Anton didn't mind the economic recession. Sure the revenues from his companies were down, but only slightly. It struck him as strange that in these difficult times the public would sacrifice a lot, but not their habit for porn. His business was still profitable and he had healthy reserves in his bank accounts.
No, these were good times. Some of the ratbag competition would be blown away and the supply of talent was expanding and the prices were cheaper. With employers not hiring, youth unemployment was high and there seemed to be an unlimited supply of beautiful young women who were happy to consider a career in porn.
This was Anton's annual summer pilgrimage to Moscow. The Russian women had two real attributes for him. Many were exquisitely beautiful and most wanted to escape the poverty and depression of their day by day lives.
Anton was a 20 year veteran of the porn industry. Long ago he had studied photography and lucked on a contract with a down-market porn magazine. As a 19 year old he couldn't believe he could be paid to take close-ups of stunning, naked girls and often have his choice of them afterwards. Three years later he had the contacts, had a reputation as a creative photographer, a creative business mind and he set up on his own.
He started a small magazine and the quality of his photography and the girls and his sexual inventiveness resulted in it soon finding a lucrative niche. He kept up with, and at times, was ahead of the trends. His models were among the first to have Brazilians, where the law permitted he was the first to picture sex. He saw the video market coming and the DVD and the internet. He was among the first to feature anal sex and DP.
“Actresses” as Anton always referred to his stars liked working with him. He never called them sluts or whores or bitches and indeed he never thought of them like that.
“Think of Michael Phelps, the greatest swimmer of all time,” he explained to a new recruit. “Michael has been blessed with the perfect body for swimming and has the mental desire to work hard to excel. And so he makes a fortune from his talents.
“You have been blessed with a perfect body for sex and the mental attributes of loving to fuck. It is only right that you also should make a fortune from your talents.”
Olga, Anton's Moscow lawyer, sat beside him at the table in his luxury hotel suite as they studied the photographs. She was the same age as Anton, a slightly fading beauty whose waist was thickening just a little. But when Anton had embraced her as they met he saw that she was still a sensual, all feminine woman.
Olga and Anton's relationship went back 18 years. She was one of the first models in his magazine and had followed him into porn movies and the internet. Porn had been her escape and she had loved the life. She loved sex, she had seen the world and lived a high-life completely outside the dreams of her contemporaries. There had been no ill-will when 10 years before she had told Anton she was retiring and had returned to Moscow to study law and build a new life with all the money she had saved and the retirement fund Anton gave her.
“The same routine as last year and all the years before,” said Olga. “I advertised that you were a famous photographer looking for new modeling talent for intimate shots. But this year I must have got twice as many applicants as before. I interviewed almost 100 and you've seen the shots of what I thought was the best 30.”
Anton nodded. All the girls had been stunning. Olga knew his taste for slim girls with smooth complexions and dazzling smiles. Tattoos and implants were no-no's. He had reduced the 30 to 10 and they looked at each girl in a variety of poses. Many were fully clothed but there were a number of shots of each girl wearing only bikini briefs. Anton spent more time looking at the girls' faces than their bodies in these shots. He had been looking for the right balance. He didn't want girls who were totally confident in showing their bodies; that didn't suit the innocence that his up-market videos required, but he also knew that the girls who had too many inner battles to show themselves like this would have problems further down the track.
“Demure, but confident of their bodies,” was the way he had described it to Olga. And indeed all the 10 he had chosen seemed to meet these requirements.
Olga had arranged for five interviews on each of two days. They would spend around 90 minutes with each of the girls except when Anton shook his head and Olga would know that he wasn't interested.
“What time is this girl coming?” he asked, pointing to a tall and willowy blond beauty.
“Ah, that's Kristina. I thought she would appeal to you. She's the last today, coming in at 5.”
“How did she react when you asked her to pose topless?”
“She had a battle, I think. She's quite shy, not a virgin but inexperienced. Like most of them she's here for the money and the possibility of escape. I'm not sure that she will be prepared to do everything.”
“You've explained to all of them the financial terms and what's expected of them?”
“Yes, they've all signed agreements and I've got proof that they are all 18.”
“And they know that they can leave at any time. There'll be no pressure.”
“Yes, I explained, but I'm sure that some might not trust us at first.”
“That's often the way.”
Anton set up his video and still camera and over the next hours he and Olga interviewed and photographed three girls. One had decided not to show, but that didn't surprise Anton as usually some girl's nerve failed at the last minute.
“The first and the third won't make it,” said Anton. “Neither could relax in front of the cameras. They weren't comfortable showing their pussies.”
“I agree. Number two surprised me. She was up for anything. I had thought she was a quiet girl, but she couldn't wait to get her clothes off.”
“Yes and she had a great sense of fun and laughed a lot. She might work in the down market product. See if she wants to do a screen test with Boris and Josef.”
