Faking Love
Originally Written for the Mouth Anthology
Josie Bordeaux
Contents
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
About the Author
Also by Josie Bordeaux
Faking Love
Copyright © 2014 Josie Bordeaux
Originally printed in Mouth: A Steamy Anthology
Cover Design by Josie Bordeaux
Cover Photo by Okssi68
Editing by Book Designs By Dee
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Chapter One
“It’s okay, Lexi. Many women have trouble achieving orgasms.”
“But it’s not okay. I’m a porn star. I should be having them non-stop.” I wasn’t trying to whine, but hell, I was frustrated at this point. After being on so many sets, having tons of sex and not being able to reach climax with any of the guys or girls I was with, I was going crazy.
It wasn’t like I didn’t satisfy myself after work because if I hadn’t, I’d probably be on the ten o’clock news as the woman pulling her hair out dry humping a pole on the metro.
“Not necessarily. There are many factors that come into play. The lights, all the people surrounding you—That’s a lot of pressure. To force yourself into the moment can be very difficult.”
I considered everything that Viviana was saying. It’s true. All the people standing around the set staring at me made it nearly impossible to orgasm. Not to mention, throwing in all of the competition. No wonder I couldn’t.
Viviana was a friend of a friend whom I had come to know through the business. She was more like my pseudo-therapist these days. She had agreed to help me with my “issue” and I was more than willing to listen to anything she’d suggest.
“So what do I do? Continue to fake it? I’ve thought about getting out of the business, but I’m not sure what else I want to do. I really wanted to make this a career and then possibly direct or produce my own films later on.”
“Well, I have an idea, if you’d be willing to try it.”
I chewed on my lip waiting for her to continue, unsure of what she would say next. I mean, hell, if she told me she wanted to throw me on the couch and try to give me one; I’d be fine with that. She was gorgeous after all. Hell, just listening to her sultry voice was enough to make me wet.
“I’ve wanted to create sexual training videos for a long time now. They would be geared toward women, but could also serve as a training tool for couples––A sort of ‘how to connect with your partner’ type of series.”
Viviana looked like she was holding her breath. “If you’d be willing to be one of my main characters, it might really benefit you with the issue you’re having. And since you’d be on camera, it would help you when you’re actually filming your movies.”
Viviana wanted me to star in her movies teaching techniques. This might actually help my career. It might not only expand my fan base beyond porn, but it could also resolve my issue.
“Would I be paid for this?” As always, it comes down to money in this business. And even though I felt like I owed it to her, I wasn’t about to do all this for free.
“You’d be compensated for your performance and we’d have a contract; however, that wouldn’t be based on your actual orgasms.” She chuckled after that last statement. I’d probably not be able to achieve one. Did she really think this is a joke?
“Lexi, this would benefit both of us. You’d get paid––possibly even more than what you’re normally paid. Think about it and let me know.”
“Who would be my partner?” I mean, let’s face it, I’ve had sex with some pretty creepy guys––In this business the guy doesn't necessarily need to be pleasing to a woman’s eye. Which really sucks for the women who enjoy watching porn.
“I have someone in mind and I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” She smiled as if she knew him personally. Or maybe he was another one of her so-called patients…
If this would help me and also get me a paycheck, I might as well take a chance.
“When do we start filming?”
Chapter Two
I was surprised at how quick Viviana set this up. Maybe this had been on her mind for quite some time and as soon as the time was right, she sprang the proposition on me. Either way, here I was about to open the door to the studio, prepared to fake orgasms for the sake of the camera once again.
My hand wrapped around the cold steel door handle and I inhaled deeply, prepping myself for another sex scene. The hallway smelled like it had recently been painted, which didn’t help to put me in the mood. I pushed the door open and quickly took in the room. It looked like any standard apartment. But white. Everything was white and sterile. It felt more like walking into a psych ward instead of a porn set.
There was a small group in full discussion gathered in the corner while others milled about trying to look busy. No doubt, they were prepping to make sure this looked like someone’s real home.
My stomach began to churn. I recalled my sleepless night after I couldn’t even bring myself to orgasm. I had hoped that it would loosen me up for this, but I failed miserably. How could I expect anyone else to do it for me when I couldn’t do it myself?
“Oh, Lexi, great. You’re here.” Viviana’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. Heat flushed my cheeks and my palms became clammy. I couldn’t believe I was embarrassed by my own recollections. I never get flustered on set. There isn’t any room for that. Besides, I was the one who was always naked and spreading my legs for the world to see.
