Police detective Jackson Howell met Rebecca Rhodes by accident and it was lust at first sight. Becky had been a suspect in the shooting death of her husband. Her alibi that she had been in the arms of a black lover withstood the investigation.
After Jackson and Becky became an item, Jackson learned all about how Becky had been a porn star and later married to a very kinky husband. Jackson got busy trying to solve the mystery. Eventually Jackson used the services of a cat burglar to get the goods on the person he thought was the killer.
This yarn has a lot of sex of almost every kind. Interracial sex? You bet there is and plenty of it! I’m Shooter and I guarantee you are going to like this one.
EXTRACT
The next Saturday morning I found myself at a seedy looking studio.
The photographer’s name was Jake Johnson. Jake was a nice man of
forty-five or so. His easy friendly manner pretty quickly put me at
ease. Jake assured me that it was only a test shoot and for me to
quit worrying about it. He told me that any friend of Orlando’s was a
shoo-in. I didn’t consider myself exactly a friend, but I didn’t see
any reason to tell Jake that.
Jake took a lot of pictures that day. I was anticipating that I would
eventually have to take my clothes completely off to make enough money
to buy the car. I wasn’t looking forward to it, but I was resigned.
Jake took me to that point in slow easy stages and when I finally
disrobed I was pretty calm. In fact it seemed like the natural next
step.
After a few minutes I relaxed and let Jake pose me in a variety of
poses. He was nice and didn’t make any crude remarks about me being
naked. I was grateful for that and it made the whole process easier.
Jake gave me a hundred dollars when the session was over. He told me
to come back the following Saturday afternoon for a real shoot. I used
the hundred dollars as a down payment on the car so the owner would
hold it for me. It was the nicest vehicle I had ever tried to buy. A
cute sporty little Dodge.
The next session with Jake went smooth and I left his studio five
hundred bucks richer. I immediately took it to the car owner as
payment on the car. I figured I was three photo sessions away from
owning the beautiful little car.
I didn’t have another session the next weekend and by the time Jake
called me I was almost beside myself. I hated taking the bus and I
hated having to beg rides from others. I suppose I was fearful that my
car would get away.
The next session was a little different. Before I had just posed nude
for Jake. That shoot he wanted me to do things to myself. Touching and
stroking my body while he took the pictures. I was reluctant, but I
did as Jake directed and was rewarded with a nice payday. Seven
hundred bucks which I took to my car man. Now I had twelve hundred
dollars invested in my car.
I waited for Jake to call. One week, two weeks, and by the time the
third week rolled around I was on pins and needles. I was sure I was
going to lose my car. I called Jake to see what the trouble was.
“Sorry, Becky,” he said. “I don’t have anything for you right now.
Business is slow, but don’t worry. I’ll have a shoot for you in a
couple of weeks.” I started begging. “Hey, what can I do, honey? The
only thing I got is a solo video deal. You said you wouldn’t do
anything like that. I got a girl all ready to do it.” I asked him
what a solo video deal involved. He told me it was one girl using a
dildo on herself. I wasn’t a stranger to a dildo. I had two that I
used regularly since I have no social life to speak of. Masturbation
had almost become a way of life for me.“Pays an easy eight hundred for
the whole shoot,” Jake said. That made up my mind. I needed exactly
eight hundred to redeem my little car.
It took two days to get the video done. I’ll admit that I felt
strange at first, but Jake made it easier by remaining completely
professional during the taping. I mean I had never imagined myself
naked and fucking myself with a variety of paraphernalia while some
guy filmed me. It was just too bizarre for me to have considered.
The first day I was nervous and dry as a bone. It took a lot of lube
to get the job done. The second session wasn’t as bad. I actually
managed to have a couple of smallish orgasms. More importantly I had
my car at long last.
I didn’t exactly burn my bridges with Jake, but I may have indicated
he had seen the last of me and my body. That wasn’t to be, however.
Two weeks before graduation the engine blew up in my car. I discovered
I needed a thousand dollars to get it fixed. I called Jake to see if
he had any work for me.
“Naw, Becky, I don’t have anything except a fuck flick to do. Sorry,
honey. I wish I could help you.” I asked Jake what a fuck flick
entailed and he told me in graphic terms that it was exactly what the
name implied. “It’s actual fucking, honey,” he said. Since I was
desperate I didn’t hesitate but a couple of minutes. I told him I
would do it.
