Home Movies - Part 37 (Patreon)

Side note: This is my 1000th Ann Possible related post on Patreon.

Middleton Motor Lodge used to be a nice place to stay, back when the mother road was the only way to get from Upperton to Lowerton.  Now, with an interstate that bypasses it, the once-cozy, clean overnight stay has changed hands a dozen times.  What was once a vacationer’s go-to while staying in Colorado’s southern Rocky Mountains has been reduced to little more than a sleazy, hourly-rate motel on the outskirts of Middleton.

Having gotten out of the ticket booth minutes after the theater’s midnight matinee, Zita is already running late for her audition.  Who does an audition at eleven o’clock at night, anyway?  Pulling into the dusty, pothole-filled parking lot, she grimaces at the state of the locale.  Broken, half-empty vending machines, a rusty chain-link fence surrounding a now-filled-in-with-dirt swimming pool, and trash everywhere. Who does an audition at a scummy, out-of-the-way fleabag motel like this?

Zita steps out of her car, making a point of hitting the lock button on her remote - twice.  Trying not to make eye contact with what she assumes are actual prostitutes lurking about, the Latina makes her way to the room number she’s been given.  A quick knock, her head swiveling for potential robbers and rapists, and the door opens to a familiar face.

Zita: ¡Oh, gracias a Dios!

Ann, dressed in little more than a cutoff T-shirt and tie-sided bikini bottoms, gives the dark-haired woman a welcome smile…and then gives the now-interested streetwalkers a displeased scowl before shutting the door behind them.  The door lock, a deadbolt, and a bar lock later, Ann introduces Zita to the owners and founders of Hick-Bicka-Boo Productions.  Other than working for ‘The Mouse’ back in the day, they’d met vicariously, not that long ago; other than selling tickets at the theater, Zita had once moonlighted as a delivery driver for a local pizzeria. On a stormy night, Zita’s last delivery was to the Possible's residence…so stormy, and due to an errant flat tire, that she ended up staying the night at Ann's insistence.

One doesn’t need a lot of imagination to know what happens when a little hottie stays the night with Ann…which is exactly what the Tweebs happened upon the following morning.  Naked, asleep, and obviously ridden hard throughout the night and into the early morning, the Tweebs took one look at her and…  Weeks of brow-beating Ann later, the twins finally succeeded in talking Ann into getting her Latina-on-the-side to audition for them.

Sitting on the edge of the room’s king-sized bed, Zita looks up and eyes the mirrored ceiling above it.  Already stripped down to the bare essentials, a thong and a pair of high heels… What else would one wear to an adult film audition?  …unlike many of the women before her, she seems to have zero apprehension about being naked in front of a camera.

Tim: So, what sort of acting experience do you have?  You know…  Other than back in the old House of Mouse days.

Cocking her hips ever so slightly as she pushes out her perfectly proportioned d-cups, Zita bats her eyelashes at the camera.  The Tweebs give one another a knowing side-eye of approval… It's almost as if she were a seasoned professional, and not some rank amateur. Ann, too, does her best to disguise any appearance of endorsement, poker-faced as she looks on from behind the camera and bright studio lights.

Zita: Well, let's see…  I did some Spanish voiceover work on a couple of lingerie commercials.  Annnd, then then they wanted me to do some modeling shots for them too. (semi-sarcastically) Purely PG-rated, of course. (rolls her eyes enticingly) Mostly.

Tim: Oh?  They ever let you keep any samples?

Zita: I’m wearing one right now.

Already convinced and wanting to move on to the next portion of the audition, Jim pulls his shirt up and over his head, dropping his trousers shortly thereafter.  Down to little but his socks, Zita raises an eyebrow and smirks, watching the Tweeb’s far-more-than-adequate manhood (downright monstrous, if she’s being perfectly honest) swing to and fro.

Tim: So, you know what sort of films we do, right?

Zita smiles provocatively, pointing at Jim's penduluming column with a twirl of her index finger.

Zita: He wouldn’t be waving that thing around if I didn’t.

Some time later, out in the dimly lit parking lot, a collection of streetwalkers have gathered beneath one of the flickering lamp posts.  It’s a slow night; their only entertainment now is talking smack about the (presumably) low-rent Latina escort and her redheaded, middle-aged, lesbian of a ‘John’.  Mid-shit-talking, a wavering voice from inside cries out in Spanish.

Zita: ¡Dios mío! ¡Cuánta verga en mi culo!

Hooker: Slut.

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Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2