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Chapter 4. Helmut and Jane
 We have two cameras, managed by Frad. One is bigger and better, and the other is lighter and more versatile. Frad usually operates the big, heavier one for the main shots. Sometimes he has me or Tony zooming in for extra angles when the action is hot. I'm still weak from sex with Mina, and not about to stagger around with either machine.
I sit on a chair, holding a glass of cola in one hand and my notes in the other, with an ever-ready pencil over my ear. We're a team, so we work well together. I discuss the planned shoot with Mina, and often she jumps around making silent signals. There are always two monitors in the room, where the models can see what they look like.
The Albanian women sit next to each other, almost like lovers clinging together, though I think they are straight. Frad, Tony, and Mina are on the job, moving around. Jane and I are the only two light-skinned people in the room. Tony is a dark, hairy man with roots in Sicily, while Frad is a dark-skinned black Jamaican. Mina and Dashka are two café-au-laity Mediterranean women, and the Albanians are like Gypsies. I am intrigued by the women's sweet milk-coffee skin, and Jane's almost transparent white and blondness in contrast. Helmut is like Jane, a blond pale Nordic type. I am a very average big, muscular Irish looking guy with very dark red hair, freckles, a small nose, and dark blue eyes. And a tired, aching dick at the moment, grateful to Mina for her sweet exuberance.
Dashka and Lorena sit in separate chairs, sipping tea and watching.
I've worked with all of them before, except Helmut. I had some misgivings—I always do—but he was going to work out splendidly.
Mina suggests that Helmut squat on the floor, for starters, and posed while pretending to exercise. He is very cooperative, and his English is quite good, so there are no linguistic ordeals to overcome. Helmut is a tall, wiry man with wild, stringy blond hair. It's his look. I think I heard some fashion-fruit once describe the type as 'wind-swept' or something. Helmut was one of those models with a face, almost like an actor, so he could assume his expression at will. His main expression was that wind-swept look, as if he was marooned on a desert island and just watched his ship sink offshore. It seemed to say: "All is lost—climb on my dick."
Helmut sits on a shag rug and starts flexing as if he were lifting weights and thinking about his next body building competition. He's really too wiry to look bulked out, but he is muscular, and Jane does look interested in him. Nobody should be in this business who is not entirely comfortable with sex, lots of it, at a moment's notice, and a certain exhibitionist instinct. I always think that even the most inexperienced newcomer, usually the girls, is keenly aware that if she's shooting a sex scene with a guy or another girl, there are really three personas in the room—fucker, fuckee, and camera. We tell the girls never to look beyond the camera. Ignore the 20,000 warty looking half drunk beard stubble and B.O. slobs out there whacking their bent dicks in gross smelling prosty parlors and sex cinemas. Just make love to the camera and to your partner or partners. Often, the new girls will look at the cameraman or woman, uncertain or eager to please or looking for approval or direction, though we tell them not to. Depending on the model, on some shoots, I have everyone naked in the room to get them worked up. For the real exhibitionist, especially women, nothing quite gets the juices flowing like a wall of dicks and bushes all around, usually with hands stroking private parts and squishy sounds coming out. Bear in mind, our shoots are small and intimate, never in drafty warehouses with everyone's uncle and nephew standing around playing bass on their randy little three inch dicks. Nothing like that ever happens with VEV, thank god.
Jane is naked now, a six foot goddess with flowing blonde hair and a matching curly bush. She slowly moves in behind Helmut on long, pale legs. She has neat, trim little feet with square toes that all seem to be about the same compact size and shape. Lorena, who has a thing for Jane, has fucked herself with Jane's foot—a story for later.
Jane comes up behind Helmut, who is still pretending to be flexing for his next big competition. Helmut does this very well, as if he really means it. He sits upright with his legs straight out in a soldierly, sturdy fashion before him. He really is broad-shouldered in that overstated way wiry men have. His long pale arms ripple with muscles. Ragged, wind-swept hair hangs down between his shoulder blades. Jane starts rubbing her fur as she slowly approaches. She really is wet, before we even slip any lubes into her, and you can hear the slop-slop-slop on the camera playback, which Tony turns up to catch this beautiful cunt music. Jane's long fingers play with her clitoral hood, and I could see her little reddish girl protruding with excitement. While many women's clitoral apparatus is embedded deep in their Venus area, other women have this little bone-like flesh thing that sticks out like a tiny purplish hard-on when they get excited and erect. Jane's is like a little glans when she gets excited. Sometimes it's because they use steroids, but we screen those women out. If someone like Jane has a little hard-on, it's real. I have instructed Frad to capture all such female erections close up, while Mina signals for the girls to linger in that mode so we can follow their erection as long as possible. Talk about bio-feedback. Nothing like seeing a woman's little hard-on to know that the sex is real, when it is.
