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Daria’s Adult Career-07
Scenes from the Fall, and a Home Movie
“Morgendorffer Consulting, Jake Morgendorffer speaking!”
DeeDee took a deep breath, and said, “Hi Dad…. It’s your daughter.”
“Daria!”
She sighed. “I hope this doesn’t hurt your feelings, but I haven’t used that name in nearly four years. I changed it legally. I won’t say what to yet, so please use my partner’s nickname for me – DeeDee.”
“DeeDee? Really? I haven’t called you that in almost twenty-one years!”
DeeDee frowned. “When did you call me that?” She didn’t remember that.
“When you were just learning to talk, we kinda played a game. I’d point at you and say ‘Daria’ and then at myself and say ‘Daddy.’ Then you’d point at me and say ‘Dada,’ and at yourself and say ‘DeeDee.’ I’d repeat back what you said, and you’d smile and laugh.”
“Why did we stop…never mind. Mother.”
“That’s when I started calling you ‘Kiddo’ instead.”
After a moment of silence, DeeDee went on. “I got your and Mother’s letters today, and no, while she told me about the topless waitress job, and even sent a photo of the two of you, she didn’t mention your film careers.”
“Well, considering her job, you can imagine why she doesn’t like to think about the waitressing, never mind the loops,” Jake pointed out.
“I suppose so, but I’m glad you did. So, two things about that, which will hopefully allay some worries you might have. First, we’re out of the business, just one video this year, and second, we were lucky and came away without any problems or having caught anything. We’re also not in any position to be blackmailed about it at our jobs, like Mother.”
“I’m glad you broke away without any problems. No problems, right? We were lucky, some of the people we met were mixed up with men who could really…get tough.”
“There might still be people like that in the business, but thank goodness we didn’t work for any. All the people I performed with, and most of the ones Nikki performed with, were sweethearts. A couple of the producers were jerks, but we only would work with them once. We mostly worked with very professional people and lots of nice ones.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“Nikki said she remembers seeing that loop you did with John Holmes – that’s the name he’s most well-known under today. His stuff is still popular, that movie ‘Boogie Nights’ was based a bit on his life, but there wasn’t a character based on you as far as I can remember – but I would imagine lots of people still watch that loop. It’s one of his most famous gay loops.”
“Well, on the whole that’s a bit embarrassing,” Jake admitted. At the time, Jake had often been high while performing, but as he was not really even bisexual, the problems his father had installed in him about his masculinity had built up when he was sober.
“I take it you didn’t tell Mother you were telling us about your film careers, or why, other than you thought we might have been involved in the adult industry?”
“True,” Jake admitted.
“Feel free to tell her what you know,” DeeDee told him, and then sighed. “I don’t know if I should tell you this, but Stacy came across one of my scenes some time ago and recognized me and had already seen Nikki’s. She told Quinn. Mother will NOT be happy Quinn knew well before she did.”
Jake sighed. “No, she won’t, but it would be worse if she found out when she was trying to explain it to Quinn.”
“Or if Quinn still tried to hide it.”
“True.”
“Dad, do you think Mother will try and…and hurt us?”
“What? No! Why…?”
“Because in her own way, she over-reacts more than you ever have – she doesn’t rant as loud, but she can get very cold and calculating.”
Jake couldn’t deny anything about that.
After a moment of silence, DeeDee said, “I’ll call again in a couple of days. I promise.”
“I’ll let you know how things are going with your mother.”
“I want you to know, I was planning on sending you more than a card this Christmas, after our daughter is born and we’re a bit settled.”
Jake smiled yet again at the thought of a grandchild.
“There’s just one more thing I have to say, and I can’t believe I’m going to phrase it like this.”
“What’s that?” Jake replied, now puzzled and concerned.
“I love you…Daddy.”
Jake teared up; she had not called him ‘daddy’ since before her third birthday. “And I love you, too, DeeDee.”
*
“I think you should spend the evening over at Stacy’s.”
Quinn looked up from her textbook. “Why’s that?”
“Your mother and I sent your sister letters, and apparently so did Stacy.”
“Oh.”
“Exactly. I need to tell your mother that both of us knew about Dari…DeeDee’s career as Louisa.”
“DeeDee?”
“I don’t know what she changed her name to legally, but it isn’t Daria, and Nikki, whatever her real name is, calls her DeeDee.”
“I never thought she’d let anyone call her a twee name like DeeDee.” Quinn gathered her materials and went to call Stacy.
*
“Did you eat something.”
Helen shrugged. “A sandwich, but I had a big lunch with a client.” She smiled. “I landed him! It’s untangling a mess, but it shouldn’t go to court.” ‘And there should be a great fee,’ she mentally added.
“Congratulations!” He sighed. “Our daughter called me.”
“And what did Daria want?”
“Helen, accept that she’s changed her name. As far as she’s concerned….”
“Then what do we call her?” Helen demanded.
“She wouldn’t tell me her new legal name, because she’s worried you will want to cause her problems….”
“What!”
“But her partner calls her DeeDee.”
“WHAT! How did she know that disgusting….”
“HELEN!” Jake used to rant, sometimes fairly often, but he almost never snapped at someone like this. “I don’t know where we went wrong with her, and how much of it was our fault.”
“You mean my fault!”
Jake shrugged. “Did I complain or argue when you said we couldn’t go places she wanted to visit? Do things that actually interested her? Museums, fossil beds, planetariums….”
“No one wanted to go to those places but her; I took us places we all wanted to go!”
“No, she DIDN’T want to go, you made her,” Jake snapped back. “I admit, I didn’t care so long as I was with my family. She went because we dragged her along; we DIDN’T go to places SHE wanted to go because Quinn would have complained and YOU didn’t particularly want to go. And remember the talks we had after she left. Daria’s feelings and desires weren’t totally ignored, but hers were considered well behind yours and Quinn’s.”
