“Do.” He took another chocolate out and ate it before having a sip of water.
I realized that I was thirsty too. “Could I get a little of that water?”
He dropped his hand with the water bottle in it in front of my face, but unlike when he’d given me the piece of chocolate, he turned in his chair as well and put one hand firmly on the back of my head as he brought the bottle of water to my lips and began letting the cold water flow into my mouth. I realized even as I opened my mouth for the bottle that he could sabotage me if he wanted to. He could make me swallow too much water, I could cough all over the place, and then I’d be moving, and I’d lose the money and the gig.
But even before I’d finished thinking all of that, he pulled the bottle of water away from my lips and tilted it up so that no more was coming out. He’d even managed not to splash any on my chin.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” He released the back of my head. “Did you get enough?”
“Yes. How much longer?”
Sullivan chuckled. “Getting impatient?”
“No. Just wondering.” I was being completely honest. My thighs weren’t hurting. I wasn’t bored. I wanted more chocolate sometime soon, but for the moment I was good to just kneel.
“Less than two minutes. Are you worried about what your friends or family would say if they ever saw your face in a movie?”
I wanted to shake my head but stopped myself before I could do it. I only had to be still for another two minutes. I could do that easily. No problem. “I only really have one close friend, who has worked here before, and my parents gave me up when I was a baby.”
“Foster parents, then?”
“None that mattered.” I’d spent more time in group homes than in anything close to a family home, and so I figured I was totally safe. Future bosses and teachers might be an issue, but I tried not to think about the future too much since there was enough to worry about in the now.
He moved on with what I was quickly beginning to think of as the getting-to-know-me questions. “You put down that you wanted to do this to get money for a master’s. In what?”
“Early American history,” I replied automatically. I’d decided on that after taking a slew of history courses and deciding that was my favorite period to learn about, though I would not have wanted to live in it.
“Lovely. Master’s degrees are important, or so I’ve been told countless times. I even have one lying around myself.”
That surprised me, but I hoped that it didn’t show on my face or in my voice. “You do?”
“Yes.”
“In what?”
Sullivan laughed, and I smiled. “Political science, of all things. My father wished to see me in the Senate, if not in a big white house someday.”
“And yet you’re here.”
“Yes. Because the pay is far better, and though I do deal with assholes all day, I’m not getting screwed over by them. I’m sure you’ll be happy to know that you’re all done now, Milo. You may get off the pillow.”
It felt good to get up, but I still took my time, not wanting to look like I was rushing to get away from him. Sitting next to him for that long without moving hadn’t exactly been fun, but I’d learned a little. For starters I’d figured out that I could be still if I really wanted to be. And that I enjoyed being fed, in a strange little way I’d think about later when I was well away from Sullivan and his blue eyes, which were far too light to be anything but contacts.
“Care for another chocolate?” he asked me. He’d already unwrapped it and was balancing it on the end of his pointer and middle fingers.
I leaned forward and put my lips over the chocolate, taking it without using my hands or saying a single word to him. I knew what I was doing and what I was implying, and I hoped he got the message loud and clear.
While I straightened back up and let the chocolate slowly melt in my mouth, I saw him watching me. The corner of his mouth lifted up into a little smile, and he winked at me. “Cute,” he told me as he started to get up from the desk. I stepped back to give him room and swallowed the chocolate. It was high quality, not the crap that I could barely afford to buy, and its sweetness coated my tongue and left me wanting more.
“When should I come back for the shoot?” I asked him, completely at ease with the idea despite my earlier nervousness. I knew that would probably change, especially once I had cameras on me, but right then I didn’t really care. I wanted it, and even though I knew it would just be for film, I knew I’d enjoy it. Because just sitting next to Sullivan and being told not to move had been the most fun I’d had in at least a month. Which, when I thought of it like that, was pretty sad, actually.
“How does your schedule look right now?” Sullivan asked, giving me a bit of a surprise. I’d thought for sure that he’d have to go interview other people or something. Actually I wasn’t quite sure what a porn star did all day when they weren’t being filmed.
I shrugged and tried to hide my excitement. “I’m free. I mean, if you are.”
“I’ll ask Mr. Wades to hold any more meetings until we’re done. In all honesty, the shoot won’t take long. You have the right look and the correct disposition for what the studio had in mind when they contacted me. I believe it will go well. Did you happen to bring along recent proof of negative test results?”
I shook my head, knowing that would throw a wrench in things, but I did pull out my phone. “I don’t have a paper copy, but I do have them here,” I explained, hoping that it would be enough to satisfy his need for the information. I could easily go get a paper copy, but I knew that if I did that, I wouldn’t make it back here by the end of the day. He took my phone from me, looked at the screen for a long moment, and then handed it back to me.
“I’ll have you e-mail them to Mr. Wades so that he can have a copy to see as well. A hard copy is preferred, and if you accept another shoot from Mr. Wades, please bring one. You’re lucky that it is so recent or else you’d be getting tested again anyway.” He pulled out a business card from the small holder on the desk and wrote an e-mail address on the back of it. I read it upside down and had finished typing it in before he even handed it over to me. I double-checked it, just to make sure that I wasn’t sending my medical information to the wrong place, then forwarded the e-mail along.
