Porn Star

  © 2014 by Geoff Lynch. All rights reserved.

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  Porn star

  The tale of Cassidy Rayne

  Chapter 1

  The Shower

  Dressed in her ill-fitting brown uniform, the deputy led Cassidy Rayne (not her real name) to the communal shower and showed her where to undress. Up less than thirty minutes, the newly incarcerated twenty something slipped out of her orange jumpsuit and let it lay on the bench next to a row of lockers. Next to her clothes lay two sets of orange jumpsuits also crumpled and lying in a heap. In the other room, she could hear the sound of water spraying and see steam rolling in, clinging to the ceiling and drifting above her.

  “Get in the shower,” the deputy said sternly. “You have twenty minutes.”

  Cassidy, head hung low, walked around the corner into the shower room and took in a good whiff of steam. She instantly took notice of the two nude women already embracing each other under a shower head in a soap lather embrace. “What the fuck is going on?” she asked the jailer.

  “What does it look like?” the jailer replied. “You got eighteen minutes.” That being said, the jailer backed away against the wall keeping an eye on the inmates.

  “You expect me to go in there?” Cassidy asked. The jailer looked at her watch and back at Cassidy without saying a word. With no answer, Cassidy slowly stepped over the ledge that kept the water in the bath house and found the shower head the furthest from the couple who were now engaged in some sort of rhythmic grind. Keeping an eye on the two women, Cassidy turned on her shower, brought it to the right temperature and stepped into the stream. Nervously, she looked around for some soap or shampoo and saw none close by. To her dismay, the only bottle she could find was setting on the floor next to the two women who had now taken notice of her.

  Trying not to bring any attention to herself, she turned away from the couple and tried her best to rinse off without soap and make due with what she had. It was then she felt the cold plastic bottle touch her back and knew one of the women had brought the soap over. She spun around facing the taller, thinner, better looking woman with her hand outstretched clutching a bottle of body wash.

  “We weren’t trying to hog it to ourselves,” the woman said reaching her other hand out and touching Cassidy on the hip.

  Cassidy backed up and took the bottle from the woman’s hand. “Thanks,” was all she said and stared past the woman at the other woman who was walking towards them.

  “Don’t be scared honey,” the tall woman said. “I don’t bite.”

  “Yes she does,” the other woman said with a grin. “I can show you if you want.”

  “Thanks for the shampoo,” Cassidy said nervously and waited for the two nude women to leave. They didn’t.

  “What are you in for?” the second woman asked as she looked Cassidy up and down like a turkey leg ready to eat.

  “Driving on a suspended license,” Cassidy replied.

  “That’s pretty fucking stupid,” the second woman said like a bitch.

  “Yeah, I know” Cassidy replied. “I didn’t have any choice.”

  “You couldn’t find a ride? A hot girl like you?”

  “No, now could you both leave me alone? I only have a few minutes to get my shower done.”

  “You got all the time you want missy, that deputy is as lesbo as they get and as long as we are putting on a show, she ain’t going to stop us. If you want to shower for an hour, you can, just make her happy.”

  “I’m not a lesbian,” Cassidy replied.

  “Neither am I,” the bitchy woman replied. “I just like long hot showers in the morning and I know what it takes to get what I want.”

  “From what I saw, you looked like a lesbian to me.”

  “Oh that? It’s all for show. Suck a titty, squeeze an ass, it’s not rocket science honey.”

  “But you looked like you enjoyed it.”

  “Maybe I did, a little. But I still like my men. Nothing like a huge cock to make me a happy lady.”

  “Yeah, that’s nice, now can you leave me alone?”

  “I don’t think I like your attitude,” the first woman said ripping the bottle from Cassidy’s hand.

  Startled, Cassidy, raised her hands in a defensive posture and backed up against the cold wall.

  “Are you going to hit us?” the shorter woman asked like it was a big joke. “Go ahead, see what happens.”

  Cassidy stood her ground and waited for the two women to attack her. They did nothing but stand and watch her like a zoo animal locked in a cage. “I’ll call the guard,” she said gritting her teeth.

  “Guard left bitch,” was all Cassidy heard before she felt a slap across the face and a tug on her arm that knocked her off balance and down to the floor. On all fours, the tall woman grabbed Cassidy by the hair and mounted her from behind like a play horse. The other woman slapped Cassidy on the ass and told her to “Git, you stupid cow!”

  Like in a surreal rodeo, Cassidy was stuck to the shower room floor by the weight of a nude woman who was pulling on her hair and trying to ride her like a bull. The cement floor dug into her knees and the tall woman’s bony ass dug into Cassidy’s hips causing her sharp pain. The shorter woman began kicking Cassidy in the ass trying to get her to move but the pain in her knees stopped her flat.

  “What’s wrong bitch?” the short woman yelled. “You need to get a move on!”

  Fighting back tears, Cassidy buckled at the knees and rest her ass on her heels lowering the woman riding her down a foot closer to the floor. “Get off me!” Cassidy yelled and began pounding on the right toes of the woman mounted on her back with her fist.

