by Eileen Green
There was a chance Brock’s dinner plans might not work and JC had to worry about what Skye would do if it didn’t. Would she leave them? He didn’t know what he would do if she left.
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Nerves got the better of Skye by Friday afternoon. Both men seemed to be harboring a secret. She noticed quite a few whispered tones and quiet moments between the two of them.
Every afternoon after Brock came back from work, they had lunch together. The three of them would sit up on the terrace, either sunbathing or sitting in the hot tub. Skye was actually getting a slight tan, a luxury she hadn’t allowed herself since she was a teenager.
There would be no tan lines as they convinced her that no one could observe them up on the roof. If a plane or a helicopter flew in their direction, one of the guys would cover her with a towel until the invader was gone.
She learned to relax but her doubts still lingered in the back of her head, and now that the guys shared some little magical moment, they tried to make their way to the front. When they would try to creep up on her, she would push them back, hoping she could believe the comments the guys made about her.
Now, she was beginning to get suspicious that they were trying to get rid of her. JC cleared the island of their dirty lunch dishes while Brock put away the food they had used. His housekeeper was going to be coming in soon and they would need to leave so she could work.
Skye glanced around the kitchen and great room and felt they had done a fantastic job keeping the place clean. She would probably just need to dust, sweep, and mop this area, and in the bedroom, pretty much the same. Laundry would need to be done, although Brock had kept up with most of it by doing their clothes. Linens would need to be done, and the bathrooms would need a good cleaning.
A grocery list had been constructed and laid on the counter, waiting for her. If things worked out the way Brock and JC said it would, Skye would be able to do some cooking. Since it was just her at home, she didn’t cook that much, choosing the convenience of take out.
Brock turned to Skye as he wiped down a section of the island with a bright yellow sponge. “We’re going to go down and watch a shoot in a little bit. How would you like that?”
Skye knew her mouth dropped open at Brock’s question. Watch people have sex? Hot, sweaty, rough sex.
It was hard to admit to herself that she liked what the guys did to her. She looked forward to what they might do to her. Even the discipline from a few days ago wasn’t that bad. She had gotten aroused from it.
God, I’m turning into a pervert!
Now they wanted her to watch people have sex? What else floated their boats?
“I suppose we could watch for a while. But won’t the people mind if we’re there?” She didn’t want to interfere with people while they were working.
Brock let out a small chuckle. “Sweetheart, they are performers. Even though things might get a bit rough in these shoots, they are still performing for the camera, for their fans. It’s what they do.”
Skye still felt a little self-conscious about it, but if the guys wanted to do it, then she would go. With a slight shrug and a small whisper, she answered the question. “Yes, I’ll go.”
A wide smile appeared on Brock’s face, his white teeth a beacon to bring out her own. With a glance over to JC, she found the same smile on his face. Both beamed with happiness. She was happy she could put smiles on their faces, but how long would they stay there?
“Hey,” Brock said breaking into her thoughts. His hand was on her cheek, a soft affirmation of his concern. “Why the sad face?”
Oh, no! I did it again!
“Nothing.” She tried to plaster a smile on her face. “I…”
“There will be discipline tonight, baby girl,” JC announced as he stepped up to her side. “We know you were thinking something detrimental to yourself. Have you not been listening to what we have been saying to you?”
An edge of anger laced his words, causing a chill to run up Skye’s spine. How could they be the ones who got angry because she didn’t trust their words of a future? A rock star and a porn star in a happily ever after?
Of course, the discipline part was something she wanted for her panties got wet when JC mentioned it. Would she ever hear that word and not think of the punishment they dished out?
“I want to believe you,” she murmured. “I just can’t…”
“Can’t what, Skye?” Brock ground out, his hand turning to a fist around the sponge. “Can’t believe that someone finds you to be beautiful? That there are people in the world that like a real woman, one that has meat on their bones instead of a pile of bones with skin on it?”
JC joined in. “Or do you think that we don’t like smart women? One that can think for herself and work a high stressed job and keep her head about her?”
As their litany went on, Skye let the wave of guilt wash over her as she studied her right hand squeezing at the bridge of the cast that crossed her palm.
“Or, perhaps you think that you aren’t good enough for us?” She moved her gaze up to Brock’s at his words. The surprise on his face was brief but then flashed back to anger. “Do you feel that we are lying to you? That we are going to leave you?”
She let her eyes register again on her hand. Everything she heard was correct but she didn’t want them to know it.
JC’s hand moved up and gently grasped her chin and moved her head until she looked at him. There was pain in his eyes and it hurt her. She caused that pain to be there, but she was terrified of getting her hopes up that there would be a happily ever after.
JC had been married for a long time to his wife, and he probably would still be if she hadn’t passed away. That was a good sign for Skye, but there were still doubts when it came to her.
“Why can’t you voice your concerns to us, Skye? We’re open to you; all you have to do is ask. Talk to us, please.” There was a plea in his voice, a man hurting. She had put that there and she felt like a cad. However, she couldn’t give in to them. There was no happy ending in a marriage.