“All done,” I told him. I pocketed the card along with my phone, just in case I needed to talk to Mr. Wades again, and picked up my bag. “So… where do we go for this?”
Sullivan gave me a smile and pulled out his phone. “You’re impatient. I think I’ll enjoy teaching you to let the moment linger rather than rushing ahead. I’m sending a text to the cameramen upstairs so that they have a heads-up that I’ll be bringing someone with me.”
“Do they just hang around on standby?” I asked him when he was done texting and had put his phone away.
“In a way. We only shoot on Saturdays in this house, which gives people time to work and do things during the week without having to take time off for this.” He led me through a side door and past a kitchen that, though small, had all the high-end touches I saw in magazines, like granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, and french doors that led out onto a well-manicured green yard.
“Is this place actually used as a house too?” I asked him as he led me up a set of stairs.
“Yes. On the weekends it gets rented out to use. And since we only shoot on Saturdays, we have a cleaning crew that goes through it on Sunday to make sure everything is back to the way it was. The couple that lives here know what we do with the place, but they don’t ask questions, and they know how meticulous the cleaners are. They have to be, considering the trouble we get up to here when there are multiple scenes going on in the house.”
I smiled, thinking about it. “How many have you seen here at once?”
“Four. One in the bedroom, one in the kitchen, another on the stairs, and one in the living room. I was in the living room one. Classic delivery ma
n, me in a towel having just come from the shower and hearing the doorbell, towel falls off… you get the idea.”
“Yep. Sounds sexy.” I was blushing thinking about it, and now I really had to see that scene. “Is it out yet?”
“It’s on the website, Wading through Men. It’s a play on Mr. Wades’s name.”
I laughed, and he showed me to a bright white bedroom with a four-poster bed that had neatly tucked-in white sheets and small black ties halfway down each post. The black against the white of the bed really made them stand out.
“Lance, Brian, this is Milo. He’ll be joining me today for the teasing scene. Milo, this is Lance, the camera guy, and Brian, the video guy.” I shook their hands as they were introduced to me. “Now, things may seem a little odd at first since they’ll be pretty close to you at times. But don’t look at them unless they wave to you, and then look right at the camera. Generally that won’t be happening. If you do this enough times, they begin to seem more like pillows than people filming you having sex.”
Brian snorted and shook his head. “Pillows. Right. You couldn’t have chosen something more… anything than a goddamn fluffy pillow?”
Sullivan rolled his eyes and stripped off his shirt, giving me my first look at a lot of toned muscle and one of the best six packs I’d ever seen in person. I just had to reach out and touch him. And then, if I got to do that, I was pretty sure I’d end up biting him.
“Should I be taking my shirt off too?” I asked him.
“Yes. Everything but your pants. They’ll get set up, and then we’ll get started. Do you need anything? Restroom is back into the hallway and one door down on the left if you need it.”
“Yeah. I should probably go do that,” I said. I was feeling restless and didn’t want to stand around watching them when I really wanted to be doing other things, all of them with Sullivan.
The idea of having fun on camera with a hot guy like Sullivan wasn’t bothering me as much as I thought it would have. Sure, I was a bit nervous, but that had more to do with hoping I didn’t look ugly and weird on camera rather than actually being scared about being filmed doing sexy things with someone else. Maybe that would have changed if we were doing something hardcore or something like what Martin was talking about, which was so far outside of my comfort zone it might as well have been on Mars, but this was going to be easy as far as I could tell.
I went into the bathroom and took care of my needs. I took my shirt off while I was in there and tried to look at myself objectively. I was skinny, and my jeans were a bit too big for me. But Sullivan said I had the look, so I guessed I had something going for me. I tried to smooth back the unruly spikes my hair liked to get into. I’d had a beanie on when I was on the bus, and it’d really messed up my hair. But there wasn’t much use in trying to fix it, since it didn’t want to do anything for me anyway.
With a sigh I shook my head, giving up on trying to look any better than I already did, and headed back into the bedroom.
“All ready?” Sullivan asked me when I came in.
I nodded. “Sure thing.”
He smiled at me and went over to a little table off to the side that I hadn’t noticed before. When he motioned me over, I followed and saw a bunch of kinky stuff laid out for us to use. “I won’t be torturing you or anything like that here, unless being denied pleasure counts, so none of the hard stuff will be used. Are you okay with your face being shown, or do you want to use a mask?”
It was something I’d been thinking about, off and on, since I’d been told that I had the choice. “I’ll go without the mask.”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Yes.” It might have been a mistake—in fact it probably would end up being that way—but I didn’t have family or friends to worry about seeing it, so I wasn’t all that worried about my decision either. It was probably pretty unlikely that my future professors or colleagues would see it either.
He shrugged and turned back to the table in front of us. “All right. So most of this won’t be used on you today, but I wanted you to see what we had available to work with in case you get a callback for another scene.”
“Thanks.” I appreciated him doing that, and maybe my interest would be piqued later. But right now I knew that I was comfortable with the basics, so I wanted to start from there and maybe, if Mr. Wades liked what I did enough, get to come back and play with Sullivan again. I knew there was chance that I’d be with someone else, but I hoped that wouldn’t be the case.
