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Chocolate Bunny Productions

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Coco lounged around the studio, nursing a beer, the glare behind her sunglasses daring anyone to comment on it.  No one would.  No one would dare.  Coco Heather Adel was known to reduce people to tears for lesser offences.  Coco’s scowl deepened at the thought, and she took another squig.  She wondered how long it would take to escape her past. 

The daughter of a high-profile designer and his retired model trophy-wife, she had followed in her mother’s footsteps on the runway and outshined her.  Coco Adel was now one of the most famous names in the American fashion world.  She’d spent countless hours on countless planes flying to exotic locales (some requiring more security than others, much more) and hours more in makeup just for the few seconds she would look perfect on stage.  Her resume included modelling clothes, formal wear, swim suits, and lingerie. 

And she’d done it largely independent of her parents.  By the time she was sixteen, Coco was auditioning and travelling for shoots on her own.  Heck, most days she was living on her own, her parents having only the barest legal control over her and largely uninterested in even that.  One thing they did contribute to her was the most pivotal lesson of her career, the one that would shape her for years to come:  don’t fight fair.  Auditioning was a cutthroat process, and you had to take every advantage to win.  Coco had learned that lesson well.  She’d learned how gossip could turn friends into enemies. She’d learned an anonymous phone call or an emailed photo to the media could cause a scandal that could make someone un-castable.  She’d learned her body was good for more than photos . . .

Coco scoffed.  Eighteen.  She’d been eighteen when she’d first slept with someone for a shoot.  Actually slept with might be the wrong term, it implied a long night in a bed at home or in a motel; Coco had let the douche screw her on his desk for half an hour, and she’d gotten the job.  Barely legal, and she was little more than a hooker.

She’d learned to cope with her new lifestyle:  to drown her sorrows in alcohol, to hide her frustrations behind a mask of arrogance, and to revel in the envy and bitterness she saw in the eyes of others to keep from realizing what she herself lacked.  Like that singer who took a pill in Ibiza, she spent years in a drug-like haze.  Then her parents had died.

They’d died in a car crash; apparently, their million-dollar-limo’s security wasn’t good enough to stop a drunk driver from barreling into the back of it at almost 80 miles an hour.   Maybe buckling up would’ve helped.  Coco got a phone call from their lawyer informing her of the event. The last time she’d spoken to them was the New Year’s Eve Party almost six months prior.  It was like hearing about a pair of strangers on the news. 

Over the next couple of months, as she dealt with the funeral and her parents’ estate and far too much paparazzi (the parasites became even more eager for pictures and quotes when the news broke; apparently celebrities going through a tragedy were more sellable than successful and content ones), Coco began to realize just how horribly empty her life was.  She had no friends to talk to about what it was like to write a eulogy for a pair of people she barely knew anymore; everyone who knew her hated her guts or was just a toady looking for favors.  Or both.  She found herself looking around her apartment and through her phone and not finding a single picture of her family.   Finally sober, Coco looked at her face on a magazine cover and was disgusted by what she saw:  a woman who thought of herself as queen of the world, with eyes that looked on everything she saw as so much dirt to be swept from her feet. 

Coco was now in the process of divesting herself of her former life.  She knew she didn’t want to be that person anymore, but who else was she to be?  She had no other skills to fall back on; she’d taken online courses for business school, but she didn’t know any other business than modelling.  Her bank account wasn’t empty—and the new, scaled down, low-key life style she was settling into helped with that—but it wouldn’t last forever.  Besides which, she was industrious by nature; she needed to work.  So, she continued to show up for shoots, somehow mustering up the will to finish her contracts before leaving her sponsors and agents behind.

But to do what?  That, she didn’t know.

That was when Fate had intervened.  Coco overheard yelling, and an accented voice apologizing profusely, along with the sounds of equipment being dropped.  Before becoming an orphan, Coco would’ve just ignored the incident.  Now, she got up and went to investigate.  She found Cardin Winchester, one of the male models, berating a Rabbit-eared Faunus girl who was fumbling with a box of camera parts she’d dropped.  The idiot was demanding she get him a latte.  When he wasn’t calling her an animal.

“Buzz off,” Coco told him. 

The jerk turned to look at her, and his frown morphed into a look of shock and fear, before he attempted to be charming.  “Well, Ms. Adel.  I’m Cardin Winchester.  Perhaps you’ve heard of me?  How are you doing this fine day?”

Coco’s first instinct was to verbally castrate the asshole, but she was trying to be better, even to bigots who didn’t deserve it.  So instead of one of her traditional acidic retorts, she simply said “Cardin Winchester?  Funny, I heard you were being replaced with Flynt Cole.”

“What?” Cardin glowered.

Coco shrugged.  “It’s all the same to me, but if I was you, I’d talk to the guy in charge right about now.” 

Cardin frowned and mumbled under his breath.  “If I find out I’ve been replaced with that Jazz-playing, retro-styled . . .”  He turned around and stomped off, ignoring the Faunus girl aside from yelling back “And get me my damn latte!”

Coco snorted.  “Idiot.”  Turning to the girl, she asked.  “You OK?”

“Um, yes, ma’am,” the girl said in an Australian accent,  Up close, Coco could see the stagehand was actually about her own age, just so much softer.  She was pretty, but had dark circles under her eyes, as though she hadn’t slept in days.  The Faunus continued picking up the fallen equipment.  “Uh, I should get back to work.  The boss will fire me if he thinks I’m slacking off.”

Coco frowned.  “What’s your name, cottontail?” she asked.

The girl blinked.  “Velvet.  Velvet Scarlatina, ma’am.”

“Well, Velvet, tell your boss to assign your jobs to someone else, because I’m going to need you for the rest of the day.”

Velvet blinked but ran off to do as she was told.  Her boss cussed a little, but didn’t say anything against it.  It wasn’t the first time some needy diva had commandeered one of the hired help to act as their personal gofer.  So, Velvet had scurried back to Coco expecting to be sent off for a latte like with Cardin.  Or a mocha.  Instead, Coco explained that she was done for the day, and Velvet could either go home and sleep or hang with her.  After a moment’s hesitation, Velvet chose her. 

Coco took her new friend back to her hotel, where two spent the day lounging on the pool sipping drinks.  The Rabbit-Faunus was reluctant to talk about herself, but Coco kept needling her until she did.  The model learned that the stagehand was from South Africa rather than Australia and had actually graduated the University of Johannesburg with a degree in photography, after which, she’d moved to the U.S. to work professionally, but she didn’t make much money because her artistic integrity didn’t fit with commercial needs.  Now, she was taking jobs in all kinds of projects:  fashion, advertisements, even glamour, although she rarely held a camera herself.  After a couple hours in Coco’s company, Velvet had consumed enough Long Islands to start becoming honest about her feelings towards the industry, and they weren’t pretty.  She was fed up with conventional, paint-by-numbers ideas of attractiveness and sensuality.  Tired of all the makeup and cosmetic surgeries (her drunken rant about the guy who’d gone to Mexico to get the illegal cheek implants—“I’m serious; illegal cheek implants!”—was Coco’s favorite) that basically rendered photographed models indistinguishable from computer-generated images in her mind.  And she was seriously hacked off with the system that chewed up and spit people out, reduced to privileged, broken shells of real people.

Coco sipped her Mai Tai as she listened to the surprisingly passionate Rabbit-eared girl rant and rave in an increasingly thick accent and realized that she agreed with more or less all of Velvet’s complaints.  Heck, this was basically why she wanted out of the industry.  The sun went down, and the two young women moved to Coco’s room, where they ordered room service for dinner, including a large bottle of bourbon. 

Coco had a lot of experience with alcohol, but she was no heavyweight.  Velvet drank less, but was also less experienced.  The two continued to vent against the industry they were stuck in, until Coco proposed they go into business for themselves.  They had no idea what they’d do together:  There was a market salivating for artistic photographs, but it wasn’t exactly beating down the door for newcomers, and Velvet didn’t exactly have a name for herself in commercial photography but at that point they were too drunk to care.

“Coco that’s a great idea!” Velvet shouted, literally shouted, Coco hadn’t realized she could do that, then leaned forward and kissed her newfound friend right on the lips.

Coco was by now too tipsy to think strait, and acted on habit, returning the kiss with all the sensuality years of trading sex for contracts had taught her.  Poor Velvet was too addled to resist, and that was without the drinks.  The two retired to the model’s bedroom, where the shy, introverted but now very drunk Rabbit Faunus revealed her kinky side.  She took out her phone and asked Coco if she could take pictures of them and Coco, after years of catering to the desires of others to secure what she wanted, muttered something to the effect of “sure,” and began ripping her shirt off.

The next day, both girls woke up groaning.  Velvet may have cried a little, between the massive hangover and the embarrassment and the dead-certainty she was going to be kicked out of the hotel room and blacklisted forever by the woman sleeping next to her.  Coco, however, had no such intentions.  In fact, she had no idea what to do.  She was twenty-five years old, and had been having sex since she was eighteen, but that had always been payment, services rendered in exchange for favors. In her entire seven-year sexual history, Velvet was the first person she’d slept with because she actually wanted to.  A pleasant change of pace—magnificent, in fact, in spite of the hangover—but Coco had honestly no clue what they were supposed to do now.  And, having no other idea, she asked Velvet to show her the pictures they’d made. 

Maybe it was because of Velvet’s training.  Maybe it was because Coco was so accustomed to posing for the camera.  Probably it was a bit of both.  Whatever the reason, the pictures were good. Really good, in fact, considering half of the collection were the world’s lewdest selfies, shot while drunk.  The other half was better, though, the part that came first, where Velvet sat back and shoot Coco playing with herself for her partner’s amusement, since now Velvet had more control of the camera.  Considering how drunk the camerawoman was, it honestly impressive and made Coco wonder what Velvet could do when she was sober.

That wasn’t the important thing, though.  The important thing was that Coco and Velvet had finally found what their company could sell.  Thus, Chocolate Bunny Productions was born.

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Founding an independent, “realistic” porn company was harder than it sounded, especially when all you had was one introverted camerawoman who’d almost never taken a professional photograph and a “manager” (that was the best title they could come up with for Coco’s job) who hadn’t finished her business degree and whose entire experience consisted of being a fashion model.  There were upsides, of course.  The first of which being Coco’s previous career and inheritance provided them with a moderate level of venture capital.  The second was that Velvet actually owned a lot of her own equipment.  Well, not a lot, and it wasn’t top of the line or anything, but she had a professional-grade camera, some lights, cords, bounces, and other things and she knew how to use them all.  She also surprised the Adel girl with another resource: friends.  Despite her shyness, Velvet actually did have a few friends, and two of them had been adopted into their new team:  Fox Alistair (who was blind; it took all Coco’s willpower not to comment on the irony of taking pictures of a guy who’d never see them) and Yatsuhashi Daichi (who was a literal giant).  Both were willing to perform grunt work for the girls and would happily “co-star” when the time came.

Of course, first they would need “stars” before there could be “co-stars,” and that was where the first major hurdle was.  How exactly did one go about the task of recruiting people to star in a start-up porn studio’s movies?  Coco could’ve used her old position to find connections, but only to established starlets, and that would’ve meant the skinny, surgically-enhanced celebs she and Velvet were trying to avoid.  They had to convince ordinary people to get naked and frisky on camera for them. It wasn’t like they could go down to the coffee shop and post a hiring flier.

“Are you kidding?” Coco asked.  “Of course we can.  Look at this.”  She swiveled her laptop to show Velvet the add she’d found on Krog’s List.

“Open-minded 18-year-old girls wanted for artistic film project,” the Rabbit Faunus read.  “Coco, we can’t do this!”

“Why not?” the fashionista asked.  “Odds are, what we’re doing is going to be way more artistic than whoever posted that will make.”

The two argued about it back and forth.  Then, Velvet’s friends solved the project for them.  Coco was sitting in the coffee shop when the blonde girl sat down.  “Hey,” she said.

Coco raised an eyebrow.  “Do I know you?”

“Your partner does,” the lavender-eyed girl said.  “Yang Xaio-Long.  I’m a friend of Velvet’s.”

“Really?” Coco asked.  She couldn’t think of anyone less likely to be her partner’s friend.  Fox and Yatsuhashi were quiet and mild-mannered.  This girl was loud and energetic, her presence actually making Coco feel crowded.  It set her on edge. 

“So, Fox and Yatsu didn’t call.  Figures.”  The girl shrugged.  “I want to audition.”

“What?”

“For your new ‘company.’” Yang made air quotes.  “The boys thought I might be interested, and I said ‘Fuck, yeah!’”  The girl laughed at her own crude joke.  “So, where do I sign up?”

Coco made a mental note to speak with the male half of CBP about speaking to people Velvet knew with telling her.  Outload she said.  “You don’t.  You come to a place we set up, perform an audition.  That will cost you seventy-five dollars since you’re not working for us.  If we think you’re any good, we’ll offer you a contract.  If you decide you want to sign on with us, we’ll work out the details.  If not, we’ll hand over the pictures for you to do with as you please.  Burn them, keep them in a secret binder, start your own portfolio and audition somewhere else.” 

This had been the arrangement Coco and Velvet had hammered out together.  Velvet’s initial idea had been to charge people to be photographed and leave it at that.  Coco thought that was a money sink, given how small the crowd for that sort of fun must be.  Aside from which, if they couldn’t keep the photos, they couldn’t grow Velvet’s portfolio.  No, they were going to go all the way on this, albeit with respect for their models.  She’d agreed to keep the admission fee, though, if only to discourage people from auditioning on a whim.  The company needed commitment, and their models needed to think.

“All right,” Yang said.  “When and where.”

“Tomorrow,” Coco said.  She picked up a napkin and scribbled a time and address on it.  Thankfully, their location was almost set up.  “You can wear whatever you want and do whatever you want in the film.  Payment is due on site.”

“Cool,” Yang said, getting up.  “Tell Velvet I said Hi.”

 “One more thing,” Coco said, looking around.  No one was paying any attention to them.  “Our neighbors don’t know what we’re doing so . . . don’t blab where the location is and don’t talk about what we’re doing when you get there, all right?”


 

 

“All set up?” Coco asked.

Velvet fiddled with her camera a little.  “Yes,” she said.  “As I can be.” 

Coco slapped her shoulder playfully.  “You’ll be fine, Bun Bun,” she said.  “Besides, it’s not like you’re going to be the one on-screen.” 

Thankfully, their model chose that moment to arrive on-set.  “Ready for my close-up?” Yang asked.  She was decked out in a black and white outfit with a purple handkerchief-looking thing hanging down her right side.  “Got to say, this place looks . . . really normal from the outside.  Nice neighborhood.  I saw some kids playing in the other yard.”

“You’d be surprised what goes on without the locals knowing any better,” Coco explained.  “That’s why we don’t want their parents finding out why we bought this place, though.” The “studio” was a small, one-floor house in suburbia, reasonably priced for a girl with some disposable income.  The sort of place where every house had a spacious backyard, good for creating some distance from prying eyes.   The only downside was the sliding glass door in the living room which was where they were filming. 

Yang looked over to the heavy drapes that had been hung over said door and the windows to block the view from the outside.  “Why not use the bedroom?” she asked. 

“Because that’s a little extravagant for one actress,” Coco said.

“Besides space is an issue in there,” Velvet added, trying to avoid looking her friend in the eye. 

“Get over to the stage, super-star,” Coco said with an eye roll.  “I know, it’s just a couch, but what do you expect?  We’re an independent, start-up.”

“Sure thing, Boss-Lady,” Yang said, sauntering over to the furniture.  “Got any requests?”

“Just go with what’s natural,” Velvet said.  “Do what you want.  Remember, this is about how you feel, not how you look.”

“I doubt she’s ever had a problem with that in her life,” Coco muttered.

Yang smirked.  “Not really,” she said.  “Ready, Velvet?            ”

Velvet checked her camera one last time.  “Action,” she said.

Yang smiled and raised her hand to the camera, blowing a kiss to the audience.  Then, she stripped her jacket off.  It wasn’t a slow, teasing thing.  Yang yanked it off and threw it away. Then she unzipped her skirt and pulled it down.  Yang’s choices in which objects to remove, the brief hesitation between each accompanied by a look to the camera showed she was aware of the effect she had on the audience.  But, she wasn’t in the mood to delay her own gratification.  Now that she was down to a black silk bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings, she stopped.  Smiling at the camera, she stretched, giving the audience a good view of her curves and muscles.  Closing her eyes, she ran her hands across her cleavage, down her belly, over her crotch, and down her thighs.  Opening her eyes, she smiled at the audience as she snapped her panties’ waistband, showing it was on top of the stocking straps.  It wasn’t an innocent wink or a teasing one.  It was friendly, inviting the viewer. 

Straitening, the blond reached behind her back and undid her bra.  She shrugged the garment off it a minimum of fuss, exposing her full breasts.  Her big, pink areolas morphed into small nipples.  Yang grabbed her own tits and lifted them for a moment, squeezing them once, before letting them fall.  Then she sat down and steadily pulled her panties off.  Yang ran her hands over her shaven crotch, then doubled back and ran them down again.

“Mind if I leave the rest on?” she asked rubbing her stock-clad thigh.

“Whatever you want,” Velvet panted, clicking rapidly.  Coco rolled her eyes again.  Velvet was too easy to dazzle.  Not that it wasn’t hot as all get out . . .

Yang spread her legs, grinning like a lunatic, then slid a single finger into her hairless pussy.  Closing her eyes, the girl groaned, her free hand rising to cup her own breast.  Velvet captured it all on film.  The movements of Yang’s finger, how it swirled around, went in and out, how she transitioned to two fingers, then removed them to focus on her clit.  The way her other hand squeezed then released, then re-squeezed her breast.  The way she threw her head back and arched her hips as she entered the home stretch.  Her mouth opening to let out a prolonged groan as she climaxed.  “Oooooooaaaaaaahhhhhh  . . .”

Yang collapsed back on the couch, panting.  “That . . . that was hot,” she said.

“Yeah,” Velvet whispered.

“Not bad for a first time,” Coco said. She wasn’t going to admit just how hot that was just yet.  She had to see if Yang was capable of getting on her good side first.  Besides, the blonde’s head didn’t need to swell any further. “You planning to come back?”

Yang relaxed back into the couch, her face slipping into a satisfied smile as she closed her eyes (Velvet snapped another picture).  “Definitely,” she whispered.

“I’ll fetch a contract.”

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Velvet had initially been reluctant to bring her friends into their enterprise.  Well, she still was.  In all honesty, Coco could understand why her partner felt that way, but it might have been the best thing that happened to their business. Yang was not only beautiful and vivacious, she helped them recruit more models.  Unlike the others, Yang actually went to nightclubs, which turned out to be better venues to scout potential pornstars than coffee shops.  Go figure.

Within a week of Yang’s shoot, the pair got a call from the blonde saying she had good news.  Firstly, she thought the pictures were fantastic and she couldn’t wait for the real thing.  Secondly, she’d found their next model.  The very next day, the pair had gotten a knock on the door of their house/studio and opened it to reveal a stunning Cat Faunus with East-Asian features and an eloquent voice.  She introduced herself as Blake Belladonna.

Velvet got out some tea and the trio got to talking.  Blake turned out to not only be gorgeous, but also in possession of a biting wit that rivaled Coco’s own.  Five minutes of banter, and the two knew they’d be friends for life. Velvet attempted to ask Blake her reasons for auditioning, but the other Faunus brushed her off.  Instead, she got down to the nitty-gritty of the shoot.  Because, unlike Yang, Blake had a specific request to make.  Velvet asked Coco if it were possible to facilitate her.

Her partner shrugged.  “Don’t know.  I’d be awesome if we could—and if she knows how to use it—but I can’t promise anything.  I’ll ask around though.”

As it turned out it was doable, although sneaking the dang thing into the house turned out to be a bit of a hassle.  It came disassembled, thankfully, but a large box being delivered to the front door attracts the neighbors’ attention, which is troublesome when the box is too big to fit through the front door.  Since opening the package and removing the contents was out of the question, Coco and Velvet were forced to call in Yatsuhashi and Fox to carry it (Yatsu was strong enough to carry the thing himself but the contents weren’t secure, moving around inside and making it too unwieldy for one person to carry) around to the back of the house and the sliding glass doors.  There were still plenty of gossiping neighbors, but none of them actually asked what the boys were loading into the girls’ house.

