20 comments/ 29944 views/ 41 favorites Dangerous Professions: Porn Star By: LBGrant I'm so excited to be posting back on Lit. I've been away for a while, but I'm hoping I still have a fan or two left out there who might be interested in some new material. Welcome to the first installment of a new series I'm calling Dangerous Professions. A brief warning, particularly for fans who have followed my previous stories. The chapters in this series are not meant to be grand romances, and each installment will be a stand-alone tale with unique characters. I just have some pretty edgy stuff floating around in my brain that I thought would fit best here on Lit in the Non-Con/Reluctance category verses publishing. I like to call it erotica. My husband calls it porn. You choose your own description. Content alert: This particular story is heavy on power exchange themes. While there are activities that some may characterize as BDSM (shocking, I know from me) this is BDSM with dubious consent, a HUGE no-no in real life. (Please don't leave comments telling me this is bad BDSM - I know that, but that's why it is fictional, and why I posted in this category) I'd like to thank Northbaybear for editing for me and as always, my only reward for posting on Lit is to hear from you. What's working? What's not? It's how I'll continue to grow as a writer. ~Livia Grant ***** Randy didn't have time for this shit. He'd been waiting several minutes at the empty reception desk for someone to meet and greet him. He assumed the assistant was just in the bathroom since the PC was still logged on. Eventually losing patience, he pressed forward through the small reception office towards the one and only closed door. After weaving through a waiting area filled with ugly-ass furniture, Randy approached the office to find the door ajar. "That-a-girl. Nice and deep now. Just like I like it." He had arrived for an unannounced visit hoping to catch Bobby by surprise. By the looks of the deep-throat blowjob in progress, he'd succeeded. Randy can't see the woman behind the gagging and slurping sounds coming from behind his cousin's large wooden desk. Leaning back in his chair, head back, eyes closed, Bobby enjoyed the attention his assistant paid to his favorite body part. She must have tried to take a break because Bobby reached forward and yanked her back to his cock. Randy worried the poor girl was going to puke she was gagging so hard. "God dammit Patty. Stop trying to push away. You know that pisses me off." Randy contemplated allowing his cousin to shoot his wad before interrupting, but remembering the purpose of his visit, decided it was best to catch him with his pants down-literally. "I see you're getting a lot of work done this afternoon, Robert." The eyes of the man in the department-store suit flew open. Randy was happy to see the panic there. Maybe his cousin was taking his situation more seriously than it sounded like over the phone yesterday. "Randy. What the fuck are you doing here?" The slurping from under the desk hadn't stopped. Bobby tore his eyes away to look at his lap. "That's enough Patty. Come out of there and get back to work." He tucked his softening cock into his slacks as the source of the gagging crawled from beneath the desk, pulling herself to her feet. Her clothes were disheveled, but it was the state of her smeared makeup that told Randy she'd been at it for a long time. As she glanced up, he saw embarrassment laced with relief when their eyes met. She lifted her arm to swipe self-consciously at the remaining spittle on her face. Unsure why he gave a shit, Randy approached the coffee table, grabbing a few tissues and handed them to her. "Go clean yourself up, honey, and get back to work. I need to talk to your boss here." She tentatively took the tissues, but didn't bother using them before she excused herself. "Thank you, sir." Randy waited until he heard the door close before he addressed his nervous cousin. "I would have thought you'd be taking your situation a bit more seriously, Robert. You think choking your assistant with your pathetic excuse for a cock is going to raise the quarter of a mil you owe me faster?" "Hey, you have no right to come in here like this. I don't know what the fuck you're playing at Randy, but this is still my office. My business. You can't just waltz in here like you own the joint." His cousin's words may sound strong, but the men have known each other their entire lives. He saw the sweat building on the older man's temples and didn't miss the trembling of his cousin's hands as he attempted to nervously pick up a few files. "Let's get a few things straight here, cuz. I can guarantee you I'm not playing and I rarely waltz. More importantly, since I've invested heavily in your business and have yet to see any meaningful return on my very generous loan, I've decided that I actually do own the joint." "What the fuck! That wasn't part of our deal. You don't know shit about the adult entertainment business, anyway." Robert's anxiety grew exponentially as Randy remained cool as a cucumber. "You know what I remember about our deal? I distinctly remember you promising to start paying back the quarter of a million you borrowed long ago. In fact, I think we were supposed to be over half way done with the repayments by now and yet you've barely kept up with interest payments." "Hey, it's not my fault the film project we invested in was a flop. We took a loss." "Correction. You took a loss. I didn't make an investment in a film. I gave you a loan. A loan for which you promised repayment. Period." The man behind the desk paled as reality closed in. "Hey, you don't need to go all mobster on me. You're acting like you're here to break my legs if I don't pay you back." Randy laughed a foreboding chuckle that had his cousin shaking. "You crack me up, Bobby. I'm no mobster. I'm just a retired MMA champion who hasn't been able to beat the shit out of anyone for a couple years now. Don't tempt me." "Christ, Rambo. Don't try to shake me down." "Or what? You gonna tell your mommy on me? Aunt Rita already knows you're a waste. You think she's gonna be happy to find out about your latest fuck up?" "What the hell do you want from me? I'm gonna need some more time to get the money flowing in. I've lost several of my top performers this last year." "Don't you mean your top performers are ditching you because you don't have what it takes to get them the good jobs anymore? You're an agent. You're supposed to be getting porn stars roles in top erotic films. The last report you sent had nothing but second rate productions on the docket." "So I've had some trouble getting directors to invest in my talent, but things are looking up. I've signed a couple new actors that are very promising. In fact, the best one, Kayla Black, is out on her first job for me today. I was just gonna head over to the set to watch after Patty... Well, now. Maybe you should head over there with me." "Maybe I should. The real question is why the fuck you aren't already over on the set if they've already started filming?" "Listen, don't tell me how to do my job. You know jack shit about the adult film industry." "I know this. I picked up the phone and called some of the directors who've stopped working with you in the last year. Every single one of them told me the same thing. Your guys are pussies; the women are spoiled prima donnas who are more trouble than they're worth." "Who the hell told you that?" "The better question is who didn't?" The office phone rang. Patty had put herself back together enough to answer the call. The men didn't even have time to resume their conversation when the assistant knocks lightly on the door. When Bobby ignored her, Randy called out. "Come in, Patty." The ex-porn star turned administrative assistant poked her head in. "I have Butch Jensen on the phone for you, Mr. Ortiz. He says it can't wait." Randy recognized the name of one of the most successful directors in the adult film industry. He watched Bobby become even more nervous before picking up the call from his desk phone. "Hey, Butch. How's my girl doing?" His cousin's face turned beet-red. Randy could hear the screaming man at the other end of the phone through the receiver pressed to Bobby's ear. The director was furious. Randy stood and reached for the phone, pressing the speakerphone button. The pissed off voice of the director bellowed throughout the entire office. "I can't believe you screwed me over again, you bastard. I told you this was your last chance. This bitch is gonna be lucky to get a fucking Viagra commercial by the time I'm done with you." Before Bobby could respond, Randy took control of the call. "I'm so sorry to hear there were problems today, Butch. This is Robert's new partner, Randy. I'm still trying to get up to speed. Would you mind laying out what went wrong today? I give you my word that while Robert may be lax in his management style, I can assure you I have a much more hands on approach to fixing personnel problems. I'd love to understand what went wrong today and what I need to do to prove to you I'm gonna make it right." "It's too late. I told your partner this was his last chance. There are plenty of other agencies that actually groom their talent to be professionals. I called personally so I could tell Robert to his face what an asshole he is. Not only will I not pay a dime for Kayla today, but I'll be sending you a fucking bill for the thousands I lost because of the bitch." "Whoa... Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. Let's start with you laying out what went wrong first." "What didn't go wrong? She showed up forty-five minutes late. She took another thirty minutes to shower so she could shave her snatch. She bitched because she didn't have her own dressing room. She bitched because there was anal in the script and she doesn't do anal. She had to run out to her car to grab her ID even though she knows we can't start without it. The topper was a few takes in when she pushed the lead off her announcing he was taking too long to come. Her pussy was worn out from her boyfriend and she needed a damn break. Can you believe that fucking shit?" Randy gave Robert a look that could kill. "What if I could come up with a win-win solution to our problem? Would you give her another shot?" "I can't stand the sight of her and even if I could, I don't have anything coming up that would be right for her. The crew on this film won't have her back and she has a hard-list longer than my dick." "You let me worry about that. What else you got coming up?" There was a long pause before Butch answered. "I did have the lead pull out of a BDSM shoot the day after tomorrow because her grandma died or some shit like that. You get Kayla onboard, personally escort her on-set, babysit her ass and I'll give her a shot. She'd actually be a good fit for the role because there's a non-con element, and I'd love to turn the guys loose on her. They'll have her shitting herself." Randy chuckled. "You gonna have a problem with her showing up with bruises or welts?" "Hell no. In fact, it will save on some of the make-up. Just don't mark up her face." "Got it. I'll give you a call back after I have my coaching session with her." "Don't leave me hanging." The disgruntled director hung up. ***** Kayla was at a stop light a few minutes from her apartment when her phone lit up. She recognized the ring. It was her no-good agent, Robert. She'd expected his call, but had hoped she would have made it home to her bottles of painkillers and wine before dealing with him. She let it roll to voicemail, but his text arrived next. When the phone rang again, she was aggravated. "Jesus, Robert. Stop calling! I'm driving." She was greeted by silence. Kayla thought the call was dead and was about to press END when she heard him. "Ms. Black. This is your new agent, Randy Ortiz. I'm glad to hear you are still in your car, because your presence is required at our office. I'll expect you here within the next thirty minutes." More silence. Kayla's pulse was racing at the menacing undertone of the caller. She managed a feeble response. "I think you have the wrong number." Her brain knew he didn't. He was calling from Robert's office. He'd called her by name. Still, whom the hell did he think he was ordering her around? He worked for her, not the other way around. His answering chuckle unsettled her more. "You may wish I had the wrong number by the end of the day, but I can assure you, you're the only one I'm interested in talking to right now. Now hang up and pay attention to your driving. Thirty minutes. You've already been late once today. I'd suggest you not repeat that error with me." The call dropped. "Shit." Kayla whipped it into the gas station she was passing. She needed to think. Her mind raced with the possibilities for why her agent wanted to see her so urgently. None of reasons were good. She should have known that prick director from today would have called Robert to cover his own ass. Only two years ago she was one of the most prolific talents in the business, but she'd been in a slump the last year for personal reasons she hated to think about. She recently signed with Robert's agency because he promised he had the connections to get her the respect she deserved while reviving her career with meatier roles. So far his promises hadn't been worth the paper their contract was written on. Knowing he had the ability to fuck up her career royally if he wanted to, Kayla put the car in drive and turned back towards Burbank. Despite the warm weather, she shivered thinking about the confrontation ahead. She'd started the day being manhandled by her no-good boyfriend, went to work and been treated like a whore on the set by every man there, and was about to go head-to-head with not one but two alpha male agents. It's days like this that Kayla wished she had listened to her mom and stayed in college. ****** Randy had just enough time to drive down the block to the local sex shop to pick up a few tools of his new trade and get back to the office before his newest project arrived. He chuckled at how excited he was to be taking a hands-on approach to his newest investment. He wasn't going to tell his cousin, but he'd never expected Bobby to be able to repay the outstanding loan. Randy was bored. Jumping into the billion dollar porn industry sounded like an excellent cure for the monotony. He set things in motion months ago when he hired the lawyer to rewrite the contract the talent signed when joining their agency. As he had expected, Robert had been too lazy to notice the changes he'd injected regarding not only royalty rights, but also acceptable codes of conduct and corresponding punishments for failure to comply to the contract demands. Kayla Black doesn't know it yet, but she's going to be the first actress to be intimately introduced to the consequences for not reading a contract thoroughly before signing. "Patty, please pull Kayla Black's file and bring it to me right away." "Yes sir, Mr. Ortiz." Robert may not be thrilled with his cousin's interference, but his admin seemed pleased with the change in leadership. She followed and set the thin manila folder in front of Randy as he sat behind the only desk in the room. She was just leaving when Robert emerged from the executive bathroom attached to the office. His face transformed to fury seeing his cousin in his chair. "I don't know what the hell you're playing at, Randy, but I've had enough. Get the fuck out of my chair and out of my office. I'll have a check to you by the end of the month." Randy grinned. "I'm done waiting for checks." He slid the folder across the desk to the older man seething on the other side. "I suggest you read the new contract you've been having everyone sign for the last six months. I think you'll find that I have every right to be sitting here. Next week we'll look for new office space. I predict we're going to be very busy." Robert didn't answer. He was too busy flipping through Kayla's folder. Randy knew the moment he got to the changes he had his lawyer make. The folder started to shake in the older man's trembling hands. When his cousin looked up, Randy saw a mix of hatred and excitement staring back at him. "You'll never get away with this. This is against the law." "The hell it is. This is a private contract. She's not an employee, she's a client." "It doesn't matter. You don't know the first thing about the adult entertainment industry." "What is it you think I don't know? It's a business. We're all in this to make money. Clients stick with me and I'm going to make them rich. They cross me and they won't work in this city again." "No one is going to ever work with you." "We'll see about that. I'm gonna build a stable of talent who will play by my rules, and in return they'll be rewarded with more work than they can handle." "And just how do you plan on delivering all this phantom work?" "Simple. Directors hate working with undisciplined prima donnas. They want to work with professionals. Starting today we