What Some People Will Do - Chapters 29-30 

Part 9

Chapter 29

Jim Young lay in bed, his beautiful wife held tightly in his arms as 
they watched the second episode of her show What Some People Will Do.  
The half hour program was nearly off and Jim had been rearranging an 
aching hard-on every minute for the entire duration.  One thing was 
troubling him, though.

"Why is it every show has you being groped and fondled by some kid or 
stranger yet I've never once been on your show?"

With her back against his front, Brenda reached around to stroke the 
hair on his head.  She turned her head enough to see him from the 
corner of her eye.  "Oh sweetie, it's only for show.  They don't get 
anything more than what you see."  She had definitely decided not to 
tell him about her mistake at the big city mall parking lot when 
she'd been certain her camera woman had set her up with a hunk and 
she'd let him fuck her from behind while she leaned into her car.  
"You get all the best scenes with me in real life."

"Yeah, but tens of thousands of guys are stroking themselves off 
watching you on TV and thinking you're free and available.  They 
never see that you have a husband or what kinds of things you do only 
for me."

"Would you want to be on the show?  I mean, getting naked with me on 
camera and showing everyone our most personal, intimate moments?"

"Well--" he began and then paused.  "I just don't like the idea of 
showing you off as a free spirited girl with no ties, that's all."

"Oh baby, you know I love you."

"I know.  And I love you.  That's not what I'm worried about.  I'm 
worried about them, not about you; not about what you will do but 
what they think you'll do and expect you to do."

"Hm, I guess we could do a show dedicated to my home life.  What it's 
like to be Brenda Young -- wife of Jim -- when I'm not on set.  But 
Mr. Griffith is wanting to be more sexy and more sexual each week."

"Well then we'll just have to have a lot of sex.  I"m up for that!" 
Jim chuckled.  "You're such a hot little bitch," he said, cupping and 
squeezing her breasts through her white satin nightgown.

"But it has to look real," Brenda said.  "If it looks like usual 
porn, everyone's going to know it isn't real and probably think that 
you're just an actor for the studio."

Jim thought it over for a moment.  By now the show had gone off, 
replaced by commercials for local gentlemens clubs and erotic 
clothiers.  "Okay, so a few of our favorite positions and maybe a bit 
with us in a bubble bath.  Maybe you could cook breakfast for me in 
the nude and I could give you a quickie over the kitchen table before 
work."

"Why wait for the crew?" Brenda said, growing hot and bothered by 
Jim's talk and his continued manipulation of her breasts and now her 
pussy.  "Let's get out our camcorder and film us making love."

In a flash Jim was out of the bed and digging through boxes in the 
closet to find a camcorder they hadn't used since the Nixon 
administration -- well okay, Clinton administration, but still... it 
was a pretty outdated model.  He set up the tripod, attached the 
camera and spent several minutes looking for the power cable.  While 
he toiled, Brenda kept herself on the verge of sexual release by 
rubbing her breasts and clitoris through her nightgown.  Jim kept an 
eye on her at all times and it kept his spirit up.  After rigging up 
the camera and making sure it had a blank tape in it, he went around 
to the far side of the bed and flicked on the desk lamp to give the 
scene some back lighting.  He returned to the camera to ensure it was 
angled properly and pressed the record button.

Jim stripped down to his light gray briefs and slid up the bed in 
between his wife's slender, smooth legs.  His arms slipped under her 
thighs and propped up her ass while he pushed his face into her 
crotch.  She pulled the hem of her gown up but he told her to put it 
back down.  With his head almost hidden under the satin, he ate her 
out with a lot of loud lip smacking and sucking noises.

Every time his tongue swiped over her clit, Brenda grunted and 
squirmed.  After a few minutes, her husband pushed his tongue up into 
her dripping sex and licked in wide swaths up and down between the 
tender folds of her vulva.

Brenda needed more.  She pulled down the left side of her gown to 
fully expose just the one breast and began to caress it with her 
fingertips, then her whole palm.  As her sexual tension rose, she 
lifted the breast with both hands so that she could just take the 
nipple into her mouth.  She gave it a few quick licks and then locked 
her lips around the protruding bud.  She hoped that the camera was 
set on wide enough angle to capture the action of them both as she 
reached her first climax of the night.