  In a second, the woman dismounted and kicked Cassidy in the side knocking her onto the floor. “You fucking bitch!” the woman yelled now in more pain than before.

  Cassidy then tried to roll onto her front to get up when the shorter woman came down on a knee and jammed it into Cassidy’s chest. A few slaps in the tits and one to the face and the pair of pseudo lesbian inmates backed off and watched to see what Cassidy would do now.

  With the wind knocked out her, and water from the shower head spraying in her face, Cassidy rolled back and forth trying to catch her breath. It was like being water boarded after a professional wrestling match.

  Happy with the results of their assault, the two nude women took the opportunity to have their way with Cassidy as she lay helpless in pain on the shower room floor. The tall woman grabbed Cassidy by the arms and stretched her out so the shorter woman could gain accesses to her legs and spread them apart. “You must wax honey,” she said with a smile looking down at Cassidy's pink pussy lips. “I can't afford that kind of treatment, got these nasty ingrown hairs from shaving.”

  “Are you going to talk or eat?” the taller woman asked holding Cassidy's arms firmly over her head.

  With a smirk and a grin, the shorter woman spread Cassidy's legs as far as she could before they snapped back and crossed over. “Spread them bitch!” the short woman yelled over the sound of the water coming from the shower heads.

  Cassidy clamped her legs tighter and began to pull her arms from the woman sitting above her. Meeting resistance, she began to squirm and yell for help. The harder she pulled her arms
, the tighter the woman held tight and refused to let go.

  “Stop it you cunt!” the woman yelled from above her.

  “Did you think I was going to let you just rape me?” Cassidy yelled.

  Then the clip clop sound of footsteps could be heard on the shower room floor as someone approached the three nude women fighting on the shower room floor. Cassidy looked up to see the deputy standing just out of the water spray holding a three foot long club.

  “Help!” Cassidy yelled to the deputy squinting from the water spray in her eyes.

  The deputy, a heavy set woman with short hair and a slight growth of a mustache stood silent for a moment, then replied, “Don't fight it honey, you'll like it eventually, I promise.”

  Stunned by her reply, Cassidy stopped fighting and lay still on the shower room floor. She let her muscles go limp and let her arms and legs relax.

  “That's more like it,” the deputy said with a grin. “I go on break in twenty minutes, so make this good.”

  Closing her eyes, Cassidy let the short woman spread her legs without resistance. Immediately, Cassidy felt the fingers of the short woman insert into her vagina. Her fingers stroked in and out in a rhythm like she had done this many times before. Then she felt her tongue lick up and down on her clit lapping like a dog drinking from a bowl of water.

  “How is she?” the taller woman asked watching the show.

  “I think I could learn to like this,” she replied. “Maybe I could be a lesbian, at least bi sexual.”

  “What does she taste like?” the deputy asked getting excited.

  “Like pussy, I don't know. What's it supposed to taste like?”

  “It should taste like sweet honey,” the deputy replied.

  “Really? When I eat her it tastes more like grapefruit,” the short woman replied referring to the tall woman who was now looking pissed.

  “Grapefruit?” the tall woman asked in an angry tone.

  “Kind of sour I guess, not sure how to put it.”

  “I wash every day, there is no way I taste sour.”

  “Taste it for yourself.”

  The tall woman, now determined to prove the shorter woman wrong shoved her index finger into her own pussy and tasted it. With a curious look in her eye she replied, “That is not grapefruit, it's more like a tart wine.”

  “I don't like wine, maybe that's why I thought it tasted like grapefruit.”

  “Are you two done discussing what my pussy tastes like?” Cassidy asked in an angry tone.

  “Shut the fuck up,” the short woman snapped back continuing with her rhythmic masturbation.

  “You could have clipped your nails before you did that, it hurts like hell,” Cassidy barked back.

  Now angrier than ever, the short woman jammed her fingers as deep inside Cassidy as she could till Cassidy yelled in pain. “How does that feel bitch?”

  In one swift motion, Cassidy slammed her left knee into the short woman's belly and wrapped her other leg around her head squeezing as tight as she could. In shock and pain, the short woman took her fingers out of Cassidy and grabbed her legs trying to pry them off her head. Cassidy, her hands free, slammed the short woman in the head and pulled her hair beating her with all the fury she could muster.

  It was then Cassidy felt the club strike her left arm and heard the deputy yell, “Let her go!”

  Now more livid than ever, Cassidy pounded and beat the short woman in the head as the club continued to slam down on her arm. The tall woman backed off trying to stay away from the club as it swung up and down beating on Cassidy.

  Then the sounds of more clip clop footsteps on the cement floor as two more deputies entered the shower room. They were alerted by the dispatcher who saw the altercation on closed circuit television.

  “Stop for a second!” one of the deputies yelled.

  The frumpy lesbian deputy stepped back and let her club dangle down by her fat thigh.

  “Ruth, grab her legs, Mary, grab her arms and pull!” the deputy yelled.

  In an awkward wet tug of war, the three female deputies were able to separate Cassidy from the short woman and keep them apart. Cassidy was bleeding from her vagina as well as from an abrasion to her arm from the club.

