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Picking and Choosing

Chapter 10

					Picking and Choosing


					    Chapter 10


	For the next couple of weeks things settled down and I got piggy into a
routine that began to pay dividends when it came to making the weight drop off
her pudgy body. There was no sign of Ginny, which was just as well. Ralph
continued to come over every other night or so and do his anal thing with piggy
who was beginning to understand that what she and Ralph were doing had some
meaning if she was going to break into porn in a big way. When she wasn't
exercising or having sex with me, (mostly just doing my job, so I kept telling
myself as my cock sank into that fabulous asshole) piggy was getting an
education about the ins and outs of the porn world.

	You'd have to be a complete imbecile if you believed the bullshit that
you saw from those horribly boring interviews between the asshole claiming to be
the director and the empty-headed bimbo just trying to get the job so she could
pay her rent or take care of her boyfriend's habit. According to what you saw
and heard, every one of these airheads was in it for the sex and then the money
and thought it was just great fun.

	The reality of it was something else, and that is the part I wanted
piggy to understand. Porn was a business. Most of the people involved were nasty
SOBs who were doing it strictly for the money and would do almost anything to
stay where they were or improve their tenuous position. Talent was meat, not
pretty young things with names and aspirations. The half-life of the average
female porn "star" was measured in months. The specter of getting an STD,
herpes, or worse still HIV, was constantly hanging over you. The hours were
brutal and what the directors wanted just kept getting more and more demeaning
and weird as they pursued the next trend in perversion or humiliation.

	Those who survived, and there were some that did, were not the prettiest
or the best built. They were the ones that knew the score, cultivated the right
people and made sure they never missed a shoot. These few made sure that
whatever it was, they knew how to do it and make it look as if they were even
enjoying such delicate behavior as throat fucking, licking up cum from the
floor, taking two guys in the ass at the same time, being slapped silly, spanked
until their asses were crimson, and anything else the degenerate directing the
video could get away with. It truly was a business where only the strong of
stomach survived. This was the kind of information that the average sweet young
thing lacked. It was this reality that created so many one shot wonders, girls
who made one video, realized they weren't in Kansas or Orange County anymore,
and moved on to less stressing activities, such as working in Walmart or the
fast food industry.

	I still wasn't completely satisfied with piggy's progress, she had a
ways to go before I could risk taking a flier into the amateur porn business
with her. In the master plan my little pornlette was going to need some
reconstructive surgery such as a better pair of tits, and even a tummy tuck in
the worse case scenario. When you added that to the other little tricks to
deceive, such as possibly botox and definitely collagen injections to give her
bee stung lips that were so popular these days plus some laser and liposuction
work, I was looking at close to ten thousand in front end costs.

	There really were only two ways to get that kind of money, or so I
thought, rob a bank or turn her out so she could hustle for her keep. Neither
was very palatable to me, not on moral grounds so much as the realization that
she could not command the high end money that the more attractive and
sophisticated pros could bring in, and the risk of a long stretch in prison for
me if I got caught robbing a bank was not worth it. So I decided to take a few
small baby steps in the right direction. I made an arrangement with a guy I knew
who knew a guy who ran one of those yuppy type gyms. It was a place where the
men came not so much to work out, as to hit on their opposite numbers. The
"hitties" would be sweating it out on the stairmaster or whatever torture tool
was most popular these days for toning and tightening up figures that had gone
to pot from years of the wrong food and lack of exercise.

	Piggy was about to become a very key employee of the Slim Jim Gym. Her
duties were to keep everyone supplied with towels, and improve customer morale
by providing a number of important personal services for both the male and
female clientele. In exchange she would be allowed to use the facilities on
off-hours, and keep any tips she got for her personal services. The way it was
explained to me, piggy was going to be spending about twelve hours a day at the
gym servicing customers and working on toning and reshaping her flabby body.
That worked for me. I figured once I planted the word that piggy was also doing
porn videos under another name, business would skyrocket. Who wouldn't want to
bang a porn star, even if they never heard of her, and she was kind of on the
dumpy side?