“I can’t,” she choked out. A sob escaped her, which she wished she could pull back. She didn’t want to show her weakness to JC and Brock. Her fears were something she had to deal with, not something she would let affect the guys.
Disappointment registered in both men, their shoulders falling slightly while a sadness crossed their features. Handsome faces fell, speaking silently to her guilt.
“I’m sorry,” Skye whispered before she tried to get off the barstool she sat on.
A hand from each man on her arms stopped her from moving. JC still had hold of her chin so she still faced him. A change took place in his face right before her eyes. His tight jaw loosened while his drawn brow relaxed, flattening out the lines that had appeared there just a minute before.
“Okay, Skye. We will end this for now,” he said quietly. “We have someplace to be and the boss can’t be late.”
“But don’t think this conversation is over, sweetheart.” There was a threat in Brock’s voice. They weren’t going to let this subject die, so how would she get around it? Fear shot through Skye with Brock’s next words. “And don’t think you can leave to avoid talking to us. We will find you. You are ours, now and forever.”
Don’t cry! Don’t you dare cry!
As if in a trance, she let Brock and JC help her down from the stool. They led her into the bedroom and sat her on the bed. JC sat with her while Brock disappeared into the closet. It was a few moments before the latter reappeared with Skye’s clothes.
They were gentle with her as they helped her dress in a pair of black slacks, an emerald green blouse, and a pair of black flats. JC applied mascara to her lashes, but that was all. He told her that she didn’t need a lot of makeup, another confusing moment for Skye.
Both men had told her that she didn’t need a lot of makeup, that she was beautiful enough without it. She didn’t usually wear that much anyway.
Brock brushed out her hair, lettin
g his fingers drift through the strands. She found he enjoyed playing with her hair, something he would do as they drifted off to sleep at night.
Both men wore dark jeans. Brock wore a black t-shirt with Eccentric written across the chest, while JC wore the same shirt but in a dark blue.
Once they were ready to go, all three of them turned the volume off on their phones before storing them in their back pockets. They took the elevator down to the third floor and when they exited, they walked down the hallway, both men flanking Skye.
When they reached a door, a man, dressed in all black, stood there, blocking entry. “Hello, Brock,” he said softly. “They haven’t begun shooting just yet.”
“Good. I want my woman to watch from beginning to end,” Brock said as he looked down at Skye. She felt self-conscious that he spoke of her, especially when she didn’t know the man before them.
The man stepped aside and Brock, taking Skye’s hand, entered first and led her into the room.
The room was large, probably at least four rooms would have fit in it. One quarter of it was decorated like a restaurant from the 50’s. A wall separated it from the next area that looked like a storage room. The other part of the room ran without any barriers. This was where director chairs were setup along with cameras and a catering table. There was a table close to the storage room set filled with rope, clamps, adult toys, paddles, canes, and floggers. Everything needed for a porn shoot.
People moved around here and there, setting things up, although several of them came over to greet Brock and JC. Apparently, JC spent time here for most people knew him enough to shake hands with him or talk to him like a normal person. Brock introduced people to Skye, but she didn’t think she would remember anyone’s names should they meet again.
Four men walked in from another door closer to the storage room setup, three of them wearing mechanics uniforms while the fourth wore blue jeans, a red t-shirt and an apron like a cook would wear. There were even stains on the apron.
The men ranged in age, the youngest probably about twenty-five and the oldest about Brock’s age. After greeting Brock and JC and being introduced to Skye, the men walked over to the craft services table and grabbed some bottles of water and food before sitting on some of the boxes on the set.
One thing Skye didn’t miss was the way all four of them looked her up and down. The gazes were respectful, but they took in all of her and there were smiles on the men’s faces, almost as if they liked what they saw.
Brock led Skye over to a director’s chair that straddled both rooms and had her sit. “I want you to be able to see everything, little one, but you need to remain quiet while they shoot.”
She fought the urge to roll her eyes and giggle. She was in the TV industry and knew about productions. Brock and JC sat on either side of her, the former holding her left hand while JC had his arm around her shoulders.
For the next six hours, they sat and watched the scenes. At first, the woman who was the subject of the gangbang, sat at one of the tables in the diner while the director did a short interview with her. He went over safe words with her, what her limits were, and then the disclaimer that she was doing this of her own free will.
Next came the scene to set up the gangbang. She was a customer in the diner at about closing time. Three of the actors came in laughing and sat in the booth closest to the door to the storage room, their table needing to be passed to leave. They were loud and obnoxious. The cook was the fourth actor.
The cook came out and asked the guys what they wanted to eat. The guys gave him their order and he headed back to the kitchen. The girl got up, laid some money on the table, and then walked towards the door. It was then Skye noticed the woman was a little thick in her hips, thighs, and waist, and that she had big tits.
She was dressed in a navy blue mini skirt that was so short her butt cheeks peeked out at the bottom of it. A white button up shirt adorned her top, but the word adorn was an understatement. It was unbuttoned top and bottom with only one button done between her breasts, and it was tied in a knot under her breasts so that her stomach showed. Black high heeled shoes were on her feet.
