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Sexploited Planet - darkangel76 & Little Rooster

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The story of the New World Order had been well known since the 1960's, an elite group of families who had been engineering the world and events to slowly achieve dominance over the planet and it's population, aspiring to one day when the time was right to control every facet of their lives and thoughts.

By the year 2055 this was achieved, Nation states had dissolved, Corporations now had control of land masses that were formally run by Governments, were now under the control of boardrooms working for the Grand Chief Executive Officer, the new term for World Emperor.

To be understand how this came about, I will explain the chain of events which lead to how we came to live this way. Some of us, people like myself remember the world prior to this massive take over, most though, know nothing else and accept it without quibble.

I'm Malcolm by the way, Malcolm Leber, I am a foreman at the factory in my area which makes the bottles for the soft drinks that everyone guzzles that helps keep them so compliant and happy. The NWO is all about keeping the masses happy, I'll explain further as to how they rose to power.

1960's - 1980's - Social Revolution, this was a major time of change for the Western World, people were rebelling against tradition and how things were always done, of course what they didn't know was the NWO allowed their revolution to happen, one way or the other they would cement their position and these revolutions helped them more than it ever helped the people protesting. In fact by the 1980's the steam had totally run out of the protesters engines and the consumerism they had fought against was even stronger then it was before their love ins and protests, wars were common and rarely even made the front pages and women were freer then ever to worry about their looks and sell their bodies in various ways, overall these Social Revolutions were failures for us and victories for the NWO.

1990's - 2010 - This was the golden time of NWO controlled media, TV Programs became more vacuous and shallow, movies were nothing more than extended video clips, empathy among humans had been virtually wiped out, youths played games of "Knockout" a brutal game where they would record themselves knocking out random strangers on the street and leaving them there. Pornography in all it's forms was spread widely and easily obtainable, little girls took pole dancing classes wanting to emulate their slutty heroes. If people knew they were being prepared for slaughter they certainly didn't show it.

2010-2020 - Wars increased, countries which bucked the system were bombed and invaded, fast food chains spread the message of a better life and conditions in the conquered lands, blaring loud and banal pop music, new enemies were created and they too were destroyed and converted.

2020-2030 The start of the Culture and Religious Wars - By this stage every country was multicultural, the spread of workers from the different companies so wide that countries had lost their traditional identities and having so many different races, cultures and religions living so closely together caused civil wars, each group desperate to make a space for itself.

Of course part of the NWO plan all along was to reduce the population which was now at critical levels, war was always a good way to this. NWO members by this stage had infiltrated every government in the world and plotted and set fires where they could to help things along. They encouraged the civil wars and knew that really whoever won it would be the NWO.

Besides each cultural group wanted the Western lifestyle and that is what won out once troops in each country quelled riots and fights by killing indiscriminately, and so the first true battle had been won, the World lost it's differences and we all became Westernized.

Religion was outlawed after these wars and replaced by the media which had taken it's place decades previously anyway, now though it was official and so the media was the new official moral compass and opium for the masses.

2030-2040 Return of the Empires - The Cultural wars had cost Governments dearly and most were bankrupt, NWO infiltrators who also were running the long since corrupt United Nations stirred the pot and encouraged further wars this time having larger nations invade smaller ones, this was a two pronged attack on the part of the NWO for one it would further reduce the population and secondly it would make the world smaller, so Germany now with it's muzzle removed took over Europe from Russia's borders to the UK, Russia still too big to take militarily nuked North Korea and took Japan a country that had been decimated by a low birth rate and nuclear disasters, China and India waged a nuclear war it's leader being bribed to start one and so the worlds 2 most populous countries became barren nuclear wastelands overnight with hundreds of millions dying either by direct blasts or the ensuing fallout in the months and years afterwards.

South Africa once again under Apartheid rule took the Southern half of Africa and Isarel took the Middle East and the Northern half of Africa.

Australia took New Zealand and Indonesia in a week.

Finally the USA took over Mexico and Canada and Argentina waged a long and bitter war to take South America.

The scene was set for step two.

2050-2055 - The Corporate Wars - With the world now divided between the Empires, the Corporations knew it was time to act or perish, they built their own armies made up of soldiers from Government forces and waged small scale wars on each other it took 5 years for there only to be a handful left, the ones belonging to the NWO. They formed an alliance and overthrew the now totally broke world Governments and created the New World Order......

It is now 2075 and the world is a very different place, a New World Order in effect since 2055 has reduced the globe to a new dark age, the middle classes wiped out, the population now is either poor or rich, the majority are poor and pay taxes to work in order to be supplied with basic accommodation and food.

The poor are the only ones who work, the rich, the owners of the businesses sit back, eat, drink, get fat and entertain themselves with some of the better looking poor people.

Work is delegated according to ability, poor can be managers, engineers, architects, however they are still paid lowly rates and only their accommodation and food is slightly better than the factory workers. Ironically it was these same educated people who believed the most in the NWO believing it would improve the world and make life better for the poor, they also felt their education would secure them a better future, in effect the NWO lied, jailing anyone who spoke against them and branding them heretics a modern day Salem witch trial.

NWO was about securing the future for it's own select group, connected families and royalty throughout the world and ensuring all others were placed at the bottom of the heap and placed into servitude.

When the NWO took hold of the planet some tried to rebel and were cut down in the streets by armies and police, soon the rebellion was crushed and people started to live as drones doing the work that robots once did, except now it was cheaper to have humans do that same work.

Television broadcast 24/7 across the screens of the cities tv's and working units and factories, the entertainment industry remained the only dream for poor people to escape the drudgery of their lives and possibly improve their lot in life.

But to break into that industry one first had to enter the pornographic films, porn now being standard fare and broadcast openly, anyone was able to apply for roles in the porno films and strip clubs, it remained the only way out.

Malcolm woke up that morning in his private room, he was the manager of the factory that made the bottles for the soft drinks that all the poor people guzzled, he looked up at the heavens and asked for forgiveness the way he did every morning, he knew what was in the drinks and how it dumbed everyone down and kept them happy but compliant.

At 45 years of age he remembered the world prior to the NWO takeover, he missed his old house and garden, his freedoms, he missed the books he enjoyed reading, now people were only to read if it were job related and education as they called it was nothing more than job training.

He made his proper real stove top coffee and walked into his office wondering if today would be another of those days where a young person, usually a woman would walk into his office wanting to her name to be put forward for porn duties.

He turned on the tv and regretted it immediately, "Porn Idol" was on, a talent show for people who wanted to break in to the porn industry was on, he sighed and turned it off again and listened to his collection of old records, his family were the ones who historically operated the factory so Malcolm had a special status within the NWO, kind of similar to being an honorary member, it didn't bring with it much power and he didn't want it anyway, but it did give him access to a few things that your average foreman wasn't. He was allowed to keep his books and music, he didn't have children and provided that he didn't share his little luxuries with the riff raff the NWO didn't care that he had them.

He read the news that was sent to all foremen, another train had been derailed, funny that, last week a bridge collapsed under the weight of a NWO VIP convoy, it almost seemed like there were a group of people rather unhappy with the NWO. But he knew the news was censored and they would never admit that, regardless of how true it was.
 
The time was passing by ever so slowly as Kyle's slender fingers worked nimbly over the smooth glass of the bottles as she worked the factory line per her usual. Her blue eyes glanced upward at the digital clock's blazing blue numbers indicating the time. Most would peek at the time piece in order to know what show would be airing next—as that was the way time was typically known and followed—but not Kyle. Her eyes were fixated on the color of the numbers, the stark angles of the clock as the seconds continued to pass, marking just how mundane and hopeless her life truly was.

The inevitability of impossible change...

Kyle Maddox hadn't known any other way of life, but she stared at that clock, a stray lock of strawberry blonde falling into her eyes. A bottle fell just then in the factory line, making a tiny clinking sound as it tumbled over. With a small start, she jumped and picked it up, her small hands going back to work as another worker snickered at her mistake.

