Sex Sessions: Uncut (Camera Tales #1)

by Charisse Spiers

  Saxton places his palm on my lower back and nudges me forward, toward an extended hand. "Kambry, it's nice to see you again. Please forgive the less than professional attire. Something unexpected happened when I arrived at work this morning."

  He's speaking to me, but looking at Saxton with a narrowed expression. Saxton is wearing a smug smile on his face, not seeming affected at all. Instead, he steps forward, lowering his voice. "At least now you know if the chemistry is there."

  And I suddenly know exactly what they are talking about. The security camera...

  Can I crawl under a rock and die now?

  He grabs Saxton's shoulder and pulls him forward when I walk through the door. "Son, if I hadn't known you since the start of your career and you didn't make me so much damn money I'd retract my offer. Unfortunately, I like you. Get your ass in here and let's do this," he says between gritted teeth. "I swear on my career you have lost it."

  I feel like an intruder. The door shuts harder than it should but not quite a slam. Saxton walks to the chairs in front of the desk and sits in one. When I step in front of the opposite I pull my skirt as low as it will go and tuck it as I sit down, trying to keep my normally covered area from touching the seat in any form. "What's wrong, Michael, bad morning?"

  My head quickly turns toward Saxton when I can hear the joking in his tone. He looks at me, and mouths, what?

  Stop it, I mouth back. Then a folder smacks him upside the head. "What the hell?"

  "That's what you get. Fuck up my plans and I fuck up yours," he says and his eyes veer to me and then back to Saxton.

  “Are y’all related?” I interrupt. I can’t help my abrupt question. This is the strangest business meeting I’ve ever been involved in. Well, I haven’t been in any, but still, I’ve seen movies.

  “He’s just a very good friend where my career is concerned; therefore, I give him hell from time to time to see how lax I can make him, but at the end of the day he’s still my boss. I’m just in a really good mood.” Saxton winks at me. I can feel the color change occurring on my cheeks.

  "And the only reason I’m putting up with him being a pain in my ass is because with this sudden good mood he’s bound to give me some good material to work with. Now…back to business. Trailer production will begin as soon as this meeting adjourns." He breathes out deeply. "Did you even bring the contract to follow along or do I have to get another printed?"

  Saxton holds his hand out to me. That's my cue. I bend over and open my purse, removing the folder I placed inside, and then hand it to him. "Michael, I may fuck with you from time to time, but don't ever question my professionalism. You should know better."

  Michael takes the folder he handed me just a few days ago and lays it flat on his desk. "We will get to this in a minute, since one part that you just had to have in the contract is technically void now. I’m cutting it. I think you'll understand my abrupt change."

  He grabs a remote and points it to the television that is mounted to the wall behind him, turning it on. It's a blue screen. He sits down and I cross my legs as he fiddles with something on his laptop in front of him. Then, a picture shows up on the television: a parking lot, Saxton's truck, and... The camera zooms. My back as I straddle Saxton. “I got a call from security earlier. Some suspicious behavior in the parking lot…since none of the people we compensate for their services would be hiding out in a truck…fucking for fun. At first I thought it was probably just a couple of high school kids trying to gain popularity at school, but then I realized Saxton here was late, for the first time since I met him.”

  I want to disappear from the very chair I'm sitting in. I can hear tapping on what I assume is the computer's trackball, before it zooms once again. This time I swear it's like someone is filming just outside the truck. That’s one powerful lens. I start moving up and down, clearly evident what we're doing. Saxton's hands are all over me.

  A few seconds in and the mortification starts to subside. It's kind of hot; not the getting caught part, but the whole seeing it on video. There is no sound, but the picture is pretty good for it to be from a security camera. I press my legs together, remembering the exact moment in my mind as it appears on screen. I can tell the second Saxton comes, because I get thrust upward and my back falls against the steering wheel, revealing his face. I get to see what he looked like when I was clearly out of it.

  My heart starts pounding. I do that to him...