Regardless, the boys got the thing inside and set up.  Coco walked around it once, looking it over.  Velvet meanwhile was trying not to faint as all the blood rushed to her face.  She looked over at the heavy drapes, hoping more than before that they would be enough to block the room from outside eyes.

Coco turned her eyes to the would-be starlet who walked into the room.  “Sure you know how to use this thing?” she asked. 

Blake smiled, jumped onto the platform and grabbed the pole, spinning around before coming to a stop in profile.  She was dressed in a purple and black lacey babydoll and matching panties and stockings.  Unlike Yang, she’d eschewn the garter belt, but was wearing pair of purple heels.

“I know a thing or two.”

Coco snorted.  “Whatever.”

Velvet gulped.  “All right, action!”

Blake smiled, her eyes half closed.  It was a cool and calculating look that sang with the promise of pleasure, but only when she said so.  Blake pushed off from the pole, leaning to the side, supported only by the arm that still held it.  Her limp hand reached up and brushed the hair from her eyes.  Then she began to circle the pole.  Slowly at first, but picking up speed with each rotation, until she leapt into the air.  Wrapping her leg around the pole, she spun, slowly descending down the pole.  When she came to a stop, she brushed her hair back again, this time with more flourish, whipping her head back to show of the silky blackness.  She stared into the camera as her chest gently rose and fell.

Then she grapsed the pole with her free hand, drawing herself closer to it.  Keeping her legs in place, Blake pulled herself up with her hands, until she reached the top.  Then she let go, flipping backwards.  Velvet gasped, and Coco almost broke her composure, certain Blake was going to fall head-first, but the Cat-earned Faunus’ powerful legs kept her firmly in place.  She hung like a bat, the muscles of her thighs taunt, the gown of her babydoll falling up, obscuring her face.  If not for the bra-part of the outfit, Blake would’ve flashed the camera.  As it was, they had an excellent view of her toned belly and beautiful panties. 

The muscles of that belly now curled inwards as Blake did a suspended crunch.  Returning to an up-right position, Blake twisted around the pole and slid down like the world’s sexiest firefighter.  Walking back in front of her prop, the Cat Faunus raised her hands and parted her hair like a curtain.  Then she leaned back against the pole and raised her right leg.

She slid the foot out of the heel, gently flexing and rotating it before lowering it to the table.  Then, she raised her left leg and did so again.  Straitening up, she bent down, showing off her excellent butt, and placed the shoes on the edge of the table.  Unlike Yang, her moves were relaxed, unhurried, not overtly teasing but not impatient either. 

Standing again, Blake reached behind her and tugged loose the strings of her top.  The babydoll turned loose, its straps falling off her shoulders.  Blake casually shrugged out of it, still unhurried, still patient.  Her breasts were smaller than Yang’s but still in the C cup with darker, more defined nipples and areolas.  Letting the garment fall to the floor she reached up and cupped her breasts, raising them, then letting them fall again.  Three moves, three pictures on Velvet’s camera.

Blake hooked her thumbs into her panties’ waistline, stretching it out and playing with it.  Then, she pulled them out and grasped the pole behind her.  This act pushed her chest out further as she slowly slid down the front of the pole.  Once seated, with her legs out in front of her, Blake let go of the pole, and hooked her thumbs into her panties again.  Then she drew her legs in and pushed herself into a squatting position, keeping her hands and thus, her bottoms on the floor.  Blake straitened her legs, sliding out of her last bit of clothing.  Then she straitened he back and step out of the pooled cloth on the table. 

Whereas Yang had been clean shaven, Blake had an inverted triangle of dark hair just above her, like an arrow telling her viewer where to look.  Blake grabbed the pole again, and once more began to circle it.  Velvet snapped pictures of the other Faunus’ front, profile and back.  Instead of jumping onto the pole though, Blake slowly raised her leg and wrapped it around the metal cylinder while facing the back of the room.  Velvet snapped great shots of her leg and butt.  Similar to before, Blake wrapped herself tightly around the pole and pulled herself up.  Then she flipped herself, hanging down, suspended only by clenching the pole between her thighs, flush against her pussy.  Her stomach quivered at the sensations.

Instead of crunching up, though, this time Blake relaxed her thighs for brief moment, falling briefly, then re-clenching to catch herself, then relaxing and falling again.  Then clenching and catching again.  Her hanging shook as she held herself suspended arms’ length above the table.  She put her hands down onto the table, pushing into a handstand.  She unclenched her legs again.  Then, slowly, Blake stretched forward with one, exposing her groin as she moved in a slow-motion cartwheel.

Standing strait again, Blake tossed her head back.  She was panting and although that did pleasant things to her chest, Velvet couldn’t look away from the eyes.  They weren’t smoky anymore; they were on fire. Blake was impatient now.

Still, she restrained herself.  She wrapped her right arm around the pole, then lifted her right leg up until she was in a standing splits, her leg held flush against the pole.  Finally, she brought her left hand to her groin.  With the index and middle fingers she rubbed her swollen labia.  Up and down.  Up and down.  Spreading the lips into an “O.”  Spreading again.  Then again.  Blake brought her hand up to her mouth and sucked on the fingers, moaning a little at her own taste.  Next the fingers descended again, thrusting into her needy pussy. 

“Uh!” she moaned, her body shaking on the single leg. “Uh!” As she thrust her fingers in and out of her wet passage, using her thumb to flick her clit.   Her right hand reached around the pole and pinched her nipple.  The twisted the poor nub between the finger and thumb, tugging it up, pulling her breast out.  Releasing, then attacking it again.  Velvet began to worry she wouldn’t have enough memory on her camera as she struggled to keep up with Blake’s fast-paced self-gratification.

Suddenly, the hand dropped from the breast, and the fingers which had been thrusting were removed, but not for long.  Blake reached around back with her left hand and began rubbing her pussy from underneath.  Her right hand meanwhile, began an all-out assault on her clit, viciously grinding it with her fingers.  “HHHHHSSSSS!” Blake’s hiss of pleasure filled the air.  Her eyes closed, her head thrust back, she became a figure of savage, primal, arousal in spite of the industrial-produced object she clung to.

The muscles of her neck strained as Blake emitted a high-pitched whine that signaled her orgasm.  She shook against the pole, but managed or maintain balance.  Her leg fell, her arms wrapping around it, clinging to it like a lover.  Then she sank down to the table, her legs curled to the side like a lady in a painting.  To end it, Blake licked her hands clean, purring in satisfaction.

Coco and Velvet could only stair.  Eventually, Velvet stuttered out, “That’s a wrap.”

Blake purred in reply.

Coco found her voice again.  “Wow.  OK, then.  Where’d you learn to do that?”

Blake tilted her head to the side.  “I used to do that professionally.  If you’re willing, I could again.”

“H-How?” Velvet stuttered.

Blake sighed.  “I was desperate for money, and I desperately wanted a change from my old life.

“Don’t we all?” Coco asked. 

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Unlike the others, Pyrrha actually had done some modelling before.  Granted it was for breakfast cereal, but it was something. 

She and Coco had first met at some gala Coco’ parents had hosted the fashionista couldn’t avoid.  To say they’d hit it off would have been an overstatement:  Pyrrha had made it clear that she found Coco’s condescending attitude annoying and wasn’t impressed with the Adel girl’s verbal barbs.  For her part, Coco had found the supposed perfection of the so-called “Invincible Girl,” A.K.A. “America’s Sweetheart,” beyond grating.  It wasn’t enough that she was the youngest athlete to win gold in the heptathlon.  It wasn’t that she was prettier than her without even trying.  No, apparently Pyrrha was also humble, polite, charming, intelligent, and 100% sincere about it all.  Plus, she’d turned down Coco’s offer of a drink, stating she didn’t drink alcohol, the goody two-shoes.  America’s Sweetheart was an even more serious dieter than any model Coco’d ever seen.

It should have been the start of the worst, most vicious rivalry of Coco’s life.  Yet, somehow, the two had emerged from the night with the closest thing to a friendship Coco had known up until that point in her life.  Maybe it was because Pyrrha wasn’t really a model; she was just an athlete doing product endorsements, and thus she wasn’t a serious threat to Coco’s career.  More likely it was because the two could be honest with each other in a way they couldn’t with anyone else.  Coco didn’t know what Pyrrha’s life was like, but she herself had never seen anyone stand up to her like Pyrrha did or shrug her off as though her modeling success meant nothing.  Still, she suspected the Invincible Girl’s experiences weren’t that different.  Fame like their’s always came with a price, and that kind of success had a way of making everyone an island onto themselves.

They didn’t call up on each other’s birthdays or anything, but every now and then, one of the two would flip open her phone and leave a snarky and/or biting comment in the other’s voicemail about some accomplishment they’d read about.  Or to comment about some idiocy in the government or among other celebrities.  Then, the other would call back oozing with sarcasm, and the pair would bitch to each other for an hour or so.  Never about their parents or careers, though.  That was off limits.  There was no way to maintain the carefully constructed illusion if they let actual intimacy into their conversations.  If Coco had any regrets about leaving the modeling business, it was that she expected to never hear from Pyrrha ever again.  Why would America’s Sweetheart want to speak to a queen bitch who couldn’t even sympathize with her anymore?  Much less a newly minted independent porn producer?

So, she was a little surprised when she saw Pyrrha’s caller ID on her phone.  She was even more surprised when the redhead said she was in town and wanted to meet Coco in person for the first time in years.  In a bar. 

 Confused and concerned (not that she would admit it, even to Velvet), Coco had agreed to the meeting.  Pyrrha had arrived before her, and was racking up quite a tab.  Coco spent that first evening keeping the Invincible Girl from dying of alcohol poisoning, then helping her back to her hotel.  They tried again the next night.  This time, Pyrrha let Coco set the pace:  which the fashionista kept at the “Do Not Sign Legal Documents or Place Wagers” level, but definitively away from the “Wake Up Tomorrow And Not Remember What I Did Last Night” level.  Thus, they could both remember breaking The Rule.  Pyrrha had offered her condolences for Coco’s parents, and Coco had responded by admitting her own dissatisfaction with her modelling career and how she’d ultimately quit the runway.  The two started commiserating on the pressures of parents, sponsors, and idiot directors.  Ultimately, Pyrrha had asked what Coco was doing with her life now that she wasn’t a model anymore, and Coco’s mouth had responded with the truth before her inebriated brain could stop it.  Thankfully, no one was nearby to overhear (although Coco was sure the way she’d swung her head around must’ve attracted the attention of everyone in the bar.  If anyone tangentially related to either of them was murdered in the next day or two, she’d probably be getting a visit from the boys and girls in blue).  Surprisingly, Pyrrha took her confession well, even complementing her on her and Velvet’s goals.  Coco was so shocked that what remained of her higher brain functions abandoned her, and she jokingly offered her friend a free audition. 

The next morning, Coco had woken up to a massive hangover and the shrill whining of her phone.  Pyrrha was calling to take her up on her offer.  Even more surprising, she already had an idea of what she wanted to do.  After her friend explained her scenario (twice), Coco admitted they could try it. As with Blake, the redhead’s request required a certain level of preparation. Thankfully, they didn’t have to smuggle another stripper pole into the house.  Instead, they just had to figure out how to turn the bathroom into an improvised set. 

“Think this’ll work?” Coco asked, wondering for the one millionth time what surreal world she’d woken up in that this was happening. 

Velvet shuffled back and forth trying to get the right distance.  Not that she could go much further back without bumping into the wall.  Although the main bathroom was a decent size, there were still limits on the availability of space and power outlets.  Besides, they didn’t want light stands electrical cords in the shot—that would just look tacky.  So, the two partners plus Fox had settled for placing two light stands in the off-screen corners, while Velvet stood in front of the wall, keeping them out of sight, and using a series of bounces to, as the name implied, bounce light around the room to make sure everything was adequately lit. 

“I think so,” the Rabbit Faunus said.  “Fox, are you all right?”

“I’ll be good,” the blind man said.  “Though I’d appreciate it if we got this show on the road.”  Because of all the weird angles they’d been forced to set the bounces at to control the light, Velvet had had no choice but to stick him in the shower cube physically holding one of the bounces at the proper angle.  Thankfully, the floor was dry and the bounce was lightweight.  Still, a man could only hold his arm out so long before it got sore.

 “You heard the man,” Coco said, stepping out of the doorway.  “Get a move on, Pyrrha.”

“Coming,” their newest starlet said.  Pyrrha walked into the bathroom, somehow avoiding the mess of wires in her red high heels.  She was wearing a red-and-white silk bathrobe and carrying a shower caddy.  Her heels clicked on the tile and her pony tail swayed behind her as she walked across the room.  Coco felt a small twinge of jealousy; girl would’ve been a natural on the runway.  Didn’t matter.  Coco wasn’t in that game anymore.

Pyrrha sat down on the edge of the tub and set the caddy down beside her.  “Ready?” she asked.  Her face held none of the seduction that Yang or Blake’s had, and for a moment, Coco wondered if the girl was serious.

Evidently Velvet did too, since her reply was “Are you?”

Pyrrha nodded, her eyes hard.  “Yes.”

Velvet spared a second to shoot a glance at Coco.  The fashionista nodded.  “All right, then.  Action!”

The transformation was amazing.  Pyrrha closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, the harshness was gone and Coco beheld the held the same smoky allure Blake had exhibited on the pole.  Pyrrha reached into the shower caddy and pulled out a pump bottle of lotion.  Setting it down on her other side, she pumped out a few dollops and began rubbing the creamy solution in her hands.  Then she rubbed her lubricated palms up and down her legs.  She started at the thigh, rubbing circles on it, then slid down to her ankle, circled the ankle, then up the leg again back to the thigh.  Then she did the same thing on the other leg.  Start on the thigh, rub circles, down to the ankle, around, then back up to the thigh again.

She did her arms next.  Nothing so fancy, just up and down one, then up and down the other.  Then the neck, massaging the muscles gently, then down to the exposed flesh of her chest.  She looked down and began pulled apart the knot that held her robe done.  There was no toying with it; Pyrrha just grabbed the ends and pulled the bow apart, letting the robe hang loosely, loosely enough to show Pyrrha wasn’t wearing anything under it.

Pyrrha pumped more lotion onto her hands, rubbing it on her chest, exposing her breasts.  She rubbed over the smooth orbs, closing her eyes in silent ecstasy. Then her hands ran down over her belly, then back over her thighs once more, stopping at her knees. 

Smiling, Pyrrha opened her eyes again and stood up, shrugging off the robe.  Velvet captured the sequence:  rise, part the robe, thrust her chest out—exposing her breasts even more and revealing her hairless pussy, the robe falling to the floor around Pyrrha’s tall, statuesque form. 

Pyrrha held the pose for a moment, smiling for the camera, before sitting down again on the tub.  Again she reached into the shower caddy.  From it she removed a curved red dildo with a suction cup at the base.  Rather than start sucking it as some girls would have done, Pyrrha first closed her eyes and drew its tip down her neck like a pen, rubbed it on her breasts, teasing her nipples.  Then the object continued its journey south, down her belly to the redhead’s folds.  Pyrrha teased her slit with the toy but didn’t penetrate.  Instead, she brought it back up and gave its length a single long lick.  Pausing, she turned and smiled at the camera.  Then, she showed why she needed the tile bathroom.

            Pyrrha attached the phallus to the wall of the shower cube.  Kneeling down, it was at mouth level to her.  Then, she took the cock into her mouth and began bobbing her head back and forth.  There was no way she was a virgin, Coco thought.  No one gave head like that without experience.  Pyrrha’s mouth moved at high speeds, desperately mouth-fucking the false cock.  This wasn’t the sort of teasing you did to get your partner hard; Pyrhha seemed insistent that the false cock come in her mouth.  Backandforthbackandforthbackandforthback—

Then she stopped, pulling her mouth from the toy, she began to jerk it with her hand.  Turning back, she smiled at the camera again, deviously.  Coco thought she head Velvet gulp; the main course had arrived.

Pyrrha let go of the dildo, stood up, and turned around.  She bent over and gripped the edge of the tub with one hand, lining up the curved toy with her nethers, reaching back with her free hand to guide it in.  Looking at the camera, Pyrrha moaned as she rocked backwards, pushing the toy into her cunt.  Then she began moving.  “Oooooooo,” she moaned as she moved herself back and forth, just as she had with her facial lips earlier.  The hand behind her came to rest on her knee.  Velvet watched, mesmerized at the sight. Pyrrha’s whole body was affected by her actions.  Her breasts swayed freely, her butt squished and reformed, her ponytail whipping back and forth across her face.  Backandforthbackandforthbackandforthback. 

Suddenly, Pyrrha stopped and straightened up.  Groaning, she left the toy and removed it from the shower cube.  Knocking the lotion and shower caddy to the floor with a clatter, she repositioned it on the tub.  Velvet snapped a picture of Pyrrha planting her left heel on the side of the tub, positioning herself above the toy and nicely showing off her toned thighs and swollen labia.  Placing her hands on either side of it, Pyrrha lowered herself on the toy, moaning once again as she began to move vertically on the false cock.  Her moans resumed, now accompanied by the sound of flesh slapping against the ceramic Velvet zoomed in to get pictures of her bouncing breasts and now exposed pussy.  The Rabbit blushed at the sight of Pyrrha’s stimulated clit, and the ridges of the toy sliding in and out of her womanhood.  The hand she raised from the tub’s side so her fingertips could toy with her clit.  Rubbing up and down on the nub while the toy went in and out of her.

Again halting her actions, Pyrrha got up on shaky legs, somehow balancing in spite of her heels and exhaustion.  Swinging her legs over the tub Pyrrha grabbed the toy and lowered herself on it again, this time with her back, or rather backside, to the camera.  Moaning even louder Pyrrha resumed her bouncing, but now Velvet could see the ass slapping against the tub.  She reached back and groped that ass, squeezing and releasing it, pulling it apart to show her back hole.  And now Pyrrha wasn’t so static, stopping her vertical movements to rock back and forth on the side of the tub, scratching her deepest itches with the curved plastic.  Then she was bouncing again.  Then rocking.  She reached back and groa

Then Pyrrha was sitting on the floor, back to the tub.  Her legs spread wide, the toy planted before her.  She rocked against it, her movements short and stiff.  One hand was planted behind the leg while the right squeezed her breast.  The fingers moved without letting go, maneuvering to grip the nipple, to tweak it.  Pyrrha moaned louder; her left hand rose up to grab the free breast and double the stimulation.  Her movements didn’t falter with the lack of stabilization.  The muscles in her legs stiffened and her movements became harder and faster. 

Pyrrha’s moans filled the room as she slammed forward and froze, her back arched, her legs tuant, her breasts squeezed in her hands, her mouth open in a silent scream.  It lasted for a single, glorious instant, before her legs relaxed and—groaning slightly—Pyrrha resumed her actions, riding out her climax on the toy she’d enjoyed so much.

Pyrrha stopped, her body shining with sweat, her breath panting.  She let go of her breasts and pushed herself up to sit on the tub again.  Now she kicked off the heels.  “How’d . . . I do?” she panted.

Velvet struggled.  “You were . . .”

“Gorgeous,” Coco whispered.  “You were fucking gorgeous.”

“Yeah,” Velvet said.  “That.”  And she’d caught it all on film.

Pyrrha smiled weakly.  “Well not yet . . .  I kind of need a partner . . . or two . . . for that.”

Que everyone’s collective jaw dropping as America’s Sweetheart made a dirty joke Coco (or at least Yang) would’ve been proud of.  “So, you’re serious about this?” Coco asked.  She’d more or less thought the whole thing was a whim.  A way for the athlete to blow off steam.  “You realize your athletic career will be pretty much over after this, right?”  Even if the games didn’t blacklist her (and maybe they couldn’t; Coco didn’t know), her sponsors would drop her like a ton of bricks when it got out, and anonymity was impossible in this profession.  Even with a pseudonym, people would recognize her face.

