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  Adam leaned back and scratched his ear. “This isn’t a shock, of course. You’ve been asking a lot of leading questions the last several days. My gut says your plan is quite plausible. I would suggest upping your take from any film Alicia stars in. That’ll be significant as she becomes more recognized by the industry and the public and therefore becomes more in demand.”

  “I appreciate the suggestion.” Sarah nodded and smiled. She inhaled deeply. “So I’m not totally crazy. It’s not like I need to make a lot of money from this venture, but I don’t want Alicia to believe this arrangement is a gift or charity.” She turned toward Maria. “What do you think?”

  “I expect Alicia has found what she needs in you whether she was looking for it or not.” Maria crossed her arms and tilted her head slightly. “But I wonder if you are at all aware of the stigma you’re setting yourself up for? Most people don’t think fondly of folks involved with porn. Some of your friends will think you’re certifiable no matter how highly they thought of you before. Are you ready to handle the negative fallout?” Maria settled back into her chair. “Of course, you could stay behind the scenes, so to speak. I could front for you.”

  “No.” Sarah shook her head vigorously. “I appreciate what you’re saying. But if this is right for me to do, then I don’t want to hide. There aren’t many people close to me I have to worry about anyway. And maybe even my folks would’ve approved.”

  Adam cleared his throat. “What about Daniel?”

  “What about Daniel?” she snapped.

  “He’ll bust a gut if—let me correct that—when he finds out his ex-wife is a patron of the adult film world.”

  “Tough shit!”

  “You go, girl.” Maria piped, grinning broadly.

  “Adam, I have several sizeable certificates of deposit signed over to me as part of our divorce settlement that still identify Daniel as the original owner. If I use those for this venture, would Daniel be at all implicated?”

  Adam tried unsuccessfully to hide a grin. “Not legally. But the press would have a field day. You’re not really thinking of doing that? He’d probably recover, but he’d have to do some fancy wheeling and dealing.”

  “That’s what I figured. I’m planning to save those funds for a rainier day than this one. But if Daniel wants to give me any crap, the next funds slated for the arts are those with Daniel’s signature appended. Not bad, huh?”

  “I wouldn’t want to cross you if you ever got ripping mad and me.”

  “Don’t you forget that, bad boy of Bumper, Iowa.” Sarah flashed him a quick smile. “I’ve told you before you should’ve taken me for a ride on your motorcycle. Think what might’ve happened if you had offered me a single ride.” She hollowed her cheeks mimicking a sucking notion, in case he’d forgotten.

  He shook his head at her and murmured, “My mistake. Clearly.”

  She stood and crossed her fingers. “Hopefully, Alicia won’t balk at this idea.”

  “She’d be a fool if she did.” Adam returned to his desk.

  “Alicia James may be young,” Maria added, following Sarah toward the door, “but she’s no fool.”

  The next afternoon, Sarah rose from her work table to greet her visitor. “Come in, Alicia.”

  “Hi, Ms. Atkinson. Good to see you again.” She matter-of-factly unzipped her top and her large full breasts sprang forth with nipples quickly pebbling.

  “Whoa, Alicia,” Sarah hurried to say. “Zip back up. This isn’t about more pictures.”

  “Oh.” Alicia looked confused but tucked her boobs back in.

  Sarah breathed again, congratulating herself for resisting the urge to palm those amazing boobs and tease those attention seeking nipples. Why did the girl have to be so damn innocently provocative? How many adults had ever wanted to talk to Alicia with her clothes on? “Why don’t we sit at the table? It’s small, but it’ll work.”

  “Okay.” Alicia sat down, still with a puzzled look on her face. “So what’s on your mind if not pictures, Ms. Atkinson?”

  Where to begin? How to begin? Why did this girl throw her off kilter so easily? “First,” Sarah said, steepling her fingers, “nothing that I have to say should be interpreted as having anything to do with us sexually.”

  “Okay.” Alicia arched an eyebrow. “But what else is there?”

  “We’ve gone over this before, Alicia. Yes, I find you quite attractive. No, I will not now or ever entertain the idea of going to bed with you. Is that clear enough?”

