2 comments/ 45914 views/ 4 favorites Confessions of a Model Ch. 05 By: XSchreiber Chapter 5 – The video shoot. As luck would have it, the very next day Alex called. He apologized for not having called already, saying he'd misplaced my number. Anyhow, he wanted to take me out. So we set a date. I was waiting tables on Friday night, but Saturday was all clear, so we set up an early date, around noon. After we hung up I immediately got started thinking about what had happened with Randy, regretting it now all the more. I didn't think Alex would like me so much if he found out. I put it out of my mind, and that Saturday I had a great time. Alex and I went down to Laguna Beach and walked around, then drove up to the Irvine Spectrum. He made me laugh and made me feel so comfortable. After dinner we went out to a comedy club. He brought me home at one in the morning. I’d spent nearly thirteen hours with him and never been bored. We talked about so much stuff it felt like we were making up for lost time. I really liked him. At the end of the date we made out on my front doorstep for another hour. I went to bed feeling great. The next afternoon, he called and we talked even more. He came over on Monday. We kissed some more, but that’s as far as it went. I wanted to build a real relationship with Alex; I didn’t want it to be based on sex. As things went better with Alex, I started to get more anxieties about what I'd let happen with Randy. I kept imagining him bragging about how he'd shagged me while they worked together editing some video. I had this horrible feeling that stayed in the pit of my stomach. I tried not to think about it. I knew there was no use worrying about something you can't change. Wednesday I went to pick up my paycheck. I also wanted to ask Randy to keep what had happened between us. When I got to the house/studio Randy greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. It was the middle of the day -- I didn’t want to be there alone at night with him again. He invited me to come to the back, offered me a drink, but I told him I couldn’t stay and asked about the check. Randy said they weren’t ready yet, but I could pick it up tomorrow after my video shoot. I was nervous and left without bringing up our liaison. Driving home, I found myself hoping the incident would just happen to never be mentioned. I talked to Alex that night. He invited me to a concert to see a kick ass band in two weeks. I thought about him often. I figured I would make tomorrow’s shoot my last. It was fun, and the money was easy, but it really was too much of a cloud hanging over my head. That’s how good things were with Alex. The next day, I was still nervous as I drove up to the house, even though this was my third shoot. I was going to do video this time, and wasn’t sure what to do. There were lots of cars in the drive. Alex's wasn't one of them, of which I was glad. I parked on the road and walked up to the house, entering quietly in case they were filming. I heard Randy’s voice, barking out technical instructions to his crew. There were a few people there inside. I kind of stood near the set, bag slung over my shoulder, as I waited for Randy to see me and fill me in. Thankfully it didn’t take long. Randy saw me, smiled big and walked over. “There’s my starlet,” he said. “Hey, we’re running a little behind. I’ve got another couple to film before you’re on. So go ahead and get ready for the shoot. Your costume should be labeled and ready for you in the back. Take your time, get your makeup ready. You can even watch the scene if you’re ready in time.” With that he was back to his crew, trying to get everything quickly ready. I went back to the changing room. There were three other people in there. A girl was in a chair in front of the mirror. Her hair was dyed blonde and she had makeup on. The actress, I presumed. I was a bit shocked at what was going on on the couch. A guy was sitting back on the couch, his pants down and his cock sticking up in the air. A brunette girl was sitting next to him, talking low and close, her hand pumping him. I tried to act non-chalant, walking over to the mirror as if no-big-deal. The actress adjusting her makeup looked up at me with a cursetory glance. ‘Hello’ she said. I set my bag down and found my change of clothes on the rack, my name tagged on: A pair of low cut jeans and a short blouse. Included were instructions to wear panties but no bra. Out of the corner of my eye I saw the girl on the couch lean over. When I turned I saw she had her mouth on the guy's cock. Then one of the tech people stuck his head in and said, ‘places.’ The brunette released the actor's cock and he stood up, his pants strained as he fastened them over his cock. Then he and the girl at the mirror filed out of the room. The brunette straightened her clothes then, with a smile I returned as politely as I could, walked out as well. About twenty minutes later I was changed into costume and had done my makeup. I checked myself out in the mirror. My stomach was tan and lean, the jeans looked good on me, and my breasts were half exposed in the loose blouse. I got myself in character, looking at myself with pouty, glossy lips. I started soundlessly mouthing dirty words to the mirror, practicing my 'fuck me' eyes. My confidence was high, I was ready. I was no longer Jennifer Stevens, Alabama girl. I was once again Rachel Davies: porn star, seductress. I decided to see what was happening on set. I heard the moans before I even got to the front. The actress was on top of the guy, raising herself up and down, his cock steaming into her pussy. I watched from the hall entrance for about five minutes, mesmerized, until Randy yelled ‘cut.’ The actors had switched positions and the guy had been pumping at the bent over girl. Now they stopped, looking at Randy, the guy’s rock hard cock slipped out of the actress. Randy started barking technicals to the four crew guys as they adjusted equipment. The actor walked to the side of the set and there was the brunette. She dropped to her knees and took his wet hard cock, covered with the actress’s pussy juice and all, into her mouth. I was about twenty feet away, and I realized the actor was staring at me, pure unmasked lust in his eyes as the girl sucked his powerful swollen cock. My pussy involuntarily moistened as I met his gaze. I was half afraid that he would suddenly come over to me because I might have let him fuck me there in front of everyone. I felt my cheeks redden and I wasn’t able to stop a nervous smile from coming to my face. He smiled back. Then Randy called places and everything started moving again. He took his place behind the actress and on Randy’s signal, started fucking her anew. To the soundtrack of the actress’ endless moaning I walked around the set until I was at the couches. The brunette sat there focused on the scene. I sat a few feet away and turned my attention toward the set, too. Then she spoke to me in a hushed whisper. She was pretty, friendly, though I wouldn’t have immediately thought she wasn’t a high school dropout. She told me the actor was her boyfriend; she was his fluffer, keeping him hard between takes. I couldn't imagine how someone could watch their significant other have sex with other people. And I recalled how he was staring at me as she sucked his dick, but I kept my mouth shut about both these things. She asked me what I was supposed to be doing. I told her, and also said how nervous I was about it. She then told me she had something that would help calm my nerves if I wanted it. I asked what it was and she produced a little white pill. Ecstasy, she said. I knew of it, but never taken it. I knew it was something people take in dance clubs. It wasn’t one of the heavy drugs. I thanked her and took the pill. She gave me a big smile. We both turned back to the scene. Despite the actress’ over the top moaning, it was a pretty hot sight. He was fucking her so hard she never had a moment to focus. After a few minutes, Randy signaled, and the actor pulled out. The actress got on her knees in and took the actor in her hands and mouth. About half a minute passed, then he took his cock in his own hand and started stroking. Almost immediately he started painting her face with creamy white cum, jumping out in powerful jets, while she closed her eyes and held her mouth open. It wasn’t until about thirty seconds after he’d cum, what felt like a lifetime watching the actress sit there trying to figure out what to do with her new facial, before Randy yelled to cut. A techie walked on set with towels and handed them to the actors. The girl started wiping her face. Randy congratulated them on a great scene. The fluffer got up and then turned back to me. With a smile, she said, “It was nice meeting you. Maybe you’ll get to fuck Dave someday,” meaning her actor boyfriend. “Oh, and break a leg!” With that, she bounded over to him and they went into the back. The set was now being readied for me, and my heart was pounding. Randy greeted me with a smile and started telling me what we would start off with. He said, basically I would perform a striptease and then I would use a dildo. I was a bit taken back by the inclusion of masturbation with a dildo. It was something we hadn't discussed, but Randy really left me no time to object or even think about it before he had me agreeing to do it. I was still pretty turned on by the live sex show I’d just witnessed, so maybe that had something to do with my decision. They moved the living room furniture out and replaced it with a bedroom suit. In no time we were ready to film. Randy told me to basically play the role of a girl who’s come home, she’s hot, her boyfriend isn’t around, so she decides to get herself off. He called action and I moved across the set, trying to disguise my awareness of the camera. I began touching my boobs over my shirt, moving slowly as if to seduce an invisible lover, or as if my hands belonged to my lover. I reached my arms down, my hands to my crotch, then sat back on the bed. Screwing my courage, I lifted up my shirt, over my head and off. I massaged my now exposed breasts in front of the camera. Then I