"Gravity Falls, huh? Geez, who comes up with these weird names?"

Mark mumbled as he looked at the GPS on his phone. The digitized map took him through the forest-lined road in his car, in a small Oregon town called Gravity Falls. He figured he could do some work in a cozy, close-to-nature place like this.

Mark hailed from California and had a fruitful career as an actor in Los Angeles. But he wasn't just any actor, at least not the type you'd see in your local cinema. Sure, he's been in front of a camera. Yes, he has worked with plenty of studios both big and small. And of course all his film work has been published. Just mostly on the internet. In places like Pornhub.

As much as he enjoyed being paid to bang hot and voluptuous women on the daily, he lost the spark for it and reached a point where he was just going through the motions, and over time became jaded and even irritated by the industry. It was all the same. Meet the woman/women in a hot, too bright stage, do the do as directed by some douche with a megaphone behind the camera, ejaculate all over the woman/women's face, clean up, rinse and repeat. It was all the same positions, same settings, and same outcome. They never even let him improvise or even cum anywhere except the face. It was all so tiresome.

He realized that if he went Indie and made his own videos, he could have more control over the creative process and potentially make so much more money, without having to factor in cuts from whatever company hired him. With that in mind he decided to travel the country and find some pretty faces and hot bodies to put on camera for the series he started, tentatively titled "Cross Country Cutie Collection".

So Mark gathered up his savings to buy a new car for the long road trip, some high quality video cameras, and a plethora of sex toys. He also made sure the car was big enough to be able to fuck inside it if the situation required it. And it has.

In his travels through the American West Coast, sometimes the women who agreed to record a video did it for free and other times he had to pay for the girls to participate. Either way, he got plenty of good footage from all the women he's laid with on camera who were all hot, young, pretty, and most important of all, willing and cooperative.

After a brief scouting drive through the town, Mark sat parked somewhere, his spirits dampened. He started thinking coming to this town wasn't a good idea because he was sure it didn't have the right "people" for his project. All the hotties would have moved out to Portland or went down to his home state of California. They were likely getting deals from bigger, more professional agencies. The thought that he lost out on some quality girls dampened his spirits. His only hope was to find whatever hot, young girls remained that were desperate enough to get dicked on camera for money.

Mark's stomach growled, taking his mind off of his grand plan for a second. He realized he hadn't had a bite in a good minute and he needed to find a place for some decent food. Luckily, he saw signs telling him that he was coming up to a place called the Greasy Diner.

Soon, he pulled into the parking lot. Entering the establishment, he found it was a small place and looked like your average, everyday roadside diner with its tiled floors, windowside booths, and the long counter that took up most of the interior, with at least three people sitting having a coffee or a meal or chatting up a staff member. He sat down and waited to be served.

It didn't take long until a girl dressed in a pink uniform arrived. Her hair was long, blonde and tied up in a bun and her eyes, which bore the bored look of every small town waitress Mark had ever seen were a shiny, easygoing blue. He found them rather mesmerizing coming from an average, wage-working girl.

"Welcome to the Greasy Diner. What can I get ya today?" Asked the blonde whose plain drawl didn't hide her disinterest for her own job.

"Hello, uh…" Mark narrowed his eyes to read the girl's name on her name tag "...Pacifica. For now, I just want some coffee to start."

"Of course." She nodded before walking off. A few minutes later, the girl came back and served him his coffee in a piping hot mug.

"Thank you." Mark said as he ripped open a small packet of sugar and a tiny container of creamer from the table before pouring the contents of both and mixing them with the small spoon he was given.

"You're welcome. Say, you're not from around here, are you?" She said as she eyed the man's appearance curiously.

"Nah, I'm just passing by. On my way to Portland, actually."

The blonde was pretty, Mark thought. But she seemed to be a bit on the young side, somewhere between twelve and thirteen. Maybe pushing fourteen. Either way, she was definitely under lawful working age.

"You're a bit young to be working, aren't you?" Said the stranger.

"Yes. Yes I am. What about it?" There was an irritated edge in her tone.

Mark put up his hands defensively. "Sorry, I don't mean to offend. It's just not something I see every day."

Pacifica shrugged. "It's a small town in the middle of buttcrack nowhere. It bends the rules a little even if we still have local cops. Though people around here have gotten away with worse than child labor."

"I see. But why work for a diner anyways? Don'tcha got school or something?"

"It's Summer Break. And if you have to know, my family lost all their money after a certain… Incident. Right now, I'm trying to make it on my own. Without them." Pacifica seemed very proud about that.

Mark gave a warm smile. "Wow, aren't you a real independent woman? I find that kinda inspiring to be honest. Someone like you deserves better than some cheap Diner in the middle of Nowhere."

