In Under the Skin, [...] director Jonathan Glazer had the actress go undercover, donning a brunette wig and a British accent; hidden cameras were used so Johannson could pick up ordinary blokes who didn’t realize they were speaking to one of Hollywood’s most famous actresses — or even that they were being filmed. The men were only clued in about the movie set into which they had stumbled after the actress had successfully lured them into her white van. (Some of the men then went on to continue shooting scenes, knowingly, for the film.)

**-"This Is What It’s Like to Get Picked Up by Scarlett Johansson", Time.com, 2014/04/03**

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Once upon a time, there was a video on a porn site.

Okay, there were lots of videos, on lots of porn sites. But we're concerned with one in particular. Specifically, one whose title declared itself to be an amateur, *triple* interracial gangbang. The tags were varied, including things like bukkake, cum eating, shemale, asian, latino, hispanic, white, black, transformation, transgender, slut, bimbo and other things to tantalize the imaginations of the viewing public.

And for all of this *fol-der-rol*, the video started rather tamely, fading in on three spotlights in a nondescript darkened room.

A man steps into one. He's East Asian, wearing a dark blue jumpsuit, his face worn and haggard from toil and care, which also explained the grey at his temples and the scraggly beard on his face. The only odd note was the comic-book style mask on his face.

The second person is a white man, in the work slacks and short-sleeved dress shirt. He's red-haired and pale-skinned, and his eyes are dull brown. He nods at his companion.

"They give you a code name?"

"Ash," says the Asian man, in gravelly tones.

The Caucasian snorts. "Willie. Was the mask your idea?"

"Yeah." Ash smiles like someone who had gotten out of the habit a long time ago. "Don't want to risk my lucrative janitor career."

"I'm pretty sure no one's ever been fired from an engineering job because he was in a porno."

The third man steps into the light. Olive skinned, with a trim little goatee and buzz cut, he's wearing cargo shorts, a white t-shirt, and an open grey sweatshirt with the Mexican flag printed across his chest. Flip-flops complete the ensemble.

"Hey."

"Hey," says Willie. "Let me guess...Harry, and you're a Youtuber."

The Hispanic man snorts. "Larry, and I'm a blogger. I was walking back from the store when this woman in a pink van pulls up, asks me if I want to be in a porno."

"Me too."

"Me three," Ash says.

"What did she look like?" Willie asks.

The Latino man shrugs. "Black, thick hair-" 

"Curves all over?"

"Yeah!"

Ash's brow furrows. "Big, pink lips?"

"Uh huh."

"Where did you meet her?"

"Is that really so important?"

All three men jump at the sound of the fourth voice.

The fourth light comes on, revealing a black woman kneeling in the center of the three men. She's rather well padded, with a low cut top, obviously fake hazel contacts, a pink collar with a gold plate that said "YOURS", and what Ash had heard some of the students refer to as "DSLs".

Of course, any of those boys would probably be stunned by actually finding themselves in the presence of so much...woman. As were the men in question.

"What...what should we call you?" Ash asks.

"Tyra," she says.

"Like the model?" Willie asks.

The woman hefts her ample bosom. "Only in some ways." She licks her lips.

As one commenter said, they were both black, and had hazel eyes, and that was about it. It would be like mixing up Emma Stone and Christina Hendricks because they were both redheads.

Not that he wouldn't mind seeing Banks in a video like this, he added. Or, y'know any of the other women. Preferably all together.

"I'll be your Mistress of Ceremonies for the evening," Tyra declares. "Don't be shy, show me the goods."

The three men exchange confused glances. Their hostess rolls her eyes.

"*Really?* You sign up for a gangbang, but when the curtain goes up, you're all-" she puts a confused, imbecilic look on her face "-*hurr durr, I don't know what she wants us to do!*"

"Wait," Willie says. "You mean our dicks?"

Tyra stares at him, her mouth hanging open a little.

"Well, we sure didn't pick you for your brains. Yes, I want to see your dicks. Your cocks, your penises, your shlongs, your shwartzes. Starting with this guy."

She grabs the loose folds of Ash's jumpsuit, pulls him closer, and then effortlessly rips open the zipper over the crotch.

Commenters praised the acting. It really looked like she had picked up three random guys off the street who didn't know what they were doing.

"Hey!"

"We'll get you a replacement from Wardrobe. Now let's see here-"

Gently, she coaxes his equipment out into the open, and then, with a few quick squeezes-

"Well! Looks like your Tokyo Tower is about ready to enter my Forbidden City!"

"Do I *look* Japanese to you?"