	I sat down with my protogee and explained the facts of life to her while
she practiced her blowjob technique on my stiffy. Piggy was showing substantial
improvement in this most important skill. In fact midway in my lecture I
declared a recess since I had just blown a huge load into my pupil's mouth and
part of it had gotten up her nose when she started choking on all the little
wigglers I'd delivered. Once she recovered her equilibrium I resumed outlining
her duties and responsibilities while she was at the gym.

	Under no circumstances was she to let anyone do her in the ass unless he
wore a condom which she personally inspected for integrity. As a minimum she
should expect a tip of at least fifty bucks for this special service, in
advance. She was to deal only in cash; no credit cards, gifts or promises to pay
at a later date would be accepted. With women anything went, tongues, lips,
fists, stap-ons, vibrators and dildos; they all were good. It was eat or be
eaten, rim or be rimmed, sixty-nine all the time, whatever the ladies wanted,
that's what they'd get.

	It was a few days later that I had to revise my instructions to cover
water sports which seemed to be very popular among many of the clients. After a
time piggy was spending up to three hours in the showers on an average day being
sprayed with piss, gargling and swallowing the yellow stuff or providing her own
piss to her special clients who tipped big time for that service.

	There was only one problem; piggy was so busy servicing the gym
membership that she had no time to use the machines. However because she was so
busy working up a sweat as guys and girls nailed her in every hole by the hour,
she had little time to feel hunger pangs. Swallowing quarts of piss also kept
her belly full and thoughts of eating out of her head. Piggy had become the main
attraction at the Slim Jim Gym and so I decided to renegotiate our deal. The
manager wouldn't buy it, so I pulled piggy off the job, which made her very
unhappy. For the first time in her dull, drab existence she was the center of
attention of a large group of people who she admired for their wealth and
position in society. I had a very unhappy camper on my hands.

	I held out for a better arrangement despite all the grief she was giving
me at the apartment. Things got so bad that I had to reintroduce her to the
paddles. It was while I was flattening her keister one afternoon that I noticed
the change that had begun to take place. That ass started to have a little
bounce to it when I landed a good one. When I finished lathering her bottom to
the shade of crimson that she deserved, I had an ass attack, and the next thing
I knew I had her bent over the arm of the chair and my hard cock was doing a
very good imitation of a rototiller inside her velvet asshole. Damned if I
wasn't becoming addicted to piggy's shitter!

	A couple of days later, just mnutes after I had decided to stuff piggy
down the garbage chute before she made me lose my mind entirely, the owner of
the gym called and capitulated. He made me an offer that I could not refuse; my
life and plans were about to make a huge detour for a time. I agreed to become
one of the two managers of the Slim Jim Gym, and piggy was to become my
assistant in charge of Special Services. I was assigned to the night shift, a
perfect time for piggy to provide the unique services that had already become
her trademark. The only catch was that it was a twelve hour shift, which put a
cramp into any of the other deals that I was wont to become involved in these
days. I looked upon this as a necessary sacrifice for the cause.

	Piggy had her own office, a cubicle in the back of the gym that could
only be entered by means of a club key that cost the member one hundred bucks a
month. As a member in good standing he or she received discounts such as a free
sex or kinky act of choice for every five visits to piggy for special servicing.
Her cubicle featured a bed, shower stall and closed circuit TV to provide the
kind of ambience that most of her customers desired while she was servicing
them. I was also taking the liberty of taping the activities that took place in
piggy's area as a method of controlling the clientele. In this business there
was such a thing as too many customers. Customers had a habit of bragging and
talking about things that should remain private. Once they realized that their
little peccadillos were on tape and would be used against them if the vice squad
came down on my nice little scam, they lined up like filings on a magnet when it
came to the issue of security.

	My shy, retiring porn star to be turned into something decidedly
different when she got that little cubicle. She was no longer piggy, from that
moment on she was Miss Goodbody, and even I was expected to use her new name. As
long as she lost weight and delivered the kind of money that was rolling in
these days I was happy to comply with her wishes. After a week or so I started
to make my imprint on the business. In the early morning hours, starting around
3AM after the usual business tailed off, I instituted the exercise with Miss
Goodbody session, open only to card carrying members.