  Alicia shrugged. “I’d like to be able to be that clear with some people.”

  “I’m sure you would. What I have to offer you is a business opportunity that Maria, Adam and I believe can benefit both you and me.”

  “Okay.” Alicia winced and slouched farther down in the chair. “You’re taking a long time to get to the point, Ms. Atkinson.”

  “I’d like to financially support your career.”

  Alicia gawked. “You’re kidding. In the adult film industry?”

  Sarah nodded.

  “Wow. How would you do that? You already aren’t charging for my pics.”

  Sarah leaned back and chuckled. “I have much bigger aspirations than that. I watched three of your videos with Maria.”

  “You did! Wow!” Alicia sat up straighter. “What did you think? Did you like what you saw? Am I good, or what?” The blonde scowled. “And you still don’t want to have sex with me?”

  “Maria provided a helpful commentary. You are quite good, Alicia. We feel your goal to become an adult film superstar is reachable, if you have the proper sponsorship.”

  “How would you sponsor me?” Alicia had turned surprisingly serious.

  “Marketing is my expertise. We’ll package you in ways that play up your genuine innocence and your apparent willingness to try anything sexually.”

  “I try.” Alicia’s lips curved into a provocative bow. “I enjoy discovering new ways for getting off.”

  “Yes, I saw.” She glanced away from Alicia’s inquisitive stare and took a deep breath. Could her soon-to-be protégé ever be less saucy? “In addition to marketing to directors and potential producers, I am willing to fund up to three movies with my own money. They’d have to be the right kind of movies. We’d rely on Maria to help with script selection. For you to become a star in a few years, you have to do more dialogue—appeal to a wider audience, probably a couples’ audience.”

  “Why couples?”

  “It’s your apparent innocence that’s so appealing, on screen and off. You have a girl-next-door look that appeals to guys, but also to wives and girlfriends. They’ll be able to identify with you, if we can find you the right roles. You don’t have the look of a hardened sexpot.”

  Alicia stiffened. “I won’t have to settle for wishy washy sex, will I?”

  “Hardly,” Sarah said chuckling. “We don’t want to deprive you. You can be as hot as you want. You can do it all. Deep throat. Take it in the ass. Three-ways. Light S and M—nothing too heavy and dark. By the way, that part is Maria talking, more than me.”

  “I figured that,” she said, nodding. “I trust Maria’s judgment. I’ve seen some of her work. She could give me some pointers. Now wouldn’t that be a three-way—the three of us.”

  Shaking her head, Sarah couldn’t help but be impressed with the enthusiasm of youth. “In your dreams. It won’t happen. But I trust Maria completely—I’m pleased you trust her. Hopefully, I’ll also earn your trust in time.”

  Alicia remained silent.

  “So you’d do much of what you currently are doing. We will simply aim for a slightly classier style and stage presence.”

  “Can I talk dirty?” Alicia pouted.

  “Certainly. Words are a turn on, but trash talk is trash talk, whether in the bedroom or on the ball field. You can tell your partner what is happening for you and to fuck you harder or faster or whatever, but saying your cock is like a battering ram cramming my cunt is a bit over the top.”

  Alicia
laughed, and this time, it reached her eyes. “You have done your homework. I didn’t write that crap, Ms. Atkinson. That’s what I was told to say.”

  “I know. I know. I just wanted to illustrate the difference in what we have in mind for you. Are you okay with this so far?”

  “So why are you doing this?” Alicia responded, ducking her question. “It sounds like you’re prepared to shell out a lot of money without any guarantee of return.”

  “Every investment has its risks.” Sarah raised and lowered her shoulders. “I believe investing in your future is worth the risk. I do expect over time to make a nice profit on my investment. This is not a freebee.”

  “And you want some say in the roles I accept and so on?”

  “Yes.”

  Alicia crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes giving what Sarah expected was the classic petulant teenage glare. “But you won’t get into my personal life?”