Oh yeah, half of it is acting, a quarter of it is desperately acting, and the last quarter is the beautiful part—genuine sex, real turn-on, real orgasms at the end of the period. This time, it looked like a real quarter, except…Helmut can't get hard. He has a big dick, to be sure. He strikes me as bi, maybe a little more gay than straight, but no way is anyone of us men going to wade in there and fluff him up. Fuck no.
So there's Jane, standing behind Helmut with her pussy hair wrapped around Helmut's head like a wig extension, and her long legs and small buttocks over his skull like earphones. Lorena, in her chair, is absently diddling herself while watching Jane. Jane is giving Lorena intimate looks while waiting for Helmut to make a move. Helmut sits there, with his palms planted on the rug on either side of him. He eyeballs his disobedient dick, whose curving banana shape rests on his large balls as described earlier, now visible without the dark blue speedies. Frad and Tony are frozen in time, as if hanging from the ceiling as they hover about for medium shots. We have the curtains blocking direct sunlight so Frad's and Tony's shadows won't fall on the models.
Mina kneels down and touches Helmut's schwanz. I half expect her to start sucking him off, but she looks at me and some primitive instinct won't let her, not after just fucking herself blind on me.
Dashka sighs and rises, to save the day. She is a foxy woman with rusty-dark-red hair, rich and falling in heavy layers around her tan shoulders. She is busty, with the kind of big boobs that are round and have these enormous, puffy nipples that seem to be half the tit, with just aureoles and a vague bluishness to signal where the tit turns into a nipple. She is shapely in a full way, not an ounce of fat on her, but there is a sexy, preggy fullness about her. Oh, I should mention that at least three quarters of these women have had one or more children, sometimes while working, so that the other model sometimes gets the milk shower and all that. It's about the limit of how kinky it gets with Madame. The other thing is peeing. They all pee at some point, though half of them look visibly embarrassed as they do. Our male audience loves to see a pretty girl pee in a meadow or whatever. I'm not sure that anyone is doing male models draining their lizards, so neither the gay nor the female audience is probably interested in that.
Dashka drops her sheer shift, letting it flutter away, as she strides toward Helmut. She is barefoot, with erect, orange-tipped boobs. Even her round-edged toes and feet have that sexy ripeness about them. Without saying a word, she kneels down, takes Helmut's cock in her long fingers. In seconds, I can see his software turning into hardware. When she bends down to take him in her red-lipsticked mouth, I hear a groan from Helmut. Dashka strokes and sucks, until Helmut cries out and grabs himself. At that point, Dashka returns to her seat. Her full, tight flesh rocks faintly as she strides on solid legs. She picks up a magazine, and starts reading as if nothing happened.
Helmut holds his dick with both fists and looks at it as if he's seeing it for the first time. It is about eight inches long and two or three inches in diameter—a considerable engine. Jane steps over him—right over his head, as if she were a bridge and he was a tugboat—bends over, and, with her tits dangling in the air, starts sucking him off. Meanwhile, she presses her ass crack against Helmut's face, and he licks her asshole. Jane moans with pleasure, and drools all over his fully erect cock. They all take showers and enemas, by the way—no kaka ever leaks or appears in anal sex at a VEV shoot, oral or otherwise. Helmut grasps Jane's pearly buttocks with his palms, getting the most feeling out of it. Jane also feels the feeling and moans slightly. She wants Helmut to take liberties with her. She wants his tongue in every one of her holes and cracks. Between her long, tight buttocks resides a hidden pink pucker, more of a tiny slot really, into which you could slip a dime at most. Helmut holds her butt cheeks apart as he seeks to pry her ass slot open with his tongue. The more intently he does this, the harder he gets, and the more Jane groans and licks and sucks while noisily drooling. Mina steps in, crouches in her khaki shorts, reaches in underneath, and rapidly diddles Jane's cunt lips so that they make sloppy noises from being so horny-wet.
Helmut sighs and slowly falls backward, still holding her buttocks, so that now she is sitting on top of his face and he continues to tongue her ass crack. To make it work, she leans slightly to one side, which adds a provocative stretching to her limbs. This leads to them falling on their sides, so that he is dipping his outstretched tongue in and out of her cunt—like that science experiment for school, the woodpecker thing with the glass of water—while she continues sucking on his cock and cupping his balls. Helmut will be a happy man today; his day has only just begun.
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