reached inside my shorts and panties and touched my cunt, running my fingers through the small triangle of hair. Then I unfastened the button on the shorts, and slid them down, letting them drop. I swung my legs up onto the bed and lay back, spreading my thighs apart. My panties were wet and steamy to the touch. I'd been horny ever since watching the first couple. I closed my eyes, caressing myself through the thin fabric. Then I slid my fingers under the elastic waistband, and over my wet cunt lips. Without any direction, I went ahead and pulled my panties down to my ankles. Now I was naked before the camera. I touched my breasts again, massaged down my body to the juncture of my legs. Spreading them slightly more, I slipped a hand over my cunt, then a finger lightly through its wet folds. My nipples were stiff and my pussy hot and wet as I dipped one finger in, circling. I drew my knees up, spreading wider, moving my finger inside my slick tunnel. I heard Randy’s voice, low: “Get the toy.” Reaching back onto the bed I found the dildo. It was sleek but fleshy. I put one hand over my mons, the fingers over my clit, while with the other hand I put the dildo to my entrance. My pussy was really runny with juices now, and I was feeling good as I began to work the rubbery dildo inside me. I started to thrust it a little deeper and deeper, my fingers now steadily manipulating my clit. I was starting to feel really good for a few minutes, really horny, when Randy said, ‘Alright, now Jeff’s going to come on.’ I looked up, startled, freezing. ‘Keep moving!' he said to me. 'Keep moving!' I began to move the dildo again. The pleasure came back, but I was still concerned. 'Don’t worry,’ Randy said. ‘You’re not going to have to do more than you’re doing now. You’re just going to simulate sex. He’s your boyfriend, and he’s come by to surprise you.’ I wasn’t sure what to do, but I wasn’t ready yet to break the scene. I watched as Jeff walked onto the set, fully clothed. I continued pumping the dildo in and out as he moved over to the bed. I didn't see this guy before the shoot started, and momentarily I wondered where he had come from. Then Randy instructed us to kiss, so we did - me naked on the bed, dildo inside me, kissing a fully clothed stranger. Following direction, Jeff ran his hands along my naked thighs, up my rib cage to cup my breasts. When our kiss broke and I looked at him, I realized Jeff was really hot. His eyes were beautiful, piercing, looking straight into mine. Jeff reached down and took the dildo in his hand, moving mine aside. He started to move it up and down my wet slit. Pleasure washed through me, a tight desire that wound through my body from where the dildo was parting my swollen cunt lips. He pushed it into me slowly, his eyes locked with mine. Then he began to move it in and out, fucking me with it, slowly accelerating. I began moaning with pleasure. Over and over he thrust it into me. Then suddenly he pulled it out. I opened my eyes just in time to see his mouth close over my cunt. His tongue lashed up my vagina. I closed my eyes as his lips and tongue began expertly working my sex. It felt so good! My mind stumbled over thoughts. This wasn’t simulated, he was actually licking my pussy. This wasn’t at all what I agreed to. But shit, it felt good. Did Randy plan this? I was trying to decide whether to get up and walk out, but Jeff’s mouth felt so good. Maybe I would wait, I thought, a gasp escaping my lips as Jeff deftly licked my clitoris. Maybe I would wait until he got me off. So I settled back, letting my mind rest and focus on the pleasure I was receiving. Jeff slipped two fingers inside my slick tunnel while his lips gently sucked on my clitoris. He began to fuck me with those fingers, running them along the top front of my cunt walls. His tongue flicked at my clit rapidly. I was dizzy and awash with the pleasure of my rapidly approaching orgasm. He was going to make me cum! Then, inexplicably, just as I was teetering on the brink, Jeff stopped. I don’t remember hearing any direction from Randy -- Not then, or at all during the course of events (and in retrospect, it was as if he didn’t want to remind me of himself or the cameras). Jeff stood up before me. My body was still in the throes of near-orgasm. His hands took mine and I opened my eyes as he helped me into a sitting position. His shirt was off. I marveled at his cut muscles, hard and defined as sculpted marble. I looked up at his face, and thought to myself ‘A face like Tom Cruise, A body like Brad Pitt.’ I brought my eyes back down as he finished unfastening his pants. He pulled out his cock, long, thick and beautiful. Perfectly shaped, as if it had been sculpted out of marble. Jeff was built as if for the sole purpose of seducing and fucking women. Instinctively I reached out and touched it, folding my fingers around the flesh that felt so warm, so hard in my hand. I stroked it, running my hand the length of it once, twice and again, marveling at how good it looked, how ripe and how powerful. I brought my gaze up to Jeff, his eyes burned though me, cranking up the lust in my body. ‘Just suck it,’ he whispered. ‘Taste it.’ I looked back at his cock, my lips needed to touch it, to feel the hot skin. I dipped my head down and opened my mouth. His glans brushed my lips as I sucked him into my wet mouth. His gorgeous meat filled my mouth. I slid my tongue in circles around his encaptured cockhead. I took him in deep, all the way to the back of my mouth and there were still at least four or five more inches to go. I suckled back to the head. I suddenly remembered I was on camera, this was all being recorded to be on evidence forever, for anyone to see. I took my mouth off his cock, my hand still absent mindedly stroking it, and looked at Randy and the camera. A million things were running through my thoughts, not least of which were a future career, family, now with this as a black mark to keep secret. Jeff grazed my cheek with his hand, bringing me out of my thoughts. I looked up and his deep, confident eyes locked with mine. In a soft but sexual voice, he whispered, ‘Just enjoy yourself, baby.’ His cock twitched in my hand. A thick drop of clear precum hung at the tip. My mouth watered at the sight. I licked the droplet, then sucked the tasty juices in. ‘That’s it,’ he said. ‘Let yourself be a bad girl.’ My nipples stiffened at his words. Why shouldn’t I? I thought. Hollywood stardom was so far from here, why worry about hurting a career I didn’t have? It was amazing the sexual power this man exuded. I looked up at Jeff, butterflies in my stomach, but a wicked smile spreading across my face. ‘What the fuck’, I thought, if I was going to do this, I might as well do it all the way. I was going to blow his cock like he’d never had it before. I took his cockhead in my mouth, my tongue licking circles around his glans. I let go of him with my hand, so that I was only holding him with my mouth. Keeping him in my mouth, I thrashed my head around in circles. Then I sucked him as deep as I could, his cock filling my entire mouth, glans nudging the back of my throat. There must have been five inches in my mouth, and there was another five to go, but his cock was so thick I knew there was no way I could deep throat him. I pulled back to the tip, then sucked in as much as I could again. I did this again and again. My dark blonde hair had fallen forward on my face, and with one of his hands Jeff brushed it back on one side. He held my hair back, his hand lightly on the top and back of my head. Soon he began to slightly thrust to meet my movements. With each thrust his cockhead crammed against the back of my throat, causing my eyes to water, but he was whispering down to me dirty encouragements which turned me on even more. His cockflesh was hard but soft, and felt great in my mouth. Every now and then as he drew back I had to try to swallow the mixture of saliva and precum that steadily filled my mouth. I knew he was going to have to cum soon, and I was preparing to take his cum in my mouth, or even on my face. The thought made my pussy was tingle even more, and it became an itch that I needed scratched. My mouth full of cock, I debated in my head. 'All the way,' I thought. 'I've done this much, I might as well do it all, get the big paycheck.' I slurped back off his cock, letting it go before he blew his load and the party ended. Leaning back, his thick cock bouncing heavily in front of me, I looked up at his slightly surprised face. With a naughty smile, I moved back on the bed, taking my feet off the floor. He got a knee on the bed and I pulled him on, my eyes ever drawn to his beautiful cock. I helped him down on his back, and shuffled around on my knees so that I was between his legs. His hard cock was standing stiff and straight up in the air. Unable or unwilling to resist my impulses, I dipped my head back down and took him in my mouth again, sucking his cock to the back of my throat. I held him in there for a long moment, savoring the feel of his hard flesh filling my mouth. Then I lifted my head off slowly, leaving as much slickening juices as I could. I crawled on top of him, maneuvering around his cock until my knees were on the bed on either side of his hips. Reaching back, I wrapped my fingers around his cock, the juices slippery on my fingers. My heart was pounding. I couldn't believe I was going to do this, but I was so horny I pushed away any thought to the contrary. I steadied his shaft and sat back until I felt his cockhead touch the dripping lips of my cunt. His cock was stiff and straight, aimed and ready to go deep inside me. I sat back a little more, and shivered in pleasure as the swollen head of his cock wedged inside me. His cock felt so good, pushing up into me, spreading me wide as it invaded my oh-so-willing body. Confessions of a Model Ch. 05 I worked my way slowly down, rising up again every few inches before lowering myself back down on his thick shaft. It felt so good as I took his cock deeper inside me. I opened my eyes and looked down at his rock hard body: the chiseled abs and pecs, his biceps, his granite jaw. It felt like my arousal