Bitches Gone Bible Pt. 08

On Wednesday morning, Roxy called their previous agent, and a meeting was set up for Thursday afternoon. The girls sat on the opposite side of a long, mahogany desk of a wealthy, well-dressed man in a suit and tie.

"Nice to see you both again," said Marco, a brash Italian-American, holding out a hand for each of the girls to shake. "And thanks for calling me back yesterday, Roxy." A silence fell. "So you both want to get back into adult entertainment, is that right?"

"Yeah," said Jenna.

"And you too?" He looked at Roxy.

"Yeah," she nodded. "I mean, yeah, like, that's why I called." She felt edgy, but tried to act light-hearted and breezy. "You're the man, so make it happen."

If that was meant to be a joke, it didn't land. Marco's face was serious and businesslike. "Now ... you girls might remember ... there was some awkwardness around the way you left the industry before. You asked for your contracts to be amended so that you wouldn't be asked to perform anal sex, a request which unfortunately couldn't be accommodated. Is this still your position?"

"No, it isn't," said Jenna. "At that time, we were led to think that anal sex was a sinful act, but we've since discovered that it's no more sinful than any other form of unmarried sex."

"So if we're gonna do oral and vag on screen," added Roxy, "then we might as well cover all bases."

"Besides," Jenna declared, "we love it. We've both been doing anal with our boyfriends."

Roxy glanced at her roommate. "And with each other. Like, we fucking love taking it up the ass, Marco. So we want to start again, with everything just like it was before."

"Yeah. Like, we're totally back on the horse," beamed Jenna. "So I guess that means we're all set." She glanced around the room. "We're ready to go. Do you have contracts drawn up for us? Where do we sign?"

"Not so fast." Marco stood up from behind his desk and paced the room. He lit a cigar, and a pall of thick smoke filled the room. Roxy coughed a little. "You might remember that when we couldn't amend your contracts, you broke them. You were both on your way to becoming megastars of porn, but you left a lot of people hanging. Including me."

"We know," Jenna apologised.

"You cost me a lot of money, girls."

"We're sorry about that," said Roxy. "But we thought we were offending Jesus."

"I know. I'm aware of your 'Bitches Gone Bible' channel." He paced some more. "You know, you girls earned a lot of money, and you could've earned so much more. But you walked away from it all, and you walked away from all the people and organisations who supported you and helped put you where you were."

"But you know why we quit," pleaded Roxy. "We've explained. We thought we were doing the right thing, and we didn't mean to upset anyone. Besides, we tried to do the right thing by the industry by getting our terms amended. We didn't really want to quit, but when the industry wouldn't meet us halfway, we felt we had no choice, because we thought we'd be forced to sin. But now we know anal is fine, which is why we want to start again. I mean, if we'd known that all along, we would never have left in the first place."

Jenna gulped. She thought it was gonna be easy. She didn't expect this. "Are you saying ... are you saying the doors are closed to us?"

Marco sucked on his cigar, blowing out smoke. "No, I'm not saying that. But have you thought about other avenues that are ... let's just say ... less risky for me? Onlyfans or something similar, perhaps?"

The girls didn't reply.

"Maybe build your public profile back up, then we can talk some more?"

Jenna nodded. "Maybe." She ran her fingers through her blonde hair. She felt like she was gonna cry.

Roxy, on the other hand, was defiant. "We came back to you because we wanted to give you first shot. You're not the only porn agent in Miami, you know."

Marco was unmoved. "You might not be aware of this, but you created a stir throughout the industry when you quit. Other agents might have similar attitudes to mine. Besides, how am I to know you're not gonna sign a contract and then find something else to complain about?"

"What the fuck else would we complain about?" demanded Roxy. She was stunned to learn their request to negotiate amendments was seen as a 'complaint'.

Marco shrugged. A total non-answer from the player who held all the cards.

Roxy's blood was beginning to boil. "Why'd you invite us to meet with you today if you were gonna be like this? You could've told us on the phone 'forget it, girls, don't waste your time'. Why didn't you say that on the phone? Why are the fuck are we even here?" Roxy narrowed her eyes. "This is a fucking game to you, isn't it? You wanted to meet with us just so you could tell us 'no' to our faces, didn't you?"

Marco shrugged again. "You know what they say: business is business."

Full of anger, Roxy stood up. "Fuck you, Marco, you prick." She raised her middle finger defiantly.

Jenna was mortified. "Wait, Marco, no, she didn't mean ..."