  Three hours later Cassidy was led into the courtroom dressed in her orange jumpsuit and chains. She approached the defendants table where the court appointed lawyer stood shuffling through papers. The bailiff read the charges aloud. “Miller vs. the state of Kansas, driving with a suspended license, first offense.”

  “How do you plead?” the judge asked from the bench.

  “Not guilty your honor,” the lawyer replied.

  “Wait a second,” Cassidy said aloud. “Nobody asked me anything.”

  “We normally put in a plea of not guilty,” the judge replied calmly and in a professional tone.

  “What's up with this Miller stuff?” Cassidy asked. “My name is Cassidy Rayne.”

  Looking at the paper on the desk, the lady judge looked over her glasses and read the name at the top of the complaint. “Says Linda Miller, age twenty seven. Is that correct?”

  Cassidy hesitated for a moment. “I go by Cassidy Rayne now.”

  “Did you have your name legally changed?” the judge asked.

  “No.”

  “Who is this Cassidy Rayne?”

  “It's my stage name, everyone knows me by that. Nobody calls me Linda, not even my mother.”

  “I see,” the judge said shaking her head. “For this proceeding we will use your legal name of Linda Miller. How do you plead Miss Miller?”

  Taking a deep breath Cassidy clenched her jaw and tried not to blow up. “I'm not pleading anything until you call me Cassidy or Miss Rayne.”

  “The court enters a plea of not guilty in your behalf Miss Miller. Since this seems to be your first offense the court sets bail at fifty thousand dollars.”

  “What the fuck? Fifty thousand dollars?” Cassidy snapped back.

  “You live two states away, we have to make sure you make your court date. You are free to stay in the jail until then if you choose free of charge.”

  “I don't have that kind of money!”

  “You only need to post ten percent, which would be five thousand dollars.”

  “If I had that kind of money I would have hired a limo instead of driving on a suspended license.”

  “Not my problem Miss Miller, you can talk to a bail bondsman. Until then you are remanded back to jail. Bailiff, next case.”

  “You bitch! You can't do this!”

  “Oh yes I can little girl,” the judge said trying to keep her calm.

  “You don't know who you're fucking with, I'm Cassidy Rayne!”

  “What does that mean to me? I have no idea who Cassidy Rayne is.”

  “I am a star,” Cassidy stated as a matter of fact.

  “Uh huh,” the judge replied. “I have a lot of cases waiting, enjoy your cell star.”

  Like a scolded child, Cassidy threw a temper tantrum. “You fat ugly pig!” Cassidy yelled at the judge. “You look like my grandma's hair dresser. And he's a man!”

  “Are you looking for a contempt of court charge? I can do that you know.”

  “You're just jealous because you don't look like me, you never looked like me.”

  “What is this obsession you have with looks Miss Miller? I don't have time for this, but now you have my curiosity. What kind of a star are you?”

  With great pride and a smile that ran from ear to ear Cassidy replied, “A porn star.”

  “You've got to be kidding,” the judge replied.

  “I've been in over three hundred DVD's and all over the Internet. I've worked with the biggest names in the porn industry.”

  “Is that supposed to impress me?” the judge asked.

  “I don't give a shit if it impresses you, I'm a star and I should be treated accordingly.”

  “You may think you're a star, but that's all in your head. I never heard of you and I'm sure no
body here has either. Maybe in your sick perverted circles you are a big deal, but having sex as a living is nothing to be proud of, anyone can do that, most choose to do it in private.”

  “Most suck at it. I fuck like no other. I know how to please a man and the camera loves me.”

  “Maybe you can call some of your friends in the industry and see if they will post your bond. That's the least they can do for a star.”

  “I will, I'll show you fat ugly bitch what I can do.”

  “For that your bond just went to one hundred thousand dollars. You seem unstable enough to fail to report for your court date.”

  “If I'm that unstable, no amount of bond will do,” Cassidy replied.

  “I agree, that's the first sane thing you've said so far today. I revoke bond all together, you are remanded to jail until your court date. Next case.”

  Chapter 2

  Tall dark and creepy

  Cassidy sat alone in her jail cell staring at her reflection in the stainless steel toilet when she heard a man call out her name. To her surprise, a tall man with a long dark jacket and sunglasses stood outside her bars looking in.

  “Who are you?” she asked.

  “Call me John,” he replied looking down the hall away from her.

  “Where are the guards?”

  “Don't know, don't care.” he replied turning back to look at her.

  “Do I know you?”

  “We almost met.”

  “Almost?”

  “I was the guy you were driving down to see before you got picked up for driving on a suspended license.”

  “Holy fuck, how did you find me?”

  “Easy,” he replied with a smirk and a grin.

  “What do you want?” she asked. “I'm stuck in jail if you haven't noticed.”

  “I think we can still work something out.”

  “What? You want me to drop my pantsuit, bend over and let you fuck me though the bars like in some prison porn movie?” she asked.

  “The thought crossed my mind.”

  “I have no idea why there are no guards watching you, but I am sure there is at least one video camera in the hall if not more.”