“I'm sure she will want to,” smiled Olga as she took notes. Boris and Josef were two of Anton's well endowed male leads who would soon find out if number two was up to a vigorous DP.
“Kristina has just texted me. She's waiting in the lobby.”
“Fine. Ask her to come up please.”
Kristina saw Olga's text and nervously went over to the lift. She had to fight the urge to turn and run away. Olga had explained what would happen in this interview and had gone through the legal agreement with her. Kristina knew she would be able to leave at anytime, but still wasn't sure. She had looked up Anton's website, seen his girls, looked at some of the videos.
“What am I doing here?” she asked herself as she pressed the button for the penthouse in the lift. “This isn't me.”
But she knew why she was there. She was the youngest of two children, her father had died young from alcohol abuse and her mother had lost her job. Her sister was 10 years older than her and was an example of everything she didn't want. Her sister was married to a man like so many Russians who drank too much, they lived in a dreary two roomed apartment in a dreary tenement building. Her sister, who used to be so beautiful was now aged far beyond her years, struggling to find every ruble to eke out a miserable existence and somehow feed and clothe her two children.
“Wear what you would wear going to the movies,” Olga had instructed and Kristina had followed this to the letter. She wore a dress which came to her knees and and a loose fitting sweater. Her long blond hair was tied in a tight pony tail and apart from lipstick she wore no make-up.
Anton watched as Olga led Kristina into the suite and directed her to sit on the sofa. He noticed her unflattering choice of clothes, her pony tail, the absence of make up and her nervousness.
“Yes, Kristina, you may have some battles to fight,” he thought.
But he also noticed the grace with which she walked, her lovely straight posture, the immaculate glowing complexion, the generous red lips and the big blue eyes. “Some Slavic blood,” he thought approvingly as he saw her strong cheek bones.
Kristina sat awkwardly on the sofa. She recognized Anton from his website. About 40, hair thinning a bit, not fat but certainly not slim. It was strange to be in the room with this man who was always surrounded by beautiful women and indeed who she had seen fucking some of them on the videos. But he had a kindly looking face with a gentle smile and wasn't leering at her.
She looked around the suite and realized that it would cost more for one night than a Muscovite would earn in a month.
“Hello Kristina. I'm Anton. Do you speak English?”
“Just a little.”
“Good. Olga will translate for you if you don't understand anything.” Anton looked through her photographs then looked at Olga, frowning as he did so.
“Did Yuri take these shots of Kristina, Olga? He's slipping. Kristina is far more beautiful than these show.”
Olga managed to smile, but she was used to it as Anton cracked it with most of his girls.
Kristina even managed a nervous smile for a moment.
Anton asked her about her life and seemed interested in her answers. She was a student at the academy had a married sister and lived with her mother.
“Did your father leave your mother?”
“No, he's dead.”
“I'm sorry to hear that. You must miss him.”
“No I don't. He was an alcoholic and he used to hit my mother and me.”
“He didn't molest you?”
“No, I was only 8 when he died. But I hate to think what he did to my mother.”
Anton knew enough about Russia to know that this was not an unusual scenario. In one way he sympathized with Kristina, but selfishly he also thought that she would have a good reason for wanting to change things.
He asked more questions about her studies about her hobbies and interest in music and under his gentle questioning she started to relax. He always looked at her face, never her body.
“Thank you Kristina, you are a very lovely person.”
Her timid smile lasted a little longer.
“I just want to run over the business details. You know what I do.”
“Yes, Olga told me about your website and I've seen it.”
“What did you think?”
Kristina screwed up her face as she tried to think of a polite answer. Although Anton's site was more tasteful than most porn sites she didn't like the thought that someday she might be featuring on it.
“It's better than most porn sites.”
“Do you look at a lot of porn sites?”
Kristina looked embarrassed. “Not many.”
“Do you look at them with your boyfriend?”
“I don't have one now but I used to.”
“I'm surprised you don't have a boyfriend, a beautiful girl like you.”
“The boys I'm interested in don't seem to be interested in me.”
“Ah, these Russian men. Sometimes they can be so stupid.”
Kristina laughed for a moment then her nervousness returned.
“Did you and your boyfriend have sex after you looked at porn sites?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
“Did you like it?”
She nodded more eagerly, but Anton suspected that it had been less than overwhelming.
“Where did he do it. In your pussy?”
“Do I have to talk about my sex?”
Anton's frown was genuine this time. “Kristina. I'm in the sex business. You're applying for a job as a sex actress. So yes, we are going to talk about your sex life. Did your boyfriend fuck you in your pussy?”
An embarrassed nod.
“In your bum?”
Kristina appeared not to understand so Olga translated and Kristina quickly shook her head, frowning a little.
“In your mouth?”
Kristina nodded her head after Olga translated.
“Did you like that?”
A bored shrug. Anton took that for a “No”.
