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Third Time Films
By Leslie Schmidt
During the winter, storms come in off the Pacific every couple of weeks giving LA some very needed rainfall. The rain cleans the air and dumps snow in the mountains above the basin. The result is, a few times a year, the LA basin takes on a little of the beauty that attracted people to the area 100 years ago. These days it’s all destroyed by smog, urban sprawl and over crowding. But, on such days, if you look in the distance, it’s pretty. At least until the smog comes back and blocks the view of the mountains.
Joan stood up from her cubical on the 23rd story of an office building and looked across the line of identical cubes and out at the San Gabriel Mountains. Things had really started to look up for her and she was thrilled at the feeling of contentment that passed over her. For so long she’d only felt anxiety—now she was working processing insurance claims in a 9-5 office. The mortgage was paid up, the credit cards were current, and she was even starting to think about replacing the car.
Then, as a bonus, there was the cash that appeared every month in plain envelopes. Joan really didn’t know what to do with it so she kept it in a strong box in the closet. It was a different sort of money worry—as the stash moved into five figures she knew she’d have to do something with the money. It would be too easy for it to be stolen, but it did belong to Sara.
The job had been the most perfect Christmas gift for them. In fact, the offer had come on Sara's birthday. That evening, they'd had the best birthday dinner together at a fancy restaurant to celebrate.
It was Friday and she was a bit tired at the end of the week. Problem was, she wouldn’t be able to sleep in. She’d agreed to a sleep-over, Sara’s friend Ming was staying the night. For a moment she thought it was strange—people always expected oriental girls to be quiet and obedient. Ming was usually obedient, but she was anything but quiet. In fact, when the two girls were together they usually managed to raise far more hell than you’d ever expect two nine year old girls to raise. Still, they were an awful lot of fun, as long as you could put up with the noise.
So, Sara would be going home with Ming instead of going to Latch-Key and Joan would pick them up around quarter of six. Then the plan was an evening at Disney Land, stay for the Electric Light Parade, then home. Usually Joan let the girls stay up as late as they wanted, but that generally wasn’t too late as the eight year olds would fade fast. Problem was, that usually meant that she’d be waken by giggling or the TV around eight.
Ming was going to stay for most of the next day—her dad had to work. He usually came by around four.
Joan was surprised when she realized that she was sort of looking forward to seeing Mat, Ming’s dad. Single men were a dime-a-dozen, but a single man raising kids alone probably found it hard to find women. Sara had told her about Ming’s parents—her mother deported back to China and leaving her daughter with Mat because she (Ming) was a US citizen, having been born in San Francisco. Mat was a citizen—he’d just known Ming’s mom for a couple of months when she got pregnant. Immigration had been so good as to not deport the woman before Ming was born.
Joan was just sitting down at her desk at the end of her morning break when her Iphone chimed. She opened the text.
“Don’t be such a stranger—call sometime. –Joe”
*****
Joan was waiting outside “The Haunted House” for the girls. They wanted to go alone so she had seen them to the entrance, then gone around to the exit to wait. On a whim she pulled out her phone and looked at Joe’s text. She pushed ‘Call’ on the touch screen.
“God! Joan! It’s great to hear from you!” Joe said from the other end.
“How’s it going, Joe?” Joan asked.
“Great…and you?”
“We’re doing awesome. I have a job now, office work, and we’re really getting our lives back together.”
“That’s wonderful. How’s Sara?”
“She’s great. In the Haunted House at Disney Land right now. I’m waiting for her and a friend to come out.” She paused, then: “How’s business, Charlie still with you?”
“Charlie’s great. We just finished a shoot this afternoon.”
“Anyone I know?” Joan asked with a laugh.
“Probably not. A twelve year old who snuck across at San Ysidro with her brother a few weeks ago.”
“Where would you be without those little Mexican illegals?”
“I admit,” Joe’s tone changed, “we’d have a lot less business.”