are going to start grooming our clients to be the professionals directors want to work with. I've already reached out to several of the top directors and let them in on my plan. They're willing to give me a few weeks to work some magic, then they're all going to give us another chance." His cousin was getting pale. "Who did you talk to? I've been working in this industry for years. I know what they want." "Apparently not since they all had stopped working with you. Every single one of them said you were a blow-hard who allowed your clients to walk all over you. The changes I made to the contract are going to fix that." "It won't fix shit. I won't do it." "You don't understand. You don't need to do a damn thing except get out of my way. I'm going to take care of everything." The words were hanging in the air when Patty knocked on the door. Before Randy could answer, a tall blonde in a snug yoga outfit pushed her way into the room, nearly knocking Patty over. Even without heavy makeup, the woman was beautiful by most people's standards. The only thing detracting from her appearance was the scowl on her face. "You shouldn't frown like that, Ms. Black. You're going to get wrinkles." "Who the fuck are you and why do you care?" Randy quietly excused his new assistant. "That'll be all Patty. Why don't you go home early today?" Her face lit up. "Really? That would be great. Thank you, Mr. Ortiz." She was turning to leave when Randy tacked on his next request. "Before Patty leaves for the day, I'd like you to apologize to her, Ms. Black, for pushing her when you came in the office." Randy watched the porn star's reaction carefully. The tone he had used left no room for ambiguity. It was an order. Would she comply? "Fuck you. The only person who is going to be doing any apologizing around here is you for dragging me all the way back down here." Randy was a large, muscular man, but he had the body of an athlete, and he kept it well tuned. He was up on his feet and around the desk before Kayla knew what was happening. He wrapped his hand behind her neck and squeezed hard, pushing her face in the direction of a stunned Patty. Her long blonde ponytail was tangled in his fingers and he knew it had to be pulling at her scalp. "We seem to have a bit of a misunderstanding going here. When I tell you to apologize for being a rude and vulgar bitch, I want you to apologize. Now." He tightened his grip on her neck. "I'm sorry." It was lame, but it was a start. Dangerous Professions: Porn Star "Tell her what you're sorry for." "I'm... sorry... for..." He could feel her pounding pulse against his fingers. "For pushing you." He made her wait a few long seconds before he released her. "Now, take a seat. I have some important matters to talk with you about." Patty retreated, closing the door behind her as Randy's new client rounded on him. "Who the hell are you exactly?" "I'm your new agent and I'm the person who is going to teach you how to be a professional." "No. You're a lunatic and I'm leaving." Randy didn't hesitate. He grabbed her biceps and pushed backwards until she sat down hard in the chair in front of the desk. Once he was relatively sure she would stay put, he returned to the executive chair on the other side of desk. When their eyes met, he could see her debating her options. He saw the first flicker of fear. He decided to reward her for keeping her ass in the chair. "That's a good girl." Her pupils flared at his condescending comment. Interesting. He enjoyed watching her response to his dominance. Throughout the entire exchange his cousin remained on the periphery, watching with fascination. Randy motioned him to take the chair next to Kayla. When they were all seated and had sat in silence for almost a full minute Randy finally addressed them both. "Now, Ms. Black, let's start over, shall we? It's nice to meet you. I am Randy Ortiz, Robert's financier and cousin. I am now his partner and effective immediately, I am taking over the day-to-day management of the talent." "Listen. The only management you two need to do is get me bookings. You should just do your job and let me do mine." "Like you did your job today for Butch Jensen?" He saw the guilt in her eyes. That's good. That meant she knew she fucked up. That would work in his favor. "I don't know what that jerk told you, but it's all lies." "Really? So you didn't show up forty-five minutes late to the set?" "Well... yeah... but... I had a few problems at home this morning. It wasn't my fault." Randy watched her closely and didn't miss her shifting uncomfortably in her chair. She was holding back something and he wanted to know what it was. "Every other person involved in the production managed to get there on time so I beg to differ. I can assure you, today will be the last day you ever show up late to a shoot. How about showing up unprepared to film?" She crossed her arms defensively. "What's the big deal? Lots of girls take their showers to clean up after they get to the set." "And that would have been fine if you hadn't already been forty-five minutes late. And then there is the constant bitching over not having sparkling water, not having your own dressing room and refusal to follow the direction during an anal scene." She jumped up out of her seat. "Listen, you try being on display 24x7 with the leaches they employ in this industry. Every asshole thinks because I'm a porn star I automatically want to suck them off. I deserve some privacy for at least a few minutes. More importantly, anal is on my hard-list!" Randy gave her his best menacing stare until she slowly sank back into her chair. He purposefully made her wait for his quiet response. "And yet you signed the contract for the film. A contract that clearly outlined the requirements of the shoot included anal sex." He opened her file and handed her the contract for today's film. "Is that your signature, Ms. Black?" "Yes, but..." "There is no but. You signed it. You do the scene." "I don't do anal!" "Correction. You never used to do anal. From now on, you will do anal if and when the script calls for it." "You don't understand. I just can't... I mean... please, just trust me that I can't do anal." She was pleading. Randy had been looking forward to intimidating the beautiful client so he should have been happy to see her hands shaking as she wrapped her arms around her middle, self-consciously rocking back and forth. Her actions told him there might be more to her reluctance than she was disclosing. Regardless, he had to lay down the rules. "Ms. Black, if the script calls for anal, you'll do anal. It appears you may need some anal training to be prepared and lucky for you, I'm up for the job." He tried to keep from grinning at her widening eyes. Before she could retort, he continued his interrogation. "Next, what is the meaning of pushing the lead off you in the middle of a scene?" That question got her animated. "Hey, that dick on the set was taking forever to shoot his wad. He'd fucked me for almost two hours. Anyone's pussy would be ready for a break after that long." "Maybe, but you're an actress. That means you act. Today that means you should have kept acting like he was the world's best fuck and you wanted it to go on forever. That's your job." "You're insane." For the first time she turned to address his cousin. "Why are you letting him talk to me like this, Robert? I didn't sign with him. I signed with you. You promised me I was going to be treated with the respect I deserve." Randy interrupted. "As far as I can see, you haven't earned jack shit. You're a spoiled prima donna and are in need of someone to take you in hand and get you back on track." She sat with her mouth open in shock so he kept talking. "Now, I think it's time to review the contract you signed with us just last month, Kayla." She was about to sass him back, but he held up his hand to stop her. "I strongly suggest you stop talking. You are only digging yourself into deeper trouble every time you open your mouth." "Screw you." "No, you're the only one who is going to be getting screwed today, but that will come later. We have a few other important things to take care of first." He saw the confusion in her eyes before he broke their connection to read from her contract. "Let's review section five on page eight of your contract. It's the section titled 'Conduct Rules and Consequences.'" He glanced up to see he had her full attention now. "Rule one is to show up on the set no less than thirty minutes before scheduled start time. Talent is to