Chapter 2: The Other Ladies

"And welcome back to our show." Perry smiled broadly from the camera. "Today's topic is: are porn stars nothing more than prostitutes or are they willing to give it up to anyone who asks?"

He gestured to Bailey Love and Tara Crane who sat on opposite couches.

Bailey was messing with her hair which caused her large breasts to rise up out of her jacket. Her nipples were erect and her lips were freshly painted.

Tara, on the other hand, was tugging down on her shirt to reveal her cleavage. She had one knee resting against the arm of the couch and the other far enough away that the cameras got a good look at her shaved cunt visible in the shadow of her thighs. She caught sight of the camera light and grinned only a second before spreading her legs a bit more; the miniskirt rode up along her trim thighs.

Perry let the audience drink in the sight of the two sluts before gesturing for the camera to focus on him. We've already heard from two of our ladies, but we have four more. So let's bring our next guest, Michaela Giovanni!"

The audience roared to life. Michaela was popular no matter which medium. Her statuesque body was iconic in the porn world. When she came out, the sound grew louder if possible. She wore a dark blue silk blouse and a black miniskirt. There was no doubt she was bra-less as her large breasts bounced and jiggled with every step as she pranced across the stage and sat down next to Bailey.

"So," Perry said, "I take it you think a little payment is in order?"

"Of course. Do you know how many want to fuck me?"

"Like every one in this room," Tara said with a smirk.

Michaela glared at her. "Really? Like you?"

"I've had you, honey. You were sweet and lovely but not worth the money."

The newcomer started to stand up but Bailey rested a hand on her shoulder. Bailey smiled. "Don't let her---"

"Fuck off, Love."

There was a gasp across the audience.

Bailey just slid her hand between Michaela's thighs and leaned over to kiss her.

Michaela resisted for a moment and then kissed back.

"Isn't that sweet? How many of you want to see them making out?"

He grinned as the audience jumped to their feet. They didn't need the prompt lights any more, they were going right on cue.

The two women continued to kiss and stroke each other. Bailey slid her hand into Michaela's blouse and pulled it open, the buttons snapping to reveal the large swells of the young woman's beautiful mounds.

The audience screamed and whooped, cheering for more as the kiss grew more passionate.

Perry had to wait a few beats longer than normal for the noise to die down before he could speak. He cleared his throat. "Well, that was exciting."

A wave of noise ran across the audience.

"Before they strip off their clothes, why don't we bring the next guest? Everyone loves her, it's Ann Jury!"

Ann was a bouncy blonde in her late forties. She twirled on to the stage and made her way to the front. The audience stood up and continued to roar as she tugged on a silk robe wrapped around her body. When she reached one corner of the stage, she peeled it open to reveal her sleek naked body underneath.

At the sight of her large, fake tits, the cameras zoomed on her large nipples while the gazes of everyone locked onto her body. She had just a little fringe of hair over her vulva.

One of the audience members reached out.

She willingly stepped forward so his hand rested against her breast. "You like that?" she said with a moan.

Perry couldn't hear the response.

Ann looked over to the man's friend. She reached out and grabbed his hand. With a gentle hand, she brought it over to her pussy and pressed his palm against it. "Better?"

More hands reached out for her and she stood there, spreading her robe wide open to give everyone within reach access to her naked form.

Perry's cock grew hard for a moment as he enjoyed the sight of the robe sliding over her firm buttocks. He had to fight the urge to reach out himself and touch her. "Ann?"

Ann looked over her shoulder and then stepped away from the groping hands. At the catcalls and disappointed sounds, she gave them a wink. "Later!"

She bounded to the couch and practically laid across Tara's lap. "Hi, Beautiful!"

Tara smiled and leaned down to kiss her.

The room roared with the cheers, but except for a grope and a little tongue along the nearly naked woman, there wasn't anything more.

When they broke, Ann's robe had slid off her body and exposed half of her body. It should have infuriated the censors but Perry knew they would stay bribed long enough to get the show on the air. Ann smiled and looked at him. "Giving it all up, Baby. Anytime, any person, anywhere."

Perry smiled through the roars from the audience. He kept one hand in his pocket to stroke his cock, but his excitement didn't come from the naked women but his plans for the second half of the show.

He had to gesture for the crowd to quiet. "I know, I know. This is getting a bit steamy in here."

Cheers.

"We have more, though. We're only half done. Our next guest is Kristina Mocova, a sexy little thing---"

It didn't matter what he said after that. The twenty-something porn star stole the show. She came out in a black skirt and a bikini top. Her firm breasts bounced as she ran around the room, showing off her firm ass cheeks and the occasional flash of her swollen, naked sex.

She sat down primly on the couch next to Tara. She had a blush on her cheeks as she glanced at the two kissing women.

Tara smiled and reached out for her.

Kristina leaned into her and let her hands be pulled from between her knees to rest against Ann's thighs. Automatically, she slid her palms over the smooth leg and delved her fingers up into Ann's pussy.

Ann moaned and spread her legs.