Helen, about to explode, deflated. She had indeed realized that she had pushed Daria the wrong ways, and had favored Quinn in many ways much like her own mother had favored Rita. She had come to gloss over those facts since, more often than not, but she couldn’t deny them no matter how much she wanted to.
“Now comes the parts you really won’t like.”
Helen’s head snapped up at that.
“Now, I want you to sit there until I’m done, then you can yell and scream at me.”
Helen swallowed nervously; Jake was rarely this serious and when he was, it paid to pay attention. “So, at least four things. One, I wrote to DeeDee and told her all about our movie careers.”
“What!”
Jake held up his hand. “The reason I did, well you remember Tony Burns?”
Helen made a face; she remembered him, one of the ‘actors’ in the loops.
“I helped him reorganize some of his ad portfolio a few years ago, and he left me some of the promo material.”
Helen gasped, her hand coming to her mouth.
“Yes, second, she and her partner shot adult films for about two and a half years. Third, she told me they were out of the business, and were lucky enough not to have caught anything, unlike you.”
“It was just pubic lice,” Helen muttered.
“I know I should have told you, but it was clear that she wants to live her own life, and I didn’t want either of us pressuring her – so, she had to come back like she left, by her decision, otherwise, she might have cut us out even more, and she’s starting to come back to us.” Seeing the look on Helen’s face, he added, “Jane didn’t have to come to tell us. I’d bet she helped convince DeeDee. She’s making a tentative move to rejoin us, if on her terms. Don’t make it all about your feelings.”
“I suppose so,” Helen stated, in a very complaining tone.
Jake took a deep breath. “And fourth, apparently Stacy was doing ‘research’ and came across at least one of both DeeDee’s and Nikki’s videos. She did tell Quinn at some point, but neither could tell us.”
“I guess we should be happy Quinn didn’t tattle to get Daria in trouble.” Seeing Jake’s look, she compromised, “When I learn her legal name, I’ll use that.” She got a sly look that Jake knew and usually disapproved of. “What names did they use?”
“So you can track them down and make them accept things on your terms? Helen, have you been in too many meetings that Jim Vitale’s been running?”
Helen flushed from embarrassment. “Only the partner meetings and such.” She sighed and then looked at Jake. “Are you going to tell Quinn…?”
“About Rita and the Snake? I think you should, so she’ll understand why we can accept her and Stacy, as well as DeeDee and her spouse.”
Helen sighed again, and would have to have a talk with Quinn the next evening. She would be pleased with her discussion with Quinn about Quinn and Stacy (while Quinn was shocked about her parents’ short film career, especially her father’s roles), Helen was disappointed that she couldn’t get any more information about Daria out of her.
*
A few days later, Quinn came over to Stacy’s at her lover’s request. As usual, her parents weren’t around. Her father worked long hours, between his garage and the racetrack where he worked part time. Her mother had taken to sleeping in mornings and doing the books and other business paperwork in the evenings since Stacy had come out.
“I got something from your sister,” Stacy said excitedly.
“What?”
Stacy looked offended. “I wanted to open it with you.”
Stacy opened the box and found an unmarked VHS tape and a 5x7 envelope. When that was opened, they found a note and a photo – the photo was a publicity shot from the previous year, showing a nude Louisa and Nikki. On it, they had written, ‘To our favorite fan Stacy, love Louisa and Nikki.’
The note said:
Dear Stacy and Quinn:
We both thank you for the letter. On the one hand, thousands of people have seen our work, but it’s a bit weird to know people who knew me in my past life have as well, especially family members. Still, the tape has my pegging highlights; view it or erase and destroy it, as you please, just don’t copy it or show it around.
Stacy, I’m glad you gave Quinn a chance; Quinn, I glad you accepted her offer of love. We both hope you both continue to find happiness together. I am waiting to fully understand Mother’s reactions, so until then, we will sign this
Louisa and Nikki
“Do you think your mother would actually try something?” Stacy frowned. “Is there actually anything she COULD do, other than embarrass them?”
“Same answer to both, I guess; I don’t know and I don’t know,” Quinn answered. “If they were still in the porn business, I guess she might try and use the baby against them, but I don’t see what she could do now. Still, Daria always planned for the worst-case scenario and then hoped it wouldn’t happen. I guess ‘Louisa’ is still the same.
Stacy looked shyly at Quinn. Quinn sighed. “Okay, take off our clothes, then get ‘Nikki’ and the lube; we’ll watch the video.”
Stacy hugged and kissed Quinn, and then began stripping. She paused and asked, “Don’t you think we could make them…?”
“NO!” Quinn interrupted. She did NOT want to think about it, but was weakening.
*
“Dare I ask what was in that box?” The pair had a box at the post office, rented to a business called ‘The Darlings, LTD,’ where anything connected to their former profession, DeeDee’s novels, and the redirected mail came to.
“Two videos, one with ‘Jake the Snake’s’ gay loops, and one with Raunchy Rita’s six loops.”
“Pervert.”
“Yep.”
“I love you, but sometimes, despite everything, you’re still just a horny guy.”
“A perverted, horny guy? Aren’t you lucky?”
DeeDee sighed. “Most of the time. Watch them in the apartment. And no, I do NOT want to join you!”
The next night, Fran started pulling DeeDee out of her chair. “No, I said I do NOT want to watch those videos!”
“And I want you to watch maybe three minutes from a total of three videos. No sex, or your father’s magnificent member.”
“Fran!”
“Hey, he was almost as long as Holmes, just as thick, and a lot harder!”
“Frances!”
The two glared at each other, but this time it was DeeDee who gave in. Fran stopped the two gay films before Jake was completely nude, even if she had to see him kiss a man before Fran remembered to stop it. She was impressed at how trim and muscular he had been. The third video started off with her mother and another woman dancing in disco cages, wearing only the briefest of G-strings and moccasins. After some lingering shots, the scene switched to showing them dressed in brief tops, shorts, and go-go boots, meeting their ‘husbands.’ Fran stopped the tape just as her parents started to strip.
“Happy now?”
“Just a few more things to say.”