“Why do you want to be a porn star?” Anton knew the answer wasn't that Kristina loved sex.
After Olga's translation Kristina's face looked blank.
“Perhaps the money?”
This brought a timid nod and smile. Olga frowned inwardly. Girls who didn't have a keen appetite for sex and were doing it just for the money usually didn't work out.
“Olga was a porn star. One of the best. I think you quite liked it didn't you Olga and you sure made a lot of money.”
Olga was quite unashamed of her background despite now being one of Moscow's more famous lawyers.
“Yes, I enjoyed it. I wouldn't be where I am now without Anton.” She blew him a kiss. “But, Kristina, if you pass the test, you'll have to decide whether it's what you want.”
Anton decided to move things forward and Olga translated for Kristina and showed her clauses in the contract.
“The reason you've come today is for nude shots. Now at any time you may leave, the door's not locked. When we've finished, if you want to be paid, you will sign a form saying we can post the shots on our website and in our magazine. If you don't take the money and sign we won't publish.”
Kristina nodded, frowning.
“Afterwards, if Olga and I agree and you agree as well, of course, you can come back another day for a screen test for which you will also be paid.
“Do you have any questions?”
Kristina checked on the money. For the nude shots she would be paid as much as an average Russian would earn in a month. For the screen test, more than three month's income.
“How do I know if you will pay me.”
Anton frowned for a moment, but knew Russians had good reason to be suspicious.
“Olga paid you promptly didn't she?”
“Yes and she even gave me a bonus because she said I tried so hard.”
Kristina gave her first dazzling smile as she looked at Olga.
“Do that again, that smile,” said Anton directing his camera.
Kristina couldn't until Anton said, “OK, scowl at me if you can't smile.”
This brought another lovely smile.
Room service came up with some tea and the three talked. Kristina asked Olga questions about her life in the porn business and visibly relaxed. Olga truthfully told her that she was as beautiful as any woman she had known in the porn business and Kristina's smile came more often. She even giggled and once burst out laughing. She felt calmer about what was coming. Both Anton and Olga had been porn stars showing their all. Anton must have seen thousands of girls naked so it really wasn't such a big deal. And she could decide later if she wanted her shots to go onto the website.
However her confidence evaporated when Anton said, “Now, could you please show me your body.”
This was the moment when she would reveal everything. Olga had shown her photos of the poses which were expected and some were very uninhibited. Anton watched the indecision on her face but smiled gently. Olga was watching Anton, usually if a girl was hesitant like this it resulted in a shake of his head and the end of the girl's application.
Anton gave Kristina a quizzical look. “You knew when you came here that you would be required to do this. Dealing with beautiful women is my business, I have seen thousands of them naked. I'm sure you will be very beautiful, but don't be upset if I say that you won't be showing me anything I haven't seen many times before.”
It was his glance at his watch which made up Kristina's mind and she realized she had to do it. When she had come for her first interview she had seen a lot of other girls applying; many were very attractive and Anton had his choice from all of them. She only had the choice of taking off her clothes or leading a life like her sister's.
Kristina took off her shoes then stood up and removed her sweater. Underneath she only had a small black bra. Looking at the wall over Anton's head she took off her skirt and folded it neatly.
“Ah yes, you have a beautiful body. Look at those lovely long legs Olga.”
There was more hesitation and Kristina saw Anton and Olga watching her. She moved her hands behind her back and unclipped her bra to show her uplifted pink tipped breasts. Anton's head nodded approvingly.
The final hurdle. Her black knickers.
“You have to do it if you want to go any further,” Olga said gently. She was surprised that Anton was continuing with the interview. She had expected him to dismiss a girl who was so sexually inexperienced and so shy about showing herself. However, he was the boss and Olga had seen his early fascination for Kristina.
Bracing herself Kristina lowered her knickers then placed them tidily on the sofa. She stood rigid with her hands at her side, aware of Anton's scrutiny as he snapped away with his still camera. He saw her plump and neat pussy lips as she had obeyed Olga's instruction to trim her pubic hair.
“Excellent, thank you Kristina. Could you untie your hair too please.”
Kristina let her blond locks loose and shook her head so they cascaded to her shoulders.
“Now can we see that lovely smile again.” But Kristina could only manage a brief nervous grin.
“If you can't smile you can poke your tongue out at me.”
This brought a dazzling smile and Olga could see why Anton was so captivated.
“Now just walk around the room, turning yourself around. Ah, yes you have a beautiful firm bottom to match your pussy.”
“And come closer to me.” Kristina was aware that his camera lens was pointing straight at her pussy, but her mind was on auto-pilot as she obeyed the instructions. It was an unreal situation, Olga and Anton continued their conversation as she paraded her, often giving her compliments.
“And part your legs more.” She was only a meter in front and the camera was still pointing at her vulva.
“And push your lovely pussy to the camera.”
He looked her in the eye. “Do you like your body?”
