"Come in, Ms Marinich, come in. I'm Jerry Elsegood, this is Hannah Sweeney, a business associate of mine."

I went into the hotel room, a pretty crummy one, but the best that money could rent in my small home town. Jerry was a stocky, good looking young dude in a sharp suit widely cut across the shoulders, his companion a little older, but a looker as well, with bright blue eyes and close cut black hair. She was wearing a fashionable pants suit and an open leather bag full of photographic equipment was on a coffee table near Hannah's seat. Beside the bag on the table was a lap top Toshiba with the lid up.

"How did you find out about us?" Jerry asked me.

"A friend of mine said she'd met you and your friends, and she said you had something exciting going down, but she couldn't tell me anything else because she'd signed a secrecy contract."

"What's your friend's name, Ms Marinich -- and can I ask your first name as well, please?"

"Sure. Her name is Stacey Pitch, and I'm Zuzu."

Jerry smiled in an open hearted kind of way: "Excuse me?"

"Zuzu. My birthday is December 23 and I think my parents had seen too many Christmas repeats of 'It's A Wonderful Life'.

Hannah chuckled: "Oh, that's a nice story -- I like it."

Kenny waved his hand towards the fridge: "Would you like a drink, Zuzu? Name your poison. Whiskey, rye, gin, vodka . . . "

"Vodka, please."

I only chose it because I'd heard vodka didn't leave a smell on your breath. I didn't want to go home with any clues for my parents about this meeting because Stacey had said the deal was not only exciting, it was one no nice girl would want anything to do with. Which was probably why I'd come shooting down here like a cat with its ass on fire.

Our home town of Copenhagen Caves is way up in the mountains and covered by crisp white snow during the winter months. It's a funny thing about snow though: even when it's turned into filthy slush people only think of it as the way it was, clean and spotless. But it's different with girls. Get any traffic at all through you and nobody remembers how pure you were, just how churned up you are now. Stacey Pitch's and Zuzu Marinich's reputations amongst the moral majority in the town were definitely no longer virginal and quite a few people could name the lucky guys who'd driven the first snow plows to open up our roads. Yes, and all the other guys who'd come along afterwards to admire the scenery.

Jerry gave me a glass and sat down on the other side of the table. "OK, Zuzu, what I'd like you to do is to sign an agreement to keep everything I tell you confidential. You're not going to get the whole story anyway, but I can tell you a few things now, if you're willing to promise nothing will go outside this room. Is that cool with you?"

"Sure, " I said.

The agreement was already on the table. It was only one page long and after I'd read through it I had no hesitation in signing at the bottom. Jerry stowed the document away in a highly polished briefcase.

"OK, Zuzu, this is a deal being set up by a company called Comet's Tail Media. It's a non-listed company owned by Hannah, myself, and a partner of ours called Mike Paulik. He's here in town as well, checking out some possible location sites."

"Location sites?" Those words had my interest alright.

"That's right. See, Mike, Hannah and I are internet guys. We started off selling CD's over the net, did very well, floated our company, cashed up, then went into MP3 and got that off the ground floor. So now we've sold off a lot of shares in that deal and we're looking for the next big thing. Well, to tell the truth, the next big thing has already happened, and that's 'The Blair Witch Project'. It's impressed the hell out of us."

Jerry sat back and took a sip from his own drink. "I mean, everybody used to think you couldn't show any profit out of a movie unless it cost a zillion dollars to make and had a couple of 'A' class star names out in the front of the movie houses. Then come along a bunch of kids with a great idea and ten bucks, they shoot off some amateur video, do all their advertising over the net with word of mouse and suddenly it's the hottest film around. How can you not be impressed?"

"Yeah, it's great," I agreed.

"So Mike and talked about this and we came up with a few ideas. We've got a writing team working on the final script but the way we want to make the movie is completely outside the square. Every time anybody has ever made a movie before, you get the actors, take them to the location, set up the film crew and all the other technical back up and then start shooting. What we're going to do is to cut some financial corners by picking the locations, recruiting the actors at those locations, and then let the actors film their own scenes."

