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 Cynthia headed out the studio door to the main reception area.  Terri, the
secretary, looked up and smiled.

   "Call me a cab, please?" asked Cynthia.

   Terri nodded yes, picked up the phone, and made the call.  Cynthia
waited by the door.  James's studio for shooting porn was not exactly in
the best section of San Francisco.  Cynthia would go back to her hotel,
take a shower, and have a bite to eat.  After dinner, she would call Tim,
her manager.  And then she would watch a movie on pay-per-view.  Shooting
porn videos was tiring.  And she would have a tedious four or five hours
tomorrow with James editing.  The following day she would fly back to her
place in Santa Monica.

   Cynthia got back to her hotel and took a nice hot shower.  She slipped
into bra and panties, did her makeup, and put on a dressy t-shirt and
jeans. She went down to the hotel restaurant, had a cocktail, a nice salmon
dinner, two cups of wonderful coffee, and chatted with the waiter for a few
minutes before paying the bill and leaving a nice tip.  Then she headed for
the small convenience store across from the hotel.  She would call Tim in
about one hour or so on his cell.

   Tim called himself a broker.  In reality, he was a hi-tech pimp.  He had
five girls working for him with their own websites.  He set up their
apartments or homes with cams, computers, lighting, and whatever else was
needed.  He had built a small studio in his house in the Hollywood Hills
for video shoots, and he charged the girls a fee for its use.  He also had
servers in his house, and he connected the girls, through his servers, with
the web.  For all of this, he collected sixty percent of the gross.  Each
of his girls had at least three thousand members on their websites, at
nineteen dollars ninety-five cents a month.  Cynthia had five thousand
members.  She was reeling in the cash.  Tim, at age twenty-six, was a
multi-millionaire.  And all of his girls were doing pretty well.  Tim also
decided when they were through, and cut them loose.  But he made sure the
girls got a severance and made a nice piece of change when they were with
him.  He also took care of their billing and money.  All in all, it was a
good, though very busy, line of work.

   Cynthia stopped at the small shop outside of the hotel and bought some
Evian.  Then she headed up to her room.  She got some ice from the ice
machine, entered her room, poured herself a glass of water, and turned on
the TV.  She stripped to panties and turned on the TV.  After her call with
Tim, she would watch a pay-per-view and get in bed early.  She turned on
CNN to catch the news.  After about forty minutes of depressing news,
Cynthia killed the TV volume, got her cell, and called Tim.  He was at home
and answered almost immediately.

   "Hi, babe," said Tim.  "You cum today?"

   "Yes, dearest, always," responded Cynthia, a giggle in her voice.

   "Well, babe, a cum a day keeps the doctor away.  Now, when you get back,
take a day for yourself.  Then we have work.  Want to hear what I have
lined up?"

   Tim liked to keep the girls busy.  He made money, they made money, and
there was no time for them to stop and think about what they were doing. 
He was the one who had set up this video shoot for Cynthia.  It would also
give more exposure to his girls' websites.

   "Sure," said Cynthia.  "What do you have on tap?"

   "Okay," said Tim, "you do a girl-girl with Brianna at a townhouse I am
rented in Santa Monica.  A nice thirty or forty minutes of girl play,
complete with toys.  I know you and Bri like each other; so it should be
fun.  We will edit the day after the shoot.  Got it?"

   "Yes," said Cynthia, as she made a note in her palm pilot.

   "Now, I found a new black stud for you.  He is a bit skinny, but looks
good otherwise.  I had him strip, and I think you will like him."

   Cynthia smiled to herself.  She had always loved black cock.  And she
really loved doing it on cam.  The problem was, some men got embarrassed
and could not perform on cam.  She would have to check this guy out.

   "How big is he?" she asked Tim.

   "He had a baseball bat, and he was limp.  So do your magic when you meet
him and we will see if he can perform on cam and take direction.  I don't
think this guy will have any trouble, though, once he gets a look at you."

   Cynthia giggled.  A little hand job or blowjob in front of the crew to
see if he could get hard, and then finish him off.  If he climaxed, she and
Tim would start using him in videos and live shows.  A girl can never have
too many black cocks.

   Cynthia and Tim finished the conversation with some small talk.  Cynthia
updated her palm pilot and then turned the TV volume back to normal.  She
picked a movie from the menu, got some more water, and settled in.  Soon
she would be sound asleep, and ready for another day at work.  Only
tomorrow, she would get to keep her clothes on, which was becoming a rare
experience.