Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 16

The overly perky blonde waved, and Sharon returned the gesture just as the camera cut to a 'live' shot of her. She saw herself waving over the shoulder of the women. The crowd laughed, and Sharon managed to smile.

Sharon realized the people throughout the room were clapping... cheering her 'performance.' Embarrassed that she had no idea what was being announced, she sat back and refocused on the presenters. Her mind threatened to run away fantasizing about taking Anna and Jess to the big hot tub in her suite.

"And the winner of the best interracial group scene," Jess looked out to Sharon and winked as Sasha opened the envelope. The white housewife paled, shocked that there would be an award for that... and that she was a finalist.

"Helen Cozadd," Sasha said, seemingly surprised, as was the crowd, which applauded after a beat. A polished brunette strode up the steps from the opposite side of the auditorium, hugging both presenters and thanking her label, her co-stars, her fans, and promising more in the next year." There was more applause, but everywhere Sharon looked she saw eyes watching her.

"They know that was a... politically correct vote," the big man squeezed her knee gently, "Don't feel bad." Sharon nodded, even as she kept from answering that she was relieved... the idea of going on stage before this room full of people to accept an award for her having sex with various men was horrifying to the white wife. "The production she was in cost her studio more than a million," the man went on, "And it was very good... just not as real or passionate as your work. She is hardly an amateur, as well, but..."

Sharon just nodded, having blushed at his obvious compliment. She wanted to ask the man his name; the card on his lanyard was turned so that she could not read it. Anna caught her hand, and Sharon squeezed it gratefully. They sat like that as more awards were handed out... Best double penetration. Best 'new cock.' Best foreign film. Best audio effects. Best editing. A posthumous award was presented, naming a young woman whose boyfriend had killed her when he had realized she was about to make it on her own and would leave him behind. The image of the sweet Midwestern face in pigtails left the crowd somber.

The highest grossing independent followed, and once again Sharon was a nominee. She offered an almost coy smile and waved her fingers alone at the cameraman who was getting footage of her from the aisle while more footage from her various 'feature films' played on the big screen behind the presenters. One of the roving servers had just provided fresh champagne flutes to Sharon and her friends. Anna giggled at Sharon's obvious relief when the name Sasha read was not hers. On the other side of the wide room a bottle blonde with shaved sidewalls jumped up, beaming, and strutted to the stage, her enhanced breasts barely contained by the belly dancer themed bra she wore, with genie pants to complete the look. The crowd was polite, but once again Sharon thought many were looking at her as if she should be surprised or angry.

She looked to her new seatmate as she clapped, not wanting anyone to say she was jealous; the idea of some 'spat' between she and another performer making the AVN news and maybe that national news played through her mind. She tried to remember if she had ever heard about such things watching E television with the kids before she had gone to school.

"That's not a surprise," the big man said, leaning over and speaking so she and Anna could hear, "If it is a bit... misleading. Misty Shake is already signed by one of the big labels," he shrugged, "She is going to be a big star, and many were angry she was even nominated as an amateur."

"Were you?" Anna seemed glad to be included in the conversation. The big man chuckled.

"The more beautiful women take their clothes off and have sex on camera, the more beautiful women I can make money by performing with," he shrugged, "So no. I don't think these awards are that important." Anna nodded as if she was hearing the gospel from the source. Sharon giggled at how obviously aroused her new friend was, nipples proudly tenting the front of her blouse. Noticing that spiked her own arousal, as Sharon wondered how the pretty young woman would taste... how it would feel making her moan and writhe from the touch of her own tongue. "But if you counted only film releases, Sharon would have been the winner once again," he continued, "Misty was in more than twice as many films, and they were more expensive, but she was at least 10% behind Sharon. It was the closest I can remember, and Misty won with only a few thousand more, and most of that was because of her faf shows." Sharon blinked.

"Faf?" she guessed it was an acronym, but had never heard of it.

"Fuck a fan," the big man chuckled at Sharon's obvious shock, "Previous years they did not include anything except movie sales. This year they also counted merchandise sales, and you led in that," he added, leaving the housewife wondering what merchandise she was selling, "But the totals from live performances put her over the top."

