On The Sixth Day BEFORE Xmas...Teaser 7

Yesterday was somewhat a bust on writing.  Although I did a bit here and there, it was nothing that I would call major...barely getting 4 pages (Word format) written.  I just didn't feel it in my so other than doing a bit more revisions, slowly moved forward.

Spent most of my time playing around with my Xmas graphics, LOL.  Now I'm working on the minor tweaks, finding a stray shadow here, or a spot where two items are merging into each other so having to move them slightly.  It's almost done, but the biggest bitch I'm finding is lighting...lighting makes the image, and if it's not right, it's not worth the work, hehehe.  I have a fireplace, so have to make the lighting from it look natural.  Then there's a lamp that needs lighting, followed by some candles, etc.  It all adds up to the perfect shot...I'm almost there...

Anyways, that's all I've been doing the last day.  So here's your daily teaser of Lapdancing Girlfriend Chapter 06!

The barrage of questions pummeled Jen’s shocked mind as she was again blinded by a multitude of flashes coming from the Paparazzi—or Pornorazzi as Mr. DeWight had jokingly called them—and their questions.

Jen completely forgot about her issues with the taxi as she was once again beset by over a dozen reporters, all asking questions at once, each one trying to yell over his counterpart as they continued to take pictures of her.

This time Mr. DeWight was not there to save her, and for a moment she felt like a deer in the headlights until she recalled what she had been told by the Public Relations people at DSA Headquarters. Taking a deep breath realizing she could not make it into the club without going through the throng of reporters and answering at least a couple questions, she steeled herself for more embarrassment.

Raising a hand, she said loudly, “Gentlemen! Please, one at a time,” she told them. Looking at the first reporter she smiled and said, “You.”

Immediately the reporter asked her, “Miss Diamond, was Steel Rod’s dick the largest you ever had?”

Up until now Jen had only vaguely remembered Sean’s porn star name as she smiled, gathering her thoughts.

Finally she said, “The biggest? No, but it was definitely a nice tight fit,” she smiled and winked as she watched several reporters—those without tape recorders or phones—hastily write down her words.

Pointing to the next guy, he asked, “Is it true the scene wasn’t scripted for sex, but you demanded it for more realism?”

Jen blushed, recalling the frustrating attempts at getting the correct look while Melissa her photographer coached her, finally being penetrated by Sean who mistook her look. Immediately she felt her crotch warm up as she remembered the feel of his hard cock entering her.

She also wondered how the reporters got their information. Other than her and Sean, there were five other people present. She knew Melissa and Velvet would not have said anything; however, the more she thought of it, she suddenly comprehended many people at DSA would probably have seen the video by now, as Melissa had said it would be reviewed by an editorial department, the graphics would be cleaned up, and so forth.

Seeing the expectant looks of the reporters around her, she finally said, “It’s true it was not supposed to be a full penetration scene,” she eventually admitted. “But I admit I’m not a good actress, so we needed the realism to get the scene just right,” she finally said.

Answering several more questions mostly about her feelings for the tour, Jen finally made it to the club doors, feeling a wave of relief as she walked in, the reporters all staying outside even while she was again pummeled by flashes from their cameras and phones through the glass doors.