I drive to the lake and park my car in a free spot, even though it’s a bit of a walk to where Caspar said to meet him. I’m feeling pretty stressed after an argument with my damn sitter. Her watching the kids today is gonna tack another stack of bucks onto the bill I already can’t pay her and she’s starting to get pissy about it. I told her if she could just watch the kids this one time I could pay her everything I owe her, so would she please shut the fuck up so I wouldn’t be late?

I clench my fingers around the steering wheel. I had made a couple more porn videos with Bob and Caspar—all straightforward stuff—and it was really helping out with the bills. And then damn Caspar decided he had to start his own company, which seemed like a good idea at the time. Except that plain old Bob had been kind of… I dunno… comforting? I knew he would never ask me to do anything crazy. And Bob seemed smarter with money.

I get out of the car and start walking, tugging my jean shorts down over my ass, even though it doesn’t really work, because wearing them short enough to reveal my butt cheeks is sort of the point. At least I get to wear flip flops instead of heels.

Caspar had called a couple of days ago and it couldn’t have come at a better time, cuz my fucking car had to go and need a new alternator, which cost me six hundred bucks and my job at Red Lobster, because it took the rip-off artists at the shop four days to fix it. Since I couldn’t get to work—no job.
I didn’t care about the fucking job, but I hated the time and hassle it took to find a new one, plus the fact that the bills kept coming in and the kids had goddamn birthday parties to go to which required gifts for their friends, most of which had two parents with two jobs and two cars and no worries about where their next meal was coming from.

I look at the scrap of paper and walk down to the dock while scanning the boats for Caspar’s white-blond head. He spots me first and waves. I wave back and head for the boat.

Caspar offered to pay me $300 and a cut of the profits to make this porn, but I flat out told him I needed money now. I had been making a grand a pop when he was with Bob. Caspar finally relented and said he’d pay me $500 today and the rest when the movie was finished. And beggers can’t be fucking choosers, right?

Caspar gives me a huge hug and French kisses me. I’m kind of pleased, even though I think he might be getting a bit possessive, and not in a good way. More like a “you’re my sex toy and I can do whatever I want with you” sort of way. He never had a problem watching me have sex with other guys while he was behind the camera, anyway.

“Hi, Carrie. So, here’s the story. You and Max are out on the lake in his little boat and the rest of the guys—Roger, Bill, Antonio, Blade, and Merv—are on the big boat. Max will explain the rest, so hop in because time is money.”

I scowl, wishing I knew more of what this particular video was about, but I had told Caspar earlier that as long as it didn’t involve pain, animals, piss, or shit, that I was in as long as I got my money today.

I climb into the small boat with Max, who starts the engine and putts us out into the middle of the lake. It’s a nice day and Max is boy-next-door cute with spiky dark hair dyed blond at the tips. For a minute I wish I really was out with Max on a sweet, romantic date, but I shake off that stupid thought because I’m here on business.

“Okay, when they pull up in the big boat, they’ll want you to flash them,” Max says. “Be sure to do it to the camera.”

“Do I get to fuck you?” I ask bluntly and Max shakes his head. He grins.

“Not this time.”

I look at the approaching boat a bit nervously. There are five guys on the other boat and suddenly I wish I’d tacked on a few more conditions to the shoot today.

The boat pulls up, the guys (Roger, Bill, Antonio, Blade, and Merv) catcall and whistle and yell at me to flash my tits. I laugh and pretend to be having a good time as I pull up my tank top and flash the camera.

Max pretends to have trouble with the boat motor and I get set to act freaked cuz we’re stranded. Max says Caspar already took some footage of the big boat speeding away, so we just have to act like we’re stranded until the boat with all the guys returns, even though it’s floating right next to us at the moment. I scream and wave, as if calling for help.

Caspar shoots while the guys (Roger, Bill, Antonio, Blade, and Merv) help us onto the larger boat. It’s a really nice cabin cruiser, or whatever you call the ones with the bed below deck. I wonder where Caspar got the boat. Hopefully he didn’t rent it, because that would mean more money for me.

Max acts relieved while one of the guys ties our boat to theirs. Antonio slips an arm around my shoulders.

“Nice rack,” he says casually. I move away nervously and get grabbed by Blade, who is really buff and has a tattoo of a knife on his chest.

“Where ya going, baby?” he asks and slides his hands under my shirt. I pull away and back right into Merv, who, despite his weird name, is the hottest of the bunch. He looks like a young Brad Pitt. He also starts unbuttoning my shorts with one hand while the other is clamped around my waist.

Max starts to freak, yelling at them to get their hands off of me, but Roger has a grip on him and Bill grabs a rope to tie him up. Antonio pulls my shirt off while I’m still struggling with Merv and I’m getting nervous in reality, hoping Caspar can keep a handle on all these guys. The bastard never told me it was going to be a rape scene and there were a hell of a lot of them.

“Cut!” Caspar yells like a real director and everyone actually freezes. “Okay, Max, you’re done, so go crack a beer and hang out. We already got the shots of you tied up below. Roger, Blade, and Bill, go downstairs. Keep up the struggle, Carrie, you’re doing great.”

I feel a bit calmer after the pep talk and it takes a minute for Caspar to set up the camera by the stairs. Merv grins at me.

“How long have you been doing this?” he asks. He has a beautiful mouth and nice blue eyes.

“A couple of months,” I admit. “You?”

“About a year, off and on. I’ve known Caspar for a few years. He finally talked me into it.”

Caspar tells us to get moving, so Merv turns back into Rapist Guy Number Three and I start screaming and thrashing, losing my shorts in the process. Once down in the cabin, which is pretty big, but not really big enough for five guys, me, Caspar, and the camera equipment, I hang out on the bed. I’m completely nude, but it doesn’t really bother me. The guys are all relaxed and joking around. Caspar repositions everything and starts giving instructions.

It’s tricky with so many bodies to coordinate, so I pretty much take them on two at a time, with an occasional dick thrust into the scene for effect. I pretend to fight for a long time and then finally act like I’m enjoying it, which was ironic, because I started out actually enjoying it—Merv was first and his hot body felt great thrusting into me and he was whispering in my ear the whole time, nearly drowning out Caspar and his instructions.

By the time Bill was done pounding his oversized cock into me, I could barely move. I was raw and exhausted and my throat was sore from a combination of screaming and having hard dick’s shoved into it. I was covered with cum and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to walk back to my car. I lay on the bed while the others file out. Merv squeezes my hand and smiles—what a sweetheart. Caspar packs up his equipment and tosses me an envelope.

“Good job, Carrie,” he says.

“That really sucked, Caspar. I should get hazard pay for taking on that many guys.”

“This one is gonna make a mint. It’s too bad you want a flat fee, instead of a cut. You could make a lot more than the other $500 I owe you.”

“I lost my fucking job, Caspar. I need money now!”

“I know. I know. I’ll have the rest for you really soon. Let me know if you change your mind about the cut, all right?”

I sigh and get up to drag my clothes on. I don’t even bother with modesty around Caspar. Both he and his camera have seen parts of me I didn’t know existed. I was glad someone—Merv, probably—had brought down my clothes. Such as they were.

“You know, I’m planning to make another one,” Caspar said.

“Fuck you, Caspar. I’m not doing any more until I get paid for this one. And no more damn surprises!”

I shut up, realizing I had practically agreed to do the next one with that line.