Pyrrha nodded.  “I’m sure.  I’m tired of acting as a proxy for my parents to live out their failed dreams.  Of watching them switch between envying my achievements and claiming them for themselves.  I’m sick of the product endorsements with amoral suits, and I’m sick of the insane diet and exercise regime to keep my body’s working at its absolute limit.”  Pyrrha let out a pained laugh.  “Do you want to know why I’m on a break from public appearances and taken up drinking?  Last month, I thought I was pregnant.  I was wrong—Thank God, I was wrong—but it was more than week before my parents could get me to a doctor to confirm it.  By then they had already started calling up abortion doctors, shopping for the best way to terminate the pregnancy in secret.  Bastards!  They didn’t ask my opinion.  They didn’t care that I was willing, that I wanted, to keep the baby.  I was scared—I won’t lie, I was scared out of my mind—but I was willing to keep it.  The father was a boy I thought I loved and wanted to spend the rest of my life with.  It was sooner than I’d planned, but it wasn’t like money was a problem.  I wanted to have his child.

“They didn’t care . . . They just told me off for being so irresponsible—for endangering my career and my image . . .  I went to my coaches, and they said the same thing . . . How could I compete if I was pregnant—and then recovering . . . ?  And the pregnancy would no doubt permanently affect my body, lowering my performance, so I’d never make it to decathlon . . . How could I be a perfect, all American girl if it got out I was a slut who’d been knocked up by some random boy, even if we’d been dating for over seven months by then, and it was our first time! . . .  I’m not anymore, though.  Dating him.”  Pyrrha wrapped her hands around her belly.  “My parents and coaches forbade me to tell him, but I did anyway.  And you know what:  he agreed with them; I should put my career first.  He even had the gall to accuse me of not considering his feelings when I went behind my parents’ backs and said I wanted to start a family with him  Bastard, he was more their child than I was. . .”  Pyrrha’s voice dropped.  “I didn’t go to college, you know.  I was in my junior year and I already had scholarships in Chemistry and Biology, but my parents convinced me to drop out to focus on heptathlon training instead.”    The redhead began to shake again, crying quietly.

Coco stood stock still, her brain having gone Blue Screen of Death as she tried and failed to compute the information she’d received.  Velvet had no such problems.  The Rabbit-eared girl set her camera down, got up, and walked slowly over to the naked, crying girl, gently wrapping her arms around her.  She didn’t say anything, didn’t try to rock her or lay Pyrrha’s head on her shoulder.  She just let the taller girl know she was there as she cried herself out.

Eventually, Pyrrha’s crying stopped and she raised her head, wiping the tears from her eyes.  Velvet helped her.  “Thanks, Velvet,” she said.

“Any time.”

“So . . .” Coco said, finding her voice again.  For one word.

Pyrrha smiled and turned to Coco, fire in her eyes.  “So yes, Coco.  I want my athletic career to be over.  I never want to be offered another brand deal again.  I want to ruin my parents’ expectations.  I want to see all their plans for me go up in smoke.”  Pyrrha’s smile took on a look that made Coco wonder if she was looking in a mirror.  It was the kind of look she’d had in the old days, right before she tore someone else to pieces.  “I want my ex to surf the web and come across videos of me giving blowjobs and cunnilingus to people he’s never met and getting fucked up the ass and doing myself all over the internet after I made him wait seven months for vanilla sex with a condom.  I want my Mom to get a call from her publicist saying I publicly admitted I was knocked up in an orgy, and I don’t have a clue who the father is but the video’s there for anyone wants to watch.  I want Daddy to get a call from his lawyer saying I’m so famously filthy that companies can’t take my face off their merchandise fast enough.  I want my former coaches to get a letter saying the Hall of Fame spot or Whatever Award I was going to get is permanently off the table because I’m more famous for my T&A than my throwing arm.  And I want all of them to get an email from their friends with a video of me eight months pregnant with the grandchild/baby they are never going to meet and still screwing two guys at once.  They care more about me looking like a slut than their own grandchild?  Their own baby?  Fine.  I’m going to show them how slutty I really am.”

Coco licked her lips and swallowed.  “OK then.  Welcome to Chocolate Bunny Productions, Pyrrha.  I’ll draw up your contract.”

“Good,” Fox said, momentarily shocking everyone into remembering he was still there.  “Now could you all clear out so I can deal with the massive boner our star gave me?  Damn, Pyrrha, if watching you is anything like hearing you, you’re going to be the biggest star on the planet.”

Pyrrha blushed at the young man’s words.  Coco couldn’t help it.  She laughed.

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Coco went over the contract with Yang as soon as the model had gotten herself redressed.  Or, at least partially so.  Her shirt was still unbuttoned, and her skirt was only halfway zipped.  Details.  She was still intent on enjoying her afterglow, anyway.

“So, you get half of whatever we make selling the photos, after deducting production costs,” Coco said, going over the form with her.  That was the compromise she had worked out with Velvet.  Coco had initially wanted to pay a more standard modelling fee (at least in her experience, she had no idea what the standard salary for porn was) of 30% whatever the shoot sold for, but Velvet had insisted on giving the models and equal share of the pie.  They were supposed to be better than the industry.  In the end, Coco had convinced her to pay the model an equal share of the profits rather than the sales, if only to keep them out of the red.

“Sounds great,” Yang said.  “I’m sure all this,” she motioned to herself “will bring in a mint.”

Coco grunted and continued.  “In exchange, you, the model, agree to make yourself available as the production requires within limit.”

“Meaning?” Yang asked.

“Meaning as long as you’re healthy, we expect you to show up to scheduled shoots neat and tidy and sober, but we have to make allowances for your life too.  Basically, if something comes up, call us ahead of time, and we should be able to work something out.”

“What about vacation time?” Yang asked.

Coco snorted.  “Don’t think that’ll be an issue.  We’ll want to take time off too, you know.  Besides, you hopefully won’t be the only girl willing to star for us, and since we’re scheduling things in advance . . .”

“You get a minimum of two week vacation time per year,” Velvet said.  She blushed and looked to the ground when Coco shot her an annoyed look.  “Of course, we hope you’ll schedule ahead of time and not just leave town the day of a shoot.”

“Sure.  That sounds fair,” Yang said.  “What are the expectations for this?”

“Expectations?” Coco asked.

Yang rolled her eyes.  “Am I going to just be doing vanilla, one guy/one girl scenes or are we going to have fun.  Am I going to be expected to agree to a threesome?  Anal, lesbian, bondage, lesbian bondage?”

Coco looked the blonde in the eye.  “I can tell you did your research.  You get to choose what you do and who with.  We’ve only got two co-stars right now . . .”

“So, Fox or Yatsuhashi.  I’m cool with that,” Yang said. 

“Right, anyway we’d prefer to have a list of what you think you’re willing to do right now, but you have the right to re-negotiate at any time.  Though, again we’d prefer some time before the morning of the shoot.”

Yang grinned.  “Cool.  So, what’s the name of my big debut film?” 


Three weeks and two auditions later, Yang came back for her big debut film.

“Didn’t I do that last week?” she asked.  She was wearing her normal clothes now sitting on the couch.

“We’re posting both together,” Coco said.  “Now put on a smile and tell us about yourself!”

Velvet sighed and raised her camera.  “Action.”

Yang grinned.  “Well, what do you want to know, sweet buns?”

Velvet blushed. “How old are you?” she asked, thinking it a safe starting place.

“22,” Yang said with the pride of someone still new to legal drinking.

“Have you done any modelling before?”

“Nope.”  This was said with feigned innocence.  Even Coco had to try not to crack a smile; Yang’s charm was infectious.

“What do you want out of your modelling career?” Velvet asked.  That was a good question.

Yang smiled widely.  “Fame, fortune, and to fuck all the guys and gals I can!”

Coco snorted.  “I guess that means you’re ready to meet your co-star.”

Yatsuhashi took that as his signal to enter.  “Hello, Yang,” he said, nodding.  Ever the gentleman.

Yang looked him up and down, grinning.  “He-llo big guy,” she replied.  Yang was tall for a girl, but her partner topped seven feet, and was heavily muscled.

The pair began to adopt a variety of poses for Velvet to photograph them in.  Yang leaned into his arms, whilst raising one leg and looking at the camera.  She swiveled and leaned her back against his chest.  The pair thought they should do one without Yatsuhashi just hugging her, so they did one back to back like super-stars, a little silly given the size difference.  They ended facing each other, with his arms around her, looking into each other’s eyes.

“All right, take your top off already,” Coco muttered.

“Finally,” Yang said, backing up. She shrugged her jacket off, followed by her yellow tank top.  Yang’s full breasts bounced free.  Yatsuhashi’s gentlemanly composure didn’t stop his eyes from widening at the sight. Yang captured her natural double-Ds in her hands and squeezed them.  “Don’t you think you should return the favor, big guy?”

“If you insist,” he said.  Pulling his shirt over his head, he revealed more of the impressively sculpted muscles of his abs and biceps. 

Yang ran a hand up his chest.  “Let’s have some fun,” she said.  Standing on her toes, she brought his head down for a kiss.  Yatsuhashi responded in kind, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her flush against his chest.  Breaking the kiss, the two stepped back.  Yatsu’s hands came up and cupped Yang’s breasts, kneading them in his hands.  Yang moaned at the stimulation and leaned up for another kiss.  This one lasted longer; Velvet zoomed in with the camera to captured the way their lips and tongues moved against each other.

Yang broke the kiss again, smiling.  “Wow.  You’re good.”

“Thank you,” Yatsu replied.

“A kiss like that deserves a reward,” Yang said.  kneeling down, she began working on undoing his belt and pants.  Still struggling to remain the gentleman, Yatsu helped her get his jeans and boxers down his legs.  Like Yang’s breasts, his large erection burst free its cloth restraints making Yang’s eyes bulge.  “Not bad, big guy,” she said.  Then she reached forward and wrapped her hand around the base, leaned forward, and took it into her mouth. 

Yatsuhashi moaned as Yang bobbed back and forth on his cock.  Because she was facing him, she couldn’t fit it all in, but she swirled her tongue around it, sucking expertly, while her hand massaged the base.  “Sorry I couldn’t fit it all,” she said, popping it out of her mouth and standing up.  “Maybe there’s somewhere it can fit.”  She said as she dropped her own bottoms and lay down on the couch, spreading her legs.  “Don’t bother with foreplay; I’m already soaked.”

Yatsuhashi struggled out of his pants.  Bending forward, he inserted a finger into Yang’s shaven pussy while simultaneously giving a quick kiss.  “Yes,” he said.  “I believe you are.”  He withdrew the finger and positioned himself at her entrance.  Rather than leaning over her, which would have been impractical with their height difference and covered her body, Yastu was more of less sitting up as he eased into her. 

Yang moaned a little as he filled her.  She hadn’t been lying, but he was big.  Still, Yang Xiao Long was not one to back down from a challenge.  “Bring it on, big guy,” she said.  He obliged.  Yatsu pulled back before moving forward.  Back then forward.  Back then forward.  Yang moaned as her body rocked with his movements, which did interesting things to her breasts.  Velvet caught the movement on camera, along with Yang opening her mouth to moan again, this time to yelp as Yatsu leaned forward a little, bracing himself on the top of the couch, and began moving faster.

They used a variety of positions.  Yatsuhashi flipped them over so Yang was lying on him as he pounded in and out of her, his balls smacking against her ass with a satisfying sound.  Velvet circled them to capture the movement.  That position proved more amusing than erotic, though, owing to the size difference.  Yang’s head lay against Yatsu’s chest in a way that was comfortable, but not sexually pleasing.  So they changed again.  Now, Yang lay on her belly, yelping as Yatsu pistoning in and out of her from behind.  One hand reached back and clenched her own generous buttock, Yatsu’s hands preoccupied with stabilizing himself.  Velvet snapped a picture from above, then knelt down to Yang’s level, capturing the moment when she arched her back, showing off the curve of her breasts as she climaxed.  Yatsu groaned as her channel clenched around him, but he wasn’t done yet. He did, however, slow down as Yang rode down her high.

“Wow, big guy,” Yang panted.  “Not done yet?”

“Would you like to take a break?” he asked, still moving at a slow steady pace behind her. 

“You kidding?” Yang asked.  “Come on, let’s giving our viewers a real show.”  They changed positions again.  Yatsu rolled onto his back holding her hips while Yang assumed a sitting position in his lap, bracing herself with her arms behind her back, hands on Yatsu’s chest.  She began bouncing up and down on her lover’s lap.  Once again, the sound of flesh smacking flesh filled the room and once again Velvet’s camera captured Yang’s breasts bouncing, more pronounced this time thanks to their new vertical movement.  Yang continued to moan as she bounced up and down, loving the feel of Yatsu’s cock going in and out of her, the jiggle of her breasts, the pressure and release on her ass, and the feeling of being watched by Coco and Velvet’s camera.  Behind her, she heard Yatsuhashi grunt and knew he was nearing completion.

“Aaaah . . . Almost . . . done . . . big guy? . . . Aaaahhh”

“Then it’s time for the big finale,” Coco said.  “What’s this video called?”

Yang grinned.  “Blonde Slut With Big Tits Loves Cream Pie!  Aaaaoooohhhh yeaaaaahhhhhhh!”  Below her, Yatsuhashi stiffened, letting out a loud groan.  Yang hand to bounce on her own without her partner’s help.  His penis slipped out of her, shrinking, and Yang flopped to the side, legs akimbo.  Velvet photographed both their awkward, exhausted forms, Yatsu’s closed as he lay in sleepy contentment, his wet, limp (though still impressive) member, Yang’s face flushed with triumph, her breasts heaving.  The Rabbit Faunus knelt down to take a picture of the white fluid dripping from her swollen lips. 

“And I do,” Yang said. 

“What?” Velvet asked.

Yang grinned, reaching down and wiping the droplet onto her finger which she brought it up to her mouth.  She licked it off.  “I do love cream pies.”

Coco grinned.  “Girl you just might have a future in show business.”                 

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            Once again, Blake had proven to have a delightfully kinky mind.  She had proposed an idea for her first video to Coco and Velvet, who ran it by Fox, who had immediately given his approval.  The only downside was that it once again required a bit of preparation.  And shopping.

            Fox sat at the table in a business suit.  It looked good enough to pass as a manager’s power suit, at least to the common viewer.  More affluent persons on the other hand . . .  Who were they kidding?  Anyone who could tell the difference was rich enough to hire escorts instead of relying on porn).  The blind-but-acting-otherwise-for-the-purposes-of-this-video business executive clicked away at a keyboard.  There was a knock on the door.  “Enter,” he said.

            Blake stepped in.  Unlike her last video, she was only trying to project an air of confidence, but it was imperfect.  Hesitation, followed by over-eagerness in the way she walked, in the way her eyes darted.  Yes, she was trying to be confident, to be in control, but secretly she was a nervous wreck.

            Coco wondered how this woman hadn’t become a professional actress.  She was almost too good.

            The Faunus was dressed in a black and white woman’s suit.  Her hair was brushed back behind her shoulders, though the effect was somewhat ruined by her twitching cat ears.  She smoothed her skirt as she sat down in front of Fox.  “You wanted to see me, sir?” she asked.

            To his credit, Fox didn’t crack a smile like he usually would at the ironic statement.  “Yes, Miss Belladonna.  I’ve been going over our company’s records.  I’m sorry to say that we have to let you go.”

            “What?” Blake asked, eyes going wide.  “Please Mr. Alister, if this is about the funds—that wasn’t my fault!”

            Fox sighed.  “Yes, I know.  A lot of businesses were fooled in that criminal’s Ponzi scheme."  Coco was starting to wonder if letting the pair work out their own lines had been a good idea.  Remember you're on a clock, auteurs. "But the fact of the matter is, Miss Belladonna, you trusted the wrong person with company money, and now we’re stuck with the fallout.”

            “Please, sir.  Please give me another chance!” Blake begged, leaning forward and bringing her hands up.

            “I’m sorry,” Fox said.  “But my superiors are demanding I deal with the situation and part of that means assigning blame and punishment.”

            “Please, sir.  My mother, my poor, sick mother.  I need this job to support her!” Blake cried.

            Off-stage, Coco raised an eyebrow.  Sick mother?  Seriously, she was going there?

            Fox cringed.  “That is unfortunate, but my hands are tied.  I really have no choice in the matter.  Your dismissed, Miss Belladonna.”

            Blake’s face fell, and Coco actually felt sorry for this person she was portraying (seriously, why wasn’t this girl in real movies, or at least TV?).  Then, Blake looked up.  She smiled a very sexy smile.  “Are you sure, Mr. Alister?  Isn’t there anything I could do to change your mind?”

            Fox was clearly taken aback by this.  “No, Miss Belladonna.  There’s really nothing I can do.  I’m sorry.”

            “Are you sure, Mr. Alister?” Blake asked, standing up.  “I know you’re a reasonable man, a nice man . . .  I know you don’t want to leave me to fend for myself and my poor, sick mother . . .”  She was walking around the desk now, swaying her hips in a way that probably meant nothing to the blind Fox, but would make the viewers pant.  “I know you can think of something . . .”

            “My bosses . . .” Fox said.  He was sweating now, as Blake stood in front of him, bent over to speak directly into the sitting man’s face.  Even if he couldn't see, he could hear the seduction in Blake's voice.

            “I’m sure we can think of something that will keep them happy . . . and us, too,” she said, reaching down and rubbing his crotch, making him sputter.

            The phone on Fox’s desk rang.

            “Better answer that,” Blake said, kneeling down to begin working his belt.

            “Mr. Alister?” Yatsuhashi’s recorded voice came out of the speaker.  Unsurprising, since he was on his cellphone in another room.

             “Mr. Daichi . . .” Fox stammered as slowly and quietly unzipped his pants.  “Hold my calls, and cancel my appointments.  I’m in the middle of a very serious negotiation."

            "But, sir--"

            "Thank you!" Fox said before his assistant could launch a real protest. 

            He clicked the machine just as Blake released his hard member and began to stroke it.  “My, my, Mr. Alister.  I’d say you’re just as interest in these ‘negotiations’ as me.”  With that, opened wide and took him into her mouth.  She began to bob her head up and down on his cock. 

            Fox moaned at the stimulation, placing his hand down on her head on instinct.  Trying to keep her in place.  Despite it, Blake pulled her head off to stroke him with her hand.  Letting her tongue out, she licked his length, eliciting another moan.  Blake smiled and took him back into her mouth.  Bobbing up and down once more.

            “Mi-Miss Belladonna,” he gasped.  “Abou-About to . . .”

            “It’s all right, Mr. Alister,” she said, once more stroking him in her hands.  Giving him another lick she said.  “Let it all out.”  Then, her mouth was on his cock again.

            “GHAH-ahhh!” he cried, gripping his arm rests. 

            Blake took his release in her mouth, still bobbing up and down.  Releasing him, she opened her mouth wide and licked her tongue around, swallowing whatever seed had been left in there.  Her tongue emerged once more, to lick the tip of his shrinking member. “Do we have an agreement, Mr. Alister?” she asked, standing up.

            “You want to be . . . my prostitute, Miss Belladonna?” the frazzled “manager” asked.  "My whore?"  Coco thought he was lucky that was Blake’s chosen word for it.  If he'd thought it up on his own . . . 

            Blake smiled as she dropped her coat to the ground.  “I prefer the term ‘office assistant.’  It looks better on paper, don’t you think?” she asked, unbuttoning her blouse, revealing the lacey, black lingerie beneath.

            “What about Mr. Daichi?” Fox asked.

            “He doesn’t have a poor, sick mother to take care of,” Blake said, sitting down in her “manager’s” lap.  Taking his hands in hers, she brought them to her bra cups.  Immediately, his hands squeezed the orbs, kneading them, feeling them through their prison.  Fox leaned up and, not caring where her mouth had just been, kissed her. 

            His hands left her breasts and tried to find her bra clasp.  She shrugged them off, undoing the clasp—in the front—herself, before leaning in for another kiss.  Fox returned the kiss, as his hands reached up to grasp her now bared breasts.  Blake moaned as he squeezed them, fondled them.  He broke the kiss and pushed her back so he could lean forward and lick her breast.  He lapped the flesh around the nipple first, then circled her areola so she begged “Mi-Mi-Mis-ster . . .” then he lapped the hardened bud with his tongue and pulled it with his lips.  Then, he did the same to the other breast:  Lick, circle, lap, pull.