“I’ve already had to cut you off of anal for the duration of this pregnancy, and I’ll have to cut out vaginal in a few weeks. Unless you want to be cut off from oral, be careful!”
“Okay, first, your father wasn’t bad and except for one thing your mother was at best average for the time; you were a much more brilliant performer and actor.”
“And second?” She wasn’t about to ask about her mother’s skills.
“You apparently inherited your deepthoating abilities from both your parents.”
“If there’s a third thing….”
“No, sweetheart!” She slyly raised her skirt to reveal how excited she was. “But would you care to….”
“Care to? No?” It was clear she was teasing.
Fran pouted. “Please?”
DeeDee smiled. “Alright, my love.”
*
Jake was a bit embarrassed when he received a package containing two VCR tapes and a note from ‘Nikki’ explaining what they were. He destroyed the tape of his loops; he preferred not to remember them and Helen hated them. On the other hand, while she had disliked his watching her lesbian loops, he knew she had liked them, and that they had both loved the three they had done together.
Helen pretended to be upset, but she sent Quinn over to stay with Stacy and the couple relived their wild youth as they watched their younger selves.
*
Jane was working hard, and for once in her life, to a very set routine. 18 credit hours can be a tough grind, but fortunately Jane did not need a regular outside job to live off of. Her parents’ college fund supplied that end of her needs, and she was selling just enough of her art for expenses. Jane was a talented technical artist as well as an imaginative one. Beyond that, she was also the fastest painter her instructors had ever seen, and without being sloppy, as she had sometimes been in highschool.
Unnaturally for her, Jane now woke up at 6:30 every day, and did at least 15 minutes of exercises. She was in classes from 8:00 until nearly 2:00 every weekday. Fortunately, half of her classes were practical ones, where she could do most of the required work in class. DeeDee spent an hour each Sunday coaxing her through the other nine credits via phone: a gen ed class (a lit class), as well as a film class and especially one called ‘accounting for artists.’
From 2:00-3:45, Jane painted on her independent work in a little section of a larger studio dedicated to student artists. From 4:30-5:15, she ran. On Saturdays and Sundays, she worked on her art in the mornings. She had times set aside for school work when necessary.
But from 8:30-10:00 each evening, and late on weekend afternoons, Jane watched the videos of her lovers, her loves. They, especially DeeDee, had a large number of movies, especially as Jane didn’t skip over many of the scenes where neither were on screen. At least once a week, always on Sunday afternoons after she got off the phone with DeeDee, Jane would watch the film she had made with them. Whenever Nikki was on screen, Jane would use the model of her that DeeDee had given Jane, otherwise, she generally used her fingers.
Between her stretches, running, and nine times a week sessions with the videos, Jane was determined to build up her stamina in every area. One of the many things she had learned in the two weeks she had spent with the pair was that sexual athleticism had special requirements.
In addition to the weekly academic coaxing session, Jane exchanged multiple emails with both DeeDee and Fran, although it was not uncommon for both to add to each other’s replies to Jane. Jane was told that the pair would have a pleasant surprise for her when she came to visit over Thanksgiving, and had sent her business-class roundtrip tickets. Jane even received an alpha-test for a video game that DeeDee had scripted, that Fran had done many of the graphics for, and the two had even provided some of the voice acting for. The pair were integrating Jane into their lives as much as they could considering the distance, and Jane was thrilled.
She was nearly as thrilled when she got her first residual check from the video she had made with ‘the Darlings.’ Granted, compared to some of the videos and films available, they didn’t receive much – the high-priced former child stars made at least $480 per viewer for their soft-core videos, for example. Still, the trio’s video received much higher residuals than many of the professional-only or amateur videos. This was in part because the Darlings, individually and together, had a small following, and in part because their video ticked a number of boxes: cute transexual, pregnant, anal virgin, and mild Dominance/submission.
The trio earned $60 per ticket, and 741 people had paid to see their video – DeeDee did however point out that as most regular customers interested had likely now seen it at least once, viewership would taper off. Still, as Jane earned a third, that was $14,820 before taxes. She no longer worried about paying to move her stuff in December.
*
Late October
“Hey, Honey; I’m home!”
A frowning DeeDee came out into the living room, holding her expanded belly and not looking happy.
Fran was instantly concerned, since DeeDee had been to see her ob-gyn that afternoon. “Is everything okay?”
DeeDee plopped down on the sofa, dressed only in an old-style housedress and slippers, kicked off the slippers and placed her legs up on the sofa. Getting the message, Fran sat and started massaging her feet and calves.
“Everything’s fine, except it’s still eight weeks to go.”
“Jane will be visiting in six, and be moved out here well before Christmas.”
DeeDee still pouted. They were about to make some major changes, not counting the baby.
“We got a package from Stacy,” Fran told her, gesturing to the coffee table in front of the sofa, where he had left it. She then went quickly back to the foot/leg rub.
“Looks like a tape box.” DeeDee sighed. “Go ahead. If the kid is anything like you are about presents, she’ll be waking us up Christmas morning at five.”
Fran merely opened the package, set the VCR tape down, and handed DeeDee the enclosed letter.
Dear DeeDee and Fran:
I know I said this before, but thanks again for the tape you sent.
“That’s the fifth time she’s thanked us,” Fran said, shaking her head.
“Well, that’s the fifth letter she’s sent us since then and she’s thanked us at least once per letter, but I think she thanked us six times just in the first one.” She shrugged. “That’s Stacy, at least as I remember her.”
DeeDee continued.
It took a lot of persuading (well, actually begging and pleading) but I finally convinced Quinn to make this tape with me. In part, it’s a thank you from both of us. We have learned a lot from the tape and your and Fran’s other videos, and I won’t answer for Quinn, but I’ve gotten a lot of pleasure from them as well.
“I bet she has!”
“Hush, dear.”
For my part, I admit I wanted to show you how much this has meant to me, and I guess I wanted to do for you in a very small way what you and Fran have done for me, and us. Quinn said she agreed mostly because she loves me and I really wanted to, but also because she says you did us a favor and this makes you two even.
