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 Chapter 3 - Pre-Production

   He did manage to hold off from fucking any member of the household, with
the help of Emmy and the prospect of the exploits to come that weekend. 
The thought of having two prostitutes to fuck was more than enough to focus
on.

   The coming activities would require preparation.  He packed his
equipment into his hockey bag--three camcorders, three tripods, extra
tapes, the same clothes he wore during his activities with Emmy, the
comforter and pillow cases from his bed, lubricant, condoms, the credit
card in his dog's name and $400 in cash to give to the prostitutes as a
tip. He even printed out a release form from the internet so that he would
have rights to the video (Sven planned to have them sign it before
accepting the cash).

   Through the rest of the week he remained on pins and needles.  He didn't
notice his mother's attempts to get attention, nor Kirsten's or Alfy's.  He
told his parents that he was going to play hockey and "maybe" sleep over at
a friend's house.  He had hired an alibi agency to manage the details of
this lie.

   For only $100 the agency would provide him an answering service that
would three way call him in the event that someone would ask for him.  They
also agreed to pick him up and drop him off.

   Sven gave his parents the number to reach him.  The father was pleased
that Sven had a social activity and, better yet, it included his favorite
sport, hockey.  His mother was a little suspicious but didn't protest.  And
when a non-descript, Ford Taurus pulled into the driveway, none at the
house were any wiser.

   He lugged his bag out to the car, packed it into the trunk and climbed
into the back seat.  The parents waved good-bye and the driver, a middle
aged woman, waved back, putting the car in reverse and backing out.

   The driver was an eastern european and Sven had trouble giving her
directions to the hotel downtown.  After driving around the hotel twice she
stopped and let Sven out at the corner.  He tipped her $5 and she sped off
leaving Sven on his own.

   He checked into the hotel and, almost shaking, brought his bag up to the
room.  He got a very nice suite, cost him $300, but he figured that the
concierge wouldn't bother people that rented such rooms.

   Sven went about setting up his equipment--checking the best angles of
the bed and the bathroom.  He envisioned a sex scene in the whirl pool tub
or the standing shower.  Having never been able to take Emmy out of his
room, sex in the shower would be a new experience.

   He phoned the escort service and found out that the girls, Amber and
Nina, were already on their way to the hotel.  He was told to call their
cells to let them know the room number.  He called up Amber, the genuine
girl first and told her the room.  She asked if they could get room service
and Sven said sure.  Nina spoke broken english with a Brazilian accent.

   Sven changed the seats on the bed and sat to watch television until they
arrived.  Amber came first.  She was wearing a burgundy tube top under a
suede leather coat with white cashmere lining.  He barely opened the door
and she barged right in.

   "So it's gonna be one of these jobs, huh?" She said tossing her coat
onto a chair and fishing a cigarette from her purse.  "Poppy told me to do
whatever you like, so you must have either some big friends or some big
money."

   Locking and bolting the door, Sven turned and said, "Why not both?"

   "Oh you're cute.  So how old are you?  Sixteen or Seventeen?"

   "That's about right," said lied hoping to avoid giving any personal
details about himself.

   "You're a smart one aren't ya?  The smart ones are always a bunch of
perverts.  This'll be some fun I bet.  What do you have planned?" She took
a drag on her cigarette and adjusted her auburn hair.

   "Well, another girl is coming and then I'll explain to both what shots
we'll do and all that.  But she should be here soon," Sven said, wanting
desperately to get the show on the road so that he could dispense with all
the questions.

   Unfortunately Nina didn't show up and Sven called to find that she'd be
a couple hours late.  Amber told him that "Poppy" said for them to stay as
long as he wanted, and not to worry about time.  She got hungry and they
ordered lunch.  While she was scarfing down broiled chicken wrap, between
bites she never stopped talking.

   "I started doing this in high school.  My older brother was a computer
nerd and we would make movies and found people to sell them to online. 
People would send us cash and we'd send them VHS tapes.

   "It started out with just me but he eventually got involved.  It was a
fucked up feeling loosing my virginity to my own brother on camera.  It's
like at school I had to pretend that this whole side of my life didn't
exist, but I'd come home and whenever my parents left it was like, Bam we
start fucking in front of the camera.