They talked for a few more minutes. Joe told Joan that the money would drop off fast if Sara didn’t make another film soon and Joan told Joe she didn’t want Sara making any more porn. They rang off with Joe saying he hoped she’d reconsider. With that, Joan realized there’d be no more unmarked envelopes with cash.
*****
The giggling woke her up. Joan looked blurry-eyed at the clock—1:03. What the hell were the girls doing still awake this late?
Joan went into the bathroom, then decided to at least check on the girls. When she got to Sara’s door she peeked through, and the blood drained from her face. For a moment she was dizzy, then angry, then scared.
The girls were sitting at the computer and Sara’s second movie was on the screen. She was laying on her back, her head propped up on pillows as Charlie, on his knees and astride her chest, was jamming his cock in her mouth.
Joan had watched the movie a couple of times. She hated this part as Charlie started pushing too hard, shoving his cock too far in and hurting the girl. Sara squirmed and tried to turn her face away but he reached down and held her, then started to cum.
It was an amazing amount of spunk that the guy unloaded in her daughter’s mouth. Waves of white ran down her chin and dripped onto her throat as he unloaded. The next day, as they drove home, Sara told her mother that Joe had hurt her a little but that it really was OK.
She stood in the dark hallway for several minutes wondering what to do. The girl’s had quieted down as, on the screen, Joan masturbated her daughter to a rolling orgasm.
“I love it when Daddy does that to me,” Ming said to Sara.
Joan was completely shocked! Now her mind spun…Ming and Mat….!
“I don’t like it when he cums in my mouth, that tastes NASTY!” the little girl said.
Sara giggled. “I didn’t mind.”
Joan’s head was spinning as she climbed back into bed. It was 1:35 now but she knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep. She had called to the girls from down the hall that it was time for lights out after they had finished the film, watching Sara astride Joe’s cock, facing the camera, as he filled her preteen womb with sperm.
When Mat picked up Ming the next day they just exchanged pleasantries until he was in the car, engine running ready to back out. “I’m afraid the girl’s got into some stuff on the Internet last night they shouldn’t have.”
“Oh, I’m sure it was nothing,” Mat said.
“Nothing you might object to,” Joan said, putting the emphasis on ‘you’.
He looked at her curiously, then turned around to back up.
On Tuesday evening Mat called.
“It seems we have something in common.”
“I’ll keep your secret if you’ll keep mine,” Joan said. “Of course, if the girl’s talk, they won’t let us share a jail cell.”
“I’d like a phone number,” Mat replied, not commenting on their shared anxiety.
“Joe only wants virgins, does Ming really qualify?” It pissed Joan off that Mat was being so forward.
“I’d still like to talk to him,”
Joan gave him the number and that ended the conversation. It had been tense and testy. All she could do was roll her eyes and take another drink of her wine.
On Thursday Joe called while she ate her lunch in the break room.
*****
That evening Joan heated up a frozen lasagna for dinner. As they sat at the kitchen table, she was unsure how to bring up the idea of making another movie, especially one like what Joe wanted. Finally, she decided to just ask directly.
“Honey,” she started, “have you ever seen movies on the computer of two women having sex?”
Sara’s fork stopped mid-way from her plate to her mouth, she looked a little perplexed. “Well…yeah…I guess so. At least, I once saw this movie and two ladies were hugging a kissing.”
“Then what did they do?”
“Umm…mommy, that’s embarrassing.”
“Oh honey, you know not to be embarrassed with me. Were they naked?”
The girl put her fork down. She did not look directly at her mother. “Yeah, they were naked, and they kissed and licked each other all over, even down there.”
“Do you remember when I rubbed you down there when we made that movie?”
Now Sara did look up, and she smiled. “Yeah, that felt really nice. Then when Joe put his thing in me, well, that hurt some because he was so much bigger than Charlie. But, after a while it felt good too.”
“You liked making the movies?” Joan asked, wondering if, after five months, the girl’s feelings had changed.
“Yeah, it was fun. I kind of miss Charlie, he was really sweet.”
