Jessica

* * * * * * *

Jessica awoke with a rush of excitement.  Today was her 18th birthday, and her
father had promised her...she tingled just thinking about it.  She swung out of
her bed, lightly placing a hand on the reinforced titanium headboard and
daintily slipping her small feet into the oversized fluffy bunnies hibernating
just below it.  She threw on a robe which barely came down to her firm behind
and did little to conceal her large breasts.

Padding to the bathroom, she tried to imagine once more what today would be
like.  She had pictured it so many times, formed so many expectations, lived
this day in her head over and over again.  Ever since she had been old enough to
understand what her father did for a living, the anticipation had grown almost
daily, the desire to be part of such an exciting and wonderful profession.

Humming, Jessica shed her fuzzy morningwear and stepped into the shower.  She
allowed herself to luxuriate in the warm water, taking a little longer than
usual to soap her sleek, athletic form, watching the suds slide along the curves
of her breasts, over her hardening nipples, down her rippling stomach...

She closed her eyes, her fingers automatically brushing against her clitoris. 
But there would be time for that later.  She fought back her arousal and rinsed
off her flawless body.

She knew not everyone approved of her father's work, or of her desire to follow
him in it.  Her own mother had abandoned them, overwhelmed by the neverending
disapproval from people close to her.  But their narrow-mindedness only
increased her desire to perform, to show how beautiful sexuality could be.

"Good morning Pumpkin," her father said jovially as she finally joined him at
the table, now clad in a tight-fitting white tank top and cutoff jean shorts.

"Dad, I'm 18 now," she said, rolling her eyes.  "You can stop calling me
Pumpkin."  She helped herself to a stack of pancakes.

Her father appeared stern.  "Jessica, I'm your father, and until that changes I
will call you what I please."  But the twinkle in his eye gave him away. 
Jessica laughed.

"Thanks for breakfast, Dad."

"Only the best for my birthday girl," he replied, laughing with her.

* * * * * * *

As they drove to the studio, Jessica willed the butterflies in her stomach to
settle.  She had been to her father's sets before, but never as a cast member.

"I know I don't need to ask you if you're sure about this," her father
commented, trying to sound casual.  "You've obviously given it a lot of
thought."

She managed to stop herself from rolling her eyes at him again.  "That's right,"
she said, trying to sound as mature as she could.  "I think your films are
beautiful and I'll be proud to be part of them."

"Thank you, Pumpkin."

She smiled in spite of herself.

It was sad, really, she thought to herself.  How some people were so
brainwashed, so uptight that they could disapprove of their own natural desires,
even their own bodies.  All her father did was glorify the human spirit of
passion and pleasure.  She saw him as a revolutionary in the war against
ignorance.  Her father made pornography, she had no problem admitting that.  But
when others said 'pornography,' she could see they were thinking of mindless
copulation, of the degradation of women, of emptiness.  She wished they could
open their eyes and see what it really was, at least what it could be.  The
gratification of natural desires, the exaltation of woman and man, the
fulfillment of passion.  Her young body tingled at these ideals, at the prospect
of finally giving herself as a performer and person, to participate in the
sexual fulfillment of thousands, maybe even millions of her fellow humankind!

Some thought it strange that she would take her clothes off for her father's
camera, but she found this concern equally silly.  That she wouldn't be
comfortable working with someone who knew her, who had shown her nothing but
love, acceptance, and support in whatever she chose to do?  Besides, he was the
best at what he did.  There was no one she would trust more to treat her with
respect and allow her to pursue her artistic ideals.

They reached the lot and parked in her father's marked space.  "You'll have a
space of your own soon, Pumpkin," her dad remarked.  She tingled at the thought. 
As she opened the door, she noticed the imprint of her hand on the armrest.  In
her excitement, she hadn't even realized she'd been gripping it.

* * * * * * *

Wardrobe and Makeup seemed to take forever, but finally Jessica was on the set
of her very first adult film.  She had already met most of the cast, but one of
the male leads was new to her.  Her father introduced her.

"Jessica, this is Brad.  Brad, Jessica."  She had been half-expecting her father
to introduce her as 'my daughter Jessica', but she should have known her father
was more professional than that.  On the set, she was an actress like any other.

"Pleasure working with you Jessica."  Brad smiled a movie star smile.  He was
attractive enough, but a little smug, Jessica thought.

The soundstage was set up to look like a teenage girl's bedroom.  The three
walls were a cheery yellow, decorated with a few posters of pop artists and
athletes.  Discarded clothes and stuffed animals populated the floor, chairs,
and oversized bed.  It was not unlike her own room, Jessica thought, except the
bed was wood and not a powerful metal alloy, and there were no large weights
scattered among the lingerie on the floor.

Her dad was calling for the crew's attention.  Glen, she told herself, not
'Dad'.  She intended to be as much a professional as he.  Glen was reminding the
crew of the overall vision for the film.  Right from day one, he always wanted
everyone to keep the whole picture in their head.  "You've all read the script,"
his clear voice echoed, "but as always, there's room for improvisation.  Don't
be afraid to bring your own ideas to the picture.  I'll pull you back if you're
straying away from the central vision, but don't be afraid to create."  Jessica
smiled to herself, having heard most of this before.  She and her dad had
discussed the importance of spontaneity in any art form, but without delving
into the specifics of what that meant in pornography.  She had some ideas of her
own, and was looking forward to contributing.