"Pay them no mind, Kyle," whispered another co-worker. Alicia. She was kind in the face, but plain. If she'd only known how to comb her hair, she might be able to turn some heads. Well, perhaps not. Though, Kyle would always wish it for the girl anyway.

Kyle smiled at Alicia. "Don't worry, I don't plan on it," she stated softly. Licking her lips, she shook her head and tossed her lush curls over her shoulder. Without realizing it, her eyes drifted upward toward the clock.

"You're lucky you can say that," Alicia added, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Kyle tilted her head as she glimpsed over at the girl. Alicia tucked a strand of dull, greasy blonde behind an ear. "Well, only the pretty ones can get away with such attitude and confidence." She grinned and shrugged.

Nodding, the left corner of Kyle's mouth moved upward into a lopsided smile. Though she didn't want to admit it, especially in front of Alicia, what she'd said was the truth. The better you looked, the nicer you were treated. This seemed to hold true no matter where you worked or lived. It was just the way of things. Swallowing hard, Kyle's eyes moved up to those blazing blue numbers once again. Suddenly, she could hear sounds of the televisions from the other rooms booming. She and others like her weren't fortunate enough to have such entertainment during working hours. However, others in the factory were. Lucky for them all, they could still listen in. It definitely helped break up the monotony of the day, something she was grateful for.

Straining her ears, she could hear the music, the cheers. Oh, Kyle knew that opening sequence all too well. It was 'Porn Idol'—only the most famous and most watched show in the history of television programming. Alicia grinned and gave her a knowing look as the sounds struck them both. Somehow, she knew what the plain girl was thinking, but could she really be so bold as to pull it off? She knew nothing from nothing! Hell, she hadn't even really kissed a boy let alone had sex with one. Could she really be so bold as to even attempt something so daring as the porn industry?

Kyle heaved a sigh. It seemed impossible, like a farfetched dream. Then again, what was the worst that could happen? They'd tell her 'no' and she'd be back on the factory line. The only one who'd know would be Alicia and she'd never tell. Not Alicia. It would be worth it, worth the shot at a better life. The thought of a real meal, a soft bed... just once.

Just once...

In all her nineteen years of life, Kyle didn't think she'd ever have the courage to strive for more. But, with Alicia giving her encouraging glances, hearing that music in the background. It was all too much. She had to try. Though her mouth was dry, she licked her lips in a vain attempt to wet them. Smoothing out her blue skirt, which fortunately hugged her curves in the most flattering of ways, she took a deep breath and set her jaw. She gave Alicia a grin causing the girl to giggle excitedly and show her that she'd crossed her fingers. Kyle began running her fingers through her hair as she marched away from her spot in line, Alicia immediately moving to take over. Yes, Kyle was on a mission. Luckily the owner of the factory was known to have connections. She just hoped that he'd listen and answer the door when she knocked.

The trek up to his office seemed endless, the time ticking on as the music in the background continued to fill Kyle's ears. Finally, she reached the door. Filled with jittery nerves, she fixed her hair and sucked in a sharp breath. Mustering up all the courage she had, she raised up her hand and knocked upon the door.
 
Malcolm sat at his desk studying his name plate "Malcolm Leber - Manager", he remembered when this made him feel some kind of pride, now every day was just another day closer to death, nothing seemed to matter anymore, he thought about the young people and some of the older ones as well who tried their luck in the porn industry, maybe they weren't so stupid after all, if nothing else they escaped the factories and other menial and often dangerous jobs.

He glanced at himself in the mirror, he used to have more muscle and bulk, now he was pushing emaciated, eating just didn't hold the same joy for him that used to have. He looked away and watched his monitors which fed him the information he needed on the progress of the bottles being produced and the work levels of each person or unit as they were called who was on the floor.

Then there was a knock at his door, he could see on his CCTV that it was a young girl, Kyle, he believed she was named, pretty with strawberry blonde hair, he prepared himself for what he knew was coming, taking a breath, he took out the porn application form and studied the questions that he was to ask her and that she would have to answer, he also took out the camera for the nude photos that he would have to take.

Strawberry blondes and red heads were always held dear by Malcolm, his wife Laura had strawberry blonde hair, well sometimes it appeared that way, it would change in the light and would go from strawberry blonde to quite red, she though passed away during child birth, the newborn also dying the same day, a double tragedy for Malcolm that was it seemed forever to take the light from his eyes.

That was 5 years ago though, they had been together 20 years, an unheard of amount of time for a relationship in the post NWO world. Now days people married and divorced within months or days, no care for the sanctity of their vows which still remained as they always did "Until death do we part", the wedding industry making a fortune of the weddings even having regular clients among the brides.

Marriage of course was a wealthy person's entitlement, poor people couldn't afford the licence let alone the wedding nowdays, luckily Malcolm and Laura married well before all the nonsense started.

Snapping himself out of his thoughts he remembered the door "Come in" he said trying not to sound too depressed about it all.
 
The sound of the knock echoed despite the background noise of the show. Kyle knew it would be a matter of minutes—perhaps seconds, time did tend to feel slower from where she was standing—before that door opened and her life... maybe, just maybe... might change. And oh how she hoped it could! Though... just then, her thoughts began to wander. In an instant, her mouth went dry and she could feel her pulse quicken. Tiny gasping breaths passed over her lips as a nervousness washed over her.

Her life could change. It would change... if even for a short time. Could she handle that? Could she really?

Kyle began to wonder if she truly could. She let her hands drop to her sides, but they didn't stay there for very long. One began to fidget with her skirt while the other worked its way up to her strawberry blonde curls, fingers twisting themselves furiously within the lush locks. So much apprehension, so much worry. Would she be liked... could she handle the line of work...? Chewing on her lower lip, she shifted from foot to foot as she waited. The moment the door opened, she let out a small squeak, her one hand, which had somehow managed to clutch at the blue fabric of her skirt—pulling the garment up just enough to show off some leg—released the material so that she could move it and cover her mouth. She giggled nervously before running her fingers through the reddish waves cascading over her slim shoulders.

"Hello, sir... I mean, Mr. Leber," Kyle began. She winced at the sound of her voice, which sounded hesitant, not at all confident or sure. Clearing her throat, she continued. "I do hope I'm not bothering you, but I..." her voice trailed a moment as her blue eyes found his. "I was wondering if you were taking any new applicants."

Almost immediately, Kyle could feel a heat sweeping across her cheeks. If she'd had a mirror, she was certain that she'd see her normally porcelain pale cheeks had turned a dark shade of crimson. Just the thought made her hands begin to tremble, her skin break out into goose bumps. Clasping her hands together in order to hide her jitters, she tried to smile and keep conversation going.

"I am a hard worker," Kyle added. "And always do my best. I... I think I have what it takes to do well..." She bit down on her lip, her blue eyes suddenly looking down at the floor. For a moment, she thought of Alicia—so plain, so encouraging that she try. It truly was a pity that her friend wasn't blessed with any decent 'assets'. Looking back up, she smiled a bit more broadly. "So, may I try? Do you think there's a chance for me?" She paused for a moment, her expression hopeful, though her tummy felt knotted, her emotions raw as uncertainty tried to consume her. "Regardless, I want to try, if you'll let me."

Kyle smiled, her one hand flicking her curls over her shoulder. She looked at Mr. Leber, her heart in her throat as it beat faster and faster. This was her one chance at a new life. Right now, she just hoped that she'd make it through whatever the process was to apply. Applying was the first step. It didn't mean you'd get noticed. But from what she'd both heard and knew, even that could be difficult depending. It made her wonder how hers would be and if it would be in vain when all was said and done.
 