"I've been doing... Uhm I've danced regularly for a packed house!" Sharon argued, barely managing not to tell them she had essentially been working as Go's prostitute.

"Oh, I've seen," the big man smiled knowingly, "But you work as a team, at a home club, so they divide the revenue by the number of performers." He clapped politely at the end of Misty's speech, and the women followed his lead, "If you did even one FAF set in a weekend here or out in California it wouldn't have been close." He looked at her, "And that has the big distributors nervous," he said with a smile, "I'm sure David has emphasized you should not sign any paperwork that someone offers with some too good to be true story." Sharon nodded, though he had not. She guessed it was because of whatever she had signed for him in the room. She made a mental note to read it, remembering that he had left a copy in her bag.

"I don't see how that can be safe," she said quietly, instead, "I mean, the ZB are all tested." The big man seemed ready to argue, and Sharon had a momentary flash of Dave exiting the bathroom on the plane. She was horrified to think that what they had told her was a lie.

"It's for everyone's protection," the man agreed, "But it's rare in the amateur industry. And some fans are willing to bring proof to such events, just for the chance to..." Sharon nodded, having already realized that Go was using her in the same way. He had assured her that her 'guests' had been tested, though, and she did not doubt the big club owner for a moment. She wondered if that was because Shaun and Dave were still so young they likely thought they were invincible, but the big club owner would know otherwise.

Anna asked the big porn star how he knew so much, and then teased, asking if he knew all of the winners in advance. He waggled his eyebrows, assuring the young woman he had 'known' almost every woman who had been on stage so far. He admitted he only knew about the awards that were for things that could be quantified.

"The rest... the ones about popularity," he shrugged, "I usually have a good guess, but like the best interracial award Sharon was nominated for... I had her pegged as the easy winner." Anna asked about his favorite movie of the year, but Sharon did not hear his answer, as she wondered if she was being advertised as performing 'FAF' routines, as many people as had been her guest for an hour around the holiday. It was yet another possible way Chris could find out what a slut she had become, and yet the thought seemed to build the baseline arousal she had been feeling from the moment they had left the suite in the terribly revealing outfit.

The final award of the night was for the best new amateur. Sharon was shocked when her name was read off as the last nominee. She had already begun to wonder what they would do after the awards were over, considering she had two obviously interested parties sitting right beside her. The images from her performances playing over Sasha and Jess' heads she recognized from the Halloween party. The crowd cheered and clapped, and her new friend gently squeezed her thigh where his hand still rested. Anna squeezed her hand.

She blinked, shocked, when the overhead spot lights swung down on her seconds after Jess announced her name... or rather 'Sharon Synn.' She looked to her left to see the big man smiling broadly and clapping, musing that she wished his hand was still on her thigh. Anna was clapping too, and when she looked to the younger blonde, the woman leaned over and hugged her, gently urging her out of her seat.

"Get up there," she urged, adding, "We'll see you after." Sharon nodded, pausing for a moment to look at the crowd. People seemed amused at the shocked expression still on her face. Everyone was clapping. She saw the shaved side woman who had won for total earnings stand up, still clapping, and shout her name. Other people were standing up.

Sharon stepped into the aisle, walking as quickly as she could manage in the tall heels and the risqué outfit to the steps. She slipped two steps from the stage and felt a breast fall free of the thin fabric. Blushing, she put herself back together, hearing the crowd react positively, and made it across the broad glossy black stage to the narrow glass podium. Sasha and Jess hugged her, the taller brunette handing her the award. It was heavy, a black base with a small clear leaded glass obelisk that too late Sharon realized magnified her cleavage for the cameras arrayed before the women the way she held it.

The other women stepped aside, and suddenly Sharon was standing alone in front of the crowd. The podium was transparent, hiding none of the too revealing outfit as the still shocked white housewife looked around the room. The clapping quieted.