   "We never fell in love or anything.  It was like a job for us.  We lived
down south so it's not like we had any jobs anyway.  So the only way we got
spending money was through this.  It was never that much when I think back
on it, but back then I was rich compared to all the kids in the
neighborhood.

   "Naturally it didn't last.  He accidentally left a tape in the camcorder
and my mom found it a couple days later.  He took all the blame though,
that was really cool of him.  Daddy beat the shit out of him and threw him
out of the house.  He was out of high school so he figured he'd have to do
that eventually anyway.

   "After that Daddy started in on me.  Late at night he'd come into my
room and whisper to me that I was a little slut and that he knew my secret.
I figured he knew that we were making money off of it and that I was never
seduced.

   "He would have me suck his cock at first but eventually he would fuck
me. He loved to fuck my ass.  He said that mom was a cunt and never let him
do it.  Anyways, he knocked me up and after missing a handful of periods I
started to show.  Daddy freaked out and told me we'd have to get me an
abortion.

   "I didn't care.  We drove a couple towns away and went to a clinic.  It
didn't take long but it was a little painful and I was sore all over.  Mom
was suspicious but there was no way for her to know what was done.

   "She did find out though.  Daddy charged the abortion and she saw the
bill and flipped.  She threatened to call the cops on dad unless he left.
He did, but after that mom treat me like shit.  She even started beating me
and all that.

   "I went to live with my brother.  We never got back into doing anything
sexual anymore.  He lived in a shitty apartment in Florida.  He was became
a big gambler and run up debts with every bookie in the state.  Once he
convinced me to go with him to a party, but when I got there a whole bunch
of guys gang raped me.  I tried to enjoy it, but the guys were just rough
as hell with me.  My brother owed them money and they were going to use me
in exchange.

   "It pissed me off so much that he used me like that, but he explained to
me that he would've been killed if he didn't do something.  He convinced me
to help him with his other debts and for a while our apartment was filled
with angry guys wanting to fuck me instead of kill my brother.  I was able
to get into it after a while.  It made me feel good that I was able to save
my brother.

   "He got back on his feet for a while, getting a job and statying away
from the casinos and tracks, but that was only on the surface.  He would
sneak out or play hookie and run off to a poker game.  He got involved with
the wrong people and run up a pretty large debt.

   "Coming home from work one day, I found him beaten and bloodied on our
couch with a couple of guys standing beside him.  One guy held out a gun to
his head and told me that my brother was gonna get shot right in front of
me unless, I agreed to go with them.

   "I was hysterical and agreed to all sorts of shit.  I mean I was
seventeen and put in that situation, I was so naive that I would've agreed
to anything.  Basically they owned me.  I was sold to them so that my
brother wouldn't die.  They held that shit over me forever.  They told me I
was working off his debt.  I had no idea if he was even gambling and
running up more debt.

   "They had me working at an exclusive whore house, getting fucked every
way under the sun.  Old men would come and beat me, women would come and
whip me, I got pissed on, all sorts of shit you wouldn't believe.

   "One day after I was sent to some prestigious fraternity reunion party
where I got gang banged and forced to drink about a bucket of cum, I said
fuck it.  No brother is worth that.  So I snuck out and ran away.

   "I hitch hiked north and came to this city.  Since I basically only knew
how to fuck I was able to get a job pretty quickly.  I'm still young and
pretty, so now I'm making good money.  Thing is, I can't plan on doing this
forever, so I gotta plan ahead.  Most girls end up hooked on drugs and all
their work goes for that.  I don't need heroine to take my brother's place.


   There was a knock at the door and Sven was grateful to end Amber's life
story.  He went to the door, and looked through the peep hole to Nina,
dressed in a see through pink blouse and a black tank top.  She was looking
back and forth while perking her lips in nervous anticipation.

   Sven opened the door and she quickly came inside.  Once inside she
turned to him.  Sven thought there was a mistake, there was no sign that
this woman before him was anything but a genuine girl.  "Rusty, no?" she
asked him in a portugese accent.

   "That's me," Sven lied shaking her feminine hand.  He had to ask, "Are
you the...  um...  tran...  shemale?"

   She gave him a sly smile and walked beside him taking his hand and
bringing it under her short demin miniskirt.  His fingers brushed along her
balls and cock.  "Proof enough for you, no?" she said.  Sven's cock stirred
and he swallowed hard.