Please don’t be too critical.
Love
Stacy
DeeDee looked up and rolled her eyes. “Oh my…my sister and her lover sent us a sex tape.”
“And while we know how much we generally dislike watching the production values and most acting in the vast majority of amateur porn, we ARE going to watch this. Oh, and it looks like your sister added something on the back.”
Sighing, DeeDee turned it over.
Dear Sis and Sister-in-law
I know Stacy’s probably thanked you a hundred times already, but thank you for making her happy. Even though you did those professionally, I know it still took a lot to be willing to share yourself like this with me deliberately. Therefore, since it also means so much to Stacy, I give myself to you and Fran.
I hope all three of you are doing well. Maybe we could even see you and the baby over Christmas break if we can prevent Mom from knowing ahead of time?
Love
Quinn
“So, I get to finally meet the cute Quinn and sweet Stacy over their Christmas break?”
DeeDee managed to refrain from sighing. “We can at least discuss it.” After a glance around, she commanded, “Move the table, close the blinds, pull the footstool over, and pop the tape in.”
“Yes, Mistress DeeDee,” Fran teased as she moved. As soon as the drapes were closed, DeeDee stripped off the housedress, and then she propped her legs on the footstool when that was finally moved into position. Fran had kicked her shoes off when she came into the house, but had her blouse, and skirt off as she started the VCR. Her panties came off as she sat, and she helped DeeDee cuddle into her.
*
Stacy’s room – there is a double bed in an old sheet on it to protect the high-count lavender sheets underneath. The nightstands on either side of the bed are piled with stuffed animals (usually on the bed during the day), surrounding the lit table lamps on three sides. The lighting suggests that in addition to the bedside lamps, the overhead lamp is on, and that there’s a bit of natural sunlight from the foot and right side of the bed – obviously this was shot in the day with sheer curtains covering the windows. The camera is aiming towards the corner of the right foot of the bed.
Quinn and Stacy are seated on either side of that corner, both are in thin medium blue robes – Quinn’s tightly shut, only showing her bare shins, while Stacy’s is slightly open. Quinn’s hair is done up rather like when she was waitressing at Governor Park. Stacy’s is in her usual pigtails.
“Hi, Louisa and Nikki,” Stacy started in a very shaky voice. “This is my best friend, Mary. My name is Anna.”
“Quinn’s middle name is Marie, Stacy’s is Ann,” DeeDee said.
Stacy takes Quinn’s hand, “We hope you enjoy this as much as we enjoy watching you.” She smiles, and then turns towards Quinn. Quinn hesitates, but then turns and lightly kisses Stacy. As they continue to kiss, Stacy mutters, “I love you.”
That pushes Quinn’s right hand to move up and reach into Stacy’s robe, pushing it open as Quinn caresses Stacy’s left breast. After a few moments, Stacy whispered in Quinn’s ear. Quinn backed off and fully opened Stacy’s robe.
“Nice breasts,” Fran stated.
“I always thought she had the best overall pair of all the ones I saw in the locker room,” DeeDee commented.
Over the next four minutes, Quinn fully opened Stacy’s robe (while keeping her own fairly closed around her) and used her mouth from Stacy’s lips to her upper thighs, and all points in between. Stacy enjoyed herself, but both professionals interpreted their body language – Quinn knew what Stacy wanted, even needed, and was willing to provide it, but was hesitant. Stacy needed Quinn to be more assertive while staying as gentle, even loving, as she was.
Then Quinn sat up and pulled Stacy over her lap. Quinn inflicted nearly another four minutes of light to moderately hard spanking, pausing to stroke Stacy’s rectum, vagina, and especially her clitoris. Stacy wriggled and moaned in genuine pleasure, and Quinn seemed more in control of both herself and the situation.
Quinn helped Stacy stand, kissed her deeply, and then turned her around, kissing and licking reddened Stacy’s rear cheeks. As she was bent over, Stacy reached towards the other side of the bed, where there was a pillow in soft focus. When she stood, she had pulled a strap-on harness with ‘Nikki’ attached, and a bottle of lube from under the pillow. She knelt and presented them to Quinn, to Quinn’s amusement. Obviously, this was a bit of over-the-top action for the camera.
Stacy helped Quinn put it on, and adjust it, then the camera faded out and back in. When it did, the angle had changed to fully face bottom part of the right side of the bed. Quinn was standing next to bed, Stacy kneeling. She mouthed the strap-on for a few moments, then stood and bent over the bed. Quinn moved behind her, opening but not discarding her robe, showing her left side, and then Quinn entered her lover. Stacy braced herself and Quinn, starting slow, picked up the pace. Soon, she was tweaking Stacy’s nipple with her left hand while bracing herself on Stacy’s hip out of camera with her right. Stacy had the sense to adjust her left leg a bit, so it was obvious if not fully clear that her right hand was working her vulva. It took a few minutes, but Stacy finally had a major orgasm. She fell onto the foot of the bed, pulling herself off the strap-on.
There was another hard break, and when the video returned, the strap-on was gone and Stacy was removing Quinn’s robe. DeeDee could just detect how nervous Quinn was as she was stripped, but both she and Fran could see the tension in Quinn’s jaw. The slightly taller Stacy kissed Quinn and then worked her way down, kneeling as she did so. Quinn then laid down on the bed, Stacy following her, positioning herself on the far side. Her right hand started playing with Quinn’s shaved quim, as her mouth trailed between Quinn’s left nipple and her clitoris – which slowly grew until it was well over a half inch high and clear of the hood. As Quinn started to breathe more deeply, Stacy’s mouth clamped over Quinn’s clit, and she started to treat it like she was giving a tiny penis a blowjob, two fingers now deep inside Quinn.
After over two minutes, Quinn arched her back and moaned, Stacy slowing her action down as Quinn came down. And the video faded out.
“Not bad,” was Fran’s professional assessment. DeeDee was still too embarrassed by this point to say anything.