I tried to mentally prepare myself for the fake screams I’d need to give, knowing I’d probably have to tone it down since this was more of a training video rather than flat out porn.
“Maria, could you please start prepping Lexi for filming?” Viviana called out to a woman with long, dark hair and colorful eye makeup.
Maria’s smile was mesmerizing. The moment she shook my hand, I felt the warmth spread through my body. Based on my reaction to her, I realized that my need to orgasm must be bad if I reacted this way to the first person to touch me. Or maybe I was just anxious to see if this person Viviana picked out for me can give me an orgasm? Either way, my body was so tightly wound that I’d be ready to try with just about anyone.
I’m strung too high, that’s gotta be it.
Maria tugged me gingerly toward the side and I slumped into a chair. Inhaling deeply, trying to calm my emotions, I searched for my lead partner but couldn’t locate him.
There were several men around the set. Most were short and balding, but there was one that was tall and skinny who stood out from the rest. He seemed to be checking out the props, picking items up and repositioning them.
He kept pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t bad looking, but he definitely wasn’t what I expected. Maybe that was my problem. Maybe that guy could be the “husband-type” that Viviana wanted for her film––maybe he was the type who would make me feel comfortable. That had to be it. She picked someone way out of the norm.
Heat rose through my body and flushed my cheeks. Just thinking about the possibility of having an orgasm excited me.
“You’re blushing. It’s cute,” Maria said as she tucked a paper towel into the collar of my shirt. I wasn’t sure what to say to that, so I didn’t comment at all.
“The guy you’re going to be working with, he’s a sweetheart. You’re gonna love working with him,” Maria continued. “He’s one of a kind, that’s for sure.”
I peered around her and stared at the guy. He looked uncomfortable. How on earth was he going to be the one? I watched as he walked around with a light meter checking the lighting. That’s odd for a guy who was going be the main character.
“What do you mean by that?” I asked as my eyes flicked from the guy back to Maria.
Maria blushed this time and for some reason I was hit with a pang of jealousy. Had she been with him? Made a movie with him before? I watched as the guy sat on the bed and pushed down on the mattress. He didn’t seem like he would be great in bed.
“He’s different then most of the men in the industry,” Maria stated, interrupting my thoughts.
She didn’t have to tell me that twice. I stared at him and knew he definitely wasn’t like the men I’d seen on sets before.
“In the industry? Is he in porn too?” I’d never seen him before and I was suddenly very hopeful our paths would cross on another set.
“Well, he started out in an unusual way. His girlfriend, well ex-girlfriend, put their homemade sex tape online to get back at him. She even put his phone number at the end of the video along with a note that said she-males were welcome.” Maria shook her head. “Anyway, the video had so many hits because of how…well-endowed he is. And if you add that to how he makes love to a woman…Bam! You’ve got the man every woman could only dream of having.” She smiled then as she applied blush to my warmed cheeks.
Just thinking about that video shot a thrill through me. No need to bother with lube today if this was how I felt just hearing about him. I glanced back at my soon-to-be partner and eyed his crotch. He didn’t look like he had a lot in there; but then again, I had misjudged him earlier too. I watched as he continued to check around the apartment and then walk over to speak with Viviana.
“How…” I started to ask but swallowed hard, flustered as I wondered how he would take me. What is wrong with me? He’s just another guy. It’s just another movie. He wouldn’t be any different than the other self-engrossed men I’d been on set with. They all just wanted gratification for themselves.
“How is he different?” Maria chuckled as she licked her lips. “I’ll let you see first hand. I wouldn’t want to spoil the good surprise.”
I swallowed as all kinds of naughty thoughts filled my head and the pulsating need intensified between my legs. Maybe I’m just anxious?
“Lexi,” Viviana began. My thoughts stopped immediately as my “therapist”––now boss—approached me. The man responsible for my dirty thoughts was behind her. Realizing they must have discussed what my “issue” had been, I felt my cheeks turn bright red and I was unable to meet her gaze or concentrate on what she was saying.
I must have blanked out on Viviana as I attempted to make eye contact with the guy, hoping to see if we had some sort of connection between us. Caught staring, he gave me a weak smile as he ducked and walked away to speak with the cameraman.
“Are you okay with all of that?” Viviana asked.
“Umm, could you, please, go over that again?” I asked as my eyes flicked back to hers. I hadn’t heard a single word she said so I prayed the make-up Maria just applied would help cover up the bright red all over my face.
I glanced toward my soon-to-be partner and noticed a meek smile. Or maybe he was flustered.
