How Porn Broke Into Tamara Divine Ch. 04

"OK... but if you can control my mind, why are you letting me read this? Why haven't I just signed this and started fucking your brains out or something?"

"To the first part, it's all about regulations," Jeff said. "There are people who watch what we pornographers do, and there are even worse people watching what us mind controllers do. So, we have to be careful not to do anything to draw much ire from group B, because they'll draw the attention of group A, and group D to get involved... and that's BAD. This is your decision, believe it or not. I already have a warning on my record, so I can do only so much to persuade you.

"As to why you're not fucking my brains out—well, you're a lesbian. I don't fuck lesbians, 'cause they don't fuck me. I have no problems getting women to fuck me anyway."

"Fair enough," Tamara said, shaking (in excitement or nervousness; she wasn't sure which) as she signed the dotted line. He could still make me do it, even if I didn't want to... might as well make the best of it... and it does sound fun... and it could be much worse, she thought. "Five years. But, I'm not just signing this for the money, or for the short term aspect of the job."

"Let me guess—you want to get some straight girls into bed with you, right? That is already being arranged; we're going to get you a girlfriend but your first meeting will be a re–enact—"

"Well, that's part of it," Tamara interrupted. "But mainly, because I think you could just make me do this anyway. Also, because I want to do this as a thank–you."

"What, for the tits?"

"No, not for the tits. Well, not just for the tits—I love them. But, it's a thank–you for not making me straight. I don't want to be straight, and I know you could have made tons of money with a girl who did guys."

Jeff took the clipboard and smiled. "Making sure you stayed a lesbian was my primary concern, Tamara. And welcome to the group." Tamara saw something strange in that smile, as if he knew something she didn't, but it faded and she let it go. "Now," Jeff added, "it's time to get you your first girlfriend. I'm trying to work the word 'girlfriend' into the title, like 'Straight Girlfriends' or something. We're going to re–enact a little meeting between you and that delicious Anita chick I set you up with...."

"Actually, I have someone else in mind," Tamara said. "Anita's not like that, and I don't want—"

"Really," Jeff interrupted, suddenly interested. "She should be 'like that' by now, thanks to you. Are you're sure you don't want Anita? I mean, wow. She's hot, and I had you set up to go after any girl you liked, if you had an opportunity... and Anita was primed to give you some opportunities! Shit, I guess I could have kept a closer eye on your heads. By now, I expected you two to be an item, girlfriends with a very healthy sex life."

"Actually," Tamara said, "Kristi's been doing good in that department. But there is one special girl. My first, in a way. But not Anita—I just want to be her friend."

Jeff's expression was priceless; saying it was one of surprise would have been an understatement worthy of criminal prosecution. "Well, that's... damn. I never expected to hear that. I was about to have some cameras set up in your apartment to capture the action. That's what I get for being too subtle and not checking up on things."

"You haven't asked me about the one I do have in mind," Tamara said, smirking. She and Jeff then began planning her first porn scene for the American market, but halfway through, they both realized that she didn't have a proper name. That was fixed soon enough, though, and the impromptu planning session went forward.

*****

Nervously, a girl with scarlet hair and dark eyeshadow glanced around the library. She spent most of her time in the stacks, and much of that time was waiting for something to happen. The goth coed spotted a woman with light brown hair wearing sweat pants, and waited to make eye contact. Then she turned around, deliberately dropping her pen and bending at the waist to pick it up. She knew that her leather mini would not completely cover her crotch, and that her panties—tightly encasing her sex—would be clearly visible, if the girl cared to look.

But she didn't. In fact, she went to the next row. Not even the right color sweat pants, she thought. Way to go, Tina. She probably thinks you're a dyke... well, maybe she's half–right..., she thought. Inside, she knew it was not likely that she'd be able to get that one girl, the one who she only met once and never saw again, to rape her like she did that one day. The odds against it were astronomical, but that didn't stop her from trying three or four (and sometimes five) times a week.

