Ivy League Sluts

Chapter 7 The DVD

   

     “I didn’t know you were friendly with the police,” said Portia handing Stacy a cardboard envelope as she entered their dorm room.  Portia was keyboarding an essay for her American Lit class.

     “I’m not,” replied Stacy instantly feeling a sense of dread.  It was late afternoon Monday and Stacy had just finished her last class.  Stacy recognized the type of envelope.  It was square, the kind used for CDs and DVDs.

     “Well, a cop came by and dropped this off.  He asked me to give it to you.  At least, I assumed he was a policeman since he was wearing a gun on his belt,” said Portia. 

      “He wasn’t wearing a uniform,” asked Stacy?

      “No, nice banker’s grey suit, good looking Italian stallion dressed to impress,” said Portia.  “I almost asked him to stay.” 

      “Thanks,” said Stacy opening the envelope with a sense of dread.  She’d assumed she was finished with Lt. Mike Cabreeze.

      “There was one odd thing,” said Portia looking up from her computer.

      “What?”

      “He knew my name and I’ve never seen him before in my life.  He just popped in the door without knocking and said, ‘Here Portia, hand this to Stacy when she gets in’.  Sort of like we were old friends.”

      Stacy’s stomach took a full flip when she opened the envelope and looked at the DVD.  Someone had printed, Stacy Does Cambridge, on a post-it attached to the disc.  Ever since she woke up Sunday morning she’d had a premonition something bad was going to happen.

     Control yourself thought Stacy as she walked to her desk, opened her laptop, and pressed the power on button.  As the laptop booted up, Stacy tried once more to remember what occurred between the time she and Mike had sex and waking up in her car at noon the next day.  But like her previous efforts at recall, it was fruitless.

     Stacy had spent much of Sunday trying to remember without success.  She had even driven to the apartment complex where Mike had taken her and sat in the parking lot straining to bring back some recollections.  

    She recalled leaving her car in the mall parking lot.  Someone must had taken her keys out of her purse and driven it to the apartment.  For some reason, she had trouble picturing Lt. Mike Cabreeze making the effort. He must have helpers concluded Stacy.  Someone else had dressed her and put her back in her car to sleep off the drugs. 

     I was gang raped concluded Stacy looking at the row of apartment buildings. The bastard probably called the police station and invited his buddies to have sex with me. The drugs made it seem I was a willing.  They’d had free use of my body for hours, even all night.  Cops work a third shift.  God knows how many times I was screwed.  That was the reason my nipples and vagina were so sore the next day.  They also raped me anally.  That was something I’d decided I’d never do.  And there was a woman maybe more than one woman.  That’s not surprising.  You see women cops every day patrolling Harvard Square.

     Stacy had always considered herself strictly heterosexual in spite of the fact she sometimes found herself looking at other females with more than casual interest.  Portia, her roommate, made a habit of walking around nude while she was getting dressed.  Stacy had found herself staring more than once. Once, Portia had caught her but instead of getting mad, Portia had smiled before slipping on a robe.

     There had been one time in high school when she had made out with Anita Sawyer but that was only after the two of them had downed several glasses of wine.  Stacy hadn’t really done anything other than to kiss and touch Anita’s breasts. Anita had rubbed Stacy’s crotch and a drunken Stacy experienced an orgasm.  Anita had wanted to undress and go further but Stacy had panicked, afraid of being considered a lesbian.  There had not been a repeat of the encounter in spite of Anita’s entreaties.

     The thought she have been filmed had not occurred to her until she looked at the writing on the DVD.  God I hope this isn’t what I think it is thought Stacy as she slipped the disc into the slot.  Seconds later, her computer detected a video file and automatically launched video player software. 

     Stacy watched open mouthed as the title appeared: Stacia Goddard Todd Does Cambridge, A Zodiac Adult Entertainment Production.

     “Shit, they used my full name,” said Stacy aloud watching as the film credits rolled through a series of obviously phony names except for hers.  That was followed by an advertisement for a phone sex service and the previews of two other Zodiac productions.

