Chapter 2
The weeks since her release were a blur of intense sex and relearning of old habits. During the day, when Ralph was scrubbing grease at a local diner, Quinn was caught between two worlds: reliving her time at Hackney Heights in Larry’s office for the movie script and performing on cam for her old fans around the world.
At half past eleven in the evening, after another show in the basement, she hiked up Ralph’s old T-shirt that she wore as a nightgown and sat down on the toilet. With a sigh, she let a strong stream of urine splash into the bowl.
“So tedious, having to go to the bathroom every time I need to pee.”
“Potty training didn’t even take three weeks,” he said with a grin. “I still think we should have gotten you a dummy.”
Quinn stuck out her tongue. “Drop your pants and I’ll show you what I like to suck on.” She got up and flushed. “You should have given me a spanking whenever I had an accident. Then it might have gone faster.””
He laughed. “I doubt it. You love that too much. Besides, you can’t show up on set with welts on your ass.”
“Right. I’m a professional.”
“What about these?” he asked, nodding toward the pack of pull-up diapers on the vanity. “I think you’re almost ready to go back to regular panties.”
Quinn put her hands on his shoulders and looked him straight in the eye. “Papa Bear, we’ve been together for, what, four years? When have you ever seen me wear panties?”
“Uh. Good point.”
“Panty lines under a dress are the worst. And they only get in the way of what needs to be done.” She kissed him on the lips. “I’ve never fucked or masturbated this much in my life. Not even when I was still shooting porn.“
“I’m not complaining.” He swept her off her feet, making her yelp. “How are the interviews going, by the way? Do you have enough for the script?”
“Almost there. Larry’s already started writing a few of the dream scenes.” She looked up into his eyes. “Oh, did I tell you they’re trying to get Audrey to direct?”
Ralph threw her on the bed. “Audrey? Isn’t she retired?”
“In a way we all are. But this could very well be the last big-budget porn flick, so it deserves the best of the best. We already have Marvin and Jake. Absolutely everybody wants to be part of this.”
When he sat her down on the bed, she reached inside his boxers, grabbing the dick she had missed for months. Content that it was already getting hard, she pulled the pants down and gave it a kiss.
“So it’ll be your last hurrah,” he said, sitting down next to her. “One final old-fashioned filthy movie.”
“Yes. We’re like the last of the dinosaurs after the comet struck. Rawr!” She opened her mouth wide to take him in, pushing a little to get him down her throat.
He groaned, holding her hair back as she worked on him. “God, I love having you here.”
A few days later, Quinn was lying on the couch, her head in Ralph’s lap, eyes closed, and a blissful smile on her face. For the third time this evening, the vibrator hummed under her diaper. Her legs were already trembling, and her orgasm was approaching with the power of a runaway freight train.
She grunted, pushing a load of shit into her diaper, just moments before the orgasm hit her. The smell filled the air immediately.
“What happened?” Ralph asked, chuckling. “I thought you were making progress.”
“This one was deliberate.” Quinn took a deep breath, her legs twitching. “I’ve been sitting in my shit for months. I miss my filth. Do you mind?”
He stroked her hair and inhaled. “You go ahead, Muffin. I love it when you stink.”
“Me, too, Papa Bear.” She sat up. “And I love shitting when I come.”
She slowly pulled up the hem of her shirt and let her bare breasts drop. “Wanna go play downstairs? There’s still plenty left. I can poop on your dick and suck it off.”
“Don’t you want to save a bit for tomorrow? You’ve got another show, remember?”
“Damn. You’re right.” She wiggled her butt, spreading the mess inside her diaper. “What about your project? How did the negotiations go?”
“Pretty good, I’d say. If I pour in my savings and you add some of the movie money, we should have enough to buy a stake.”
Quinn closed her eyes. “Our own sex club. Wow. We’re moving up in the world.”
“The basement’s going to be your domain. You can make it as dirty as you want it.” He grinned, cupping her breast under her shirt. “Vince really needs partners. There’s plenty of paying customers, but he doesn’t have the stomach for our kind of fun.”
“I’m gonna wear that red sparkly thing to our grand opening. I’ll look super respectable, at least when I’m not doing my shows.” She put her head against his chest. “And you have to wear a suit, Papa Bear. You clean up really nice.”