"Aww, thank you." Pacifica blushed and toyed with a lock of her hair.

Mark was about to say something but was interrupted by another diner asking for his bill.

"Sorry, I gotta take this. If you need me for anything else, just call me. You saw my name tag." Pacifica smiled before walking away.

The man sighed. He felt like he missed out on a good opportunity. Videos of girls with her body type and looks could earn a pretty penny. Heck, her real age doesn't even need to be disclosed. Though he had a feeling she wouldn't have accepted anyways. Seemed too above that kind of degeneracy. Too bad. He'd love to break her in himself.

Mark's attention was drawn to the ringing bell above the diner's door and two girls entered. One was a tall, freckled redhead in a green flannel shirt and a Ushanka hat and the other one was a full on emo/scene girl in an all purple getup which also included her hair.

Looking at them more thoroughly, Mark realized that he really liked the face on the redhead. She looked on the lean side but he held an inkling she had to be a little buff under that flannel. Looks like she could take a good pounding.

The emo on the other hand had a bit more meat on her bones, therefore more curve to her body. Mark couldn't help but think how good she'd look with a dick in her mouth. He wanted to see that bored face on camera turn into pure, lust filled bliss, eyes rolling to the back of her head and her tongue hanging out while she's taking it fast and hard.

Mark realized he was hungry for more than some lunch. He may have just been an actor and indie filmmaker but the man had his "needs" and this was the best way he could fulfill them.

They both sat close to Mark's booth and he listened to their conversation carefully.

"Man, this sucks." The redhead said bitterly. "Dad won't let me work at the Mystery Shack anymore. Or anywhere this summer. Says I gotta 'keep my head in the books for college' so he got me into some summer courses."

The emo answered back. "At least you still got some dough saved up. Robbie turned out to be a cheapskate. The dude never has any money even though he works with his parents!"

The redhead shook her head. "Unreal. I'm telling you, ya gotta drop that guy like a bad habit. He's not good for you."

"I know, I know. I just… It's hard. It really is. But I guess I gotta start chasing my own bag, because Robbie can't do it."

"Same. But how, though?"

Mark thought for a second that he was back in Vegas getting lucky on the slots, because he could hear the jackpot bells ringing in his head. He knew that this was his chance and he wasn't gonna let it slip this time. He got up from his seat and approached the girls.

"Hello ladies." Mark approached them, giving them the "suave gentleman" act.

"Uh, hi?" The emo awkwardly greeted the man cautiously.

"Somethin' we can uhh, do for you, dude?" The redhead asked.

Mark nodded. "Really sorry for bothering you, but I couldn't help but listen in on your convo and I might have heard something about… financial issues?"

"Were we that loud or are you just that nosy?" Emo asked.

"Alright, what's your deal? Sounds like you're gonna sell us something." Wendy folded her arms defensively.

"Oh I'm not selling you a thing. In fact, I think I have the answer to all your problems." The stranger handed his business card to the girls.

The redhead didn't read the card and instantly went on the offensive. "Dude, we're not those kinds of girls."

"Not yet, anyways." Tambry said with biting cynicism.

"What? Oh no no no, I'm not insinuating anything like that. I just want you to hear me out. Few minutes of your time and if you don't like it, I'll be outta your hair for good. That sound fair enough?"

The slightly annoyed purple haired one spoke. "You have five minutes. Make every second count, buddy."

"Yeah, give us a pitch that would put New York stock brokers to shame. Sell us here and now or we walk." Wendy added.

Mark held a hand up. "Before I go on, I think we should get names first. Doesn't seem right if I don't know who you are and you don't know who I am."

"Right. Name's Wendy. Nice meet ya." The redhead greeted warmly.

"Tambry." The emo said plainly.

"Wendy. Tambry. Pleasure to meet you both. Finally I have names for these pretty faces."

"Barf." Tambry rolled her eyes.

Wendy couldn't help but laugh. "A real pickup artist aren't ya, Mr…"

"You can just call me Mark. I'm an… independent filmmaker who's traveling all over the country and you two are perfect candidates for the next episode in my new series." Mark paused. The redhead seemed interested, but the purple haired one was still skeptical.

"Filmmaker, huh? What kinda movies you make, Mark?" Wendy asked.

"Wait… you look kinda familiar, actually. Oh crap don't tell me you are who I think you are…" Tambry narrowed her eyes on the man.

Mark gave a little chuckle. "Oh? Have we met before? I guess I do get around a lot."

"No no, that's not it. Hold on, lemme…"

Tambry focused on her phone. Several rapid taps later and her eyes darted between Mark and her screen.