Hannah laughed at the way I looked: "I know exactly what you're thinking, Zuzu. It sounded crazy to me as well, the first time I heard it. But maybe it's not as weird as it sounds."

Jerry nodded: "You have to understand the story line, Zuzu. It's about this bunch of kids, young and good looking, and they all live in different parts of the country but they connect over the net. They call themselves the Hellfire Club and they run a very private ring of webcams. Some of them are couples, some are guys, some are chicks, but they all get their thrills by putting on sex shows over their own webcams for the other club members to watch."

Jerry was watching me carefully over his glass as he kept talking. And as I kept on smiling he kept talking.

"Right, the twist is that these people like to mix up a touch of black magic with their sex for extra kicks. Just like the original Hellfire club used to do in England back in the old days. The writers are still working the plot up but the way we see it, the guy who's the organizer of this Hellfire club is very much into serious black magic.

"One night he does a full black mass in front of his web cam at some way out location, a graveyard or something, and the girl who's playing the part of the sacrifice accidentally gets killed. Next thing you know things are getting thrown through the air and some kind of presence appears. And after that, all kinds of bad things start happening to the Hellfire club.

"This guy who killed the girl starts preaching to the club members over the net. He wants them to start making real sacrifices as well, promising them supernatural power if they do. And it seems he's possessed himself, what with the way he talks and the strange abilities he's suddenly gained. He convinces a lot of the club members to go along with him. Others try to warn the police about what's happening and the sect leader, this Charles Manson dark angel character starts appearing in their home towns with a bunch of his followers to hunt them down. What do you think, Zuzu?"

"Hey, that does sound scary," I agreed.

"We hope it will be. But remember what I was talking about before, about how we're going to put it together? We go around to different places and pick out some great locations. Like the mountains and forests you've got here, and especially those caves of yours. So if we decided we wanted to maybe use this area we'd pick out some local talent and invite them to shoot a hot little sex scene in the location we want and send it along to us to see if we can use it in the film. It doesn't matter much at all about the quality of the actual filming because it's all going to come out in the movie as web cam stuff anyway. What we're going to be looking for is good looks, good energy, and some real steamy sex stuff. When we make our final cut we'll naturally be picking the people who've done the best scenes."

Jerry leaned forward and tapped a fingertip on the table top.

"But the really lucky ones will get a second bite at the cherry, because they'll be the ones who'll encounter the dark angel character in the movie and get a chance to do some real acting in front of a professional film crew. Who we'll choose for those scenes will depend on how good their work has been so far, how much we like the look of them and how good the locations are they have available. And I'd say you and Stacey have got some real advantages with all the wild country up here."

I tried to think of a smart thing to say. I was blown away with the idea of getting into a movie, any kind of a movie. After anyway even the biggest stars around had usually started out in pretty low life and low budget productions.

"Yes, we've got some very unusual places around here, Jerry."

"So are you interested in following through on the deal, Zuzu? You audition, like Stacey did, and if we're as happy with you as we were with her, you're in. Does that sound OK?"

"Sure."

"Fine," He put down his drink and pinched the top of his nose with his fingers, then grinned. "What I'd like you to do is to go into bedroom and come back out wearing just your tee-shirt with nothing on underneath it and your panties. If we feel you've got what we want we'll offer to show you the pix we took of Stacey's audition. But you won't get to see those until you've signed another contract with us which will really tie you up legally about not talking about them to anybody outside the company. I'm sure you wouldn't anyway, not with Stacey being your friend and all, but we have to protect everybody properly. Is that OK?"

"Sure," I said again.

"Then we're ready whenever you are."

I went into the bedroom and did as he'd asked, leaving on only my shirt, my panties and my socks. If I said I wasn't nervous I'd be lying and I was wondering if Jerry was going to make a play for me. I didn't think so, not if Hanna stayed, but I was sure it was going to happen sooner or later. Not that I minded because he was exactly the sort of guy I went for. For a start, he didn't live in a backwoods hick town.