Scenes from the Fall, and a Home Movie
“Morgendorffer Consulting, Jake Morgendorffer speaking!”
DeeDee took a deep breath, and said, “Hi Dad…. It’s your daughter.”
“Daria!”
She sighed. “I hope this doesn’t hurt your feelings, but I haven’t used that name in nearly four years. I changed it legally. I won’t say what to yet, so please use my partner’s nickname for me – DeeDee.”
“DeeDee? Really? I haven’t called you that in almost twenty-one years!”
DeeDee frowned. “When did you call me that?” She didn’t remember that.
“When you were just learning to talk, we kinda played a game. I’d point at you and say ‘Daria’ and then at myself and say ‘Daddy.’ Then you’d point at me and say ‘Dada,’ and at yourself and say ‘DeeDee.’ I’d repeat back what you said, and you’d smile and laugh.”
“Why did we stop…never mind. Mother.”
“That’s when I started calling you ‘Kiddo’ instead.”
After a moment of silence, DeeDee went on. “I got your and Mother’s letters today, and no, while she told me about the topless waitress job, and even sent a photo of the two of you, she didn’t mention your film careers.”
“Well, considering her job, you can imagine why she doesn’t like to think about the waitressing, never mind the loops,” Jake pointed out.
“I suppose so, but I’m glad you did. So, two things about that, which will hopefully allay some worries you might have. First, we’re out of the business, just one video this year, and second, we were lucky and came away without any problems or having caught anything. We’re also not in any position to be blackmailed about it at our jobs, like Mother.”
“I’m glad you broke away without any problems. No problems, right? We were lucky, some of the people we met were mixed up with men who could really…get tough.”
“There might still be people like that in the business, but thank goodness we didn’t work for any. All the people I performed with, and most of the ones Nikki performed with, were sweethearts. A couple of the producers were jerks, but we only would work with them once. We mostly worked with very professional people and lots of nice ones.”
“That’s good to hear.”
“Nikki said she remembers seeing that loop you did with John Holmes – that’s the name he’s most well-known under today. His stuff is still popular, that movie ‘Boogie Nights’ was based a bit on his life, but there wasn’t a character based on you as far as I can remember – but I would imagine lots of people still watch that loop. It’s one of his most famous gay loops.”
“Well, on the whole that’s a bit embarrassing,” Jake admitted. At the time, Jake had often been high while performing, but as he was not really even bisexual, the problems his father had installed in him about his masculinity had built up when he was sober.
“I take it you didn’t tell Mother you were telling us about your film careers, or why, other than you thought we might have been involved in the adult industry?”
“True,” Jake admitted.
“Feel free to tell her what you know,” DeeDee told him, and then sighed. “I don’t know if I should tell you this, but Stacy came across one of my scenes some time ago and recognized me and had already seen Nikki’s. She told Quinn. Mother will NOT be happy Quinn knew well before she did.”
Jake sighed. “No, she won’t, but it would be worse if she found out when she was trying to explain it to Quinn.”
“Or if Quinn still tried to hide it.”
“True.”
“Dad, do you think Mother will try and…and hurt us?”
“What? No! Why…?”
“Because in her own way, she over-reacts more than you ever have – she doesn’t rant as loud, but she can get very cold and calculating.”
Jake couldn’t deny anything about that.
After a moment of silence, DeeDee said, “I’ll call again in a couple of days. I promise.”
“I’ll let you know how things are going with your mother.”
“I want you to know, I was planning on sending you more than a card this Christmas, after our daughter is born and we’re a bit settled.”
Jake smiled yet again at the thought of a grandchild.
“There’s just one more thing I have to say, and I can’t believe I’m going to phrase it like this.”
“What’s that?” Jake replied, now puzzled and concerned.
“I love you…Daddy.”
Jake teared up; she had not called him ‘daddy’ since before her third birthday. “And I love you, too, DeeDee.”
*
“I think you should spend the evening over at Stacy’s.”
Quinn looked up from her textbook. “Why’s that?”
“Your mother and I sent your sister letters, and apparently so did Stacy.”
“Oh.”
“Exactly. I need to tell your mother that both of us knew about Dari…DeeDee’s career as Louisa.”
“DeeDee?”
“I don’t know what she changed her name to legally, but it isn’t Daria, and Nikki, whatever her real name is, calls her DeeDee.”
“I never thought she’d let anyone call her a twee name like DeeDee.” Quinn gathered her materials and went to call Stacy.
*
“Did you eat something.”
Helen shrugged. “A sandwich, but I had a big lunch with a client.” She smiled. “I landed him! It’s untangling a mess, but it shouldn’t go to court.” ‘And there should be a great fee,’ she mentally added.
“Congratulations!” He sighed. “Our daughter called me.”
“And what did Daria want?”
“Helen, accept that she’s changed her name. As far as she’s concerned….”
“Then what do we call her?” Helen demanded.
“She wouldn’t tell me her new legal name, because she’s worried you will want to cause her problems….”
“What!”
“But her partner calls her DeeDee.”
“WHAT! How did she know that disgusting….”
“HELEN!” Jake used to rant, sometimes fairly often, but he almost never snapped at someone like this. “I don’t know where we went wrong with her, and how much of it was our fault.”
“You mean my fault!”
Jake shrugged. “Did I complain or argue when you said we couldn’t go places she wanted to visit? Do things that actually interested her? Museums, fossil beds, planetariums….”
“No one wanted to go to those places but her; I took us places we all wanted to go!”
“No, she DIDN’T want to go, you made her,” Jake snapped back. “I admit, I didn’t care so long as I was with my family. She went because we dragged her along; we DIDN’T go to places SHE wanted to go because Quinn would have complained and YOU didn’t particularly want to go. And remember the talks we had after she left. Daria’s feelings and desires weren’t totally ignored, but hers were considered well behind yours and Quinn’s.”
