Outside, well-fed and carefree zero.
Removable apartment in a residential area. Late fall. Evening.
I'm sitting in the hall on the couch and waiting for guests. More precisely, the guest. In front of me, on a tripod, a video camera was installed, aimed at the seat opposite. I hear the heels clattering along the corridor, followed by a knock on the door:
- Knock-Knock!
- Enter.

The door opens and enters the "actress", knocking heels.
"Poor linoleum!" - I think, but I say out loud the person on duty:
- Sit down.

She lands her neat little butt, tucked into tight jeans, on a soft armchair, throws her legs over her legs and puts elegant small palms on her knees.
- Good evening.
- Hello, - her voice is rather small and hoarse for such a miniature and gentle creation.
- What's your name?
- Mila.
- Is it your real name?
- Yes. So my parents called me Lyudmila, but I like it better when they call me not Lyuda or Lyusya, but Mila. My friends call me that.
- Well, you will be sweet, since you like it so much. Especially since you are really very nice.

Mila smiles in response with her divinely charming smile. Her teeth shine with freshness and whiteness, and her lips are tender and sensual, without a trace of lipstick. There is no other makeup either, and the hair shines with natural blackness. This requirement of the customer - no cosmetics. And I fully agree with him on this. Such beauty cosmetics to anything.
- You came to the casting, Mila, right, I understand?
- Yes, right.
- You are in the know, where we are casting, for what type of actresses?
- Yes, in the know. You shoot porn.
“Well, why so rude,” I sigh, “we create high art here. The art of love!
- Rather, fuck! - Mila is filled with wondrous laughter and everything can not stop. She laughs to tears, beats her fists on the armrests, jerks skinny legs. Her face is now the color of beetroot, but everything is just as lovely. She is fun, but I do not really.

I give her a bottle of mineral water so that my face does not fall into the frame. It is not necessary here, because the main star is sitting and laughing in the chair, and my face in the video is useless, my face will only spoil the impression. If my physiognomy falls into the frame inadvertently, I will surely retouch it.
- Everything calmed down? - I'm a little annoyed and do not hide it.
- Oh, all-oh-oh-oh, I can’t take it anymore ... - Mila exhales sharply and wipes tears with her shirt sleeve, - yes, everything, calmed down.
She takes a few deep sips from the bottle and gives it to me. Her dark brown, cheerful eyes again look into the camera.
- How old are you, Mila?
- The day before yesterday turned eighteen.

I briefly shut up, thinking.
- So you were born on the fourth of November?
- Yes.
- And you already want to act in porn?
- Why not. Especially because they pay for it well. You pay well, right?
- Right. Such a product is highly valued in countries with developed economies and tough bans within society on debauchery. There he is in high demand. But it is produced in countries such as ours, although formally prohibited here. So yes, we pay good money, nobody has complained yet. Just to earn them you need to work hard. And you work hard, so be sure.
- Must cope, I love denyushki. Who doesn’t like denyushki ... It’s possible to work a little ... Moreover, it’s hard to find work in my years ...

I stare into her big black eyes, as if cast from dark chocolate, framed by thick eyelashes. How beautiful they are!
- Are you virgin?
- Pfff ... Ha! Where are you right now you find eighteen-year olds?
- That is not?
- Of course not.
- And how long?
- Three years already. I was thumping then. Hoole, for the first time so get drunk ... Fuck, already sick to remember ...
- And who was this lucky one?
- I say: fucked up, I do not remember who was the first.There were three of them, so all three and fucked me. Or maybe someone else was, dick knows ...
- Condoms used?
- By itself! I then counted fifteen used pieces in the trash. I have this strictly.

- It is a pity, of course, that is not a virgin. Could earn even more. Such a product is worth its weight in gold.
“Well, and so good money,” she smiles predatoryly, “for a schoolgirl.” Do not sew the same for the sake of a few extra pennies back. Buy yourself clothes, cellular, TV new, DVD-player ...
- booze ...
- Yes, vinchishko, cigarettes are good, and maybe weed ...
- Do you smoke?
- Yes, in the company I smoke.
- Did your parents know?
“My father left the family a long time ago, his mother was at work all the time, his elder brother in the army.”
- I see. How did you find out about our castings?
- A friend told.
- Dasha?
- Yes, Dasha Perova, classmate.

“We'll have to cut this fragment during the installation,” I think with annoyance.
- What your height?
- I do not know for sure, something about meter-pisit, maybe a little more.
- Weight?
- The last time was 38, shtoli, like tavo, I do not remember already ...
- Chest?
“Yes, she has grown a little, but not very much,” Mila rubs her barely perceptible chest through the shirt and bra, but there is really nothing to knead there, like “edinichka”.
- Well, show yourself.
- I mean, strip naked?
- Yes, naked, just slowly, at my command, to better see everything.

She bends down, unzips her boots and removes them. Looks at me inquiringly. I show her gestures for her to unbutton her shirt. Mila obediently fulfills my instructions and remains above the belt in one simple white bra, and a plaid shirt hangs on the back of the chair.
- Take off your jeans.
She gets up, unbuttons her jeans and awkwardly pulls off, hangs them next to a shirt.
- Tights and socks.
Mila takes off her red socks and black winter tights, stays in her bra and simple black panties.
- What's next?
- Twirl. No, stop, slower. Like this.

Her figurine needs: slender, but not skinny, but rather athletic, smooth brown skin, legs without any trace of curvature with small feet, neat firm ass, flat tummy. Just beautiful! It is a pity that in a few years, because of booze, smoking, drugs, and several abortions, it will probably look more like shriveled prunes than the current body of a pretty stupid nymphet.
- Take off your bra.
She puts her hands behind her back, doesn’t work there for long, and now the bra joins the rest of the rags that are bored on the chair.
Her breasts are, indeed, very small, not yet fully ripe. But then these little tits boldly stick out, boldly looking forward with dark papillae.

- Touch the chest. Yes, I see that elastic. Like ass. Do you play sports?
- Yes, before swimming was engaged. At home the whole room in medals, diplomas, cups.
- And now abandoned?
- Yes, a sport for lohushki. You can't earn on sports, especially on such. I'm better than a beer with guys I will drink at the hut after school and I will be filmed in porno for money.
- It's you for nothing. Sport is good for health and beauty. After all, you can combine.
Mila sniffs contemptuously, saying: "Do not teach me life, uncle."
- Ok, we are not here to read the moral gathered. Take off your panties.

She quickly pulls off the last black rag and remains what mother gave birth to. It stands, hands on the sides, and between the legs you can see a small black bush. In place of the pants are visible traces of sunburn, although in place of the bra - no.
- Do you like to sunbathe topless?
- Yes, with my girlfriend on the roof they sunbathed all summer.
- With Dasha?
- Oh come on, with Dasha! You saw her? Pale as grebe! With Julia Solodkova, a neighbor.
“Again you have to resort to the magic of editing. But the customer does not welcome this. “- I am annoyed again.
- Turn your back. Yes, yes. Great ass! Bend down. Below. Lower. Roll the hands apart. Wider, wider! Like this.

A young dark-skinned cunt, looking surprisingly large for such a petty ...