A gasp slipped from her lips and her bored, shrouded eyes became high-alert wide. She looked between her screen and Mark rapidly like she needed to confirm something multiple times.

"I can't… this is literally Marcus Day sitting across from us!" Tambry's voice was raised louder than usual.

Wendy took her turn to be shocked. "No freakin' way. Dude, you're a porn star!?"

"I see my reputation precedes me, even in a small town like this. I don't go by that name anymore, though. You're a fan of my work, I take it?" Mark laughed.

"No, I hate professional porn. I think it's all trash and the industry is toxic and damaging to its actors and actresses." Tambry said firmly.

Mark felt vindicated hearing that. "Don't I know it."

"I like your amateur stuff, though. I dig it when it's not all blinding lights and girls screaming and pissing themselves pretending to cum." Tambry admitted with a smile.

Mark felt relief and satisfaction wash over him. "Oh my gosh, someone who gets it! And I'm glad you like my indie work."

"So wait. Does this mean, you're tryna recruit us for a… porn shoot?" Tambry asked.

"Oh crap, are we about to get Casting Couched? Or Fake Taxi'd?" Wendy asked.

"Heck no, I am not gonna work for an industry that's abusive to its actors. No deal, bro." Tambry turned her face away.

Mark tried to rein everything in. "Now hold on, ladies. I am not doing anything of the sort. In fact, I'm not even in the industry anymore. I quit ages ago."

"Why? Tired of getting paid for giving facials to hot girls?" Wendy asked.

"Sort of. Pretty much all the reasons you described are why I left. And in my few decades as an actor, I had no creative input whatsoever. I was paid to fuck and look hot doing it, not to think."

"Well, looking hot is definitely right…" Wendy said with a raise of her eyebrows.

"Chill, Wendy. It hasn't even been a week since the last time you hooked up with a guy." Tambry rolled her eyes.

"Still too long, if you ask me."

"Anyways, you want us to what… be in one of your videos?" Tambry asked.

Mark nodded. "Yes I do. I think you girls would look amazing on camera. Heck I bet you post selfies online all the time, Tambry. Your comments and DMs must blow up and your likes are in six digits on the reg."

Tambry clicked her tongue and tried to hide a smile. "Nah man, not even close. Just friends, family, people in school and sometimes creeps asking for feet pics."

Wendy rubbed her chin ponderously. "But being in porn… not something I ever thought about doing but it doesn't sound like a bad idea."

"Dude. Mark. Before we even think about this, do you even know how old we are?" Tambry asked.

Mark almost dreaded this question but he knew it was a bandaid he had to rip eventually. He looked the two over, humming and contemplating with a hand under his broad, slightly scruffy chin.

"I dunno… maybe in the ballpark of say, eighteen? Nineteen? I can definitely say you two are still teens."

Wendy giggled and Tambry scoffed.

"Well dude, you're right about one thing. We are still teens." Wendy said playfully.

"But you're highballing those numbers." Tambry said bluntly.

Mark felt like he was walking through a minefield. But regardless he pressed on. "Seventeen?"

"Lower." Wendy said with a smile.

Mark was sweating. He had no problems working with younger girls since it wouldn't be his first time. And he didn't care about getting in trouble since the girls were always willing and cooperative enough to stay quiet (sometimes for the right price). He just found it hot that these girls were younger than they looked and he felt his loins stirring under his jeans.

Tambry gestured for Mark to get closer. He leaned forward and met her halfway over the table.

"Try fifteen, my dude." The emo girl said before she leaned back in her seat, flashing the older man a scandalous smile.

"Fuck…" Mark felt a knot in his gut and his jeans felt like they shrunk.

"That isn't a deal breaker is it?" Wendy asked.

Mark's heart hammered in his chest. "N-No, not at all. If anything, that's a deal-maker."

"Sounds like we're more valuable to you than you thought huh?" Tambry gave a smug smirk.

"I won't lie. You are. And I'm itchin to put you both in front of a camera. As soon as possible."

"You know we're not gonna do this for free, right?" Tambry emphasized by rubbing her thumb and index together in that universal sign.

Mark chuckled, more than ready for such a price. "Of course, I'll make sure you two are well paid and well treated. And don't worry, I'm not gonna put you two in a corner in the dead of night. You two cuties are gonna be great actresses and we're all gonna hit it big. So whaddya say?"

"How much money are we talking about?" asked the redhead, who was leaning forward.

The emo spoke up. "Yeah. Let's say me and my friend here are interested. The price gotta fit the work, y'know what I mean?"

Mark smiled. He had them now. "Three hundred dollars each per video. We can discuss how many we'll make later. I was thinking one or two maybe."