  “I’ll try not to, unless you put my investment at risk.” She frowned, suddenly aware of her own oversight. “You don’t do drugs, do you?”

  Alicia’s eyes snapped. “You should’ve asked that question earlier. But I don’t. And I’m not an alcoholic. I try to go to church twice a month.”

  Sarah coughed. She wasn’t sure she needed to know that.

  “Going to church regularly was a promise I made to my grandmother on her death bed. Not that grandma would necessarily agree with the theology of the church I belong to.”

  Sarah scribbled on the notepad at her place. “No shoots on Sundays.”

  Alicia grinned. “I only go twice a month; I can usually shoot around that.”

  “Of course. There is one other thing, Alicia. I want you to take acting lessons. I’ll pay for them.”

  “Really? You want me to go to a regular acting class.”

  “Yes. That doesn’t bother you?”

  “Not at all,” she replied, pushing back a lock of blond hair from her forehead. “I know a number of girls who take drama classes; I’ve never been able to afford them, but I’ve listened to what my friends have to say.”

  “Good. I believe you have natural acting talent, but it can be improved. You are very skilled at expressing a vast array of emotion. That’s apparent in the pictures we’ve done in the photo lab as well as in some of your erotic work. Classes should help you build on that talent.”

  “This sounds fantastic.” Alicia broke into a wide grin. “Bigger than any dream I’ve allowed myself to dream. So what percentage of my take do you want?”

  “Excellent question, Alicia. Adam would be proud of you. I’m not sure. I certainly don’t want to rob you, but I do want a fair share. We can talk more with Adam and a lawyer or two he might recommend. I imagine arrangements will differ depending on whether I’m backing you to obtain a part in a film or whether I’m funding the film. You don’t have to agree to anything until we work out the details. Right now, I’m trying to find out if this strange idea of mine has appeal to you to you and whether you even want to work with me.”

  “Like I said…” Alicia bobbed her head up and down.

  Sarah smiled as the girl’s breasts followed suit.

  “It’s beyond my wildest dreams. And I think I’d enjoy working with you.”

  “That was a non-sexual statement, correct?”

  Alicia didn’t miss a beat. “Absolutely.”

  “You’re not going to try to get into my panties?”

  Alicia’s grin split her face. “You don’t wear panties, Ms. Atkinson.”

  Sarah felt her cheeks burn. “How do you know that?”

  Alicia made a face that showed she questioned Sarah’s brainpower. “I’ve worked with you for at least a couple hours—more than that, actually. You flutter all about while you work. Believe me. You don’t wear panties.”

  “But,” she protested, “I wear long dresses when I shoot.”

  Alicia shrugged her shoulders. “You’re not nearly as straight-laced as you’d like us girls to believe. We know about your relationship with Maria and Adam.”

  “But...”

  “We’re not stupid, Sarah. You’re getting laid almost as much as we are. Each time I’ve come in here you’ve looked like a well-fucked woman. I hope when I’m your age I can look the same way.”

  “My age aside,” Sarah stammered, “I think maybe we’re done for the day.” She began gathering her items from the table.

  “No, not quite,” Alicia said. “Our panty dialogue got us a bit off track. Even though I’d love to, and you present such a lovely challenge, I won’t try to get into your pussy.”

  “Good. Thank God for that small favor.”

  Alicia raised her hand to silence her. “I wasn’t finished. I won’t seduce you, and I’m not at all convinced I couldn’t succeed if I really, really tried...but I won’t, if you don’t get too hung up on being my mother.”

  Sarah slumped back into her chair with the wind knocked out of her. Had she been flushed out of her hole? She hadn’t really wanted to admit even to herself that her motherly instincts might play a significant role in her desire to help Alicia. “You’re a very smart girl,” she muttered at last, nodding her agreement. “I think between the two of us we’ve named the pitfalls in our future business partnership. You won’t be my lover and I won’t be your mother. Though I would like for us to be friends as well as business associates.”

  “Business associates,” Alicia replied, looking smug. “I never thought those words would be used to describe me. So can I hug you—not as lover or mother, but as friend and business associate?”