"Yes, I did." Roxy grabbed Jenna by the wrist. "Come on, babe. Fuck this sleazy cunt." Scowling at him, she dragged her away. Jenna's blonde hair flailed as Roxy slammed the office door shut behind them.

Marco rested his cigar in his ashtray. For a moment, his gaze focused on the fiery tip, watching as a string of smoke billowed up towards the ceiling. He pulled the blinds closed and unzipped his pants. He regretted not asking the girls to blow him. He knew they would've, and he knew from previous experience just how good they were at it. He imagined their mouths and tongues slobbering all over his cock, and soon enough, a thin trickle of watery semen ran down the length of his small shaft. He reached for the box of tissues near his fountain pen and mopped up.

The girls debriefed at the café downstairs. Jenna wiped her eyes with a napkin. She thought her career was over, but Roxy had other ideas.

*

Roxy spent that night researching how to set up an Onlyfans account. There was a huge amount of admin involved, and while she found it annoying and tedious, she knew why it was there. She had a past, and Onlyfans had to be sure this was a genuine application, and not an impersonation. After some back and forth, her account was active three days later, though for now, it was merely a shell, holding no content.

In the meantime, they'd told the boys what had happened in Marco's office. Jenna was initially distraught, but eventually, she came around to seeing other avenues and possibilities.

They met up at Gramps on Friday night to sketch things out. The bar was busy.

Basically, the plan was for Jenna and Roxy to shoot a vanilla low-quality introductory video announcing their return and explaining why they left. They'd upload it, and Kane would use his connections on various platforms to promote it. It'd be a free download.

Their second upload was to be much more explicit. For this, they'd be looking for a more professional vibe. They'd rent some lighting, and they'd buy some tripods to mount their phones on. Moses would set everything up -- cameras, lights, booms and cabling -- and Kane would use his phone to capture interesting angles and closeups. They intended to charge for this one, but probably only a small amount. Maybe five bucks or so.

"We can't say we've got boyfriends," Roxy disclosed. She sipped her vodka-based cocktail.

"I know," replied Kane. "You want your followers to think they can meet you, hang out with you and fuck you. I know how the fantasy works. Like, that's exactly how I felt about you before we met. I used to jack off to your scenes all the time, imagining we'd meet, we'd hang out and we'd fuck." He laughed, knowing his porn fantasy had come true in real life. "I mean, like, that'd never happen."

Roxy giggled.

Kane took his cap off for a second and scratched his head. "I'm gonna jerk off to my GF's OF."

Roxy's pussy tingled. "That's so hot. Can I watch?"

"Fuck yeah." He sipped his beer, looking her dead in the face.

Roxy leaned across the table, kissing him on the cheek. "You're the best."

Jenna turned to Moses. "You OK with this? Like, I can't tell the world I've got a boy."

Moses's reply was less forthright, and perhaps even a little distant. "Yeah. I know. I get it." He slugged half of his beer in a few short gulps.

The girls glanced knowingly at each other. Jenna was jealous of her roommate again. Kane was totally chill with everything, but something seemed to be eating away at her own boyfriend. She wasn't sure what Moses wanted from her.

*

For the first time in a few weeks, the girls went to church on Sunday morning. Most of their congregation pointedly kept their distance from these fallen women, but a small handful -- all male, all balding, and all in their forties -- peeled away from the flock to inquire about their recent absences. They said they'd been praying hard for them.

Prayer can take many forms.

Later that afternoon, Kane helped the girls shoot their intro. This was a simple task: he held his phone and filmed them as they talked. The girls sat at the kitchen table wearing regular clothes. He pressed the red button and gave them the thumbs-up.

"Hey, world," said Roxy. "Remember us?"

"I'm Jenna, and this here's Roxy. We're those bitches from 'Bitches Gone Bible,' our Youtube channel."

"But before that, we were ... what's the correct terminology, babe?"

"Pornsluts," Jenna nodded emphatically. "We were pornsluts. Pornstars, pornskanks, pornwhores ..."

"And strippers," Roxy added. "That, too."

"We filmed content for major studios, and we loved every fucking minute of it."

"Yeah, me too. But I remember one day," Roxy confessed, "I was on set, shooting a scene, and some guy was just about to unload on my face, and for some reason I wondered what I was doing with my life. He nutted on me, but then after the director called 'cut' and I was washing my face in the shower, I felt different."

"Like something came over you?" Jenna asked.

"I guess you could put it that way," smirked Roxy.

"And on the exact same day," Jenna enjoined, "in a different studio, I was busy being a three-hole airtight hoe, and as the dudes surrounded me to drench me in jizz, I had the exact same thought as the sexy bitch sitting next to me."

