by Brandy Ayers
I know nothing about the woman I’ll be having sex with, and that bugs me. But they promised we’d get to at least sit down and talk for a little while before doing the deed. I hope the girl is half-way normal. I mean if she is willing to do this, she can’t be one hundred percent normal, but then again, I’m here, so what do I know?
The receptionist buzzes me in, and I’m escorted back to an office where I wait for the CEO, Liza. I don’t miss the way all the women in the office give me lingering glances up and down my body.
“Simon Russo, so nice to meet you.” Liza strides toward me, all business with a small smile and stiff spine.
I stand from the low couch and shake her hand, a little surprised at how professional this whole thing seems. “Nice to meet you as well.”
“I was excited to get your email last week. I must admit it is rare to have male virgins contact us. And even then, I usually don’t buy their stories.” Liza leans against the edge of her desk, arms crossed over her chest. She is a beautiful woman, not my type, though I’m not really sure what my type is since there has never been a woman who struck me enough to want to take her to bed. “But you, something about your email told me you were being genuine. That you really are a virgin. So why are you here now?”
“Well, as I explained in my email, my business has recently run into some issues, and could use an influx of cash. My business partner is a fan of your films, and he told me your offices are local and that he’s heard you pay well. I figure twenty-five is long enough to wait for the right one, that it is time to lose my virginity, especially if it is going to help my dream flourish.”
“Okay, that is reasonable. So you haven’t had sex because you were looking for the right woman?”
Part of me wants to roll my eyes at her questions. I already went through all this during their intense vetting process over the past week. “Yes, I never really expected to have sex for the first time with the woman I would spend the rest of my life with, but I thought she would at least be someone I cared deeply for. I haven’t found that so far, and it is still something I will look for, but the older I get, the more I realize the women who date me find it odd that I’m a virgin. That there must be something wrong with me. I know it is time, basically.”
“Very interesting. Well, because of the uniqueness of this video, you will be given the rate our female performers are offered, ten thousand dollars. The money will be direct deposited into your account as soon as we wrap today. I think you’ll really like the young woman you’ll be performing with today. She, of course, is also a virgin, but also very intelligent. As many of our performers do, she is using the money to pay for college. As you requested, we have set aside the next half hour for you two to get to know each other in the green room. There are cameras in the room, but they do not record audio. We simply use them for promotional footage of the girls before they go on stage, kind of a this is the last time they’ll be completely innocent thing. It is total bullshit of course, but our viewers seem to like them. Are you ready to meet your costar?”
“Sure.” We walk down a long white corridor, and the whole feel of this place is adding to my out-of-body experience. Like this isn't really me doing it, but someone who has taken over my body, and I’m just a shell they’re occupying. I might need to lay off the late-night reruns of Star Trek.
Liza approaches a door and rests her palm on the handle, turning to me with some last minute details. “After the introductions, I’ll go over the very simple scenario and script you two will be following as well as the order things will happen. Then I’ll leave you two alone to get acquainted while I make sure everything is in order on set. If you want to kiss and warm things up while back here, that is fine, but no penetration or oral sex until we’re in the studio.” I almost laugh at her thinking we are going to get so carried away that both of us will want to fuck the minute we meet but manage to hold it back. Just as I think she’s going to open the door, Liza turns back to me with a gasp. “Oh, I forgot to ask because normally our male performers are pros and bring their own. Do you need any medications to help boost your performance? We have some Viagra and Cialis on hand just in case, but if it is your first time taking it, I suggest only taking half a pill.”
I rear back at the suggestion. I had never even considered the need to take something to get an erection. But now that she mentions it, I realize this whole situation might be intimidating enough to keep the lonely beast in my pants from getting excited. But still, I’m a guy, and deep down, we are all egomaniacs when it comes to our dicks. No way am I going to let on that this is something I am now really worried about. “No, I don’t think that will be a problem at all.”