	Peggy, no longer piggy, would work out in the nude before an audience of
men and women who practically drooled as they watched her go through her
routines with that big ass bouncing and those big titties flopping all over the
place. From there it graduated to Peggy wearing attire that was supplied by the
members and that really went over big. Nothing like watching an overweight babe
wearing a garter belt, hose and a bustier that ended just below her tits and a
few inches above her pussy, working out on a stairmaster or pumpng iron thanks
to the weight machines. To my amazement overweight became pleasingly plump
within a matter of weeks. Miss Goodbody was really into exercise and repairing
her self-esteem. I began to get worried at this dramatic change.

	Back at the apartment, things changed as well. Ralph was put in his
place on more than a few occasions by Miss Goodbody, but he didn't complain
because as he confided in me, our little porno princess was growing up fast. He
couldn't seem to get enough of her asshole, which made me a bit jealous, since
I'd been the first to realize that her tight tunnel of fun was unique even
though it was attached to a body that certainly didn't deserve it. For me it was
no fun either as she was now all business. There was dust on my paddles and she
was wearing me out with her demands to learn how to give a better blowjob,
survive a major throat fucking and come back for more, not to mention joining in
with Ralph to develop her abilities for double penetration, then double vag and
finally on one long and very freaky evening pulling off the latest rage, double
anal.

	She became an ass to mouth maniac and soon my excursions into her tight
asshole were interrupted constantly by her need to remove my cock so she could
suck everything off that it had collected, before allowing me to continue what I
had begun. Sometimes it took me nearly an hour to get off because of all those
damned breaks in the action. Then from there she started whining that she needed
a female partner so she could practice all the tricks of the trade involved in
doing girl-girl.I was at my wits end.

	To assist her in developing her girl-girl expertise, I dropped her rates
for the distaff side at the gym. Now she was taking on a steady stream of sex
happy women who loved to eat pussy or have their's done. An hour long sixty-nine
session was not out of the ordinary any more.

	Then this one lesbian showed up and turned Miss Goodbody inside out.
When she wasn't reaming out my money-maker's asshole and cunt with her monster
strap-on, she was having her asshole polished to perfection by Peggy. What made
it even more freaky was that she always first cuffed Peggy's hands behind her
back. That seemed to kick my little porno star's need for sex up at least
another couple of notches. That babe would drag Peggy into the shower so she
could piss all over her and make her swallow as much as her belly could hold. I
don't know where all that piss came from, but she could deliver it by the pint,
take a break so she could rearrange Peggy's colon with her strap-on, then do a
repeat piss performance in my little girl's mouth.

	Then one session she decided to introduce Miss Goodbody to the fine art
of fist fucking. She lubed up Peggy's cunt with what looked like a handful of
shortening, then proceeded to stick one finger after another into her until only
her thumb was outside. Then she leaned forward and managed to get her entire
hand into Peggy. I was mesmerized by what I was seeing. Peggy's eyes were
popping as she watched the babe change her hand into a fist. It must have been a
weird feeling to realize what was happening inside her cunt. Then the woman
began to push and pull her arm, moving it slowly further and further inside
Peggy. I watched as inch by inch her arm was swallowed by Peggy's cunt. Miss
Goodbody looked like she was in labor, trying to deliver a small automobile or
some such item into the world. I could not believe it when her elbow pushed
against the entrance to Peggy's bloated cunt. That is as far as she went the
first time.

	Things got even stranger when Peggy decided to add a few new exercises
that she'd do naked as well as cuffed. There was standing room only for her
debut. She opened up by doing her version of jumping jacks, that drew plenty of
applause simply because her tits would get moving so much that they looked as if
they'd fly off her chest after one more jump. But it was the squats that brought
down the house. I spotted for her at the opening performance.