  When our movements still the television goes black. I look at Saxton and he winks. My cheeks feel hot. "Since the two of you chose not to wait for filming to start to sleep together, for whatever reason, I need an edge, an introduction of sorts. I want to use this video to slice for the beginning of the trailer when we begin promoting, as soon as production can get enough material put together, but I need your written consent since it wasn't actually planned. Maybe this candid camera thing will appeal to people since it's kind of forbidden and indecency is illegal."

  I look back at Michael when he stops talking. "Are the two of you okay with that? You'll each get a copy when it's finished."

  "Do what you must," Saxton says.

  Michael looks at me. "And you, Kambry?"

  "Okay," I respond. It’d be kind of stupid to say no, because I’ll be doing worse when this actually starts. There you couldn’t even see private parts, but I'm really not sure how else this works.

  "Good." He grabs something off the printer, placing a sheet of paper in front of each of us. "Sign this release and we'll move on."

  A pen gets placed on top. I grab both, staring at the sheet of paper filled with words. Aren't you supposed to have legal counsel for this type of thing? Saxton grabs my left hand, gaining my attention. "Do you trust me?" One look in his eyes and I know I do. I nod. "It's okay to sign the release. It's legit. Michael is my oldest contact in this industry. You heard me call him a friend. He wouldn't screw you over."

  "Okay," I say, and place the sheet of paper down on the hard surface of the desk, then sign the line marked with an X.

  Michael grabs them both, placing them on a section of his desk. "I take it you are both familiar with the terms of the contract?"

  "Yes. I went over it with her," Saxton says.

  "Okay. Since we're omitting agents and doing this fairly simple I'm just going to hit high points. No sleeping or sexual contact with anyone else until you're released from the time restraints in this document. The director and the studio will decide when recording starts from time of arrival based on live feed and utilize recorded material as they see fit. You will arrive promptly at noon a week from tomorrow with your bags. Living conditions will be set at one month and then final arrangements will be made once premier occurs. The two of you will retain somewhat normal lives. There are no rules on what you do in the house or out for that matter. If you leave, a crewmember will follow. A camera will be operating somewhere on you at all times. Act no different than you clearly already do. The house will be completely stocked except for what you choose to bring. Each of you will have half of the salary total deposited into your accounts the first day you arrive, so Kambry, I’ll have to get that information from you. The second half will arrive the first day of filming when the project resumes, given that it does."

  He places his palms on the desk and leans toward us. "Bottom line: film, fuck, and have fun. That is adult films in a nutshell. Any questions?"

  We both shake our heads and he lays the signature page of the contract before us. A nervous energy floods through my body. I'm really about to do this. With one signature I go from an Alabama good girl to a southern porn star...all because of a guy that turned my head and kept me staring. This can't be undone.

  I stare at the line as I hold the pen between my fingers. I'm sorry, Daddy. I scribble my name on the line and date the one next to it with today's date, before sliding it toward Michael. He picks it up. "Kambry, I'm going to need your birth certificate, social security card, driver's license, and bank information. I have Saxton's already sin
ce he's worked for me before. Then you're free to leave until next week. I'll send the address with you when you go. You still have my number if you have any questions, right?"

  I grab my purse off the floor to gather everything he asked for as I nod at him. I should be happy my financial problems are about to disappear, but instead, I'm a nervous wreck, and for so many reasons. I just hope that more good comes out of this than bad...

  "So, since this is the last time I'll see you for a week, what do you want to do? Your pick."

  We get in the truck and shut the door almost at exactly the same time. Once everything started it moved fairly quickly. After an hour and a half we're free to go. The thought of not seeing him for a week is the part that bothers me the worst, but I was given exact instructions on what all I have to do this week in regards to work and preparation. Then Saxton explained it would probably be better when we arrived if we had not seen each other for a while. I don't really think I have much choice in the matter, so I just agreed and moved on.

  I'm kind of hungry. We didn't eat breakfast before we left this morning. Actually, we never ended up eating our dinner last night either. My stomach has already complained one too many times. "Do you want to get something to eat?"

