Having opened the door izrizovannaya and stuck with ads, I got into a relatively decent store. Here everything was trimmed in pink, the hall was flooded with subdued light, and even it seemed that a light haze enveloped the room. Here, everything was filled with shelves and turntables with discs, and although old posters of Hollywood blockbusters hung on the walls, a quick look was enough to understand that only porn was sold here. Nude beauties watched from each cover, the most juicy screenshots of films could be viewed for hours, but you couldn’t buy anything. And completing the impression of the store - a neon sign above the counter with the cashier. Not a store, but a nightclub of some kind.

I went to the counter, looked behind him and found the owner of this institution, bent over a thick ledger. Ernie tagged something with a pencil and over and over again shook his head in disapproval.

“Hi Ernie,” I stretched out, leaning on the counter.

He immediately slammed the book, threw it through the slightly opened office door behind his back, straightened up and smiled his usual sticky smile.

- Hi, Kaye! What are the fates?

- Why, one movie interests.

Ernie looked around the store and, not without pride, said:

- I have a lot of movies. Trans, futonarki, gangbang, everything as you like. There are even Japanese classics. Choose

I just shook my head.

- I'm not shopping. I'm interested in it.

Taking out the phone, digging a little in it and muffling the sound for every fireman, I turned on the video.

- ABOUT! Exclaimed Ernie. “This is Mitsuna Neku!” I did not know that she was shot.

Posing in front of the camera, Neku moved to the vast sofa, where some healthy guy immediately began to fuck her.

Ernie smiled wider and wider - the moans of Nek turned him on strongly. Carefully lowering my eyes, I even noticed how his pants were sticking out.

But when another one joined the guy, and already two members slid in the holes of Nack, Ernie frowned.

- It's fake, huh?

- How did you guess?

- I have a good ear. You know, I used to play in a band. And ... - he looked around, - I know how Mitsuna Neku sings. The voice of this girl is like her, but it is not him.

- Do you know? - I smiled ironically.

Ernie ignored this and asked:

- So what did you want?

- I want to find this girl. And for this, I would like to know who took it and what kind of guys.

“I'll tell you guys.” This is Fish and Katlas. But they are shot in many places, and this is obviously an illegal video.

“That's why I came to you.”

Ernie grunted.

“C'mon,” I drawled. - You know this very well, you probably already recognized the studio. After all, this is not a room in a cheap motel, right?

Ernie hesitated, looked around, then hesitated again and finally gave up.

- Okay. I do not know where this is filmed, but I have a couple of ideas. Let's see if there is something like that, ”he said, turned around and immediately shouted,“ Toby! ”

A guy with such an indifferent facial expression immediately looked out of the office that he would have passed for a Buddhist monk.

- I'm down.

The guy did not respond to this statement, just left the office and immediately sat down on the old stool behind the counter.

Ernie looked at me, smiled, and nodded at the office.

- Let's go to.

• • •

The door in the office curtained by the blinders led us to a steep staircase to a gloomy basement. However, having missed the turn to some kind of panel board and having entered the inconspicuous door, I found myself in quite a living room.

Despite the gray brick walls and the same pipes under the ceiling, it was even cozy here. Light, warm, in the corners - large flowerpots with flowers, on the shelves - pots with smaller flowers. And the vegetation is clearly someone courting.

In one half of the room were a wardrobe and tables with a couple of computers and laptops. In the other there was a studio. In the center - a wide and thick mattress covered with a white blanket instead of a bed, on the sides - soffits and two more cameras on tripods. Neon lamps were leaned against the wall, and on the table aside in a row were several vibrators of different shapes and sizes and a ribbon of condoms.

“I see you have a crisis,” I grinned.

“I have a day off,” Ernie grunted in annoyance, but he suddenly came to life. - Hey, Kaye, do you want to play yourself?

- Fuck off.

“Come on,” Ernie drawled. - You'll do fine.

“No,” I answered patiently.

- Come on. You caress yourself in front of the camera, use those toys and everything. Just be sure to use each one.

“No,” I answered, not holding back the smiles.

“Your face won't even be visible,” Ernie said.

“Why do you want me to play with you?”

“Because hiding such things,” his hand rested on my thigh, then slid higher and immediately squeezed my chest eagerly, “just a crime.”

He did not try to caress me, just enjoyed touching my chest. I was overcome by mixed feelings. On the one hand, this touch did not bring me a single pleasant sensation, but I could not call it unpleasant either. And besides, what was happening seemed to me rather stupid, as if I was a cosplayer, faced with the typical anxious otaku.

- This is somehow wrong: to have such a juicy chest and never show it. Or ... - fingers sharply opened and very slowly slid down - would you rather show it?

Saying, he immediately touched my pussy, almost grabbed her. I was wearing jeans, but even through them for a moment I felt the heat of his fingers. A light sigh broke from my lips. Ernie smiled wider and, quite like a tempting serpent, stretched out:

- Come on, show it to me. Over there, in front of the camera. Show yourself. Show your huge tits. Spread legs and show your wet pussy. Everyone is just waiting for this.

The situation became hopeless: the owner of this place could persuade me until the evening, and the futility of these attempts could not stop him. Therefore, I turned to decisive measures. I took the phone book I had got in the hotel in the morning from the bag and I slapped Ernie on the head with it. He offended screamed and began to rub the hurt head, leaving, finally, my pussy alone.

“Let's get back to business,” I suggested, as if nothing had happened.

- Ok, as you say.

Grumbling indistinctly, he walked over to one of the computers and flopped into a chair in front of him. The chair crept plaintively, but held out.

- Your film was clearly not intended for a wide audience, but it was shot well. Surely he was shot at a good studio, which usually takes ... legal, let's say, porn. I have a couple of movies in mind, - he said, pulling the mouse. - I think we can see the situation.

While I was throwing beer cans and boxes with eatery logos around the corner from a nearby chair, Ernie clicked through folders with a clever look, searching for his modest porno archive among the pile of work files. However, as soon as he found what he wanted, the computer immediately thought about it, trying to show all this very immodest mountain of files.

“BL Productions, Four Holes,” the man announced and launched a file.

Four blondes appeared on the screen, who, without ceremony, began to lick each other, and soon their groans filled the studio.

“Four holes,” Ernie said irritably. - Twelve holes the same.

“Yeah,” I nodded, just in case, glad that he was not a fan of putting all kinds of toys into the urethra.

In the meantime, it became clear that the first scene of the film was filmed on the veranda of some mansion, not at all like what I was looking for. Ernie began to rewind the video.Lesbian orgy was replaced by gentle masturbation in nature, then the orgy continued in the mansion’s garage, after which the blondes fucked each other with strapon at a cheap motel.

Shutting down the player, Ernie spun the list of files and poked at the next one.

- West End Studio, "Mom Linda masturbating."

It seems I even heard ...