Double Love

Chapter 6:Our stepsister was so f*****g dirty

Zeke

Shit, our stepsister was so f*****g dirty. It was unbelievable how this turn of events had come to pass. It gave new meaning to the words “perversity” and “irony.” Plus, I’ve always told my brother that truth is stranger than fiction, and this only proved my words right.

Because last week, Ralph, our man on the ground in New York, had called, his voice rough and harsh.

“I got one for you,” he said with little introduction. “You’re going to want to see this one.”

I shrugged. Ralph is one of those dudes who talks a big game but never delivers. So I shrugged.

“Really?” I grunted. “Then send it over.”

Ralph cackled. “Will do, Boss!” he said. “The tape’ll be at your place by next week.”

I hung up, not expecting much. After all, my brother and I work in the adult entertainment industry, and it’s not exactly a business known for its stability and reliability. In fact, this business is the opposite. Performers come and go, and never seem to have their paperwork in order. But it’s not just the on-screen talent. Even the off-screen talent seems to have trouble. Take last week for an example. Our film editor Harvey showed up an hour late to our editing session.

“Where have you been?” I said as the door closed. Harvey slouched in looking worse for the wear. His cap was pulled low over a hang-dog expression, and his clothes were rumpled as if he’d slept in them.

“I swear Zeke, it was my dog,” he pleaded. “Norma’s been so uppity, and you know how it is with elderly poodles. If you don’t comb their fur just right, they get so uptight and upset. I had to stay with her until she fell asleep,” he pleaded. “I had to.”

I rolled my eyes in the darkened room as my fingers flickered over the keyboard. If Harvey hadn’t been the best editor money could buy, I would have fired him because of this whole dog business.

“Take her to the vet,” I said in an even voice. “And don’t ever be late again.”

“I will, I will!” he sniveled, sliding into his seat at the console. “Now what do we have today?”

“We’re editing Schoolgirl Smut Volume 4,” I ground out. “Here, I’m going out for a smoke. You take over.”

And with that, I left the editing room, banging the door behind me. Such is the life in the adult entertainment industry. I swear, wrangling my employees is harder than herding cats.

But I love it. Zan and I came upon this industry by chance, and it’s a good fit, not to mention being incredibly profitable. We haven’t given up school or anything like that. We’re still students at USC. But early on, we enrolled in a class called “A Brief History of Porn” and immediately knew that our future lay in the adult industry. It’s not that we’ve given up on mainstream film. It’s just that mainstream s**t is so f*****g expensive, requiring a million sign-offs, a million dollars, and a million permits, whereas with porn you can produce a film relatively cheaply.

So we dived into the trade with gusto, trying out new camera techniques and dialogue, while also making a s**t ton of money. s*x sells, I’m telling you. It’s an old saying, but until you’ve been in the porn industry, it’s hard to wrap your mind around just how well s*x sells. In fact, Zan and I are rolling in dough now, and it’s because of our production company.

Of course, we don’t do everything ourselves. Every great man stands on the shoulders of others, and one of the most important aspects of any film is casting. In porn, it’s even more crucial because no one’s really watching for dialogue or plot. They’re watching to see beautiful girls lose their innocence, and we don’t disappoint in our videos.

As a result, we source girls from all over and are always looking for new talent. It’s just the nature of the biz. Young, nubile women are highly sought by all the studios. For us, it’s especially important right now because we’re developing a naughty schoolgirl series preliminarily titled, “Dirty for Professor X.”

As a result, we’ve developed a network of scouts all around the country. They’re mostly club managers who keep their eyes open for girls with the right looks, body, and pizzazz. Ralph, for better or worse, is one of our best. It’s partly because he’s in New York City where there’s a deep pool of talent, but also because he’s experienced. He knows what we like and what we don’t. In: big boobs, curvy bodies, and slutty attitudes. Out: Drugs, dependencies, and daddy issues.

So I’d been eager to see the footage that Ralph promised. We’d watched a lot of audition tapes recently, but most girls don’t have the innocent, wide-eyed look necessary to portray a nubile co-ed. Instead, most had that worn-out, used-up look, which in porn is sadly common. No one wants to buy that stuff. Even if you’re featuring grannies, they still want the grannies to be old but comely. Again, this industry is filled with paradoxes, and it’s not my place to say what sells and what doesn’t.

I clicked the video icon and my screen blurred before sharpening and focusing on beautiful girl with luscious auburn hair and a curvy body to-die for. My eyes squinted a bit as my hands gripped the chair handles. Could it be …? Holy s**t, it was. I bolted straight up in my chair.

“Zan!” I yelled. “Get in here!”

The performer was still staring uncertainly at the camera as my brother strode over from the other room, taking a break from looking at “modeling shots” submitted by some of our hopefuls. Guys are gross because they send unsolicited p***s photos, but the girls in the industry can be even worse – we’ve been propositioned every which way by young things hoping to land a starring role in one of our films. It’s sad, really, because the photos they send always have a look of desperation.

“What?” Zan growled. “This better be good.”

But when he saw the face on screen, his jaw dropped, and blindly, he reached for a chair, pulling up to the monitor.

So I’d been eager to see the footage that Ralph promised. We’d watched a lot of audition tapes recently, but most girls don’t have the innocent, wide-eyed look necessary to portray a nubile co-ed. Instead, most had that worn-out, used-up look, which in porn is sadly common. No one wants to buy that stuff. Even if you’re featuring grannies, they still want the grannies to be old but comely. Again, this industry is filled with paradoxes, and it’s not my place to say what sells and what doesn’t.

I clicked the video icon and my screen blurred before sharpening and focusing on beautiful girl with luscious auburn hair and a curvy body to-die for. My eyes squinted a bit as my hands gripped the chair handles. Could it be …? Holy s**t, it was. I bolted straight up in my chair.

“Zan!” I yelled. “Get in here!”

The performer was still staring uncertainly at the camera as my brother strode over from the other room, taking a break from looking at “modeling shots” submitted by some of our hopefuls. Guys are gross because they send unsolicited p***s photos, but the girls in the industry can be even worse – we’ve been propositioned every which way by young things hoping to land a starring role in one of our films. It’s sad, really, because the photos they send always have a look of desperation.

“What?” Zan growled. “This better be good.”

But when he saw the face on screen, his jaw dropped, and blindly, he reached for a chair, pulling up to the monitor.

“We have to get her here,” I ground out. “Forget New York. It’s all about LA.”

“Fly her out immediately,” he agreed.

But the unspoken lingered in the air. Melanie wasn’t just any ho who’d appeared on our radar. She was a beautiful, untested girl with sensuous control of her body, and also our new stepsister to boot. Was the family relationship going to stop us? Hell, no. There was money to be made, and Zan and I have never shied away from the forbidden.

But at the same time, I wanted to see this go down easy. We both did. After all, my brother and I aren’t heartless bastards. We want our performers and our lovers to feel cossetted and taken care of, and Melanie was no exception. We’re not here to use up girls until they’re dried up and wrung out. Instead, we’re here to celebrate women and their bodies, as ironic as that sounds. So who knew how this was going to work out? But no matter what happens, my brother and I want Melanie to be happy … and we’ll go the extra mile to make sure of it.