He looked at the girl as she entered the room, perhaps she had the right idea after all, make the most of what they are offering and at least get to escape the factories. Besides it was his job to assist any person who wanted to enter the porn field, he was not allowed to talk them out of it, if they complained he would lose his job.

She began to speak and he knew instantly that his assumptions were correct, she was wanting to apply for porn work. She looked shy and a little embarrassed at asking, not all did, some were as crude as sailors and without any shame, he found those applicants easier to deal with, they had laid waste to themselves and were prepared to do what it took. People like this Kyle though weren't dead inside yet, they still had some pride and standards, but they also had drive and wanted more.

"Of course Kyle, take a seat we will go through the paperwork" he told her and gathered the forms together.

"So, there are some questions we must fill out here, name, age, sexual orientation, sexual experience, the usual things, but also what do you hope to achieve from the porn industry? As you probably know all the actors and people on tv started in porn, is that what you dream of to make it into non porn productions, or is this more short term? Also do you have any limits, anything you would never do no matter what?" he started to ask the questions as per the form, at the end of it all, he would take some photos to go along with her application.

"After we fill out the forms we will have to take some photos of you as well, don't worry it will just be by yourself, but they will want to see what the person looks like naturally, I am sure they will love you, you are quite beautiful" he said, this time actually meaning it, for the most part he would just give empty compliments to the applicants wanting to encourage them so he would get his finders fee. Kyle struck him though, something was very different about her and it transcended the physical. Something stirred within him, something very faint that hadn't been there for a long time.
 
Heart thumping, Kyle could feel the bile rising in her throat as a fresh wave of nerves washed over her. There was a sudden creak of the door as it moved open, letting the tiniest breezes rush over and caressing the exposed skin of her face and arms. Almost immediately, goose bumps formed over her pale flesh of her slender arms, but she resisted the urge to rub at them. Instead, her hands moved to grip the fabric of her blue skirt, knuckles whitening slightly as she dared to take that bold step forward—the one that would alter her life forever.

And with each step she took—clack, clack...echoed, her shoes—she could feel Alicia's grin behind her broadening.

Kyle took a deep breath, her pale eyes meeting those of Mr. Leber's for a brief moment before she turned her gaze away. She wasn't sure why she couldn't look at him. Was she ashamed of what she was about to do? Embarrassed? Afraid? As her mind swirled, she realized that she knew the answer. It was all of them and so much more. Honestly, she had no idea what to expect, yet at the same time she could harbor so many guesses. She knew she didn't want to live as the dregs of the Earth and wanted to believe she was more than what she was, but...

All she was... was a pretty face.

Kyle had often times heard the words, that saying: so lucky to be pretty. Perhaps there was a reason for it and it meant there was a better life out there for her. With all that she was, she wanted to believe it. Swallowing down the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat, she watched Mr. Leber as he began to go about what seemed his typical business—gathering up the paperwork, his mouth forming words as he started asking questions. His questions only made her head swim, her skin feel cold, as her cheeks grew hot. Biting down on her lip, she pushed at her strawberry blonde hair and flicked it over her shoulder.

Gathering up some courage and not wanting to ruin any of her chances, she opened her mouth to speak. At first, she couldn't find her voice it had gone so dry. Clearing her throat and licking her lips, she tried again, a nervous giggle escaping her lips as she dared to look at Mr. Leber as she attempted to answer a second time.

"I understand," Kyle began, nodding her head. Reddish curls bounced against slim shoulders and her grip on her skirt loosened. Her blue eyes shifted to the seat set up for her and she lowered herself down upon it. Looking up at Mr. Leber, she smiled, though it was clear she was still quite nervous. "I'm ready," she swallowed again and let out a tiny puff of air. "My name is Kyle Maddox. I'm nineteen and heterosexual..." her voice trailed and her blue eyes averted.

Kyle could feel that heat rising in her face again. These questions were definitely personal, yet she had to speak so freely about them to a stranger, her boss, someone who was about to take pictures of her. Suddenly, she could feel her cheeks burning even more. Blinking rapidly, she shifted slightly in her seat and crossed her legs causing her skirt to rise just a bit up leg exposing more of the calf. She knew she had to get a grip on herself and get over things fast. These were just standard questions. Every applicant answered these, not just her. So why she was getting herself all in a tizzy, she wasn't sure. But then, she truly did know why. This was her life her, her future. She was taking a big step and risk. And...

Looking up at Mr. Leber, she grinned sheepishly. "I'm a virgin," she squeaked. She hoped that her sexual status didn't count against her—a part of her worried greatly about that. Having no experience at all? How could the porn industry possibly want someone like her? She probably sealed her fate and would be back by Alicia's side in a matter of seconds.

Kyle knew her face was red and she could feel her eyes beginning to water, but she blinked the tears away. Trying her best to keep the tiny grin on her face, she just kept her eyes focused on Mr. Leber as she waited to hear more questions and the outcome of her fate after dropping that bomb of an answer.
 
He studied the quiet and odd girl carefully, yes he was right there was something very different about her, she was pretty but that wasn't it, there were many pretty girls who came through his door, Kyle had something they didn't have, she had shame, she had a self consciousness that was all too rare now days, she had.... she had a soul!

He remembered the books he had read, people were once thought to have souls and that they would live beyond their death, with the outlawing of religion people were thought to just die and become nothing, darkness, not even darkness as darkness was indeed something, he tried to think of 'nothing' it was too strange to comprehend, it was emptiness, just as the blind people who existed before they found a cure, they were thought to be living in a world of darkness, but that wasn't true, they saw nothing, nothing seemed too cold and big too deal with. One of the reasons Malcolm still prayed, sometimes making up his own prayers, praying in silent to a god of his own making, he wanted to share these ideas with others, he craved to share them but he couldn't risk trusting anyone as the act of believing in a god was considered treason of the highest order and anyone caught believing in it would be executed live on television.

His mind snapped back to where he was and what he was doing. She started to answer the questions, 19, hetro, he watched as she squirmed in her chair, it made for such a difference from the usual male and female sluts who walked in willing to do anything, some willing to do unspeakable things with animals even just to get out, of course many of the new would be porn starlets would have to do these very things, the more disgusting and depraving the quicker they would rise through the ranks, but quite often many of them didn't last long and the money wasn't much better than the factories, the main difference was the lifestyle, they would be treated as royalty for as long as they could remain popular with the audience, when their time was up they would return to factory life, perhaps some being lucky enough to get jobs entertaining the boardrooms of the various companies.

Then she said the word that Malcolm hadn't heard in a long time, she said she was a virgin, oh my he thought to himself. He was already thinking about managing this girl rather than selling her off to the porn industry, but now he was very intrigued and despite being a moral man he was also a practical one and realized that she would fare far better under his guidance than being sold off as meat. He could maintain her virgin status for far longer for a start, he had imagination, more so than the people who ran the entertainment industry.

She looked as though she were starting to cry, his heart became heavy, he just wanted to run away with her right now, but truly there was nowhere to go and they would be dead within a week.

"Don't cry my lady" he started, using a more romantic speech that he had craved to use, "I think we can work with your virgin status, I think we can really capitalize on that, I would like to manage you myself if that would be ok rather than sell you off to the porn industry, I think I can keep you a virgin longer, we can talk about creating an image for you based around that, your first films will be really tame, we will try and draw it out as long as we can before..." he took a breath, he really didn't want to say it.. "Before you actually have to have real sex, and by then you will be such a star that you will be the highest ever rated sex act on television" he said as his mind went a million miles an hour with all the thoughts.

"So tell me more about who you are, what do you like, what do you think about, what made you come here today?" he asked forgetting about the photos for now and just wanting some level of romance or a date feel to his interaction with this strange young lady.
 