            Fox’s hand reached under her skirt to touch her black, satin panties.  She squirmed under his fingers, especially when he slipped his index finger under the fabric to touch her directly.  “Miss Belladonna,” he said.  “I think you’re more eager for this new position than you let on.”

            “Ha-hard to get a date when you’ve got a, a . . ..”

            “A poor, sick mother to take care of, I know,” he said, withdrawing his finger only to grasp the undergarment and pull it down.  “What would she say if she saw you know?” he asked, fingering her again.  "Selling your body to keep her well?"

            “She-e’d be so-o-o jealous!” Blake hissed.  “Oh fuck me, Mr. Alister!”

            Fox grinned.  “Yes, ma’am.”  Then he stood up and spun her around, and bent her over his desk.  Flipping her skirt up around her hips, he gripped her hips in one hand and lined his cock up with her opening with the other.  Then he pushed into her.

            “Uh!” she grunted.  Fox withdrew, then pushed forward again.  “Uh!  Uh!  Uh-uh-uh-uh . . .!”  Blake continued to cry as Fox picked up the pace, pumping in and out faster and faster.  Fox groaned himself as he moved in and out of his new “office assistant.”  Both characters had had a dry spell, and Fox was reveling in the way her wet earth gripped his hardness.

            Off-screen, Coco made the “change positions” signal frantically.  Not that doggy-style didn’t have its merits, but Blake's clothes kind of obstructed the view.  Thankfully, Fox heard her movements.

            The blind performer shifted his hands from his partner’s hips to her chest, leaning over, flush with her back before pulling her up.  Sitting back down in his chair, Fox began to kiss her neck as he pushed her up and down in his lap, his dick still buried within her pussy.  Blake must’ve begun helping him, because his hands left her hips to grab her breasts once more, kneading the flesh greedily.  Blake hissed and reached up with one of her hands to rake his hair.  Fox leaned over to whisper in her ear.  “This position’s a little uncomfortable. Mind if we go somewhere else?”

            Blake groaned.  “Follow me, sir.”

            She got up, legs only a little shaky and walked over to the couch.  The skirt fell as she walked, and she stepped out of it.  Blake shrugged off her blouse and jacket, then her open bra.  Then, she lay down on the couch, in her nude glory.  Coco felt a pang of sorrow that Fox couldn’t see the beautiful, sensual sight she made.  Legs spread, one arm draped over the couch, the other curled up by her head, her hair splayed out around her like liquid silk.  And her eyes, her golden, cat-like eyes burning with desire.

            Fox leaned down and kissed her.  Then, he took up position, situating himself somewhat behind her, holding her leg to his chest, sitting against the couch, he pushed back into fher.  Blake moaned as he renewed his assault on her sex, no doubt the new angle was doing pleasant things to her.  Fox reached under her body with one hand and grasped her breast.

            The new position must have been difficult for Fox, though because he soon changed again.  Pulling out, he straightened up so that he was half-kneeling between her legs.  He moved one over his shoulder, sliding up to be closer to her.  Blake reached down and spread her pussy with one hand, guiding back him into her with the other.  Fox slid in and resumed pumping in and out of her warmth.   His pelvis was now slamming against hers with every thrust. 

            "Rrr," Fox groaned.  "Are you on the pill?"

            Blake gasped.  "Pu-pull out, Mr. Alister.  Spill you seed all over my skin!  Mark your new whore!"

            Fox lost a beat at the statement, but recovered himself.  Slamming into her for another few seconds, making her cry out, before he pulled out entirely.  Both panted.  Shaking, Fox took his steely member in his hand stroked it with jerky motions.  Although he couldn't see it, Blake reached down and spread her lower lips.  Fox groaned as his lower head swelled and spurted, releasing his spunk on Blake's waist and groin.  The Faunus girl moaned.  Reaching down, she wiped some up with her left index finger, the right one idly rubbing the rest into her skin and pussy.  She licked her finger clean, purring as she did.

           Fox lay slouched against the couch, panting.  ". . . Miss . . . Belladonna," he said.  "After you leave, please send in Mr. Daichi.  I need to inform him he's . . . Being let go."

          "Yes, sir, Mr. Alister," Blake said.  "After all, an office assistant's job is to see to the boss' every need."


           (Prior to Filming Office Temptress Seduces Boss)

            Fox and Blake sat next to each other on the couch.  After Yang, they had decided to do an interview portion to each video, at least for the first appearances.  They wanted to make a point, that their stars were real people with personalities and opinions and character that made them even more beautiful than their physical appearance.  

           "How old are you?" Velvet asked.

            Blake smiled.  "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's not polite to ask a lady that question."  Coco snorted as Velvet stuttered behind the camera.  "I'll be 23 next month."

            "Have you done any modeling before?"

            "I spent a couple years as a stripper, does that count?"

            "What do you want out of your modeling career?"

            "A chance to do something different with my life."

            "What made you decide to do this scene?"

             Blake grinned, and Velvet immediately blushed and squirmed in her seat under the other Faunus' smoldering look.  Coco didn't blush, but she shift herself in her seat.  "I like to play," the cat-eared woman replied.

            "So do I," Fox added.

            Coco and Velvet looked at each other.  The producer affected a look of boredom; the camerawoman couldn't help but look nervous.  "We can work with that," Coco replied.

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Pyrrha had once again surprised everyone, as she was the first actress to request a threesome.  Coco asked if she was sure.  The ex-model had come to accept Pyrrha’s desire to shame her parents, but she was worried the girl was going from 0 to 60 with no time to spare.

“Coco, the only time I’ve had sex in the past was with a boy I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with,” the new star explained to her.

“That doesn’t help your argument,” Coco told her friend.

“. . . What I mean is,” Pyrrha struggled to say.  “I want to do this, but I’m not sure I can do something so personal again.”

“So you’re having sex with two guys at once hoping it’ll be less . . . intimate?” Coco asked.  Perhaps she her own sexual history had warped her views, but in Coco's mind, consciously trying for less intimate sex seemed like it was missing the point.

“Basically, yes,” Pyrrha replied.  “Not that I don’t understand there are people who can form relationships like that, it’s just . . .”

Coco shook her head.  She knew her only options were to either let Pyrrha go chasing after her ill-conceived rebound ideas, or facilitate them in a safe environment.  “If you’re sure, hun.”


Pyrrha sat between their company's newest finds, Sun and Neptune. Yang and Blake had met them at the club and invited the boys to join the team.  It wasn't exactly a hard sell: the prospect of getting paid to have sex with gorgeous women got the pair on board pretty quickly.  Convincing Coco and Velvet had been a little harder.  Coco naturally made them submit a medical exam to prove they didn't have any STDs as well as sitting them down for a long interview to make sure the two were reliable and could work with the rest of the crew.  Velvet had wanted to know the two weren't jerks who would give their company a bad name or their other employees a hard time.  Despite their . . . recruitment being less than impressive, the two were actually quite likeable.  Sun had awkwardly flirted with Blake, and Neptune had hit on all five women, but both had backed off when they'd been told to. 

Now was their chance to prove themselves.  Pyrrha had hesitated for a moment when asked about partnering up with the new guys, but had rallied herself before Coco could question her.  The invincible girl had a look in her eyes that said her decision was fixed and any attempt to change her mind would only make her more determined.  All the manager could do was stand back and let Pyrrha ride this train out until its end.  If Pyrrha changed her mind, they would do something else.  If she didn't, Coco was getting worried over nothing.

Pyrrha was the first of their auditioned ladies to get to use the bed on the "set" they'd assembled in the guest room of the house.  Not the main bedroom, of course--that was Velvet and Coco's.  Coco liked her employees/friends well-enough, but she drew the line at letting them rut in her bed.  The couch was bad enough.  Velvet probably would've died of shock, or from lack of sleep as she lay awake all night thinking about what other people had done under her sheets.  So, they used the spare, which lacked anything personal:  Just a bed (queen-sized), a standing lamp, and a couple of bedside tables, for convenience's sake. Velvet had occasional expressed concern at what they would do if they ever had a guest who needed to spend the night.  Coco replied that they would make sure the sheets were clean and not tell them If they didn't already know.  If they DID know, they'd probably be CBP actors and thus had "contributed" to the issue anyway.   Poetic justice, in her mind.

The new boys were worth lookin at, at least.  Sun looked like he'd stepped out of a surfer ad:  bronze-skinned, blonde, and well-muscled.  He wore an unbuttoned shirt which showed off his sculpted abs and pecks.  Like Blake, he was a Faunus, with a monkey-like tail sprouting from his backside. Neptune was human, though with his dyed-blue hair, a person could be forgiven for thinking otherwise.  He was fair-skinned and had closed his shirt over which he wore a red sweater.  He still cleaned up well, though.  Both were smiling, confident in their looks and abilities. 

Between them, Pyrrha (dressed in a crop top and a pair of sport shorts) looked just a bit shy, like a teenager alone in the car with her boyfriend for the first time.  Coco was reminded of just how young and inexperienced the famous girl really was, and once again, she considered calling it off.  The manager shared a look with her camerawoman.  Coco huffed, and Velvet offered a smile.  They both knew they couldn't make this decision for her.  It would only chip away at Pyrrha's unstable self-image and damage the dynamic they shared as actress and crew.  Pyrrha needed to make her own choices; all they could do was support her whatever the outcome.

"Action," Coco said.

"So, how old are you three?" Velvet asked.  First came the interview.  

"23," answered Pyrrha.

"Likewise," Neptune said with a smile.

"22," Sun said.  "Oh! But I'll be 23 in a few months!"  He added the last bit with the same desperation teenagers use to try to convince their peers that they're cool.

Have you done any modeling before?

"Only for product endorsements," Pyrrha said.  "Cereal boxes, things like that."

"This is my first time," Neptune said.  "But I promise, it won't be my last."  Coco couldn't be sure, but she thought she saw his smirk widen.

"Yeah, same here," Sun replied, trying to mimic his friend's cool affect.

What do you want out of your modeling career?

"I want . . . a chance to do something different with my life," Pyrrha said.  Apparently she'd been speaking with Blake.  Or had watched her movie.

"Yeah! Same with me!" Sun said, speaking up for once.

Neptune continued smirking.  It was amusing really, how desperate this guy was to impress folks who were more likely to be looking at Pyrrha, if only because of disbelief.  "I'm just trying to experience all life has to offer, babe."

What made you decide to do this scene?

Sun answered first this time, though not because he was any less flustered.  "I wanted to ease into it, you know.  There's less pressure when I'm not the only one."

"So he asked me if I was cool with it, and I said yes," Neptune answered with a shrug.

Pyrrha's cheeks reddened just a little. "I said I wanted to something different and, well, this is different."

 

At that, Sun leaned over and kissed Pyrrha's cheek.  The girl smiled and returned the favor.  Neptune leaned in kissed the back of her neck.  Pyrrha turned around and kissed his cheek too.  The blue-haired boy's smile widened, and he leaned in to kiss her lips.  Pyrrha's eyes widened, but she leaned in and returned the kiss.  Then she turned back around and did the same to Sun, reaching up to cup his head with her hand.  After it broke, the blonde boy leaned back and mouthed a "Woo!"

The two boys were now rubbing their co-star's thighs.  The trio continued trading kisses.  Pyrrha dragged her hand over the boys' chests and arms.  Neptune's hands slipped under her top to rub her stomach and the small of her back.  Pyrrha turned and kissed Sun who's hands reached up to rub her arms. His tail, meanwhile, loosely encircled her hips.

Neptune pulled the top up; Sun pulled Pyrrha's arm's up and broke the kiss so he could pull it up over her head.  Beneath the crop top, Pyrrha wore a pink bra. Pyrrha turned and kissed Neptune.  Sun, feeling daring, reached up and cupped her breasts.  He squeezed them through the bra, seemingly amused at how the cups and orbs changed under the pressure of his hands.  Pyrrha broke the kiss with Neptune to moan a little.  She reached back and undid the clasp, letting the bra slide down her arms and off her body.  Neptune reached forward again, now groping her bare breasts in his hands.  Pyrrha moaned as he played with them, rubbing their circumpherence with his hands before squeezing them.  Sun bent down and kissed one of her nipples.

Pyrrha yipped at the stimulation.  Reaching up with her hand, she cupped the back of the blonde's head and held it to her breast.  Sun didn’t complain, opening his mouth to take the delicious flesh into it, suckling greedily.  While his mouth did that his hand reached down and rubbed the front of her bike shorts, eliciting another moan from her.

Sun leaned back in spite of Pyrrha's hand.  "I don't know about you, Nep," he said, "but my pants are officially too tight right now."

 Neptune broke the kiss.  "I agree.  Let's do something about that, shall we?"

The two men withdrew from Pyrrha's embrace.  The redhead licked her lips, not knowing which way to look first.  Both men reached down and unbuttoned their pants.  Then unzipped.

Coco nodded in approval at the engorged dicks that popped out.  They didn't hold a candle to Yatsu's (then, again, what did?), but in her rather extensive experience in such things, they were of adequate size.

Pyrrha had only ever had sex with one person before now, so some awkwardness was to be expected.  Still, she reached out and grasped both cocks in her hands and began to stroke them. 

"Wow," Neptune said.

"Yea-ah," Sun said.  "Wo-wow."

 Pyrrha smiled at their reactions and sped up her movements, jerking her hand up and down on their shafts.  Sun threw his head back, groaning. Neptune reached over and groped her breast.  The redhead's breath hitched as her breast was squeezed and fondled by the blue-haired boy.  She let go of their cocks, smiling as they groaned at the loss.  "We're wearing too much," she said, standing up. 

Realizing what she was about to do, Coco made a spinning motion with her hand.  Grinning, Pyrrha did so.  Now, when she bent over, her tight, muscled butt was thrust towards the camera as she slipped her shorts down her waist. 

On the couch, Sun and Neptune were hastening to get out of their clothes.  It was obvious that, unlike Blake, neither man had ever been trained in the art of stripping.  Sun was pretty fast, shrugging out of his open shirt and yanking his open jeans and boxers off--after he remembered to remove his sneakers.  Neptune however hadn't planned that far ahead, wearing a buttoned-up shirt under a sweater plus shoes and socks.  Mr. Cool got his arms stuck in his sweater as he tried to yank it over his head.  Pyrrha laughed and sat back down, helping him pull it up and over his head.

"So?" She asked, stroking the pair again.  "What she would start with first?"

"I'm still not over your lips, Invincible Kisser," Sun said, before capturing them again with his own.  His hand moved up to capture her breast again, kneading the fleshy orb.  His tail reached around her to bat the other's nipple.

"Sounds like it's settled to me," Neptune said, scooting away a little.  Pyrrha broke the kiss to ask what he was doing but soon found out when Neptune gripped her. The waist and pulled her over.  Now she was lying on her side with her head in the blonde Faunus' lap.  Before she could do anything else, Neptune had already lifted her leg up and slipped his hard member inside her.

"Ghhh!" Pyrrha cried, not totally prepared for the intrusion.  Velvet swallowed.  Coco uncrossed her arms in case Pyrrha uttered the safe word, and she needed to do something ugly to the pretty boy.  But as the male began moving inside her, all Pyrrha said was "Well, that's one way to--ooh!--solve the problem."

Sun looked concerned, "Pyrrha, a--aah!"  Whatever he was about to say was cut off as Pyrrha licked the length of his shaft before pumping her fist around it.

"Inter-resting," Pyrrha mused, before shifting her body to engulf the organ in her mouth.

Sun groaned again, throwing his head back as his hand came up to dig into her hair, massaging her scalp as she blew him.  He didn't try to hold her in place though, letting her bob up and down on his manhood.  His tail creeped over her should to tease her nipple, tickling it with the apendage's short, stiff hairs.  Meanwhile, Neptune continued to ream her lower half, slapping against her with hard, rapid strokes.

Coco snapped her fingers to get their attention.  Two of the trio opened their eyes and saw her make the "change positions," signal.

Pyrrha withdrew Sun's manhood from her mouth and tried to move away from Neptune.  The blue-haired boy gave one last thrust into her, eliciting a gasp from Pyrrha before letting her go.

Now sitting up again, Pyrrha asked, "Swap?" 

"Works for me," Sun said, before helping her situate herself.  Now she was on her hands and knees in front of Neptune, who'd spun on the bed so he was facing his co-stars.  Pyrrha leaned forward and licked his manhood, tasting her own juices.  

"Hmm, that's different," she said.

"Good different, or bad different?" Sun asked as he rose to his knees behind her. 

"I'm sorry; that's confidential information," Pyrrha replied.  Then, she lowered her head and began sucking Neptune off as she just had Sun.  Behind her, the monkey Faunus shrugged.  He gripped her hips in one hand and guided his cock into her with the other.  

Pyrrha moaned around Neptune's dick as Sun moved within her. The Faunus fucked her with strong, steady strokes, gripping her hips with just the right amount of pressure.  He held her steady as his pelvis rocked against her tight buttocks.  The monkey-tailed boy groaned at the sensations of her pussy; she felt so good!  Neptune meanwhile grabbed her ponytail and began thrusting slightly in her mouth.

Pyrrha's mind was blanking at the sensations she was experiencing.  The thrusting of Sun's cock in her pussy. The taste of Neptune's precum in her mouth.  She was so close . . .

Sun leaned over her, using one of his arms to support himself, while the other, the one facing the camera, came up to massage her breast.  Pyrrha moaned around Neptune's cock.  Just as she was thinking she couldn't take anymore, The blonde's tail came up to her groin and performed its tickling trick again--on her clit.

it was too much; Pyrrha screamed as she came around Sun's manhood.  The feel of her climax triggered Sun's own.  He bit his lip as he shot string after string of cum into her passage.  To top it all off, Neptune's jerking increased, and he blew his load in her mouth.  Pyrrha swallowed as much ofnthe the salty mixture as she could before the slackening flesh fell from her mouth.

The trio flopped down on the bed.  Pyrrha continued to use her tongue to clean Neptune's dick while the blue-haired boy just lay back, moaning.  Behind her, Sun's rough but gentle hand kept playing with her breast while his tail absent-mindedly stroked her belly.


Velvet waited until they were editing Redheaded Amazon Has Threesome to broach the subject with Coco.  Her partner mostly quiet during the process, only occasionally shouting instructions like "Crop that ass!" or "More light on the junk!"  Coco wasn't a photographer, so she happily let Velvet take the lead on this sort of thing.

The short-haired girl had been silent for almost five minutes before Velvet found the courage to speak.  "Coco?" She asked, softly.

"Hmm?" The ex-model asked.

"How's Pyrrha?"

"A little sore.  Apparently, Neptune was a little rougher than she was used to."

". . . I don't think Neptune's going to fit in here very well," the rabbit Faunus said as she cleaned up a frame of Neptune screwing Pyrrha as she tried to get up.

"You mean the idiot needs to learn a thing or two about consideration for his partner before we invite him back," Coco said.  Velvet didn't hear anything in her voice that sounded like disagreement.  "I already asked Pyrrha what she thought of them.  She says she had a good time, but there was a noticeable difference in quality between the two.  Sun's a dumbass, but apparently he knows how to show a girl a good time.  Want me to ask him if he wants to do a one on one scene?" 

Velvet blushed.  Usually Coco handled all the casting details and such herself, letting her often-flustered girlfriend concentrate on the mundane technical details.  The camerawoman swallowed.  "If he's up for it," she said.

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Doing a Lesbian scene had been on the docket since Coco and Velvet had started their little enterprise.  The only issue was, finding a pair of girls willing to get frisky with one another.  Surprisingly, this question was partially solved with their very first hiring.  Yang had admitted, no declared, from the first that she was interested in playing with another girl on camera. 

Next came finding a suitable partner for the blonde bombshell.  Pyrrha had mentioned when she joined that she intended to work with a girl as part of her on-going plan to shame her parents by becoming "as slutty as possible," but Coco was reluctant to ask her friend to take such a big leap so soon, especially after the ordeal with Sun and Neptune.

