Jerry had me in the bedroom within seconds and my panties off in even less time than that. Neither action exactly came as a surprise but what I wasn't expecting was the strength in his arms. It was like being in a wrestling ring with Hulk Hogan. He held me up off the floor with no strain at all as he tongued me, then threw me down across the bed to wait as he pulled his own clothes off.

"Where do you want to be fucked, Zuzu?"

"Oh, only the usual place," I answered, half laughing and half worried. He reached down and swatted me casually on the bottom.

"I meant in the film, you dumb broad. Where do you want to do your little orgy for the web cam shots? In the caves?"

"Maybe that wouldn't be too smart," I said.

"Huh?"

I wanted to tell him but I couldn't get the words out. Probably because he had his tongue back in my mouth again. And I guess I was distracting him a tad myself by rubbing his cock. Anyway, what with one thing and another, one thing seemed to lead to another. Which finally left us with Jerry on his back and poor little Zuzu sitting on him feeling like a bull rider in a rodeo. Only there was no way I was going to fall off what I was perched on, no matter how much I got bucked up and down. But I guess it's rodeo tradition to have clowns in the ring to distract the bull. I'd got nicely settled into a screwing rhythm with Jerry when the bedroom door opened and two of them came in.

Hannah was first, lifting up her camera and letting it off as soon as her feet were inside the room. The one behind was a guy. I'd never seen him before, not in the flesh -- nor did I need to, I'd just spent quite a few interesting minutes watching him on a computer screen.

"Looks like I nearly missed out on some fun," he said. "Hey, Jerry, I thought the deal was that all the girls got screen tested with both of us there?"

Jerry didn't seem at all upset either by the arrivals or by his buddy's accusations.

"I couldn't help it, Mike. All we did was to show her a few shots of you and her best friend in the shower and she went wild on me. I'm only here because she dragged me in here and I didn't want her to feel disappointed. If you don't believe me, ask my lawyer." He nodded towards Hannah.

Hannah was a lawyer! I couldn't believe it -- Jerry had to be joking. Like he was joking about everything else.

At least Mike didn't try to make the situation anymore embarrassing than it already was. He reached out and squeezed my hand as Hanna took a shot of us.

"Hi, you must be Zuzu. Stacey said you were sexy and clever. You like to write, hey?"

It wasn't a talent or an interest I boasted about much in Copenhagen Caves. The only use the people in my town had for imaginative writing was in filling out IRS returns. But to hear a guy like Mike talk about it seriously, as though a small town girl might have something useful to say, well, I thought that was great. Even if he didn't really care a damn he still had the good manners to pretend he did.

I'll admit, though, it would never have crossed my mind as a plot option to have a chick start falling for a guy at the exact same time another guy was screwing her -- not unless somebody asked me to do a script for 'Sex In The City', anyway.

"What's her pussy like -- nice and tight?" Mike asked casually.

"We're in the woods," I said snappily. "This is beaver country."

"Ha, tight beaver and big mouth." Mike replied. "She talks a lot like that hey, Jerry?"

"Oh, very bossy," Jerry said grinning. "She was telling me she wouldn't do an orgy scene in the caves."

"No, I didn't," I said. "What I meant was that the caves would be a great place to do the black mass scene where your bad guy gets possessed. Only it wouldn't be a black mass."

Both of the guys seemed taken aback: Mike shrugged: "OK, what would it be, then?"

"The back of a long forgotten cave -- uh, Jerry! A skeleton wearing a native Indian head dress -- a medicine man's. It's been there for maybe two hundred years, nobody knows -- until your bad guy finds it. Brings in some people to fuck there -- and his web cam ... oooh!"

Jerry grunted as he grabbed both of my tits and pulled me to down to suck on them: "Yeah. Small satellite dish outside and run a cable in. That would work."

Mike pulled off his shirt and opened the top of his jeans: "Bend the clever bitch over this way, Jerry. I want to find out what other kind of smart things she can do with her mouth."

Well, OK, I'd run pretty fast and loose for a while now but taking on two guys at a time was something new for me. Still, I was quite willing to show willing. Hannah came closer but she seemed to be thinking about something else but the camera. She started talking, almost to herself.

"Maybe that makes sense for the story line. It starts in the caves, it ends in the caves. I'm starting to get a feel for the scene as well. The guy lights lots of candles, puts war paint on the skull's face with his finger, beats an Indian drum, reads aloud some old Indian spell from out of the local library. Do you know what Indian tribes used to live around here, Zuzu?"

I was in a kind of awkward position to do much talking but I mumbled: "Arapaho, Cheyenne."

"Shy Anne -- I'd like to meet that girl," Jerry joked.

I hoped to God they weren't going to try to make this movie as a comedy.

"Don't take any notice of Jerry," Mike said. "He's the only guy I know with leather bound collections of 'Mad' magazine. You get any more good ideas, Zuzu, you tell Hannah and me about them and ignore this moron. Come to think of it, why don't you give me a proper blow job while you're thinking about things?"

"Hey," Jerry protested. "What about me?"

"Give yourself a hand job. It's what you deserve after that joke."

END OF PART ONE

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