    “My God, it’s me,” whispered Stacy as the screen filled with an image of her lying on a bed she recognized as the one in the apartment.  Stacy was no longer wearing a white nightgown.  Black was the operative color.   She’d been re-dressed in black hose, garter belt, and a shelf bra exposing her breasts.  Somebody had placed a pair of ridiculously high heel platform sandals on her feet.  Her hair had been styled and her face was heavily made up.  When Stacy looked closer at her image, she realized someone had applied make up to her areola and nipples to make them stand out for the camera.

     “I’d never figure you for making porn, not in a million years,” said Portia standing unnoticed behind the seated Stacy.

     “I don’t want you to see this,” said Stacy clicking on the player’s Stop button.

     “Suit yourself,” said Portia walking away.

     “Sorry, but it’s too embarrassing,” said Stacy.

     Portia responded angrily.  “That’s a double standard.  You watched me with Monk and Les, Saturday afternoon.  It didn’t embarrass you to see me getting my brains fucked out.  You masturbated while I was double penetrated.  You got yourself off in record time.  It’s all right for you to watch me but I can’t watch you.”

     Stacy closed her eyes for a moment to think.  Portia was right of course.  I did watch her getting screwed and I climaxed.  There’s no reason she shouldn’t get a chance to watch me.  Plus I need to confide in someone.  I can’t drive home and show this to Mom and ask her what she thinks.  Portia is brilliant with street smarts.  Everyone says she’s a genius.  Maybe she can help me.  Stacy took a deep breath before she spoke.

      “You’re right, Portia. I’m being ridiculous and I’m sorry.  I did masturbate while you did it with Monk and Les.  It looked like the three of you were really into it so I got turned on,” said Stacy.

     “If it didn’t turn me on big time, I wouldn’t do it.  Is that what happened Friday night when you were drugged?” said Portia returning to stand by Stacy placing a hand on her shoulder.

     “Apparently, but I can’t remember anything. It’s so goddamn frustrating,” said Stacy turning toward Portia and starting to cry.

     “I’d like to help if you’ll let me,” said Portia putting her arms around Stacy to comfort her.

      “Maybe if we watch it together, something will come back to me,” said Stacy recovering enough to wipe her eyes.

     “It looks professional.  No student with a camcorder made that,” said Portia rolling her desk chair beside Stacy’s.

     “What do you mean professional?”

     “Some amateur with a home video camera didn’t make that.  There’s a flood of amateur porn on the Internet.  Husband places a camera on a tripod by the bed then does the wife.  He can sell it to a distributor for a couple of hundred dollars.  Lighting and sound usually suck but its good enough to wack off too.  Some porn aficionados prefer amateurs.  They consider them more natural,” said Portia.

     “So this isn’t amateur,” said Stacy clicking the Play button.  The computer’s speaker filled the room with the sounds of Stacy’s rapid breath and moans as she masturbated using first her fingers then a vibrator.

     “No way, somebody who knew what they were doing made your porn debut, probably a local production company.  You can tell from the lighting and sound.  Plus they’re using more than one camera.  I’ll even bet the video footage is edited to eliminate dead time,” said Portia.

     “Dead time,” asked Stacy?

     “Like when you’re scratching your ass or the male actor putting on a condom.  Although I bet no one is wearing a safe in this baby.”

     “I thought all porn was made in California,” said Stacy.

     “Most is but there are small production companies scattered throughout the country in the big cities.  There’s even one in Cambridge not far from here.  They occasionally advertise in one of the free papers they’re looking for new talent.  Les and Monk wanted the three of us to apply but I said no fucking way,” said Portia.

      “Was it Zodiac Adult Entertainment,” asked Stacy restarting the DVD?

      “Yes, that’s it.  They have a production facility over near Kendall Square.  My idiot friends saw it as an easy five hundred dollars.  I pointed out it was an excellent way to make something you could worry about the rest of my life.  Can you picture me about to perform at Sympathy Hall when some asshole asks to autograph a picture of me with a cock in my mouth?”

     “So I may be worrying about this until the day I die unless I somehow manage to destroy all copies.  The Olympics committee would be less than thrilled to find out I made porn willingly or not,” said Stacy starting to cry again.