Her da--- Glen was continuing.  "The plot, as you know, centers around a young
girl discovering her sexuality.  We're going to start with one of the critical
scenes today, in which her boyfriend pressures her to take the next step in
their relationship.  This is on page 11 in your scripts.  I'll have individual
notes for you as we go, but everybody keep in mind that the direction we take in
this scene will have ramifications throughout the film."

Glen approached Brad first with some advice.  Jessica heard him saying something
about 'special abilities...'  Nervously, she studied her costume.  She was
wearing a rather conservative set of flannel pajamas.  She frowned at the thick
white material which hung loosely over her figure.  Not exactly flattering.  Her
character began the film as a very reserved, uptight virgin.  As the story
advanced, her apparel would get more exciting...as would her personality.  She
tried to make the best of it, testing different poses.  Despite the bagginess of
the material, she found that by arching her back or swaying her hips she could
still offer hints of the luscious body it concealed.  That would be a nice
touch, she thought...an enticing foreshadow of the beauty to come.

Now her father approached.  "Jessica, I've discussed the scene with Brad.  You
know what to do, just try to feel comfortable and play it in whatever way feels
natural."  She nodded, and excitedly told her father about her ideas for the
scene.  "That's great," he nodded approvingly.  "Remember, don't be too alluring
yet, but you can definitely use this scene for some foreshadowing."

Jessica nodded and stepped into the bedroom set.  On a whim, she undid three of
the buttons on her pajama top so she could be doing them up as the scene began.

"And, action."

Jessica looked casually to her right as she slowly did up the buttons, being
sure to offer the camera a glimpse of her impressive cleavage.  As she pulled
back the covers from the bed, there was a knock at the window of the room.  She
trotted over to it and slid the windowpane up with one hand.  The wooden frame
made a loud cracking noise as she did this, but she didn't break character. 
Sound editing could take care of any unwanted clatter.  Brad clambered through
the window as she gave a shocked look.  "John!" she cried.

"Hey baby," Brad grinned as he stood up.

"What are you doing here?"  Jessica twisted away from him, suggesting inner
torment while also accentuating the curve of her ass.

"Just paying a friendly visit to my girlfriend, what's wrong with that?"  He
stole a kiss.

She displayed obvious pleasure at the kiss, but continued to act nervous.  "If
my parents hear you..."

"From the other side of the house?  Relax baby, it's fine."  He took her in his
arms.

"John," she cooed, her voice trembling.  She placed her hands on his broad
shoulders, arching her back to look up at him.  Her breasts thrust forward into
his chest as she raised herself on one tiptoe.  The camera would eat up this
pose, she knew, the epitome of the helpless, overwhelmed maiden.  But scenes to
come would quickly change that image, she knew.

He gently lowered her onto the bed, and they began kissing.  She allowed herself
to enjoy it, knowing that even an early scene like this stood a chance of
becoming someone's favorite.  She wriggled her hips, causing her shirt to ride
up and expose part of her midriff to the camera.  Brad's kissing grew more
greedy.  That was her cue.

"John," she gasped again, breaking away from his lips.  "I can't do this...I'm
not ready yet."

"Don't fight it baby," he growled.  "You know you want it."  He thrust his
tongue into her mouth.

She waited a second longer, then forced him back, sitting up despite the force
of his entire weight on her.  "No," she said as she virtually lifted him off of
her.  "I love you too much to ruin what we have."

Brad seemed to be in shock.  Jessica waited for his line, but it never came. 
Improvising, she stood up and turned away from him.  "I think you'd better go
now."  Still, Brad didn't move.

"Cut!"

Glen stood up from his director's chair.  "Great job guys, that was nice.  I
think we can move on to our next scene...actors take five while we get ready."

Jessica watched Brad nervously as he walked away without a word.  She hesitantly
approached her dad.  "What happened?" she whispered.  "He dropped his line.  Did
I do something wrong?"

"No honey, you were great.  I think you've got a beautiful feel for the camera,
keep following your instincts."  He bit his lip in thought.  "Brad will get used
to your...talents."  He turned away, but then added, "oh, Jessica?"  She nodded. 
"That window isn't supposed to slide up like that.  It's on a crank, you turn
the handle to open it."  He winked.

Jessica turned red.

* * * * * * *

It would be nice to film in sequence, Jessica thought to herself.  In the film,
the bedroom scene was going to be followed by a montage of her character
exploring her body, getting used to her new feelings on her own.  It was a great
opportunity for creativity, and she had some fantastic ideas for the scene.  But
filming rarely works that way.  The next couple hours were taken up by knocking
off some simple filler scenes, nothing exciting.  Jessica had some time to chat
with some crew she'd known for years.  They seemed excited to finally have her
on the team.  No doubt some of that excitement came at the prospect of finally
capturing her fantastic body on film, but she didn't begrudge them that.  They
should take pleasure in their work, it could only improve the quality of the
final product.