Roxy nodded. "That's when we became Christians."

"We started going to church," explained Jenna, "and one day, after service, someone from our congregation approached us. He said he knew who we were and what we did. And he told us anal sex was a sin."

"We were shocked," Roxy confessed. "We had no idea. We wanted to keep shooting porn, but we didn't want to sin, so we asked for our contracts to be amended so that we'd never be expected to perform anal. And personally, this was a big thing for me, because right back from when I was the slutty cumrag for my high school football team, I've always fucking loved taking it in the ass."

"Me too," agreed Jenna.

Roxy faced her friend. "Like, I reckon my orgasms are so much more powerful when I'm getting nailed in the butt instead of the pussy."

"So we quit," Jenna concluded, facing the camera again, "but it wasn't easy."

"Anyway, later, we learned that anal isn't sinful at all."

"Well, to be accurate, it's no more sinful than any other kind of unmarried sex."

"Right," Roxy nodded. "So, like, if we were gonna do oral and vag, why not take it the ass too? They're all sinful, but here's the point: they're equally sinful."

"That's right. Anal sex isn't any more or less sinful, so there's no reason for us to abstain from it."

The girls looked at each other.

"So what does this mean?" asked Roxy.

"It's means we're back, baby!" shouted Jenna. "We're fuckin' back!" She pulled Roxy's face towards hers and buried her tongue in her mouth. Kane made sure to zoom in for a closeup of their sloppy wet tongues colliding. As he zoomed back out, his phone lost focus for a brief second, but he knew that'd only add to the gritty homemade vibe.

"We're gonna shoot some sexy homemade content for y'all," said Roxy, "but then we're gonna get back on professional studio sets as soon as we can, taking huge cocks in every single hole."

"Especially in our asses," said Jenna.

"Right," nodded Roxy. "Especially in our asses! I can't fucking wait to get my butthole split wide open, then squirting out a hot anal creampie." She paused for a second before looking directly at Kane's phone. "Keep watching!"

Kane knew they were done; he pressed stop on his phone and checked that the file was saved. "I'm not 100% sure if you sold me," he deadpanned, "but on balance, I think I'm gonna subscribe."

Roxy got up off the couch, charging towards him. "You'd better, boy," she grinned, kissing him deeply.

They ordered dinner and had a few drinks. Later that night, after Jenna had gone to bed, Roxy sat at her writing desk, uploading Kane's video to her Onlyfans account. It took a little bit longer than she expected, even though it was only a short clip. Kane sat beside her on Roxy's wooden chair, watching to make sure the file transfer was successful. "Now we play the waiting game," she said, "and before you ask, no, we don't have Hungry Hungry Hippos in the cupboard."

Kane cracked up at her obscure Simpsons joke. "I love you so fucking much," he said.

"Well, that deserves a blowjob," she grinned.

Roxy pulled his pants down; Kane's smallish half-Chinese dick was already standing to attention for her. She kneeled and teased his tight nuts with her tongue before sucking one of his balls into her mouth. Kane's back nearly spasmed. "You OK up there, boy?" she asked with a wry smile before sucking his other nut onto her wet tongue. "I wonder what's sloshing around in here?" she mused, staring at his sloppy testicle. "Can you tell me?"

"Cum?" whispered Kane.

"That's right. Your thick, creamy, gooey, delicious cum. And where's it gonna go?"

Kane struggled to breathe. "Your mouth?"

"Mmm, good answer," she cooed. "Chinese guys are smart."

She hadn't even touched his cock, but already, his shaft pulsed right in front of her eyes. A pearl of precum had already emerged from the tip, and Roxy smeared it around the head of Kane's cock with a fingernail.

She felt him shudder. "Sorry," she whispered. "Too sensitive?"

Kane was barely holding it together. He was trying so hard not to bust, but as he felt Roxy's wet mouth devouring him, and her fist slowly piston up and down his shaft, he closed his eyes and lost his mind. Roxy was more than experienced enough to know what was coming.

Kane's cock convulsed inside her mouth, spewing thick ropes of seed onto her tongue. She felt him pulsing, feeding her; she collected it all, not swallowing, not yet.

She opened her mouth to show him, and Kane watched as millions of his unborn babies swam laps on her tongue. He watched her swallow; he watched her open wide again, flopping out her tongue. "Yummy," she said. "All gone."

Kane took his ballcap off and scratched his head. His wet cock lolled on his thigh. "Like, you're ... you're ..."