     “The cats not out of the bag yet.  This may be part of some master plan.  Let’s watch it from start to finish before we draw any conclusions,” said Portia.

      “I’m really sorry about what I said.  I know we haven’t exactly been friends but I need your help.   I don’t know much about porn,” said Stacy.

      “All right but if I get turned on and start playing with myself, it’s your fault,” said Portia.  “Hand me the mouse.  They sure whored you up.  They even painted your nipples.  God you look hot.”

      The two watched as on screen Stacy picked up a dildo from a nightstand, looked directly into the camera and then licked the dildo.  She twisted the top of the dildo causing a barely audible hum of the vibrator. 

     “Portia, can you hear somebody whispering in the background,” asked Stacy.

     “Yes, the Director is whispering instructions to you.  That happens often in porn.  They’ve no financial incentive to compete with Hollywood sound engineers,” said Portia.

      On screen, Stacy was pressing the tip of the dildo around her clitoris.  After several passes, Stacy pushed the dildo into the opening of her vagina.  A camera came in for a close-up of Stacy licking her lips, a look of intense passion on her face.  One hand was pulling and twisting her nipple as she began to thrust the dildo inside her vagina. Loud moans filled the small dorm room.

      “I look awake.  How did they get me to do this and still not remember anything?” said Stacy.

      “Drugs, probably a cocktail of Ecstasy, Rohypnol and maybe a teaspoon of crystal meth to keep you energized,” said Portia.

      “Outside of pot, I’ve never used drugs.  I had no idea they could make me appear fully awake, follow the Director’s instructions, and not be able to remember a thing the next day,” said Stacy.

     “Ecstasy makes people loose their inhibitions. Memory lost is pretty common if it’s a large dose.  I’ve gone to raves where they’re selling Ecstasy across the bar for ten dollars a tablet.  Girls who wouldn’t ordinarily do anything too outrageous are up on tables dancing naked or sitting on a commode in the Men’s Room sucking off a long line of strange cock.  They wake up the next day with a sore pussy and a case of gonorrhea.”

     “I’ve heard of Ecstasy and Rohypnol.  They warned us about them in freshman orientation,” said Stacy.

    “Rohypnol is called the date rape drug.  It’s legal in many countries, sold as an anti-depressant.  It’s also causes memory loss.  It’s tasteless and odorless.  Guys in clubs slip it in a girl’s drink then take her in the back and gang fuck her.  Next day, she can’t recall who gave her the clap or why her asshole feels like hamburger.  But the really nasty one is Crystal Meth also know as Redneck Cocaine.  You not only lose all your inhibitions, you can fuck for hours and the sex is incredible.  It’s highly addictive,” said Portia as she watched the on screen Stacy vigorously dildo fucking herself.

     “So I might be an addict,” asked Stacy?

     “No, not on one dose and for that matter, they may have given you other drugs.  There are hundreds of designer drugs on the market,” said Portia.

     “I went to the clinic and told them I’d had unprotected sex and needed to be checked,” said Stacy.  “I won’t know until tomorrow when the blood test comes back.”

     “What did they say,” asked Portia?

     “I got a lecture about safe sex, several pamphlets, and a box of condoms,” said Stacy.

     “Is there any chance you might get pregnant?”

     “No, I’m on the pill,” said Stacy.  “I had a very irregular period and it was driving my mother nuts so she proscribed birth control when I was thirteen.”

     “Must be convenient having a mother who is a doctor,” said Portia.

     “Shit, there’s the girl in my dreams,” said Stacy looking intently toward the screen where she was kissing another woman.

     “She’s gorgeous.  If she’d eaten my pussy, I’d want to dream about it,” said Portia. 

      On screen a very pretty red headed girl with breasts as large as Stacy’s and dressed in matching lingerie climbed on the bed and took Stacy in her arms.  Stacy and the girl were kissing passionately.  The redhead was holding a rainbow colored dildo with a clit attachment.

     “In my dreams we had great sex.  We did everything,” said Stacy watching amazed at the on screen action.  The redhead was thrusting the dildo into Stacy’s cunt as they kissed with open mouths. 

     “Somebody taught you to porn kiss,” said Portia.