Liza nods once and swings the door open, almost hitting the startled girl on the other side. Her large green eyes shoot right past Liza and lock with mine. Even with a thick layer of makeup covering her face and hair that I’m not entirely sure is hers, I can tell she is easily the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.
Suddenly, all fears of not being able to get hard fly right out the window. I haven’t looked lower than her neck, and already my cock is sitting up panting in my jeans, begging to be let loose so he can meet whoever this goddess is.
Finally, I trail my eyes down her body. The outfit she’s wearing is almost nonexistent. I can see her hot pink bra right through her T-shirt, and the shorts covering her pussy are no more than glorified underwear. I know instantly these aren't her clothes, but something the producers gave her.
“Sierra, this is Simon. Simon, Sierra. Let’s take a seat and go through everything.” Liza ushers us into the room, and I have the baffling urge to push the professional woman out of the room and get to know Sierra on an animalistic level.
Never before have I reacted to a woman like this. Felt the need to take her immediately, to mark her and make her mine. I can appreciate when women are beautiful, don’t get me wrong. But I’ve never felt this insane need before. I had started to think maybe I would never find a woman who made me let go of reason and logic and instead focus on what the brain in my pants was telling me to do.
I stiffly follow Liza into the room, keeping my eyes on Sierra the entire time. Liza sits in a captain’s chair next to a sofa where Sierra places her delectable ass on the very edge of the cushion, like she could jump up and run out of here at any time. I have two choices. I can sit in the other chair, or I can sit next to Sierra on the sofa, really more of a love seat because it isn’t all that big. No way am I sitting anywhere other than by the woman I plan to make mine.
Liza quirks her eyebrow up as I take my place next to Sierra, close enough that we are touching from elbow to knee. Fuck, the heat and nerves radiating off this girl are making even me jumpy, and I start to wonder why in the hell she is here.
I’ll get to the bottom of that, just as soon as this pushy porn producer gets out of our space.
“So, the setup for this scene is that you’re both at a frat party, and you don’t want to be. Sierra will already be in the room, which is obviously a guy’s room. Simon, you will come in, ask her what she is doing in your room. Then, Sierra, you will apologize and say you wanted to get away from the noise, but you’ll leave.” I see Liza shift in the corner of my eye, so she is looking back at me, but the only place my eyes seem to want to focus on is Sierra’s legs.
“Simon you’ll catch her arm before she leaves and pull her in close. Tell her she can stay as long as she likes, but you want to get more comfortable. You will then take your shirt off and kiss her. And then we’ll go from there. I’ll direct your actions in the moment for the most part, but I usually find once things get going, I don’t have to say much other than to remind you to cheat all your actions toward the camera.”
Liza claps, and Sierra jumps an inch off the couch next to me. It’s obvious to me she doesn’t want to be here anymore than I do.
“So, let’s run through that real quick. Then I’ll leave to let you two get to know each other, okay?”
The next two minutes might be the most awkward of my life. We run through the half-assed lines Liza gave us, and we are both admittedly not the best of actors. But I get to look Sierra in the eye as we’re going through the motions, so I’ll take it any way I can get it.
“Okie dokie, that was great. I’ll be back in a little while when we’re ready for you on the set.
I assume from the click of her heels on the floor and the soft thud of the door closing that Liza has left the room, but I can’t bring myself to look away from the sweet yet sultry woman next to me. I want to touch her in the worst way. More than just having my side pressed against her. I want my entire body pressed against her. And it will be, in just a matter of minutes.
In front of a whole crew. And cameras. Fuck. That is the last thing I want now. I don’t want one person to see this gorgeous woman as I take her for the first time.
How the fuck am I going to do this?
Chapter Three
Sierra
What the hell have I gotten myself into? I didn’t expect my costar to be so unbelievably hot. I knew he would be attractive. And most likely hung, because porn, obviously. But he is tall and built, with this beard that is both rugged and distinguished. He literally looks like a well-read lumberjack. Minus all the flannel. Plus, the eyes, holy shit, they are the most beautiful deep blue. I didn’t expect to be turned on already, but the thin fabric of the panties and shorts they gave me are already completely soaked.