Heart racing, Kyle felt the muscles of her thighs clench momentarily as she braced herself for Mr. Leber to tell her to kindly leave and make her way back to the factory floor. She honestly wouldn't blame him. After all, the training she would more than likely need to receive would probably be a burden to anyone who'd take her on. Surely no one would want to bother with that. It would be too much trouble, a terrible nuisance to say the least. Swallowing hard, her blue eyes suddenly broke their contact with her boss' and she felt her tiny hands begin to shake as she held tightly to the skirt she donned—something a bit longer than most girls her age, hell, most girls in general, wore. Even plain-jane Alicia wore shorter and more revealing skirts than she did!

Hell, even plain-jane Alicia probably had more experience than she did... though Kyle didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. Oh, she suddenly felt so confused. So lost.

As Kyle's eyes found themselves focusing on the boards of the floor, her mind swirling with lurid images of the things she'd no doubt be expected to suddenly do now that she sat in this hard and unforgiving chair in front of her boss. The air, which had felt cooler suddenly felt stifling and her breaths began to quicken. She could still hear that music emanating from outside the room, the walls apparently thin enough that she could hear it. Or, was it just her mind playing terrifying tricks on her, mocking her in the futility of her situation as she desperately tried to climb the social ranks.

Closing her eyes for a moment, Kyle tried to envision herself as a porn star. What would life be like in a year's time? In two, five, ten? Could she last? Would she last?

As Kyle opened her eyes and looked up, the room warm, her skin flushed with embarrassment, she gasped as Mr. Leber began to speak. Had she heard the man correctly? He wanted to take her on himself? He could... do that? Her heart fluttered at the idea, that someone—her boss, no less—was intrigued enough to want to take her on, his own special little project.

Kyle could hear the words she'd all too often heard her peers, friends... even strangers... mutter any time they gave her a passing glance or longing stare—you're lucky to have such a pretty face.

"Th-thank you, Mr. Leber," Kyle said shyly, her cheeks still scarlet as she smiled. Her lips were full as she bit down on the lower one, a tiny breath of relief rolling from her mouth as her body began to relax a little in the chair. She could feel the slick sweat on her palms as she let go of her skirt. Giggling nervously, she gently rubbed them against the fabric.

Kyle felt a spark of hope at the prospect of not only being taken on as Mr. Leber's protégé, but that he envisioned her as something unique—virginal porn star! It was an unexpected turn of events, a fortunate twist of luck. Perhaps her ride to a better life would be easier than she'd anticipated... As he began to explain things, her mind drifted slightly, some of his words lost as she focused on the idea of remaining pure and keeping her virtue.

Wouldn't Alicia be surprised! Wouldn't they all!

Looking up into Mr. Leber's eyes, he suddenly didn't appear as ominous and foreboding as he had when she'd first entered his office. There was something about him now, something... gentle, protective almost... and it made Kyle feel much more at ease with everything she was about to embark upon.

"I..." Kyle began again, cheeks flushed despite the fact she felt easier than before. "I've been working at your factory here for the past three years." Yes. Work. It would be easiest to start there. "I'd say I'm fairly good at the job, a fast learner and all that." She smiled a bit, hoping that her words would help bolster the man's confidence in her success. "I definitely like music and can dance. I've never gone to any clubs or anything, but I've seen people dance on the television and have practiced along with them." Her cheeks reddened at the admission. "Been doing that since I was a little girl." She bit down on her lip as her voice went soft for a moment. Clearing her throat, she swallowed and shifted in her seat. "Would be nice to dance again," she added.

Kyle's mind drifted as she dreamed of dancing in pretty dresses for all to see. Though the dresses were hardly the scantily clad garments most women of her class were wearing. No. They were elegant and beautiful, sophisticated. But, to get training like that? That was the stuff of fairytales...

"But, I... I came here hoping to find a better life, Mr. Leber," Kyle stated, her expression still dreamy and elsewhere. "I have to believe that there's something better out there, that I can be more than I am." Her insides twisted into knots as those words left her mouth.

Could she truly be more than she was? Kyle doubted it... she was lower class, a factory worker. To the New World Order—and no doubt to Mr. Leber too, despite the slight kindness he portrayed—she was just another pretty face. But wasn't that the way of it for girls fortunate such as herself? More than likely, but she had one shred of hope... the fact that Mr. Leber wanted to make her a virginal porn star.
 
Malcolm listened as she told him of her aspirations and what she hoped to achieve by trying porn, of course it made sense, life in the NWO was bleak and rather hopeless, working in the factories was humiliating and degrading, how different could porn be? Well maybe a little different, but at least it was a shot at something better, some little glimmer of hope that might get them out of this for good. And if not for good, then a short time, give them some happy memories to cling on to while they slaved away for no purpose at all, all to keep the rich wealthy and themselves poor.

Malcolm smiled and pressed a button his desk, it caused a part of the wall to swing open. It revealed a rather different room, Malcolm's private room but also the room in which he took photos of the porn applicants, the carpet was a plush red with burgundy drapes on the windows and hardwood furniture, there was a deep red leather love seat on one side and a bed with purple coverings and pillows, behind it through another door which was open was a spa bath, he wondered if Kyle had ever seen a room like this, nothing particularly special about it, almost standard pre NWO but now it was as good as heaven in the bleak world they were forced to live in. He found the room made even the most uncertain and nervous applicant more eager than ever to start their career.

"Why don't we go into this room here and we can start by taking some photos" he gestured to Kyle as he got up. "You will find some outfits in the wardrobe, I think the sch...." he stopped short, Kyle wouldn't know what a school girls uniform would have been like, "You will find a white blouse in there and a short tarten skirt and white panties with long past the knee white socks, I think you should put that outfit on, but have a shower first, take your time it is all ok." he said to her not wanting to rush her but not wanting her to get nervous and change her mind either.

Malcolm also didn't want to change his mind, he was conflicted about this, about managing her but his practical side knew that it was the best way to go, in fact the only way for Kyle to make her way out of this life and possibly to something better.

He picked up his camera and started to program the settings, Malcolm thought back to pre NWO, all the times through sheer boredom more than anything else that caused him to fantasize about sex at work or having his secretaries pose nude for him and disciplining staff with spankings. Of course back then he would have been arrested for sexual harassment at the mere discussion of that kind of thing let alone actually doing it.

Now though it was not only a part of his job but they were coming to him asking for his assistance. How times have changed indeed.

"I'll wait here for you ok, if you need anything at all, just yell out" he said to her hoping she would take the next crucial step.
 
Kyle had to wonder just how many girls like her walked through this very door and sat in this very chair each week. The thought of it made her dizzy, so she focused her pale eyes on Mr. Leber's face. Funny how the light played with his features—once frightening, now softer, almost gentle—and she couldn't help but stare. Lips quirked up into a small smile, she felt her muscles relaxing, getting used to the idea that she'd made this decision to take the plunge to better her life. As she shifted in her seat, her body naturally falling a bit forward as she leaned one elbow against a crossed knee, she could still hear the reverberating tones from outside.

That music. Those sounds of the blaring television as they reverberated against the hard walls and made their way, muffled, into the room in which she sat with Mr. Leber. Kyle swallowed just then, her thoughts wandering as she tried to envision herself dancing for an audience. Only the type of dancing to be expected wouldn't be the sort of her dreams and fantasy. No. But Mr. Leber said he would help. He promised her a life as a virginal porn star! She still couldn't believe that anyone could find such a thing even remotely appealing. But, she had to trust in him and his knowledge of the industry. After all, he was the one sitting behind the desk, who had the office, the title. She was nothing but the lowly factory worker who was fortunate enough to have a pretty face.

Just as Kyle's breaths were starting to come more easily, Mr. Leber gestured she enter a different room. She gave him a nod, her strawberry blonde hair falling forward over her shoulders as her head tilted forward. Slowly, she uncrossed her legs and stood up, ready to follow the man—her boss, her manager—to where he wanted her to go for the photo shoot. The moment her blue eyes saw the room, her tummy fluttered and she felt a wave of nausea rush over her. The room was exquisite, unlike anything she'd ever seen with all its lush amenities.