Kristina seemed hesitant but she was a porn star. She twisted slightly and began to finger-bang the slut on hers and Tara's lap.

Perry chuckled. "Well, while those three are making up. Why don't we bring Veronica Vagnozzi out? This lovely lady is..."

He stopped talking as the audience grew even more frenzied. They were standing and jumping. With a sigh, he grabbed the cord of his microphone and swung it around.

Veronica was a dark-haired beauty. She was wearing even less than Kristina, with a two-piece bikini with a few gaudy rings holding the fabric to her hips and one in her cleavage. She rocked her hips back and forth as she circle around the couches.

She came up to Perry. Before he could respond, she pressed her firm body up against his and hooked one knee up against his ass. He could feel the heat from her pussy seeping into the leg of his pants.

Veronica rested her hand on his erect cock. With the faintest of grins, she said, "You know how much I cost."

Turning around, she made her way to the couch with Baily and sat down lightly. She lifted herself up just enough to hook one foot underneath her ass and came down, the fabric of her bikini stretched taunt across her pussy.

She made no effort to speak or say anything else.

Perry had to clear his throat. "Why don't we bring our final two guests out, shall we?"

At the applause, he gestured for the remaining two women to come out.

Katarina Kika was a twenty-something beauty wearing high heels and a translucent robe. It did nothing to hide her perky breast and naked pussy. She twirled on the stage before heading over to Baily's couch.

On the other side came Mercedes Carretero, a Latin beauty with firm tits and long dark hair. She wore a pair of cut-off jeans that did nothing to hide her swollen labia or her generous ass. Her tank-top gave a vast expanse of side boob that perfectly set off the large nipples.

Katarina held out her arms for a hug.

Mercedes flicked Katarina off.

Katarina only frowned with confusion.

The two split apart and headed toward the individual but crowded couches. Katarina headed toward Bailey's but Mercedes walked past Tara's to plant her ass directly into Perry's chair.

Perry raised an eyebrow. "That's mine."

She answered by lifting one knee and hooking it over the arm of his chair. Her eyes sparkled as she slowly lifted the other and rested it on the opposite side, spreading her pussy wide and exposing the pink insides to the hungry gaze of the audience and the cameras. The thin blue denim strap did nothing to hide her glistening sex.

He was thrown by the unexpected action. He knew the hypnosis would make them tenable to almost any command, including the final plans with the women, but Mercedes was embracing the mental conditioning.

"S-So, you are for giving it up?" Perry cleared his throat as he tore his eyes away from her slick and puffy folds. "Anyone who asks?"

She dropped her hand to her pussy and ran a fingertip along her slit. It was a poignant answer and also one that would get the show off the air. Of course, the leaked videos would ensure the show's fortunes until the end of time.

With a purr, she said, "*Sí*."

A roar of laughter brimming with lust filled the audience. He was disturbed by it but also excited. It was working better than he expected but he had a show to continue. "Out of my seat."

Mercedes slowly closed her legs and lifted herself out of the chair. Wiggling her ass, she got up and headed over to Tara's couch. She slithered into the press of female flesh and joined with the kissing and fingering.

Perry sat down in his seat, it was slightly damp from her ass and pussy. He chuckled and adjusted himself. Lifting his gaze to the camera, he said, "Now that we have our eight guests, why don't we ask our question? Are porn stars whores or sluts?"

"They are nothing more than whores," said Tara as she fingered Ann's pussy.

"And you're a fucking slut," came Baily's response. She was cupping both Michaela and Katarina's breasts with her hands.

"Cheap---"

Perry held up his hands and they both silenced. "As much as I'd love to see you fight, how about a wager instead?"

All eight women perked up, their breasts pushing up, their backs arching, and legs spreading slightly. At the same time, their eyes grew hazy from the mental conditioning that brought them out on the stage that day.

His cock twitched with the anticipation.

"So, Bailey, let's start with you. As long as they pay for it, you'd be down for anything?"

"Fuck yeah," Bailey said. "If you pay me, I'll go down like there is no tomorrow."

Cheers,

Tara pushed herself up from the bench. The legs across her leg slipped off, giving a flash of bare pussies and perfect asses. "Going down is easy, you skank."

Bailey's mouth opened slightly in surprise.

"A few dollars and you're kissing sack. I'd do that for free and I'll willing let him and his friend blow their load." Tara smiled sweetly. "You probably charge for each of your holes, don't you?"

"What is wrong with that? At least they got top-shelf pussy instead of some cunt that's taken the entire neighborhood. I'm willing to do a lot more than suck off guys, they want to ride my ass, throw in a few quarters and I'll take them on a ride."

Tara snorted. "Yeah, pay per pump. It takes you what, sixty or so strokes on some---"

"Fuck you!" snapped Michaela. "Once we get paid, we stay paid. You hand the cash, you get all this ass." She rolled over and smacked her buttocks.

The audience roared as they surged to their feet.

The girls snapped at each other for a few seconds before Perry had to quiet them down. He stood up and held out his hands.

Slowly, the din quieted.