  He reaches over and places his hand on the back of my neck. "I was already planning on feeding you, Kambry. I meant what is something you want to do; kind of like a date?"

  My heart flutters at the sound of that word. I mean...I wasn't really expecting anything in the direction of a real date, since obviously...that's not really the point to our relationship. After all, I did give myself away with no real work on his part. I thought that was supposed to be a turn off to a guy in terms of dating material. That's what Dad always said at least. I remember it as if it was yesterday. Sitting on my bed with him in a chair across from me...preparing for the birds and bees speech. It went something like this:

  "Kambry..."

  "Yes, Daddy?"

  "Do you know what sex is?"

  My cheeks are the color of a fire truck I'm sure. I am completely embarrassed at twelve years old. Why it couldn't be my mom I will never know. I respond short in tone. "Yes, Daddy. You don't have to explain."

  "Yes, Kambry, I do. Sex isn't something that a boy and girl do as a hobby. It's something that two people do when they love each other enough to get married...first. It's something created for a married couple to enjoy, kind of like a reward for good grades. Your body is sacred. It’s a temple. You keep it sacred until you get to that point."

  "Okay, Daddy," I respond, as I look down at the ground, hoping he will leave me alone.

  "Look at me, Kambry." I do as told, but I really don't want to. "Guys want what they have to work for. We’re competitive. It’s all a game in the beginning. They will try to sway you by telling you things that aren't true. They will try to get you to give them your body, even when it's not meant for them. Don't let them persuade you. You'll think you're trading it for love when they're really just using you. Would you buy the cow if you were getting the milk for free?"

  My face has to look horrified, my eyes wide. Did he really just compare me to a cow? "Um...depends on how much money I have?"

  By the breath of air that exits his mouth and the frustrated eye roll, I can tell that's the wrong answer. "No, Kambry. No man wants to purchase the cow when he can milk it and reap the benefits, then move on. You want a man that wants to marry you. Make him buy the cow first. Until then, sex is bad; very bad."

  "Kambry," his voice rings out. "You okay?"

  I blink a few times. "Yeah."

  "Are you regretting your decision?"

  "What? No, why?"

  "You just kind of checked out on me."

  Dammit, even when they aren't here they screw with my head. "Yes, sorry. Was just thinking about something unrelated. What was the question again?"

  "I want to take you on a date. Where would you want to go?"

  "Oh right...a date. That's really not necessary just because I'm new to this. I'm okay, Saxton. I get it. You can't take all your co-stars on dates."

  His brows scrunch. "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to. Don't compare yourself to them."

  His upper body comes over the center console toward me. Looking at him, I lean back, my head hitting against the passenger side window. His hand grips my inner thigh pulled on top of the seat I'm sitting in, inching it upward until his thumb traces the crease of my leg. I shudder from his touch. "The wolf doesn't always want to hurt the lamb. Even when the lamb makes him salivate, there are times when he wants to protect it, to make it his, and to keep it alive and well. This wolf wants to devour his lamb over and over again; not just once."

  My heart is being irrational. It's pounding against my chest with every word that leaves his mouth. I think that comparison over: the wolf and the lamb. A wolf is an instinctual killer, a predator. A lamb is soft, innocent, weak, and sometimes used for sacrifice. In some places it's a delicacy. It's always the prey. "What exactly are you asking?"

  "To put down your defenses. I want more with you than I do with others. I've never once brought work home. I don't go looking for dating material in my off time. I've never been interested...until you. I want to date you. I'm asking the lamb to trust the wolf."

  He kisses me. Our mouths move against each other perfectly. It's hypnotic. He places my mind into a trance with something as simple as a kiss. His movement stills within a few seconds. His mouth pulls up into a smile against mine, before traveling to the lobe of my ear. His tongue darts out, tracing the outline. Chill bumps sprout all over my arms. "If I need to I'll persuade you in this parking lot, but I'd rather take you on that date. Don't deny me something I haven't attempted in years."

  "Okay, I trust you. I'll be your lamb."