But the reaction he has pulled out of me isn’t only from his looks. It’s his whole attitude. Like he’s top dog, and he knows it. He looks at me like he is going to own me in every way. I want to fuck him. Badly. Immediately. I’m actually less nervous about the whole being on camera thing, and more nervous about how lonely I’ll be after giving my virginity to this hot, sexy, alpha man and then never seeing him again. Just the thought has a hole the size of my enormous debt burning in my stomach.
“So, how many of these things have you done? I watched a bunch of the videos online before signing the contract, but I don’t recognize you from them.” I figure why beat around the bush? We are here for a very specific reason. No reason to be shy about the fact that I watched porn before actually starring in porn, right?
But mostly, I’m just rambling because this Simon guy will not stop staring at me. His eyes haven’t left me once since he stepped into the room. I’m not sure if he does this with all the women he’s about to fuck on film, but it is working for me in a big way. All that undivided attention has my stomach doing flip-flops wanting to please him in any way possible.
“Yeah, I guess Liza forgot to mention that. I’ve actually never done this before either.” Simon shifts so that he has one leg bent up onto the couch, but the rest of his body has to move further away in that position, which he doesn’t seem to like, so he goes back to sitting shoulder to shoulder. But he does this cute little growl-slash-grump sound that almost makes me giggle. Apparently, the poor guy can’t get comfy. I can understand why given the freaking giant sequoia tree he is hauling around inside those jeans.
“Oh, you’ve never done porn before? Or just not with this company?” I’m kinda curious how the whole industry works for people who actually make a career out of this. I mean how do they really make their money, because isn’t all porn free at this point? Granted, Fresh Films pays well, but they kind of have to given their niche market. And I’ve heard male performers don’t make all that much.
One minute I’m awkwardly sitting on the edge of the couch, hands folded in my lap, and somehow the next I find myself draped across Simon’s legs, my ass nestled right up against that rock-hard tree trunk that I’m suddenly very curious about.
“Better.” One of his giant hands is planted on my leg, verging on ass territory, and the other arm is wrapped around my back, keeping me steady.
“Okay then, I guess this is okay.”
“To answer your question, yes, this is my first time performing in a porn, of any kind.” His thumb plays with the frayed hem of my too short shorts, sweeping back and forth across my skin and making me think of other places that finger could be touching. “But also, this is my first time having sex as well. I’m a virgin just like you.”
“Bullshit!” The word pops out wildly and with a ton of skepticism. No way in hell is this sexy as hell Adonis of a man a virgin. He’s gotta be fucking with me. “There is no planet in existence in which you could still be a virgin.”
Simon raises one eyebrow in this sexy as heck stubborn expression. “I am, actually. I always wanted to wait to find the right woman. Never happened, so figured it was time, and I need the money.” The hand on my leg sweeps under my shorts into definitive ass territory and he grips my cheek in a possessive hold. “Didn’t think I’d find the right woman at a porn shoot.”
“But how can they be sure you’re a virgin? I was able to go to their doctor, and she gave a probability that I’m still a virgin, but even then, they can’t be sure. With a guy there is no way to tell.” His grip tightens on my ass when I talk about the doctor, and his face turns tight, like he doesn't like the idea of someone examining me. Truth be told, I didn’t like it a whole lot either. She was nice and everything, but it was still awkward knowing she was trying to determine whether or not I might have had sex, so I could do a porn about losing my virginity.
It takes a moment, but the tension drains from Simon’s face and is replaced with a smirk. “It was really embarrassing, actually. They interviewed a bunch of my friends. The guys were all too eager to tell the producers how inexperienced I am and how this would probably be the shortest porn ever because of my untouched status.”