jumped up several notches. I slammed down until I could go no further. It felt like his cockhead was right against my cervix. A visual image of his cock releasing it’s cum right there, flooding my womb with his baby-making fluid flashed in my brain. This man was a god, and at that moment, even though I was on the pill, I wanted his baby inside me. I gave Jeff a big shit-eating grin and began to fuck him as fast as I could. It felt so good. I was slamming onto him, moans escaping my throat. My thighs began to get very tired after a few minutes of this. I leaned toward him, placing my hands on his chest. He began lifting his hips, thrusting into me even faster than I had been bouncing on his cock. I squeezed my pussy muscles around him as he thrust in again and again. After a few minutes, Jeff flipped us over so that now he was above me, his hips between my spread thighs. He rubbed his glans over my wet pussy lips and pushed inside me. He immediately began fucking me hard, pulling almost all the way out, leaving me feeling empty, then pushing in and filling me up again with his thick flesh. I raised my legs up and around him, putting my heels on his buttocks. He took my legs and moved them further up, over his shoulders, bringing my legs closer together, my pussy squeezing tighter on his cock. His cock was sawing into me, and I was feeling so good. He was raring his hips back and slamming home, his cock rubbing the front walls of my vagina all the way back to the very end. I felt an orgasm building. “Don’t stop fucking me,” I whispered. “Say it louder,” he whispered back. “I can’t hear you.” “Don’t stop fucking me,” I moaned aloud. I was going to say more, like keep doing it just like that, but the feeling was rushing on so quick and strong, all I could get out was “Oh, fuck!” Then it hit me and I clenched hard around him and moaned loudly. The waves came washing over me as he continued to fuck me right through it. When I had come down a bit he stopped and leaned close to my ear and whispered with a smile, “Now it’s my turn.” He turned me over onto my knees and I bent over, my ass in the air. He moved closer behind me, his knees between my calves and pressed his cock into my pussy once more. It really was his turn now as he fucked me even harder and faster than before. He was using my pussy for his own pleasure now, no concern for me, but still it felt so good. My face was turned sideways on the pillow, moans continuing to escape my lips with each of his thrusts. I had been keeping my eyes mostly closed, but now I opened them and for the first time since this had started, I noticed one of the cameramen. He had his camera about six feet from me and pointed right at me face, but I didn’t care. I looked in the lens for a second before closing my eyes again. I was getting the cock I wanted and needed, and fuck everybody else. We were making slight slapping noises as his hips hit my ass again and again. I was lost in ecstasy. I could feel the stirrings of another orgasm. Just then Jeff began to moan, he leaned down and whispered for me to turn around, quick. He pulled out of my and I turned around, on my knees. I looked in his eyes and then down at his cock. It was slick and swollen, and his hand was stroking it. He reached his other hand behind my head. I leaned down and started to take his cock in my mouth. He nudged me back with his hand and whispered “Open your mouth.” I did and he stroked his cock only a few more times before the first jet of white cum jumped out. It landed on the right side of my lips and cheek. I moved my head slightly and the next stream went straight into my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and caught the next load, too. The next didn’t go as far and some landed on my chin while the rest went down to soak into the bedsheet. I leaned in and took his cockhead in my mouth again, making sure I got the rest of his cum. His cock pulsed a few more times, giving me more of his warm, slippery semen. I swallowed, but continued to suck on his cock until he pulled away. I looked up at him and smiled as I saw a smile on his face. I couldn’t believe I was still feeling horny and wanted to fuck some more. Just then, Randy yelled cut, and I remembered again where I was: surrounded by strangers watching me have sex with another complete stranger. Then the crew started clapping. Regretfully, Jeff got off the bed. I still didn’t want to see him go. Randy came up to the bed with a smile of his own. “Great job, guys,” he said. “That was fucking awesome. Rachel… you totally surprised me. Great, hot fucking work.” One of the crew handed me a towel to wipe off the cum that was still hanging on my face. Jeff went off toward the dressing room, and I got up to do the same. Confessions of a Model Ch. 06 Confessions of a Model. (Jennifer Stevens' story) Chapter 6 Jeff disappeared around the corner, heading back to the dressing room. I was about to do the same, hopefully catch him, and do what I wasn't sure. But right then Randy stepped in front of me. "That was so fucking hot," he said, giving my body a