The two young girls were surprised at the sum of money that the stranger was offering them.

But the redhead wasn't stupid, she knew they could definitely get more. It was no secret that the porn industry produces millions of dollars a year and she had no interest in getting short-changed.

"I gotta say, you drive a pretty hard bargain, Mark. But first I would like to talk about this with my… "business associate" here in private."

"Not that we're not interested. We just need some time to think it over, y'know?" The emo added.

"Of course, I'll be here waiting for you." Mark continued drinking his coffee, watching the girls walk outside.

-

"Sounds like a good deal to me. We get on camera for a video or two, we fuck this guy and we make some easy bank. Plus, he's pretty hot. I haven't got laid in a good minute. Might be fun." Wendy said while leaning against a tree outside the Greasy Diner.

"Yeah, I think I'm sold, too. Dude must be loaded and a beast in the sack." Tambry said with a nod.

The redhead was a little surprised at her friend's saucy comment. "Tambry, you have Robbie, though."

"I know, but I need the money. Besides, Robbie will never have to know."

Wendy could care less if Robbie knew. Tambry was better off without him anyways.

"Exactly. But I think we can milk more cash outta this guy., We need someone to negotiate a better deal."

The door to the Greasy Diner opened and the two girls saw Pacifica walk out.

Wendy had a brilliant idea. Turning to the blonde, she cupped her hands in front of her mouth. "HEY, PAZ!"

The blonde looked at the other two girls with a slight scowl. She was about to ignore them but she remembered that the redhead- Wanda, she thought- was a friend of Dipper and Mabel. She decided to spare a few minutes of her one hour break to see what was up.

"Hey." said Pacifica, not wanting to say her name in case she was wrong.

Wendy was glad that she got her attention. "We need your help, dude. You used to be rich before you lost it all, right? Maybe your parents' business sense rubbed off on you and you can help us strike a good deal with this guy Tambry and I are thinking about working with."

"With that Mark guy? The guy who just got here from out of state? And you're making a deal with him just like that?" Pacifica couldn't believe what she was hearing. She expected such naiveté from Dipper and Mabel, not two older girls who should know any better.

"As you can see, we're a little desperate and strapped for cash. If you help us out, you can get a piece of that pie, too. We all know you need it." Tambry added.

The waitress didn't like being reminded of the fortune her foolish father had lost. But she had to admit that Tambry was right. And she was a little curious about what they're doing and what she might get out of it, so she lended an ear out of curiosity.

"Okay, I'll bite. What are we working with here?"

"Porn." Wendy bluntly stated.

Pacifica looked as though she misheard her. Her jaw hung slightly in disbelief and she paused for an uncomfortably long time.

"Please tell me you didn't just say 'porn'." Pacifica pinched the bridge of her nose.

"No no, she did. Me and Wendy are gonna get on camera and get fucked by some older dude for a few hundred bucks." Tambry explained plainly.

"What the f- a few hundred bucks!?" Pacifica nearly shouted.

"Three hundred to be exact." Wendy clarified.

"Per video." Tambry added.

"Oh my gosh, you… do you two realize how much leverage you have for asking for way more?"

"That's why we're asking you, dude." Wendy said.

"Did you two tell him how old you are?" Pacifica asked.

Tambry nodded. "We did."

Wendy shrugged. "We figured it was for the best to be on the safe side."

"He seemed totally on board with it." Tambry said.

"Even turned on by it." Wendy pointed out with a laugh.

"Oh, I knew he would." Pacifica said with boss-like confidence.

Tambry asked. "How do ya figure?"

"Just from the short talk I had with him, I had a feeling he wanted to rope me into something. He already had an idea about my age and he had the look of a sleazy agent wanting to offer me a 'job'. I'm just glad a customer called for me before he got a chance to give me his sales pitch."

Wendy nodded. "Okay, so we can use our age as leverage. What else?"

"We also gotta think about every part of the production you can use for fees as well as royalties for whenever he decides to post it online." Pacifica explained.

Wendy casually shrugged. "Sounds good to me.

"Oh and it's important that we also type and print out a contract. Make him agree to our terms and sign it before you two get started on that uhh…. porn." Pacifica suggested.

"There's a photocopier place nearby we can go to for a quick type and print." Tambry said.

Pacifica smiled. "Nice. Let's make some dirty money, girls."

"Heck yeah!"

They all shared high fives before getting into Wendy's dad's truck and hitting the road.

Mark was a bit surprised when the girls returned with Pacifica, the waitress from earlier. The three of them sat in front of the man and the blonde brought up a contract.

"Whoa ho hooo, what's this?" He asked with a delighted rise in his voice.

