Perry Singer took a deep breath to calm his jumping nerves. There was close to three hundred people sitting in the audience seats in front of the stage and they were all anxious for the show to start. He had done this type of show five days a week, fifty weeks a year, for three years now. It was easier in the beginning, he could just scrape some rural scum that slept with his daughter and throw them on the stage. Then they had to escalate. It wasn't just guys sleeping with their daughters, it was mothers fucking their son's son's and teachers who moonlight as strippers while blowing presidents.

The advertisers loved it. Everyone was rolling in money.

But, as time goes on, so does competition. There were two other shows that did the same thing in his time slot and the ratings were dipping. He hoped today's show would help with the hemorrhaging ratings and set the bar much higher for the bastards on the other networks.

He glanced behind him. The crew of the show were all running around making sure the lights were on, the sound was properly running, and even the two sets of guests were lined up and ready to pranced on the screen. It was going to be a full guest list today and a lot of things going on for an hour-long show. If they pulled it off, it would shoot their ratings through the roof.

If it didn't, he was sure his lawyers would keep him from death row.

He glanced at the notes in his hand before looking toward the back stage. There were a lot of props that obscured his vision, but he looked past the blades, spikes, and ropes to the women beyond.

There were two groups of four each. They were all beautiful, with bountiful breasts, lips made for fucking, and outfits just shy of offending the bribed censors. It wasn't a surprise, though, all of his guests today were porn stars. Each of them was also past the peak of their careers and looking for the next big score.

Of the eight, he had six of them on videos in his extensive porn collection. He was pretty sure the other two were there also, but he didn't have them properly categorized.

Perry chuckled and felt a prickle of excitement hum along his senses. He peered through the crowds of staff and guests to the back dressing area where a pair of young men were speaking quietly with one of the porn stars. To an outsider, it looked like counseling but Perry knew that both of them were thousand-dollar-an-hour hypnotists with a far more profitable motive in mind.

The music swelled and years of habits kicked in. His breathing calmed down and he felt a peace spread across his mind. Pulling his trademark smile on his face like a mask, he surged out of curtain with his hand up high. "Good afternoon! Are you ready to see our Great America!?"

The "cheer" light lit up and the roar of the audience beat against him. He raced from one stage to the other, holding out his hands so the faceless crowds could slap his hand. He could feel countless sweaty smack against his skin.

When he finished, he discretely shoved his hand into his pocket where he had an alcohol wipe hidden. After clearing off his palm, he pulled it out and gestured to one curtain and then the other. "Today on Perry Singer, we have only a single question to ask..."

He paused for effect.

The crowd shifted, the interest growing rapidly. They had no clue what to except but they all knew it would be a shock.

Perry raised his eyebrows and then leaned forward as if he was telling a secret. "... are porn stars just prostitutes?"

The "gasp" light flashed on but the audience were already giving the appropriate response. Some women fluttered their hands as they laughed nervously. The men were whooping loudly, they knew that "porn" in the question meant someone was going to be taking their tops off.

Perry grinned. "We all know it. They prance up on screen, shake their tits and asses, before throwing their bodies on a bed with legs spread for some guy. Are they only doing it for the money or do they actually enjoy fucking?"

The network censor paled but he was going to have a bad day anyways. Fortunately, the heavy stack of hundred dollar bills in his pocket would help.

Charging forward, Perry grinned and gestured toward the back. "Let's find out? Are they willing to give it them all or do you have to put money on the dresser before they put out?"

There were catcalls and boos. A couple guys near the front were still whooping for tits but they would see them enough.

"Let's find out!" snapped Perry, silencing the audience.

In the stunned silence, he gestured to the right curtain. "Today we're going to ask eight lovely ladies their opinions. Now, these are classy bitches, so let's welcome our first guest, Baily Love!"

The audience stood up cheering as the curtain parted and Baily came out.

A roar of excitement rose up and he knew that the first one was already walking on stage. It was Bailey Love, a lovely woman in her early forties with a large rack and an ass so firm they bounced quarters off it in *Ass Licker 2*. Her blonde hair fluttered around her as she walked in wearing a dark gray suit and bright red, fuck-me pumps. It set off the curve of her buttocks perfectly as did the low-held camera that danced right on the edge of being an upskirt; the cam was displayed on the two large screens to both sides of the stage.

Perry turned to pull Bailey into a tight hug. He loved how her body reflexively ground against him and her skirt pressed against his growing erection before she slipped away. He led her to her chair and sat her down. "So, my first guest needs no introduction but let's do this anyways. Bailey Love has been in over sixty different videos this year alone and has won thirteen AVN awards including a Lifetime Achievement."

A wave of applause raced across the audience.

Bailey smoothed over her skirt. She had sat down with her legs crossed but she slowly switched legs revealing that she didn't wear any underwear. The large screen in the back of the audience so he could see what he looked like gave a perfect view of her shaved pussy lips; they were already glistening with her excitement.