So, she decided to ask Blake first.  As it turned out, the Cat Faunus was more than willing to mess around with Yang on camera.  The two women had interacted together off-stage and seemed to have a decent amount of chemistry.  The bombastic blonde and the reserved Faunus compliment each other well, too.


 The opening scene was one which suited both girls’ tastes.  Blake had once again asked to do a little roleplay, and Yang had been only too happy to oblige, even suggesting the scenario.  Sparing. 

The one downside to this little arrangement was one of staging:  the crew needed to find a suitable location to film.  Eventually they found an old wharehouse that was owned by a rental company that didn’t ask too many questions if you paid cash up front.  It was out of the way and spacious—after they had cleaned all the junk off the floor.  Mostly nails and screws (which Yang made numerous jokes about).  To the blonde’s credit, she had supplied the mats they used in the fight.  Neither Coco nor Velvet was terribly curious about why she had them.

Velvet:  What made you both want to do a Lesbian scene?

Yang: Why not?  Girls are awesome, right?

Blake: Agreed.  Women's bodies are different than men's, and women have a different feel and energy to them.

Yang: Definitely a different feel.

Velvet: I take it this isn't your first times with another girl, then.

Yang: Nah.  I've got almost as many girl notches in my scarf as boys.

Blake: I came to terms with my sexuality a long time ago.

Yang: Isn't that just the same thing as what I said.

Blake: Mine is less . . . perverted.

Yang: We're making porn!  How is any part of this NOT perverted?

Blake: Details.

Velvet: And what made you decide to perform this scene?

Blake: I enjoy pushing my acting skills.

Yang: She asked do a scene.  I asked if she knew how to fight.  She said "yes," and we had a scene.

Truthfully, there was probably a little more to it than that, but Velvet didn't get to ask.

"Action!” Coco called.

The two women walked out onto the mats.  They had donned matching black sports bras and bike shorts, the only difference being purple stripes on Blake’s and yellow stripes on Yang’s.  Both had wrapped their forearms and hands as well as their shins and feet in bandages and tied their hair back.  Adopting fighting stances, they paused.

One second passed.  Then two.  Three--

Suddenly, the pair exploded into action, charging forward to engage.  Yang opened first with a punch that scrapped Blake’s arm as the Faunus deflected it.  Said Faunus countered with a kick to the ribs that Yang blocked.  The two began dancing around each other, looking for an opening.

Coco was impressed.  The two women were dedicated to their craft; while the others had run around trying to find a location, the starlets choreographed the fight scene.  The business manager had taken self-defense classes prior to her parents’ accident (she had security, but given how often she was alone with people, they weren’t always to be relied on), so she had some basic understanding of what the pair were doing.  Velvet had started Tai-Chi so she wasn’t totally ignorant either.  Both could see how real it was.  The pair were following a set of predetermined movements, but they weren’t pulling the punches.  When Yang’s fist ploughed into Blake’s cheek, it really sent the Faunus reeling.  When Blake’s kick connected with Yang’s abs, the grunt the blonde let out as she hopped back wasn’t for show.

Yang swung her leg out in a wide kick.  Blake easily blocked it by brining her knee up.  The pair landed squared off against one another.  The Cat Faunus began hammering Yang's abs and ribs with a flurry of punches.  The blonde grunted but recovered.  Taking a step back, she dove forward, wrapping her hands around her enemie's middle.  The blonde was heavier than Blake, who had no choice but to fall backwards.  Slapping her hands out to the sides to break her fall.  Yang attempted to capitalize on her victory, pinning the dark-haired Faunus, but Blake was even more catlike than her ears suggested.  She twisted and bucked and somehow succeeded in reversing their positions.  Now Yang was on the bottom, and Blake was on top.

The blonde growled in challenge and lifted her head.  In response, Blake kissed her, hard on the mouth. 

Yang struggled for a moment, breaking her arm free as Blake leaned back.  Her partner grabbed the back of her head and forced her back down.  The two mashed their lips together, kissing deeply.  The black-haired Faunus' hands became tangled in the blonde's hair; the two broke apart again, moaning at  the sensations on their scalps.

Blake rose, straddling Yang's waist.  She yanked her sports bra up and over her head, tossing it to the side.  Yang sat up, wrapping her arms around her partner's back to hold her in place, while her mouth attacked the exposed breasts.  The blonde latched onto the nipple, biting it, making Blake cry out.  Yang leaned her head back, tugging the captured peak before releasing it and moving to the other one.  Biting it, and rolling it between her teeth.  Blake cried again, and Yang released it, biting her way up the breast, collarbone, and throat until she reached Blake's mouth and kissed her again.

The Faunus took hold of the other woman's bra,  reading the kiss to yank it over her head and tossing it away as she had done with her own.  She shoved the blonde back down, leaning forward as she took the masses of female flesh into her hands, squeezing and kneading them.   Opening her mouth, her tongue stretched out to lick the circle of the areola, then the nipple itself, before taking it into her mouth and sucking.  Yang threw her head back and groaned. 

The blonde rolled her onto her back.  Moving down, she grabbed Blake's shorts and tugged them down, panties included.  She forced the Faunus' legs apart and licked her lips.  Leaning forward, she began to devour the Cat Faunus' pussy.  

"AAAAAAAA!" Blake cried out, not exactly a moan, but not a sound of pain either.  She lifted her hips, pushing more into Yang's mouth.  Her hands found heir way into Yang's mane, tangling in it.  The blonde looked up at her with hooded eyes.  Her hands glided over the Faunus' silky thighs and cupped her butt, squeezing the toned cheeks.  Her tongue lapped at Blake's womanhood with strong motions, twisting in and around her passage, trying to taste every inch. Blake instinctively kicked her legs, but Yang maintained her position, only moving up to maneuver herself over Blake's clit.  The blonde's tongue swiped it a few times, making Blake buck even more, then fastened her teeth around it, sucking and licking at the same time.   

"YYYYYOOOOOWWWWWLLLLLLL!" Blake cried out, cat-like as she came. 

Yang lapped up the Faunus' sexual fluids as they flooded her passage.  Grinning, she lifted her head up and said "Like that, Sex Kitten?"

The room fell silent at those words. 

Velvet looked away from the camera to Coco.  Her girlfriend met her gaze.  Blake had made one stipulation when she’d signed onto CBP: She was never to be referred to in any way as an “Asian Sex Kitten.”  Velvet had immediately accepted and supported the idea, and it didn’t take Coco much thought to see why an Asian-American Cat Faunus might have some issues with that particular phrase.  The manager opened her mouth to give the Cut! order.

To their surprise, though, Blake just smiled.  "Come here," she said.  She crunched up and grabbed the blonde, pulling her down.  Yang, surprised at the action, offered no resistance as the Cat Faunus pulled her into a kiss. 

The two made out on the mats, Blake somehow finding the strength to roll the over so she was on top.  She broke the kiss and gave a predatory grin to the blonde beneath her.  "I really don't like that phrase," she said lying back so she was on her side beside Yang.

"What phrase?" The blonde asked, somewhat addled as Blake began to run her hands over her body.

"Sex Kitten.  It's so . . . domestic" she said, one of her arms nestling under the blonde's shoulders, her palm gliding up to a breast.  "Submissive. I'm no kitten, Yang."  Blake's other hand gliding down her partner's abs to her shaven crotch. "I'm a tigress."  The hand at the breast gripped its prize.  "I'm a predator, and you, Dear Yang," her grin widened, showing off very white, very sharp-looking teeth, "you are my prey."

Blake thrust her first two fingers into Yangs's folds, immediately pumping them in and out.  He other hand squeezed and tugged the blonde's generous breast.  Yang threw her head back at the surprise stimulation.  Blake's smile widened as she took in the sight.  

"You like this, don't you, Yang?  I saw your first movie, Blonde Slut With Big Tits Loves Cream Pie!  A pretty good description of you, but you enjoy other things, too, don't you?" A third finger entered her victim.  

"Yeah!" Yang ground out.

"You enjoyed making out with me, didn't you?"  Blake's thumb found Yang's clit.

"Yea-ah!"  Yang's eyes rolled back.

"You enjoyed eating me out, swallowing my juices, didn't you?"  The upper hand now squeezed the nipple between its thrush and forefinger, drawing another cry of pleasure.

"Ye-e-e-s-s-s-s!"

Blake leaned in "And you really enjoy what I'm doing to you now, don't you?" she asked, licking the unattended nipple.

"Ye-ES!" Yang cried as Blake's teeth nipped at her tit before fastened around it. Sucking it with her lips, worrying it with her teeth, lashing it with her tongue.  All while three--no, four--Faunus fingers stretched her passage, and a Faunus thumb began rubbing her clit.

It was all too much for the poor blonde.  Yang came, howling like a bitch in heat as she soaked Blake's fingers with her climax. The Cat Faunus released her breast (the one in her mouth, at least.  Her hand kept a for grip on the other) and brought her soling fingers up to her mouth.  She licked them clean one at a time.  

Yang looked up at her adoringly.  Blake smiled again, a real smile now, not a feral grin, and bent her head one last time to hive the blonde a quick kiss.


“I’m sorry.”

Blake cocked her head.  She'd just stepped out of the guest bathroom at Coco and Velvet's house, the pair having offered the starlets the use of their shower to wash up after shooting Black and Blonde Brawl (Yang's name, not Coco's.  Coco insisted she would come up with something better).  Yang was standing in the doorway, wearing a bathrobe and looking awkward.  “You already said that,” the Faunus replied.

Yang shrugged.  “I know, but . . . I am.  It was a dumb thing to say, and I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me.  I’m not . . .”

“That kind of girl?” Blake asked.

Yang laughed, though it was a touch forced.  “Ooh!  Good one.  I’ll have to remember that.” 

Seeing she was about to become sereious again, Blake cut her off.  “Yang, I know what kind of person you are.  I’ve seen you with Velvet and Sun, and now I’ve had sex with you.  You’re not hostile or hateful, and you don’t look down on anyone.  At least, anyone who hasn’t earned it,” she said, recalling how Yang had handled an annoying bartender at one of the clubs they’d visited.  “You’re just . . . a little insensitive.”

“Gee thanks. That’s so much better.”

Blake shook her head.  “It is; I’m sure there’s plenty of girls who wouldn’t mind being called a . . . ‘sex-kitten.’  Some might even enjoy it.”

“But you’re not one of them,” Yang said.  “And I should have been more careful before just giving you names.”

Blake smiled.  “So now you’re more aware, and you’ll be more careful.”  Finished with her hair, she hung up the towel.  “Bathroom’s all yours.”

“Thanks,” Yang said.  “Hey, Blake, you, ah, you want to get something to eat?”

Blake stopped to look over her shoulder at her co-star.  “Are you asking me out?”

Yang grinned, her confidence returning.  “Only if you want me to.”

Blake paused.  “I would,” she said.

“Awesome!” Yang said.  “Wait, would like to get something to eat, or would you like me to ask you out?”

Blake smiled and gently pushed Yang through the door.  “Just don’t think you can get in my pants with a few drinks and a cheesey pick-up line, Miss Xiao-Long.”  Pausing to bat her eyes at the blonde, she said.  “I’m not that kind of girl.”  Then she closed the door on the blonde, who was laughing her (very nice) ass off.  The Cat Faunus was still smiling. It felt good to flirt again, really flirt.  She wouldn't be adverse to dating--really dating--Yang, either. Regardless of how things worked out between the two of them, her life felt like it was finally back on track.

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It was never Coco's intention to have Pyrrha perform with a new pair two shoots in a row, but that was how it worked out.  In fairness, though, she hadn't foreseen Lie Nora Valkyrie when she'd set up the company.

"So now we're running an escort service," the woman said as she slammed the last of her drink.  "First porn, now hookers. Wherever they are, my parents have got to be so disappointed in me."

"It's not really prostitution is it?" Velvet asked, nursing her own beverage.  The alcohol was making her more emotional, and the already timid Rabbit-eared girl's eyes were darting to the door then the windows and back again, as though she expected a S.W.A.T. team to come bursting through at any minute.

"We're paying a girl to has sex with folks, I think that counts," Coco snarked.  Looking at her lover, she quickly changed her tune.  "Don't worry, Bun-Bun; we aren't doing anything illegal.  Ren and Nora only paid us to audition; they got their sex tape, and now they're under contract.  So we're paying THEM to act out their sexual fantasy. And Pyrrha, well this is her job anyway."

Velvet shook her head.  "Somehow that doesn't make me feel better, Coco."

The ex-model shrugged.  "Gotta admit, I've never exactly understood the difference between porn star and prostitute.  Maybe cuz I spent seven years being one."

If Velvet hadn't been tipsy she never would have even considered doing what she did next.  She swung her hand back and smacked Coco on he back of the head.  It was harder than she meant to, but so sloppy it hardly mattered.  "Coco Adel," she said, "don't you talk about yourself like that."

"What?" Coco asked, rubbing the spot Velvet had hit her.  "You know it's true, Vels.  I slept with anyone who could get me a better job.  I was a shameless whore."

"And I was a bitch!" Velvet shouted.  When Coco opened her mouth to interrupt her, she went on.  "I let everyone walk all over me and push me around for jobs.  If one of them had told me spread my legs for them, I probably would have!  I practically wore a collar!"

"That's not the same," Coco tried.

"Yes it is!  You know why?  Because it's in the past!  It's who we were, not who we are, and there's no reason to hang onto it!"  

". . . I guess you're right, Cottontail," Coco admitted, running a hand over her head.  She winced as she touch the spot Velvet had hit.

"Are you hurt?" Velvet asked.  "Oh my gosh!  You're hurt.  I hurt you.  I'm a domestic abuser.  Oh, my gosh."  She yanked her ears down and used them to cover her face.

Coco snorked.  "Please, Cottonhands, you couldn't hurt a fly with love taps like that."  Seeing her girlfriend still shuddering, Coco became more serious.  "I'm fine, Velvet. Seriously."

Velvet peaked around one ear.  "You're not hurt."

"I'm not hurt."

"And you're. . . not mad at me?"

"It takes more than that to set me off," Coco affirmed, taking the other woman into her arms and hugging her.  "Now, what say we forget all this and celebrate like the pair of ex-whores we are."  Velvet looked up at her confused.  "You run upstairs and run the bubble bath and grab your I-Pad, Bun.  I'll make the popcorn.  We're gonna binge Netflix until we fall asleep to it."

"You shouldn't fall asleep in the bathtub, Coco," Velvet said, smiling.

"We'll get out and watch the TV.  Maybe even make pruney-skinned love by on-screen candlelight."

Velvet grinned.  "Can we watch iZombie?" She asked.

"Sure, I've always wanted to have sex with a wrinkly girl while folks are eating brains in the background," Coco said with a grin.  


"Bring back memories?" Coco asked.  Pyrrha.  The pink bathrobe-clad athlete smiled in reply.  Along with her new co-stars, the redhead sat on the edge of the tub in the bathroom.  The same tub she'd shot her audition video on (in the shower cube, Fox had once again been drafted as "bounce holder").  The same tub Velvet and Coco had enjoyed the night before, but they weren't sharing that information.

Velvet started filming the interview section of the film. 

"We already know Pyrrha's age how about you two?"

"25," Nora said.  She too wore a pink bathrobe, albeit one brighter and fluffier than her co-stars'.

"23," her husband replied, throwing Velvet for a loop; he was the younger one? The Asian-American man looked positively regal, despite the mint-green bathrobe and the dyed pink streak of hair.  The couple was living proof that opposites did attract.  As well as the fact that maturity had nothing to do with age.

"What made you want to join us?" she asked.

The man, Lie Ren Valkyrie sat between the women with his arm around his wife's shoulders.  "Nora and I discovered your company about a month ago.  We've enjoyed your work."

"We saw Pyrrha, and I said 'she's perfect!' didn't I Ren?  I did.  I said she's perfect, and we have to meet her!"

"Yes, you did," the man said, cutting her off with an ease that suggested he had a lot of experience in such matters.  "Nora and I like to get a partner to join us occasionally."

"And we saw her movies and she was SO hot!  And then we auditioned, mostly for fun, but we got offered a contract, and said we could work for you, and if we work for you we could request what we do and who we do it with so, I thought 'Hey!  Let's ask that perfect, hot girl if she wants to have sex with us!'  And then we did, right, Ren?"

"That's more or less what happened," her husband replied.

"Right . . ." Velvet said.  Even with an extra pair of inhumanly sharp ears, she wasn't sure she'd heard all that.  "And what about you, Pyrrha?"

The former athlete (blushing slightly under the praise) shrugged a little. "I've said before, I want to do different things with my life. I've never had sex with a woman before, or joined a couple.  But, I am curious, about what it's like, and having her husband here actually makes it a little less awkward."

"Thank you," Ren said, humbly.

"You're welcome," Pyrrha said with only slight hesitation.

"I feel like you might have already answered this, but what do the two of you want out of your modeling career?"

"To meet new people," Nora replied.  "And have fun sex with some of them."

Ren nodded in agreement.

Velvet and Coco shared a look.  Nora was using them to fulfill her sexual fantasies AND make new friends?  "Action," Coco said, rubbing the bridge of her nose.  Hiring this girl was a necessity for the company and its employees, but they better be grateful for what their boss was enduring on their behalf.

The "action" command was a little premature.  Before they could begin shooting the sex, they first had to fill the bath up, about halfway.  This made certain the water was still warm when they got in, as well as giving Fox a couple minutes to rest his arm; holding a bounce for the entire length of a shoot had gotten no more fun than it had been last time.  The hot water was basically a counter-point to the low setting on the air conditioning, which would do interesting things to skin when it was bared for the camera.  The first thing Nora did as the filming began was to kiss her husband, then get up and walk around to Pyrrha's other side.  Once again, America's Former Sweetheart (Or maybe she still was, just for a different reason) sat, blushing like a virgin, between her two lovers-to-be.  Ren slowly, delicately, cupped her chin with his fingers, gently turning her head towards his own.  He slowly leaned in and kissed her.  Pyrrha returned the kiss.  It was unchaste, but also unhurried, a steady massage of lips on lips.  She felt his tongue brush against her mouth and opened it, letting him in to explore.

The two had closed their eyes, but they both knew when Nora joined in, as Pyrrha moaned into Ren's mouth.  The carrot-haired woman had leaned over and kissed Pyrrha's cheek, then her jaw, then down her neck.  Strong feminine hands undid the not around the taller woman's robe, letting it dangle loosely around her frame.  Nora reached up and pulled the top back to expose her the athlete's chest.  Pyrrha groaned as she felt for the first time a woman reach up and squeeze her breasts.  She moaned again as Ren let go of her chin to reach between her legs.  Pyrrha actually broke the kiss as his index and middle fingers wiggled  past her delicate petals.  Pushing into her passage, feeling her dampening walls.  His thumb coming up to brush her hood.

Nora smiled and stood up, her husband joining her.  The two untied and opened their robes.  Too aroused to be embarrassed, Pyrrha looked with appreciation as the two exposed themselves.  Ren was tall and lean, built like a runner or a swimmer unlike the broad, bronzed Sun.  His manhood seemed smaller than the others, but it wasn't fully hard yet.  Nora was curvy:  big breasts, wide hips, with a soft tummy.  Between her legs grew an trimmed patch of hair as bright as on her head.  

The pair lifted her to her feet.  Splash.  Embarrassment returned when Pyrrha realized her robe hand dipped into the bathtub And was now dripping all over the floor.  Her partners just smiled at her, helping her out of the now dampened garment.  Ren leaned in and kissed her again, quick this time.  Then Nora pulled her over and kissed her as well.  Pyrrha hesitated for a moment before returning the kiss.  It was awkward, as first times are, but Nora was patient, hugging the other woman loosely.  It was not a constricting embrace, but it was close, close enough for Pyrrha to feel naked breast on naked breast, nipples rubbing against one another, thighs hesitantly brushing groins.

While he watched his lovers embraced, Ren stepped into the tub, sitting down on the corner.  The two women came up for air, letting go of Pyrrha but for her hand, Nora led her into the tub.  She began kissing her husband, deeply now, showing how much the two loved and desired one another.  Ren's hands ran over her:  breast, ribs, belly, hips, buttocks, thighs, pussy, and back up.  Nora's free hand cupping back of his head.  Pyrrha was lost for a moment, admiring the pair as they touched and kissed.  Realizing she should do something, she bent down in front of Ren, taking his member into her mouth.