Jim withdrew from her sopping pussy, his erection clearly visible 
through the thin material of his briefs, and moved up to straddle his 
wife's body.  As he made his way up along her, his hands ran slowly 
up her sides.  Upon reaching the neck of her gown, he pulled it down 
to expose both of her magnificent tits.  Then he spent a minute or 
two sucking on her right nipple.  He licked a line straight down into 
the valley of her cleavage and up the other side where he licked in 
circles around her left nipple.

Brenda was shuddering and gripping the headboard with both hands; her 
knuckles turning white.  The wood creaked.

Jim continued up and kissed his wife on the lips, sharing the taste 
of her own pussy juices with her.  At first she hesitated, letting 
him just kiss her lips, but slowly her lips parted and her tongue 
stretched out to meet his.

Jim's hands were all over his wife's breasts now.  She reached down 
to pull his pulsing cock from his gray briefs and stroked him gently.

Kissing across her cheek to her ear, Jim whispered, "sixty-nine," and 
rolled over onto his back, displaying his cock fully for the camera.  
He was a pretty normal male and his cock was no different.  Somewhere 
between five and six inches when fully erect and Brenda had always 
been plenty satisfied with that.  She'd had a boyfriend with a bigger 
prick back in high school but his technique was so lacking that it 
made the whole situation worse whenever they had sex; it had been 
more painful than pleasurable.  With Jim it had always been fun.

Brenda pulled herself forward to face the foot of the bed on her 
hands and knees.  With her gown down to her waist, her full breasts 
hung enticingly below her firm body.  She quickly scooted sideways to 
straddle her husband and wriggled her ass over his face.

In seconds they were locked into a tight sixty-nine position, each 
holding onto the other's thighs with both hands and faces buried in 
the other's crotch.  Jim flicked his tongue over her little clit and 
began swirling it around and around, bringing coos and gurgles of 
appreciation from Brenda, who was taking his cock all the way to the 
base.  The first few times she did this caused her to choke and 
cough, but once she got used to the intrusion into the recesses of 
her mouth, she was able to swallow him whole with little problem.

Jim slapped Brenda's ass, causing her to jump and sputter as her 
mouth rose off of his cock.  She sat up, raising her arms and 
interlocking her fingers behind her head.  Sitting on Jim's face now, 
all he could do was to eat her out for all he was worth.  He licked 
and sucked and nibbled at the various sensitive bits of her sex until 
her body clenched and trembled in much needed release.  A trickle of 
pussy juice washed over his lips and coated his tongue.

Brenda rolled off of him and laid on her bad with her head hanging 
over the foot of their bed.  Jim took the cue and knelt before her.  
Taking hold of his cock with one hand and her bare, upturned breasts 
with the other, Jim slowly guided his penis into her waiting mouth.  
He pushed in slowly then back out and started over again.  After 
three such teases, he pushed himself all the way in.  Brenda was used 
to deep throating him by now and he marveled at the way her throat 
bulged as the thick head of his cock passed fully over her tongue and 
past her back teeth.  He pulled back out and pushed back in, more 
quickly this time.  Brenda was fingering her slit with one hand and 
cupping his balls with the other while he molested her breasts now 
with both hands and continued to fuck her face in steady strokes.

Feeling the inevitable approaching, Jim buried himself once more to 
the hilt and held his position as a wash of hot, sticky semen erupted 
right into his wife's throat.  She choked a little but quickly calmed 
enough to be able to take it all without drowning.

When Jim withdrew, his cock starting to become limp, two lines of 
mixed saliva and semen stretched out between the underside of his 
cock and somewhere inside Brenda's mouth.  He dangled his penis over 
her face and she wrapped her lips around it to suck him dry.

"Now that was damn fucking good," Jim remarked, helping his wife to 
her feet.  He went over and turned off the video camera before going 
into the bathroom to clean up.