Brad finally approached her in the afternoon, while she was in the break room
shooting pool.  "I'm sorry I messed up on that first scene," he blurted. 
"Wasn't very professional."

"That's ok," she replied, trying to smile sweetly.  "Nobody's perfect, right?"

"So they say," he mumbled.  "Listen, your dad mentioned to me about your uh,
powers or whatever..."

"Powers?" Jessica couldn't keep from giggling.  "It's not like I'm Spiderman or
something..."

"You know what I mean."

"Why don't you just say my strength?" she asked innocently.

"Doesn't matter.  I was just going to say I don't think it's right for this
movie.  Don't try picking me up or anything like that, alright?"

Without waiting for an answer, he walked past her and out of the room.

Jessica hardly knew what to think.  Her strength wasn't some character flaw, it
was who she was, and it definitely played a big role in her sexuality.  She
couldn't just turn it off when she was supposed to be at her most creative. 
Tears rushed to her eyes, but she forced them back.  She thought of talking to
Glen about it, but decided against it for the time being.  If he wasn't her
father, would she be running to him?  It was right for actors to bring their
creative differences to their director, but until it affected filming, she
decided to wait.  Picking up a billiard ball, she examined it closely while
contemplating Brad's advice.  He's wrong, she decided, wrapping the feminine
fingers of her left hand around the heavy orb.  This character can be strong. 
She will enjoy her physical capabilities as fully as she enjoys the other
aspects of her sexuality.  Her fingers squeezed the ball tightly.  I will not
deny my character anything that I don't deny myself!

A shower of powdered stone fell from her hand.

* * * * * * *

They were back in the bedroom set for the last scene of the day.  This time
Jessica was to allow Brad's advances.  As she arrived on set, she playfully
modeled her pink negligee for the crew.  It wasn't quite as exciting as the
outfits Jessica herself liked to wear for her boyfriends, but still an
improvement from that morning.  The simple nightie had spaghetti straps and lace
trim.  It fell to mid-thigh, but was probably intended to cover more than it
did.  Her unusually pert breasts took up a lot of room in the top.  "Take off
your bra," the costume lady had insisted.  Her face fell at Jessica's response:
she wasn't wearing one.

The crew clearly liked it, so Jessica trotted into position.  Her mood was much
improved since her disturbing encounter with Brad, and she was determined not to
be held back by his disapproval.

The camera rolled, and Brad climbed once again through her permanently open
window.  This time she smiled warmly as he entered, nervously fiddling with her
hair.  "Hi John," she giggled.

"Hey baby.  Damn, you're looking fine!"  Jessica smiled at the compliment, which
wasn't in the script.

"Come here," she said, sitting on the bed and patting the spot next to her.  She
turned to face him as he sat down, and hugged her knees to her chest.  While
this obscured her best feature, she knew it exposed the entire length of her fit
leg.  She wanted her audience to get to know all the different parts of her body
as intimately as a lover would.

"John."  She stared deeply into his eyes.  "Last night something happened to
me...something I don't fully understand."  In her mind she was picturing her big
solo scene, which wouldn't be filmed until next week.  "But I want to share it
with you.  I want you to help me understand."

Brad leaned in close to her.  He had good instincts, but didn't share her gift
for enhancing the words he had been given.  "Baby, I want you too."  He had
simply learned his lines by rote.

Not showing her disappointment to the camera for an instant, Jessica slowly
opened her legs and slid them around his body.  He ran his large hands up and
down them, enjoying the smoothness of her skin as well as, no doubt, the firm
tone of her thighs and calves.  She slid her hands around his waist and gently
lifted his shirt.  Later on we can do a scene where I tear it off, she thought
to herself.  His upper body was perfectly sculpted and tanned, like a Ken doll,
she mused.  His arms were large and defined; she gave his biceps a gentle
squeeze.  He followed her cue and flexed them, but she could already tell his
strength would be infantile in comparison to hers.  Now he was pulling upwards
on her flimsy nightgown, but she wanted to tease him, and the audience, a little
more.  She placed one bare foot in the center of his chest and gently pushed him
away with her toes.  He smiled, in character, and leaned back, caressing and
kissing her beautiful foot.  But a moment later, he moved to sit up again.  She
kept her foot where it was, her long leg bent at the knee, her sleek thigh
tensed for the camera, her dainty toes centered in his bulging pectorals.  He
pushed against her foot.  She didn't budge.

Now she saw his nostrils flare a little, his eyes growing hard.  He clearly
wanted to take control of the scene, but she wasn't going to let him just yet. 
It was right for this part of the film for her to yield to him, but she was
enjoying her advantage a little too much.  She extended her leg, forcing him
down, his abdominals straining against her.  Slowly, he sank to the mattress,
overpowered by her gorgeous leg (which she knew was now displayed to full
advantage).  To the camera it would appear as if he laid back of his own accord;
only he would know the truth.