     “Porn kiss, what’s that?”

     “Kissing for the benefit of the camera, I’ll show you.  Stick your tongue out,” said Portia putting her arm around Stacy and pulling her close. 

       Stacy wrapped her arms around Portia drawing her face to hers but before their lips touched their tongue met in mid air and intertwined.  Stacy’s tongue passed over the metal stud piercing Portia’s tongue.  The two kissed for a while, only parting when they needed to come up for air.

     “I’ve wanted to do this since we started rooming together,” said Portia between kisses.   

     A loud moan coming from the screen caused them to stop.  The redhead was sucking Stacy’s clit as she thrust the dildo into her pussy. Stacy was moaning loudly and calling on the redhead to fuck the shit out of her.

     After a fade to black, the scene changed and it was Stacy’s head between the red head’s legs.  A close up showed Stacy’s tongue moving slowly over the woman’s vagina,  nibbling and sucking on the red head’s labia and clit then plunged her tongue into her vagina.  The redhead was moaning and writhing.  Her hands were embedded in Stacy’s hair pushing her face against her pussy. All of a sudden the redhead screamed, “I’m coming, eat me Stacy, you fucking bitch,” as she contorted and twisted her body.

     “Did she fake it or did she orgasm,” asked Portia?  “That is the question.”

     “I don’t know,” said Stacy.  “I can’t remember.  This is so frustrating.  It’s like my mind has still photographs not continuous images.”

     “I would say based on the large red splotch on her upper chest Red just got off on your great job of eating pussy,” said Portia.  “I splotch when I cum.  But only if it’s a really good orgasm.”

     “Shit, I wonder who they are,” said Stacy as on screen two naked young men climbed on the bed.  One was a long lean black man and the other a blonde Caucasian. They were clean cut, muscular, handsome and extremely well endowed.

     “Porn actors with big hard cocks, interracial sex, have you ever dated a black man,” asked Portia?

     “No, there weren’t any in my high school,” said Stacy not wanting to say she had only been on a few dates in her life and they were with boys whose parents were family friends.

     “That’s happens when your high school charges twenty seven thousand five hundred dollars a year tuition.   The guys are all pasty-faced WASPS with tiny limp peckers.  I got a free public education,” said Portia.  “Marston High was full of to-die-for black boys with beautiful cocks and believe me they knew how to use them.  A girl had to eat her Wheaties before she climbed in a van with one of them.”

     “How do you know what my school charged for tuition,” asked Stacy?

     “It’s on their WEB site.  I’ll admit to being curious about you.  You’ve very different from anybody I know,” said Portia.

     “I thought you didn’t like me,” said Stacy taking Portia’s hand in hers.

     “I like you fine. In fact I want to get to know you better. When I saw you were watching me with Monk and Les, it turned me on too,” said Portia before kissing Stacy on the lips.

     “It was really something when you were in dead man’s pose and they were fucking you in your pussy and ass,” said Stacy.  “How does the piercing in their cocks feel?  Does it hurt?”

     “The Prince Albert feels great in your pussy but it really lights you up when it’s in your ass.  Those metal balls drive your rectum crazy.  But Monk and Les have normal size cocks.  I’d estimate the black actor with nine inches and the blonde guy eight. Were you sore the next day?”

     “Yes, my pussy and ass felt like someone had sandpapered the inside.”

     “That’s why they say the lining of a porn star’s pussy is made of leather.  Can you imagine day after day of getting screwed in both holes by porn dicks?  It boggles the mind and warms the pussy.”

     Stacy watched amazed as the long ebony cock slowly became completely buried in her pussy.  The on screen Stacy’s face displayed the pleasure she felt as the penis slid inside her.  Her legs wrapped around the actor’s waist drawing him deeper.  Stacy grunted each time he thrust in her then cried out for him to, “Fuck me harder.”

     “Unless you are the world’s greatest actress, I’d have to say you were enjoying yourself.  His cockhead was definitely rooting around in your womb.  The blonde guy isn’t bad either.  He’s got a fat one.  There is an ongoing debate among the whores of the world whether long or thick is better,” said Portia.  “I come down on the thick side of the argument myself.”