Helen, about to explode, deflated. She had indeed realized that she had pushed Daria the wrong ways, and had favored Quinn in many ways much like her own mother had favored Rita. She had come to gloss over those facts since, more often than not, but she couldn’t deny them no matter how much she wanted to.
“Now comes the parts you really won’t like.”
Helen’s head snapped up at that.
“Now, I want you to sit there until I’m done, then you can yell and scream at me.”
Helen swallowed nervously; Jake was rarely this serious and when he was, it paid to pay attention. “So, at least four things. One, I wrote to DeeDee and told her all about our movie careers.”
“What!”
Jake held up his hand. “The reason I did, well you remember Tony Burns?”
Helen made a face; she remembered him, one of the ‘actors’ in the loops.
“I helped him reorganize some of his ad portfolio a few years ago, and he left me some of the promo material.”
Helen gasped, her hand coming to her mouth.
“Yes, second, she and her partner shot adult films for about two and a half years. Third, she told me they were out of the business, and were lucky enough not to have caught anything, unlike you.”
“It was just pubic lice,” Helen muttered.
“I know I should have told you, but it was clear that she wants to live her own life, and I didn’t want either of us pressuring her – so, she had to come back like she left, by her decision, otherwise, she might have cut us out even more, and she’s starting to come back to us.” Seeing the look on Helen’s face, he added, “Jane didn’t have to come to tell us. I’d bet she helped convince DeeDee. She’s making a tentative move to rejoin us, if on her terms. Don’t make it all about your feelings.”
“I suppose so,” Helen stated, in a very complaining tone.
Jake took a deep breath. “And fourth, apparently Stacy was doing ‘research’ and came across at least one of both DeeDee’s and Nikki’s videos. She did tell Quinn at some point, but neither could tell us.”
“I guess we should be happy Quinn didn’t tattle to get Daria in trouble.” Seeing Jake’s look, she compromised, “When I learn her legal name, I’ll use that.” She got a sly look that Jake knew and usually disapproved of. “What names did they use?”
“So you can track them down and make them accept things on your terms? Helen, have you been in too many meetings that Jim Vitale’s been running?”
Helen flushed from embarrassment. “Only the partner meetings and such.” She sighed and then looked at Jake. “Are you going to tell Quinn…?”
“About Rita and the Snake? I think you should, so she’ll understand why we can accept her and Stacy, as well as DeeDee and her spouse.”
Helen sighed again, and would have to have a talk with Quinn the next evening. She would be pleased with her discussion with Quinn about Quinn and Stacy (while Quinn was shocked about her parents’ short film career, especially her father’s roles), Helen was disappointed that she couldn’t get any more information about Daria out of her.
*
A few days later, Quinn came over to Stacy’s at her lover’s request. As usual, her parents weren’t around. Her father worked long hours, between his garage and the racetrack where he worked part time. Her mother had taken to sleeping in mornings and doing the books and other business paperwork in the evenings since Stacy had come out.
“I got something from your sister,” Stacy said excitedly.
“What?”
Stacy looked offended. “I wanted to open it with you.”
Stacy opened the box and found an unmarked VHS tape and a 5x7 envelope. When that was opened, they found a note and a photo – the photo was a publicity shot from the previous year, showing a nude Louisa and Nikki. On it, they had written, ‘To our favorite fan Stacy, love Louisa and Nikki.’
The note said:
Dear Stacy and Quinn:
We both thank you for the letter. On the one hand, thousands of people have seen our work, but it’s a bit weird to know people who knew me in my past life have as well, especially family members. Still, the tape has my pegging highlights; view it or erase and destroy it, as you please, just don’t copy it or show it around.
Stacy, I’m glad you gave Quinn a chance; Quinn, I glad you accepted her offer of love. We both hope you both continue to find happiness together. I am waiting to fully understand Mother’s reactions, so until then, we will sign this
Louisa and Nikki
“Do you think your mother would actually try something?” Stacy frowned. “Is there actually anything she COULD do, other than embarrass them?”
“Same answer to both, I guess; I don’t know and I don’t know,” Quinn answered. “If they were still in the porn business, I guess she might try and use the baby against them, but I don’t see what she could do now. Still, Daria always planned for the worst-case scenario and then hoped it wouldn’t happen. I guess ‘Louisa’ is still the same.
Stacy looked shyly at Quinn. Quinn sighed. “Okay, take off our clothes, then get ‘Nikki’ and the lube; we’ll watch the video.”
Stacy hugged and kissed Quinn, and then began stripping. She paused and asked, “Don’t you think we could make them…?”
“NO!” Quinn interrupted. She did NOT want to think about it, but was weakening.
*
“Dare I ask what was in that box?” The pair had a box at the post office, rented to a business called ‘The Darlings, LTD,’ where anything connected to their former profession, DeeDee’s novels, and the redirected mail came to.
“Two videos, one with ‘Jake the Snake’s’ gay loops, and one with Raunchy Rita’s six loops.”
“Pervert.”
“Yep.”
“I love you, but sometimes, despite everything, you’re still just a horny guy.”
“A perverted, horny guy? Aren’t you lucky?”
DeeDee sighed. “Most of the time. Watch them in the apartment. And no, I do NOT want to join you!”
The next night, Fran started pulling DeeDee out of her chair. “No, I said I do NOT want to watch those videos!”
“And I want you to watch maybe three minutes from a total of three videos. No sex, or your father’s magnificent member.”
“Fran!”
“Hey, he was almost as long as Holmes, just as thick, and a lot harder!”
“Frances!”
The two glared at each other, but this time it was DeeDee who gave in. Fran stopped the two gay films before Jake was completely nude, even if she had to see him kiss a man before Fran remembered to stop it. She was impressed at how trim and muscular he had been. The third video started off with her mother and another woman dancing in disco cages, wearing only the briefest of G-strings and moccasins. After some lingering shots, the scene switched to showing them dressed in brief tops, shorts, and go-go boots, meeting their ‘husbands.’ Fran stopped the tape just as her parents started to strip.
“Happy now?”
“Just a few more things to say.”