She leaned forward to undo his jeans.  He played along, continuing to stroke her
leg (hiding his amazement at its rock-hard contours).  She slipped his pants and
underwear down, widening her eyes in feigned amazement as his hard penis stood
erect.  She softly wrapped a hand around it, as though examing it for the first
time.  Once again, only Brad knew how much pressure was actually being applied. 
He barely managed to keep from crying out.

Now she allowed him to sit up.  He helped her out of her negligee, exposing her
entire body for what would be the first time in the film.  She remained
motionless, allowing the camera to capture the moment.  Her beautiful face,
frozen in a youthful, innocent stare.  Her perfectly round breasts, standing
pert on her strong chest.  Her hourglass waist, powerful abdominals barely
visible below the taut, tanned flesh.  Luscious, curving hips and ass, flowing
into long, lithe legs of flawless form.  She slowly pulled Brad onto her, and
even more slowly, lowered them backwards to the mattress, supporting his weight
as well as hers with her stomach.  She knew he understood what she was telling
him...his perfect six-pack was no match for her sexy midriff in strength.

From that point on, she allowed him to be in control.  She knew her message had
hit home, and had no desire to compromise the integrity of the film by pushing
the point further.  She exaggerated for the camera, wrapped her legs around him,
cried out, but felt no pleasure herself...except in anticipation of what she
would do in future scenes, when her character took control of the relationship.

* * * * * * *

The next day on the set, Glen announced that Brad had pulled out of the project. 
Apparently, a previous committment had conflicted with their filming schedule. 
Jessica smirked.  It wasn't the first time a man had been intimidated by her
abilities.  The signs had been obvious.

"So we'll have to reshoot some of yesterday's scenes once we've replaced Brad. 
Meanwhile, I've adjusted the shooting schedule accordingly...today we'll work on
Jessica's self-discovery scene."

Jessica's heart leaped.  Why hadn't he told her before now?  He knew she had
been looking forward to this...Her father looked at her and winked.  "Surprise."

Eagerly she raced back to her dressing room and donned the ugly white flannel. 
"You won't last the day," she promised the garment as she pulled it over her
head.

Back on set, she checked with Glen before filming started.  "Let me know if you
have any questions, but go with your instincts.  I know you have a lot of
enthusiasm for this moment in the story.  Let me see it."

She grinned.  "Thanks, Glen."  As always, he knew just what to say.  She
wouldn't need much direction today, just the freedom to follow her creative
juices.  She took her place beside the bed and waited for Glen's cue.

"Alright Jessica...John has just left.  You told him you weren't ready, but his
advances awakened something in you, and you want to explore those feelings. 
Don't be afraid to take your time."  She nodded.  "And, action."

Jessica looked at the window for a beat, then turned away, hugging herself.  A
pained look of confusion settled on her face.  She sat down on the bed and ran
her hands through her hair, taking care to stretch the fabric of her shirt
across her chest.  She looked down at the obvious protrusions formed by her
nipples under the thick cloth.  Her hand gently touched one of them, and she
emitted a gasp.  Carefully, as if it was a fragile object, she carressed her
breast, testing its weight and studying its shape.  Looking anxiously at the
window again, she allowed her hand to wander along the curve of her waist and
down to her hip.  Her eyes closed.  Her fingers slipped under the waistband,
slowly circling forward to her dampening crotch.  The music was playing in her
head now, the music she would choose for this scene.  A gentle melody, but with
a strong, slow rhythm.  As her fingers entered her beneath the concealing
fabric, she moaned softly.  Her free hand slid up her stomach, pulling the shirt
between her breasts.  She thought of lying back on the bed, but didn't want the
camera to miss anything.  She remained upright while her lungs took in as much
air as they could hold.  Her breasts strained against the flannel; she could
feel the buttonholes stretching.  She didn't want to break them just yet.

She pushed her fingers in deeper, and spread her legs wide.  A louder moan
escaped her flushed lips, and it wasn't faked.  She opened her eyes again,
staring wildly into space as she imagined experiencing this pleasure for the
first time.  "Oh my God," she whispered, and withdrew her fingers.  They were
coated with thick fluid.  Tentatively, she touched a fingertip to her tongue,
then sucked it greedily as if she had never tasted anything so heavenly.