     “I can’t recall which I liked best.  I look like I was enjoying them both,” said Stacy.

     On screen, a bent double Stacy’s calves were resting on the black man’s shoulders. He was pounding her pussy, his testicles making a loud slapping sound when they impacted her buttocks. Stacy was shouting, “Fuck me harder, you black bastard.” The other man was doing the same to the red headed woman.  The two men switched as the women turned over.

    “You seem to be into whatever was going down,” said Portia.  “Unfortunately I don’t think the fact you were drugged shows.  You look like a very willing participant,” said Portia.

    “I’m stunned. I’m fucking them just as hard they’re fucking me.  That’s in spite of the fact. I’d already screwed Mike three times,” said Stacy.

     “Mike, who’s Mike,” asked Portia.

     “The policeman who delivered the DVD.”

     “Maybe you better tell me the whole story,” said Portia.  “We can watch Stacy Does Cambridge while you recount your tale of sexual adventure.”

     “All right, from the beginning when they arrested me for shoplifting,” said Stacy as on screen she reached back with both hands to separate her buttocks.  The man angled his head to allow the camera a close-up of his tongue licking her anus.  After several minutes of anilingus, he squirted lubricant over Stacy’s sphincter then inserted his finger inside her rectum.  A second finger quickly followed then a third twisting and stretching the puckered flesh.”

     “You have a pretty pink rectum,” said Portia.  “Mine is the classic brownie.”

     “I can’t believe that’s really me,” said Stacy as on screen she said, “Fuck my shitter.  Put your dick in my ass.”

     Stacy watched transfixed as he slowly and expertly stretched her now relaxed anus open.  A light source and camera close-up revealed a dark hole of reddish pink flesh.

    “So that’s how the inside of my ass looks,” said Stacy.

    “Better than a colonoscopy,” said Portia.

    The man came into a crouch over Stacy’s upturned rear.  He placed his cock at her sphincter and pushed.

     “Yeah baby, fuck my ass,” demanded DVD Stacy as she pushed back to embed more of the long ebony pole in her rectum.  The camera panned to the side to reveal the red head was also engaged in anal intercourse with her partner.

     “Your on screen persona has a taste for anal sex,” said Portia watching the screen intently as she placed her hand on her crotch and squeezed her sex.

     “This is amazing,” said Stacy watching the totally uninhibited Stacy enjoy having her ass reamed.

     “That’s classic hardcore porn,” said Portia watching as the black man withdrew his cock from the redhead’s rectum to thrust it in Stacy’s open mouth. She sucked greedily on the penis that seconds before had been sheathed inside Red’s bowel.  Moments, later Red returned the favor.

    “I’ve sucked a cock that’s just been in another girl’s ass.  And I did it willingly.  I even got off on it. I’m sick, a pervert,” said Stacy sounding dejected.

    “It’s not that out there.  I’ve done it before.  Now tell me about your arrest,” said Portia.

***

 

     “I was a total idiot,” said Stacy once she had fully described the events of Friday night.  They had continued to watch the DVD as Stacy told her story.

    “Not really, cops are smart and street-wise. They are also connected with people who owe them favors.  Somehow he knew you frequently shopped the mall on Friday nights. The security guards or one of their stooges slipped the perfume in your shopping bag.  It was all a setup,” said Portia.

     “Still, I should have realized it was a setup,” said Stacy.

     “And done what?  They had all the advantages,” said Portia.  “Now that is nasty.  Even I have never felched,” said Portia looking at the screen and clicking the rewind button to rerun the scene. 

     On screen the black actor had just pulled his cock out of the red head’s ass.  A small amount of cum dribbled out of her anus.  The on screen Stacy leaned over and applied her lips to the red head’s partially open sphincter.  The hollowing of Stacy’s cheeks indicating she was sucking hard to extract its liquid content.

     “Yuck! Felched, what’s felched,” asked Stacy unfamiliar with the term looking hard at the screen to confirm what she was seeing. 

     “Exactly what you just did.  Sucking a guy’s jism out of another’s woman’s asshole.  You are definitely sucking butt there,” said Portia.  “That’s true extreme hardcore.”