Kyle couldn't help but stare at everything, her face going pale as she took in the sights unfolding before her eyes. Without meaning to, her tiny hand reached out to touch the luxurious wine-colored fabrics that hung across the glass windows. The plush material was soft and cool against her fingertips, like the kiss of the breeze on a spring afternoon. If she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine she was outside, laying against the grass as she'd once done as a child—a fortunate experience that most weren't lucky to have, but her parents had found a patch of the verdant green and had allowed her to sit upon it when she was small.

Mesmerized, Kyle glided from window to bed, her skin prickling as her mind wandered, filling with lurid visions of the sorts of things that she would be expected to perform on such a lavish piece of furniture. Swallowing down the bile that threatened to rise in her throat, she touched the top blanket, but it didn't last. Like a child stung by a scorpion, she brought her hand back and walked closer to where her new manager was standing, her steps once hard as they'd clacked against floorboards were now whispers as she moved over hushed carpet. Truly, this was like walking on wispy clouds, like floating on air. Taking a shaky breath, she turned to look at Mr. Leber, her lips trying to quirk upward into a smile. But, it was difficult. She was nervous, terrified.

Finally, Kyle nodded when she realized she was to shower and change. She took note of the clothing he wished for her to don and licked her lips in a vain attempt to wet them. "All right, Mr. Leber," she said softly, though it sounded more like a squeak. Oh, she wanted to run and hide, duck underneath those plush blankets covering the large bed before her. But instead, she turned on her heel and made for the wardrobe, her fingers busily rummaging through clothes in hopes to find the exact garments her new manager had requested.

It didn't take long, before she knew it, Kyle found the skirt and blouse, the material thin and cold, so much lighter than the frock she currently wore. No doubt this bit would show off much more skin and leave little to the imagination. Then again, this was what she saw on the television. Girls running around in tiny skirts where cheeks hung out and legs were bare. There was never any shame, though... she didn't know how anyone couldn't harbor some. Just knowing that someone was looking, judging. It was terrifying.

Kyle entered the shower room, twisting the knobs to adjust the water to the perfect tepid temperature—too hot and her skin would become too red. She breathed in deeply as the scent of lilac filled her nose. It was delicious and dreamy and made her sigh in contented bliss. Truly, this part was nice. She then removed her shoes and slowly shimmied out of her blue skirt, the garment pooling at her feet as she slipped off her black top and cast it onto the floor next to the tiny pile she was creating. Once naked, she shivered, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror hanging on the wall in front of her. Her body was slim yet shapely, her hips perfect for gripping. Truly, she was fortunate, just as Alicia had said. She dared to let a hand trace over the curves of her abdomen, moving upward so that they could cup her breasts, pinch a nipple...

A heat swept over Kyle's face as she let her hands explore a little, but she couldn't help herself. Soon, so soon, others would be touching her body and not once had she tried or taken much notice of what she was or had to offer. She supposed all of that was about to change once she finished her shower. Stepping into the warm spray, she let her hands glide over her arms, taking in the feel of each curve, each angle. There was a softness there, smooth and delicate and so very feminine. Her hands slid back to her breasts, the nipples taut where they'd been soft and supple only moments ago. She giggled nervously and bit down on her lip, her hands moving to touch her thighs and finally, though hesitantly, between her legs. She gasped and pulled them away. Her cheeks hot as she clasped her hands together in front of her tummy.

Could she do this? Could she really? Kyle had to wonder as the water ran in rivulets down her spine, along her chest. If she couldn't touch herself, how would she be when others did? She supposed she'd get over it. It was just jitters. Besides, she'd have her manager watching over her, she'd be keeping her virtue.

Everything would be all right.

When Kyle finished her shower, she quickly dressed in the outfit she knew met Mr. Leber's expectations and slowly, timidly, walked out to meet him in the rich room that awaited. She flicked her strawberry blonde hair, still a bit damp from the water, over a shoulder and waited. One hand moved to smooth the short red plaid skirt she wore, only there was so little material, she knew she was doing it more out of nervous habit than out of need. Biting down on her lip, she brought her hands to her side, one reaching to tug a bit on the strange socks she wore that covered up a good part of her legs.

"I... I'm ready, Mr. Leber," Kyle stated. Her blue eyes showed fear and uncertainty though her expression showed determination. "What am I to do?" she asked.
 
Malcolm stood on the line between his office and his not so secret audition/bedroom, he smirked a little at the metaphor of his position in the room, not quite a manager and not quite the porn agent, but then even prior to NWO he never felt like he was on his life intended path either, was there even such a thing? Well perhaps not, but one thing for sure is NWO fixed that old world dilemma of 'what do I want to be when I grow up', they told you what you could be and left the rest to chance. Not that chance played a big part in it either mind you.

Kyle passed by him and went to shower, he liked the idea of her standing naked in there, perhaps leaving her scent behind, he made a note to himself to have her pose on his bed, anything in the hopes she would leave some trace of herself behind. He felt excited and scared by her all at once, that old romantic vibe he used to live in so often coming up ever so faintly but there nonetheless.

An ad came on, "Cum-Big" a special soft drink that said it increased the amount of semen a man would ejaculate, sperm & semen had become a huge fetish, birth rates had been dropping for the past 150 years along with testosterone levels there were many theories for this but the most factual one was the decrease in physical labor and switch to factory and office type work, men had become sedentary since the Industrial revolution and it had taken it's toll, the fast food diet of the rich and poor alike also didn't help this. Of course NWO didn't want a huge world population and this suited them just fine, they also wanted a dumbed down people who would spend their time marveling at porn stars, many of the male stars took drugs to increase their ejaculate in order to wow their audiences and appear more virile, the side effect of these soft drinks and drugs ironically being sterility. Malcolm watched the ad and wondered how his rulers managed to pull off such a stunt, he of course knew though, NWO had scientists working on all kinds of research, they had the facts, what they fed the people were myths and legends. Men who actually impregnated women were hailed as heroes and their photos placed on internet sites with contact details, women keen to become mothers would contact them and plead for their seed, "plead for their seed" being the catch phrase on all the reproduction posters, dating sites would include men's breeding capabilities in full in case a woman was wanting to reproduce or of course not, the blank shooters were popular in their own right, condoms and the morning after pill being hard to get and expensive.

Butterflies started to flutter in anticipation as he heard the shower turn off, he could hear her taking clothes off their hooks and changing, it had been so long since he had really wanted to play dress ups with a girl, not since his beloved Laura had he played it with joy. Of course he had other applicants dress the part, but it was usually just a case of putting them in some standard lingerie, not really caring or thinking about it and then having them strip off and splay themselves wide open for the camera lens. Quite workmanlike on his part.

Then he heard her call out, saying she was ready, he looked up as she stood at the bathroom door, the socks just past her knees, that delectable sight of thigh between sock or stockings and short skirt, what was it that made that far more sexy then a totally bare leg, well sometimes it was sexier, he was a big fan of nice legs, especially when combined with classic black stiletto pumps, but he liked this as well. She looked incredible, every bit the shy school girl, virginal yet aware of her sexuality and what it could drive men to do and what it made them want to do to her in turn. Did she, did Kyle really get it though, her power?

"Wow, you look amazing Kyle, I think you will do so well with this, here, come here, sit on the bed next to me" he said walking over to the bed and patting it with his hand, he wanted to coach her, for her to truly understand, this would not be like the others, Kyle would be his product to market and manage and of course he hoped to protect her as well and maybe, just maybe there might be some romance, he didn't let himself get too carried away with that idea, more a faint dream, something to keep him warm at night, he looked at her for a few moments just admiring her.