After licking her fingers clean, she focused her attention on her legs, knowing
that her character would want to explore her body further.  She placed one of
her feet on the floor, but stretched the other leg out along the length of the
bed.  Leaning forward, she wrapped her hands around her ankle, then ran them up
the length of her calf, causing the thick pant leg to bunch up around her knee. 
She admired her calf, flexing the curvy muscle and feeling its solid contours. 
She tried to pull the material further up her thigh, but it had bunched up and
could go no further.  In a sudden burst of frustration, she grabbed the material
with both hands and tore it apart, exposing the entire length of her leg. 
Expressing her excitement with louder moans now, she massaged her thigh with
both hands, running them around its width, back and forth from her knee to the
sensitive inner spots.  Then she lifted her foot from the bed, grasping her
thigh from underneath and pulling it to her chest.  Slowly her leg extended
until her foot was high above her head and the entire length of her leg was
gloriously displayed, tensed in a perfect vertical column.  Her hand snaked
around the underside of her thigh until her fingers found her quivering labia. 
Again she pleasured herself, holding her pose.  Her head fell back, her long
neck exposed to the camera.  With her free hand she rubbed her nipples through
her shirt.  They were growing even harder now, hard enough even to pierce the
thick fabric at the moment she chose.  As her impassioned moaning reached a
crescendo, she violently flexed her chest.  The top most button on her shirt
popped off and embedded itself in the ceiling as her bounteous cleavage thrust
forward.  Almost simultaneously, she heard the satisfying rip of cloth as one of
her nipples tore through the material.  She pretended to be oblivious to these
phenomena as her fingers moved faster across her clitoris.  The tattered remains
of her pajama bottoms were now soaked from her arousal.  As she approached her
climax, her free hand left her exposed nipple and gripped the headboard of the
bed.  She screamed outright, rattling the bed violently.  A loud cracking filled
the air.  She thrust her hips in the air, supporting her weight on one foot and
one hand.  At the same time, she flexed her other leg so that her heel pressed
against the underside of the bed.  The groans of the overmatched wood mingled
with her orgasmic cries.  As she climaxed, the headboard tore free from the
bedframe, as the bed itself cracked and collapsed from the force of her leg
pressing against it.

There was silence.  Slowly, she sat up amidst the wreckage.  Her hair was
disheveled, and damp with sweat.  One leg and one breast showed clearly through
her shredded garments; she made sure they were visible to the camera.  She
looked at what she had done in shock.  Part of her expression was acting, but
she was also realizing that she had destroyed studio property.  Her hand was
still gripping a chunk of headboard.  She held it up dramatically, staring in
wonder.

"Cut!"  Glen was ecstatic.  "That was fantastic!  Print!"

Jessica extracted herself from the rubble, brushing dust off of her exposed
flesh.  Looking around the room, she saw expressions of awe and excitement from
the crew.  She also noticed several dark stains on jeans.  She reminded herself
that they were all experienced professionals and worked with eroticism on a
daily basis.  She had obviously outdone what they were used to.

* * * * * * *

"Jessica, what you did in there, it was just amazing."  It was an hour later,
and Glen had called a meeting with the cast.  "I want to follow this through the
picture, the link between your sexual awakening and your strength.  It's
incredibly moving.  The way your repressed desires were symbolized by your body
ripping through the clothing...your instincts were brilliant!"

The rest of the cast agreed.  There was nothing but enthusiasm for this new
aspect of the film, and for Jessica's abilities.  One cast member, a voluptuous
redhead known as Kitty, spoke to her demurely after the meeting.  "Jessica, you
probably know i'm playing Rebecca.  I was wondering if we should spend some time
beforehand discussing how this new theme might contribute to our scene?"  Her
big hazel eyes glittered.

"Yeah, that would be cool!" Jessica gushed.  Kitty was one of her favorite
performers.  They agreed to have lunch on Saturday.

* * * * * * *

The rest of the week went quickly as Jessica developed her character further. 
They shot some scenes of her experimenting with her strength, in public as well
as private places.  Her favorite was probably the scene in a locker room at
school, where after being made fun of by the popular girls, she took out her
frustration by pulling the doors of their lockers apart and pleasuring herself
with the various toys and aids she found therein.

On Friday Glen announced that he had found a new actor to play Brad's role. 
Jessica was utterly shocked at who walked through the door.

"This is Sean, he's just recently gotten into acting," Glen smiled.  "I think
he'll be perfect for the role."  The cast applauded politely.  Sean smiled at
Jessica, his friend since childhood and the first person he had experienced sex
with.  Jessica, not bothering to hide her delight, smiled back.  He had also
been her first, and she still cared deeply for him.

* * * * * * *

"Sean!" she exclaimed in his car as he drove her home that evening.  "What the
fuck?"

He laughed.  "Your dad.  He knows how you feel about me, and he said he thought
it might really help the film."

"But you've never wanted to be in porn!"

"Maybe not.  But as far as I understand it, this job only involves...uh,
working, I guess you'd call it...with you.  And you know how much I've always
enjoyed that."

Jessica smiled.  It was going to be fun, and she knew that Sean would be great. 
But they would have to remain professional.  "I hope you're taking it
seriously," she said carefully.  "This isn't just about...you know."

"I know.  Believe me, your dad..."

"Call him Glen," she reminded.

"Glen, he already discussed all that with me.  I understand how much this means
to you.  I'm really going to do my best, and I hope you'll give me any advice
you can."

"I'll do that."  They were getting close to home now.  Her father had stayed
back at the studio to review the week's footage.  "Sean?"

"Yeah?"

"You want to get started right now?"

"Get...get started?"

"Sure.  We should, uh...rehearse.  I could give you some pointers."

He tried to sound professional.  "Yeah, alright.  That'd be great.  Uh, good. 
That'd be good...good idea."