  “I believe that’s allowable, as long as your hands don’t rove too much,” Sarah consented, folding the girl into her arms for a discreet hug.

  Two days later, Sarah happily accepted congratulations from her friends and lifted her glass in a toast. “To Alicia,” she said, nodding at her new official protégé. “May she dream big and realize those dreams.”

  Sarah beamed at the others. “May this be a fun as well as a profitable venture. We’re launched,” she announced, after signing the final document.

  Everyone applauded—Adam, Maria, Alicia and Alicia’s friend, Amanda. The thin redhead had been introduced as Alicia’s friend and lover. Clearly it was important to Alicia for Sarah to know she had a stable relationship outside the industry.

  The two young women looked extremely happy with each other. How did they manage Alicia’s chosen profession? Don’t even go there, Sarah cautioned herself. They seemed to be doing fine, and Sarah wasn’t her mother, though it had pleased her to learn Alicia was in a caring relationship.

  “I’ve made a special treat to celebrate this occasion,” Maria said, uncovering a cake. Nestled in its top layer sat a tasteful partially nude statuette resembling Alicia. “I have a friend who is a magician with clay,” Maria explained.

  “It’s beautiful,” Alicia screeched. “It’s almost too good to eat. Oops.” She flinched and ducked. “Wrong thing to say. I just signed a contract that pays me a lot of money to eat.” She tucked her arm around Amanda. “But the best is free.”

  Sarah saw the sheen of elation on the two young women and suddenly felt old. Had she ever looked that carefree and happy? No matter. It was a good day, young or old. It was a day filled with promise and dreams.

  She looked over at Adam, who scrutinized her closely. Now what was he thinking? Was he remembering when they were that young? Or was he plotting his next assault on her body?

  Her skin tingled under his steady gaze. Her physical response clearly indicated she wasn’t too old yet. She stuffed a piece of cake in her mouth and chewed thoroughly, amused that Adam’s color darkened before he glanced away from her challenge. How soon could she send Alicia and her lover off on their own so she and her lovers could play?

  Her antics must not have gone unnoticed. Alicia winked at her. “Thanks for all you’re doing for me, Sarah. I’ll do the best I can for you.”

  “I know you will.”

  “Come along, Amanda,”
Alicia said, grabbing her friend by the hand. “Let’s leave before we have to witness an orgy too hot for our innocent young eyes. Bye,” she said to everyone, “Enjoy yourselves.” She arched an eyebrow at Sarah. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

  - o -

  “You’re quite adept at eating, too, Sarah. Even though, unlike your business partner, you’re not being paid to nibble pussy.” Adam watched Sarah sliding her tongue along the outer folds of Maria’s vulva. Lying on her back, Maria had her legs draped over Sarah’s shoulders. “You look fantastic, actually. I always enjoy watching you munch on Maria—and vice versa, of course.”

  Peeking over Maria’s abdomen, Sarah winked at him without dragging her lips away from the dark pussy. Silently, Maria clasped and unclasped her thighs, encouraging her lover’s exploration.

  Kneeling at Maria’s side, Adam smiled indulgently down at her. The reason she couldn’t cry out her demands to Sarah as usual was because she’d stuffed her mouth with his cock. He brushed his fingers through her curly hair while her hands and mouth glided over his shaft, working their magic.

  With hollowed cheeks, Maria peeked up at him, her eyes rounding in delight. She clearly loved this. He knew she loved how the three of them seemed so compatible, so in sync. Hell, he loved it. He looked at Sarah with her tongue and fingers slipping in and out of Maria’s pussy. Thankfully, she loved it, too.

  Why had it taken him so long to realize they each shared a voracious appetite for sex? Sarah was as eager and innovative as Maria. More than once they’d managed to push him beyond his comfort zone.

  Maria arched her lean torso into Sarah, seeking her first orgasm of the evening. Adam withdrew from her mouth, allowing her to concentrate solely on her own needs. He shifted slightly down the bed on his knees until he could easily reach Maria’s clit with one hand and stroke Sarah’s backside with the other.