"I want you to understand your image, what we will sell you as, you do understand that you will be a product right? I know that sounds cold, but you will be something that we will sell and you will need to behave and act a certain way, at least for the camera's, I want to really do this well so we can get you out of the factories ok?" he asked and before she could answer he started to speak again.

"You will be the virginal young girl, easy so far huh? Right but you are curious, you have just had this body spring up on you, your breasts, your shapely legs and arse, you have noticed that if you touch your pussy it makes you feel all warm and giddy, I think we should focus on that sense of innocence, of that playfulness, I don't want you to act like a slut, nothing obvious and you should always look happy but a little vulnerable, vulnerable and yet curious, we have to create this kind of strange contradiction where men want to fuck you and yet want to eat ice cream with you in the park, do you know what I am saying, does it make sense? You will be this fantasy to them, we will make films where they hang on just watching you do not much at all, we will stretch it out as long as we can, coming up with different ideas to avoid you having to have sex with someone on screen, do you get it Kyle?" he kept asking if she got it, what he was explaining was full of nuance and old world erotica, it was light years away from the crude and degrading porn of the NWO.

"Here, watch some clips with me, these are all very old, but I want you to get an idea" he said and with that he showed her clips of Marilyn Monroe, Bettie Page, Amy Adams and he dug out Maryanne from Gilligans Island as well to try and illustrate what he was explaining.

"What do you think Kyle, make sense?" he asked again.

"Perhaps we can start by taking some simple shots, if you are ready, stand by the door there" he instructed.
 
Never in all her life had Kyle felt as nervous as she did in that moment while she stood there. It was utterly surreal. She knew she looked the part and the scene before her definitely set the tone, but... she felt jittery and most certainly not herself. No doubt if Alicia could see her she'd laugh. The plain girl was all friendly smiles and encouragement, coveting the face and body she didn't have... but if she could see her now as she stood there shaking, trembling... so very terrified as she looked over at Mr. Leber, no doubt that plain-jane girl would get some sort of satisfaction out of it.

Kyle wasn't sure why she was taking out her nervous venom on the girl working in the factory below. Perhaps it was just easier to do so when she couldn't see her face or her bright eyes when she smiled. She couldn't hear the laughter or feel that gentle touch when she'd patted her on the back as she whispered that she go and seize the moment. Ugh! Why was she blaming Alicia for her sudden stage fright!

Because it... it was easier.

Just then, Kyle felt her cheeks grow warm. She looked down at her feet wearing the pretty shoes and she couldn't help but smile. The graceful curves of her legs were covered by the white socks, which accentuated her form and silhouette as she stood there and hesitated. Mouth dry, she let the tip of her tongue dart out and lick at her lower lip. She then puckered her lips slightly and gave Mr. Leber a nod.

"I... I think so," Kyle answered though, truth be told, she wasn't sure. But, she would try her best to do as he'd suggested. This was her life and she wanted it to be better, to make her new manager proud.

Without thinking, Kyle brought one hand up to her hair and began to twirl a finger innocently about one of her red curls. The other, she brought up to her mouth and gently began tapping it against her full lower lip, pursed into a tiny pout as she walked toward the bed and then sat down. Still nervous, she sat on the bed's edge, her knees kept together, her back straight though arched at its base as she place her hands against her knees.

Frowning slightly, Kyle tilted her head and arched a brow. Oh, she felt beyond awkward. However was she going to manage this? Lifting one leg, her short skirt sliding upward, revealing more flesh, she crossed it over one knee. She then leaned forward and propped her chin against a hand and began to nervously chew on her thumbnail, the action causing her breasts to squeeze together between her arms.

"I do know I will try my best Mr. Leber, sir," Kyle then stated, her lips turning upward into a small smile, her cheeks still red as she lifted her free hand and tugged at a red curl.

Kyle then turned to watch a few clips that Mr. Leber had set up for her to see. She bit down on her lower lip, her fingers twirling her hair as she watched them with great intent, not wanting to miss a thing. Her future was at stake and thus her life. When they finished, she felt her cheeks burning. Sitting a bit more upright, she looked over at her boss, now manager and smiled, though her hands were touching her cheeks, taking in their intense heat. Giving Mr. Leber a nod, she stood up and walked over to the door per his instructions.

"I am," Kyle said as she made her way over to the door. Upon reaching it, she looked at it, not quite sure what to do. Was she to touch it? Hold it? Grab the door knob? She really wasn't certain and felt like she just might fail even after she'd claimed to be ready and after watching all those clips. Taking a deep breath and smoothing out the red plaid of her skirts, she decided to take a hold of the edge of the door and lean against it until instructed otherwise. Her leg naturally fell along the one side of it as she leaned, again her one hand moved to tug on her hair. "What should I do first, Mr. Leber?"
 
Malcolm could feel his own nervousness coming through, this was always very standard for him, take some photos and send off the application. With Kyle though he wanted more, he wanted to make her a star for sure but he couldn't help but entertain romantic thoughts about her, but he had to act slow, he knew that or she would end up getting spooked and back off, it wasn't impossible for a worker to find another foreman elsewhere to kick start their porn career, porn was considered of utmost importance and if one foreman was not considered approachable by a worker they had every right in the world to walk into another factory and ask another foreman. In fact it was one of the few rights the working classes had.

She looked confident though in a rather unsure manner, that irony would help sell her, he recalled the book Lolita, the idea of an innocent young girl who could drive grown men crazy, of course that was the trick, to make old men feel young again, to make them recapture their innocence and teen years.

"You are doing great Kyle, just be yourself that will be your best weapon here actually, being yourself and just flirting with the camera, now let me put some music on and you just walk around, dance, do anything you like, I will take photos and we will go through them when we are done and you will slowly get the idea of what I am trying to achieve with you. I don't want anything to look fake, the more you are yourself the better it will be" he explained and then put some 1980's music on, fun and bouncy.

"Don't take anything off yet, I think we will take shots with your clothes on, but you know, twirl your hair, flick your skirt up, at some point undo your blouse and heave your chest forward so I can take some shots of your cleavage, I think that is what we will do, you will stand out among all the applicants because you won't be naked, I have so many ideas to make you a star honey" he said and then wanted to apologize for calling her honey but decided against it because it would make him sound un-confident and that just would not do at all, if he wanted to impress her both professionally and personally then he would have to learn how to be a take charge kind of guy.

Then he realized, he would have to learn to care again.
 
Kyle looked over at Mr. Leber, her eyes pale eyes wide as saucers as she listened, trying to take to heart the things he was saying. Oh, he made them sound so simple, so easy. But the cold hard truth was... it wasn't. As she searched herself inside, she felt as awkward as she had just before entering his office even though she knew she now looked the part. Pretty face; be damned. Chewing on her lower lip, she looked at the camera he was holding, the lens lifeless, just a piece of plastic. How was she to flirt with that? Her hands began to tremble slightly as she felt her nerves bubble up; rising to the surface as failure began to feel imminent.

Mr. Leber would cast her out for sure now; send her back to the factory lines! The very thought made Kyle's eyes prick with tears. Immediately, she looked down at the floor, her eyes glimpsing the floor beneath her feet. For a moment, she felt dizzy as a wave of heat washed over her, her body feeling strangely numb as worry consumed her. She wouldn't be able to do this... would she? But she couldn't face the world as a failure. She couldn't tell Alicia she'd done it all wrong.

This opportunity would pass her by and when would she ever find another?

Kyle felt her legs go weak, her body slumping slightly, so she held onto the door for support. She let her full weight press against it for a moment as she listened to the music play in the background, the sounds soft and sensual as they filled the room—nothing like that blaring music from the shows that filled the halls of the factory. Taking a deep breath, she just shook her head, letting the panic that had etched her face slowly subside as she tried to straighten herself up against the door. She looked up again, her eyes glistening from the tears that had welled up in her eyes and stared directly at the camera lens.

