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.
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 fo
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.