The following morning Jim awoke from the most incredible dream to the 
sensation of his cock being sucked.  He blinked groggily as the light 
pouring through their bedroom window was unhindered by curtains.  
Lying naked on his back, Jim looked down to see Brenda's eyes 
watching him.  Her lips were presently wrapped around his penis and 
her cheeks were drawn in as she literally sucked him off.

"Good morning baby," she said after sucking down to the end and 
letting him slip out with a very audible, very wet slurp.

Brenda, he could see, was also completely naked and did not seem to 
mind at all that the window was wide open for anyone (anyone with a 
two story house nearby, anyway) to see them.  She dropped her face 
back to his twitching prick and finished him off within seconds, 
sucking down every drop of his semen.  She did not swallow, though.  
Instead she rushed over to stand in front of the camera, which Jim 
saw was blinking its record light, and opened her mouth to show his 
load inside.  She then swallowed and showed her empty mouth to the 
camera.

"And that is what me and my honey do when we're alone," she said 
before switching off the recorder.


Chapter 30

Wynona Hoover arrived at the Channel 69 studios early in the 
afternoon on Thursday.  She had been called there personally by her 
new friend Brenda Young to do some work on her cable television show 
titled What Some People Will Do.

Wynona was led into the manager's office where she found Brenda and a 
producer named Thomas Hardcastle sitting around a desk with the 
manager facing them.

"Please, take a seat miss Hoover," said Mr. Griffith, motioning to an 
empty chair between Brenda and Thomas.  Thomas stood and pulled out 
her chair to make it easier for her to squeeze in.

True to form, Wynona had arrived in frilly, lacy black clothes and a 
long black cape.  She more smooth leather boots with three or four 
inch heels.

"Thanks for coming," Brenda said, wrapping her hands around one of 
Wynona's and looking her straight in the eyes.  "Do you remember last 
week when I told you I was looking for another woman to help me on my 
show?"  Wynona nodded.  "Well, I talked it over with Mr. Griffith 
here and he likes some of the ideas I've come up with.  But..."

"But what?" Wynona asked after several seconds of silence in the 
room.

"He insists that the other woman appear on camera," finished Thomas.

"Oh, I see."

"I know you were interested in writing for the show or maybe helping 
Thomas to direct some of the scenes, but I think this will work out 
even better!"

"How so?"

"Because you can be the person in front of the camera with me giving 
me the dares to complete and helping me to change clothes as needed.  
We can even -- if you'd be interested -- share in some of the dares.  
That would take some of the focus off me and help me not to be as 
nervous as I have been in the past.  I mean, let's just say there's a 
scene that requires me to walk down a dark alley without a top on.  
I'd feel a hell of a lot safer doing that with someone there with me.  
This can help us to take the show to places and do things that we 
never could do before."

"And we are willing to compensate you well for your involvement," 
chimed in Arnold Griffith.  "We've drawn up a preliminary agreement 
with two payment options, depending on how involved you'd like to 
become."

"I don't... normally do this kind of thing," Wynona said with her 
gaze lowered to her lap where her slender fingers were fidgeting with 
her the bottom corners of her cape.

"Neither did Brenda until we came along," Thomas noted.

"And if anyone is going to be sharing the screen with me, I think I'd 
like it to be you."

"I'm flattered.  Really I am.  But you don't want me.  I don't have 
Brenda's fantastic curves.  I'm-- I'm shy and quiet and I have 
trouble showing off to my closest friends, much less total 
strangers."

"It's easier with strangers," Brenda commented.  "I've found that 
out.  I can be a lot more daring around people I know I'll never see 
again than with people I have to see every day."

"Besides," Mr. Griffith put it, "we won't be asking you to be the 
star of the show.  That position is already filled."  He smiled to 
Brenda.  "You'd probably only be on camera for maybe one out of every 
three or four segments, depending on your schedule and which option 
you choose.  And of that time you'd probably only be asked to share 
in the scene -- that is, taking off clothes or otherwise 
participating in Brenda's dares -- half of the time at most."

"The focus will still be on Brenda," Thomas said.  "You would be 
there more to help her feel more at ease having someone to share the 
experience with and to make her less of a target if someone should 
try to go too far with her."

Brenda looked into Wynona's almost violet eyes.  "You wanted to know 
more about me and how the show works.  What better way to write about 
it than to experience it for yourself?"