arrive well rested and prepared for all aspects of the shoot, including but not limited to, shaving of body hair and cleansing internal body cavities scheduled for sexual encounters." He looked up to lock eyes with Kayla. "Looks like you failed every aspect of that rule today. Let's move on to rule two. Talent will act professionally at all times and refrain from making out-of-the-ordinary requests while on set." "I acted professionally." "So you didn't bitch about not having your own dressing room?" Silence. "You didn't bitch about there being no sparkling water?" Silence. "As I thought. Moving on. Rule three. Talent agrees to submit to monthly blood tests for STDs and will carry both their photo ID and most recent blood test results at all times, presenting them to the director when reporting for a shoot. How did you do with this rule, Ms. Black?" He decided to give her some rope to hang herself. "He was being an asshole. My blood test is only thirty-five days old. I'm going in for an update tomorrow." "Interesting. Butch didn't even complain about that one. He just said you held up filming to run to your car for your documentation. Never again. You will go no longer than twenty-eight days between tests and you'll carry it with you at all times. Clear?" "Listen, I tried to go get the test last week, but my credit card was maxed and my no-good boyfriend cleaned out my bank account again." Her voice cracked with emotion. Randy noticed her tears threatening. She looked remarkably vulnerable. He had to harden his heart to stop from falling under her spell. "This is not just my rule, Ms. Black. This is a state law. If you have trouble paying for the required tests, then you need to alert me and I will help you. Understood? "Fine." She sounded like a sulking teenager. "There are other rules here. By the time I see you on Thursday, I'll expect you to be able to recite these back to me. You'll not like the consequences if you fail." Her intoxicating blue eyes met his as she tried to regain some control of the situation. "You know, this goon routine isn't gonna fly with me. You can't treat me like a child." The hard-on pressing for release from his designer suit pants was proof he was acutely aware she was anything but a child. Still, he had to maintain his control. "Oh Ms. Black, I assure you that by the time you leave this office, it will be abundantly clear to you that I don't think of you as a child. Now, let's move onto the consequences portion of the contract." Randy found the section he was looking for, and decided reading it word for word would have the desired effect. "Should the talent at any time fail to comply with the aforementioned code of conduct, disciplinary measures will be taken by the managing agent in order to punish the client for poor choices. During the resulting punishment session, the agent will coach or instruct the client on better behavior for the future. The level of discipline will be commensurate with the severity of the infractions, and are to be meted out at the discretion of the managing agent. Should the talent wish to lodge a formal rebuttal, the matter will move to arbitration. The talent will be suspended from all assignments until the matter is resolved to both parties satisfaction. Should infractions be repeated or the talent refuse to go to arbitration, the managing agent reserves the right to consider the contract null and void..." Kayla jumped to her feet, suddenly looking more confident. "Fine! Consider your damn contract null and void!" Randy grinned his most menacing smile. "I wasn't finished. Perhaps you'd like to hear the rest of the paragraph before you tell me to shove the contract up my ass." She remained standing, an expectant look on her face. "As I was saying. The managing agent reserves the right to consider the contract null and void. The departing talent will be responsible for reimbursing the agency for all outstanding fines or costs associated with their departure." "That's great. I'm outta here." She had reached down to grab her big bag, but froze as Randy continued. "Sounds good. I'll have Patty type up the invoice then for the five thousand in fines we received from Butch Jensen for the time wasted on today's shoot and I already have you booked for another gig on Thursday. It will cost me a premium to find someone to fill in at the last minute. It looks like you're anxious to leave though, so perhaps you don't mind the ten grand fee. Oh, and good luck finding someone else to represent you. If my research is accurate, we are already your third agency. You have a reputation of being difficult to work with. But, maybe it's best that you leave and pay the fine, because I'm not sure you're up for the training if you stay." "You sonofabitch, I'm not paying you a damn dime. I'm gonna sue your ass." "So, you are denying this is your signature on this document?" "Well... no." Her confidence was crumbling again. He knew he had her. "Then it's game over, Ms. Black. You're either in and you play by my rules and become a big star and make a lot of money, or you walk out, get fined and have trouble booking Viagra commercials. It's your call." Her reply was barely a whisper. "This is blackmail." "No. It's business. You work in the porn industry. Maybe this kind of contract wouldn't fly in corporate America, but here in the porn capital of the world, this is business as usual. Take it or leave it. There are thousands of young women flocking here each year with dreams of becoming a star. I don't need to waste my time on people who aren't willing to do what it takes to be the best." She shuffled her feet, rocking unconsciously as she weighed her choices. She glanced at Robert to see if he would be of any help and snorted a frantic laugh when she realized he was as surprised by the turn of events as she was. The silence stretched out awkwardly as Randy gave her time to contemplate her next move. He knew the longer she took, the better the chance she would be staying. He really did want her to stay, and not only because his cock was straining against his zipper at the thought of her upcoming training session. Kayla finally sank down into the chair, falling hard as if she'd let her legs collapse under her in defeat. "So if I stay, what exactly is this talk of discipline all about?" "I'm glad you asked. You are a very beautiful woman, Kayla. I think you can be one of the top talents in the industry within the year. I'm happy you're considering staying and letting me groom you." His compliments softened her. He went in for the kill. "In my experience, the only real discipline is physical in nature. Therefore, you will first be punished for the broken rules and then we'll get started with our first training session." Her eyes were wide, her mouth open in stunned silence. Randy decided they'd talked enough. He stood, crossing to her chair and held out his hand. "Take my hand, Kayla. Let's get started." She moved on autopilot, taking his hand and letting herself be dragged to her feet. He could feel her trembling, and her palm was sweaty in his hand. He towered a full foot above her, adding to his authority over her. They stood, hands linked as he gently swished a stray hair from her face. The gentleness seemed to calm her. Once again, Randy recognized how attractive she was. The vulnerability in her eyes drew him in further and he felt like a sadist thinking that the only thing that could make her more beautiful was to see her bare ass red and her face streaked with hot tears. 