"Oh my God," she managed and blushed visibly, which made everyone laugh. "I didn't... I had no idea this would happen," she started. For a second she wondered what would happen if she said 'You can't tell my husband, I didn't want to do this, I can't believe I've done this... someone help me to make it stop.'

"I, uhm... I never knew how much I liked sex," she paused, eyes going wide at that admission and the way the crowd laughed. "I just... Well, I hope that all of the other performers have had as much fun as I have this year." She shifted, aware that her breasts... her entire body was on nearly full display. "I should thank Shaun and David and Go," she blinked, "I should thank Kelly and all of the ZB members who have gotten me off," there were chuckles, "My fellow ZB Bitches, this is yours, too!" she waved the phallic looking award, "I couldn't have done it without you." She bit her lip, "And I should thank my family, too, but don't tell them what I've been doing or I won't be able to keep doing it," she said, meaning it sincerely, though the crowd laughed as if it was another joke. "I think people thank God at these things," she paused, and everyone was quiet, "And I think God likes sexuality of he wouldn't have made it feel so good." There were renewed cheers. "And I want to say a special thanks to all the fans who've watched me... and visited when I dance... and who bought my videos. I hope you've enjoyed yourselves watching me," she finished and winked suggestively, running a hand up under the band of her 'dress' to finger her aroused nipple there on stage, "Just imagining all of you doing that has me dripping wet."

The music began, and Jess and Sasha were beside her again, and with a final wave the white housewife and sex star sauntered away from the podium and the crowd to the wing opposite the side where she had been seated. Near the curtain, Jess reached out, cupping Sharon's nearly bare ass and Sharon turned, dipping her head to kiss the buxom porn star, her hand slipping without thought into the shorter woman's dress, cupping her augmented breast provocatively as the kiss became passionate, in full view of the crowd. Sasha paused, tapping her foot as if awaiting the pair to quit, and then Sharon reached out blindly, looping her arm around the slimmer brunette and pulling her in close, pausing to kiss her, then returning to Jess' pouting lips.

The lights flickered around them, and two of the stage hands had to come out and guide the entangled women off of the stage as the crowd cheered and clapped the show's surprising end.

Sharon found herself standing before a cream backdrop upon which 'AVN' was printed endlessly in alternating fonts, smiling and posing and answering questions. No, she had not planned to become an adult star. No, of course she had not been sexually abused as a child. Yes she enjoyed performing with black men. No she was not bisexual, but she did enjoy having sex with women. Yes, she expected there would be more movies. Yes, it was true she was dancing-- visit Snake Eyes to see. Yes, Kelly was a hottie. No, she did not plan to shoot with her husband. Yes, she was married. No she did not fake orgasms. Anal had been uncomfortable at first, but now... Now she almost always got off...

The questions had seemed endless. The flashes left her dazzled. At first Jess had been hanging on her, and for a moment Sharon had imagined they might do a 69 there just behind the curtains. She realized she would not hesitate, considering what everyone in the auditorium had already seen her doing. But just when she had decided to tear Jess' flimsy dress apart to feast on the smaller woman's pointy nipples, the blonde had pinched Sharon's ass, whispered, 'see you around,' and had sauntered off.

Sharon fended off questions about what she was doing next, telling them to talk to Shaun or Dave. She let the handlers lead her to another room, with a different AVN background... this time white with the letters in red and a surrounding red circle. She posed for more pictures, even baring a breast when asked, and striking some more provocative poses without touching the blinged out thong.

Thankfully another starlet came up for her photos in front of the display. Sharon thanked the people who had been snapping away, and the swirl of people carried her along into a long corridor lined with tables, with eager people on the other side as Sharon moved along. There were fancy sunglasses that a pert red head handed her, insisting they were hers, and asking if she would pose for a photo wearing them and say something positive. Sharon obliged, saying she could not believe what a great deal the glasses were.