The stunned silence, wide eyes, and sharp gasps told him more than a few noticed. One guy let out a whoop but then looked around guiltily when no one else joined him.

She smiled directly at Perry. "Thank you for having me, Mr. Singer." For having repeated scenes of her face fucked, she had a very cultured and precise way of speaking.

"It is lovely to have you too, Miss Love."

They made small talk for a moment before Perry got to his real question. "So, down to the question of the day. Are porn stars just prostitutes?"

Love flipped her long hair over her shoulder and pushed her breasts out a little. The opening of her suit splayed open to reveal a generous amount of cleavage with no hint of a bra or even a camisole. She was naked underneath her suit and her action made sure the audience knew it. "Well, Perry, it isn't being a prostitute. We have bills to pay just like everyone else. Should we work for free just because someone saw us get gang-banged on video and wants a blow job themselves?"

Uncomfortable laughter, right on cue. It was a bit forced though and he could feel tension rising in the air.

Perry fought the smile on his face. He gestured to her. "You have to admit, a lot of guys have seen you take dick in every single hole of yours. Millions have downloaded your videos."

"Half of them just grabbed it off a torrent site."

"Doesn't matter. They see you day after day, taking it up every slutty hole of yours. They seen thousands of hours of you naked and humiliated. What is the first thing they ask when they finally meet you?"

Bailey pull back her hair with her finger to tuck it behind her ear. She let one leg slip off the other, it spread open giving the audience a perfect view of her shaved pussy. "They usually want to fuck me."

Gasps.

Perry smiled. Bailey was right on schedule. "What do you say?"

"No, of course. Do you know what would happen if I said yes to every one? I'd spent my entire day on my knees or on a bed." Her cheeks grew flushed with her excitement. "I couldn't do any more shoots because I'm be in an endless gangbang day in and day out."

"So charging money is just to slow the tide?"

Her eyes grew sharper.

A prickle of fear raced down Perry's spine.

The eyes unfocused. "Yes, a thousand dollars a night cuts down on the riffraff."

The audience light for "booing" lit up but there was no noise. Only a stunned silence as everyone stared at her with slack jaws.

Bailey looked at the audience and shrugged. "What? A thousand gets you anything you want. I'm not going to be stingy, there just needs to be a little quid pro quo."

Perry gestured to the side of the stage. "Well, I have someone who disagrees. Why don't we introduce our second guest, Tara Crane. We have our busty babe---"

His words were interrupted by the audience regaining their senses and bursting into cheers. Catcalls rose up sharply.

Even though his guest was in her early fifties, there was no question she was one of the crowd's favorites as she strode into view wearing a mini-skirt and a short jacket that strained around her large breasts. Her long, reddish hair flowed behind her as she twirled around. Then, she pranced over to Perry's chair, planted one hand on each of the arm rests, and bent over.

Perry glanced at the monitor behind the audience to see that the cameras had zoomed toward Tara's ass. The hem had ridden up over the curve of her cheeks and exposed her naked, shaved pussy for everyone to see. It was a perfect view, timed and planned but somehow looking perfectly natural as she spread her legs a little to expose the pink opening of her cunt.

This time, the roar of the audience was overwhelming. They were cheering and whooping as Tara rocked her ass back and forth a few times. She was grinning broadly as she straightened long enough to shake her pussy at Bailey before parking her ass on the couch opposite to Bailey.

Perry turned toward her. "Thank you for coming, Tara."

"Thank you for having me, Perry. When I heard that Bailey was going to tell all our fantastic fans they have to pay for it, I had to come on the show."

"So you disagree?"

"Fuck yeah!" she said with a grin. "If some fan comes gushing up to me, I'm going to make sure he's gushing inside me. What's a little blow job around the corner or a quickie bent over a car hood."

Cheers.

Bailey snapped back. "You would, Cow. Have you shot anything recently?"

Tara blinked slowly. "You and I have the same number of scenes for AVN last year, Sweetie. I just have a good time with ten times as many followers on Twitter."

"You would, if you gave out that much."

Tara smiled and stretched her arms over her head. Her large breasts strained at the top and then the nipples popped into sight in the cleavage of her bra. The dusky tips were thick and perfect for sucking.

It was also brought into full focus by the cameras.

Tara made a little moan and then lowered her arms. "At least my fans walk away satisfied."

"So do mine," snapped Baily.

"Yeah, they can smile all the way to bankruptcy court."

The two women went back and forth for a little while. They got more animated as they did, practically screaming at each other as they unconsciously spread their legs or unbuttoned their tops. By the time Perry knew he had to interrupt them, Bailey's tit was out of her top and Tara's skirt was up on her hips as she kept her knees far apart.

Perry cleared his throat. "Excuse me, ladies, but we have more guests for tonight."

He lifted his gaze to the camera. "After our commercial break, see where our other six other ladies stand on this issue. Give it up for the fans or charge them for the ride of our lives. We'll see you right after these messages."