The car this guy sent to collect is ridiculous and shows he has more money than sense. I have the address of where I'm going but no name.
When I search the address, it's private, so I can't even find out who it is. There are drinks and snacks, and I'm not about to dip my hand in that cookie jar and be charged for it.
I have a feeling if I touch anything, despite the driver telling me I could, that this guy will use it against me going forward.
The car stops and the door is open for me, I look up at the building.
"Go in, Miss. Explain to the front desk why you're here," the driver nods at me and steps back.
Oh great, so now I need to go in and say what? Hi, posh receptionist, I'm Bunny Wild, a p**n star. Mr Big Shot is expecting my company for an hour.
Rolling my eyes, I walk in, and the woman glances at me.
"Name?" She asks.
"Bunny Wild," I reply and she sighs.
"You're here to see Mr Holloway, yes?" she asks, and I nod because I don't know who the hell I am here to see. "Good, now your name, please?" she asks.
"I said, Bunny Wild," is she deaf?
"Your real name, I need your real name," she insists.
"That's not happening," I reply. I don't give out my real name on jobs.
She stares me down but I smile back at her.
"I can't allow you access without your name!" She argues.
"I can't give you my name for privacy reasons," I state.
"You're making him late. Now can I have your name?" She glares at me, and I laugh.
Licking my lips, I lean over the counter. "My name is Bunny Wild. Now, if you insist on arguing over it, fine, but I was meant to start filming in one minute, so you're making me late. So when he complains, I will explain why his one hour was cut short," I say while smirking.
"Miss Long, what is the delay?" Another female walks over.
"She is refusing to give her name" Miss Long explains.
"I gave you my name repeatedly," I state. "You realise my contract with your boss states he can't ask for my personal information, and you're breaking it," I smile at her.
"Miss Long, I suggest you just put her name down as Bunny Wild and stop!" the woman snaps. "Mr Holloway is getting increasingly angry at the delay in her arrival!" She turns and walks away.
I turn and smile at Miss Long.
"Bunny Wild, please follow." The other woman shouts out to me, and I turn, following her up. She looks at me in disgust. I guess I'm hated. I can't help but smile at that; I don't care to be fair.
After years of working in the p**n industry, the dirty looks of strangers mean nothing.
The lift doors open, and I try not to gawp at the lavish room we step into. She walks forward and opens a door. "Wait in here for him," she orders.
I step in and she closes the door, my breath catches in my throat.
Shit. My stomach drops, the large bed is in the centre of the room, and hanging from the walls are whips, paddles, harnesses, ropes, restraints, everything. Everywhere I look, there's something.
St Andrews cross, spanking bench, suspension hooks.
Yeah, now is the time to leave. I've done these things before, but usually after we built up trust, not with a stranger. Then there is the fact this room is far more prominent than any other.
As I turn to leave, I hear movement.
"You're late," a rough voice says from behind a door. I watch as he steps out and walks towards me.
Oh, hell no, no, and no. This is Mr Pierce. I recognised him from the newspapers and articles, but the women said he was Mr Holloway.
"I'm confused, you're Mr Pierce, but your female helpers called your Holloway?" I don't get why.
"No questions, turn," he stands and waits. Sighing, I turn around and feel his eyes on my body. Mr Pierce is a wealthy man. Often showcased in articles with a different woman on his arm.
He's also known for his relationships ending quickly. He changes his women faster than the tyres on an F1 car are during a race. Still, he's hot; everyone votes for him as the hottest guy.
"You are even more stunning in life, Alexis," he says as he steps closer.
"Well, that's not news to me, Mr...What do I call you again?" I ask in a mocking tone.
"Mr Pierce is fine, Alexis, and I was simply complimenting your beauty," he says as he steps closer.
"Well, thank you. However, compliments don't pay bills, My Pierce, and considering you requested me personally, that already confirmed how you felt about my image," I state.
He chuckles and nods. "I did, and it is because of your stunning beauty that I requested you, or partly the reason. I like authentic women, realistic ones, without the fakeness in their bodies." His words send a shiver down my spine.