When I came out Hanna was still there and with a camera ready. She took maybe half a dozen shots of me in different poses, some of them bent over the backs of chairs, another couple with me sitting on Jerry's lap as he kissed me. She said she wanted to see my reaction and I smiled and laughed a lot. Jerry's aftershave sure smelt nice, I noticed that. Afterwards Hanna downloaded the shots into the laptop and checked them out on the screen.

"You think we should sign her up, Hanna?" Jerry asked her. My heart began beating as fast as an Irish dancer's feet.

The woman nodded: "Can't see any reason why not."

"Neither can I," Jerry said, "Neither can I."

He opened his briefcase again and took out another document. There were several pages in this one and Jerry went through it with me carefully before he let me sign it.

"What I want you to understand, Zuzu, is that all you're contracting to do is to say nothing about what you've been told or what we're going to show you. Any time you want to walk out of here you're free to go, OK? You don't have to do a thing you don't want to. Do you understand that?"

I nodded: "Yes, I understand all that, Jerry."

"Fine. So everything you see and hear about this project is strictly between ourselves. Just sign here, here and here. And, Hannah, maybe you'd better take a shot of Zuzu signing, just for the record."

"No problem." She lifted up the camera again and set off the flash.

"So, everything's cool. OK, Zuzu, what we'll do now is to show you some shots of Stacey auditioning with my partner Mike. That guy loves getting in front of a camera. In fact I think he's got a yen to play the leading role in the movie. I guess Hanna and I aren't too sure about that but I'll admit he looks pretty evil. Ha, just joking though, he's really a great guy. OK, Hanna, show Zuzu the shots."

Hanna moved the Toshiba down to the end of the coffee table which was nearest to Jerry and me, tapped a key on it, and swung the laptop around so I could see the screen.

Audition! Well, they surely had Stacey strutting her stuff right from the start. I nearly fell of my seat trying not to giggle as I saw the picture.

Stacey was standing underneath a running shower wearing only her jewelry with a guy who didn't look any older than her standing real close up to her butt and getting ready to soap her back for her.

"That's your partner, Jerry? Is he a business man or a business kid?"

"Believe it or not, Mike began parking domain names when he was eleven. The internet is that kind of a business. They used to say you were finished in advertising when you were thirty five. You're an old man in the net scene by the time you're twenty five."

"Yeah, I agreed. "A dirty old man."

Jerry nodded, smiling: "Yeah, but look at it from our side of the fence. It's no good us signing up Stacey then getting back home and waiting for our video if she's the kind who turns shy when the screwing scenes need to be taped. No, we need to be sure she's fully committed before we leave here."

I looked towards Hannah to see her reaction. I guess maybe I was expecting some kind of a put down look on her face, a sneer at tramps like me and Stacey. Career woman conceit, the hero despising the zeros. But all she did was to grin at me as if it was all a big joke. Then she leaned over the screen and tapped up another shot.

This time Stacey was turned around with her hands behind her head and her eyes closed. Mike was rubbing in soap suds over the top of her body. His hands were underneath her breasts but even with the water falling on them traces of suds were still visible around the nipples. No wonder Stacey looked as if she was taking deep breathing exercises.

"Your friend has a nice figure," Jerry said. "Real nice. I can see why Mike was so keen to do the audition with her. But since he's not here right now I guess it's my turn to do some hard yards for the company. What do you think, Zuzu?"

"Oh, I get very slippery when I'm wet," I said brightly. "But things might be OK if I don't move around too much."

He laughed: "Well, I guess Stacey kind of stood there and took it as well. Isn't that right, Hanna?"

"Yes, that's right," the woman agreed. "OK, Zuzu, maybe you'd like to take that shirt off for us, please."

Well, it was a pretty clear situation. Either I stripped or walked, and if I left Stacey could find five other girls in five minutes to come on over, and none of them would hesitate for a second. So neither did I. And when I raised the shirt high up over my head Jerry put out his hand and tweaked my left nipple playfully.