“Ready to get started?” Sullivan asked.
“Yes.” We walked toward the bed and I raised my arms over my head, making sure I was loosened up so that I didn’t get sore having them stretched out. I didn’t really know how long it would take but figured it would be a bit before I got to be untied.
The bedroom door opened, and Mr. Wades came through with a plain white envelope. “Here you are, Milo. Thank you for joining us, and if everything goes well and Sullivan recommends you for a callback, I hope to see you here again.”
I didn’t know what he was giving me until I had it in my hands. And then I was opening it up and looking down at the most cash I’d ever held at one time.
“Count it. We’ve got time,” Sullivan told me before eating another chocolate.
“You don’t trust him?” I was already counting it, which was easy because it was all hundreds.
Sullivan laughed, and I went to my bag and put the cash away. “You should always count money before assuming it’s all there, regardless of who gives it to you. All set?”
I nodded and looked to the camera guys. “Do I just lie down, or where do we start?”
Lance moved around me and started taking pictures. “Be natural. Relaxed. You’re trying something new with your lover. Give me a smile. Bigger. No, not quite that big. You’re shy, a little nervous. Beautiful. Undo the button of your jeans.”
“I thought I was keeping them on….” I looked to Sullivan, wanting him to come ease the sudden butterflies in my gut.
Sullivan walked up behind me and put one hand on my ribs, right under my left nipple, and the other on my stomach, with his fingertips just under the band of my underwear. “You are. This is just for the pictures on the site. When people get a membership, they get hundreds of pictures of the shoot plus the video. Tempt them into wanting to see you again.”
That made sense, and I did my best, trying to look sexy but nervous, shy, and sweet all at the same time as I opened the button of my fly. Lance kept taking pictures, and Sullivan kissed the side of my neck, then paused for Lance to take some pictures. He moved his hands over my chest, down my stomach, and to my hips, and all the while Lance’s camera kept going off as he moved around us. Sullivan helped me button my pants back up. Brian came toward us too. I saw that his camera was on as well, and he gave me a nod, maybe to let me know that he was recording this now.
I hadn’t been given any lines or any sort of direction, but maybe that was what was supposed to happen. Sullivan turned me in his arms, and put a hand on the back of my neck and then the other on my butt, squeezing me hard through my jeans, before he kissed me. There was nothing soft or delicate about his kisses. Instead he was rough, demanding, and so sure of himself it was hard not to want him right then and there. The guys I’d dated had been sweet, nothing at all like Sullivan. I didn’t know how much of this was acting for him, but for me none of it was. I was enjoying kissing Sullivan, and when he shoved his tongue into my mouth and rubbed his hips against the front of my jeans, I moaned. I put my arms around his shoulders, and he lifted me up against him.
It was easy to keep kissing him as he carried me over to the bed. I’d never been carried before and was a bit afraid of being dropped until I felt the bed against my back as Sullivan lay down on top of me. I kept my legs apart, wanting to feel him pressing against me and rubbing on me as we continued kissing. He moved his mouth away from mine, and I turned my head to the side as he nipped at my chin and neck. I was warm, and my brain was going
fuzzy, and I loved it.
Sullivan grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. We kissed more, and I sucked on his mouth as he ground against me. I brought my heels up to dig into his butt, pressing him in more until I could feel his dick through his jeans. He was hard, and there was a lot of satisfaction in me at being able to get him hard since he probably did this with lots of guys. Without breaking the kiss, he was able to tie one of my hands to the posts using the black ties. They were made of some soft material, which was pretty comfortable, so I made sure not to struggle at all as he did my other hand too. Once I was secured, he left my mouth, and I pouted until he started kissing down the front of my throat to the top of my ribs.
“You’re so hard,” he told me as he moved one of his hands down my stomach to trail over the waistband of my jeans. He looked up at me, and I nodded. I wasn’t sure if I was giving him permission or if he would have cupped my dick through my jeans anyway, but I liked to think maybe he was asking if it was okay. I lifted my hips and arched into his hand, desperate for more from him.
“Tell me you want me,” he said.
That wasn’t hard. I licked my lips. “I want you.” The camera kept clicking, and I didn’t even really notice Brian and Lance as they walked around us, taking their video and their pictures, because the only person in the room that I was paying attention to was Sullivan.
Sullivan dipped his head and licked at my left nipple. I’d always been really sensitive, and I tried not to laugh when it tickled, but when he full-on bit me, I gasped and lifted off the bed. He chuckled, and I knew that I was bright red when he looked up at me.
“You’re awful,” I joked.
“Sure.” He licked my nipple, soothing where he’d bit me and leaving a trail of warmth in his wake. Once he was done, he leaned up to whisper against my neck, “You’re beautiful.”
I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to speak or not, since he’d hidden his mouth against my neck, so I only nodded, letting him know that I’d heard him. He kissed my neck and ran his hand down my chest to my stomach, where he paused for only a moment before grabbing me through my jeans. I gasped and turned my head toward him, opening my mouth and eagerly awaiting his kiss.
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