Working Woman

Standing beneath the spray of the shower, I rub the cloth across my body and get rid of the last three hours of work. I'm eager to get the scent of sex and men off my body.

Today's scene was one of the more challenging ones; it wasn't challenging in a way that made me want to avoid doing it or disagree. Just Anal is always more tricky and takes so much longer than the usual sex ones.

The thrill I had the first day I walked into this studio has disappeared. Now, nothing is thrilling. I've done pretty much everything, and it all feels the same.

The industry is okay at its best but is full of self-righteous, self-obsessed pricks who think because they have the prick, they run the show. They see us women as the extra, the ones who can be easily replaced.

Yeah, because all those guys out there who fuck me for the cameras will open their legs to a guy. No, they won't, so without women, they have no fucking job.

The scripts here start good, but then the jerks decide to go with the flow, and that, is how I ended up with an anal scene I wasn't told about.

"It feels right, slut, and the viewers will like it."

Those were the words he whispered into my ear as he decided just to do it without my approval because he knew I'd done it before.

I'm bored of it now, not just this whole business, the job, but even sex. When you have tried everything over and over, what's left to enjoy? I turned pleasure into a career, and now, well, it feels like one.

These scenes can go either way. The first is that I smile at the guy, play all nice, and talk dirty for a while until the cameras come on; then, well, I open my legs, wait for it to end, and say goodbye afterwards.

On the rare occasion, it's a guy I actually know, and heaven forbid like because he's got more than just a cock for brains, we talk and laugh and have fun to start with. Then we go to the usual routine.

Some of the women still enjoy it; for me, though, it's nothing special anymore. I am still waiting for that one guy to step out and do something different and new, but they never do.

They won't; they all know what they want and like and aim to do that. After all, people believe it's only men who watch p**n, so what they like to watch is what they aim to create.

I shut off the water and step out of the shower as the door opens, looking up I see Clara stepping into the bathroom.

"I'm glad you're done. I need the shower," she says as she steps into it. We don't shy away from showing our bodies or seeing each other. Then again, it isn't like me and Clara haven't been filmed together.

I grab the towel and begin to dry myself as she washes her body. "Stinking idiots," she grumbles, and I laugh. Making p**n, she will do. Swearing, however? That she struggles with, except while filming, she gets into the role and happily screams 'Fuck me' or 'I'm your whore daddy'. Yeah, she swears a lot during filming, but after the cameras switch off? She could pass as a nun if you heard her version of curse words.

"You could just say fucking assholes you knew," I smirk at her, and she nods.

"No thanks, I saw you got dragged into anal," her eyes roll.

"Of course I did. How was he today?" I ask, knowing she doesn't feel comfortable being near Wesley, but she's under contract, so she has no choice unless she wants to fight it all.

"He thought he was smart, so I bit," she says, and I laugh loudly. "Then they offered six grand, so I agreed," she says, and I groan.

"Don't do that! You have your limits. If you do it for money, are they even fucking limits?" I ask, feeling annoyed. No one should even suggest the things to her that are her limits, even for money.

"I know, but I need the money; you know my mother's treatment costs thousands a month, right," she explains, and I nod in understanding.

"We all need the money. Why do you think we're still doing it? If we didn't need the money, the guys would be bending each other over," I say, and she laughs. "We don't do this for fun, or at least I don't, not anymore," I explain.

At the start it was for money, but also for fun, to experience more, now it's purely for the cash.

"By the way, Elon wants to see you. He looks anxious and has called in that petite newbie." She looks at me.

"Great, so now I have to speak to him as he fucks his feelings out," I groan and get dressed.

"You could wait for him to finish," she says.

"I have plans, so no. I'm not waiting for him to be done with his fun." He should have spoken to me before deciding to have fun.

"He might be quick," she says, and I look at her.

"When is he ever quick? Even when he finishes, he gives himself a pill and goes again. I won't be late just because he has some feelings he can't handle like a normal person," I explain, and she laughs.

"Well, go enjoy your own personal show of Elon and his lovely friend; I'm sure people would pay to see that," she says, and I gag loudly. "Or not," she laughs.

"Deffintly not, there's those you would pay extra to see, those you would pay normal to see, those you would watch for free, those you would watch because you have no choice, and then, the ones you would rather stab your eyes out to avoid seeing. That's him," I say, and she laughs loudly.

"Well, grab a knife on your way to his office so you can stab your eyes out," she mocks.

"Don't tempt me," I say as I turn and leave the room.