"You don't mind if Hannah takes a shot of this, do you, Zuzu?"

It was taking me all my time not to burst out laughing. This wasn't like anything I've gotten involved in before and it was as exciting as hell, getting to meet people who did real things instead of just sitting around watching TV. Watching TV all night and talking about it all next day! Jesus fucking Christ, TV companies manufacture boredom like Ford makes cars.

"No, take as many shots as you like, Jerry," I said.

His fingers were as strong as I expected from a body like his. He rubbed my captured teat gently between them as if was judging the quality of a piece of suit material and I felt my legs trembling.

"You're not nervous, are you, Zuzu?" Jerry asked me

I looked down at his hand and the nipple which was puckering up at his touch. "I think you've got a clue right there about how I'm feeling."

He looked down himself: "Hey, what do you know, I think I've found Zuzu's petals."

Hannah kind of whinnied with laughter as she took another picture: "Having a wonderful life, are you, Jerry?"

"It's getting better," he said. "Maybe it'll improve even more when you show Zuzu the next pix."

"Here you are." She tapped the Toshiba again.

Stacey was still in the same position with her hands behind her head and the water from the showerhead was still falling on her -- she was giving the impression though that she was a little wetter than she had been before, and in a place where the shower couldn't reach. I guess I got that idea from the fact that the guy in the shower with her was carefully holding her boobs steady and licking one of them for her. Stacey was smiling, her spine was arched, and her head was tilted so far back that her long hair was hanging straight down.

"She's a natural, isn't she?" Jerry enthused.

"Right there she looks like a good model for a ship's figurehead." I commented.

Jerry gurgled deep in his throat with laughter. "How do you think you'd look if some guy was doing that for you?"

I shrugged my shoulders: "There's only one guy around here right now that I can see, so I guess you'd have to help me out on that."

Jerry looked over at Hannah: "Should I do that for Zuzu, Hannah?"

"Why not? I've got plenty of room left on my hard drive."

"So have I," Jerry joked. "So have I."

He leaned forward and nibbled on the same nipple that he'd fondled.

Which started me off on my own deep breathing exercises and had me wriggling around on the chair. I hadn't been sure about how I'd feel having Hannah watching something like this but I found it didn't bother me at all. In fact it seemed to make it all more . . . more grown up.

This wasn't sneaking off into the woods to do something naughty away from your folks, it was what adults did and didn't care who knew about it: or who watched it.

Hannah was using the camera again, moving around to take shots from different positions. "Tilt your head back, Zuzu. Right back, all the way back -- that's it, that's good!"

Jerry's hand went around my back. His fingernails began running up and down my spine and in a way it was even sexier than how his lips were barely brushing against my nipple. I had to hang onto the chair because I was afraid of maybe falling off it.

"That's fine, Zuzu, that's fine," Hannah said cheerfully. "I think you're one of those lucky people that cameras love -- the ones whose pix always turn out looking good."

"I sure hope so," I told her.

"Don't worry at all, you're going to look great," Jerry whispered. His voice seemed even deeper than it had been before. "Do you want to see something else that Stacey did in the shower?"

"Sure,"

This time he didn't wait for Hannah but keyed the shot up himself. With a grin on his face like Bill Gates reading his bank statement.

It wouldn't have been hard to figure that Mike was probably grinning as well when the pix was taken. Stacey was on her knees in front of him with Mike's hands squeezing her tits together as he rubbed his cock up and down between them.

Drops of water were bouncing everywhere, Stacey's eyes were closed and her mouth half open as if she was day dreaming about something rather romantic and hadn't really noticed the shaft she was showering with.

Yes, a picture is worth a thousand words and in this case they were all lies. Every time you saw that little girl lost look on Stacey's face it meant she was getting ravenous for a good fucking.

"What about that for a position?" Jerry asked. "What do you think about your friend now, Zuzu?"

END OF PART ONE