She grinned and nodded.
“Good, you should be proud. You are lovely.”
Olga sighed to herself. “Oh no, he's fallen for another one. Ah well Anton it's your money.”
“Now the doggy position on the sofa please Kristina.”
She had been dreading this moment as Olga had shown her photos of the position. She hesitated and looked at Anton but he and Olga were having a discussion as they looked at the screen on his camera and reviewed his shots.
Kristina knelt on the sofa, facing away and her shoulders on the top of the backrest and her pussy and backside pointing at the camera. She looked over her shoulder.
Olga and Anton finished their chat.
“That's good. Now push your tummy down and your backside up. Good. Now spread your legs please. Bum pointing almost at the ceiling. Legs even a bit wider still.”
Kristina was acutely aware that all her private parts were openly displayed. Her pussy was open and pushing back towards the camera and she knew that her puckered anus was fully exposed. She looked back over her shoulder waiting for Anton's instructions.
“Very good Kristina. I think you have been practicing. How about that for a wonderful pussy Olga?'
“I thought she would be perfect,” Olga sounded proud.
Anton's mobile phone rang and he answered it brusquely. He then had an angry and extended conversation and Kristina thought she might move from her revealing position while he was talking.
Anton put his hand over his phone. “No Kristina, we are not finished yet.”
The conversation continued for a few minutes and Kristina forgot her all showing position and waited patiently. While a final foreign expletive Anton switched off his phone. He had deliberately prolonged the conversation so that he could see how Kristina reacted in this vulnerable position. He was glad to see she was more relaxed.
Anton took a lot of shots with his still camera. Sometimes he spoke encouragingly and complimentarily to Kristina, sometimes he seemed engrossed in his work. Once he put his hand on the inside of her thighs to spread them and once he pushed gently on her back to expose her pussy even more.
Kristina was now feeling confident. She had overcome her biggest mental barrier. She had never imagined that any man, or woman for that matter, would want to see her like this but the longer she was in the position the more relaxed she felt and even started to feel aroused.
“Can I see what I look like?”
Anton came beside her at the sofa and ran through the shots on the screen of his camera.
“Well Anton, your camera has been where the sun doesn't shine,” she giggled and burst into laughter.
Anton then asked her to sit on the sofa in the “star” position. She did so, then leaning back lifted her feet onto the seat spreading them wide apart without being asked to. Again her pussy and anus were fully exposed.
Anton peered through his lens.
“Use your fingers to spread your pussy lips.”
Without hesitation Kristina did as directed and her glistening inner labia were displayed.
“Olga, I think Kristina is getting into the mood,” said Anton noticing the moisture and odors of her arousal.
“She certainly is. And that really is a beautiful nectar pot.”
“Do you like doing it with women?” Anton asked.
“I've never tried it.” Anton wasn't surprised.
Anton took more shots and asked her questions about her college life. He again extended the time he kept her in this pose as he saw it as training for her.
“Wonderful Kristina. You're a natural. Sit down and relax.”
Still naked and careful to keep her knees apart, as Olga had instructed, Kristina sat on the sofa. Anton transferred the video and stills to his computer and the three watched on a very large LCD screen. Kristina felt a mixture of emotions.
“God here I am showing everything, everything and with one email it could be all over the internet.”
But then she started to feel pride. She had always felt proud of her body and knew she was beautiful. But not this beautiful. She appreciated the Anton's artistry. Both Anton and Olga paid her a lot of compliments and she started to feel more relaxed in this strange company, despite her nudity and her shaven pussy on display.
“Olga and I need to talk” said Anton as they left the room.
“Well?” Anton looked at Olga.
“I don't think so. She's very pretty, she has a lovely nature once she's got over her shyness. But I don't think she be happy fucking in front of cameras for the whole world to see.”
“She relaxed quite well and seemed to enjoy opening her pussy.”
“Can't you see Anton. She's putting on a show, just for you. That old Croatian charm is working again.”
Anton looked at her. “I'll offer her a screen test.”
“It's your money.”
“Decision time Kristina,” said Anton. “Your first decision is about the money and what we do with the video. To receive the money you must sign this form which will give us authority to put these on our website and anywhere else.”
He put down a large pile of dollar notes. Kristina counted them and was pleasantly surprised. At the official exchange rate it was 20% more than agreed. But when she went to the black market she knew she would be able to exchange the greenbacks for half as much again.
“This is more than you said.”
“Bonus for trying so hard and being so exquisitely beautiful,” smiled Anton.
Kristina couldn't resist giving her dazzling smile.
“Olga and I have already decided that you've easily qualified for a screen test. It was a no brainer. So, you've got to think about that as well.”
Kristina had a sinking feeling in her stomach. The idea that her genitals would be on the internet for all sorts of perverts to jerk off at. She looked at the money and did some sums. And she thought about the screen test money. And how much she would make in one of Anton's porn videos.
