The morning after the pool party, I sulked around my apartment, hating myself for what I did and had to endure. I thought about packing my bag and heading back home. I wanted to talk to someone about it, but I knew I couldn't tell anyone that sordid tale. I cried off and on all morning, feeling sorry for myself. After lunch and a nap, I sat on the couch and opened the movie contracts Mr. French had given me. The first is "Nefretiri and The Making of a King," and the second is "Nefretiri and Virgins of the Nile." I was to play the queen of Egypt in the first two movies. I opened the script, and the first scene was the queen welcoming eight warriors who would try to woo the queen and become the next king.

I had some dialogue where I addressed the men, and then it said "love scene." I wondered what that meant, but nothing was spelled out. It may be with the warrior who beat out the others. I opened the contract for "Virgins of the Nile," welcomed the newly of-age virgin men from the city to my chambers, and urged them to impregnate the young women of childbearing age to replace the population of men lost by war. I read a page of dialogue that said the virgins' ceremony begins, but it didn't explain.

It looked benign, so I curled up and took a nap. When I woke, I received a text from Mr. Habel saying we were rehearsing and shooting the first movie on Tuesday. The first scene would be rehearsed and shot in the morning, and the second would be shot after lunch.

'What happens in the "love scene?" I inquired.

"I'm not sure; I haven't seen the scripts. I would imagine you're in bed with an actor," he replied.

"Am I having sex with this man?" I asked.

"It can be real or simulated," he responded.

"I see," I answered. "

"I want to take you shopping tomorrow on Rodeo Blvd. You need to begin making public appearances this Saturday. Plus, I may have a commercial for you this week. It's a German beer company," he said.

"Oh, wow, cool," I replied, perking up a bit.

My driver picked me up the next day, and we went to Rodeo Blvd. I met Mr. Habel, and we shopped at all the high-end shops. We bought leather micro miniskirts, plaid micro miniskirts, micro dresses, and see-through dresses. We also bought see-through tops, chain tops, see-through tube tops, and lace crop tops. Then, I acquired the shoes I desired, including six-inch heels and black knee-high clogs. The back of my limo was full of boxes as I drove home. I opened the boxes with excitement, trying on my outfits and shoes like it was Christmas morning. For a moment, I was in heaven.

On Tuesday, I was filled with anxiety as my driver picked me up. I arrived at the studio and met Mr. Habel.

"Are you ready, Rebecca? Today's your big day," he said, kissing my cheek.

"I'm so nervous. I'm trembling with anxiety.

He took me into an office and poured me a drink.

"Here, Rebecca, have a drink; it will help you relax," he told me.

"What is it?" I asked.

"All the girls take a couple of shots to relax before their shoots," he told me.

I accepted the drink and proceeded to the wardrobe, where they fitted me with a wig, a tiara, and amulets for my arms. I had a breastplate that had cutouts for my tits to fit through and a tiny loincloth that didn't cover my pussy; I was, for all accounts, naked. A lady rubbed all of my skin with oil that made it glisten. Gold chains fitted my labia lips and dangled between my legs as I walked. I was still nervous and felt dizzy while sitting there. My breathing became rapid, and my pussy began to tingle.

"OK, Rebecca, let's get you to the set," Mr. Hable said, helping me up.

I walked into the set, which looked pretty cheesy. It featured a hand-painted view of the pyramids outside a building.

There was a throne on a large pedestal and large vases with plants. If I hadn't been so nervous, I would have laughed. They ushered me onto the stage and introduced eight men. They were all well over six feet and looked like bodybuilders. They were dressed in leather, resembling the Egyptian warriors. We underwent a rehearsal, during which I failed miserably.

It took me five takes to get my lines correct, and I was so embarrassed. The director asked if I wanted to break for lunch or start the next scene. Mr. Habel gave me another drink for my nerves, and I said, "I'm fine."

"Just relax, Rebecca, concentrate and do the scene now while you're in the mood for it."

"Wait, what? I asked, confused.

I was feeling very strange, nervous, and spacy, but I wanted to get on with it.

"Um, yeah, sure, let's do it," I said unsure if I could pull it off.

I started feeling very hot. My face flushed, and my breathing was shallow. I'd never acted before and thought I had opening night jitters. I walked onto the set, followed by the eight actors. A curtain covered the set. I looked around, confused, not sure what was going on. The curtain opened, and I saw camera operators, the producer, Mr. French, and Mr. Habel sitting in director chairs and several people in the backdrop. A large round bed sat on a pedestal, covered in pillows in the middle of the set.

"Quiet on the set," the director said.

"Rebecca, take your position on the platform; stand on the X," he told me.

A production assistant helped me onto the platform and into place, then removed my breastplate and loincloth. I was naked.

"Wait, my costume, what kind of a movie is this?" I cried.

"Rebecca, your line is, 'Come, warriors, claim your queen'," the director told me.