* * * * * * *

It had been a while since Sean had watched Jessica clean her room, and he
enjoyed it to the fullest.  Clothes and other odds and ends got tossed in a pile
in a corner, but the weights she was careful with.  Aside from the fact that
tossing them could cause some serious property damage, they were her most prized
possessions.  She collected three dumbbells, tucking one in her elbow, and set
them carefully in a row under her bed.  They appeared to carry about 200 pounds
each.  A large barbell lay across the doorway.  She bent at the waist and
hoisted it with two hands.  Catching his eye, she casually switched to a one
handed grip, rotated the weight 90 degrees, and stood it up in a corner.  He
examined the plates.  45 times two, four six...twelve.  Was that 540?  She kept
going, stacking up various loose plates and carting them out of sight.  Some of
them appeared to be dented or twisted.

"Have you gotten stronger?" he inquired innocently.

She smiled.  "Stronger than whom?"

"Stronger than the Jessica I last saw."

"Well, that was...how long ago?  A year and a half?  Things change, Sean.  I'm
stronger than I was two weeks ago."  She playfully tossed a 100 pound disc in
the air to accentuate her point.  "Why has it been so long, anyway?"

He shrugged uncomfortably.  "Not sure...we just drifted, I guess."

She held the huge weight between her hands.  "I still care about you."

Sean examined her.  Her green eyes were shining brightly...he could see she was
telling the truth.  "I care about you, Jessica.  I - I love you."

She waved the huge weight at him, annoyed.  "You love me?  What does that mean?"

Sean held his breath, knowing what was coming.

"That you want to own me?  That I shouldn't do what I want with my own body? 
That I shouldn't act?  Is that what love is?"  Her hands gripped the iron disc
as if it was a steering wheel.

He remained silent.

She shook her head.  "So that's why."  They stared at each other for a tender
moment.  "Sean, some things don't change.  You know how I feel about it...I want
to enjoy my body to the fullest.  No limitations."  She was gripping the weight
hard, pressing against its diameter.  "If love means limitations, I'm not ready
for love yet."

"I understand that.  That's who you are."

A tear of frustration spilled from her eye.  "Does this mean you can't..."  Her
arms were shaking, her knuckles white.  He stood up and went to her.

"Don't worry, I still want to do the movie with you.  It means so much to you, I
can't help being curious.  I want to see you doing what you care most
about...and I want to be a part of it."

She placed the weight behind her on the bed and hugged him.  "Thank you."  Her
soft cheek pressed against his neck as her arms circled his broad shoulders. 
She wasn't holding him hard, but he could feel her potential power just the same
as her breasts pressed into his chest.  He noticed the weight on the bed.  It
wasn't...something didn't look right.  He squinted.  Its shape looked odd.

"Is that weight oval-shaped?" he asked.

She glanced over her shoulder.  "Oh.  Uh, yeah.  A little bit.  Keeps it from
rolling."  She shrugged.  "Why don't we talk about the movie a little."

"Right."

Jessica filled him in on what he had missed so far.  She described the scenes
they had shot with Brad, and how she had played her character.  "And you'll have
to watch the scene I filmed on Tuesday, where she has her first sexual
experience.  It's really powerful, it lays the foundation for the whole film."

"I heard about it," Sean said, squirming as his crotch became even more
uncomfortable.  "Sounds really impressive."

"Yeah."  Jessica grinned.  "But we should talk about our scenes."  She went into
more detail about how she had handled Brad.  "When we reshoot those scenes, I'd
like to keep the undertone of dominance, especially given the nature of the
self-discovery scene.  But you should be in control at first.  Just
not...totally," she smirked.

"Alright.  I like the idea of the leg thing you did to him, maybe you could show
me that."

"Okay...just get on the bed here."

They reenacted the scene just as she had described it.  She slipped off his
shirt, then pushed him away with her toes.  She was wearing shorts, so he was
able to enjoy the display of her gorgeous leg as thoroughly as Brad had.  Unlike
Brad, however, he was neither surprised nor offended by her effortless power.

Jessica removed his pants just as she had with Brad.  She noted with
satisfaction that Sean compared favorably with her former costar.  "This would
be the point when John takes control," she explained.  "What Brad did was take
off my nightie, then he got on top of me...well," she grinned, "actually I
pulled him onto me."

"I see," Sean replied.  He studied her hesitantly.

"Well?"

"Uh...so I should...?"

Jessica smirked.  "This is a rehearsal, isn't it?  Rehearse!"

Sean sat up and cautiously reached for her t-shirt.  She leaned forward
slightly.  Slowly, trying to stay 'in character,' he pulled it over her head. 
Her bare breasts bounced freely, as firm and round as ever.  She helped him slip
off her shorts, reminding him that she wouldn't be wearing any in the film.  He
shook his head in awe.  Her body was even more incredible, more perfect than he
remembered.  Her skin was soft, smooth, bronzed, and taut over every square inch
of her lean body.  It would be pointless to search for any part of her that
wasn't hard, toned perfection.  She embraced him invitingly, pressing their
naked bodies together.  His rock-hard erection slipped into her, enveloped in
slippery, inviting warmth.  Even her sex was firmly muscled; his organ was
wrapped in powerful, even pressure.  He slid slowly in and out of her, all his
experience now flooding back to remind him how to stay relaxed so as not to be
overwhelmed by pleasure too quickly.  Making love to Jessica was such powerfully
intense stimulation, there was a challenging art to making it last.