Roxy scooted up to kiss his cheek. "I'm what?"

"I don't know ... like, I didn't last very long," Kane confessed. He put his cap back on.

"I don't care, babe." She flicked her beautiful red locks. "Did it feel good?"

"It felt fucking amazing, babe."

"Then that's all that matters," she concluded. She licked her fingers clean.

"It's like ... just ... you're just so good at that."

She could still taste him on her tongue. She teased him. "So good at *what*?"

Words didn't matter anymore. She led him from his chair to her bed, and they lay down, side by side, embracing each other, kissing shallowly, then deeply, then sweetly, until sleep finally arrived.

By the following afternoon, their introductory video already had twenty thousand hits.

*

A week passed. "Fuck. What day is it?" asked Kane as his sleepy eyes cracked open to Miami's intrusive morning sun.

"I got no idea," came Roxy's response.

Kane felt momentary panic. "No, but like, I've got an office job ..."

Roxy picked up her phone from her bedside table. She freed her neck from her thick red hair and squinted at the screen. "It's Saturday." Last night came flooding back to her in sticky fragments. "Remember? We went to the pub with Moses and his skanky bitch, then we came back here, you ate my ass, I busted all over your hand, and then we fucked?"

"Yeah, I remember." Kane sniffed his wrist and stared at the ceiling, a giant smile spreading across his face. Roxy ran her fingertips across his hairless chest. "What time is it?"

"About seven o'clock," Roxy replied.

"Fuck that shit. Way too early." Sleep returned.

He woke up again around half past ten. He wiped sleep out of his eyes and threw last night's clothes back on. His hand still smelled like Roxy's squirt. The girls were in the kitchen, drinking coffee and eating breakfast.

"Big day today," said Roxy. "Want a coffee, sleepyhead?" She dipped her spoon in her bowl and inhaled a mouthful of cereal.

"Uhh ... yeah ... sure, thanks, that'd be great." Kane's brain wasn't up to speed yet. "Wait. Why is today a big day?"

She gestured in Jenna's direction. "Because this bitch is gonna fuck the shit out of me, you're gonna record it, and we're gonna upload it to Onlyfans."

Kane's jaw dropped. "Wait, you're doing this *today*?"

"Gotta strike while the iron's hot," she volleyed. "Our intro video seems to be quite popular."

"No shit," Kane exhaled.

"Have you got other plans for today?" Jenna challenged with a smile.

Kane was confused. "Wait, but don't we need more equipment? Lights, tripods, microphones?"

Roxy gestured to their living room. "Go take a look."

"Hey, dude," waved Moses. He was nearly finished setting everything up.

"Hey, buddy," said Kane. "Didn't know you were here."

Moses chuckled. "Sorry, I was in a bit of a dark mood last weekend. Me and Jenna have talked since then. We sorted some shit out."

Kane was confused. "Wait, does that mean ..."

"I'll tell you later," Moses interrupted, "but yeah, everything's cool. Either way, as if I was gonna miss this. Besides, you and I are gonna be part of the scene."

Kane shook his head. "Huh?"

"Hang on ... didn't Roxy tell you?"

"Roxy didn't tell me anything."

Moses wrapped an arm around his bro's shoulder, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "OK, so here's what they've got planned. They're gonna fuck each other, we're gonna capture it, and then I'm gonna pull your pants down and fuck your sexy half-Chinese butt."

"Jackass," frowned Kane, throwing his buddy's arm away.

Moses continued. "Makes sense that way, right? I mean, I'm a little bigger than you, so it'll look better on camera. I bet you're nice and tight. I hope you got that crack wax we talked about?"

Kane knew his buddy was only joking, but he pretended to be upset. "Shut the fuck up."

Jenna and Roxy had been listening at the door. "What's really gonna happen," Jenna said, "is when we're done fucking the shit out of each other, we're gonna kneel down, and you two are gonna bust on our faces. Your dicks will be in shot, but not your faces, so nobody will be able to work out who you are."

Roxy smiled at her boyfriend. "You OK with that, babe?"

Kane tried to find a quicker way. "Can we cut to the chase?"

"Huh?" asked Jenna.

"Like, maybe I could just bust on your faces right now instead?"

The girls laughed. "Just so you both know," said Roxy, "we'll mostly be improvising the scene, because we can edit it later, but the basic idea is we're both anal virgins who are curious about buttsex."

Kane blinked in surprise. "Anal virgins?"

The girls nodded, beaming. "Yeah."

Kane sought confirmation. "You two?"

Jenna grinned. "We've got you interested now, haven't we?"