“What guarantees are there that I'll get work in one of your videos?”
“None at all. If you do the screen test, I'll show it to my directors and they'll decide if they want to use you.”
“What happens in the screen test.”
Anton had already decided that she was best suited for the up-market porn.
“You'll do a one on one. But pretty much everything. Pussy fucking, oral, anal. No SM, well maybe a spank or two.”
Kristina flinched. “Who will I do it with?”
“I've decided it'll be an older man, going a bit bald, a bit overweight and with a small dick.”
Olga laughed. “I knew you'd volunteer for this one Anton.”
Anton looked at Kristina. “Sorry, not your idea of a dreamboat. Have you ever wanted to kiss a 40 year old man?” He grinned at her.
Kristina certainly hadn't but thought that if she had to do it with anyone, Anton would be OK. In his own way he had been gentle and charming. He had been able to make her comfortable and relaxed in those revealing positions.
“His dick isn't that small,” said Olga. “But he's not that big either. Poor Anton always feels a bit inadequate on the set with some of his studs who are hung like horses. But no girl I've met has ever minded. If you do want to do it, you'll find you'll learn somethings you never even dreamed about.”
“I need some time to think.”
“Sure you do. I'll leave you to talk it through with Olga. I've got an appointment to go to.” He stood up and let his eyes slowly take in all her body. Kristina didn't mind at all; she felt a strange flow of affection and stood up and hugged him.
“You have been very professional and very nice.” She laughed.
“Careful, beautiful flower, you may see another side of me.” His hand fondled her buttocks and even spread them slightly, then he left.
Olga explained everything to Kristina. Her face was stern and matter of fact.
“It's all or nothing. Oral both ways, pussy and anal.” She saw Kristina screw up her face. “Your choice, Kristina and you can leave at anytime but you won't get paid. And you've got to enjoy it. Everything. Or at least act as if you are enjoying it. If you don't, that's the end of the test and no money. You do everything he says immediately without questioning.
Now I want you to take these DVDs and watch them to see what's expected. And as you haven't done oral properly or anal at all, you need to practice with these.”
Olga produced two dildos from her briefcase. One was an over sized penis.
“This is for practicing oral. See this mark I've made on it. You should swallow it so far that your lips reach here.”
Kristina looked horrified but said nothing.
Olga held up the other dildo which was the size of a thick pen.
“This is to get you ready for anal. Use this gel with it. I suggest that you practice with it each time you masturbate. The DVD will show you.”
“When will it happen?”
“In a week, but I need you to text me by tomorrow night with your decision.”
“I'm scared he might have aids or something.”
“He's very careful. Here's a voucher for the medical center. Take it there tomorrow and they'll test you for everything. Bring there results when you come. Anton will do the same for you.”
Kristina thought. “They really had thought of everything. Well, he's probably done this hundreds of times before.”
“Will I just be a whore if I do this for the money?”
Olga's face hardened. She didn't like her previous profession described like that.
“If Anton had wanted a whore, he could have had Moscow's finest for a week if he paid her what he's paying you for today. He doesn't need whores. Any of his actresses is more than keen to sleep with him for nothing. He's a man of strange principals. He thinks you should be paid a modeling fee for what you have done today and an acting fee for the screen test. I've told him most of the girls I've interviewed would do it for nothing, but he thinks differently.
“Now, go and shower and get dressed. And you need to make up your mind about today's fee.”
Olga's face softened. “Kristina, I understand why you are here. Money. Maybe it's not fair, you wish it wasn't like this. What are your options? A girls as beautiful as you could easily work in one of Moscow's brothels. Being abused by six men a day and earning next to nothing. Or perhaps you could end up like your sister and mother. Is that what you want for yourself?”
Kristina showered and dressed, then signed the release form, took the money and said she'd like a screen test.
A week later
Kristina returned to the luxury hotel at the agreed time in the late evening. She was more resolved in her mind. Those shots of her naked and with her open pussy would be all over the internet by now. The damage was done and it didn't seem to be a big difference to be shown having sex.
Only Olga was there.
“Do you have your medical certificate?” asked Olga.
Kristina handed it to her and Olga showed her Anton's and explained it.
”Please have a shower then change into this bathrobe.”
“I had a shower before I came.”
Olga frowned. “Then have another shower.”
Olga showed Kristina the bedroom where the screen test would take place. There was a super king sized bed with immaculate sheets and on three sides cameras were set up.
“The cameras will run by themselves so it'll just be you and Anton.” Kristina was pleased that there would be no camera men watching.
“But you will have to move into the positions Anton tells you so that everything is filmed properly.”
“I will be in the next room. There is no need for me to stay but Anton thinks the new girls feel more comfortable with me nearby. But remember that you are free to go at anytime. No door will be locked and we won't try to stop you.”
Olga poured her a glass of wine and they sat on the bed together.