'Don't be a pussy, Rambo. She's an actress. She's probably playing you.' "First things first. Strip." "Excuse me?" Her voice squeaked in surprise. "Oh, come now. You're a porn star. You aren't going to get shy on us now." "I'm not shy. I just don't understand..." "My rules. My discretion. Punishments will always be delivered while naked." "Jerk." "I think you mean, sir. From now on, during all training sessions, you will refer to me as sir. Failure to remember will only add additional consequences." "You're serious?" "Always. Now. Any further delay will result in stronger punishments." Kayla slowly lifted the snug V-neck T-shirt off first, exposing the curve of her generous cleavage camouflaged by her thin sports bra. Randy took the protruding nipples poking through the bra as a sign of her growing excitement. Her hands moved to her pants, sliding them down and off, but leaving on her matching bikini underwear. The only other clothes remaining were her ankle socks. Instead of asking her to continue, he reached out and lifted the bra up and off her body, springing her heavy breasts free and on display. Only now did Randy wish he'd bought a pair of nipple clamps at the store. He made an internal pledge to stock up on all of the tools of his new trade as soon as he could. "Robert, I'll have a punishment bench installed in our new office, but for today, I'm going to need your help. Take a seat behind the desk." His cousin looked like he was about to refuse any request to help, but he clearly liked any idea that had him returning to his desk. He went without complaint while Randy went to grab a throw pillow from the nearby couch. After placing the square pillow at the edge of the desk, he maneuvered a shell-shocked Kayla so she was only inches away. He silently pushed her to bend over the desk. As it became clear what he was up to, she balked and tried to pull away, but he anticipated her move and forced her to sprawl across the hard surface, her ass in the air courtesy of the pillow under her hips. "Robert, reach out and hold Kayla's forearms. Grip her hard and don't let go of her for any reason. If she pulls away we'll have to start all over again and believe me, she's not going to want that to happen. So you may think you're hurting her, but I assure you that by holding her in place, you are helping her get her punishment over as quickly as possible." Before she could wiggle out of place, Randy bent to grasp her left ankle, slipping the leather cuff on that he'd bought at the store only an hour before. He buckled the restraint to her tightly and pulled the attached flat rope wide, dragging her left leg with it. He tied her restraint to the left leg of the large desk, making sure to knot it tightly to prevent her yanking free. As expected, Kayla began to struggle vigorously to free herself from the precarious position she found herself in. At the sound of her strangled cry Randy threw Robert a warning glare over her bare back. He'd half expected his cousin to come to the starlet's defense, but instead found barely concealed lust on Robert's face. He may be protesting verbally to Randy's plan, but the predatory glint in his cousin's eyes made it clear he would not be interfering on behalf of the sexy woman sprawled across his desk. Randy made quick work of securing her right leg to the other side of the desk. It was a large piece of furniture so her legs were splayed open an indecent width. Only the thin bikini panties protected her modesty in any small measure. Randy knew he needed to remove her last protection to complete his preparations. The panties were surprisingly easy to rip off her body. The lacy thinness fell to the floor, exposing to his scrutiny her bare, damp and red pussy. It was easy to see her private flesh was already irritated from its earlier pounding. The fact that he had been looking forward to punishing the already irritated cunt exposed him as the sadist he was. He was unprepared for the inkling of guilt he felt for pushing her so hard so fast. Randy moved to the side of the desk so he could watch her face as he spoke to her. The unexpected defiance he saw through the tears in her eyes challenged him. He wouldn't be stopping until those eyes were filled with regret and humility. "It's time to get started with your first of what I suspect will be many training sessions, Ms. Black. We will be spending quality time together as I groom you to be the perfect porn star. You'll be rewarded with money, fame and respect if you stick with me. If you continue to defy me, you'll find yourself rewarded with intense pain as well. Randy reached for the buckle of his belt. Without breaking eye contact, he unbuckled his belt, slowly pulling the wide leather from its loops. By the time it was free, shocked awareness filled her face. "You barbarian. You can't be serious. You're going to use your belt on me?" "I planned forty-five lashes, one for each minute you were late to the set I'll add ten more for not using the proper title. My name is, sir. Let's see if my belt can help you remember. He wasted no more time. Stepping back to angle his body, Randy pulled his arm back and delivered a strong strike directly in the middle of her creamy white ass. Her surprised squeak tweaked his cock, but he didn't give her time to recover. Randy landed the first stokes in very quick succession, moving from one blazing strike to the next. By the time he took a break after the first ten lashes, Kayla was screaming louder than if she'd been cast as the lead in a horror movie. The only reason Randy took a break at all was to inspect his handy work. Seeing the fiery splotch on her right hip, he knew the flick of the end of the belt was delivering the hardest punishment. He moved to her right and began the next set of ten from the other side of her body to ensure the pain was evenly distributed across her entire ass. Kayla was still struggling like a mad woman to escape. Her toes didn't even touch the floor, but she was jerking her body so hard in her attempt to escape the punishment that the entire desk moved from its original spot. Dangerous Professions: Porn Star Through her sobs, she finally spoke. "Oh, God. You have to stop! It's too much. You're killing me." "No, Ms. Black, I'm training you. What lesson have you learned so far?" "That you are a deranged asshole!" Randy had been holding back some of his strength for the last set, but with her continued sassy defiance, he decided ten full-force slaps with the belt were just the attitude adjuster she needed. The only sounds in the office were the stern strikes of his belt hitting flesh followed by wailing sobs. He settled into a steady pace that allowed her to feel each full-force lash as it seeped into her body. Just as her panic would douse, he struck again, never letting her fully recover. He lost track of the count. Several times, her pleas tugged at his conscience enough that he hesitated, yet he pushed forward knowing he couldn't stop until she surrendered to his authority. It took five long minutes for Kayla to stop her manic struggles and lay limp across the desk, moaning, crying and hiccupping as she resigned herself to her fate. Kayla didn't seem to notice when he let the belt fall to the floor. His inspection confirmed the globes of her ass and tender sit-spot were beet-red and splotchy with the start of some bluish bruising in spots. It was her dripping wet pussy, however, that demanded his full attention. Interesting. Testing his burgeoning theory, Randy slid two fingers through her sopping wet slit. The erotic moan filling the room confirmed Ms. Black may protest his treatment with words, but her body was telling him the truth. The slow rotation of her hips as she wiggled seductively in her restraints was a clear sign of what she wanted. And who was Randy to deny her body what it clearly was aching for? He stepped away from her long enough to unzip his pants and pull out his erect cock. He palmed his rod and stroked himself slowly, enjoying the moment. His eyes met his cousin's. Robert licked his lips as if to whet his appetite for what was to come. Randy stepped up to his protégée and lined up the head of his cock with her wet sheath. Her sharp intake of breath when he grabbed her hips reminded him that no matter how much she was going to enjoy the ride he was about to take her on, she would also be thrown back into pain as their bodies slapped together at the scene of her recent discipline. Randy impaled himself balls deep in one forceful thrust. Kayla's resulting cry confirmed he had her full attention. He set a fast pace, fucking her pussy with the same punishing speed he had belted her with, never giving her time to catch her breath. The result was an almost immediate orgasm from his pupil. He loved the feel of her pussy lips hugging his rod tightly as her core contracted with pleasure. He was grateful for his stamina because he wasn't close to completion. Slapping sounds from the hard fuck in progress filled the room; the smell of sex was in the air. His cousin released Kayla's arms to pull out his own cock. He began to stroke himself to the same dirty rhythm Randy set for their tryst. Randy felt himself ready to explode as the woman under him recovered from what looked like her third orgasm. His balls tightened as he picked up the pace of his thrusts to piston speed. His dominating drilling of her body tipped him into his own pounding release, spewing hot cum deep in her snatch with a manly grunt. A second grunt announced his cousin's own climax. Randy watched in fascination as