite bodywork in slight but rhythmic movements as her finger’s exploration rises to a new, feverish level. The cotton of her tight tee now hiked high over her breasts, the material of her skirt bunched at her waist. Her finger teasingly encircles the entrance to her moist cove as single syllable sighs grow to hoarse moans increasing in both quantity and volume as the fleshy nub engorges. In motions becoming more aggressive the finger's neighbors bunch together in a collaborative team effort snaking expertly into her accommodating pink fleshy depths.
“Hhhharrdd…llly…. Ahhh bbbbback ssseeeaaaattttt at all.” Abruptly her movements stop as her eyes suddenly widen. Cassie removes her hand from her slick regions smoothing down her shirt she slides down the car’s side until her feet gently alight upon the intricate flagstone driveway.
“The interior is…” She pauses a long moment pulling the tiny material of her skirt down over her upper thighs. “Mmmm...spacious! But mmm… what is a girl to do with no back seat?” She gives the camera a playful wink then continues, “Anyone purchasing this to transport a family unit needs to seriously up their meds.”
She flashes her smile to the camera then with a flourish of movement deftly opens the driver's door. She steps aside allowing both her and the sexy interior to be seen within the camera's view.
The camera zooms panning over the luxurious interior. Soft black leather tastefully accentuated with red highlights covers the seats and door moldings. The dash was like a fighter pilot’s cockpit display adding to the illusion that the future of driving in absolute comfort was indeed transported to the present day. Tremaine zoomed out lazily with Cassie smiling as she popped back into view.
A barely noticeable bite of the lip as she touches a strand of hair as it falls across her brow, she continues, “The smell of leather is still one of life's small pleasures... FUCK PETA! Seriously, this thing is a work of exquisite beauty, both inside and out.” A brief silence falls with only the sound of manicured nails drumming upon the aerated leather of the steering wheel. Cassie turns her attention toward the center of the console; it is here that her hand falls next. Grasped in a gentle embrace she caresses the gear stick slowly, lustfully with a practiced hand, up and down the slick stick.
“Ssssix speed ttttransmission… Mmmm!” Her soft moans slip between tight pursed lips.
The door handle swiftly forgotten as the large words printed on her shirt lose form, her hand reaches up to fondle and squeeze the curvaceous flesh beneath. Her grip upon the leather encased gear shift tightens while she pinches an erect nipple playfully twisting and teasing for the camera. Cassie turns, looking directly into the camera lens, playfully winks murmuring, “I can't decide, is it this sweet ass ride or the smell of expensive leather that’s making me want to feed my dripping… wet… hungry… pussy?” To illustrate the point, Cassie parts her thighs, leans back and lets her lazy fingertips lightly trace a path from between her spread knees down to her dripping pubic region. The sensual journey ends in unhurried stroking movements up and down her glistening pussy lips. She teases without penetrating letting her fingers dance along the delicate folds of flesh as if she were exploring the delicate petals of a rare and precious flower.
“This is where we cut, insert the stylish fade and move to the action.” Tremaine’s deep voice abruptly cuts short Cassie’s first orgasm of the day.
“Damn it Tre, I was almost there!” Cassie’s feigned anger doesn’t fool her partner for a second, “Fine. Of course, even for a guy who likes other guys I can see this has massive potential.”
The red light on the camera blinks off, in an instant it is replaced by Tre's face brandishing a sizable grin, “Take your time sweets. I can see the next scene being a might tricky. Here let me.” There’s an audible click as the square space in the middle of the roof tilts back revealing clouds and the midday sun.
“You didn't tell me you had the keys.” Cassie playfully smacks at Tremaine in faux shock.
“You didn't ask.” He replies with a wink.
“So… could we ummm… take this baby for a spin?” An odd and unexpected noise interrupts her punctuating the question as she changes her position to between the front seats.
“That was the leather...I'm a lady.” She says with a laugh.
She smiles awkwardly as she makes eye contact with her partner. Tremaine raises an eyebrow as if the noise’s origin were in question before they both break into raucous laughter.
“Ha ha, very funny. Y’know we could always keep those in and appeal to a whole different audience.” Cassie shifts her body awkwardly in the sports car's sparse interior which results in a cacophony and veritable orchestra of squelchy noises. “Twelve year olds would find this shit hilarious while they jerk it like meth fueled primates. I shared a house with three younger brothers, can we just say I had to hide my panties and Victoria’s Secret catalogs.” Tremaine continues to watch as unabashed Tammy lifts her leg and turns her naked derriere toward the open door. She grasps the edge of the open moonroof with a palm's grip proclaiming, “Got it, ready when you are sweetie.”
Within the viewfinder a slither of the open driver's door can be seen. The majority of the screen is filled with the uncomfortable position Tammy has managed to contort herself into. The edges of both seats are obscured under her plump backside as she is raised and balanced precariously over the center console. Her legs each occupying different foot wells of the sports car. Up on her tiptoes she looks directly into the camera again awaiting her cue.
“Action!” Tre gives her cue to begin.