“Kristina, you are here because you have decided you want to. No-one has pressured you into to this. You are not being raped. But this is a screen test and you will be well paid for it and so you will do exactly as Anton says. Don't disagree or argue with him and never tell him to stop unless you want to leave.
“Anton is a little overweight because he eats and drinks too much. But he is very fit and strong. He is also a very experienced lover and you will find that many of the things he does will give you pleasure but he will be concerned for his own pleasure as well. Just remember to always act as though you are enjoying yourself.”
Unknown to Kristina, Anton had arrived and had changed in another bedroom and came in wearing a white bathrobe similar to the one she was wearing. Olga poured him some wine and he sat on the bed beside her.
“So, you are ready for your test, Kristina?”
She nodded nervously.
“Good, you are looking very beautiful. Now we need to rearrange things a little. Could you sit further back on the bed. Good.”
He undid her bathrobe. “Now, pull your feet back and put your knees high and wide and show your pussy for that camera.”
There was nothing new for Kristina in this so she easily complied.
As he sipped his wine Anton surveyed her body. So beautiful. Those firm young breasts he wanted to nibble and bite, that pink pussy he wanted to explore and fuck. He couldn't quite see her anus which he was going to ravish. He would enjoy this. He chatted to Olga who showed him Kristina's medical certificate.
Olga poured Kristina another glass of wine. Two glasses would help her to relax but no more.
“I will be in the next room if you need me Kristina.” Olga left the room closing the door behind her.
Anton continued talking to Kristina stroking her breast as he did so.
“Just relax beautiful flower.”
His bathrobe was a little open and she could see his upper body. He wasn't fat, more solid around the waist. He saw her glance.
“See, a fat middle aged man. Not a muscle bound hulk for you Kristina.”
She laughed and stroked his slight belly. “Not fat just well built.”
“Do you have a favorite film actor?”
“Johnny Depp I suppose.”
“See if you can imagine I'm Johnny Depp.” He laughed. “That's quite a test for your imagination.”
Anton knelt on the floor in front of her.
“Lie back flower.”
Kristina felt his fingertips lightly skim over her thighs, over her pussy, her outer labia and her clitoral hood. She felt his breath on her vulva and then his lips and tongue covered the same flesh.
“Such a beautiful young pussy.”
Anton adjusted her position slightly for the camera and pushed her legs wider. Then Kristina felt his fingers spread her labia and felt his tongue explore. She had learned from watching the DVD and gave a groan which she hoped sounded like a groan of pleasure.
Anton had bedded over a thousand women and was well tuned to their responses. He knew a fake when he heard it.
“Thank you for trying, flower,” he said to himself. “Let's see if we can get the real thing.”
It was a matter of pride to Anton that he should give his screen test partners real orgasms. And that also increased their enthusiasm for his demands of them.
His practiced lips and tongue expertly found Kristina's clitoris. He varied his pressure and his speed to see how she reacted.
Again following the DVD Kristina stroked his head and groaned again. But now she was starting to feel a warmth in her loins. No-one had ever done this before to her and as she got used to it she liked it more and more. Her hips gave a wriggle which Anton knew wasn't feigned. He moved away from her clitoris to suck her vagina and tasted the juice of her sexual excitement.
Kristina's excitement rose and for the next five minutes Anton kept her on the edge of an orgasm. Her stomach heaved and writhed and her groans now were absolutely genuine expressions of delight.
Anton decided the time was right and Kristina came with an extended shriek. Next door Olga smiled.
“Anton that was lovely,” giggled Kristina and when he moved up the bed she happily put his knob in her mouth. Thankfully it was not nearly as big as the dildo Olga had given her
Anton watched her timid movement. She would have to learn to do more than that, but that would come later.
“So, my little flower is very sexy when she wants to be,” he smiled.
Kristina was happy and relaxed. Anton was gentle and that orgasm had been wonderful. When he bent over she willingly kissed him and put her tongue in his mouth.
Anton adjusted her position so that she was on show for another camera, still on her back with her legs wide. Again he went down on her but after some soft licks it was different. His lips sucked very hard on her clitoris, so hard it hurt a little. Kristina almost asked him to be more gentle then remembered that she must follow his instructions without question.
Anton sucked harder and the pain increased. But strangely so did Kristina's thrill of excitement. She wanted him to stop but didn't want him to stop. Her groans were a mixture of agony and ecstasy and then she felt his fingers rub the upper inside of her vagina. They started nicely but the pressure increased and it felt harsh.
Anton was being very careful; he wanted the right combination of pain and sexual thrill and when he sensed the pain was getting to much, he eased slightly and and Kristina soon orgasmed again. This was far more intense than her first, her whole body writhed as the pleasure exploded through her vulva.
Before she had time to recover Anton moved up thrust his cock into Kristina's pulsating vagina.
“God, so small and tight,” he groaned in pleasure.