Perry grinned and gave the audience a slow look that he perfected after many years. They knew he was about to lead up the twist for the episode.

The audience quieted as expected, a hush settling over the crowd as they held their breaths.

He turned to Michaela and smiled.

She straightened up, her breasts thrusting out as she arched her back.

"You said as soon as someone pays, their ass is yours?"

"Yeah!"

The audience cheered.

"How far would you go for payment?"

Bailey answered for her. "Mouth, pussy, ass, you name it?"

Perry chuckled. "Everyone does that. How much further? A train?"

Bailey shrugged. "Why not?"

Tara, right on cue, spoke up. "How about a gangbang? A dozen guys pounding your sloppy holes"

"I can take it, you still willing to give it up for free? Any guy want to bend you over some bar stool?"

Tara moaned and sighed. "Oh, I love that. Being choked fucked?"

She stroked her fingers along her throat. "Will you do that for a few bucks?"

Bailey's hand fluttered up to her neck. Her eyes started to focus but then grew hazy again. "Yeah... I'm game for a bit of choking. Can you handle it?"

Tara moaned. "Of course, Sugar."

"What about rougher stuff?"

"Bondage, Baily? Please, I've been tied up and had these tits," she hefted her breasts and thumbed her nipples, "beaten with a cane. Just because someone asked me too. Frankly, Sugar Nips, I can handle anything my fans are willing to give me."

There was a ripple of noise along the audience.

Baily sat up, pushing Michaela's legs off her. She stood up and straightened her suit bottom. The dark fabric had ridden clear up to her thighs and there was just a hint of bright red panties before she shoved it back into place.

After she got her suit back in order, she waggled a finger at Tara. "Listen, you ass-sucking little cunt, I will do anything at all to make my fans happy."

Tara shoved her way out of the nearly naked women on her side. She didn't bother straightening her outfit and her bare pussy was on view for everyone to see. "Yeah, as long as they pay. At least I'll let them do anything they want and they don't have to hand over a single dollar!"

"Yeah, you'd choke the first time they give you a horse cock."

"I'd take your horse and see you a fucking S&M scene!"

"I can take it, Princess," snapped Bailey. "I'll let them choke me out!"

As they got into their screaming fit, only fifteen seconds late, Perry watched with growing excitement. When he suggested this episode to the producers, they told him it would never happen. But then he got a chance to see the hypnosis in action and they got behind it. Now, he watched it working full bore and it was a beautiful thing.

The screaming fight escalated quickly. They were resisting fighting each other but it didn't take long before half of them were standing and threatening each other while the other half masturbated on the couches.

"I'll let them impale me on a fucking spike and give them a show!" It was Bailey, legs slightly spread and her fists on her hips. "For the right price, I'll fuck myself on it!"

Tara stepped up until her breasts were ground against Bailey's chest. She was only an inch shorter than than Bailey but no less beautiful or statuesque. "Listen, you little fuck tart, I will let them rip my guts out of my fucking ass and I'll do it for free. I'll spread my cheeks and tell them to plow into me. All because they asked. You, you little whore, would dance on a spit but only if they throw money at your bloody corpse."

There was stunned silence in the audience.

Perry stood up, hoping his erection wasn't too hard. "So! I don't think we can top that. What do the rest of you say? Are you willing to prove how far you'd go for your fans if you were paid," he gestured to Bailey's couch, "or just because you were asked?" His hand swept to include Tara's side.

Michaela said, "Fuck yes!"

On the other side, Ann nodded. "Anything those bitches do for money, I'll do for free."

After the rest of them agreed to horrific deaths and tortures, Perry stood up. He held out his hands and gestured to the audience.

They stared back at him, slack-jawed and stunned.

"There we go, ladies and gentlemen. Eight beautiful women who just agreed to be snuffed right here on public television. What do you say? Do you want to ask?"

The applause light lit up but no one responded.

Perry cleared his throat. "I said, do you want to see these eight beautiful ladies give it there all for you? Don't you want to see their naked bodies spread out on national television?"

He winked. "I'll let some of you lucky guys get a chance to participate. A little hands-on?"

It was as if a switch was thrown across the audience. They surged to their feet and roared approval. It beat against the walls and Perry could feel it against his face and chest. The sound rolled over him, leaving a rush of excitement pulsating through his veins.

He waited until the sound died down. He grinned broadly and then gestured to the eight women behind him. "After our commercial break, let's see how far they will go."

A roar of the audience.

Perry held up his finger. "One thing, we have to pay half of these ladies for the night. Let's see....."

He grinned and made a show of digging his wallet out of his pocket. Turning to Baily he held out his hand, "So, how much will you charge?"

Baily looked at the girls around her and then grinned. "Oh, a dollar. For all of us!"

Another silence.

She shrugged. "What? We didn't want to price ourselves out of the market!"

Perry grinned and made a show of pulling out his wallet. He opened it up and pulled out a single dollar bill. Flipping it over, he handed it to Bailey.

She coyly tucked it into her shirt and gestured to the women near her. "Good enough. Our asses is yours."