Walking through the building, I reach the office and wait. I chew my lip and consider this. I can hear from here that he is fucking her, but I don't want to wait until he's finished to be able to leave.
Knocking, I wait. I hear him groan, 'Come in', sick bastard. I open the door and step in. The noise of him fucking her gets louder instantly.
"You wanted to see me," I grit the words out and keep my eyes lowered.
"Ah, Alexis, yes, I need you," he groans, and I fight back the gag as I hear his skin slapping against hers. She's relatively quiet, so she either gagged with something or his hand. "Look at me, Alexis, stop being shy and acting like you haven't seen two people fuck," he laughs slightly, then grunts.
I've seen hundreds of people fuck, but I have no want or need to see him doing it. My eyes stay down.
"That's it, take me deeper." His words almost have me throw up in my mouth, "Alexis, I will not speak if you're not looking at me." He growls his words.
My head snaps up, and I focus on his face, trying not to let them drop to where he has her bent over the desk.
"I had a call. A job has come in for you," he groans his words and seems to fuck her faster.
"That's fine, message me the details," I say as I turn to leave.
"Don't you leave. I need to give details in person," he grunts his words.
"I would rather leave and you message me then I don't have to be tortured anymore by the sound of you using a woman," I snap and he laughs. My words seem to have spurred him on as he moves faster.
"Look, you get five thousand for it; how does that sound? Five thousand for one scene with the beautifully talented Bunny Wild." he groans and pulls her up and fucks her faster.
Five thousand for one hour is a lot; typically, it doesn't go over two, and that's for more demanding scenes.
"So where is it happening?" I ask. He's like my manager, so often finds me work outside of his own business.
"His personal house," his words end, and he groans. I watch as he whispers into her ear and releases her. She walks past me and lies on the sofa.
She's new. There are two types of workers here, me, who come and do scenes for the p**n, and that's it. Then there are ones like her who go personal. This wasn't filmed, and this wasn't p**n, but no doubt he offered her a lot, and she took it.
She's stepped over the line of working p**n star to prostitute.
"Why his house?" I ask. It's rare we do them in other houses. Who is going with me, and why is he willing to pay that much for a video of me?"
"One, his personal house because he has what he needs there," his words are louder. "No one is going; he has his own setup. I've sent him locations of where to place the cameras, and it's not for a video of you. Well, he gets that, but he is going to be the main male star in it." He grins and flicks the cig in the ashtray.
"What?" Is he joking? "No, that's not p**n. That's prostitution, no," I say again, just in case he missed the first no.
"Look, it's not like that. We get all the footage, edit and produce it, we still earn the royalties and shit, only he stars in it," he explains. It is like that, people don't request, not like this.
A company may request that we join together, but they don't request that one of us join them. I've never had someone ask me to do a video with them in it. That's over the line.
"Find someone else; I won't agree to that," I say and turn; his hand stops me from leaving.
"You don't get a choice; you're under contract, remember?"
"Yeah, but my contract doesn't state I have to agree to fucking a guy who wants to get his fantasy lived out," I argue.
"No, but your contract states any job that we produce or edit you must do. We're editing and producing it, so you're doing it," he says while smirking and shit, he's right. "If less, you're willing to buy yourself out of the contract, Bunny Wild?" He leans closer, and I gag at his breath.
"If I have no fucking choice, why even ask? Just tell me," I grit out.
"You have a choice; you refuse and pay to remove yourself out of the contract or break the contract."
Break the contract? If I was going to break the contract, I may as well just pay to get myself out of it, not that I can.
"You know that isn't an option, so why ask and not tell?" I shout.
"I was being nice, Alexis, but I guess next I will just order you to do it, yes?" He smirks, and I watch as he moves around his desk. He throws the pills into his mouth and drinks the whiskey.
He plans to fuck her again, so I need to finish up this conversation now, not later.
"Where am I going and when?" I ask.
"Tonight, I will send you the address, although he has said he will have a car collect you and take you to his place. Remember, Alexis, you're under contract; how you act tonight reflects on me, and I won't have you playing up." He steps closer and presses his body against mine.
Eww, I can feel his cock. I don't step back, though; I glare into his face. He won't scare me.
"You do what he says when he says. He knows your limits; anything else is an open book. He can do it and use you." He turns, and I don't reply; I just turn and walk out of the room.
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 porn 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 you
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