It felt gorgeous for Kristina as well and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and thrust her pelvis up to him. Her groans were loud and animated and Anton knew they were genuine. To reward her he skillfully ground his pelvis against her clitoris and to her joy she felt herself coming again.
Now Anton's work started in earnest. Over the next half hour he maneuvered Kristina into a variety of positions all intended to display her body and their action for the best benefit of the cameras. She took him in the missionary position, the doggy position, on her side, sitting on him facing his face, sitting on him facing his feet, and standing and leaning over the bed. Anton's pounding became more intense, he grunted and muttered words in a language that Kristina couldn't understand.
She enjoyed the sensations for the first 20 minutes but became tired and so her groans became acts. Anton realized this but didn't mind. He only had two goals: to get it all on camera and to obey the frenzied demands of his cock. When she was kneeling, taking him doggy style, he slapped her buttocks and gave a triumphant yell and he liked the way her buttocks became pink.
At last he pulled out but Kristina's relief was short lived. He stood in front of her and she knelt, knowing what was expected. This time Anton set the pace for the oral sex. He took her hands away from his shaft then put his hands behind her head and pushed her forward. Kristina felt his knob bang into her throat and her nose touch his pubic hair. Fortunately he was smaller than her practice dildo and she was able to take it without gagging.
Anton noticed this with approval and proceeded to fuck her mouth.
“Suck harder, as hard as you can, flower,” he roared.
Kristina did so and developed a rhythm as her lips bobbed up and down on his shaft. Anton realized she didn't need to have her head forced down and concentrated on his ejaculation. He came with another roar and Kristina felt his load squirt deep in her mouth.
Anton knelt in front of her and passed her a wine glass. Gratefully she sipped then swallowed and Anton collapsed on the bed panting.
“You are too beautiful and sexy Kristina. You drive an old man crazy.” He gently squeezed her nipple.
Kristina felt a surge of affection. She had never known anything like the orgasms she had just had. She realized that he had made the effort to make her enjoy it first and while he had been vigorous he hadn't hurt her. She had even liked the slaps.
She kissed his lips. “”You drove me a bit crazy too, Johnny Depp.”
They both laughed then kissed deeply for a few minutes.
Then Anton abruptly stood up and and opened a drawer. Kristina saw him getting a tube of lubricant. She had dismissed her concerns about anal sex from her mind but know they all returned in force.
Anton saw her frown. “Your choice, flower. But no money if you leave now.”
Two thoughts reassured her. First, she had gone this far and it wouldn't be too long before she got the money. Second she had enjoyed what had happened so far. Anton really was very sexy and considerate. Sure she would have preferred the fucking to have finished sooner, but she realized that was a requirement for the screen test.
Anton guided her into the doggy position, pushing her shoulders down to the sheets. She was in a position where one camera would be focused on her ass and another on her face to see her reactions. He knelt behind her and she could feel his breath as he peered at her anus and ran his fingers lightly over it. Then she felt him apply the gel, then one of his fingers squeeze into her anal canal.
Anton noticed the tightness of her anus but realized it was probably nerves as she seemed to relax once his finger was in three knuckles. Kristina had practiced with the dildo, but Anton's finger felt nicer as he moved it in and out. Then his movements became more vigorous and he rotated as well, try to expand the walls of her bowel. Then he inserted another finger. That did hurt a bit at first and Kristina hoped her agonized groan sounded like ecstasy. However her anus relaxed to accommodate his digits.
Anton now flipped her onto her back, keeping his fingers inserted and his tongue returned to her clitoris. Her groans became truly ecstatic from the combined pleasures. Anton's tongue worked hard on her clitoris and his fingers worked vigorously in her bowel. Kristina's previous orgasms had been wonderful, but the paled into insignificance compared to the physical symphony which now exploded.
Anton let her recover then shifted back to the doggy position, crouching over her. She felt his knob nudge, but she was dilated from his fingers and it slid in easily. Anton was slow and careful for a few minutes but he had done his preparations well and was able to slid in to the hilt of his cock.
“Is it all right flower?”
He was pleasantly surprised to hear a genuine groan of pleasure. Kristina now felt comfortable, knowing she had taken his cock right in and it hadn't hurt.
As before Anton made sure that Kristina came first and she became an eager and willing participant. She was anally fucked in every position imaginable and some she hadn't imagined. Anton became more vigorous and held her hips tightly as he grunted and thrashed into her buttocks with his loins and spanked them with his hands. Kristina moaned with pleasure.
He gabbed her hair and pulled her face up so the camera could see her expressions.
After 15 minutes he pulled out and Kristina was relieved as her ass was getting tired and her previously virginal bowel was getting sore from the unaccustomed hammering. But it was just to put more lubricant on his cock and he returned to his task with even greater enthusiasm. After another 10 minutes Kristina lay on her side and her groans were more pain than pleasure as he built his tempo higher. But suddenly, God, another orgasm, she couldn't believe it. Anton's grunts became more frenzied and she heard him roar as he thrust deeply. She realized he had come in her ass.