"All you Vietnamese look alike. But little Kim-Jong is going to have to wait a while before he reaches my DMZ. Kiss for good luck?"

"What?"

She leans forward, and plants a kiss on the head of his dick. A rather extended kiss, with lots of tongue. When she turns away, both of the other men are already at half-chub.

"And now *you*."

From the way she pivots towards Willie, the viewers surmise that she's on some kind of rotating platform. A Lazy Slutsan, if you will. She's not exactly delicate as she rips open the white man's pants, and immediately dives in to take little nibbles at his balls. 

She waves a hand at Larry, even as the other hand grasps Willie's rear, for stability. "Feel free to start without me!"

He does. By the time Tyra emerges from her labours, he's squeezing lightly every few seconds, as he watches her run her tongue along the underside of Willie's shaft, then mimicking his handjob at a much faster pace. Suddenly, she jerks to the side as the *guero* stiffens-

And his cum lands on Larry's crotch.

"*Seriously!?*"

"Whoops," Tyra says. "Butterfingers. Let me just-we don't have a towel, so-"

And then she puts her face down there and starts eating the cum.

Operative word being 'starts'. In short order, she's rubbing her face along the shaft, then drawing the side of her tongue along it, then teasing the slit, and then, suddenly, taking it deep, taking it balls deep.

The peanut gallery was quite appreciative.

There were some rather nice shots of the bulge in her throat, the firm grip Larry has on her hair, the way his cock springs back as it clears her mouth, and the way she grabs hold of his manhood and directs his climax onto her breasts.

There's a satisfied look on her face as she turns back to Ash.

"Now, where were we?"

"Uh..." The Asian blinks his long eyelashes. "What do you want me to do?"

"Lick it off."

"*What?*"

"Eat it. You're hungry, aren't you?"

"But I'm not gay."

"You're not?" Tyra half-turns. "How about you two?"

"I'm flexible," Larry says.

"I'm...reconsidering," Willie says, with a thoughtful look on his face.

"See? Get with the program." She cocks her head. "What did you think would happen?"

Ash blinks. His eyelids seem darker somehow, the stubble on his chin gone. "I..."

"You got asked to a gangbang. Did you think that everyone's cocks would just stay in their corners? That there wouldn't be-" She drags a finger through the stuff on her chest. "-this flying around?"

"But-"

Tyra frowns, then grabs his arms and pulls them down so he's only about a foot away from her face. And her chest.

"I...I shouldn't." He looks away, looks back, licks his thicker, fuller lips.

"Well, you don't have to worry about falling over, baby. Willie's got you."

Willie looks confused. *I do?*

Tyra raises an eyebrow. *Yes, you do.*

*Oh.*

He moves into position, the light following him, and grabs Ash by the waist, gingerly. The jumpsuit is loose, so this is the first time the viewers can notice the Asian's wider hips, his narrowed waist. Willie sets his grip firmly, and finds the Asian's crotch grinding against his own.

The comments complimented the effects; they didn't even notice the switch. When the jumpsuit split at the back, revealing a dripping snatch, it was something of a surprise.

Willie grabs his...willie and seeks his target. The Asian seems reluctant, but Tyra has her arms grasped tight. The sleeves of the jumpsuit detach, wrapping around the Asian woman's arms, leaving the rest of her outfit more like a *cheongsam* Chinese dress, albeit one that's black and slick-looking.

Oddly enough, her face is white - the color, not the race - with the red-touched lips and eyes of a Japanese *geisha*.

"Ni zài zuò shénme gěi wo?" she gasps. *What are you doing to me?*

Tyra pulls the woman's bound arms down, to pin her hands between the black woman's knees. She cups the Asian woman's face in both hands.

Gently, gently, she says "you're not licking."

As Willie makes his first thrust, Ash overbalances, sending her facefirst into Tyra's ample cleavage. When her backdoor lover pulls her back, her face is just covered in cum. The mask she was wearing at the start of the programme now covers her eyes completely.

"Nani-?" *What-?*

"I wish you could see yourself." Tyra draws a finger along her companion's face, pops it into her mouth. Then she does the same with her own breasts, holds the finger up under Ash's nose.

There's a nice close up of her nostrils flaring. Her mouth opens. A little trail of drool slides off her tongue, and there's an impact shot of it landing on Tyra's boobs. She cranes her neck forward, but the finger is just out of reach. The white guy isn't thrusting, just standing there hilted, so no help from that quarter.

"Say it," Tyra says. "Say you want it."

"Naneun..." *I...*

"*Say it.*"

With a blush on her face, the Asian whispers "Tôi yêu bạn thời gian dài."