'What?" I asked, confused.

"Rebecca, please read the cue card," the director said.

"Come, warriors, claim your queen," I said, wondering what the fuck that meant.

The men climbed onto the pedestal and dropped their clothes, lying in bed and joining me. It was happening again. I was about to fuck a bunch of men. The men positioned me on the bed on my back with my legs spread at the hips and my knees bent. Men took up positions between my legs and in front of my face.

"Wait, what's going on?" I asked, confused.

I felt a cock slide into my fuck slot, and the tip of a cock bumped my lips.

"Come on, baby, it's show time," the man said.

I opened my mouth and sucked my first cock of the day.

"Um, um," I moaned as the big cock split me open, opening my eyes.

The men began my spit roast as two cocks were put in my hands to stroke.

All of the men on the bed with me were chosen by the size of their cocks; all were better than ten inches and super fat. I was going to get my brains fucked out today. The men started fucking me, and I was on sensory overload. Whatever was happening, I was now craving cocks, and I began giving back what I was getting. I sucked and fucked like a woman possessed.

"Um, um, um," I moaned as my head bobbed furiously on the cock in my mouth.

I was already feeling the fat cock in my fuck chute driving me to my first orgasm. The men had been instructed to pull the cock from my mouth when I came so I could express my pleasure. Our bodies rocked as we fucked; I was sweating like crazy, fighting to get all the cock I could. I'd never been this hot before; I was always a timid fuck. Two men lay by my side and began sucking my nipples, and after a minute, I launched into my first orgasm. My body shook, and the cock was pulled from my lips.

"Oh, oh, fucking fuck me, I'm coming," I squealed to the delight of the onlookers.

There were people behind the cameras watching me getting fucked. Mr. French was beaming at my performance; as Mr. Habel watched, he realized his talented new girl was going to be a major porn star. My orgasm was over; I sucked the cock back into my mouth and sucked it hard.

"Oh, oh, oh," My would-be king fucking me exclaimed as he filled his queen with sperm.

Another suitor took his place, and my body rocked again as we fucked for the cameras. The warrior I was sucking was about to give up his load to his queen.

"Um, oh, fuck," He moaned as his balls emptied into his queen's mouth.

"Um," I moaned as I swallowed his thick load of cum.

The cock in my pussy was long and banged my cervix as our bodies slammed into one another. My snatch was filled with cock, and the sensation on the bed was electrifying. The men could tell I was hot and wild and used it to their advantage.

"More cock, more cock," I screamed.

The men moved me to a new position on the bed and added a third cock to my behind.

"Um, um, um, I moaned loudly as the well-lubed cock found its home buried in my bowels.

All eight men were playing with me on the bed, and the only thoughts in my head were orgasms and more cock. My body shook again, and my hips fought for every inch of cock in my pussy.

"Fuck, oh fuck, fuck me," I squealed as I had a massive orgasm.

My mind went blank as constant pleasure coursed through my body, and I fucked and sucked the eight men for the next hour, all being caught on film. And then it stopped, all eight men standing around me as I lay on the bed exhausted and in a puddle of cum.

"Cut," the director said.

"Marvelous, marvelous, that was fucking hot, people," I heard Mr. French offering.

A stagehand came up and helped me off the bed, while another man taped a bag of something to my back, ran a thin tube through my butt cheeks, and inserted the small bulb at the end into my sloppy, well-fucked pussy.

I was told, "OK, lie back down like you were and wait for directions from the director."

I was helped back to the bed as the director approached.

"Alright, Rebecca. You'll get out of bed and stand proudly in front of the men with your hands on your hips and legs spread until I give you the signal. Then, reach your hand out to Ben. He's the man standing right in front of you. He's the one you've chosen to be your king. Show him to the other men and then kneel and start sucking his cock to show him homage, and then we'll cut," the director told me.

The men gathered around me as they helped me back to bed.

"Action!" the director yelled.

I slowly got out of bed, stood on the pedestal, and felt a slight buzzing on my back. I spread my legs slightly and put my hands on my hips, and a thick white liquid began to drip from my pussy onto the floor. The men knelt and saluted their queen as fake cum dripped steadily from my twat. I reached out to my new king, and he ascended onto the pedestal as I showed him to the other men. I dropped to my knees and began to suck his cock.

"Cut and wrap. That was outstanding, people. Rebecca, you were wonderful!" the director yelled.

A stagehand took the cum machine off me and put a robe on me as the cast and crew came up and congratulated me on a fantastic performance.

"Rebecca, that was great. You were wonderful. Come to my office before you dress," Mr. French said, winking at me.

Mr. Habel walked up to me and showed me my first check.

"So, I guess I'm a porn star now," I said, looking him in the eye.

"That you are, my dear, that you are," he said, smiling.

"I think Mr. French wants a fuck before I leave," I offered.

"Yeah, I'm sure he's all horned up," Mr. Habel said, laughing.