As Kyle looked at that camera, a hand moving to flick at her strawberry blonde hair, she decided that it would be impossible to do anything if all she did was flirt with a lens, a piece of plastic and glass that saw... nothing. After all, what was she? A pretty-faced factory worker. A nothing. Swallowing down the lump in her throat, she looked beyond the lens, to the one who'd made promises and claimed to see something... that he could make something of her. Perhaps she could dig a bit deeper and work with that rather than the camera. Besides, he was the one taking the pictures. It only... made sense.

Kyle gave another nod, though she still felt unsure. Pushing herself fully upright, she bit down on her lower lip, her body finding the rhythm of the music. One hand tugged on her skirt while the other tugged on a lock of hair, furious tangling itself over and over and over again in time with the music. Anytime her skirt went too high, she blushed a violent shade red, a hand moving to cover her mouth as she giggled. After a while, the music became fun, making her smile. Suddenly, she did little twirls, her skirt billowing, her hair mussing, getting her face so that she had to brush it away. She looked at the camera—at Mr. Leber—and gave him a tiny peek-a-boo. Almost instantly, she blushed and bit down on her lip, more giggles erupting as she scampered and pranced back and forth in time to the music.

As time passed, Kyle no longer saw the camera barring the way. She truly was looking at Mr. Leber and doing her best to please him, to make him proud. She just hoped a better life would come out of it all in the long run. Maybe, if she gave it her all, such a thing could be possible.

"How am I doing, Mr. Leber?" Kyle asked shyly after a few more twirls and slight adjustment of her breasts in her blouse, causing her cheeks to redden. "I hope I'm doing all right." She ran her fingers through her long lo cks as she walked and gave Mr. Leber another peek-a-boo, causing her to go into a fit a tiny giggles and cover her face to stifle the sound. When she brought them down, she was smiling, her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright with hope. "I'm trying really hard to do as you said, so I hope I'm getting right."
 
He could see that she was searching for something deep within herself to help her do this, he was impressed in so many ways, many of the people he photographed would have already stripped naked by now, women would have had their legs and pussies spread wide apart for the camera to photograph and send to indifferent producers who were well and truly made numb to naked bodies and sex by way of the amount of it they saw on a daily basis, men would have been naked and hard, stroking away as if it were a behaviour unique to them and them only.

But this Kyle, her uncertainty, her naivety and lost quality, this was something different, Kyle could well spark a revolution he thought to himself, a renaissance of sorts where subtlety once again counted for something and the mind resumed it's position as the biggest sex organ in all of us. Malcolm twitched in his pants at the thought of it all, he knew he may have been dreaming and that indeed there may be no place at all for a virginal porn star but he didn't care he was feeling things again, he was experiencing the rush of emotions and the wave of feelings that came from caring and being attracted to someone.

Oh how he wished he could just covet Kyle, to have her live with him in his office here, to never again send her to the factory floor, and yet the NWO followed it's workers and managers zealously, they kept track of who and how many they had of each type, no, hiding her away would not work, if they wanted freedom, if he wanted her, they would have to play this game, at least until they found a way out. And yet, he caught himself again, he didn't know if she even liked him yet, he was head over heels for her and to her he was still a stranger, he snapped himself out of dream land yet again.

He knew though if it weren't for him Kyle would have probably run out of the room by now, any other manager would have insisted she strip already maybe even perform sexual acts with them, her virginity her innocence a mere inconvenience for them.

She slumped against the door, he could see she was still nervous and yet it all worked so well, he just kept taking photos, they would work out which ones to send later on, her eyes were watering, he wanted to hold her, to baby her but some tough love was required here, she would have to learn to keep pushing herself, pushing past what made her nervous to do things that she really preferred not to do, or she could resign herself to a life on the factory floor which she really didn't want at all.

Then he saw it, something in her changed, a light flicked on in her eyes and she started to look more alive, she was no longer flirting with the camera, the black device that made her so nervous and was nothing more than an expensive contraption, she bit her lip, oh he did love that, flicked her hair, oh yes, keep going he thought, she giggled, twirled, smiled, that smile, how he would murder to make that smile his and his alone, she did a slight peek a boo holding her skirt up briefly exposing her white knickers, his cock hardened, his heart skipped beats, oh if he was to die than make it now, so happy so alive.

"Oh you are doing great" he said, wondering if she was the object of her flirtation, "How about you get on the bed, here is a huge lollipop, lick it and maybe arch your back up, spread your legs, let the skirt fall where it may, open your blouse up, expose the black bra underneath, let us try some shots like that" he explained to her happy to go further now that she was warming up to the whole thing.

"You my darling are going to be a sensation I just know it!" he exclaimed.
 
The music was soft as it played, the tones filling Kyle's ears as she moved and twirled, tiny hands playing the hem of her plaid skirt. She looked beyond that lens, imagining that her eyes connected with Mr. Leber's and nodded. Giving him a shy, yet coy, smile, she slowly turned around. Her head was the last to follow as her eyes remained fixed on the eyes she knew were hidden behind that lens.

He was there behind it. He was.

Kyle kept repeating this to herself over and over again. It made things easier as she tried to do all these strange new things being requested of her. She focused on the kindness she heard in Mr. Leber's voice, those rich, yet gentle, sounds as he offered her guidance. Carefully, she sat down on the edge of the bed. Sure enough, there was the lollipop. For a moment, she stared at the sweet confection as it laid there, the bright colors beckoning her to taste them. And oh how she wanted to! She'd never actually tasted candy, not like this. Only once when she was very young had she managed to get a taste of anything remotely similar. Another child had been given a piece of candy by his mother, only... he had dropped it. Being young and desperate to taste the sweet candy just once, she'd scrambled to pick up the dirty candy and ate it.

It had been heavenly!

Kyle stared at the lollipop, her mouth beginning to water at the sight of it. Her mind flooded with the childhood memory. This time she could taste candy again. Real candy. Clean candy. Her candy. A heat rose to her cheeks and she bit down on her lips. Giggling softly, she scooted up on the bed. She sat cross-legged at first, much like a child as she unwrapped the sweet confection. Her hands were shaky with giddiness and delight, her cheeks reddening by the moment as more and more giggles erupted from her lips. She looked up at the lens—at Mr. Leber—and smiled. Raking a hand through her strawberry blonde hair, she shifted a bit, moving into a kneeling position atop the bed. As she began to slowly lick the lollipop she began to slowly unbutton her blouse.

One button... two buttons... three...

One by one, as the buttons came undone, more and more porcelain flesh was revealed beneath, the contrast stark against the black of the bra she wore beneath. "This is quite good," Kyle said softly, shyly as she licked the lollipop, her blue eyes locked on the lens. "Very sweet," she admitted with a sigh. Her teeth bit down on the confection and she took a tiny nibble. For a moment, her eyes fluttered close. Again, she shifted, her legs moving straight out in front of her, the knees slightly bent at an awkward angle. "Truly, it's delicious," she said, her thoughts swirling about how wonderful the sweet tasted. "Want a taste?" She held out the lollipop toward Mr. Leber, leaning forward just enough causing her bra-covered breasts to spill forward from her blouse. Her eyes were wide as she held it out.

Surely he would want to try it. It tasted so wonderful and despite his position as her manager, Kyle was certain most didn't get the opportunity to have such luxuries like candy all that often. It was the least she could do and Mr. Leber deserved it. Still smiling, she allowed her free hand to move up and touch her breasts that had just exposed themselves, causing her to blush that much more.
 
If the NWO really knew what Malcolm was capable of and the information and knowledge that resided within his psyche they may have kidnapped him and imprisoned or executed him for being a threat to their way of doing things. Malcolm understood far too much, he always did, even as a child he would question in his mind anyway why other kids his own age would do things and even why adults especially teachers would do and teach the things they did, he never cared much for any type of authority, he saw it all as a form of controlling him to achieve some result for themselves never him.