The guys made rude comments to her as she tried to get to the door. When she tried to ignore them, they pulled her onto the table and started mauling her all over with their hands. The cook came running out of the kitchen to stop it, but when he saw she had no panties on under her skirt and no bra on, his protests ceased.
Two of the guys held her legs open as she fought them while the other two held down her shoulders as they ripped her shirt off and played with her breasts. They were rough on her, pulling her nipples and slapping them. The cook played with her pussy roughly all while the other guys egged him on.
Skye watched as a man with a camera got in for close-ups, making things a bit crowded at times. The girl was a good actress under the conditions she was working with.
Eventually, the group moved to the storage room set where the girl was tied up with her body bent over at the waist and her hands pulled up behind her to a rope from the ceiling. This way, the guys had access to her cunt, her ass, and her mouth. They fucked her in all holes, changing positions often.
In another scene, the girl was tied up on a large box, her legs spread open and tied. Again, the guys were rough on her and she fought back, or tried to, but she accepted what they gave her. Slaps, paddlings, floggings, spitting on her and in her mouth, were things she had to endure. Not once did she use the safe word set up before the shoot began.
By the end of the shoot, the girl’s mascara was smeared under her eyes from her tears, spit, and cum. Bruises already showed on her body, but she didn’t seem to be bothered by any of it. She smiled at the camera for the exit interview as she wore a black robe.
Brock didn’t interfere in any way during the shoot, leaving everything to the director. Skye had to give it to Brock. He was a good boss.
After everyone was finished with the production, they all made their way down to the second floor to a dining room where a catered dinner waited them. Skye was nervous about eating around these people and she pushed her food around her plate. At least until Brock whispered in her ear. “If you don’t eat, your punishment will be worse when we get back upstairs.”
She ate about half the food JC had put on her plate. The food was delicious, and Skye hoped one day she would overcome her phobia about eating in public around people, but her stomach felt as if her butterflies dive bombed within her.
Discounting her nervousness on the impending discipline, Skye tried to listen to the conversations around her. She found that the actors and actress loved working for Brock. He was generous with not just pay, but with praise. He was a good man to work for and had actors working for him even ten years after they began.
The doms and subs at Eccentric were trained from the bottom up. The subs were trained in the basement, withstanding a three or four-day strict training regimen before they were allowed to work on a regular video.
The doms were the ones who could inadvertently hurt the sub. Rope training was done as was corporal punishment techniques. They were trained to observe the sub’s demeanor to make sure there wasn’t any distress while shooting. Many of the doms began as subs and were then trained to be a dominant, which meant they knew how the sub feels. Just like JC.
Skye had to admit this was a well-run establishment, right down to the recorded disclaimer to protect all involved in the making of that video. She was certain the disclaimer occurred with every video produced.
Right before dessert was served, Skye needed to use the restroom. When JC offered to take her, the actress got up. “I’ll go with her.”
JC quirked a brow at Skye, a silent question of permission. Skye responded happily, “I’d like that.”
The actress’ name was Bella, Skye found out during the shoot. Bella took Skye’s free hand and led her out into the hallway and down a few doors. Pushing open the door that read ‘women’ in a fancy text, they entered a standard public re
stroom. Several stalls, including a handicapped one ran along one wall, while four pedestal sinks sat along the opposite one under a mirror that ran the length of the wall.
Bella and Skye both relieved themselves and when Skye was finished, she had to ask for help with the button and zipper on her slacks. She could get the button undone with one hand and pull the zipper down, she just hadn’t mastered doing herself back up in them. Bella was only too pleased to help her before they washed their hands.
When they were finished, they exited the room and Bella led Skye down the hall in the opposite direction of the dining room they were in and sat on a burgundy upholstered bench that sat up against the wall. She patted the area next to her so Skye sat.
“So, you’re the one that caught the Emperor,” Bella said happily. “I’m glad that he has finally found love. He’s been lonely for a long time.”
Feeling self-conscious, Skye lowered her gaze to her hands. “I guess I have.”
“Why do you sound so sad? You should be over the moon right now. I mean, Brock, and JC? Those two together, or alone, should make any woman the happiest in the world.” Bella sounded as if she had a crush on both of Skye’s men, but she wasn’t acting jealous.
Dragging her gaze over to the woman next to her, she studied Bella. She was beautiful, vivacious, and yes, she had meat on her bones like Brock and JC kept telling Skye she had and that they loved. From what Skye had heard from the conversation around the table, Bella had made a ton of videos for Brock and other companies, and she had a lot of fans. People, men and women, liked her appearance.
“Um…” Skye didn’t know how to start without insulting the woman.
Bella reached out and patted Skye’s hand, which was in her lap. “You can ask me anything, honey. I’m an open book.”
Bella had warm chocolate-colored eyes. Freckles had been scattered across her nose and cheeks, which were fuller than most actresses, and a heart shaped mouth with full lips. Right now, she wore no makeup for that all came off during the shoot. She wore a black kimono with red flowers and green leaves decorating it. Her dark hair was still damp from the shower she took before they all came down to dinner.