"Looks like these fine young ladies talked ya into it too, huh? Hey, more girls, the better I always say."

"I'm not getting on camera for your dirty movies, if that's what you're thinking." Pacifica strongly affirmed.

Mark held his hands up as if conceding. "Hey, don't sweat it. I'm not one to force people to do anything they don't want to. I prefer girls who are into it. A shame though. I think you'd have killed it."

"I think I'll stick to being Wendy and Tambry's Business Manager, thank you."

She handed the freshly printed contract to Mark. He read it very carefully, humming and smiling at how it was Lawyer quality work. There was no ambiguity or doublespeak in the wording, nor could he see any loopholes that either he or the girls could use to finesse their way around it. He was impressed by how they came up with something like this in so little time.

"In all my 37 years of being alive, I've been with hundreds, maybe even thousands of women. Not a single one of them was as tight as this contract. And I don't believe that even women double your age could come up with anything like this."

"I'm sure you'll find these terms more than reasonable for all parties involved." Pacifica's tone oozed with smugness.

Mike chuckled. "I gotta say, you definitely got my balls in a vice with these terms. 750 bucks per girl for each scene. 600 for you as the middlewoman. Not to mention all these fees. Time fees, fetish fees, silence fees. Oh we're going there, huh? Not to mention 15% of royalties from whatever the videos make."

"Are these acceptable?" Pacifica asked.

The older man nodded. "Yeah definitely. I can work with this. Especially considering the um… Circumstances."

Mark leaned forward, keeping his voice low as he spoke.

"So. Thirteen, huh?" Mark asked as his eyes bounced to Pacifica.

Pacifica crossed her arms in a display of total control. "Yes and as you can see I'm more clever than all the bimbos you 'worked with' in your industry."

Mark laughed. "Ain't that the truth. You're not that far behind these two, either."

Wendy nodded. "Yup. But don't worry, Tambry and I still know our way around a dick or two."

"Unlike her." Tambry pointed to Pacifica.

"Hey!" Pacifica snapped.

"And with that in mind, we all know how seedy this is, so we suggest you give us your full cooperation, Mark. And everything in cash. Up front. Capisce?" Tambry said with her best mob boss impression.

Mark gave a hearty laugh. For some reason he enjoyed how smart and thorough these girls were. It was a breath of fresh air from all the dumb sluts who just wanted some dick or money or both. The three girls looked at him like he was crazy.

"You three. I like you. I think I'm gonna enjoy my time with you guys."

"Likewise, hopefully." Pacifica said, maintaining her professionalism.

Mark signed the contract and smiled as he witnessed the start of a very fruitful business relationship. Wendy and Tambry exchanged high fives while Pacifica grinned and nodded in satisfaction for a job well done.

"So when do we start?" Wendy asked.

"How bout now?" Mark proposed.

Wendy nodded. "I'm down. Tambry?"

"Heck yeah, let's get it on." The emo excitedly agreed.

"Well in that case, I think we should find a more private place." Mark suggested.

"The forest sound good? " said Wendy, who was a tad too excited.

Mark nodded. "Hell yeah. An outdoor scene would be perfect in a place like this."

The three got up from their seats before heading out the door. Wendy and Tambry were surprised to see their younger peer tagging along.

"Uh, Paz? You sure you wanna come with?" Wendy asked her "Manager" with uncertainty.

"Of course. Gotta see how the business operates and all that. And make sure he only screws you literally and not financially." Pacifica stated plainly.

Tambry spoke up. "I dunno if we should take you. You're like ten."

Pacifica seemed offended. "Thirteen, thank you very much. And where do you get off telling the girl who literally got you the best deal out of this guy she can't come?"

Wendy tried to mediate. "She's right, Tam. She's the reason why we're gonna make mad racks. It would be weird not to let her tag along."

"True." Tambry conceded.

"Besides that, we could use an extra hand on the camera to get more angles. Pacifica could help." Mark pointed out.

"Not gonna lie, I'm kinda stoked for this." Wendy said with a genuine smile stretching between her freckled cheeks.

"Is it weird if I think the idea of getting fucked on camera's kinda hot?" Tambry asked.

Mark shook his head. "No, not at all. I knew plenty of fellow actors like that. And who knows? Maybe you'll end up like them and make it big in the amateur porn scene. You might even get to leave this small town. Maybe start actin' in LA with me and whoever else I recruit." Mark proposed.

"Not a terrible idea. Getting tired of this trash dump town anyways." Tambry said.

Wendy nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I'm down to ditch this place, too."

Mark smiled as dollar signs formed in his eyes. Turns out going indie was starting to pay off after all.