"I would be willing to do this on a few conditions," Wynona said, 
still looking back into Brenda's eyes.  "First, I only have sex with 
people that I choose to."

"That's not a problem.  Sex is not a requirement of the position 
anyway."

"Good.  Also I don't want any long term commitment that forces me to 
keep doing this if I find that I really don't like it."

"One of the options we've drawn up for you is to go week-by-week," 
stated Mr. Griffith.

"Third, I only appear on camera when Brenda is there.  I won't be 
doing any solo stunts or scenes."

"We wholeheartedly agree.  Brenda is the star and will appear in 
every scene."

"Alright then, how much time are we talking per week and how much 
will I be paid?"

Mr. Griffith pushed the contract toward the twenty-four year old 
gothic cutie.  "Just like we did with Brenda, we've broken the pay 
scale down into what you're willing to do.  It goes all the way from 
two hundred a week if you only appear fully clothed as an on-camera 
announcer up to eight hundred dollars a week if you consent to -- 
well, I won't try to put this lightly, we're all adults here -- if 
you consent to full on sex with a group of people which includes 
lesbian sex with the star."

Wynona reviewed the half page long pay scale.  The other plan drawn 
up was a month-to-month contract for between one thousand and four 
thousand dollars a month depending on how much she was willing to do 
-- that plan offered no option to be a fully dressed on air 
announcer, she had to do at least 25% of the things Brenda was doing 
in any scene they shared for the low-end of that pay scale and 
everything Brenda was doing for the high end.  There was an auxiliary 
descriptive paragraph explaining just what that meant which read 
something like this:

If appearing in a scene with STAR where STAR is expected to eat a 
cupcake, then CO-STAR must also eat a cupcake; if STAR is expected to 
be naked in a public place, then CO-STAR is also expected to be naked 
in that public place; if STAR is expected to give oral sex, then CO-
STAR is also expected to give oral sex; etc.

According to the contract, Wynona's pay would be determined at the 
end of each pay period based on how much she had actually done during 
that time, rather than being based on how much she planned ahead of 
time to do.

Wynona took a ballpoint pen from Mr. Griffith's desk and began to 
chew on the cap while reading the contract.  Everything seemed to be 
in order and the contract allowed her some creative freedom to 
create, write and direct some scenes for the show.  What's more, if 
she didn't like doing it after one month she'd be off the hook and up 
to four thousand dollars richer, which was way more than she was 
making as a writer.

While Wynona continued to chew through the cap of the pen, each of 
the other three got up and left the room presumably to get drinks of 
water or use the restroom, make an important phone call and so forth.

More than half an hour passed before Wynona asked Brenda alone to 
come back into the office with her.  They sat turned in their chairs 
facing each other.

"Is this pretty much the same contract that you have?"

"I think it is.  If I'm not mistaken, yours says something about only 
having to do anything as extreme as what I'm doing?"

"Yeah, it says that.  You've been doing this for a few weeks -- a 
couple of months actually.  Are they treating you okay?  Do you enjoy 
what they make you do?"

Brenda nodded her head.  "It's been such a rush and it's had a 
positive effects on my personal life.  I was afraid this would take 
me away from my husband, but it's actually brought us closer 
together.  When he gets home from work, I always have something to 
talk to him about now.  And our sex has definitely gotten more 
frequent and intense."

"Hm, well that's not much of a going concern for me," Wynona sighed.  
"But if you're happy with your contract, then I'm in, too."  She 
signed the paper and together they called for Mr. Griffith to come 
back.  Before he did, Brenda leaned in close to the younger woman and 
gave her  a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you," Brenda whispered.

Twenty minutes later, just as Brenda had done when she began, Wynona 
was made to strip naked so the production crew at Channel 69 could 
get her exact measurements "for fitting of costumes and outfits".  
They also interviewed her on camera while taking her measurements.  
Brenda was one of the interviewers with the other being the show's 
producer Thomas Hardcastle.

"Wynona, I see that you have shaved pretty much all of your hair 
except what's on you head, and you've dyed that a most unusual shade 
of purple," Thomas noted into the microphone on his lapel.  "Would 
you mind telling our viewers what your natural color is?"