  His hand snakes around to my butt, before jerking me forward to press my front to his. "That makes me happy. Tell me something you've been wanting to do, but haven't."

  "The Hollywood sign," I blurt out, barely able to control my own words pressed against him like this. He's...hard, again, making me forget where we even are.

  He sets me back down and pulls away, looking me in the eyes. "That is something I can do. Drive thru and Mount Lee it is."

  Reaching in the back seat, he grabs a baseball cap and pulls it on his head. As he adjusts it he looks at me, a huge grin set on his face as he starts the engine to his truck and shifts it into drive. "I'll be your tour guide, Miss Rivers. No client of mine will leave less than satisfied. Get ready for an unforgettable adventure."

  "I have no doubt that it will be," I mumble, trying to stay composed. The truth is...I can barely contain my nerves when he gets that playful personality. It makes him more real, more down to earth, and that also spurs more emotional outbursts that I'm trying to keep under control. The baseball cap makes him the sugar in my tea. It's not required, but damn if it doesn't make it better.

  Not only that for nerves, but also I'm pretty sure I just agreed to be his girlfriend...for real. Kambry Rivers...is dating a porn star.

  How's that for shits and giggles, Dad...

  ***

  "Are we almost there?" I bend over and place my hands to my kneecaps, trying to catch my breath. I had no idea what I was in for when I asked to do this. Normal girls would have said dinner and a movie or take a walk and get ice cream, possibly even a ballgame or a romantic sail in the Pacific. There's always a walk on the beach, but not Kambry. No... Kambry has to say take me to see the Hollywood sign in the California summer heat hiking who knows how many miles.

  Movies create a false illusion. They do not show all the little things required for seeing famous monuments that you actually may benefit from knowing, like that you're going to have to hike up a long freaking trail to see a bunch of letters.

  Smart girls would have gotten a clue when he took us both to change into comfortable clothes and sneakers, but of course I had to show the world that some of the blonde stereotype jokes are true by being a ditz to the entire situatio
n. The consequence to my ditziness is that I'm sweating, my lungs hurt from the dry heat, and my legs are aching from the hike. No one around here should judge me. I'm from Alabama. We don't have mountains and our heat is humid. It's different. That's my excuse for being a wuss and I'm sticking to it.

  A pair of Nikes comes into view as I stare at the dirt trail. I follow the familiar shoes up the body that is occupying them until I'm staring into the blue eyes of the sexy man that brought me here. He has a grin on his face that I kind of want to smack off. He doesn't even look like he's breathing hard. "Tired already?"

  I narrow my eyes. "Don't you dare judge me, Cali boy. Payback is a bitch. When you set foot in Bama and you can't breathe because you feel like you're dying, I'm going to say suck it up, buttercup, it's just a little heat."

  His jaw locks, his face becoming serious. He pauses. Okay, I was just kidding. I didn't know it would sour the mood. "You'd take me to Alabama?"

  "Uh, yes? Is that bad? I thought you kind of asked me to be your girlfriend." My eyes widen. "Oh, God. That's embarrassing. You meant something totally different, didn't you? I'm such an idiot," I mumble.

  My hand gets jerked forward, knocking my feet off balance as Saxton runs off the trail into the wooded area. "Where are we going?" I'm having a hard time keeping pace. Height makes a huge difference with stride. "This isn't that point where you become an ax murderer and I disappear in the Hollywood hills is it? I really like living just so you know."

  He veers left and shoves me against a tree, the bark scraping the back of my arm. "Ow, you psycho. Slow your roll."

  His hands roughly grab my face and his lips crash against mine, all rational thought dissipating. All roughhousing has been forgiven. I moan against his mouth as his tongue locates mine. His hands descend my body, stopping on my hips. One hand grabs the back of my thigh and pulls it up to wrap around his waist, then immediately slides under the fabric of my loose, slick, running shorts, until he reaches my bare butt cheek. He squeezes and releases a throaty groan as he realizes I put on another thong when I was able to replace the ones he tore from my body earlier; before I realized I was practically going to be working out or I'd have worn full cover.