"Well, do you plan to waste all of your hour talking to me about my looks? You're wasting both our times," I say. I then realised how rude that was, but I don't do small talk. Never have I. He needs to make a move, and now, not later.
"I understand your rush, Alexis. Go straight to business so you can be over and done with this and leave." He steps closer and stands, looking at me. "However, we need to set the rules first, don't you think?" He asks, and I gawp.
Rules? What fucking rules, no one mentioned I would have rules. Unless he means a script, does he have a fantasy roleplay he wants to do? "You mean the script, right?" I ask again.
He chuckles and shakes his head. "Oh no, there will be no script." His words send a shiver down my body. My eyes glance around the room at the equipment. "I need your safeword, Alexis; now, don't tell me you don't have one or need it. I have some very sadistic tendencies, and all the women so far have failed to satisfy them, so you very well may need it," he speaks, and I gulp.
Okay, a safeword is fine. Totally fine. Shit, I peer around the room, I can't just walk out of this, I'm under contract. I need to stay.
Mr Pierce looks at me and waits."Your safeword?" he asks again."I stick to the traffic light system. It makes it easier and means there are no excuses for not stopping," I explain."You think I would ask for your safeword just to ignore it and carry on?" He tilts his head."I don't know you, Mr Pierce, and it wouldn't be the first time someone pretended they forgot my safe word, so traffic lights, even the most vanilla people know red means stop!" I snap."Well, those who ignored your safeword shouldn't even have permission to touch you in such a way," his words are low and almost a growl. "I assure you, regardless of your safeword, you say it, I stop," he stares into my eyes.I nod. "I'll stick with the traffic light system, thanks," I reply."Your Limits? I need to know what they are. As I said, I've yet to find someone who can tolerate my sadistic tendencies. I'm hoping the amount you get will mean that you at least fake it like you enjoy it," he says, and I almost laugh."Waters
I watch as he picks up a remote. As he clicks the button, beeps surround him, and I glance at the camera's setup. The lenses are in hidden spots.Almost perfectly, it helps to make this feel less like porn. I'm still staring at his body. He's like a cocktail.Good and Evil. Saint and Sinner. The God and The Devil. All aspects perfectly combined into one delicious man, god damn Alexis! I shake my head and force the thoughts away.I don't usually obsess over guys, not like this anyway. He grips the straps of my leather outfit and pulls me to him; I'm forced onto my toes as my chest presses against his.My breathing instantly kicks up, and he smirks. Not wanting to shy away, I force my face to lift, my chin jutting out in a defiant stance."Oh, bratty, I like that," he smirks, and his mouth teases my neck. I bite back the moan, something that I rarely have happen. Usually, I have to fake them, but no, that one was genuine and took everything to hold in.His force shocks me but has me wan
Mr Pierce glares at her.“Figure shit out yourselves,” he snaps.“We can’t, Sir; you’re needed. Mr Askley is here. He said he got a message saying you needed him here right away.” Her words are quick, and he groans.He steps away from me and I instantly wish he hadn't now that his body isn't touching mine. I feel cold all of a sudden."Find out who fucked up! Do I look like I messaged him asking for him to meet me!" Mr Pierce glares at her."Right away, Sir." She nods."Tell him I will be there in a few moments." He explains and turns to me."Shall I show your...guest out, sir? Then you needn't worry about how long you're taking," she says."She is busy. I will show her out when she is dressed to leave," he argues."No need; I can show myself out," I reply. Walking into the bathroom, I quickly get changed. Stepping out, he is still waiting."I said you don't need to show me out. Please, go to your meeting." I say."We will arrange another time to continue this, so expect my call," he