The next table was stacked with supplements, and the woman handed her a heavy satchel, and said under her breath, 'I think you'll find these are most beneficial... I think you already know what to be doing. Sharon was puzzled but smiled for the camera and babbled that the supplement helped her to dance until close and then keep going, adding a suggestive wink that the woman loved. There were boas and sex toys and ipods. There was a point and shoot camera, a rental agency from Vegas that specialized in exotic cars. There was booze, and a vacation site for 'the sexually adventurous.' There was a guy who insisted he could create a 'virtual vagina' model of her own sex that would be a hit with her fans.

A muscular guy wearing a red shirt emblazoned with 'the Gun Store' handed her a heavy rifle with a scope and other various devices affixed along the barrel, and she dutifully held it up and hugged him while his assistant snapped photos. As she left, he slipped a package into the over sized and increasingly stuffed embroidered canvas AVN bag she realized she was carrying. The last tables included a man who asked her to sign a petition to legalize weed. She laughed, signing without a second thought, and then letting them record her as she said, 'Nobody ever died of weed. But it can make a dull date almost orgasmic,' and licked her lips as she eyed the chromed mini-bong they had handed her. It went into the bag with the other swag.

She was almost through the long corridor when the man at the opposite table touched her elbow. He represented a company called the Gold Exchange, and handed her a coin barely the size of a dime and asked if she knew what it was. She shook her head, and he explained it was a tenth of an ounce of gold... worth more than one hundred dollars. Feeling its weight, the housewife blinked as she considered how heavy the coins she had been receiving back home were... they were the same bright color... some of them must have been an ounce. She had just left thousands of dollars in gold laying around at the club and in her condo. She nodded that she would let him record her doing his pitch to keep the tiny coin and another nine like it. She read through his sell sheet, and when the light went on, the ZB Bitch smiled seductively, 'When my lovers show me how much they appreciate me, I make sure I get it in gold... It's a hedge against inflation and it keeps my hubby from wondering how I can keep buying things at the mall.' The man seemed shocked but assured her it was perfect.

Finally Sharon exited into a much larger room that was teaming with people. Immediately there were total strangers shaking her hand, hugging her, offering congratulations, insisting she should see them for her next film or that she had to work with them or someone they knew. She looked for Dave but he was nowhere to be found. She was relieved when a hand caught hers and she turned to find Anna, with the big man who had been her other seatmate in trail. His nametag had turned and she read it, Rex Iron. It rang a bell, but she still could not remember meeting him, really.

"You were great," Anna enthused, "So sexy... Is Jess a good kisser?" Sharon smiled, and without thinking about it, without warning, leaned forward, kissing her new friend. Though obviously shocked, Anna did not back off, instead pressing herself against Sharon, as their tongues danced, each groping the other, heedless of the other people. Sharon backed off after a minute, aware of the strobes of photos being taken. The big black man was watching them in amusement.

"Mmm," she smiled, "Not as good as you are," she said seriously. "I'd kiss you, too, but you're too tall to do that to right now," Sharon told their chaperone, putting a hand on her hip, "Can I take you back to my room and really show you how grateful I am that you saved me from that asshole?" Rex smiled and nodded.

"I'll have to film it, though," he sounded almost apologetic, and Sharon shrugged.

"I don't know what to do if there isn't a camera rolling," she answered, catching Anna's hand and leading them toward the lighted exit sign on the far wall.

Even so, it had taken longer than Sharon expected to get there. There were drinks and food, and Rex paused repeatedly to talk to people who came up to him, most eyeing the blondes and offering him a knowing wink. He or someone else repeatedly provided the women with fresh drinks as their trip across the room became a meet and greet, but Sharon never managed to get anything to eat. One guy shook his head, 'Rex scores again,' he said as if he had hoped to manage to be the women's companion, instead. Rex just patted his shoulder while smiling at the top heavy brunette who was holding the man's arm

"Looks like you're doing fine tonight." The man had brightened at that, and the couple had moved on, Sharon watching, trying to guess if the woman was older than Lisa, or if she just looked young. She decided no 18 year old would have breast implants like that, but even so, she had to have been 20 years younger than the man.

"Who was that?" she asked, wondering then if the man had recognized her. She blushed, wondering when she had become such a slut she wanted strange men to recognize her. Rex looked where the man had gone.