“Don't worry; the keys are not in the ignition although I do dream of having over six hundred horses ravage my body.” Her thick pink tongue exits her mouth sensuously licking her upper lip as she tilts her hips forward her tongue moves lazily from side to side. With her free hand she grasps at her unencumbered breasts leaving both nipples erect as she drops her hand down tracing the line of her flat stomach all the way to her pelvis. Her eyes close as exploring digits perform an intricate routine comprised of movements that would make even the most experienced gamer green with envy. She suddenly withdraws her hand, her fingertips bejeweled with her glistening juices. She curls them playfully while biting her lower lip to the camera. She places her hands atop one another gripping the edge of the moonroof’s opening, lifting herself slighty.
“I am so fuucckkin' wet!” She seductively smiles to the camera as the vinyl of the stubby gear shifter begins to tickle her perineum while she rocks her hips languidly but controlled back and forth against it.
“Ahhhh! I need you inside me!” A look of concentration briefly flutters across her flushed face as she gently pushes herself down. Her flesh willingly parts accepting her unique but welcome visitor. She sighs as her muscles rhythmically contract and loosen as the foreign object penetrates deeply until it is completely inside her.
Her rocking motions become faster, more aggressive as Cassie nears an explosive climax. A sudden change in light casts a shadow over her heaving breasts as a cloud momentarily obscures the sun.
“Cassie keep at it, I'll be right back in two seconds.” With an audible thunk he places the camera on the ground followed by the clatter of footsteps as Tremaine rushes to the van holding their lighting equipment.
He turns the cargo door's handle only to find it locked, “Fuck! ?The keys!” His hands rummage quickly through his empty pockets.
“Tammy...Cassie… Shit! Whichever, I'll be right back!” His shout goes unheard as Cassie’s unbridled joy continues to rock heavily the sports car’s suspension fifty feet away.
Tremaine turns towards the large mansion.
A short distance away Cassie is busy concentrating on attaining another orgasm, the previous one had unleashed a tidal wave of liquid warmth running down her thighs as excitement slowly began to consume her every pore. She could feel the composite bodywork of the roof bend under her tightening grip continuing to slide herself up and down, side to side on the wonderful stick shift. She could feel the moist walls of her vagina shudder as another orgasm was about to release a tsunami of a climax.
An unexpected poke in the mons pubis threatens to put an impromptu kibosh on her exhaustive proceedings. Cassie chooses to ignore the noise drawing ever closer to within reach of now her third mind shattering orgasm in as many minutes.
Then a different sort of movement jolts her out of her sexual revelry. Squinting, not fully willing to totally end her body shaking orgasmic experience, she sees to her horror the ornately carved gates of the estate pass by.
“Fuck!” She screams scrambling to reach behind her for the steering wheel.
There’s a soft thud telling her the driver’s door has now closed.
“Where the fuck are you!?! TREMAINE!!” Screaming now, she begins to panic raising goosebumps on her naked flesh and a cold sweat on her brow as the vehicle continues to pick up speed.
The thought flashes in Cassie’s panicked mind, “Of all the freakin' places for this to happen the gradient infested city of free loving”. Her heart races to a feverish gallop eclipsing the frenzied pace it had already risen to from the experience. Using both hands and all her might, she tries to pull her body up but exhaustion and panic make a failure of the attempt as her body stubbornly refuses to accept her demands. Cassie twists attempting to gain a foothold on the edge of the black leather seats but to no avail. Her muscles clamp tightly out of abstract fear. Uselessly her legs try to reach motions with red painted toes curled and flexed with hopes to suddenly gain a tree swinging primate's abilities. The exhilarating fear and bumpy terrain send an unexpected spasm through her as another orgasm injects adrenaline through her panicked body.
“TREEMAAAAAIINNNE!” She screams again sending spittle flying from her mouth leaving an unnoticed trail down the driver’s side headrest.
Vibrations force Tammy to remove her hands from their death grip on the open moonroof above her. She pushes against the edge of the passenger seat while the other employs an awkward grip on the steering wheel. As she does her full weight now comes to rest solely on the gear shift penetrating to its full length inside of her. Her stream of extreme orgasms created a puddle across the shiny, black plastic surface of the console, now wetting her inner thighs and tight ass.
The car continues to pick up speed. Trees flash by the darkly tinted windows until they are nothing more than a green blur whizzing by.
After nearly a minute spent searching inside the house Tremaine realizes he had left the keys outside atop the wall. He remembered placing them there while checking the camera. He had made the mistake of shooting with a low battery before, he thought it an unprofessional crime, and would do his damnedest to never commit it again. Keys firmly in hand he strode to the van oblivious to what is occurring with his star. He quickly removed the compact lighting setup placing it on wheels before turning back for the next scene. Then he finally noticed, the car was not there.
Tammy's clothes are in a heap against the wall, merely inches from where he had left the van's keys.
“Ugggghhhhhh!” Another liquid wave of pleasure assaults Tammy's loins, momentarily distracted, her hand loses its grip on the passenger seat's edge. The car's chassis shudders as the tires hit a pothole. Tammy's hand falls from its awkward hold on the aerated leather of the wheel as her upper body jerks backward. With a loud pop vertebrae shift position as the jarring pothole impact is made shoving her hard into an unyielding dash panel.