I watch as he steps closer and smiles at me."Alexis, your manager...erm, Elon, said I would find you here," he looks towards the door, and I laugh."Let me guess, he was fucking someone when you arrived and didn't care to stop?" I smile at him, and he nods."Seen as our night got cancelled early, I came to rearrange it and discuss a few issues, which recently just came too lightly," he says as he pulls the chair out."You're late!" The voice has me whipping my head around. "Move your fucking ass!" Dale screams at me."A lower tone and nicer language might work better," Mr Pierce looks at him."What? Fuck off, asshole, move it, Alexis!" He shouts, and I stand. I am late, I was meant to be filming five minutes ago. I go to walk over and Mr Pierce stops me."She won't be walking any further until you ask her politely," he says while smirking."Consider yourself fired, mate, I'm telling Elon, so get lost," Dale glares at him."You can't fire me; I don't work for you." Mr Pierce grins and
Biting my lip, I look at him; if he's not going to distribute the video, then Elon won't know about it."I'm pretty sure I said you don't bite that lip anymore," he says as his finger pulls my lip free of my teeth."You won't distribute it?" I ask."No. I have someone I know I can trust to edit it. Once he has edited it and given me the copy, he wipes everything. I will keep one single copy on my laptop, protected with a password, and give another copy to you. Two copies, no more," he explains."Okay, then I will agree," I reply."I will collect you, say, at seven tonight?" he asks."You want to do it tonight?" I have no problem with that, but I didn't think he would be in that much of a rush."No, I plan to take you out for food, and we will discuss the payment, where you want the video sent, and such. I will also bring proof that the person I have editing it has signed an NDA, so you can be sure Elon will not know," he explains, and I nod."Seven is fine, thank you," I reply. I'm gl
We walk in, and instantly, the voices stop, and I feel all the eyes on me. Eros is grinning like he doesn't care that he just walked into a fancy restaurant with what looks like a prostitute on his arm.The talking picks up again but is far quieter, and I know I'm now the topic of communication. As we're guided to a table, I keep my head up. Refusing to shy away or hide.A woman gawps at me, and a look of disgust covers her face. I almost say something until her anger turns to her apparent husband, who's staring at my body.Instead, I laugh and continue to walk. Sitting down, Eros smiles."See, not so bad, was it?" He grins at me."No, I think the guys didn't speak about it, or if they did, they no doubt were asking how to hire me," I replied."I like you, you're witty." He grins at me, and my eyes roll. It wasn't a joke; the women clearly were disgusted by me, and the guys are no doubt going to try and ask Eros later how to find me.The waitress brings the menus. I glance through it.
We've eaten and now are talking. He's shown me the NDA his person has signed to confirm they won't discuss the footage he has to edit. It all is legit."How much do you get? Is it a set amount?" He looks at me."I get 40 per cent, that is after the costs of the studio are taken out, the cost of editing, and everything else." It might seem like I should get a lot from the work I do, but when you consider the cost of editing the footage, the workers who shoot it, and everything else, it drops."I just can't see the math adding up, Alexis. If you consider the fifty I was giving him, you were getting ten per cent of it. Now, I'm not sure who he uses, but five thousand is 40 per cent of about 12.5. I'm good with numbers, that means, he's paying out over thirty thousand in editing costs from this video that he didn't need to hire people to film as I had the cameras set up."His head tilts, and he looks at me. Shit. Technically, I should be getting far more than the five thousand Elon offere
I feel more anxious today than I did yesterday or the first time I met Eros. I'm hiding in his bathroom—I say hiding, but he knows where I am, so it's not exactly hiding.Still, I have been in here for over twenty minutes and can't seem to force myself to open the door. I'm freaking the fuck out. Not over what is going to happen, I actually crave it, and him for some bizarre reasons.I'm freaking out over the kiss last night, well, both of them. It went from business to pleasure, and now I'm not entirely comfortable taking money for this. I'll still do it, but I feel like I should give him back the money.Yeah, this feels personal now—too personal—and I hate that it is starting with him paying me. The knock breaks me out of my thoughts."Are you still alive in there?" Eros asks, his voice full of humour. "There is a second door behind the long mirror if you want to run and hide." His words make me smile, as he's clearly laughing and mocking me.Walking to the door, I open it and face