Velvet had to do some intersting camera work to capture it all:  Pyrrha sucking Ren's dick, bobbing up and down on it, Ren gasping before one hand abandoned Nora to rub the athlete's neck and shoulders, and  Nora's thumb stroking the back of Pyrrha's hand.

Nora lifted Pyrrha by the hand, gently pulling her up.  Ren moved over so he was more centered on the edge of the tub.  Now there was no doubt that his length was . . . lacking compared to the others.  His wife didn't seem to mind one bit though, as she positioned herself above it and lowered her hips, allowing Pyrrha to manipulate the cock into her snatch.  Ren's hands found their way to her hips, lifting her up before slamming her back down with a satisfying smack.  He lifted her again and smacked! her down again.  And again.  And again.  And again . . .  

"Yeah!  Yeah!  Ye-ah!" Nora grunted as her husband fucked her.  Pyrrha watched, once more spellbound by the sight of the lovers.  She watched Ren's dick disappeared and partially emerged from Nora's cunt, wet with his wife's juices and her spit.  An idea seized her, and, before she had time to question it, she leaned forwarded and licked the place the couple joined.  Licked the length of Ren's cock as it emerged from within Nora.   Licked Nora's pussy.  Nora cried out, and Pyrrha, pleased with the reaction and feeling daring did it again.  

Nora pulled Pyrrha up so the redhead sat on the edge of the tub.  Nora pulled her forward a little, and Pyrrha bent down, her face in front of Nora's bountiful breasts.  A long forgotten instinct from childhood reawoke in Pyrrha and she opened her mouth to suck the offered teat.  She was fascinated with the small piece of flesh, experimenting with it as boys had experimented with her own nipples.  She tugged and squeezed it between her lips, nibbled it and pinched it with her teeth, and her tongue lapped it and traced every microbe of its surface.  She released only once, for an instant, as Nora finally let go of her hand so that her own could reach down to the other woman's pussy lips and began grindingly her palm against it.  

"OOOOOOHHHHHH!  Yes!  Yes! Yes, yes yes!" Nora cried as she came.  Ren let her settle into his lap, panting.  The couple sat still for a moment or so, before Nora leaned back and kissed Ren.  It was brief, broken by the whine of their other partner.  They looked over to see Pyrrha rubbing herself against Nora's now still hand.

The woman stood up off her husband's cock, wobbling a little.  He was still rock hard.  "It's your turn, Pyrrha" she said.  The reply was another whine as she removed her hand from the athlete's crotch. The couple maneuvered her until she was lying on the side of the tub.  Nora picked up her fluffy robe and bundled it into a makeshift pillow. They lay Pyrrha's head down on it. 

Pyrrha looked up to see Nora straddling her.  The carrot-haired girl lowered herself, placing her hands above Pyrrha's head so she didn't put her wait on her lover's face.  Pyrrha felt the coarse, bright orange pubic hairs against her face, then her tongue as she opened her mouth to take her first real taste of a woman.  As she did so, Ren was wrapping her legs around his waist, as he entered her.  Pyrrha gasped into Nora's cunt.  Ren's movements were like a massage for her passage.  His small cock shifiting in angles and force to hit her in a pleasant variety of places.  With a pleasant variety of pressure.  The redhead settled into her task in earnest, lapping Nora's juices as they flowed into her mouth, her breath occasionally catching when Ren hit a particularly sensitive space or when he reached up to grasp her breast.  She tried to make Nora feel as good as she did, but it was too late; she was much too turned on by now.  Pyrrha cried into Nora as she came. 

Ren slowed down, but he didn't stop, continuing to thrust into her as she came, and then continuing even more.  Thrusting into her sensitive, quivering pussy as she pleasured his wife.  Pyrrha doubled her efforts, hoping that enthusiasm would make up for inexperience.  The athlete cried out again as Ren placed his hand on her groin and began massaging her clit with his thumb.  As she moaned under the stimulation, she felt rather than saw Nora raise one of her hands up and knew the carrot-haired woman was groping her own breast. 

"Nora," Ren groaned.

"Come in her," Nora cried, knowing her husband well.  "Come inside; I want to lick your spunk from her pussy!  But make sure she comes first, Ren!  Make su-UUUURRRRREEEEE!"

Pyrrha drank Nora's orgasm as it fell on her face.  It was an odd, bitter flavor, but she loved the feel of it on her tongue.  Slutty girl that she was--or tried to be--she was determined to swallow all over her partner's release. 

Nora half climbed and half fell off of her, collapsing back into the tub.  Pyrrha was little better as Ren's manipulations finally proved too much for her.  She came around his cock with a cry, one he echoed as he surrendered and released his own seed deep into he womb.    Ren let Pyrrha's legs down gently, slouching back against the shower cube.  Pyrrha was left panting, her only coherent thought being that whoever said size mattered had never met Ren when she felt something wet against her over-stimulated pussy.  Her eyes focusing, she saw it was Nora, bent over her.  The other woman was indeed licking her husband's cum from her.

Pyrrha moaned as Nora took her meal.  "Mmmmm," her loved said.  "You two taste wonderful mixed together."


After the shoot, the trio were too tired to get out of the tub.  Just as well, they were filthy anyway.  Nora had politely asked the other three to leave so they could drain the tub and run a real bath.  This was turning out to be a day full of firsts for Pyrrha.  Not only had she just had sex with a married couple, one of them a woman, she was now sharing a bath.  Having no siblings, she'd never shared a bath with anyone.  Certainly not her ex.

"Hhhhhmmmm," the redhead moaned.  Nora was rubbing her back.  The young woman was surprisingly strong, and her hands were rapidly turning Pyrrha's brain into melted jello.  As well as removing the sweat and such.  "How'd you get to be so good at this?" she asked.

"Ren taught me," the carrot-haired girl answered, her voice a little off as Ren was giving her back a rub too.  A much more intimate one than Pyrrha was getting.  Odd, despite having just had sex and insisting on sharing the bath, neither of the two had made any sort of sexual move on her.  "Hey, Pyrrha," Nora said.  "You seem like a pretty cool person."

". . . Thank you," Pyrrha replied, confused.

"Do you like shopping.  I do, sometimes you know depending on what I'm buying.  I don't think Ren likes it so much, cuz I walk a lot, and he doesn't have much stamina, except when it comes to sex, he has plenty for that.  Oh!  And I like this pastry shop that sells these delicious little--"

"Nora," Ren said, cutting her off.

"Anyhoo," Nora said.  "You want to hang out some time?"

"Hang out?" Pyrrha asked.

"Yeah, I said we wanted to make friends, didn't I?  You're fun and nice and I think we'd get along pretty well.  We don't have to have sex if you don't want to.  Of course, I wouldn't mind having sex with you again, and Ren and I are definitely going to masturbate to this movie, but if you don't want to . . ."

"Just as friends," Pyrrha said.  "I'd like to hang out with you both as . . . just as friends."

"Great!"  Nora said.  "Remind me to give you our cell numbers.  And is there anything you want for your birthday?  CDs?  Sports equipment?  Sex toys?"

"Nora!" Pyrrha cried. 

"What?"  Nora asked.  "We did just have sex; you don't need to be awkward about that sort of stuff with us, Pyrrha."

"Sorry," Ren said, sounding very tired.  "You get used to her, I promise."

Pyrrha might have shuddered a little in spite of the hot water.


Coco jabbed the clicker on her mouse, deleting yet another bastard's email.  The ex-model was experiencing the down-side of  hiring Ren and Nora.  She acknowledged that the couple had made a pair of VERY erotic videos that were selling well.  She could even possibly like them for befriending Pyrrha and bringing the girl out of her shell.  But they had also made her job about a hundred times harder.  

SO many idiots were writing in "audtion"  letters that clearly were nothing more proposals for sex with the actresses (and occasionally the actors).  At least Nora and Ren had signed a contract and made it clear they were looking to have an ongoing relationship with the company.  Heck, they spent time with the other actors platonically, helping to bring their perverted crew closer. 

Velvet sat down next to her.  "Do you regret it?" she asked.

"Regret what?"

"Hiring Nora and Ren?" the Faunus explained.  "Don't get me wrong; they're great, but if they're . . ."

"They're not the fucking problem," Coco growled.  "It's the rest of the Human and Faunus races that are."  The pair were silent for a moment.  "I need to write a warning or something in the CONTACT page.  Something along the lines of "WARNING, trying to sign on just to have sex is strictly forbidden. Repeated violators will be banned from the sight!"

"That might make it harder to hire new people, though," the rabbit-eared girl said.

"I know," Coco replied.  "I'm not sure how to ban people anyway.  We'd have to call up the bank or the webmaster or someone, and I don't think I'd have the time."

". . . Do you think the others are getting these . . . proposals, too?" Velvet asked.

"Probably," Coco replied.  "I'll call a staff or whatever meeting to talk about it."  She rubbed her eyes.

"Want me to get the bubble bath and IPad?" Velvet asked.

Coco smiled.  "We just used the tub as a set, Bun-Bun."  

"I asked Yatsuhashi to clean it," Velvet replied.

"You did?  How much did that cost?"

"He asked me to see if Yang wanted do another movie with him.  She said yes, by the way."

Coco could only stare for a moment at her meek, blushing girlfriend.  ". . . All right, then.  Bring on Season 2."

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Yang had been perfectly happy to do a second scene with Yatsuhashi.  "OH YEAH!  Bring it on!" had been her exact words when Velvet had broached the idea to her.  

That was all the Rabbit-eared Faunus knew of the matter.  Yatsu hadn't described his ideas for the scene with her, so she left it up to the pair themselves to work out.  Coco, being Coco, had tried to weasel it out of both of them and failing at that, had then tried to get Fox and Blake to spill the beans on their friends.  No luck.  "Fine," she said, "But don't expect us to cover the costs for something we don't know about!"  Petty, perhaps, but the ex-model hadn't quite purged her vindictive streak yet.


As it turned out, Coco ultimate was wasted because the pair didn't need to buy anything for their second scene.  They even decided to film it on the same couch they had the first time.  "For old times' sake," Yang claimed.  Privately, Coco wondered if they had watched Pyrrha's newest movie.  Probably.

Much like their first time together, there was no real story to events; the two basically walked into the room and began to make out and strip.  Yatsuhashi pulled Yang's shirt up over her head before removing his own.  The embraced, mashing her bra-covered chest into his bare abs (Yatsuhashi still towered over Yang after all) as they kissed.  Breaking apart, Yatsu kneeled down and bent over (a necessity given his height) and unbuttoned her jeans before pulling them down.  Yang reached back and undid her bra; as she stepped out her jeans, she let it fall, exposing her generous breasts.  Yatsu stood up again and again, the two embraced, now mashing Yang's bare breasts into his abs.  Again, they broke apart.  This time, Yang bent down and undid his jeans.  Unlike her partner, however, she tugged the boxers down with them, exposing Yatsuhashi's hardening dick.  Licking her lips, she reached up to wrap her hand around the massive member, before taking him into her mouth.  Yatsuhashi groaned a little as she worked over his length.  Unlike before, however, Yang wasn't satisfied with just bobbing her head back and forth on him.  Instead, she removed her mouth and began to lick him, running her tongue all over every inch of his cock, even spitting on it, as though she was trying to get it as wet as possible. 

She released him, and Yatsuhashi stepped out of his jeans. As he did so, Yang grabbed her own panties, shimmying out of them as she stood up.  This time, they stayed apart, eyeing each other appreciatively.  Yatsu bent over and Yang leaned in for a quick kiss on the lips, before climbing onto the couch, knees under her, her breasts resting against the arm.  Yatsuhashi settled himself behind her generous butt.  He groped the buttocks as though they were breasts.  Squeezing them, kneading them, spreading them apart . . .

Coco and Velvet finally figured out what the two were doing.

 Yang moaned as Yatsu gently probed her puckered hole with his middle finger.  It was the first thing to penetrate the ring of flesh, and it would probably be the biggest.  His enormous hands held her ass cheeks spread for the camera.  Cautiously, he continued to work her tightest hole with his finger earing more moans from the blonde woman.  Withdrawing to the first knuckle, he began to work the tip of his index finger in as well.

“Oooooohhhhh, yeah.  I think I’m ready, Big Boy,” Yang said.

Yatsuhashi smiled.  “I just want to make sure you’re ready for me.  I don’t want your first time to be regrettable,” he said, continuing to stretch her out.

“Always . . . the gentleman . . . But I don’t want a gentleman right now . . . I want a rough one . . . A big one.”  Yang twisted her head to look him in the eye.  “Give it to me, Big Boy.”

“As the lady wishes,” Yatsu said, withdrawing his fingers.  Still spreading her buttocks with his other hand, he gripped his sturdy but lubricated member and slowly guided it in.

“UUUUUHHHH!” Yang groaned.  “Yeah!” 

Yatsu continued to push his way into Yang’s fresh channel.  Finally, he hilted her.  Gripping her hips in his big hands and pulled out.  Yang groaned as she felt the large phallus slide out of her.  But, he stopped before he had fully removed himself from her, then thrust back in.  Then pulled back, then thrust in.  Back, in.  Pull.  Thrust.  Pull, thrust.  Pull-thrust.  Pullthrust.  Pullthrust, pullthrust, pullthrustpullthrustpullthrust . . .

“Ooooohhhh!”  Yang’s resounding over the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.  She reached back and rubbed her shaven mound.  It wasn’t that she wasn’t enjoying herself.  Quite the opposite in fact.  She was enjoying herself too much. Her every nerve was lighting up and she needed to let it out somehow.

Yatsu himself was groaning at the tightness that surrounded his cock.  Yang's cunt had been pleasurable, but this was a whole other level.  If it hadn't been for her pleasant cries, he'd worry he was hurting her.  Lifting one his hands from her hips, he reached up and groped one of Yang’s breasts.  Squeezing the soft flesh in his hands, feeling her hard nipple dig into his palm.  Judging from her moans, Yang enjoyed it too.

Off-stage, he noticed Coco give the “change positions” signal.

“Your turn,” he grunted to Yang, as he picked her up and spun around. 

“Gah!” Yang cried.  “Oooooh!” she added as he settled back down, now lying on his back, with Yang sitting up.  “Right,” she said.  Bracing her hands behind her, as she had done in their first video together, Yang began to bounce up and down on his cock.  She moaned at the pressure within herself, at the knowledge of how sexual she looked:  plentiful breasts bouncing, hair wild, face contorted in pleasure, pussy glistening with arousal.

Yatsu’s hands gripped her sides, first, then slowly slid up to grasp her breasts.  Yang moaned as he squeezed them, lifted them. tugged them.  His middle and index fingers found their way to her nipples, pinching and pulled them while his thumbs rubbed the areolae.  "Oh, yeah," she said. "Yeah . . . that's the stuff.  Oooooooh!  Keep it u-UP!" she demanded as she used Yatsu's thick cock to massage her deepest walls.

Suddenly, Yatsu withdrew from her, drawing a cry of disappointment from the blonde.  Rolling them around, the giant repositioned them so the Yang was now facing him.  Lying under him, he placed the small over her back atop a pillow.  Her legs were pulled up, flush against his chest and shoulders.  Gripping his member in his hand, he pushed back into her tightest hole.  Yang made a sound that was half-moan and half-sigh.  Then, Yatsu returned to the task of rocking his hips again.  In and out, his pelvis slapping against her buttocks.

Yang reached down with one hand and began to rub her sopping pussy.  "O-O-O-O-H!" she groaned. 

Yatsuhashi stared at the sight.  He leaned forward slightly to fondle her breast.  "Are you . . . close?" he gasped.

"A little . . ." Yang groaned.

"Your . . . stamina's . . . grown . . . Last time . . . you came . . . easily."

"I bou-bought a bigger dil-do," the blonde replied.  "Oh!"

Yatsu gasped.  "I'm . . . close . . Yang,"

"COME INSIDE ME!" she cried.  "I can take it!  OOOH!  I LOVE CREAMPIES!"

"Uuuuuhhhhhh!" Yatsu groaned, slamming into her with jerky motions.

"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!"  Yang cried as she rubbed herself harder, coming along with her partner.

Yatsuhashi caught himself against the couch as he fell over.  Panting for a few moments, he pulled his slacking member from Yang.  His sperm dripped out of her puckered hole. 


Later that night, Velvet and Coco sat at the computer, editing Blonde Slut With Big Tits Loves Anal Cream Pie (once again, Yang's suggestion).  Coco was being silent.  Velvet was a little disturbed.  Coco always let her take the lead in editing, but the ex-model usually had her own opinions and was never shy about expressing them.

As Velvet was editing the light on the final position, Coco finally broke her silence.  "Hey, Velv?" she said.

"Yes, Coco?"

". . . Do you ever think--"

"Not on your life," the Faunus said.  "If you want to do that" she blushed but managed to keep a straight face, "you can ask Nora and Ren.  That's an exit only for me."

"All right.  All right," her girlfriend said.  "I get the idea . . ."  Silence reigned as Velvet continued her editing.   "But, just for the record . . ." Coco admitted, a note of actual embarrassment creeping into her voice.  "It isn't for me.  If you wanted to . . ."

Velvet blushed even darker.

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Coco was forced to admire the way Blake dealt with her problems.  Direct.  Strait forward.  She didn't try to run.  When she announced at the staff meeting that she was getting solicitations from people who seemed to think the actresses were prostitutes, Blake apparently took that as inspiration for her next movie. 

Velvet was kneeling down in front of the bed.  They were shooting in the guest bedroom instead of the bathroom, but were working with some tricky angles.  Especially because they'd need a majority of the space for the planned action.

"What made you decide you wanted to do this scene?" she asked.

Blake replied, "It's hot.  Besides, during my stripper career, there was a time I was scared I would end up a prostitute."  She shrugged.  "Now, I'm . . . curious, I guess.  I've been thinking about this and thought I should explore it."

"And why did you choose Sun as your partner?"

"He seems like a nice guy, and I already have something else planned for Fox and I's second time."  She finished with a smile that made Velvet feel all tingly inside.  Not to mention blush dark red.

"Right  .  .  . And the . . . ending?" Velvet asked.  The ending she couldn't talk about because Sun didn't know and would be a surprise.  The ending she couldn't talk about because it was much, MUCH too embarrassing."

Blake smiled again.  "I like it when that happens; you might have guessed from my first video with Fox.  It makes me feel so sexual."

Coco decided it was time to begin.   Before her girlfriend passed out. "Action!" she called.

 


Blake reclined in a robe on the bed.  The guest bedroom had been rearranged to look more like a motel room, not difficult thanks to the already generic furnishings; they'd simply added an ice bucket, and gotten the boys to haul the TV in from Coco and Velvet's room to set in on the dresser, under the understanding that if the actors broke it, they were paying for it.  The Monkey-tailed boy had complained more that he had to wear a suit for the opening moments of the scene.  A knock was heard on the door.  Blake got up and approached it.  To really sell the idea of the hotel room, they had glued a googly eye to the door to simulate a peephole. 

She opened the door to reveal the suit-wearing male Faunus.  "Hello," he said, looking nervous.  As though this was his first time doing such a thing.

"Good evening," Blake replied, through hooded eyes.  

"Are you a cop?" he asked.  "Because, it's the law you have to tell me if I ask."

Blake laughed.  "No, I'm not a cop, although I have worn the uniform before.  Are you a cop?"

"No," Sun said, blushing.

"Then we're both safe.  Please, come inside," she said, standing out of the way.

He did so.  "Thanks."

"Why don't you sit down," Blake said, closing the door behind her.  "I need to freshen up."

"All right," he said.  Despite this, he didn't sit down on the bed right away.  He continued to stand for a moment or so, looking around.  His tail fidgeted wildly.  He looked around at the chair and table, even took a few steps towards it before stopping and forcing himself to sit on the edge of the bed. 

"You don't need to be so nervous," Blake said as she opened the bathroom door. 

At the sight, the Monkey-tailed boy almost fainted.  Off-stage, even Coco was stunned.