“I wouldn't buy this car; the handbrake and the stick shift are too close together” is Tammy's last conscious thought before the back of her head erupts against the unforgiving angle of the windscreen.
The car continues gaining speed with the expensive chrome wheels glimmering in the midday sun's dazzling rays.It was fast becoming a beautiful day. The clouds had been a mere fleeting appearance and there was a light breeze, overall all it was a wonderful day to take a leisurely stroll. That’s exactly what George had decided to do unfortunately his wife, Mildred, insisted in joining.
You couldn't win them all, he surmised as his thoughts began to wonder. His wife directed a diatribe in his direction, something about young kids with flashy cars thinking they owned the road because they had a bank account. A “conversation” they had many times that he added to with a simple “uh huh”s or a nod at opportune moments (he had become practiced at this over the course of twenty-three years of marriage). Between gestures of agreement and knowing sighs he began to reflect on how this area had changed, continuing to, within just the last ten years. Rich Hollywood types had invaded in droves. Taking to the hills, they had driven the price of real estate to unobtainable heights for normal folk. There was perhaps a silver lining here though he might be able to sell his house at a huge profit!
He couldn't help but smirk at the prospect, a sudden nudge, a sharp elbow to his ribs brought him rapidly back to the present. “Look George. As I was saying, they think they own the damn roads!”
The car should be slowing down as close as it was to the intersection but it was only gathering momentum. From his vantage point George could make out a snapshot of the interior of the speeding vehicle through the open roof. The driver was naked...and facing the wrong way. “Turn your head George!” His wife screeched at him.
But he couldn't. His wife's voice continued to drift into his ears as his only other sense (that was worth a damn these days) was captivated by the tableau unfolding before him.
“I saw something about this the other week on the news...Bath Salts! I only ever thought they were good for soaking your feet! That naked lady is going to crash isn't she?” George didn’t need Mildred to answer him.
Tremaine, whose real name wasn't Tremaine at all it was Rupert (the third), was now a couple of steps past the large estate's ornate gates, eyes still searching for his missing star and Cassie. A sound like an explosion gets his attention coming from the intersection not far away. The road is slightly graded leading in that direction. Traffic at the intersection is at a standstill and a crowd seems to be slowly gathering there. Rupert continued to watch as car doors open with their occupants vying for viewing rights. Several flashes can be clearly seen, people are taking pictures...of something. Rupert's thoughts start to spin; they immediately plummet heading into the direction of “worst case scenario”. His assumption was correct.
They both watch in horror as the low profile car crashes head on into the side of the oversized advancing tractor trailer.
“I thought there was a weight restriction on this road!” George ponders as the chaotic scene continues to unravel.
The car continues to roll until it comes to a stop against a nearby curb with a jolt. The mechanical configuration is no longer recognizable as a car, now appearing only as an entangled twisted metal creation pulled perhaps from the deepest darkest recesses of an insane mind. Fiber glass juts randomly in every direction stained red in colorful wicked shards, crimson drips down electrical light components as they wink on and off in with warnings unheeded. A deflated rear tire trails a green liquid tread impression back to the intersection.
The deflated, useless deployed airbags dripping in blood cover what remains of the once luxurious leather interior. A sudden deflation vomits the lower half of what remains of Tammy onto the space where her hand had so recently lovingly caressed, nothing now but a useless collection of torn tubes, maniacally misshapen chunks of chrome and engine components.
Tremaine has now reached the bottom of the gradient. The intersection is a mere stones throw away from him now. Conversations and rumor run rampant from hushed but surprisingly loud voices flowing freely around him. He hears a snippet of conversation from a surprisingly unperturbed elderly couple in which he specifically hears, “bath salts, naked and rich-good-for nothing Hollywood types.” Unhurriedly he takes a few more steps; he is after all just another curious onlooker. A few more feet bring him close enough to be able to fully comprehend the scene. Tammy is slouched across the asphalt and is still attached to the car by a disturbingly long trail of bloodied, gravel coated, stringy insides. The car is unrecognizable as the awe inspiring creation it once was. The chassis is bent, twisted and torn with blood and chunks of flesh strewn everywhere. The lower half of Tammy lays spread eagled across the front of the vehicle. Her toes are still hooked upon the remnants of the shattered edges of the windscreen. Between her thighs it looks as though it was recently home to an explosion of sorts, her stick shift lover had finally been expelled straight through flesh and bone. Tremaine searched for words, within his own mind, to further describe the carnage as flashing lights approach the grisly scene. The sirens are obnoxious and he believes really not necessary as the damage has certainly already been done. He turns on his heels heading back up the hill to the estate.
The next few hours he would be busy. All traces of his existence within the exotic house had to be eradicated for the owner was only ever a figment of his imagination to placate Tammy. He didn't know anyone that plied a trade as an investment banker nor anyone who was currently spending time “sunning themselves” in the Mediterranean with their life partner, whether his name was Bill or anything else. He did however know how to break into houses; he was also very skilled in gaining peoples trust. There would be more girls like Tammy turned porn star, Cassie, for that he was certain. Maybe even another Cassie, they truly were a dime a dozen and he knew just what to say to get them excited.