“Huh.” I’m honestly almost glad I did the doctor’s exam instead of having people in my life clued into the fact that I’m doing a porn. Not that there are all that many people that know much about me. “So, mind if I ask why you’re doing this? Why lose your virginity now, on camera?”
“To save my business. If I don’t do this, we’ll have to close down, and I refuse to let that happen.” Simon pulls me a little closer, though there really isn’t much space between us. His lips are so close, I can almost feel them on mine.
I desperately want that.
I haven’t kissed anyone since the fifth grade when Sean McCormack sneak attacked a quick kiss on my lips on the playground. That was also the last time I punched someone. Guys pretty much stayed away from me after that.
“What about you? Why would a sweet, beautiful girl like you want to do this?”
Even though I know his compliment doesn’t mean much considering I look nothing like myself right now, I still blush a little under the layers of makeup. I wonder if he can still see how pink my cheeks get.
“I’m a pre-med student at the local college. My scholarship was cut, and I only have one semester left. It’s either do this, or don’t graduate. I know med school is going to put me deep in debt, so I’m trying to avoid that as long as possible.” Again, I give a version of the truth. Not a lie, but not everything. They don’t need to know how desperate I am. How this money is basically going to save my life.
It’s hard to look away from Simon’s earnest face. He looks at me as if I’m everything, and he needs to know it all. My soul is stripped bare for him, and I haven’t even revealed anything. But I have the urge to. It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him all my problems. To unload it all onto his capable shoulders and let him help me with the burden. It makes no sense, but sharing my load with him seems natural. Predestined.
“There’s more. I can see it in those green eyes.” The hand that had been worshipping my ass comes up to cup my face, tilting my head so he can look more directing into my eyes. “These are real, aren’t they? I can tell the hair and makeup aren’t you. The outfit, too, obviously. But these green eyes are all you. I’m glad. I want to be looking at your eyes the moment I take you for the first time. But before any of that, you need to tell me the real reason you need ten thousand dollars. The whole reason.”
“I’m living in my car. My mom and her boyfriend took off with all my college fund, my scholarship was cut from the budget, and I couldn’t afford room and board, so I’ve been living in my car the past few months. It wasn’t that bad during the summer. But now that it’s getting colder, I need to find someplace to live. It’s been getting scarier too. The playground I used to park in overnight has gotten a little sketchy. I woke up two weeks ago to a guy standing at my window jerking off while watching me sleep.” It all comes out so fast. The tears sting as they rush to my eyes. I realize the cameras are going to see all this and bury my head in Simon’s shoulder, hoping to make it look like we’re cuddling, and not like I’m falling apart in his arms. “I’ve been staying in twenty-four-hour store parking lots ever since, because they are well patrolled. But I’m so tired. I haven’t slept a full night in months. I spent my last twenty dollars on a home wax kit for this shoot.”
“Shhh, it’s okay. You don’t have to worry anymore. I promise.” Simon pulls me away so he can look in my eyes but keeps his big hand cupped over my face, shielding me from the cameras. “We’ll get through today and then figure everything out. I promise, one way or another, you will get a full night of sleep tonight.”
I’m pulled back into the warmth of his arms, and I suddenly need to get closer to him. I want to meld my body completely into his, let him carry me and protect me from everything cold and ugly in the world. I shift, throwing my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck. I cling to him as if he is my life vest in a vast ocean.
I’ve always been independent and strong, just like MeMaw taught me. She was my father’s mom, but he died before I was born, and my mom being the forty-year-old version of a rebelling teenager has never been much of a role model for me. But MeMaw, she was incredible. A midwife, she birthed thousands of babies to poor families who couldn’t afford to go to the hospital. It’s because of her I want to be an obstetrician. When she died two years ago, my entire world fell apart. Mom found out about the small college fund MeMaw had managed to save up for me, and the woman who gave me life appeared out of nowhere saying she wanted to reconnect. Then she stole my debit card and emptied my bank account. I haven’t seen or heard from her since, and if I ever do, she better turn and run the other way.
