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 Cynthia dressed and headed over to James's studio.  She wore a jean mini, a
yellow top, and jogging sneakers with socks.  She always liked to dress in
a conservative manner the day after a video or photo shoot.  Cynthia
reasoned that she needed to stay dressed for a day or two after spending a
day naked and getting nailed.  Her only indulgence was for sexy lingerie,
so she wore a sheer, white lace-trimmed matching bra and thong underneath.

   She checked out of the hotel and sent her luggage ahead to the airport.
Cynthia arrived at the studio at 9:45 and found that Terri and the engineer
had already started to look at the video clips.  James was on the phone. 
Cynthia fixed herself a cup of tea, grabbed a chair, and settled in front
of one of the video monitors that James had wired into the main board.  It
was going to be very busy for the next few hours.

   The video clips were edited and spliced together first, with the shots
of Cynthia's orgasms carefully placed.  The climax on the Sybian was saved
for the end, right before the exit interview.  There was a lot of giggling
and commenting about Cynthia's performance.  Terri remarked that Cynthia
really seemed to enjoy some of the machines, a fact that Cynthia agreed
with.

   James joined the group and basically watched and offered pointers. 
Cynthia noticed that, much like letting the girls do their thing, James let
his engineer do most of the work.  James's comments and suggestions,
however, had the effect of changing a merely good collection of videos or
photos into an outstanding one.  The man knew what made good porn.

   The four worked through lunch, and finished around 2:30.  James had
ordered in a catered lunch.  When the video and photo collections were
completed and placed on the web site, then everyone went to grab some of
the lunch and take a break before leaving and calling it a day.  It was
tiring, and Cynthia would nap on the plane trip back.

   "Okay," said James, "here's how it works.  We have your videos, Cynthia,
and pics, out on the site.  Now, we monitor how many hits and downloads you
get.  If you get a lot, we call you back for a second, and sometimes a
third shoot, if you want.  It's up to you.  You know the contract terms;
you know how long you have before you can post them on your own website. 
Any questions?"

   Cynthia shook her head no.  She continued to munch on her veggie wrap
and sip her green tea.

   "You have your own website?" asked Terri.  "What to you do on it?"

   "Fuck black guys," Cynthia answered, between chewing.  "And sometimes I
do a solo show or a girl/girl show.  I also let my members download pics
and videos and sell DVD's.  All in all, it is a good living."

   "Black on white.  Isn't that a bit passé?" asked the engineer, who
happened to be black.

   "Well, ya," Cynthia answered.  "For most people today, the black
guy/white girl thing is old news.  But there are still a lot of hardcore
fans out there who relish seeing a white girl, especially if she is blonde,
getting hammered by one or two or more well-hung black dudes.  I don't know
why, but it pays.  So I take the money and run."

   "But, well, what I mean is," asked Terri, with a blush, "You just screw
any old black guy who comes along?"

   "No way!" said Cynthia, with a laugh.  "I have three or four regular
guys.  Over the past two years, some have come and gone.  But they enjoy
making the videos and hammering me, and I love it.  Tim, my broker, vets
them pretty well.  And some guys just get too nervous and can't even get a
hard-on on cam.  So when I get a good performer, I do everything I can to
keep him."

   James was familiar with Tim.  To James, Tim was nothing more than a
high-tech, high-class pimp who exploited his girls.  James didn't have any
girls attached to his website.  He recruited by placing on line ads and
answering inquiries from girls who wanted to model.  For James, it was a
session, a paycheck for the girl, and then she was under no further
obligation.  He felt it was the safest way to do business.

   "How did you get started?" asked James.

   "Well," responded Cynthia, after a sip of tea, "I was eighteen and had
moved out on my own.  The problem was, my job just covered my rent.  I
couldn't afford to eat, watch TV, or surf the web.  The money just wasn't
enough.  One day, I caught an ad on the web for models, and I answered it.
I started doing solo work; mostly strip videos and pics and masturbation
once in a while for the extra cash."

   "You like it?" asked the engineer.

   "Ya, for the most part.  It was kinda fun."

   "How did you end up doing blacks?" asked Terri.

   "Well, the one director asked me if I wanted to try a shoot with a guy.
The money was better than I would get working solo.  Well, I show up for
the shoot, and the dude is black.  He's got gold teeth, piercings,
dreadlocks, and the works.  I dated a black guy a few times in high school,
but we never did anything.  Now I have to make it on-cam with this guy that
has "gangsta" stamped all over him.  And he had a really big cock.  So, we
start to shoot the video, and I am like loving it.  I came, he came, and we
had this great video.  So I though that maybe I could make some money doing
this sort of thing."

   "You do him bareback?" asked James.

   "No, a condom.  But I do my regulars bareback."

   "How did you hook up with Tim?" asked James.

   "Well, he kinda hooked up with me.  He had seen the video somewhere,
found out who I was, and got in touch.  We did another shoot, he set up my
website, put the two black/white vids and my solo pic sets on it, and it
just took off.  The girl/girl stuff just sort of happened."

   Terri, the cute redheaded secretary, had been squirming in her seat all
through the conversation.  Cynthia could see that she was curious, and very
interested, and maybe even a little wet.  It would be fun to do a girl/girl
with her, and maybe, with a little luck, get her interested in a black guy.

   "Interested, Terri?" Cynthia asked with a sly grin.

   "James and I," said the engineer, "have tried to get her on-cam to do
the machines in the past.  I think she is interested.  But, hell, we can't
even get her to wear something sexy around the studio."

   "Maybe," said James, "we should shoot a nice girl/girl with her and
Cynthia.  If that works, we can move her on to the machines.  How about it
Terri?"

   "And," said the engineer, with a big grin, "black guys like pale-skinned
redheads too."

   Terri giggled, squeezed her legs together, lowered her head, and blushed
deeply.

   "Think it over," said Cynthia, her tone becoming serious.  "You don't
have to do it full-time.  You can do some shoots part time and pick up some
extra change.  The money always comes in handy."

   Terri simply smiled.

   The lunch party broke up, and Cynthia called a cab to take her to the
airport.  She would have about two hours until her flight, so she would buy
a book, hook up her Ipod, and settle in.  She thought making love with
Terri would be fun, on-cam or off-cam.  And Terri did seem just a bit
curious about large black cocks.  Maybe there was an opportunity here.

   As Cynthia was leaving the building, Terri approached her and spoke
softly.

   "Cyn," asked Terri, "may I call you sometime?  I would like to talk."

   "Sure, girl," said Cynthia.  "Here is my cell number.  It's the only
phone I use.  We can talk anytime.  Thinking of trying something?"

   "Well," said the pretty redhead, a deep blush in her cheeks, "I watched
one of your videos where you did two black guys.  And I saw you with the
machines.  You really seem to enjoy yourself.  And, well, I am curious
about black guys."

   "Call me anytime, sis," said Cynthia.

   As Cynthia rode in the cab to the airport, a thought kept rolling
through her mind.
   "This one, in time, is going to be riding a black pole."