“I’ve already had to cut you off of anal for the duration of this pregnancy, and I’ll have to cut out vaginal in a few weeks. Unless you want to be cut off from oral, be careful!”
“Okay, first, your father wasn’t bad and except for one thing your mother was at best average for the time; you were a much more brilliant performer and actor.”
“And second?” She wasn’t about to ask about her mother’s skills.
“You apparently inherited your deepthoating abilities from both your parents.”
“If there’s a third thing….”
“No, sweetheart!” She slyly raised her skirt to reveal how excited she was. “But would you care to….”
“Care to? No?” It was clear she was teasing.
Fran pouted. “Please?”
DeeDee smiled. “Alright, my love.”
*
Jake was a bit embarrassed when he received a package containing two VCR tapes and a note from ‘Nikki’ explaining what they were. He destroyed the tape of his loops; he preferred not to remember them and Helen hated them. On the other hand, while she had disliked his watching her lesbian loops, he knew she had liked them, and that they had both loved the three they had done together.
Helen pretended to be upset, but she sent Quinn over to stay with Stacy and the couple relived their wild youth as they watched their younger selves.
*
Jane was working hard, and for once in her life, to a very set routine. 18 credit hours can be a tough grind, but fortunately Jane did not need a regular outside job to live off of. Her parents’ college fund supplied that end of her needs, and she was selling just enough of her art for expenses. Jane was a talented technical artist as well as an imaginative one. Beyond that, she was also the fastest painter her instructors had ever seen, and without being sloppy, as she had sometimes been in highschool.
Unnaturally for her, Jane now woke up at 6:30 every day, and did at least 15 minutes of exercises. She was in classes from 8:00 until nearly 2:00 every weekday. Fortunately, half of her classes were practical ones, where she could do most of the required work in class. DeeDee spent an hour each Sunday coaxing her through the other nine credits via phone: a gen ed class (a lit class), as well as a film class and especially one called ‘accounting for artists.’
From 2:00-3:45, Jane painted on her independent work in a little section of a larger studio dedicated to student artists. From 4:30-5:15, she ran. On Saturdays and Sundays, she worked on her art in the mornings. She had times set aside for school work when necessary.
But from 8:30-10:00 each evening, and late on weekend afternoons, Jane watched the videos of her lovers, her loves. They, especially DeeDee, had a large number of movies, especially as Jane didn’t skip over many of the scenes where neither were on screen. At least once a week, always on Sunday afternoons after she got off the phone with DeeDee, Jane would watch the film she had made with them. Whenever Nikki was on screen, Jane would use the model of her that DeeDee had given Jane, otherwise, she generally used her fingers.
Between her stretches, running, and nine times a week sessions with the videos, Jane was determined to build up her stamina in every area. One of the many things she had learned in the two weeks she had spent with the pair was that sexual athleticism had special requirements.
In addition to the weekly academic coaxing session, Jane exchanged multiple emails with both DeeDee and Fran, although it was not uncommon for both to add to each other’s replies to Jane. Jane was told that the pair would have a pleasant surprise for her when she came to visit over Thanksgiving, and had sent her business-class roundtrip tickets. Jane even received an alpha-test for a video game that DeeDee had scripted, that Fran had done many of the graphics for, and the two had even provided some of the voice acting for. The pair were integrating Jane into their lives as much as they could considering the distance, and Jane was thrilled.
She was nearly as thrilled when she got her first residual check from the video she had made with ‘the Darlings.’ Granted, compared to some of the videos and films available, they didn’t receive much – the high-priced former child stars made at least $480 per viewer for their soft-core videos, for example. Still, the trio’s video received much higher residuals than many of the professional-only or amateur videos. This was in part because the Darlings, individually and together, had a small following, and in part because their video ticked a number of boxes: cute transexual, pregnant, anal virgin, and mild Dominance/submission.
The trio earned $60 per ticket, and 741 people had paid to see their video – DeeDee did however point out that as most regular customers interested had likely now seen it at least once, viewership would taper off. Still, as Jane earned a third, that was $14,820 before taxes. She no longer worried about paying to move her stuff in December.
*
Late October
“Hey, Honey; I’m home!”
A frowning DeeDee came out into the living room, holding her expanded belly and not looking happy.
Fran was instantly concerned, since DeeDee had been to see her ob-gyn that afternoon. “Is everything okay?”
DeeDee plopped down on the sofa, dressed only in an old-style housedress and slippers, kicked off the slippers and placed her legs up on the sofa. Getting the message, Fran sat and started massaging her feet and calves.
“Everything’s fine, except it’s still eight weeks to go.”
“Jane will be visiting in six, and be moved out here well before Christmas.”
DeeDee still pouted. They were about to make some major changes, not counting the baby.
“We got a package from Stacy,” Fran told her, gesturing to the coffee table in front of the sofa, where he had left it. She then went quickly back to the foot/leg rub.
“Looks like a tape box.” DeeDee sighed. “Go ahead. If the kid is anything like you are about presents, she’ll be waking us up Christmas morning at five.”
Fran merely opened the package, set the VCR tape down, and handed DeeDee the enclosed letter.
Dear DeeDee and Fran:
I know I said this before, but thanks again for the tape you sent.
“That’s the fifth time she’s thanked us,” Fran said, shaking her head.
“Well, that’s the fifth letter she’s sent us since then and she’s thanked us at least once per letter, but I think she thanked us six times just in the first one.” She shrugged. “That’s Stacy, at least as I remember her.”
DeeDee continued.
It took a lot of persuading (well, actually begging and pleading) but I finally convinced Quinn to make this tape with me. In part, it’s a thank you from both of us. We have learned a lot from the tape and your and Fran’s other videos, and I won’t answer for Quinn, but I’ve gotten a lot of pleasure from them as well.
“I bet she has!”
“Hush, dear.”
For my part, I admit I wanted to show you how much this has meant to me, and I guess I wanted to do for you in a very small way what you and Fran have done for me, and us. Quinn said she agreed mostly because she loves me and I really wanted to, but also because she says you did us a favor and this makes you two even.