quick scan. Suddenly, I was aware how naked I was, and really wanted to cover myself. "Thanks, Randy," I said. He stepped closer to me. "Let me see that," he said, reaching for the towel. I reluctantly released it to his hand. "You've still got some cum on your face." He wiped the towel on the side of my cheek. I held firm as he pushed the cloth against my skin. "And some here," he said, dropping the towel to my left breast. I took the towel from his hands and finished wiping myself. "Thanks," I said, not too friendly. I excused myself and went back to the dressing room. Jeff had just given me the best sex I'd ever had and despite myself I was reluctant to see him get away. He wasn't there. I cursed to myself and stuck my head back out into the hall. My heart was still going a mile a minute. There were a couple of shut doors I hadn't seen behind yet. Maybe he was in one of those. I was still horny, and was starting to think maybe the pill the girl had given me hadn't exactly 'calmed' me. I could feel it in my crotch. I wanted to get laid again. I did my best to steady my nerves. I needed to get out of there before I let the whole crew rut between my legs. I quickly started dressing. That's when I heard a voice behind me. "Rachel, right?" I turned with a jump. It was Jeff. My heart fluttered and my pussy pulsed. I stood there in my bra and pants, staring at him. "Isn't it Rachel?" He asked. I looked back at him, for a split second I forgot my adopted stage name, but quickly recovered. "Oh, yah," I said, laughing. "Sorry, you surprised me." "It was really great working with you," he said. "Thanks, you too," I said, but I was thinking -Oh, take me down and fuck me fuck me fuck me, you sexy man. "Hey, I don't know if you'd be interested," he said, then did a quick check behind him. "But I'm going to be starting my own site, soon. And I was thinking you'd be great-" "Sure," I said, a little too quickly. "I may not be able to pay as much as Randy -not at first..." he said. "But pretty soon I hope to be able to pay you more than him." Not that money was as important to me (at that moment) as his cock was. "We can work that out," I said. "Give me your email address so I can get in contact with you," he said. I told him the address while he wrote. Then, just for good measure, I gave him my phone number, too. He handed me a business card. "Use the email on the back," he said. "And the phone number on the back, too, if you need to." He stepped back to the door. "I'll be in touch in a few weeks," he said. "You can touch me anytime," I said. What the fuck was I saying? Did that even make sense? He gave me a funny look and walked out. I turned the card over. There was an email address and a phone number written in pen on the back. I put the card in my purse, smiling. Now it was time to get out of there. I finished dressing, grabbed my bag and purse, then realized I still needed to pick up my check. Fuck. Bag slung over my shoulder, I looked around for Randy. I found him putting up equipment, directing two guys moving a light stand. "Randy," I said. "Can I get that check from you now?" He turned around and looked at me like I had just spoken a foreign language. Then suddenly you could see the recognition spread across his face. "Oh, yeah," he said. "Sure, Rachel." He wiped his hands on his shirt. "Wait for me at the editing room. I'll be there in a sec." I walked back to the room where television and computer screens were set up with other equipment and wires. As soon as I stepped to the door, my eyes went wide. There I was, on screen. The camera angle was from behind Jeff, and showed his cock plunging into me over and over. I have to say I was mesmerized. The camera angle changed and now I could clearly see my whole body, and Jeff's from the neck down. This was real, what I'd done. This was going to go to the internet for anyone to see. I must've stood there a good two minutes, barely registering the two guys at the monitor. It was surreal to watch. "Hey," said one of the guys. "Nice work." I tore my eyes from the screen to see both of them looking at me. "Thanks," I said. To the sound of my moans on screen, they turned back to the monitor. One of them turned back to me, as if comparing me to the girl getting fucked on screen. "Fucking hot," he said. "Thanks," I said. Watching myself like this made my pussy tingle again. I wished Alex was there so he could scratch my itch. Fuck, I'd forgotten about him! What would he think about this? There was no way he wouldn't find out. He would have to come in to edit the sound. Just then Randy came in. He stopped to look at the screen again. "Ah, the glory of digital," he said. "Instant satisfaction." He watched for another second, then turned to me. "Again, great job!" He was looking right at my chest, the creep. "So, got my check?" I asked. To his credit, he didn't break his smile. "Sure," he said. We went across the hall into his office. It was a fair sized room with equipment and stacks of tape lining the left wall. On the right was a cheap looking self-assemble desk topped with papers. In