The Answer - Sex Stories

The Answer

... half-heartedly, when the phone rang. There was this hollow feeling in my gut, as I waited for Lexi to answer. “Henry, this is Lexi.” “You ready for us?” “No, I'm not! Listen to me, buster. I am not ever going to be ordered around by you. I'm not yours to do with as you please. And... If you release that video to anyone, I'll sue your ass off. I can't believe you're pulling this shit on me after the time we had together.” “Calm down. You gotta understand. This is just business.” “Wouldn’t you think that asking me first might have been a better approach?” “I kinda thought you'd never go for it. I was thinkin' you needed some incentive.” “So… if I did what you want, I would want certain conditions. Can you deal with that?” “Hell yes! Actually, all we do is first-time videos. The old, rehearsed plastic porn-star vids don't sell no more. Real, first-time amateur is the ticket. Do this last one and you're off the hook, unless of course, you're gonna want more.” “Actually, there is a lot to discuss before I agree to anything.” “Okay… like what?” “As I said, I'm no porn actress. If we do this, it will be on my terms. I have several demands.” “Demands?” “Yes! First of all, I want my face obscured on the original video, and any future one also. I need to protect my identity, for my family and job.” “Done! No problem. In fact, I already did that. It gives a sense of realism.” “Plus... it will cost you three thousand for the rights, not the two you proposed. Just so you know, you ...

... broke about a dozen laws recording this without my permission. And... if you sell it across state lines, that's a federal crime." "What? Three thousand?! No fucking way!” “That’s your choice. Then I'll see you in court. Bye!” “Wa… Wait! Don't go. Okay, okay. Three grand. But you gotta do the new video with me and the boys, or no deal.” “I've never ever considered group-sex. How many guys are you proposing?” “Well, there's just me, and Long John, so far.” "Hahaha, are you serious? Long John? You gotta be kidding.” “That’s a stage name. You're gonna find out why he picked it.” “Okay, here's the deal: I want three thousand for the shoot, and one thousand extra for each guy.” “Shit, woman!... I know better than to do this, but we've got a deal. Save some of that fire for later. We'll be there in an hour.” “Make it two hours.” She hung up the phone. “You’re seriously going through with this?” I asked. “Alan, I really don't know what other option I have. At least we can make the best out of a bad situation.” I couldn't believe all this was happening. I just stood there in disbelief, as she scampered up the stairs to get ready. This whole thing seemed to me to be a disaster in the making. ~oOo~ It was about a quarter to seven when I heard cars pull into the drive-way. I put my cup on the counter, and peeked out the rain-streaked kitchen window. There was a dark Mercedes and a unmarked Astro van. The door on the driver's side opened, and a leg appeared in a cowboy boot. When he finally ...