Her arms and legs wrapped around him as she lifted her ass from the bed,
supporting part of his weight with her stomach.  His hands reverently caressed
her heaving breasts and undulating hips.  "Oh...John..." she moaned.  Still in
character.  Her legs slid up around him.  He moved a hand to her ass as his
other hand automatically pressed against the bed to support his weight. 
Awestruck, he realized that he didn't need it.  Her legs were clamped firmly but
comfortably around his ribcage, holding him above her.  He placed the
unnecessary hand on her thigh, feeling its power pulsating rhythmically.  Her
ass felt as hard as granite.  He leaned forward, kissing the rounded skin of her
breasts.  A new gasp escaped her lips, more breathless than before.  She
whispered a name, but he couldn't tell if it was John or Sean.  He increased the
power of his thrusting, and she matched him eagerly.  Her hands were wandering
down his back.  One of them reached the bed, and found the 100 pound weight
still resting there.  "Wait, wait," she gasped.  She lifted him higher with her
legs and pulled the iron disc to her chest, grasping it once again like a
steering wheel.  "Okay," she grinned.  She lowered him again, and his hands met
hers on the wheel.  He drove himself into her, harder than before. 
"Yyyeeesssssss..." she cried, pushing against the weight. 
"Sean...harder...harder..."  Her eyes fluttered and closed.  He slipped his
hands to her biceps, felt them quivering with effort.  Her screams grew louder
as he fucked her for all he was worth.  Her arms were growing beneath his
fingers, the muscles throbbing with hot energy.  "G-G-GODDDDDD!!!" she screamed. 
"Oh Sean!!!!!!"  Her screams began to be drowned out by a new sound...a metallic
squeal.  As he watched in awe, pumping into her harder than he thought he ever
could, the iron disc collapsed between her small hands.  The metal gradually
changed shape from a disc to an oval, then from oval to figure eight, until she
was clutching the center of the deformed disc inside one feminine hand.  She
pressed it between her breasts, still gasping in orgasmic bliss.  Sean finally
exploded inside her hot cunt.

After a few minutes she returned to earth.  She studied the warped metal
thoughtfully as her body relaxed.  "Wow...I've never done that before."

Sean smiled, still hard inside her.  "Not bad, for the first rehearsal," he
commented.  She smiled sensually.

"Yes, I think we can use that.  But we should definitely continue practicing."

* * * * * * *

The next day Jessica met Kitty at a deli to discuss the film over lunch.

"Jess!" Kitty called from the counter as Jessica entered the shop.  She made her
way over and they hugged.  Kitty was barely clothed in a black miniskirt and
matching haltertop cut to show off her cavernous cleavage.  Her curves drew
stares from across the street.  Jessica smiled; Kitty always dressed like a porn
star, no matter the occasion.  Jessica had never minded people staring at her,
but she also didn't mind someone else hogging the attention for a while.

They carried their trays to a booth in the back where they hoped to be left
alone.  "I get recognized a lot," Kitty explained as she bit into her sandwich. 
"Most guys are real nice about it...and I guess I don't do much to discourage
them," she laughed.  "Won't be long before you'll be the one everybody
recognizes, you know."  She licked her lips.

Jessica blushed.  "Maybe," she replied.  "I wouldn't mind."

"No," Kitty laughed.  "And you could certainly handle yourself if a fan was
being a pest, I imagine."

They chewed in silence for a minute.

"So how'd you get so strong, anyway?  Forgive me for being blunt..."

"No, it's fine," Jessica smiled.  "Um, I guess I just always liked working out. 
Especially lifting things...weights or whatever.  Anything heavy, I would always
try to lift it."  She laughed nervously at herself.

"Uh huh?"

"Yeah, so...Glen, my dad, he got me all the weights and equipment I wanted.  And
we'd go to the gym and have contests, seeing who could lift more.  Eventually it
was my left hand against his right hand, then my left hand against both his
hands..."  They both laughed.  "Everybody stared, but neither of us really
cared, so..."

"Yeah."

"But eventually I started to prefer working out at home.  I started trying weird
stuff just to see if I could do it."

"Weird stuff?"

"Like picking up cars."  Kitty's eyes widened.  "Or bending stuff, crushing
stuff.  When I was about 15, I really liked destroying things.  Dad would drive
me to the dump and I'd throw fridges and stoves around, break them in half,
whatever.  I guess I was a destructive teenager.  But I grew out of that.  Now I
have more control."  Jessica sipped her water demurely.

"You broke fridges in half?"  Jessica nodded.  "How?  What did you...how did you
hold them?"

She shrugged.  "Usually I'd dig my fingers into the metal, or just punch through
it.  Then I'd pick it up and pull my hands apart.  Or press it against my body
until it gave way.  That felt great."  She felt herself getting moist from the
memory.