Viviana smiled, knowing I hadn’t heard a word she’d said. “I was saying in this episode you’ll pretend that you’re doing the dishes and Blake will sneak up behind you. You’ll pretend to be a married couple having some difficulties, working on getting to know each other again...”
Her next words stopped me cold.
“Now, if Blake would only hurry up and get here.” Then she turned and walked away as I was left completely confused.
“Something wrong?” Maria asked me as she gave my hair a slight tug. Only then did it register what she was doing to style my long, blonde hair.
“Umm, I thought that guy was my leading man?” I pointed to the skinny man who was now speaking with Viviana and the cameraman.
“Him?” She laughed. “Oh, God no. Umm, well, unless Viviana is into sharing her husband.” She chuckled as I continued to look around, slightly confused and feeling guilty for eye-fucking my new boss’s husband.
“No. Blake is running a bit late. You’ll be more than happy with him. Promise.” She held out an outfit and gestured to me. “Here, go put these on.”
I took the outfit from her hand and walked over to the bathroom she pointed out to me. While I slipped on my skirt and heels my stomach fluttered as butterflies swirled around.
I needed to come but I realized not just any orgasm would do. What I needed was a mind-blowing, over-the-top, seeing stars type of orgasm. If I could just have one of those, then maybe that would be enough to help me achieve it on set too, each and every time.
Staring at my bright blue eyes in my reflection in the mirror, I tried to take in deep calming breaths. I shouldn’t put so much into this. If it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t happen, right? No big deal. I’ll just go on about my life and be…wound up tight.
Grabbing the doorknob, I laughed to myself. I was so hell bent on having an orgasm that I never thought about what I was supposed to be doing for this series. There were marriages at stake right now and it was my job to help them through it. Okay, so maybe that was a little over the top, but it wasn’t too far from the truth. Maybe I could help someone else. That would be worth it to me.
I walked out and immediately saw my new co-star. Even with his back to me, I could tell I was going to completely agree with Maria. His jeans hung just right on him and from behind I could tell he was a body builder.
His blonde hair had that tousled, freshly fucked look and I tried to imagine how it might look after we get done. Wringing my hands, my breath caught as the need to see his face crept through me. I was hoping that he’d be some gorgeous guy with that type of chiseled face and sexy eyes that would be every woman’s fantasy. Please let that be…
Then he turned.
And my breath caught immediately.
And then my heart stopped.
My stomach churned.
I felt the anger rise up just as my fists clenched and all I wanted to do was pummel that son of a bitch.
“You!” I stomped my way over to the guy who ruined my chance at becoming a huge porn star. It was on the set of Rapid Fire and I was all ready to go, waiting on my lead man to walk in and screw me like he was supposed to. That was his only job. I mean, let’s face it. Guys have it easy. They just have to shove it in and go to town. It’s the women that have to really try to make it look good on camera.
But not this guy. Even though he was hot as hell, he didn’t know how to do his job. Continuously asking the director questions. What type of mood are we going
for here? What motivation should my character have? The list went on and on to the point I couldn’t take it anymore. By the time it was “go” time, I was furious. But he didn’t stop there. I’m all for caring guys, but then he asked me how I was doing and if touching me here and there was all right.
And here we are again. Another set. Another day. And he was going to fuck it up for me—again.
His face fell and he rolled his eyes. Immediately he took that stupid bravado stance acting like he was ticked off at me. Me! He’d ruined my chances to be in one of Harvey Hardwall’s movies and it was still one of his most popular movies today. It was a fact. One of his movies—any one of them—would launch you into the mainstream porn films.
“Don’t you roll your eyes. You’re the one who ruined everything for me. I should be as big as Gem Stardust, but no. You screwed it all up for me.” I glared at him and narrowed my eyes as I tapped my foot, seething at him.
“Me? I didn’t ruin jack shit for you! You ruined it! You had to go and be a b—”
“Okay,” Viviana said as she stepped in to separate us.
It was a good thing she did that too because I was pretty close to smacking him. I didn’t ruin anything. It was all his doing. My anger bubbled over as I recalled every detail of the day I had to stomp off the set in nothing but a thong and stilettos.
It really hadn’t been the best day to storm out naked, considering all the construction that was going on, but fortunately, my other co-star had also walked off-set with me and managed to grab my purse and clothes for me.
And now he was here. And he was supposed to be the guy to give me an orgasm.
Nope.
No way.
Chapter Three
I paced the bathroom and thought back to when Blake had first come onto the set. I was thrilled, as was my co-star, Sienna. Blake was sexy as hell. And his deep green eyes were mesmerizing.
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