the middle, on the back wall was a green couch that just fit. Randy went to the desk and rummaged through the stacks for a few seconds before finding it. He turned and handed me a white envelope. When he did so, he took my hand. "You know, you have got a great screen presence," he said, gently but insistently pulling me closer to him. "With the right moves you could be a star in this business." He wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me in proximity. He leaned in and his tongue went straight for my ear. His right hand snaked down, tried to get into my pants and when that failed, reached around to grab my ass as close to my pussy as possible. What I couldn't believe was that I was actually feeling a little turned on. That pill sure did it's work! I had to do something to extract myself from this situation. "Randy," I said. "I have to pee." He continued to kiss my ear for a moment before straightening up. He looked me in the eyes and said, "Sure. You can use my bathroom over there." I looked where he had indicated and there was a second door leading from the room. His office had apparently once been a master bedroom and had it's own bathroom. Fuck, I thought. How am I going to get away? I went into the bathroom anyway, disappointed to see no other doors leading out. What could I do? Wait in here for him to be called away? I'd have to get past him somehow. Just move inconspicuously fast. I stood there thinking of no better plan. Then I realized I really did have to pee. Just as I was finishing, my shorts around my ankles, the doorknob turned and Randy walked in. "Randy, what the fuck!?" I yelled. "Easy, not like you've got anything I haven't seen recently," he said. "I was just getting a tape." There actually was a small videotape on the bathroom counter. I grabbed my panties and shorts and pulled them up as I stood, and suddenly Randy was there. He grabbed my hands before I could finish buttoning and pushed them to my side. He leaned in and kissed me, his tongue sliding along my closed lips. My panties and shorts were pushed back down my legs and then his hands were up my shirt, touching my breasts through my skimpy bra. In retrospect, I wish I had screamed, kneed him in the groin or scratched him, and I don't know why I didn't fight. Maybe it was because I was too tired, or I knew that since I'd let him have me once before people wouldn't believe me. Or maybe it was that damned pill, and here was a hard cock ready to give my body the attention it demanded, and I wanted it bad. Whatever it was, my feet stepped out of my shorts bunched around my feet, sliding out one at time, and I opened my mouth to Randy's tongue. We moved a few feet, and my ass hit the cool marbled counter. Randy's hand reached between my legs, his fingers began to tenderly caress the folds of my pussy. I opened up my legs slightly, resting my weight on the countertop. He stroked me softly, and gradually his fingertips became coated with my juices. When I guess he thought I was wet enough, he dropped his trousers. I watched as his cock came free, bobbing slightly. The tip was red and swollen and he moved closer, aiming it at my wet slit. I couldn't wait to feel it inside me. Using his hand he moved his glans up and down my cunt lips twice, then he pushed forward. My eyes closed as I felt his cock wedge deeper inside me. I felt like such a slut, my nipples were tight and my whole body tingled as I sat there, pussy wet, legs spread for a dirty old man with a hard cock. And it was the second cock I'd taken in one day. Randy pushed into me until he was buried completely inside me, and looked straight in my eyes. He began to thrust gently, pulling all the way back and then pushing back in. His gaze left my eyes and trailed down my body, over my breasts, down to our wet juncture. As he watched his flesh disappear into mine, his pace increased. I couldn't help but moan as the pleasure invaded my core. I put my feet against the cabinet doors and let myself down off the counter just a bit more, so that I was just on the edge and I could spread my legs even wider for him. This made it easier for him to maneuver, and now his thrusts sped up considerably, which was exactly what I wanted. From the angle we were now in, every time he thrust all the way inside me, he brushed my clit, sending shivers of pleasure through me. After a few minutes, he came to a stop inside me, and reached his arms around the small of my back. As he picked me up, my ass stung from where the edge of the counter bit into my flesh. He carried me out of the bathroom and into his office, setting me down on the desk. He thrust into me slowly a few times, smiling at me. "I wanna fuck you from behind," he said in a hoarse whisper. His cock slipped from me and I numbly turned around, placing my hands between stacks of papers and tapes. Facing the window, I could see sunlight still peeking through the closed blinds. Randy's cockhead pushed against the wet flesh around my vagina, then found it's way between my pussy lips and he began to work his way back into me. His cock was