Kitty was shaking her head.  "Shit.  I work out too, but I'm not quite in your
league."  Jessica laughed.  Kitty stared at her for a moment longer, then
continued.  "So how does this play into our scene?"

"I don't know."  Jessica stared at the table for a minute.  "The thing is, I've
never been with a woman.  I can imagine what it might be like, but...how do you
play it for the camera?  What kind of things are the audience looking for?"

"Interesting question..." Kitty pursed her full lips in thought.  "I don't know
if I've thought of it that way.  I usually just go with my instincts and do what
comes naturally.  Only better, of course," she winked.  "I guess guys want to
see women rubbing and writhing...sort of intertwining, you know.  Twice as many
tits and asses, right?  But women watch these films too.  And I would imagine
they want to see sensitivity, tenderness...two women pleasuring each other just
as they'd pleasure their own bodies."

"Kinda like the Golden Rule," Jessica joked.

"Yeah, right.  I don't know...my best advice would probably be to follow your
instincts.  Don't think about it too much...this isn't a math problem.  There's
no wrong answer."

Jessica nodded.  "I should probably watch some lesbian movies, see if that would
give me ideas."

Kitty nodded.  "And your character isn't very experienced either."  She smiled
mischievously.  Talking about sex with another woman was getting her hot.  She
shifted position, crossing her legs.  She wondered if Jessica was getting
steamed up by the conversation as well.

They finished their meal, chatting easily.  Jessica had always admired Kitty's
work, and they reminisced about some of her earlier roles.  Kitty also had some
dirt to spill on the hunks she had shared the screen with.  Jessica ate up her
stories, giggling and squirming.  Her thong was more than damp by now.  After
finishing her lunch, she excused herself to the restroom.

Washing her hands, Jessica glanced in the mirror.  Her cheeks were a little
flushed.  Talking with Kitty had got her heart racing...she recalled her
'rehearsal' with Sean and wondered if Kitty would...

As though she had heard her thoughts, Kitty entered the bathroom and made eye
contact with Jessica in the mirror.  She continued past her to one of the
stalls.  As the door shut behind her, her skimpy black top dropped to the tile
floor.

Jessica's heart pounded.  Here?  Now?  She studied the bathroom door.  It's
handle was a metal loop.  Hurriedly, she wrenched one end of the handle away
from the door and bent it across the door frame.  That would make it difficult
to pull the door open from the outside, but it swung both ways.  She glanced
around, frustration and desire welling up within her.  "Be with you in a
minute," she whispered.

Four feet directly in front of the door as one entered the restroom was the
outside wall.  Jessica sucked in a breath and punched the wall as hard as she
could.  Her fist plowed through a foot of concrete.  "Ow," she said.

She examined her hole, which was about four feet above the floor.  She aimed two
powerful kicks about two feet below it, on either side.  Now she had three
holes, plus a few cracks forming, and ruined sandals.  Wasting no time, she
grabbed the bottom of the uppermost hole and pulled.

A four foot chunk of concrete tore out of the wall and landed neatly against the
door.  "That should do it," Jessica chuckled.  She trotted over to Kitty's stall
and ripped the door off.

"Boy, you play rough, don't you?" a naked Kitty inquired.  She picked a few
flecks of granite from Jessica's cleavage.

"I think I have a few ideas for the film," Jessica replied, and gripped Kitty
around the waist.

The store manager pounded furiously on the door.  His demands for entry were
ignored, which was a shame.  Had he gained access, the sight of a busty, nude
redhead hovering above the stalls, legs wrapped around a teenaged blonde who was
eating her pussy while supporting her weight with one hand and removing her own
clothes with the other, would probably have improved his mood somewhat.

Kitty refused to let Jessica have all the fun, however.  She quickly slithered
down Jessica's hard body and began kissing it greedily.  Jessica fell back
against one of the stall walls as Kitty nestled between her legs, expertly
teasing her clitoris with a pierced tongue.  Jessica braced one foot, then both
feet, against the opposite wall, her hands frantically groping Kitty's body as
well as her own.  The stall didn't last long.

Jessica crashed to the floor in ecstacy.  Her legs had not only blown apart the
stall, but toppled the rest like dominoes.  Her fingers found Kitty's dripping
cunt, and within seconds they were both cumming noisily.

Minutes later, Jessica handed the manager the chunk of his wall she had
borrowed.  He dropped it on his foot.  "Um, your bathroom broke," she quipped in
her best dumb blonde voice.  The happy couple made a hasty exit, giggling.

* * * * * * *

Filming wrapped only three weeks later, well ahead of schedule, but severely
over budget.  Glen wasn't worried.  He expected record-breaking sales which
would more than make up for the damaged sets, props, lights, cameras and other
equipment which had been sacrificed to Jessica's creativity.  The cast met for a
private viewing of the final cut at Glen & Jessica's home.  Sitting snugly
between Sean and Kitty, Jessica contemplated her next project.  'I think I'd
like to direct...'

* * * * * * *

The End