On reflection, she knew that "rape" was probably too strong a word, but the roughness of the encounter (that she had begged for) didn't lend itself to any other word easily. For some reason, just letting go and allowing herself to go along with whatever her "attacker" wanted. In all her trysts since she was practically raped in the secluded aisles of books, she'd had her share men and women, but none who could muster the intensity and control over her that she'd craved since that one fingerbang she received from a cute girl in sweat pants with dirty–blonde hair. Even if they were capable of causing her the pain she desired, it was never as sweetly hot as it was with a girl she only knew as "Tammy."

Memories of that day started to flow in her head, as they often did when she was trying to seduce someone into a rough afternoon of sex. Before she realized it, tiny tingles tickled Tina's twat, and she briefly considered making her way to the restroom to answer the need between her legs that was growing second by second. It wasn't a serious idea, but before long, she wished she'd actually followed through with the plan. The itch was undeniable and clearly getting stronger. Soon, she found it hard to walk, and she stopped right at the middle of the long bookshelf, holding it for support.

An eerie feeling washed over her—the feeling she always got when someone was watching her. She knew she probably looked like she was sick, so she tried to straight up and walk, but at that moment a dull aching desire exploded from her pussy and spread over her chest and face, making her blush and sweat. Her panties soaked, she leaned forward and knocked some books off the shelf. She picked them up but before she could put them back on the shelf, two hands wrapped around her body, just under her halter top, and came to rest on her belly.

The sensation of warm jolts of pleasure that almost hummed from the hands was unmistakable; even though it'd been months since she'd felt those hands playing on her flesh, she knew exactly to whom they belonged. Tina dropped the books, fell back into Tamara's arms, and presented her neck, hoping for a not–so–playful bite. When it came, Tina whispered, "Harder, haaarder... leave a fuckin' mark... god damn...," barely able to control her voice.

"Remember me?" came the whisper like no other. Sex leaked into Tina's head from the ear that picked up the words. Tamara looked at the bright red teeth marks she'd just left—she hadn't meant to clamp down so hard, but Tina's words—and her very body language—seemed to demand a long, hard bite.

"Yessssssssssss...," Tina hissed. "Please... do what you... did...."

"Oh, we're going to do more than that, honey. The library's empty—I made sure of that. It's just you, me, and my friend Kristi here with the camera. You don't mind helping me make a little video, do you? No, you don't. Of course not. You'll even get a tape you can show somebody, and maybe then they'll give you what you need," Tamara said quietly into the girl's ear.

Tina didn't ask how Tamara knew about what she'd tried to get from the people she'd been with since her last time with Tamara. It didn't matter. Everything she'd been fantasizing about was right here, holding her. She could even feel Tamara's full breasts pressing into her back, and this time she was going to do more than finger her.

As quickly as she could, Tina spun around and grabbed two fistfuls of black hair. She stopped for a second. Wasn't Tammy's hair dirty blond, or something? Well, so what—it's not like I was born with bright red hair. Mentally shrugging at the hair color change, and knowing that she looked now into the face of her sexual tormentor for the first time, Tina leaned in and kissed Tamara. Hard. Very hard. Before it was over, Tina had cum from Tamara's almost magical oral talents... and Tina bit Tamara's lower lip and held on to it with her teeth as she pulled away, giving Tamara her best "I like it rough" look.

If she doesn't get that hint, then maybe I was mist... ooooooooh, fuck, damn, that's it, Tina thought as Tamara's hands went under her shirt, found her nipples (Tina rarely wore bras since the day that changed her from a calm goth student into a mild nymphomaniac with a taste for hard sex), and twisted them hard. A tear slid down Tina's cheek as she came again.

"If you let go of my hair, I'll even use my tongue on you this time," Tamara told Tina, who had not yet let go. Tina let go of her hair, but not before knocking Tamara down to the ground and mounting her. Tamara, surprised, tried to sit up, but that only allowed Tina to quickly pull her shirt off. With that done, Tina slid up from Tamara's hips to her stomach to prevent her from sitting up again. Then, she practically tore her own shirt off.