white cream jutted out of Bobby's tool, showering Kayla's tanned back with his jizz. The last spray didn't shoot as far and landed in her sex-mussed hair. The three occupants of the room collectively froze, enjoying the aftermath of the impromptu scene. Eventually Randy's cock softened. As his shaft slipped from the porn star's body he stepped away. The sight of his essence dripping from her now puffy pussy lips filled him with an intense satisfaction he hadn't expected. It only took a minute to untie her legs to release her from her restraints. Randy was surprisingly gentle with her as he guided her feet to the floor, allowing her time to get circulation going again in her limbs. He used the ripped panties to swipe up the cum on her back and in her hair as she silently reached for her clothes. She looked desperate to leave. Randy didn't stop her, although he fought his urge to comfort her. She looked vulnerable as her hands quivered, yet she'd paid the price for her earlier fuck up and had hopefully learned her lesson. All in all, it had been a successful day. She refused to look him in the eyes as she readied herself. It wasn't until she was at the door about to leave that he finally spoke. He didn't want her to go. "Aren't you forgetting something, Ms. Black?" She froze, her hand on the doorknob, not turning to face him. When she didn't speak, he continued. "I think you owe me a thank you for spending so much time coaching you this afternoon. I'm going to be spending a great deal of time and money making you a star. I'd think you'd at least say thank you." He was purposefully making sure she was appropriately humbled from his training session. He didn't have to wait long for his answer. She spun on her heel to shoot daggers at him with her glare. "Thank you? You want me to thank you for beating me and manhandling me, you jerk?" Randy wasn't surprised at her accusation. Even though her body had clearly loved what had happened, even porn stars apparently didn't want to be caught embracing their inner slut. "Now, Ms. Black. I'd be careful if I were you. I'd thought you'd learned your lesson about what happens to naughty girls who call their agent names." She looked him straight in the eyes. He saw her sassiness warring with her submissiveness. Sassy won. "Fuck you." "Oh Kayla, honey, you have it all wrong. You're the only one who is gonna get fucked around here." ***** Kayla's heart was racing. Why the hell was she picking a fight with the devil? Hadn't she learned first hand that Randy wasn't the kind of man that took kindly to being challenged? She'd never had someone take her in hand like he just had and she didn't know what to make of it. The fact that she'd had the most glorious orgasms in her recent memory at his hands was freaking her out. She wanted to get the hell out of the office and think. She turned to grab the doorknob, but he was on her before she could escape. He slammed the door closed as he crushed his muscular body against her back, pressing her hard into the unforgiving wood of the door, ensuring she wouldn't be able to leave until he allowed it. "Let me out of here, you asshole." His lips whispered gently against the shell of her left ear and sent shivers through her body. His tone was soft, but his words were harsh. "Seems you are in need of another lesson. You need to know this about me, Kayla. I was an MMA champion for years. I have incredible stamina and most importantly, I'm the strictest of trainers. I have no problem locking you in the office 24x7 until I break you, so I'd get my head wrapped around that quick if I were you. You will play by my rules. The only question is how many painful and humiliating sessions it's going to take to get through to you?" Kayla's breath came in short gasps at his threats. She wasn't prepared for Randy's hands on her shoulders, pushing her to her knees hard. She was thankful for the carpet that helped cushion her crash to the floor. He was so strong as he wrangled her to face him. Even though she fought to push away from his body, she was no match for his strength. He didn't even use two hands to subdue her. Instead, he used is right hand to unzip his pants and pull his semi-hard cock from his pants again. Before she knew what was going to happen next, his hand was tangled in her hair, pulling her forward. His penis was shoved into her face. She could smell the remnants of herself just before he mashed his package against her flesh. She pushed against his thighs with both her hands, attempting to escape, but he wouldn't let her budge. She refused to open her mouth to take him inside, yet he continued to hold her tight with both hands on her head like a vice grip. "I can wait you out, Kayla. You will learn this isn't about the sex. It's about following directions. It's about you taking my direction and showing me the respect I deserve. Most importantly, it's about learning to be a good little porn star who can show up, do as you're told and make me proud." She couldn't answer him. His dick would be at the back of her throat the second she opened her mouth to speak. They were locked in a tight embrace, her on her knees, lips pressed against his growing tool. Things got worse when he was successful at pressing her against him so hard that her ability to breathe through her nose was cut off. She scratched at his legs, but his pants protected him from her digging nails. When she started to see spots, she knew she was going to run out of air. She used the only weapon at her disposal... her mouth. She opened wide, letting him slip his flesh between her lips. He was at the back of her throat on his first thrust. She had managed to gasp in some air, but once again, her airflow was being cut off, this time by his cock. She had just started to bite down when he pulled out completely, moving his hands around her neck to hold her immobile. He leaned over her, angling her head back, their faces inches apart. He looked so fucking smug. She hated the growing throb between her legs his dominance produced. "Don't think for a minute I don't know what you are thinking. Let me warn you that should a single tooth connect with my cock at any time during your next training session, you will be spending the next twenty-four hours here regretting your choice. Is that clear?" His fingers tenderly caressing her bare neck were in direct conflict with his harsh words. Their eyes were locked and she felt her body bending to his will. He prompted her again. "I asked you a question, Kayla. The correct answer is yes, sir." She finally croaked out her "Yes, sir." "Good girl. Time for your next lesson." He slipped his hardening cock back in her mouth, choking her. He set a steady pace as he held onto her now messy ponytail, using it as a handle to control the blowjob action. Kayla considered herself a BJ pro, so it was more than a bit disconcerting that he had her gagging with each thrust. Within minutes her exertion had tears flooding her eyes and streaming down her cheeks as he used her mouth for his pleasure. Despite herself, her body was responding to his dominance in a way that panicked her. When she tried to push him away again, he gave her more directions. "Hands behind your back, baby. Don't touch me again. You need to learn to hand over control. When you are in this office, I am your master. When you are on a set, the director is your master. You will do as you are told or you will be punished. Is that understood?" Her heart lurched. Her brain shouted at her to hate him, but as their eyes locked during this intensely intimate act, she felt tethered to the dominant man in a foreign way that felt much deeper than mere sex. In that moment, he was her master and surprisingly, she felt connected to him in a way she rarely achieved with men. He removed his dick long enough for her to inhale a ragged breath and whisper a short "Yes, sir" before her mouth was filled again. She could taste herself on his manhood. The face-fucking went on until her jaw ached. As if he could read her, he would stop to let her breathe when her lungs began to burn. Each time he removed himself from her mouth, more snot and phlegm spilled down her chin until she felt the wetness dripping down to her chest. After one particularly deep thrust it took all of her effort to stop from throwing up. Her gagging went on while his lecture continued. "I hope you're learning, Kayla. I am going to get my way. The sooner you accept that, the easier this will be on you. Now be sure to get my cock nice and juicy since I'm going to