All characters contained within are entirely fictional; any similarity to any real or fictional person living or deceased is totally unintentional. Do not read this story if you do not enjoy reading about consensual sexual activities of an exhibitionist nature. Otherwise read on......

 

 

Chapter 1 - Prologue

 

The crowd of onlookers huddle together for protection against the bitingly cold wind while patiently watching the drama playing out before them. Oblivious to their stares and the winter weather the two ambulance medics and lone police officer try to get a response from the unconscious figure lying curled within a hollow on the pebble beach. Squatting down the officer gently taps the shoulder of the scruffy looking male, almost reluctant to touch him for fear of disturbing any lodgers that might be lurking beneath the man's dirty clothing. Getting no reaction the officer takes hold of his shoulder and gives it a rough shake.

 

This at last rouses the object of their attention who, turns his head in their direction and half opens one bloodshot eye and briefly studies them in turn. Satisfied that he's not being attacked or robbed he closes his eye and covers his face with a grimy sleeve. Barely concealing the disgust he feels the officer stands up and announces that he has better things to do than mollycoddle tramps. With a guarded look between the two medics they shake their heads almost imperceptibly before kneeling down either side of the now snoring man. With quick efficiency the senior medic pulls back the sleeve of the coat and feels for a pulse.

 

The tramp groans protesting at the disturbance. Taking it in his stride the other medic asks the man what his name is and does he know where he is. The tramp looks at him vacantly for a moment or so before he shakes his head. With concerned expressions they tell him that he's sitting on Brighton beach in the middle of October. Blankly he shrugs his shoulders before reaching into his coat and retrieves a half empty bottle of Vodka. He struggles with the screw cap before greedily swigging back the colourless fluid. The officer frowns at him before announcing that the alcohol is what has got him into this state in the first place.

 

"Fuck off!" the tramp suddenly yells out catching everyone by surprise "What the fuck is it to do with you? You know nothing about me. Just fuck off and leave me alone!"

 

Hastily retreating to a safe distance the medics agree with the officer that he seems well enough and as he's un-cooperative they're closing the shout. Relief all round they scramble up the beach back to their respective vehicles to write up their reports. Disappointed that there's no more drama to be had the onlookers melt away, avoiding each others' eyes in slight embarrassment. The tramp, now alone again, gazes out to sea with his bottle of drink clutched tightly to his chest.

 

Chapter 2 - Twelve Months Ago

 

I was standing in our living room listening to the radio while ploughing through a mountainous pile of ironing when the phone rang, more precisely my mobile phone. Putting the iron back on its stand I strode over to the coffee table and smiled to myself for it was Morten calling me yet again. I wondered what he wanted this time? Surely he must have run out of excuses to speak to me. He'd only been gone three hours and had called me as many times.

 

"Hello this is the Chad and Morten residence, how may I help you?" I said in my best husky voice.

 

"What are you wearing?" said the equally husky voice of my lover.

 

"The ironing maid's uniform, why?"

 

"Oh no reason, well yes there is actually. Can you come over to the pub for lunch time I've got someone I would like you and the others to meet?"

 

"Anyone important?" I asked intrigued by his vagueness.

 

"You could say that. So make yourself decent and put the ironing board away."

 

"Yes sir!" I said with a grin for ironing was not my favourite of jobs.

 

An hour later I was sitting in the Polished Ring, the pub come restaurant and club where I worked with Morten and Dean the pub owners, along with Alex (boyfriend of Dean) and Stevie (my not so secret shag buddy). It made a change to be dressed in smart casual clothes rather than the customary half-naked state that Stevie and Alex was in right now i.e. just the knee length brown leather effect small apron. Not that I mind wearing so little, after all it was pretty much my idea in the first place, well more like Morten's but whose going to split hairs over a minor detail like that? Being naked waiters in the pub and restaurant has proved very popular with our customers and turned the fortunes around for the pub. I think it's safe to say that we are close to being the venue of choice for regular and visiting customers.

 

Alex and I made small talk while we watched Stevie serve and flirt behind the bar, he was a natural and I'm glad I suggested that he come and work as a barman. He's popular and it has meant that our shifts are now shorter as we have more cover behind the bar. Just as well because the restaurant and lounge bar have also proved to be a success and we're thinking of extending the opening days and hours for both. Who knows we might have to take on more staff, I wondered if this was what the meeting would be about. It would be so like Morten to have organised everything and only tell us once it was all set to go.

 

I didn't have long to wait, arriving almost on time Morten entered the pub followed by two men, one I recognised as being Simon Fothersham, the owner of Hardcore Productions UK Ltd. Who the other guy was I didn't have a clue but seeing Simon my heart skipped a beat as I suspected what the meeting might be about. As the trio approached my table I stood up and shook hands with Simon and his companion. Morten indicated that we were to go upstairs to the lounge bar, which was closed at lunchtimes, so that we could have a private meeting. Now I was really getting excited for we had heard nothing from Simon since the audition filming took place over a month ago. Well I hadn't but clearly Morten must have been in communication with him for this meeting to have been arranged.