That's racist, the comments noted. But also hot.

Tyra grins like the cat who ate the canary, and pulls the other woman's head down, where she begins lapping up the cream. Then Willie pulls out and thrusts in again, and she cries out. Her flat chest seems to swell, and then kind of explode with a massive pair of boobs busting through the front of her dress.

"That's it, that's a good girl. Willie, how you doing back there?"

"She's *tight*-"

"Of course she is."

The camera switches to a rear view of the white man's rear. Despite the fact that he obviously didn't do crossfit, his butt is still reasonably taut.

At first.

But as he kept thrusting, a curious change came over it. They became rounder, less muscular. His hips grow broad, his thighs fat. The camera dollied up to show his long blonde hair, then back down, dipping below the plane and panning up to show her own wet cunt.

She doesn't seem to mind all the new equipment, and the viewers complemented the shot of her chest expanding, especially the way you couldn't see the rig under the thin cotton shirt she was wearing. At one point she leans forward to share a wet, sloppy kiss with Tyra, only to emerge with thick red lips and obvious blue contacts. Even the experts in the audience couldn't tell when they made the switch.

There was, of course, some debate about whether she was a trans woman who somehow had a vagina put in, whether the vagina was makeup, or whether it was the cock that was the fake. Demands were made for the identity of the participants, but they all seemed to be complete unknowns. The black lady, the Asian woman, the white tranny, and the Latino shemale.

Oh, right, him.

While all this had been going on, Larry had been changing too. The tape had occasionally cut away to his solitary antics, and perhaps more notable than his physical changes (which you're doubtless familiar with by now) were his sartorial ones. 

As his own physique had plumped, the shorts had shortened dramatically, shifting from an olive color to something more like gold. The shirt was pulled away from his chest by the growing mounds, and crept up her stomach to reveal the curves of her belly, including her pierced navel. The sweatshirt was similarly abbreviated, shifted from nondescript grey to bubblegum pink, the flag replaced by the legend "PUTA". The flip-flops became pink and white sneakers, no socks.

It wasn't clear if she had noticed, seeing as she had been handling her *pimento* like it owed her money. That is, with a great deal of care, in order to squeeze out the desired product.

This proved ineffective.

Eventually, she cottons on, and lets out a frustrated cry. She angrily flicks her long, dark hair out of her eyes, fiddles with one of her hoop earrings, and only then does she notice her Caucasian companion's distraction, as well as her unguarded rear entrance.

A smile steals across her face.

Willie's first knowledge of the attack is when Larry's *rodillo* presses into her pucker like Lee flanking Santa Anna. She jumps, and twists to glare at the other woman, who grins back.

"*Hola*. Mind if I join this little *festa*?"

"'Festa' is Portuguese! Pick a language and stick with it!"

"Giiirls," Tyra says, "You're leaving poor Ash here *very* unsatisfied. Is that any way to treat a *mahila*?"

The two intersex individuals glare at her, then glare at each other, then the tape cuts to an establishing wide shot, presumably a few minutes later.

"Ready?" Willie says.

"*Anar,*" the other women grunts, and starts thrusting.

Perhaps you're familiar with the Newton's Cradle, that desk toy loved by executives and physics teachers everywhere, wherein a hanging ball impacts a row of other balls, sending the ball at the other end flying.

Imagine something like that, but with cocks.

Larry thrusts into Willie, who, in turn, thrusts into Ash, who bounces off of Tyra's breasts. It's not clear what satisfaction the last ball derived from the process, given that all of the original cum, including the spatters on her collar, had long been consumed. Even the occasional kisses she granted to Ash seemed lacking, especially compared to their increasing grunts and moans, or the long cries as they came in sequence, the camera rapidly switching between their various O-faces before just giving up and resorting to a splitscreen.

She has a tolerant smile on her face as she watches them waver and collapse, panting heavily, dripping from various orifices. She gives them about a minute before she claps her hands.

"Well!" she says. "Now that you've had your fun, children, it's time to be good to Mama. After all-" she launches into the tune from *Chicago* "-*I've been good to youuu.*"

They give her a set of blank stares. Given that you can't even see Ash's eyes, this is quite a feat.

The black woman looks at an imaginary watch. "I'll give you, oh, five minutes to cool down before we start act t-"

There's a loud noise, and a door springs open. The lights behind it flash red and blue, backlighting the figure in the doorway. What they say the mics don't catch, but it makes Tyra grimace.

"Aw crap," she says. "It's the *fuzz*."

Video ends.

**Ribbed4UrPleasure:** Sequel?

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