“Well, Joe called me today and he wants you to make another movie.”
“Really,” the child’s face lit up, “with Charlie?”
Joan’s eyebrows went up with surprise. She was shocked that her nine year old would be so enthusiastic about making a porn film. ‘Holy shit! What have I done to my little girl?’ she thought as she digested the idea. She had to pause for a few moments to figure out how to answer.
“Well….I’m sure you can make a movie with Charlie if you want, but….Mr. Anderson had the idea of you doing it with another little girl.”
Now it was Sara’s turn to be shocked. Her face looked perplexed. “Do you mean like those ladies on the computer?”
“Yes.”
The child sat thinking, then picked up another bite of lasagna.
Joan decided to tell one of her secrets. “Honey, I can tell you that it’s really nice to do it with another girl. Girls, well, another girl really knows what feels good and they’re never rough or do anything that hurts.”
The girl’s eyes got big. “You’ve done it with another girl?”
“Yes, a few times, when I was younger.” (She didn’t want to tell her daughter about Sally, Joe’s assistant).
“Does Joe want US to make a movie?”
“No,” Joan smiled at the idea—quite sure that Joe would love it. “No, he wants you to make a movie with another girl…your age.”
“Who?”
“Well,…actually,…your little friend Ming.”
Again the third grader stopped eating. Joan wondered what was going on inside the girl’s head, she was obviously deep in thought. “Do you want me to kiss her and lick her like in that movie?”
“Yes dear. That’s how two women make love. Do you remember how great it felt when Charlie licked you between your legs—it will feel just as good for Ming, and for you.”
“But I’ve never kissed Ming.”
“You’d never kissed Charlie either, but you liked kissing him. Right? Don’t you really like Ming? I’ll bet you’ll like kissing her too.”
Again the girl was quiet. She bit off a piece of the garlic bread that Joan had made from some English muffins. “Ok, if Ming wants to, it’ll be fun.”
“OK, we’ll go tomorrow night.”
The two went back to eating in silence. Just as they were finishing up, Sara looked up at her mom.
“Mommy?”
“Yes dear?”
“Can I make a movie with Charlie too?”
*****
The two girls ran into each other in the breezeway outside their classroom. Sara ran up to Ming. Here excitement was too much, she was shaking, jumping up and down as the two came together.
“Hi Ming!!....”
Ming looked at her friend, then put her finger over her lips.
All morning the two girls were very distracted. The teacher had moved them apart months ago, but even she could see that the two girls were very excited about something. Sara put her backpack on the seat next to her while Ming went through the lunch line. Sara wolfed down her sandwich and yoghurt while Ming quickly dispatched her pizza burgers, green beans and fruit cup. Their hands went up in unison for permission to leave and go to recess. They were the fourth and fifth children on the playground.
Like so many elementary schools, what passes as a playground at Stoddard is an asphalt parking lot with lines for volleyball, basketball, and hopscotch painted on it. The ‘playground’ is bounded one side by the school, a cement drainage ditch and Stoddard Park, an oasis of lawn and palm trees. Unfortunately, the children are forced to look at the grass and playground of the park through an eight foot chain link fence—minus the concertina wire on the state prisons.
Still, the girls were able to find some privacy by the fence that ran along the drainage conduit on the west side of the school.
“Are you coming tonight?” Sara asked her friend.
“I guess so,” Ming said, looking down at her best friend. At the beginning of school, the two had been the same height, but now Ming was at least two inches taller than her friend. She had always been rail thin but now, with all her growth happening in her legs, she was almost becoming a physical example of the girls in Japanese anime.
“Daddy told me what they want us to do, it sounds kind of fun,” Ming said. “I love it when Daddy does that to me.”
“I’ve only had it happen in the movies,” Sara said.
Another girl was approaching so they had to break off the conversation. Still, just having talked that little bit about it calmed both girls down. They sat together as usual during reading group and then worked together on their science fair project. When Ming was climbing onto the bus, leaving Sara to go to Latch Key, they just said ‘bye’.
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