Anton lay on his back panting and groaning but directed Kristina to suck his cock clean.
Anton smiled at he and gave her a hug. Kristina snuggled in and gave his balls a gentle squeeze and enjoyed his kisses. Then Anton stood up and directed her to the shower.
When Kristina finished dressing she joined Olga and Anton in the main room. They were having a discussion. Olga pointed to a pile of dollar notes and the legal agreement and Kristina signed it without hesitation and put the money in her purse.
“Don't you want to count it?” asked Anton.
“I think I can trust you, Johnny Depp.” This brought a laugh from Anton and a puzzled look from Olga. Kristina was really keen to know what they thought of her screen test, but remembered that Anton had told her he was sending it to his directors to get their opinion.
“Thank you Kristina. We will let you know.” She realized she was being dismissed and left the suite.
The next day Kristina received a call from Olga asking her to return as they needed more photos. She thought this was encouraging and now was relaxed with the prospect of flaunting her pussy.
However she wasn't asked to strip but was told by Anton to try on some clothes and Olga skilfully applied make-up on her face. They were the most beautiful clothes Kristina had ever worn. She was puzzled but posed as requested as he took hundreds of shots.
Again she was dismissed but three days later was invited to return.
“Kristina,” said Anton, “my directors have had a look at your test. They think you are very promising, but want you to do another.”
Kristina nodded. She wouldn't mind with Anton again.
“This time with Boris and Joseph.”
Two tall and powerfully built men came into the room. They were good looking and smiled at her. Boris kissed her cheek. “Hi Kristina, Anton said you are a stunner. He's right.”
Anton continued. “We want you to do a double play with Boris and Joseph. Both at the same time. Fucking your pussy and ass at the same time.”
Kristina felt a chill in her stomach.
“Now this time also we need camera men to get the quality we need.” He directed her into the bedroom where three camera men were with their cameras and lights. They smiled at her in a friendly manner.
Kristina felt worse. Two men at the same time and in front of all these others. Joseph and Boris took off their clothes and Kristina was frightened. Their cocks were huge. Bigger than the dildo Olga had given her to practice oral sex.
Kristina looked around the room. Anton was talking to the camera men, discussing the lighting. Boris and Joseph were studying porn magazines and she saw their erections rising. They were enormous. Olga handed her a tube of gel.
“You'd better put a lot of this in your ass Kristina, those two big cocks take a bit of getting used to. Now it's time for you to take off your clothes.”
Kristina stood transfixed with fear. The double penetration sounded terrible, especially with those enormous cocks. Just doing it in this matter of fact way with all these people in the room. She started to take off her clothes but then stopped, tears rolling down her face. She knew she couldn't do it.
Anton came over, put an arm around her shoulders and led her from the bedroom.
“Kristina, flower, thank you for efforts. This really was a test for you. Olga and I both felt that hard core porn isn't really right for you. But we wanted you to see for yourself.”
She nodded, still crying. There went her dreams of escaping from Moscow.
“Kristina, the test was perfect. You were so sexy and exciting, but you are an intimate lover, not an exhibitionist.”
In her heart Kristina knew this was true and she nodded, her eyes misty with tears. Then Anton gave her a hug.
“But I have an alternative which may suit you. I have shown the photos of you wearing clothes to one of New York's top modeling agencies. They liked what they saw and will give you a six month trial contract. Don't worry too much about the “trial”, I know they are very keen. They want you in three weeks and they want you to lose 5 kilograms. And to work hard on your English.”
Kristina couldn't believe what she was hearing. She opened a big envelope which Anton gave her and saw air tickets and a contract which Olga explained.
Kristina left with a small present that Anton had given her.
“Well, that was an expensive fuck,” said Olga to Anton after Kristina had left the room
“I guess. But allow an old man his follies. And perhaps there may be some ongoing benefits.”
“It seems a pity to have brought Boris and Josef here and waste those lovely cocks,” said Olga.
Anton kissed her. “Go for it Olga. I'm sure you will make their days.”
When Kristina got into a taxi she opened the present. It was a DVD and a note.
“Flower, this is the only copy of all your screen tests. I haven't kept a copy and it hasn't gone on the internet. Wouldn't be right for a world famous model. Treasure it and be proud, you were wonderful.”
This wasn't completely true. He did keep one shot of Kristina in that doggy position with her radiant smile and her pussy and anus winking at him. But he never showed it to anyone.
Anton was right about future benefits. For the next 10 years, every three months or so he received a phone call from a world famous model.
“Hi there Johnny Depp. Do you want to see a really good porno video? The male star looks like he's a fantastic fuck.”
They would meet in a suite, watch the video and then do an action replay.