Standing completely naked with her arms down at her sides while a 
stage hand took her measurements, Wynona's pale complexion suddenly 
turned to dark pink and she looked down at her feet.  "My natural 
color," she said after taking a deep breath, "is brown."

"And she's precisely five feet five and three eights inches tall," 
announced the stage hand.

"Yes, that sounds right," Wynona said without looking up.

"When did you lose your virginity?" Brenda asked, jumping straight to 
the extremely personal questions.

"Huh?  Uh-- when I was fifteen."

"How many partners have you had?"

"I--" Wynona's voice broke before she could say more.

"It's okay," Brenda said with a broad, warm smile.  "Has it been more 
than 5?"

"Yes."

"More than 10?"

"No."

Thomas continued questioning.  "Are you currently in an intimate 
relationship with anyone?"

"Is that really important?" Wynona asked.

"Not really, but viewers like to know these sorts of things.  It 
helps them get to know you."

"I'm not currently seeing anyone," Wynona admitted.

"Do you enjoy watching other people have sex?" Thomas asked.

"Sometimes.  I like to watch how they look and act; to see how they 
enjoy it.  Unfortunately the only times I get to watch other people 
having sex is when I'm reviewing a porno for one of my articles and 
the acting is usually so over-the-top that it's unbelievable."

Brenda suddenly put in, "Do you mostly watch the men or the women in 
those videos?  Which do you imagine yourself being?"

"I-- I guess I watch both about the same.  I try to see if the woman 
is enjoying it.  And I don't imagine myself being any of them.  I'm 
just watching it."

"Hm, for me I find myself imagining I'm with the woman in those 
scenes," Brenda commented.

All eyes in the room were suddenly on Brenda, whose contract called 
for her to experiment in lesbian sex but who, to this point, had not 
shown any tendency in that direction.  She covered up by saying, 
"Well the guys in pornos are just so ridiculous, who would want to be 
with them?"

All the guys in the room grunted their agreement with that.

The stage hand announced, "Our miss Hoover is a very firm 36B if 
anyone is wondering.  And her waist is a pleasant twenty-three inches 
with thirty-two inch hips.  A fine hourglass figure."

Thomas thought for a moment and asked, "Wynona, what is your number 
one fantasy?"

"Oh god, I can't!" she said, covering her face with both hands.  
Brenda stepped up and put an arm around her shoulders.

"It's alright.  They asked me a lot of the same questions.  Most of 
this will never make it to air anyway."

It took several dozen seconds before Wynona could compose herself, 
stare into the camera and say, "I've always had a fantasy of meeting 
a guy in a hotel and being drugged into sex."

"Oh really?!" Brenda said with a wide expression of intrigue.

"It's stupid, I know," Wynona cried.  "It's just something I 
sometimes think about."

"Do you have any criminal record?" Thomas asked, turning away from 
the juicy, intimate details for a moment.

"No, none."

"Do you have one side of the bed that you always sleep on?"

"Hm, yes.  The left side."

"So do I!" Brenda squealed and clapped her hands excitedly.

"Are you more of a morning person or a night owl?"

"Definitely a night owl.  More like a vampire bat," Wynona laughed.  
"Give me back my cape and I'll show you."  She bared her teeth and 
hissed at the camera.

Brenda went back to the intimate line of questioning.  "Have you ever 
been with a black man?"

"Yes, once."

"How about another woman?"

Wynona shook her head in the negative.

"What is the most public place you've ever had sex?"

"I guess that would be... I can't believe I'm saying this, but I gave 
a guy head in a movie theater once."

"Ooh, that sounds exciting.  I've never tried that," Brenda said, 
rubbing her chin ponderously.

Thomas asked, "Our Brenda here is often known not to wear a bra.  
What's your typical underwear?"

"Bra and panties, sometimes pantyhose or fishnets."

"Do you sleep naked?" Brenda asked.

"Not usually.  Do you?"

"Sometimes."

"Well that's enough interviewing for now," Thomas announced, flicking 
off the camera.  "What say we get to your first shoot?"

END OF PART 9
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