be training your ass next. It's going to go a lot easier on you if you submit like a good girl and say you're sorry. Are you sorry, Kayla?" Once again he pulled out long enough for her to gasp and utter a hushed, "Yes, sir." Kayla wasn't sure how it had happened, but there on her knees, she found herself turning her body over to the man who had dared call himself her master. Later, she hoped to rally her anger again, but for now her body and mind had been whipped into submission by the authoritative man using her throat for his pleasure. When she risked another glance up at him, the intense look of domination on his face heeled her. A foreign feeling of complete submission to the moment invaded, producing a strange peace she didn't have time to evaluate. She wasn't ready for him to yank his cock away from her. He pulled to her up, taking time to steady her. His eyes never left hers as he silently bent her to his will. Kayla warmed at the small smile that played on his lips. He eventually moved them back into the room and towards the desk. She saw Robert sitting there palming his dick in his hand. He had obviously been enjoying the show. Her ass was so sore from the belting that she dreaded another punishment. For that reason, she was relieved when Randy laid her across the desk on her back. He hooked his fingers in the waist of her pants, yanking them down and off her body. She was once again bare to his heated scrutiny and it was made worse when he spread her legs wide open and shoved them back over her head. His eyes bore into her own as he spoke to his cousin. "Robert, you have another job. This time hold Kayla's legs wide open. Just like that." Her pussy was on display. Her brain told her to fight him... to try to get away, but the rest of her body was reacting to his dominance. Memories of her orgasms mingled with his threats to keep her lying obediently awaiting his next direction. Kayla was lost in thought as the man who claimed to be her master secured her wrists in the leather cuffs. This time he pulled her right arm wide, tying her wrist to the decorative edge of the desk. She tried to prevent him grabbing her left hand, but it was futile. Within minutes, she was once again secured to the heavy wood furniture. Randy stepped close to her, his rock-hard cock jutting proudly from his body. Kayla shivered with anticipation as she witnessed his gaze fall on her exposed sex. She reveled in the desire she saw reflected there and for the briefest of seconds knew that despite being tied down and at his mercy, she still held some power over him. She sensed his trademark control was slipping. Their eyes locked as he thrust into her pussy. Despite being sore from his already hard use, the sudden fullness felt amazing. Kayla shut her eyes as he pounded her flesh, enjoying the angle of entry as he was hitting her g-spot with each thrust. There was no stopping her moans of ecstasy as he tipped her over the edge into a strong climax. She was still lost in bliss when she felt his fingers exploring, finding her puckered anus and pressing inside. Kayla started to panic. She'd had a very bad experience with an old boyfriend who had hurt her repeatedly with forced anal sex. It was the reason she had anal on her hard-list. Opening her eyes to see Randy looking down on her with concern calmed her. Randy surprised her by pulling out of her body to take a knee in front of the desk. The last thing she expected him to do was kiss her tightest, puckered hole. Despite being a porn star, no one had ever kissed her there. Kayla wasn't prepared for the wave of pleasure when she felt his tongue laving her most private body part. Once he had her wet, he inserted first one, then two and eventually what felt like three fingers into her ass, taking time to stretch her. His tender patience was unexpected and Kayla rewarded him with mewing sexual coos to let him know what he was doing felt good. When he leaned away from her, Kayla regretted he had stopped. As he stood, however, she saw the bottle in his hand and watched him apply a thin film of lubricant to his thick tool. As he wiped his hand on a nearby towel, his eyes sought her out again. "You know what's going to happen next, don't you, baby?" Her heart contracted at his use of the endearment. It helped her stay brave. "You're going to fuck me again." "I am. Tell me where I'm going to put this cock, Kayla." He was rubbing the tip of his now slippery penis up and down across her puckered hole, waiting for her answer. She suspected the minute she said the word he would be pressing inside. She was at war with herself, unsure if she wanted him to stop or proceed. They waited in a showdown as her breaths came in short spurts. She saw his face hardening at her delay. "My ass." "That's right. It's going inside your ass. I'm going to train you not only to take it, but I'm going to make you like it. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, sir." "Very good." She felt the blunt end of his thick cock pressing against her tight ring. Her body clinched tight. "Open up for me, baby. I'm going inside you one way or the other. It's your choice how this is going to go. Relax and I'm gonna make you wonder why you'd been saying no all these years. Keep resisting me and I'm going to have to ram in and hurt you. I know you think I'm the enemy here, Kayla, but I really do want to train you to be the best. Do you believe me?" The odd thing was, she did believe him. "Yes, sir." "Then open up and take me. Bear down." Kayla focused on relaxing her sphincter and the head of his cock slipped past the tight ring. "That's my girl." Warmth coursed through her as he slowly pressed deeper, stopping to allow her body to grow accustomed to the intruder stretching her obscenely. He took his time, easing in and out, pressing deeper with each insertion until she thought he was surely going to split her open. She felt relief when his body slapped against her as he completed his possession of her. Time stood still as their bodies remained linked in the most taboo way. She was almost relieved when he started moving inside her. He began slowly, but with each long stroke, his need pressed him to go faster and harder. She couldn't say he was hurting her, but the fullness felt foreign. For that reason, Kayla was barraged by confusing feelings when Randy started rubbing her clit with the pad of his finger. Unlike their last coupling, she had a front row seat to watch the emotions on Randy's face as he fucked her ass. The pleasure she saw in his eyes filled her with pride. She tried to hate herself for her feelings, but when he grinned a sexy grin, her insides melted. What the fuck was this man doing to her? The fact that this wasn't in front of a camera in a room full of production crew made it oh so real. This wasn't a pretend scene. She didn't need to act. The sexual excitement he was wringing from her was intense. Pleasure and pain. It was consuming. It took all her concentration to listen to his words as he paused, still buried inside her, linking them intimately. "Here is how this is going to go, Kayla. You will be here at the office Thursday three full hours before you are due on the set. I will personally administer two soapy enemas to get you squeaky clean and ready for your on-camera ass fucking. In order to show you I'm committed to you, I'm going to splurge and have a stylist here to do your hair, makeup and give you a mani/pedi before we head over to the set." Randy stopped talking long enough to renew his thorough thrusts, using his talented fingers to bring her so very close to her own orgasm, before continuing on with his lecture. Dangerous Professions: Porn Star "From now on, I'll drive you to all of your shoots. I'll stay on the set with you at all times. I'll be taking notes about your performance, and when the session is done we'll return here to the office. You'll either be rewarded or punished. The decision between the two is really up to you, baby. I'll promise you this. If you turn yourself over to me completely, you'll be on the stage in Vegas next January accepting your own AVN award." Another break for faster fucking. Anal sex had never felt like this for Kayla. His hard squeeze of her breasts through her thin T-shirt had her attention. "These tits are mine, Kayla." He spoke with complete authority. His hands moved to her clit possessively. "This pussy is mine." He yanked her body hard against him, impaling himself in her ass deeper than ever to make his point. "This ass is mine. From now on, you'll