thrusting into me over and over, and I was feeling very good. My eyes were closed, concentrating on the feeling while small moans escaped my throat. He slowed down for a moment, then repositioned. He pushed my shirt up my back, and I helped him pull it over my head. Then he started fucking me hard and fast, his cockhead jabbing against the walls of my pussy over and over. It was then I noticed movement out of the corner of my half-shut eye. My eyes snapped open and I saw what it was. One of the tech guys was standing to our right, holding a video camera. I quickly looked back at Randy, to tell him, and from the look on his face I could tell the asshole must have seen the camera before I did, and obviously didn't care to let me know. It was at that point I freaked. Like I suddenly I was humiliated. I tried to get Randy off me, but he had me pinned down, his hard cock buried inside me. He told me to just be cool. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't believe my shitty luck. But my pussy was still feeling so good, so turned on. Randy moved inside me, sending a wave of pleasure to my brain. 'Just a few more thrusts,' I thought. 'I'm already on camera.' That damn pill. My heart was thumping wildly. 'Randy's on this one', I remember thinking, 'so he won't want to show it to anyone else'. The logic was faulty, but I accepted it for the moment. Fuck the camera, I wanted to keep feeling his cock plow into my pussy. My head dropped down, letting my hair fall over my face. I closed my eyes and let myself go, squeezing his thrusting flesh inside me. Randy adjusted and his cock was now coming into me at a different angle. I didn't know whether or not he knew what he was doing, but now his cock was sliding right over my g-spot. He started fucking me with a real steady rhythm, his hands on my waist. He had to know he was doing something right, because I couldn't keep the moans quiet anymore. I have to admit, Randy may be an asshole, but he sure knows how to use his cock. Before long I could feel my orgasm overtaking me while he kept thrusting and thrusting. It hit hard and I squeezed on his cock. He pressed firmly into me and held himself there while I was wracked with pleasure, uncontrollable moans coming from my throat. "You're so sexy," he whispered in my ear. "You have such a hot pussy." His cock kept thrusting inside me, making me feel so good. "Oh, yeah," he said. "You're going to make me cum. Your pussy feels so good you're going to make me cum. Do you want me to cum on your face? Or do you want me to cum in your pussy?" He asked the last question as if I'd already answered yes. I couldn't think how to reply. No, I didn't want him to cum in my pussy again, but between my moans I didn't say it. "You want to feel my hot load inside you?" he said. "Oh... Yeah, baby, I'm going to cum in your hot pussy, I'm going to cum up inside you," he said. "Get ready, get ready." Then with a loud groan he pulled almost all the way out of me, leaving the head of his cock inside me. His body shuddered, and I felt each shot of cum as it spurted into me, wet and warm, for the camera to see. "Oh yeah," he kept saying. "Oh yeah." Then he pulled out, and immediately I felt a big glob of wet slide out of my pussy and down my leg. "Oh yeah," he said again. "Get in tight on that." His hands were then on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart, thumbs trying to spread my cunt lips. "Squeeze it out, baby. Let's see it." The dickhead. I was bent over the desk, head down, wishing this had not just fucking happened on camera. I felt more cum drip out of me, and I squeezed inside my pussy. Thanks to that pill, I was still feeling horny, despite still being pissed. I reached down and picked up my shirt. Without looking back at Randy or the cameraman, I went into the bathroom to get dressed. It was time to get out of there before I let it happen again. I walked back into Randy's office, dressed and cleaned up, check in hand. Randy was waiting for me, partially dressed. He had a smug grin on his face as he looked at me. "You didn't know I used to act in my videos, did you?" "No," I said. "When can I pick up my check?" "Give me a few days," he said. "Just drop by and see if it's ready." "All right," I said, and walked past him to the door. "You know," he said in a softer tone. "You should spend the night with me tonight." He was leering at me with a grin, rattling a bottle of Viagra like a shaker. "Later, Randy," I said, and bag over my shoulder, I stepped into the hall. An image on a monitor caught my eye as I walked past the next room, and there was the guy who had held the camera on me with Randy, watching the raw footage on two monitors. One of his arms disappeared at the wrist inside his shorts, and was moving. I couldn't believe what I was considering, feeling the wetness stir in my crotch. He turned and saw me standing there. He had a surprised look in his eye, but his hand did not stop moving inside his shorts. I quickly turned and headed for the door. What the fuck had I been thinking? And what was I going to do about Alex?