Sitting in the bed, Sun's nervousness wasn't entirely acting.  With Pyrrha, it had been the newness of the whole experience, like a child standing at the top of the high dive for the first time, trying to decide whether or not he would have been better climbing down.  This was different.  Pyrrha had been pretty, but there was something extra to Blake.  There was the fact that she was a Faunus herself, always attractive, but mostly it was the added level of mystery and seduction she exuded.  Her every move was elegant and .  .  . Whoa.

Blake had removed her robe and was leaning against the door in her new black lingerie.  Her ensemble resembled the one from her audition except for the color . . . .and that it was also noticeably less concealing.  The Cat-eared girl was dressed in a black babydoll and matching low-cut panties and stockings, but this time they were all, entirely, sheer.  He could see her dark nipples and her slit.  She wore a smokey smile that promised all sorts of pleasant things.   Sun felt his mouth drop open, but there was nothing he could do to close it.

"Just follow my lead," she said.  She strutted towards him, and Sun felt his eyes threaten to pop out of his head.  She bent down, giving him an excellent view of her rear, and helped him out of his shoes and socks. The movements of her hands on his feet (slightly tickling) snapped him out of his stupor.  Fighting a blush (it was embarrassing that he needed someone to take his shoes off for him like he was four-year old) he stood up and shrugged out of his jacket.

"That's the spirit," Blake replied, reaching up to loosen his tie, looking him strait in the eye.  Maybe that was what gave him the courage, or the lack of IQ, to lean in and kiss her.  Blake purred against his lips, somehow still undoing his tie and pulling it out of the collar of his shirt.  They pulled back for air, and Sun kissed her again, his hands coming up to her sides.  Tentatively, his tail brushed her thigh. 

Blake unbuttoned his shirt, breaking the kiss to remove it.  Her hands came up and raked his chest, feeling his sculpted muscles under her fingers.  Sun groaned and reached up to grasp her breasts. 

Blake growled as he squeezed the orbs, then cried out as the tip of his tail prodded her opening.  Sun leaned back to take in the sight, her darkened breasts in his hands, chaning shpe under his touch; the nipples were so tempting, he leaned forward and kissed one.  Blake’s hands came up to his head as he sucked and licked the teat through the fabric, his hands still kneading her breasts.  The left one, the one closest to the camera, let go, dropping down, he rubbed this fabric atop her slit.  “YE-OWH!” she cried, catlike.  Taking that as a good sign, Sun pressed against the fabric again, testing how far he could penetrate without ripping, how much he could feel.

Blake's hands pulled his head back from her breast.  Smiling at his confusion, she knelt down again, undoing his belt.  Then his pants.  He helped her pull the pants and boxers down, to reveal his hardening member.  Just the sight over Blake kneeling in front of it made it harder, but she wasn't in front of it fro long.  She wrapped her hand around it, giving a few experimental strokes, before opening her mouth and taking a single, long lick up his length.  Sun groaned at the act, then again as Blake took all of him.  Bracing her hands against his thighs, she began to move back and forth over him, stroking him with her tongue, changing her angle to get as much as she could.

Sun groaned under her stimulations and even louder as he was forced to pull her away from him.  Blake allowed Sun to pull her to her feet so that he could bend down.  He had stroked her barely-covered slit with his finger and tail.  Now he nudged it with his nose, breathing in the heady pheromones, placing a kiss on it, then opening his mouth and using his tongue.  He licked the nylon, tasting her leaking juices, dampening the fabric with his saliva, pushing it even more firmly against her sex.

 Blake moaned, spreading ghsnto allow him closer.  She reach up and groped her own breast through her top.  Squeezing and lifting her boobs, she released them, grappling holdmofmthe bottom of the garment and pulling it up over her head.  Fondling her now free breasts for a moment, she hooker her thumbs into her bottoms, pulling them down.  As she did a liquid string connected them back to her crotch.  

 As she slithered up strait again, Sun was once more dumbstruck the sight of her.  She took advantage of this, sauntering around him and, with a surprisingly strong hip-bump, knocked him down onto the bed.  Smiling, she continued around to the night side table, upon which her black purse sat.  Opening it, she reached in and withdrew wrapped condom.  Sun was a little disappointed at the sight of it, even though they'd discussed it beforehand.  Blake had been rather insistent that it added verisimilitude to the scene.  Sun had given in because he wasn't braver enough to say his mind, that he didn't care about verisimilitude, he wanted to feel his dick wrapped up in Blake's channel.  Still, as she gripped his length in one hand and fitted the ring of plastic onto his head with the other, then rolled the lubriacted plastic down his length, Sun couldn't help but shudder under her touch.

 Now that his tool was properly covered, Blake mounted him, sinking down.  Sun groaned and Blake waited a moment, allowing the both of them to adjust.  Then, she rose up and sank back down.  Up and down.  Up and down.  "Ooooh!" Sun groaned again. His hands slid up her stocking-clad thighs to grasp her hips.  His eyes were fixed onto her.  The sight of his dick disappearing into her pussy, her breasts rocking up and down, the way her face contorted in pleasure. 

Blake reached down and grabbed his hands, bringing them up from her hips to her breasts.  Sun happily took hold of them.  Now he could feel them for real, without the impediment of the top.  They fit his hands so well.  Like they were made for each other.

Sun's hands fell back to Blake's hips and rolled.  Cowgirl wasn't the best thing when you had a tail.  Now, she was on her back, and he was on top.  His dick came out with the movement.  Sun repositioned himself between her legs, pushing back into her.  She felt so good.  She looked even better.  Her eyes closed, head thrown back.  Again, her breasts were jiggled as he thrust into her.

 Blake put her hands on his chest.  "Flip me over," she said.  Sun nodded absentmindedly.  Grabbing her leg, he lifted it up and twisted her around; it felt amazing around his dick.  Blake repositioned herself with her head on her crossed arms.  "Go for it," she sighed.  Sun did, happily.  Thrusting in and out of her as fast as he could.  Watching her buttocks reshape themselves as he slammed into her.  With a SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! as his pelvis collided with her's. His tail came around and tickled her clit.

"Mmmm!"  she said.  "Keep it up!  I'm . . . almost . . . there!  Oooooo!"

Sun felt her walls clench around him as she came.  It was disappointing that he couldn't actually feel her juices around his cock, but right now, he was a little distracted from those thoughts.

"I'm gonna come!"

"Don't!" she cried.  "Pull out!"

Sun was so shocked he actually stopped.  "But, I'm wearing the-"

"Just do it!" she said.  "Pull out and stand up."  Sun did as he was told.  Then she got up and knelt down in front of him.  "You deserve something better than to finish in this . . . " she said, removing the condom from his aching cock.  Licking her lips, Blake leaned in and licked his ball.  Sun groaned as she leanded over and licked the other.  Then she gripped his cock in hand and began to blow him again.  Bobbing up and down on his cock, her lipped eyes looking up at him as she did so.  Sun tried to hold out as long as he could, tried to prolong the sensation.  But it was too much. 

"Uh!  Blake, I can't . . ."  Blake removed him from her mouth just as his cock twitched and released the first spurt of come.  It landed squarely in her mouth.  Her hand kept jerking him, milking his cock, drawing out more.  His semen landed on her forehead, across her face; she leaned back and let one line of spunk landed across her breasts.  At last, she leaned in and licked the last drops from his glands.  She looked so fucking hot.  

Without thinking, his tailed reached out and wiped up an drop that was about to drip down off her chin.  Blake reached up and took the appendage in her hand, wilkng the fur clean with her thumb.

 "Cut!" Coco said, off-stage.


 After the shoot, Sun waited up for Blake.  He ran through the various pick-up lines he'd heard Neptune use over the years why she used the shower.  As he rejected one after another, trying to pick the one most likely to impress her, Sun realized he didn't want to use any of them.  There was a fundamental problem with Neptune's lines:  namely, that he just used them to get into girls' pants, and Sun wanted more than that with Blake.  He wanted to date her, not sleep with her.  

Well, ideally he'd do both, but that wasn't the point.  The point was .  .  . he thought they had a chance for something more than just sex, and he didn't want to screw that up.

Sun heard the shower turn off.  She'd be out soon.  Time to find something, anything, to say.  The door opened.  Not the bathroom.

"Hi, Sun," Yang said as she casually strode in.

"Oh, hey Yang," he said.  "You in line for the shower?"  Why?  It wasn't like she'd "performed" today?

"Nah, just waiting up for my girlfriend," she replied.

"Girlfriend?" Sun asked.  Oh, no.

Yang pulled a face.  "Well, I don't know that she's ready to say that but . . ." Yang shrugged.  "I'm a believe in 'call a spade a spade.'"

"You have no patience," a muffled voice from behind the door corrected.

Yang grinned.  "And you love it!"

The door cracked and Blake stuck her head out. "Maybe I do.  Now, go prep your motorcycle.  I'll be down soon."

"Yes, ma'am," Yang said, saluting.  Then she turned and walked out.

Sun watched her walk out. Not to watch her back like most guys would do, though he would admit it was a nice view, but he was a little distracted by his wrenching heart.

"Sun," Blake said.

The moneky Faunus turned around.  Blake opened the door.  She was dressed in a bathrobe using a towel to dry her hair.  He opened his mouth to say something but she cut him off.  "Don't," she said.  "I saw the way you looked at me.  I'm sorry, Sun, but I'm not interested in you that way."

He sighed.  "You can't blame me for trying.  I mean, not a lot of Faunus girls are into ninjas and-"

"Maybe not," Blake said, frowning.  "But if you're only looking at Faunus girls, you're cutting your options short.  Besides," she said smirking.  "I saw you with Pyrrha.  You look like you can get along with humans pretty well."

"Yeah well, that's different than having a relationship."

Blake frowned.  "You don't approve of interspecies relationships?  Your best friend is a human."

"Yeah, well again, that's different, and as to the relationship thing . . . Nothing against the bosses, but I don't get it.  At all."

" . . . I don't think things would have worked out between us, Sun."

"Huh?"

"My last boyfriend didn't have much respect for humans.  Let's just say, he'd have some very unpleasant things to say about Coco and Velvet's relationship.  And mine and Yang's."  The Cat Faunus shook her head.  "I don't like to be reminded of him." Blake said.  She turned and disappeared back into the bathroom.  "On that note, you should probably leave; it isn't polite to be waiting outside a lady's bathroom when she isn't your romantic partner."

"Yeah, I'll be out in the hall.  Waiting for my turn and all."  He exited the room and slouched against the wall, thinking about what she'd said.   Hearing her muffled movements inside, Sun hoped she'd take awhile; he wasn't really looking forward to looking himself in the mirror.  As he went over her words in his head he was no longer sure he'd like what he saw.

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Coco hadn't exactly been taken with Ren and Nora's friend upon meeting the boy.  Jaune was decent-enough looking, but he was also clumsy and clueless.  And his attempts at flirting were so pathetic, they almost drew tears. He also seemed painfully shy, which was not a desirable quality in a porn actor.  Still, Ren and Nora vouched for him, and if he was good enough to be a regular partner for them, he was probably good at sex.  So, there was that at least.

Coco decided the best way to find out was in a trial by fire.  Or rather, a trial by chilly air.  Her parents' estate had finally been settled, after almost a year of paperwork and debts and fending off lawyers groom people who thought they were owed a share of the money.  Plus selling off crap she didn't need or want anymore.  Amongst the leftovers, was a modest cabin in the Catskills Coco herself had never been to.  She'd gone back and forth on selling it, before Velvet convinced her they should at least try out their new vacation home.  The ex-model agreed and decided to drag along the crew for a tryout.  Autumn was settling in, so they were less likely to be disturbed by hikers, and the cabin was off the beaten path anyway.  

The two went up with their new recruit, Pyrrha, and Ren.  Nora had declined coming with them, but allows her lovers to go up alone, promising to watch the movie as soon as it was posted.  Ren admitted that the two had worked out a deal wherein she would allow him to do this so long as she got to shoot a movie with Pyrrha but without him sometime down the line.

The cabin turned out to be a nice setting.  It was decently-sized with a porch that faced a small stream.  The water in the stream was cold, but no bad as to preclude swimming.  The inside was nice too with comfortable furniture and lots of windows for natural light, with warm, wooden walls.  Definitely worth using as a set in the future, but for today, they'd stick to the porch.  


Jaune and Ren sat on the wooden platform in lounge chairs.  Both were dressed in reasonable- looking swim trunks:  Ren's bright green with a pink stripe and Jaune's simple white and black.   The look was somewhat ruined by Jaune's interview.  And they'd thought Sun was nervous.

"How old are you?"

"Five-twenty.  I mean, twenty-five!  Twenty-five!"

"Have you ever done any work like this before."

"O-oh.  Yeah, lot's of time.  I've had sex with Nora and Ren a lot. Well, not with Ren, you know.  I mean, no disrespect to gay guys, but I'm not-"

"She means on camera, Jaune," Ren said, perfectly calm.  Sipping a drink on a side table, he looked like he was vacationing in the Caribbean. 

"Oh.  Uh, no.  No, I haven't."

"Right . . . and what made you want to join us?"

"It was Nora's idea," the blonde's instant replied.

". . . And what made you want to do this scene?"

"It was Nora's idea."

That made sense, Coco decided as she examined the contrasts in composure.  She didn't think Jaune would've thought this up on his own.  Holding back a sigh, she shouted "Action!" with less than her customary enthusiasm.

The two men made idle chatter until Pyrrha came out of the house.  She was dressed in a red-and-orange bikini that fit her skin tone well.  The top was a pair of modest fabric triangles, and the low-cut bottoms had strings on the sides.  She jumped into the stream and swam around a bit, heedless of the cold.  Jaune and Ren gazed on appreciatively. 

Pyrrha climbed out of the water and lay down on a toweled lounge chair, one between the boys' own.  She lay on her back, allowing her wet form to sparkle in the sun.  She was enchanting, especially the sight of her droplet be-speckled breasts rising and falling as she breasted.  After a moment, she rolled onto her back.  Reaching back, the ex-athlete undid the strings of her top, letting them dangle over the sides of the chair. 

On the chair beside her, lay a tube of sunscreen.  Since they were still pretending this was a summer resort, the boys took the sunscreen, squeezing some out into their hands and slowly rubbing it on her back.  Her shoulders, her spine, the small of the back.  Ren became bolder, rubbing her thighs.  Jaune copied his movements.  Then, the Asian man reached up and slipped his hand under her bottoms, stroking her buttocks.  Pyrrha moaned a little, opening her eyes.  Smiling, she flipped around, showing off her breasts, and sat up.  Ren reached down and took the closest one into his hand, cupping it.  Bringing his head down he licked the stiff nipple once before latching onto it with his mouth, sucking it.  Jaune was more hesitant.  He'd never successfully made love to a girl other than Nora.  He took hold of her breast.  Feeling its weight and fullness.  Caressing it in his hand.  Pyrrha's hand came up to pull him into a kiss.  Jaune was hesitant at first, slowly working his lips against hers.  Pyrrha took the lead.  June responded, now palming her breast fully.

Jaune and Ren removed their swim trunks.  Offstage (i.e. in the trees) Coco, Velvet, and Yatsu (who was on bounce duty with Fox who was blind and thus missed this moment) all simultaneously dropped their jaws.  Jaune was hung.  The boy was longer and wider than any of the other males to have appeared, aside from Yatsuhashi.  Except, Yatsuhashi's member was in proportion to the rest of his body; Jaune was no 98-pound weakling, but he had nowhere near the mass of the gigantic Yatsu.  As such, he seemed even larger. 

Presumably accustomed to this, Ren didn't display any discomfort at the disparity between their sizes and continued to watch Pyrrha.  The redhead herself, although stunned for a moment, quickly recovered.  She stood up, closing her eyes and smiling, she took hold of the strings of her bottoms and tugged.  If her movements were a bit jerky and hurried, they were mitigated by the playful sway of his hips as she did so.  The bows slowly came undone, and the bottoms fell away.  She went to sit down again.  

Ren moved into her chair and embraced Pyrrha from behind.  He lay them both down on their sides, lifting Pyrrha's leg just enough to slide into her.  From Nora, she knew Ren preferred to take women from behind; the older woman said her husband liked the feel of his partner's butt against his pelvis, and it made it easier for his hands to fondle her breasts.  He took advantage of that fact now, reaching up under her with his free hand to cup her breast again.  Pyrrha moaned as he began fucking her.  Apparently, she enjoyed this position too.

Jaune watched.  He'd seen Pyrrha's movies, Nora's idea to help convince him to do this.  He knew she was sexy and beautiful.  And talented.  But she was even sexier and more beautiful in person.  She had this energy about her, this aura, that was pleasurable just to watch and listen.  Watching Ren's cock go in and out of her pussy and listening to the slap of their flesh juxtaposed to the creek of the lawn chair as the lovers moved together.  Watching her face contort in pleasure and listening to her high pitched panting, egging Ren on.

He was so busy watching he forgot to do anything else, until Pyrrha reached out and took hold of his cock in her hand.  "Ooh!" he said.  Looking down, he saw her smiling at him.

"I don't want you to feel left out," Pyrrha said, stroking his member.  Ren stopped thrusting and gripped her waist.  Together, the two repositioned themselves so Pyrrha was gripping Jaune's chair with her hands while kneeling on Ren's.  The Asian man himself was also kneeling behind her.  Pyrrha went down onto Jaune's cock.  Despite being bigger than anything she'd ever experienced before, she began bobbing up and down on him like it was a regular habit.  Jaune gripped the sides of his chair, steadying himself.  Her mouth was warm and wet, her lips and tongue caressing his member.  Behind her, Ren repositioned himself back into her, continued to rut her like a bitch in heat.  The upside to this position was that it was easier to go faster.  So faster he went, slapping into her backside with renewed vigor.  The Blonde put his hand on her head, stopping her.  Pyrrha was confused for a moment, before Jaune took over, slowly thrusting into and out of her mouth.  His manhood felt good in her mouth, filling it in a way most of the others couldn't. 

Despite their own pleasure, they remembered what was expected of them and moved to another position; Jaune lay on his back, facing away from him, Pyrrha straddled his waist.  She sank down onto him, moaning a little as her walls were stretched by his tool. She roe and fell a few times, adjusting to his size. Ren walked around in front of her.  Cupping her face, Ren inserted his member into her mouth.  He was angled such that every time Pyrrha rose up on Jaune's cock, he took Ren deeper into her mouth, and every time she withdrew from him, she sank back down on Jaune.  It was a strange feeling to the redhead, constantly filled at one end or the other, never totally empty.  Pyrrha was strong and determined, but the sensations were . . . distracting.  As she undulated between them, her legs began to shake, pleasure filling her.  She began to worry she couldn't keep it up.

Thankfully, the boys were accustomed to this sort of situation.  Almost simultaneously, Jaune's hands came up to grasp her hips, holding her in place above him, while Ren's hand gently but firmly cupped her face.  The action shocked her until the two took advantage of her arrested position.  Jaune bucked his hips up into her suspended pussy, harder than she had dared go herself, causing the retired athlete to moan around Ren's manhood.  Ren in turn withdrew from her mouth until only his tip was inside, then thrust forward.  Soon both were thrusting and withdrawing in tandem, drawing even more cries of pleasure from Pyrrha.  She'd been pleased by the alternating sensations in her pussy and mouth, but these combined feelings were even better.  Each movement across her tongue was mirrored within her cunt.  Both sets of lips kissed her lover's pelvis at once.  Both sets of cheeks were firmly yet pleasantly slapped.  She felt her pleasure growing, growing.  She struggled to move her hips again, but Jaune was stronger than he looked, and his hands held her firm.  She cried against Ren's dick as her pleasure continued to mount until-

"MMMMMMMMHHHHH!" she cried, releasing around Jaune.  The vibrations in her mouth sent Ren over the edge too; he released into her mouth, Pyrrha happily sucking up his spunk.  The boys continued to thrust jerkily as the group rode out their mutual orgasms.  It wasn't until Ren removed himself from her mouth entirely--Pyrrha's tongue lapping at his glands as he did so--that the redhead realized something important.  Something impossible to ignore.  Something so huge, she couldn't believe she'd missed it.  "You're . . .  still hard . . ."  she informed Jaune.  It sounded more like a question. 