 

We made ourselves comfortable in the arm chairs and chatted in general about the business's progress while Alex served us coffee and biscuits. Only after Alex had left with a wriggle of his petit derriere did Simon explain the purpose of the meeting. First he introduced me to Duncan, his brother-in-law and legal advisor for his production company. As we shook hands I could not help but think that his wife was a lucky bitch, for while he was not the best looking guy I'd ever seen he was definitely an alpha male in his attitude and body language. Similar to Morten in fact, perhaps that was why I found him attractive, more so than Simon.

 

Introductions over Duncan retrieved from his briefcase a portfolio with my name on in it. Opening the folder I saw a head and shoulders photo of me and perhaps half a dozen sheets of paper which suspiciously looked like a contract to me. I glanced up at Simon who nodded and then with a big smile confirmed that I had passed the audition and was about to be offered a contract with Hardcore Productions. Like an excited kid I clapped my hands and cried out "yay!" drawing a frown from Morten in response. Simon just laughed at my enthusiasm and asked Duncan to go through the contract with me.

 

For the next half an hour the two of us went through the whole contract from beginning to end until I signed on the dotted line at the bottom of the last page. In brief I would be paid £1,000 per appearance in a DVD produced plus 5% commission on sales of the films and associated products. I was also expected to appear at live venues as part of publicity promotions for which I would earn £100 per show. It was obvious even to me that I would never get rich working as a porn star but as Simon pointed out it would be a welcome boost to my income and I would get to have great sex with some of the hottest guys around. I couldn't argue with his logic.

 

The only person not happy with the outcome was Morten but it was only because he felt left out (or rather wanted a bit of what I was going to get) as he explained a little awkwardly.

 

"I've appeared in each of the auditions why haven't I been offered a contract?"

 

Simon looked at him thoughtfully for a moment before responding "Fair enough question, the answer is twofold. Firstly it was only Chad being auditioned and secondly we need guys who are just as happy to be bottoms. Before we can offer you a contract we need to see you not only acting as top but also as a bottom."

 

Morten looked around the table and hesitated before replying "Will me taking it up the arse have to be filmed or will you take my word for it?"

 

"Oh no" Simon chuckled "filming is mandatory. It will be good practise for you if you are to appear in our commercial films."

 

I was enjoying Morten's discomfort for I could see that he desperately wanted in on the action but just didn't want to lose his top-only status.

 

"Ok. I guess that's what I'm going to have to do."

 

Simon was all smiles now "How about you and Chad here do a little scene, just the two of you, intimate like and I will do the filming? How does that sound?"

 

"When?"

 

"No time like the present." Simon said as he looked around the table at us "Duncan can you draw up a contract for Morten on the same basis as Chad's while I sort out this audition? I'll meet you back at the office later."

 

With that the meeting closed. Duncan returned to London while the three of us stayed for one more drink in the pub during which Morten informed Dean that hopefully we'd be starting our evening shift as normal but if there were any delays he'd call. Dean simply nodded and told him to have fun, whatever we were getting up to. Swilling the last of his drink down Morten announced that it was time to get the show on the road and so we headed off back to our home in Simon's car as he needed to bring his filming equipment with him.

 

It was decided that the filming would take place in our bedroom where it would be easier for Morten to relax and lose his anal cherry. I couldn't wait, for topping Morten was something I'd been aching to do for a long time! So while Simon set up his gear in the bedroom we had a quick shower and Morten cleaned himself out using the douching tube. I'm not sure that he particularly enjoyed the experience of water flowing up into his rectum judging by his expression. I just smiled encouragingly for this process has been a regular one for me over the years and even more so recently since I had been trained to take fists. As he made a dash for the toilet to dump the water and faeces mixture down the pan his expression was almost comical. I couldn't resist telling him to 'man up' and that he'd quickly get used to this undignified process, at least he only had me watching. At first he scowled at me before breaking into a rueful smile and agreeing with me.

 

With just a towel wrapped around our bodies we walked into the bedroom where Simon was ready and waiting for us standing behind his video camera. Ignoring the camera we climbed onto the bed and lay down facing each other in a loving embrace. Tenderly I kissed his lips, face and neck as I gently thrust my hips into his and explored his body with my free hand. He moved to take control but I whispered into his ear that I was top this time and was to follow my lead. Sighing he relaxed and let me do the work. By now I was rock hard and it was obvious to me that he was too but I was having too much fun teasing him to rush things. Rolling him onto his back I lay on top and aggressively fucked his mouth with my tongue until he began to moan with frustration and I was about to explode myself.