Leaving Home: The Story of Candy Lane – CAW7 by Cheltenham

by CheltenhamTags:
rape, porn film, coercion, sixteen, violence

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Read the tags above. This story gets violent
towards the end at about the halfway point,
so if that isn’t your thing don’t read it and say
you didn’t like it. This is a warning.

Leaving Home: The Story of Candy Lane

Contains a realistic portrayal of how some
smutty porn directors treat their female actors.
It isn’t to be taken lightly.

Some of these women aren’t lucky enough to
survive their ordeal and be able to tell what it
is they learned from making uninformed choices.
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Leaving Home: The Story of Candy Lane

A Calling All Writers 7 entrant, xnxx [dot] com exclusive June 2011

Kate looked back at her home, now miles down a long and winding road. She questioned her choice, was it worth leaving her mom to that brute they had lived with? Would he make good on his threats to find her should she ever decide to flee from their house? None of that mattered. Her little brother Kyle, a blond haired boy huddled close to where she stood near the train platform and boarded the transport ahead of her.

The conductor came around and took tickets from everyone. He spent a few fractions of a second in Kate’s vicinity, but tried to act like he wasn’t fixated. “Tickets, please.” She held them up and let go before his hand could interlope with hers. “Thank you little miss.” He calmly said dismissively. In no way was she little. At sixteen, yes most guys thought she couldn’t have been old enough to be a freshman in college or have a drivers permit but due to her intellect and academic focus, she achieved more in her short life than many people twice her age.

No one suspected Kate’s abilities, nor did they need to. Everyone back home believed she was going to see her grandmother. Her brother Kyle remained under the impression that that was their destination, but he was wrong. Vegas was calling. Yes, it must have felt like a world away on a train. Yes, she could have planned ahead and brought her best friend Jenny along for the ride. This journey meant everything to Kate. It embodied freedom, fame, wealth and power. And at what cost? Something that already had been stolen when she was merely a child herself, by that brute of a man that her mom loved with all of her heart.

Four days later, they came up over a ridge where huge signs and lights flashed. It had been five days or would soon be once her watch struck midnight. She huffed and took her little brother’s hand. “I hope I made the right decision,” Kate whispered sorrowfully. Her voice wavered immeasurably as they exited the pressurized doors to the terminal. A woman in a rather expensive black coat stood against the interior wall of a vendor’s alcove. “Hi. I’m Wendy. Wendy Weston of CVC Videos. We talked on the phone two weeks ago?”

“I remember you Wendy,” Kate replied with a hesitant smile. “You said you have a cat named Snowball, right?” Wendy nodded and led them outside to a waiting limousine. The driver knew where to go because a word wasn’t spoken between the two of them. He glanced in his rear-view at her conservatively clothed self and at her brother with a lewd expression, then visibly adjusted his belt obscenely while grinning.

“Roll the window up Thomas. We need privacy.” Wendy ordered and watched the glass partition slide up to soundproof their compartment. “Do you recall the deal we talked about?” Kate nodded shyly. “This weekend might be tough for you. A couple of our best actresses will help you through the first few scenes, but once things get started I’d recommend just letting them do as they wish.” Kyle overheard all of this and trembled. His hand clasped Kate’s and she felt his fear mixed with her own.

They pulled up to a nondescript building and got out together. The driver stayed in the car, eying both Kate and Wendy to a lesser extent. Her brother nestled himself in his sister’s lap, listening to what a taller man wearing a suit, Wendy and Kate were discussing. “Kate. Hi. My name is Egan. I’m the head of this company, CVC Videos.” He outstretched his hand and took the girl’s for a moment longer than he should have. She recoiled a little, sat in a wheel-bottomed chair and heard the rest of his speech. “I hope that you can be comfortable with us and make sure nothing that we suggest is against your wishes. There are conditions to our agreement, though, keep in mind. We require you to fill in the checklist. Once that is done, everything else will add to your final total. The two of you have accommodations in an upstairs suite, as I’m sure you’re tired. When you awaken I can elaborate on specifics.”

Kate’s sky blue eyes peeked up from beneath her dark locks. She pushed it back and stood with Kyle. “We were on a train for nearly a week to get here. Both of us slept enough. I’m just looking to get this over with as soon as possible.”