After a brief groping session and some more kissing, Tina turned around and focused her attention on Tamara's blue jeans, never giving Tamara a chance to get up. They were practically painted on, but thankfully for Tina, the jeans were button–fly and somewhat easy to start to remove. She licked her lips when she saw that Tamara was not wearing panties. The only a thing beneath those pants was a thin strip of pubic hair and a delicious looking pussy.

Tamara reached up and unzipped the leather mini, and Tina stood up so she could take off Tamara's shoes and allow her glorified loincloth to fall to the floor. She kicked it and her panties off and got back down on her knees, positioning her wet cunt over Tamara's face. She had worked Tamara's pants down to her knees when she first felt Tamara's mouth and tongue start kissing and licking her nether region, and she gave up on the struggle with the tight jeans, opting instead to dive mouth–first onto Tamara's slit.

Tamara kicked her legs to work the pants down while slowly licking Tina's inner thighs and outer pussy. A few times, she'd spank Tina hard enough to leave her ass red. She guessed that it was working for Tina, as every slap drove her to eat her out more and more frantically. Tina clearly had some practice, and she brought Tamara off with little trouble.

But Tina was having trouble getting off. The hands that beat raw heat into her bottom contrasted nicely with the soft, wet pleasure that bathed the skin that was painfully close to her cunt. And, the tingling from before had returned with a vengeance. When Tamara finally worked her jeans off, Tina grasped each leg and held them open to give her better access to Tamara's pussy. The harder she worked on Tamara's sex, the more the odd sensation in her own grew—and she hoped that Tamara would not tease her much longer, or she'd just have to grind her pussy into the pretty girl's little face.

Then several things happened in Tina's crotch at once. First, a finger slid over and lightly rested on her asshole. Another finger slid down and plunged into her cunt. And finally, Tamara's lips kissed and then sucked Tina's clit. The orgasm was instantaneous, intense, and wet, but Tamara was far from done. Another finger went into her pussy. And another. Tamara rubbed her brown eye and fucked her pussy with three fingers while sucking on Tina's clit, and Tina was so awash with pleasure that she could scarcely control herself—she focused all her attention on keeping her ass right where it was.

"More! Use more fingers... fuck, yeah, fuck my tight cunt... fuck!!" Tina yelled, taking her mouth off of Tamara's sex. Another finger was added, and she felt full—the four fingers stretched her in a deliciously painful way, and she started to moan and scream as another orgasm approached. She didn't notice Tamara removing her finger from her asshole, but she sure noticed when it was replaced—wet and ready to penetrate her tightest hole.

And when it did, she saw stars. It was the release she needed. Once she stopped screaming and thrashing her head around, she got back to business and slid a finger into Tamara. She found Tamara's G–spot after a few moments and used a trick another girl had taught her. When Tamara responded by cumming all over Tina's hand, Tamara suggested another position.

The sex lasted for over two hours. Tina caught a glimpse of the girl who she knew must have been Kristi a few times, but paid her no mind. After about a half–dozen positions, some of which made her legs hurt, the two lovers just lay on the floor amid the books, kissing and almost cuddling. Tamara's enhanced libido was sated, and Tina was a little sore—but she wouldn't have it any other way. After a brief conversation with Tamara and Kristi, Tina agreed that it was OK to sign consent to allow her "scene" to be put in a sort–of "girls gone crazy" type of video. And this time, Tina finally got to formally introduce herself to the woman who had just fucked her three ways from Sunday.

"OK, I'll sign the consent form... hell, with you two whispering in my ear and necking with me while you explain it, how can I refuse? Oh... and my name's Tina Brown. I don't remember your name," she said, debating on whether or not to shake her hand. It seemed too formal after what they'd just done.