	Everyone started talking excitedly when I placed the long, thick column
of black rubber shaped like a cock down and pushed on it to attach it firmly to
the floor. It jutted up over a foot into the air, sixteen inches to be exact. I
know, for I had purchased it for her to use at the apartment in her spare time.
At first she didn't like to work with it at all, claiming that it made her cunt
sore when she used it for more than a minute or so. I remember keeping after her
about using it and finally resorting to the paddle to convince her that she had
to start using it regularly or she'd never make it in porn. Until she got the
job at the gym she grudgingly worked with it as little as she could get away
with doing, but now that the new Miss Goodbody had bubbled up to the surface,
she was gung-ho to not only use it, but to master it as well. Tonight she was
taking that first step in the process.

	There was a ring of white that marked the depth to which she was now
able to take this monster, ten inches. I helped her get settled over the
replica, and kept my hand on her shoulder to balance her as she made the first
pass, slowly squatting to let the head of the monster part her cunt lips and
begin boring up into her twat. There was dead silence as inch after inch of
black rubber disappeared into her cunt as she kept bending her knees and
lowering her body. Once she reached her limit, the white circle was just barely
visible. She paused, her thighs quivering from the strain. "Go deeper" hollered
one of the onlookers and a chorus of voices took up the cry for Miss Goodbody to
swallow more of the brute now stretching her insides to their limit. I pushed
down on her shoulder and she gulped, took a deep breath and jammed anoher inch
into her bloated fuck box. A cheer went up from the group as she held her
position and then began to raise herself from the replica. It took nearly twenty
minutes for her to do twenty-five squats, and then she collapsed, toppling off
the black column and rolling on her side, totally exhausted.

	Two days later I introduced a new event for our special members. From
now on, at precisely 4AM, Miss Goodbody would appear in all her nakedness and
work with the replica for exactly thirty minutes. Before her appearance a
drawing would be made to determine who would be her spotter. His or her duties
were to keep Peggy balanced, since she would have her hands cuffed behind her
back, and motivated to keep working. Motivation could be supplied via mouth,
hands or sex organs. The first drawing winner chose to hold Miss Goodbody's hair
and throat fuck her as she did her slow squats. They moved in tandem, bending
and rising as his cock moved in and out of her mouth, tickling her tonsils on
occasion, causing her to cough and lose concentration. Based on the trouble he
had caused for my star attraction, I altered the rules to forbid choking Miss
Goodbody as she worked. This did not prevent people from getting creative, and I
took notes on the more inventive approaches to "spotting". Another thing that
became a part of the show was the battle between the ladies in attendance to get
to lick the replica clean of all the secretions that Miss Goodbody left behind
on the giant tool. This activity never failed to entertain the male audience and
always led to a surge in customers for Miss Goobody's private and very personal
sevices.

	Things were going so well it was frightening. After expenses, which
included a twenty percent kickback to the gym owner for use of the facilities,
we cleared a little over eighteen thousand the first month, and Peggy lost
eleven pounds and five inches from her hips and waist. I decided it was time to
make arrangements for her surgeries. Based on her much improved progress, it
didn't appear that she'd be needing a tummy tuck, or a fanny lift, but there
were areas on her firming body that did need some liposuction. She was however
going to get a boob job to do something about those big floopy tits. I decided
to cut some corners and see if I could work out some kind of a deal to exchange
some amount of Miss Goodbody's personal services for a break in the cost of the
operation. All the rest of the work involved procedures such collagen
injections, laser skin rejuvenation, contacts, which hopefully would get rid of
that squint she had, and perhaps laser hair removal. The last mentioned was a
tossup since pubic hair seemed to go in and out of fashion over a two to three
year period, but armpits had to be smooth under all but the most radical of
conditions.

	A week later it got a bit sticky when I received a visit from a
gentleman who said he represented a personal security agency. He offered, for a
fee of ten thousand per month to make sure that the premises were not bothered
by local law enforcement and our clientele would continue to be free of any type
of harrassment from organized gangs of bullies who preyed on such
establishments. To be blunt, it was a shakedown and we both knew it. This dark
cloud threatened progress and so I decided to delay the inevitable for as long
as possible, which turned out to be only three days.



				(To be continued)



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