The blonde nodded, actually blushing  with embarrassment.  "Sorry," he muttered as though he were guilty of some disrespect by not coming with his partner. 

"This position isn't Jaune's favorite," Ren said, lying down again.  "Let him straiten up."

Pyrrha was confused at his statement, so she got up off Jaune and allowed him to reposition himself.  To her surprise, Jaune got up to--off the lounge chair.  Taking her hand, he drew her to her feet.  Despite the orgasm, she managed to hold herself up, at least until Jaune wrapped an arm around her waist.  His dick pressed against her buttocks, and for a moment, Pyrrha wondered if he was going to take her last virginity.  To her mild disappointment, he didn't, instead grasping his member in hand and, nudging her legs apart, pushed back into her still sensitive pussy.  Pyrrha cried a little at this new angle, and Jaune groaned as well.  The blonde pulled her flush to his back before he began thrusting his hips.  After her previous orgasm, she probably would have fallen over if it hadn't been for Jaune's arm around her waist. 

"Hold onto his head," Ren instructed from the side.  "He can use his hands that way."

Arching her back, she reached back and wrapped her arms around his head and shoulders.  Once Jaune was sure of her ability to support herself, he took both breasts in hand.  Pyrrha understood Ren's fondness for being behind his lovers as she felt Jaune palm and lift her tits.  Jaune was apparently more into breasts than Ren was, and he seemingly couldn't get enough of Pyrrha's.  He massaged every bit of their surface, gripping and tugging, pushing them together and pulling them apart.  Catching her nipples between his index and middle fingers, he rubbed, pinched, and teased her in ways she'd never experienced before.  He bent his head into the crook of her shoulder and kissed her neck. 

"OOOOO-uuuuuuhhhh!"  Pyrrha stifled her moan by biting her lip.  She wasn't going to come again.  Not until Jaune did.  But that was so hard as Jaune's massive cock combined with this new position plus her already stimulated pussy were driving her nuts.  And Jaune didn't seem to be getting any nearer to release.

He kissed his way up her neck to her ear, nibbling it, almost eliminating rational thought.  "Come with me," he whispered, his voice tight.

Pyrrha blinked.  He was waiting for her.  "O-kKKKKKKKKK!"  She cried as she released around her lover's tool for a second time.  Jaune made a gasping, chocking sound, and she felt his cock twitch as spurt after spurt of his warm seed filled her love tunnel.  

His arms went from her breasts to her waist as he pulled his slackening member from her and helped her to the chair.  For a moment, the lay like that clutching each other, panting.  

". . . Cut," Coco said.  Looked like Jaune would fit right in.


Pyrrha answered her phone after she got out of the shower.  It was Nora. "So how was it?" the other redhead cried.  Nora had only one volume.  "Did you have fun?  Can Ren perform without me?  Do you miss me?  Isn't Jaune great?"

The last one caught Pyrrha by surprise.  "Great is an understatement," she mused, blushing as Nora laughed at her comment.  "He was a little hesitant at first, but he . . ." Pyrrha struggled to describe the experience.  Jaune had fulfilled her yet made her feel safe in a way neither Sun nor Neptune had been able to match, and though Ren and Nora made a close second, they were still second.  Her blush darkened as she thought back to the moment they were together without Ren.  She'd actually felt a brief flash of disappointment when he didn't deflower her anally.  "He was very talented."

"We've trained him well," Nora said, cheerfully.  "I'm sorry you haven't had a chance to hang out together yet.  Maybe when you get back we can all have dinner or something."  Ever since their first movie together, Pyrrha had found herself awkwardly "not-dating" the pair, as Nora called it.  They hadn't slept together again before now, the former heptathalete still trying to avoid a second heartbreak.  Still, she had to admit she'd grown to like their company. 

"I'd like that," Pyrrha said.  Jaune had been funny, clumsy, absent-minded, and blisteringly self-conscious, but also friendly, smart, and utterly devoid of anything even approaching malice.  She wasn't adverse to spending more time with him. 

"What about Ren?" Nora asked again, sounding like she was talking about her puppy instead of her husband.  "He hasn't been with someone without me in a while.  Was he still able to please you?"

Pyrrha smiled, although some redness came back to her cheeks.  What was it about this woman that made her feel like a teenager again?  "Ren had no trouble, but I don't think he has as much fun without you."

Nora made a cooing sound on the phone.  "I know.  It's nowhere near as much fun without him for me, either.

"Then why do you do it?" asked Pyrrha.

"In a relationship like ours, you have to keep things even," Nora said.  "If one of us does someone without the other, and the other doesn't get their chance to make things up, it leads to jealousy and that leads to our marriage falling apart."

"Relationships aren't about keeping score," Pyrrha said.

"People do anyway," Nora said.  "Ren and I hung up a whiteboard in the bedroom so we can keep track and make sure one of us doesn't fall too far too far behind."

"You have a unique marriage, Nora," Pyrrha remarked, smiling.

"I'll say.  Do you know how hard it is to find someone who'll skip the 'forsaking all others' part of the ceremony?"Nora asked.  "Anyway, you didn't answer my other question, did you miss me, Pyrrha?"

Pyrrha blushed again.  For years, Coco had been her only friend, then Nora had asked her out to dinner after having a threesome with her and her own husband.  "It isn't the same without you," she admitted.

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It turned out that Blake and Pyrrha's eccentricities (Blake's love of roleplay and Pyrrha insistence on threesomes) fit together pretty well. Blake and Yang were both perfectly happy to let another woman into their trysts, and Pyrrha was intrigued by the idea of genuinely performing, not just the set-up she'd down in her last two movies.

The cheerleaders thing was actually a surprising bit of contention amongst the starlets, as Pyrrha was a little wary of anything athletic.  She'd never been Big into acrobatics anyway.  Yang countered that they didn't need to do any truly complicated moves, just dance and jump around enough to sell the bit and flash the viewers.

The setting for this one was a little more elaborate than the others.  Yang, it turned out, put an add on Krogslist to find someone who would be willing to let the use their school for filming purposes.  Velvet, though usually reluctant to criticize their employees, couldn't help but ask Coco how the blonde expected to get a reply.

Joke was on her, as the blonde came back two days later with the news that a groundskeeper was willing to give them access to his school's football field and locker room.  His only catch was that they wouldn't let the school know he'd done so.  This led to a lot of time on the school grounds trying to find the best angle and position  to hide anything even remotely possible of identifying the school, while still catching enough that the segment wasn't a waste of time.  They were also lucky to find that the school's colors were not black and yellow, which the uniforms and pom-poms Blake bought were.

"Action!" Coco called.

 The trio walked into the locker room.  For dramatic effect, Blake was wearing a black silk bow between her ears, and Pyrrha had swapped her ponytail for pigtails.  The couple faced the redhead.  "Ok," Yang said, "we've seen your moves; you're the best candidate to join the squad." 

"But before you join, you have to prove to us that you can work with your teammates.  Do you think you're up for it?"

Pyrrha nodded eagerly, "I'll do anything!" she promised, in  atone of voice probably more appropriate for Nora.

"We'll see," Blake said.  Then she leaned in and kissed her.

Pyrrha backed away in shock.  "Oh my gosh!"

Blake frowned.  "I thought you said you'd do anything to join us.  This is your chance to prove it."

"What's the matter?" Yang taunted.  "Don't you like girls?"

"It's not that," Pyrrha retorted.  "But you shouldn't just kiss a girl without asking."  So saying, she walked up and kissed Blake.

The pair began to make out, hands coming up to caress each other's sides.  Yang came up behind Pyrrha, squeezing her breasts from behind.  The redhead turned around and gave her a kiss too.  Blake's hands fell to the hem Pyrrha's shirt.  Yang's joined her's, and together the two women pulled it up over her head, revealing a lacy red bra that looked inappropriate for gymnastics.  

The others stopped kissing her to remove their own tops; like Pyrrha, their bras were not cheerleader-practical.  Yang pulled Pyrrha into another kiss as Blake unzipped her skirt and drew it down over her hips.  The redhead stepped out of it, revealing her equally lacy and fancy panties.  

Yang reached up and undid the clasp on the front of her bra. It opened, revealing Pyrrha's breasts. The blonde took them into her hands and fondled them.  Pyrrha's hands reflexively came up and cupped Yang's breasts through her bra.  Blake shimmied out of her skirt and panties before bending over and pulling down Pyrrha's panties.  The redhead lifted her legs to step out of them.  Blake gently gripped her thighs and kissed them, her hips, and up her spine and neck.  Yang meanwhile inclined her head and began to suck one of Pyrrha's nipples.

The ex-athlete moaned in pleasure.  Yang moved toward the other breast as Blake gently repositioned Pyrrha so she was again facing the audience, then cupped the recently abandoned breast in one hand.  Bending down, she lapped the nipple with her tongue.

"Oooohhh . . ." Pyrrha moaned under the stimulation.  She moaned again, louder, as Blake's hand dipped down and began to rub her lower lips.  Yang left her position at her breast kissed down her belly, before lapping at the now wet folds.  Blake's hand traveled back up Pyrrha's body.  Both hands now kneaded the redhead's breasts as she stole another, deeper kiss.  The two moaned into each other as Yang (who'd also removed her bottoms by now) took Pyrrha's hand in hers and brought them both to Blake's crotch, both sets of fingers caressing the soft flesh.  The blonde's other hand went between her own legs, to stroke her own need.

Withdrawing from the lip-lock, Blake addressed Yang.  "I think she's ready for the main event, don't you?"

Yang grinned widely, her mouth abandoning its task to reply.  "Oh, I know she is!"

The pair laid Pyrrha down on the bench. Yang sat down across from her, positioning one leg atop Pyrrha's and the other under. The two began to grind their pelvises together.  Pyrrha hadn't done this with Nora, but she took to it like a pro, thrusting and twisting, moaning as their clits rubbed against one another.  Yang bit back a grown before redoubling her efforts, determined to keep pace with Pyrrha.  Keeping one hand on the bench to steady herself, the other came up to fondle her own breast.  

The ex-athlete felt her head pulled back.  Opening her eyes, she saw Blake smile her predator's smile before swinging one of her legs over Pyrrha's head, landing behind it on the bench.  Now straddling the redhead, the dark-haired Faunus lowered her dripping core.  The redhead framed her neck upwards again and began to lick her.  Unlike Nora, Blake's pussy was almost completely shaven, apart from a small patch above her opening.  There was nothing between her tongue and the soft feminine flesh.  The organ swept over the enforced labia and into the warm, wet channel, emerging again to lap the clit.  Above her, Blake growled in approval and began rocking back and forth, changing the angles and surfaces Pyrrha could reach.

"Yeah!" Yang said.  "I'm gonna come soon!"

"So's she!"  Blake growled.  "But not yet!  Don't come until i do!  I want to soak your face!"

"If yo-ou come first," Yang panted, "You're off-ff the team!"

"Mmmmhhhh!" Pyrrha cried under Blake's cunt.  She began licking harder and faster, caught up in the fantasy of the scene.

"Rrrr!" Blake cried.  "Take it!  Take my cum, you little minx!"  She roared like a lioness as she Came all over Pyrrha's face the redhead's face.  She stepped--wobbled, really--back down from the bench, Pyrrha turned her face to the camera, her lips glistening with female cum, her tongue confining to lap it like ice cream.

"Fuck!"  Yang screamed.  "Tha-at's so fuc-cking ho-oooohhhhhtt!"  With that she came herself, throwing her head back and grinding herself as tightly against Pyrrha's clit as she could.  

"Ooooohhhh!" Pyrha cried as she joined the blonde.  

The redhead flopped down against the bench, spent and satisfied.  She panted heavily, her sweaty body a sight to see with her heaving bosom and legs dropped to the floor, exposing her flushed womanhood. Then, she became aware of Yang getting up, and Blake pushing off from the lockers.  The two offered their hands and hoisted her to her feet.  They hugged her.

"Congratulations, Pyrrha," Yang said, breaking the embrace. "You're now officially a part of the squad."

Pyrrha tried to mumble her thanks.  She wasn't sure her lips formed the right words.  Despite her athletic history, she wasn't she if she could stand without the others holding her up.

"Now for our first team activity," Blake said.  "Showering off."


 The interview that began what would become one of CPB's most beloved scenes was one Coco would never forget.  It had started normally, until they got to the one question that was never answered the same. 

"What made you want to do this scene?" Velvet had asked, nowhere near as nervous as she had been the first time she'd done this.

The trio of starlets sat across from her on the bench they would soon use for purposes it was never intended for.

Pyrrha answered first.  "I'm continuing to explore my sexuality.  I used to think I was into boys exclusively, but recent events have . . . opened me to new experiences."

"Remind me to thank Nora," Yang said with a grin.

Blake answered with surprising primness.  "I've aleays been supportive of trying new things and we happy Yang and I could join her on this journey."

Said blonde had followed that up with, "I'm just a slut whose happy to screw as many gorgeous men and women as I can!"

That line had proven too much for Coco to keep her habitual silence during interviews.  "What would your mother think?" she'd snarked.

Yang shrugged and with utter seriousness replied  "Who knows?  I don't care, and neither does she."


Two days after posting the video

Raven Branwen didn't get out a lot.  She really couldn't.  Or at least, she hadn't.  Soon, she'd be free and could do as she liked.   What she liked was still in the planning stages.  For now, she was living in a hotel watching pay-per-view porn.  Living the dream.

Flipping through the channels, she saw a title called "Chocolate Bunny Productions."  Dumb name, but she felt curious.  Clicking the icon, she browsed through the options lists.  There weren't many.  Buxom blonde cream pie, threesomes, anal . . . Lesbian three-way.  Why not? she thought, selecting the film.  

Within a few minutes, she was screaming.  And not in pleasure.  "WHAT THE FUCK!" Raven dug out her tablet and searched the web, finding the website of Chocolate Bunny Productions.  She looked through all the videos, and her face grew redder and redder.

She threw the object down in disgust and began packing her bags.  She still had a couple of weeks before the Statute of Limitations was up, but she was too angry to care.  She was getting some damn answers.


Three days after posting the video

Adam Taurus was not often what one could call a happy camper.  It had gotten worse over the last couple of years.  A year in prison was not known for its therapeutic benefits.  So when one of his cronies finally found Blake, and what she'd been doing, he was a little reluctant to tell the Bull-horned Faunus.  On the one hand, Adam had given them orders and would probably be unhappy (to put it mildly) if he found out they'd kept this a secret from him, and that would not end well for them.  On the other hand, Adam might not have been known for shooting the bearer of bad news, but he did occasionally beat the tar out of them.  And given the news they would be expected to bear about Blake . . . It'd basically be the same result either way.

Maybe it was just sleep deprivation, but Peery ultimately decided on telling the boss.  It might be better than if he tried and failed to keep the information secret.  Or, at least, he thought he had a decent chance of running away when the coronary hit.  

"Uh, boss?" He said, approaching Adam slowly.

"What?" the Bull asked.  Desperate the lateness of the hour,  Adam sounded alert.

Peery swallowed; he'd hoped Adam would be too tired to be angry.  "I, uh, I found her.  The girl."

"Where?"

Peery swallowed again.  "I don't have an address, sir, but I know . . . How she's supporting herself."  Adam didn't say anything, but behind the shades he always wore, Peery could feel his glare increase in intensity.  A silent demand to explain.  Peery held out his phone and opened it to the appropriate page.  He handed it over to his boss.

". . . Leave," Adam said.  His voice harsher than normal.  Peery knew better than to ask for his phone back, knew better than to do anything but get gone.  As he sprinted out of the room, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the Cat Faunus for how much trouble she was in, though he'd admit he was glad to have escaped the boss's wrath himself.

Adam sat in the darkness aside from the illumination of the phone's screen.  He surfed the website for a few minutes.  He wasn't surprised Blake was relying on her body to survive all things considered.  He also wasn't terribly surprised to learn she'd gotten involved with other men; her disappearance didn't suggest she still considered herself "his girl."  But to be involved with Humans?  To publicly admit it?  And revel in it?

Adam hurled the phone against the opposite wall with all his strength.  Peery would need to buy a new one in the morning.


One week after posting the video

Morgan Ochre couldn't believe it.  He'd been bored, and as he often did when bored, began surfing the web for porn.  He was feeling peckish, so he typed "LESBIAN THREESOME" into the search box.  He got a nice selection of sapphic offerings.  One caught his eye, though: it featured a redhead who (from the side) looked a lot like his ex-girlfriend.  He recalled fondly the one time the two of them had had sex.  Not bad, but she'd been a virgin, only upside was that she'd broken her hymen ages ago, so there was no need to worry about that.  Still, she'd been inexperienced and unimaginative; seeing a whore with her face go nuts with a couple of other whores sounded like a good time.

Thirty seconds into the movie, it was obvious the redhead didn't look like Pyrrha.  She was Pyrrha.  Holy cow!  And a quick search showed that this wasn't the first time she'd appeared onscreen.  He found four more videos: two of Pyrrha fucking two guys at once, one of her doing herself with a big red dildo, and one of her fucking a guy AND another chick.  Where was this nympho when they'd been dating? he wondered.  Bitch had made him wait for months before he got to do her with a condom, and only in her cunt!  She'd never blown him like she did theses lucky bastards. 

Morgan was pissed, but he was also aroused.  Sex with Pyrrha had been fun when she was a prude; he could only imagine how much better it'd be now that she was a complete whore.  If he could see her now . . . 

Well, maybe he could.  There were a lot of people who wanted to find Pyrrha (presumably they hadn't looked hard enough to have found out what she'd been up to), and a few of them were pals of his.  He'd learned a lot about organization and managing teammates' talents and skills.  He began plotting how he could do that know to hunt down his ex-girlfriend . . .


Two weeks after posting the video

Ruby had one guilty pleasure.  It wasn't her childish love of cookies and other sugary baked goods (why should she feel guilty over something so obvious?).  It wasn't the way she gushed like new mother over her dog, Zwei (again, perfectly obvious reaction in her mind, and Weiss was the same, so what was the big deal?).  It wasn't even her habit of sneaking up on her wife and stealing a kiss, or a hug, or copping a feel (Weiss enjoyed it as much as she did, and the white-haired woman's outbursts of fake rage were SO adorable).  

No, Ruby's guilty, secret pleasure was this:  she liked to snoop her big sister's internet history.  

She'd first cracked the password when she was 16, not a particularly noteworthy feat as Yang was the kind of person who though using pet's names was a clever idea.  Granted it probably would keep strangers out, but not anyone who really knew her.  That was why Ruby had never told her sister she needed a stronger password, in addition to how much trouble it'd cause between them.

Yang was under the bizarre belief that she still needed to shield her innocent, baby sister from the world around her.  She probably wouldn't be happy to know that Ruby's first encounters with gambling, horror movies, and pornography had been on her computer.  Not Ruby was overly interested in the last one; unlike Yang the idea of watching or having loveless, no-string-attached sex had never really appealed to her. She only watched the videos occasionally, mostly out of curiosity, or to get ideas for her romance novels.  Even then, it waste much for ideas of what not to do than otherwise.

On this particular day, Yang had asked Ruby to run by her apartment to pick up a book. Obviously one left in the apartment by her new girlfriend.  Ruby smiled at the thought; Yang was happy with Blake.  It had been a long time since the blonde had been serious involved with another person, and Ruby was pleased.  It seemed like Yang had finally found someone she was willing to stick with for the long term (with looks like Yang's, the opposite had never really been a problem).  

She found the book in her sister's bedroom, but didn't leave right away.  Jot with Yang's laptop lying there on her desk oh so obviously.  One little peak through the history wouldn't hurt . . .

That night, Ruby sat in bed with her own laptop on her knees.  Weiss wouldn't be home until later, so this was as good a time as any to check.  She punched in a few keywords into the search engine.  A few seconds later, a list of disturbing titles appeared on the page.  Biting her lip, she clicked the icon.  It opened the web page, where the video began to play immediately.  OK, there was Yang, dressed like a cheerleader,  and Blake, and . . . Was that Pyrrha Nikos?  In pigtails?  She kept watching, long after she'd convinced herself it was real.  Then, she just stared at the screen.   

She was still in that position when Weiss came home.