As Malcolm watched Kyle lick the lollipop he remembered that they were rare to her and yet back in his day sweets and all kinds of edible treats were readily available. He thought about porn, not the nuts and bolts of it, the crude imagery that was shown every day on almost every type of channel, the sweating bodies, the cocks hammering into cunts, the facials and whatnot. That was not what interested Malcolm at all, he started to think about why people like porn.

Malcolm believed it was far more than just a thrill of seeing bodies doing private things to each other, if that was the case then people would grow bored of watching it very quickly, he thought back to when he was a kid and loved watching action films, loved the explosions and gunfire, now though those films bored him immensely, there was nothing else to them, they were a form of porn except with violence instead of sex.

So, why did people not grow tired of porn? He thought about it more and more, the ideas started to form in his head, porn was an escape, it was a fantasy where they could watch two strangers have so much physical fun with each other, sex in real life was never the same, it was clumsy, it didn't last that long, even now in these very sexually free times some girls would still not do everything, sure there was those things, but what else?

Then he got it. A light flicked on in his mind.

Porn was about the woman being there for the man, she was his everything, he started recalling porn films in his mind, they all had the same angles at some point, the same scenes, girl with cock in her mouth - she looks up at the camera - she wants to watch the man - she wants to make the viewer feel that she is doing this to him.

She opens her mouth, she wants to be fed, she wants to take it, she wants what comes from him. This is primal.

Yes, that was it, porn was a virtual girlfriend, it was a celebration of masculinity, it made men feel wanted, the man could make the woman on the screen into anything he wanted, slut, whore, virgin princess, it was his to decide and he knew himself that at times these ideas could change about the same woman from second to second. Porn was the male equivalent of the old Mills and Boon novels of the 1970's, men don't like to talk, they don't need to do a whole lot, they just want a woman to be there for them, he thought about other types of erotica - The Nurse, The Housewife, The Cheerleader, The Schoolgirl, these were all roles that were supportive or needy, they were all wanting or needing someone to fulfill their role in life.

Yes, this would be Kyle's role, this would be how it would all work. Kyle would be the fantasy, they would start very low key and minor, they would entice, create fantasy in the minds of men who didn't realize they could fantasize.

He took more photos and then stopped as she held out the lollipop, he found himself surprised when he licked the bitten into candy as well, it was nice, perhaps nicer for being in her mouth, they had taken some cleavage shots now, she was now exposing her breast.

"Kyle" he started and then began to explain his thoughts to her, he explained his opinions on porn and how her part in it would work out, he tried not to look at her breast too much but found himself returning to it.

"I think we have all the photos we need for now, lets not take topless ones at this point, I will put together a pack to send off for you. Your breasts are so divine.." he said totally losing himself and wanting to touch her but resisting somehow.

She was touching her breast now, touching it as he spoke to her, did all of this turn her on, was she going through some kind of new experience before him?

"Tell me what you are feeling and thinking Kyle, what is going through your mind?" he asked eager to know, he was salivating for her yes, but this just made him even more keen to know what was running through her mind.

He desperately wanted to call her beautiful but resisted, he didn't want to make it personal, didn't want to scare her off and didn't want to ruin the feelings running through him.
 
A soft giggle rolled over Kyle's lips when Mr. Leber took a lick of the candy she held. She didn't know why, but a part of her half expected him to politely decline, to reject the offer flat out. Whether she figured it would be out of wanting to keep a professional distance or merely because he wouldn't want to mingle with someone of the likes of her—after all, she was working class, a factory worker—she didn't know. Though, who in their right mind would want to cavort with such sorts? The disparity between her kind and his was more than clear cut and ingrained in her mind well before she'd been of age to hold a job of any kind.

So, why did he reciprocate and play along? Why did he indulge?

Kyle had to figure it was part of the process. Perhaps this was just his way of making her feel even more at ease with everything that was suddenly happening. She was leaving the life she knew behind for something else entirely, something foreign though she couldn't help but be exposed to a fair bit despite how much her family had tried to shelter her while growing up. It was inevitable with how the media invaded everything, from the most mundane and trivial of things to the most extravagant and elaborate. Try as anyone might, it was literally everywhere. She remembered how girls would giggle and talk big of dreams of being the objects of men's desire when she was younger.

Funny, how she, of all those girls, was the one pursuing those daydreams and making it into a reality. The one who used to secretly hope she'd never have to sell herself out. Yet, here she was. However, never did Kyle expect it to be so easy. She'd been promised that she could keep her virtue! Now that was quite unexpected to say the least. Unexpected and enticing. It made her initial worries melt away for the most part, though she wondered if she'd ever feel totally comfortable doing this job.

Mr. Leber seemed to have such confidence in her. Kyle had to admit, the way he looked at her made her feel better, like she mattered and belonged. Like she could do anything if she had a mind to try and make it happen. She'd have to hold onto his belief if she was going to make it, listen to him and follow his directions. As she looked over at him, her blue eyes full of innocence and wonder, she gave him a shy nod at his compliment.

"Thank you, Mr. Leber," Kyle said softly. "I'm sure if you approve then others certainly will," she added. She gave him another smile, her one hand moving to twist fingers through strawberry blonde locks. Again, she giggled, her eyes glancing down. Her cheeks reddened when she caught a glimpse of her exposed breasts, spilled forth from the blouse, but still covered up by the lacy bra she wore. When she looked back up, her eyes fixed on Mr. Leber's.

Kyle could feel her nervousness rising again. She was glad to be finding approval, but still she worried. Though, she supposed that was natural. This was a big step for anyone to take, especially for one such as herself. For a fleeting moment, she wondered what Alicia might do in her situation. Then she realized that Alicia could never be in her situation. She furrowed her eyebrows at that thought, at how only a select few were able to attempt at a better life and even fewer able to actually make it. Biting down on her lip, she suddenly felt fortunate for the face she had, the body, the look... all of it.

Shifting a bit, Kyle moved to cover up a little, her cheeks still burning. "I know you'll put together a great package for me. I.... I trust you," she said with a nod. "So, what do I do in the mean time?" she then asked. It was a good question she figured since she wasn't certain as to what happened next. Questionnaires, photos... next, hopefully, came work. But she was uncertain of how that would happen and when and where. "Should I practice dancing or be sure to watch things for ideas?" She paused a moment feeling like a silly schoolgirl peppering her teacher for answers. It was made to feel even more real given her attire. Her skin suddenly flushed. "I'm sorry to be asking so many questions," she said with a giggle.
 
He enjoyed hearing her giggle as he licked the lollipop she offered, why wouldn't he taste it? True with many of the people who came to apply for porn roles he would not have even shook their hands as filthy and devoid of morals as many of them appeared to be, but Kyle was different, she was the thing that brought him back to life, that made him feel again, she was everything that would save him and he would do his best to save her from a life in the factories also.

He was still worried though, worried at how much she really understood, he would prolong it as much as he could, make her films as creative as possible without going into sex, but eventually he knew, that if she became a hit which was almost a definite, her fans would of course want to see her fuck, it is just the way it is, he thought back to the old porn he used to watch pre NWO, he liked seeing women in lingerie or implied nude or fully nude but eventually he wanted to see them full naked legs spread and pussy open, it was just the way things worked, men wanted to see whatever they weren't seeing, the usual "What else is on" male behaviour.

He kept playing with her breast as she thanked him for the compliment, then she asked what would happen to her in the mean time, it would of course take some time to process the her profile and application.

"Yes, of course" he started, "Well perhaps you could stay here with me, I have a second bed you could sleep in and you could practice your dancing and think about what type of films you want to make and that kind of thing. Perhaps you could dance for me now, no photos, just practice, dance and undress till you are naked but keep your shoes and long socks on" he told her as he lay on his back and stared at the ceiling, far too much time had passed since he had felt anything and now the flood gates were open and he was not sure if he could shut them again.
 
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