"No, you don't know my name, but you clearly remember me. I'm Tammy, but my friends call me Tamara."

"OK... uh, 'Tamara?' Isn't that long for 'Tammy? Is it a stage name?" Tina was curious about the reverse nickname.

Tamara smiled. "Yeah, something like that. Just remember the name Tamara Divine. You were my first," she said, and as she and Kristi left, she added, "and baby, I'll always, always remember you, honey."

Tina, alone in the library, suddenly realized that the library should be full of people. Well sexed and a little creeped out by the fact that the library was abandoned for no apparent reason (even the librarian was missing), Tina got dressed walked out of the building and to her dorm. On the way, she met a man who suggested that she would do well to dye her hair black and remove her lip piercing so few people would recognize her from the video. He was right, and she knew it as soon as he made the suggestion. Tina loved her red hair, but black matched her wardrobe just as well. She shook his hand, kissed him, and went to the store to buy the dye.

*****

There's shit on TV tonight, Tina thought as she scanned through the channels after she put her five–year–old son to bed. Her husband was going to be home soon, and his sister was even going to come over and stay the night—that meant she and Kevin could go out. That was rare after the kid was born. Then, while scanning the news channels, she saw a face she could never forget. It was Tamara's.

The famous Tamara Divine was giving an interview on a mainstream cable news network about how she broke into porn, and she recounted the tale (censoring the fun bits, of course) of the cute goth girl who was her first not once, but twice, in a library somewhere in Illinois. The rest of the interview was as awkward as you'd expect for a mainstream, respectable man's interview of a woman who fucks other women on camera for money.

Topics such as the rarely seen public acceptance of a porn star as a genuine celebrity, her legal battle to have her marriage to long–time lover Anita Divine recognized in her home state (she even promised to go further into that little love story on her next appearance on the show next month), and her opinion on if porn degraded women or not were brought up by the host in an effort to make it something other than a "Hey look, we have a porn star on our program!" show. When the boring anchorman finally ran out of things to ask about, he signed off.

Tamara, almost on cue, added, "And this one is for you, Tina. Thanks for the memories." Then she blew a kiss to the camera. Tina's jaw dropped. I bet every woman named Tina just got wet, she thought.

The two–time lovers had managed to email each other every now and then to keep in touch, but she couldn't remember Tamara mentioning any upcoming interviews. A few seconds after the public shout–out, Tina laughed softly and shook her head in disbelief. That little bit of public gratitude put her in a playful mood, and she decided that she would pick up a couple of college girls to share with Kevin for the evening. He'd been working a lot of overtime, and college girls were one of those few things they could both enjoy doing together.

Right before she made up her mind on which motel to take them to, Jennifer, Kevin's sister, arrived to watch Kevin Jr. overnight. Using her key to get in the apartment, like she usually did, Jennifer walked into the living room wearing painted–on jeans and a tight camisole that managed to make her smallish tits look a little larger than they really were... and her nipples were clearly hard beneath the thin fabric. Maybe it was because of the cold outside, but Tina didn't care.

I'll start with an appetizer, Tina mused as she reached for her sister–in–law's body. Kevin won't know... I'll be done before he gets back. I always am. She knew how her very touch was enough to melt any woman's inhibitions. A few softly whispered commands later, Jennifer was naked and in Tina's and Kevin's bedroom, ready to serve her secret Mistress. Tina kissed her sister–in–law, and when her enchanted mouth and tongue drove Jennifer to her first climax of the evening, she wondered if she should take Tamara up on the message she'd sent a month ago—the message in which she said that she wanted to meet somewhere and catch up on life, sex, and everything.

Riding Jennifer's face, Tina decided she would take Tamara up on the offer. After all, she thought, Tamara will be putty in my hands; and if that's not enough, I can kiss and whisper her into submission, like I did with Jennifer here. Fuck it... I'll email her tomorrow.

I wonder if she knows what's going to hit her.