Please don’t be too critical.
Love
Stacy
DeeDee looked up and rolled her eyes. “Oh my…my sister and her lover sent us a sex tape.”
“And while we know how much we generally dislike watching the production values and most acting in the vast majority of amateur porn, we ARE going to watch this. Oh, and it looks like your sister added something on the back.”
Sighing, DeeDee turned it over.
Dear Sis and Sister-in-law
I know Stacy’s probably thanked you a hundred times already, but thank you for making her happy. Even though you did those professionally, I know it still took a lot to be willing to share yourself like this with me deliberately. Therefore, since it also means so much to Stacy, I give myself to you and Fran.
I hope all three of you are doing well. Maybe we could even see you and the baby over Christmas break if we can prevent Mom from knowing ahead of time?
Love
Quinn
“So, I get to finally meet the cute Quinn and sweet Stacy over their Christmas break?”
DeeDee managed to refrain from sighing. “We can at least discuss it.” After a glance around, she commanded, “Move the table, close the blinds, pull the footstool over, and pop the tape in.”
“Yes, Mistress DeeDee,” Fran teased as she moved. As soon as the drapes were closed, DeeDee stripped off the housedress, and then she propped her legs on the footstool when that was finally moved into position. Fran had kicked her shoes off when she came into the house, but had her blouse, and skirt off as she started the VCR. Her panties came off as she sat, and she helped DeeDee cuddle into her.
*
Stacy’s room – there is a double bed in an old sheet on it to protect the high-count lavender sheets underneath. The nightstands on either side of the bed are piled with stuffed animals (usually on the bed during the day), surrounding the lit table lamps on three sides. The lighting suggests that in addition to the bedside lamps, the overhead lamp is on, and that there’s a bit of natural sunlight from the foot and right side of the bed – obviously this was shot in the day with sheer curtains covering the windows. The camera is aiming towards the corner of the right foot of the bed.
Quinn and Stacy are seated on either side of that corner, both are in thin medium blue robes – Quinn’s tightly shut, only showing her bare shins, while Stacy’s is slightly open. Quinn’s hair is done up rather like when she was waitressing at Governor Park. Stacy’s is in her usual pigtails.
“Hi, Louisa and Nikki,” Stacy started in a very shaky voice. “This is my best friend, Mary. My name is Anna.”
“Quinn’s middle name is Marie, Stacy’s is Ann,” DeeDee said.
Stacy takes Quinn’s hand, “We hope you enjoy this as much as we enjoy watching you.” She smiles, and then turns towards Quinn. Quinn hesitates, but then turns and lightly kisses Stacy. As they continue to kiss, Stacy mutters, “I love you.”
That pushes Quinn’s right hand to move up and reach into Stacy’s robe, pushing it open as Quinn caresses Stacy’s left breast. After a few moments, Stacy whispered in Quinn’s ear. Quinn backed off and fully opened Stacy’s robe.
“Nice breasts,” Fran stated.
“I always thought she had the best overall pair of all the ones I saw in the locker room,” DeeDee commented.
Over the next four minutes, Quinn fully opened Stacy’s robe (while keeping her own fairly closed around her) and used her mouth from Stacy’s lips to her upper thighs, and all points in between. Stacy enjoyed herself, but both professionals interpreted their body language – Quinn knew what Stacy wanted, even needed, and was willing to provide it, but was hesitant. Stacy needed Quinn to be more assertive while staying as gentle, even loving, as she was.
Then Quinn sat up and pulled Stacy over her lap. Quinn inflicted nearly another four minutes of light to moderately hard spanking, pausing to stroke Stacy’s rectum, vagina, and especially her clitoris. Stacy wriggled and moaned in genuine pleasure, and Quinn seemed more in control of both herself and the situation.
Quinn helped Stacy stand, kissed her deeply, and then turned her around, kissing and licking reddened Stacy’s rear cheeks. As she was bent over, Stacy reached towards the other side of the bed, where there was a pillow in soft focus. When she stood, she had pulled a strap-on harness with ‘Nikki’ attached, and a bottle of lube from under the pillow. She knelt and presented them to Quinn, to Quinn’s amusement. Obviously, this was a bit of over-the-top action for the camera.
Stacy helped Quinn put it on, and adjust it, then the camera faded out and back in. When it did, the angle had changed to fully face bottom part of the right side of the bed. Quinn was standing next to bed, Stacy kneeling. She mouthed the strap-on for a few moments, then stood and bent over the bed. Quinn moved behind her, opening but not discarding her robe, showing her left side, and then Quinn entered her lover. Stacy braced herself and Quinn, starting slow, picked up the pace. Soon, she was tweaking Stacy’s nipple with her left hand while bracing herself on Stacy’s hip out of camera with her right. Stacy had the sense to adjust her left leg a bit, so it was obvious if not fully clear that her right hand was working her vulva. It took a few minutes, but Stacy finally had a major orgasm. She fell onto the foot of the bed, pulling herself off the strap-on.
There was another hard break, and when the video returned, the strap-on was gone and Stacy was removing Quinn’s robe. DeeDee could just detect how nervous Quinn was as she was stripped, but both she and Fran could see the tension in Quinn’s jaw. The slightly taller Stacy kissed Quinn and then worked her way down, kneeling as she did so. Quinn then laid down on the bed, Stacy following her, positioning herself on the far side. Her right hand started playing with Quinn’s shaved quim, as her mouth trailed between Quinn’s left nipple and her clitoris – which slowly grew until it was well over a half inch high and clear of the hood. As Quinn started to breathe more deeply, Stacy’s mouth clamped over Quinn’s clit, and she started to treat it like she was giving a tiny penis a blowjob, two fingers now deep inside Quinn.
After over two minutes, Quinn arched her back and moaned, Stacy slowing her action down as Quinn came down. And the video faded out.
“Not bad,” was Fran’s professional assessment. DeeDee was still too embarrassed by this point to say anything.
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