“Oh, in that case. Wendy? Can you show our little actress to her dressing room? Your costar should be ready in ten minutes.” They disappeared down a hallway, dimly lit and uninviting. The floors were scummy, unwashed in as many years as this building must have been standing, Kate thought. What Wendy referred to as her dressing room was nothing more than a bathroom with a safety bar on its left side, opposite the door. Ten hangers hung upon it. Further inside, a flimsy veneer cabinet to the back right held a mirror. To the right of it, in the middle of the room was a shower stall without a curtain. “I will let you know when he’s ready, Kate.” Wendy smiled and shut the door.

“Kyle,” his sister began. “I have to star in a few movies. But these won’t be in the theaters and I won’t be walking down a red carpet. Keep this paper with you. It has a few phone numbers on it. If something should happen…”

He shook his head and grabbed her upper arms as she knelt in front of him. “I don’t want anything to happen!”, Kyle sniffled.

“Listen to me, please!” she insisted and pressed her nose to his. “If something happens, I need you to call the first number. They’ll come and get you. It’s a friend of mine. You’ll be safe with them. This is where I was going to go with the money I’m gonna make during the weekend, but someone will come and get you.” Her voice lowered. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t leave you here in this place alone. My friend lives a few minutes away and he’ll bring you to the safehouse.”

Her little brother shivered and hugged Kate like he would never see her again. “I’ll wait for you to come back.” he barely spoke.

The door creaked open and Wendy’s overly permed head peered through the opening. “We’re ready for you. Put on the blue outfit and step into the hallway.” Kate stripped off her clothes as Kyle turned away. The one piece dress covered her like a stretchy leg warmer. It bunched around the middle of her thighs and over the tops of her boobs. She felt uncomfortable being exposed so explicitly and when she tried to pull one end further up or down, it revealed the other. Kate stepped out of the door and Wendy walked her to a room that didn’t appear to be much more than a club. Music was playing, men and women were dancing provocatively but the majority of them must have been sixteen or seventeen at first glance. The guys were old, severely so. Many were well into their forties, a group crowded around a girl that reminded Kate of herself must have been in their fifties. Still, others were cotton topped with toupees, wigs, perms and every trick in the book that failed to hide their baldness.

None of the girls seemed happy but then again neither was Kate. This was a business transaction and nothing more.

Wendy led her sixteen year old protégé into a spacious, dingy room and closed the door behind them. Two women, well past twenty clamored for her attention. They barraged her with questions and sat her in a makeup chair. “What’s your name? How old are you? Is this your first movie? Do you know Calvin?” Questions Kate had no idea about, and honestly didn’t care to know the answers to.

“My name? Are you talking about a stage name?” she finally responded.

“Yes, silly! We don’t use our real names on camera. I’m Gina.” The girl that stood on her right said matter of factly, with a typical valley girl accent. She had blond hair that actually fit her somewhat petite frame. Her teeth were nearly perfect except for a few on the bottom that were crooked. There weren’t any blemishes on her skin and she must spend time at the gym. She didn’t see an ounce of fat on the girl’s body except for her backside.

“I’m Amber.” replied a spunky brunette. “I used to be a cheerleader for the Cowboys back in ’99 but I…picked up a habit from one of their roadies.” She stood aloof, like an airhead. Her eyes were a deep black, beady color. The way her hair fell to the small of her back made her seem prettier, though her face could have looked better than it did. Her voice sounded uneducated. She hesitated, every few words were interrupted with ‘um’ or ‘uhh’ and it annoyed Kate. Amber looked the part of a former junkie, her skin was pockmarked with blemishes, scars, craters especially her face. But her body was enviably thin. Somehow, the girl retained her youthful perkiness. She guessed both of them were fluffers for the crew.

“I’ve been thinking of the name Candy Licks”, Kate blurted between Gina applying makeup to her already flawless complexion and Amber washing her hair.

“It sounds good.” Gina whispered.

“We are trying to have you look older. They want you to pass for eighteen, so a little magic will have to be worked in here.” Amber smiled and it was almost enough to make her pretty. Almost.