     “I can’t believe I did that,” said Stacy.  “It’s revolting.  No wonder I threw up the next morning”

      “And here is the grand finale,” said Portia watching the redhead slide under Stacy.  The redhead opened her mouth and extended her tongue.  Stacy’s full cheeks collapsed forcing a gob of second hand jism to slowly descend.  Stacy and the redhead, their faces covered in slime, were kissing passionately as the final credits appeared.

     “Fonda Peters was the red headed woman’s name,” said Stacy reading the credits.

     “And Woody Load was the black man’s name.  Peter Pivot was the white man. You’d think they’d be more creative,” said Portia.  “Stacy, you should tell Harvard to kiss your ass and go to LA and make porn.  You were incredible.  My Bartholin Glands are pumping so hard I may get dehydrated.”

     “I intend to stay in school and get an education,” said Stacy.

     “Some of the top porn stars make three or four hundred thousand dollars a year.  Besides the film income, there’s prostitution and personal appearances plus product endorsements.  You could create a Stacy Todd blow up doll with a vagina modeled after your own and sell thousands of them.  Lonely, sad, neglected males could be dropping their loads into life like latex pussies that are exact replicas of this,” said Portia placing her hand on Stacy’s crotch and massaging it. 

     Stacy almost asked Portia to stop; however, watching the DVD had excited her too.  Portia’s hand felt good rubbing her sex.

     “Your DVD took people, equipment, and time to make. They needed a crew of at least six in addition to the actors.  I suspect after the actors were done, the crew took an unfilmed turn with you.  Zodiac Adult Entertainment must have owed your cop friend a favor.  Maybe they were blackmailed.  Porn entrepreneurs are often on the wrong side of the law,” said Portia reaching over to unbutton Stacy’s blouse.

      “So what does he want, money,” asked Stacy signaling her willingness by helping with the buttons. 

      “Could be but I’m not sure.  It seems too elaborate for simple blackmail.  Could you or your family pay a large blackmail to keep the DVD from being distributed?” asked Portia.

      “Me personally, no, I don’t get my trust fund income until I complete my college degree. I have a safety deposit box full of my Grandmother Todd’s jewelry.  It’s worth a lot.  But my family’s money is on Dad’s side.  I’m not sure how my dad would react.  He might tell them to go to hell.  Somehow, I don’t think money is what this is all about.  When I was arrested, I was so desperate I offered to sell my grandmother’s jewelry if Mike would let me go but he turned me down,” said Stacy.

     “My guess is he wants you,” said Portia slipping Stacy’s blouse off her shoulders as they kissed.

     “Why?  There’s nothing special about me,” said Stacy pulling Portia’s shirt over her head.  Portia wasn’t wearing a bra.  Stacy reached forward to gently touch the ring piercing the left nipple.

     “Nothing, except you are a strikingly beautiful tall blonde with an amazing body. You also have brains and wealth.  That’s a rare combination.  Maybe Mike Cabreeze feels the urge to have someone like you around,” said Portia slipping a hand inside Stacy’s bra.  “I have a question that’s been driving me crazy since last fall.”

     “What is it?”

     “Don’t get pissed but are these real,” asked Portia kneading Stacy’s breast?

     “What do you think?”

     “I think they’re real.  And I think you have the most perfect set of boobs I’ve ever seen.  I’ve wanted to do this since five minutes after I first met you,” said Portia lifting Stacy’s breast out of the bra cup then kissing the nipple.

     “You’re about the millionth person that’s asked me.  It used to drive me nuts when I was younger.  They’re all mine.  There’s no saline solution inside.  My mother and my Aunt Mimi have large breasts and I was lucky or unlucky enough to inherit them.”

     “They are perfect and I want to make love to them,” said Portia tracing her tongue over Stacy’s exposed nipple.

     “Here, let me help,” said Stacy reaching to unsnap her bra.

     “Mike the crooked cop wants these and so do I,” said Portia leaning forward to kiss Stacy’s nipple.

     “I want to do the same things with you I did with the red head but this time I intend to remember everything,” said Stacy unsnapping Portia’s low riders.