text me before you allow your boyfriend to fuck you. Better yet, I'd love you to kick him to the curb, but regardless, you need my permission to allow anyone to use what is mine, got it?" She couldn't form words through her sexual haze, but she managed a slight nod of her head. His corresponding smile was almost gentle. It was in direct conflict with the punishing pace he kept. "Now, I trust you are learning your lesson in obedience. Just to be sure, Robert, use your iPhone and Facetime Butch Jensen. I want him to watch our girl here as she is punished and promises she is going to be a professional on the set Thursday. Keep in mind; if I don't like your answers, we'll just have to keep training until I do. Got it, baby?" He accentuated his statement with an extra fast volley of pounding into her ass. When his right hand cracked down on her exposed ass cheek, she yelped. "Yes, sir. I got it." Their eyes connected, his dominance piercing her as deeply as his cock. She felt herself falling deeper under his spell until she heard Butch Jensen's voice in the room. An uncharacteristic shyness washed over her as they allowed the director to witness her humiliation. "What do we have here, Ortiz?" "A training session. We were just explaining to Kayla how different things are going to be for her going forward. I think she has a few things she'd like to say to you." Randy reached out to grab the cell phone from his cousin. He angled the phone so the camera had an up close and personal view of the action in progress. "Nice. I see you're training her ass for her anal scene on Thursday." "Yep. Now Kayla, I think you have something to say to Mr. Jensen." Her heart raced. She'd been fucked in front of sets full of people, yet she had never felt as exposed and vulnerable as she did in that minute being asked to apologize like a naughty girl. Her eyes connected with Randy's again as his cock continued to fuck her tightest hole. Instead of anger, she saw pure dominance there and she reacted to it. "Mr. Jensen... I'm so sorry I was late today... I promise it won't happen again in the future." "That's good to know, but that wasn't our only problem was it?" The pace of their coupling was slowing down. She can see the sweat beading on Randy's brow and knows he has had quite the workout. "No sir, but I'm going tomorrow to get my blood work done." Randy's continued hard pace made it hard for her to think coherently. Butch took the opportunity to direct the scene from afar. "I will accept her apology after I've seen that she's been properly punished. From the looks of things she is enjoying herself entirely too much. I want to see the bitch in pain." Kayla was surprised at the flash of anger in Randy's eyes at the older mans words. He paused his thrusts to stare into the phone. "I realize Kayla owes you an apology, Butch, but I'd appreciate it if you'd refrain from calling my girl a bitch." Randy moved the phone at a new angle so he could display her red, spanked ass. "As you can see, my belt has already had a nice long training session with her ass and she has paid the price for her mistakes. As soon as I come in her ass, her slate will be clean with both of us." Kayla was flabbergasted that Randy would defend her in any way with the angry director. Unfortunately, Butch Jensen wasn't having it. "That's all well and good but I want you to belt that pussy of hers for me and then we'll call it even." Randy's surprised grimace told Kayla he wasn't in favor of the director's request. He paused and for the first time, Kayla thought she saw a crack of vulnerability shining through his hard veneer. His eyes never left hers as he weighed his options. "What's the matter, Ortiz? You losing your nerve?" Anger sparked in Randy's eyes and Kayla watched him harden. "You heard the man, Kayla. Hold her ankles tight, Robert." As he pulled out, her ass felt oddly bereft. It was only when he leaned down to the floor to pick up his belt that Butch's words sunk in. Randy was going to punish her pussy with that fucking belt. "Oh God, no. You can't do this." "Sorry, baby. You heard the man. You fucked up today. We're only trying to make sure it never happens again. If this is what he wants to make amends, then I'm gonna belt you, and you're going to thank me when I'm done and then the slate will be clean. This is what happens when you don't follow rules. You got that, princess?" He didn't wait for a reply. She saw him pull his arm back. She saw the belt in motion and tried valiantly to release her arms, but to no avail. Kayla fought to pull her legs free, but was unsuccessful. She heard the loud crack as the leather connected with her delicate folds and for the briefest of seconds she thought it wasn't going to be too bad. Then the heat spread, penetrating deep and dragging a pitiful crackle from her lips. The next strapping connected before she had recovered from the first. She felt tears flooding her eyes, blurring her vision. The pain was intense, yet it combined with the sheer dominance Randy displayed to push her to a place of pure submission. She stopped fighting. It was remarkably liberating to let go and turn herself over to the pain... to the humiliation of being treated like a naughty plaything in front of not one, but three men. As the punishing strokes rained down on her poor pussy, she began to float away, able to see how erotic and powerful the scene was to the alpha men in the room. She'd read articles written by BDSM porn stars as they described their attraction to the lifestyle. It had intrigued her, but she had never been brave enough to explore. Here today, her choice had been taken away. She'd been stripped bare, literally and psychologically. All that remained was an intense desire to please the handsome man standing in front of her. She didn't understand the power the man wielding the belt held over her, but there was no denying it. Robert had stood behind her to stare down on the action. He held her legs wide until the last lash connected with her folds. As she heard Randy drop the belt, she felt his cock at the entry of her ass. Their eyes locked as he slipped inside her again. He met no resistance with her now stretched hole. Randy still held the iPhone that was capturing the action in one hand, but his other hand found her punished clit and went to work playing her body as if it were a musical instrument and he were the musician. The final straw was when Robert released her legs so he could grab her two breasts in his large hands and squeeze with all his strength. Kayla exploded into the most intense orgasm of her life and Randy extended it to her longest orgasm by his continued manipulation of her body. He joined her in bliss, shooting his load into her tight ass. They stood linked, each breathing heavily with fading arousal and exertion. Butch's voice brought them back to the present. "I think I'm going to like working with you, Ortiz. I can see you and I see eye to eye on how we need to manage our staff. I look forward to meeting you on Thursday. We'll have some fun directing your girl there through her first non-con film." The call dropped. Alarm bells went off in her mind as she heard his scary description of her next film, but Randy releasing her arms and helping her to her feet pushed her fear back. His tender bear hug against his muscular chest confused her. The warm cum dripping down her inner thigh pleased her. His gentle stroking of her back comforted her. After a quiet minute, he pulled back enough to peer down into her eyes. His dark eyes mesmerized her. She didn't resist when his mouth latched onto her own in a violent kiss. Like everything else he had done to her, it was full of dominance and power, as his tongue possessed her. When he pulled out of their kiss, he smiled a smug grin. He'd won this round and he knew it. "Now be a good girl and go into the bathroom and take a hot shower. I'm going to escort you home to make sure you get there safely. I'll even help kick your no-good boyfriend out if you'd like." For some strange reason his promise pleased Kayla. She was trying to figure out why when his next request came. "But before you go to the bathroom, I want you to say thank you for taking the time and energy to train you." Their eyes remained locked as she bent to his will. "Thank you for the training session, sir." His sexy smile had her heart fluttering. "You're welcome, Kayla. I can tell I'm going to love working with you. Now go get cleaned up so I can get you home, baby." It was crazy that her heart did a flip-flop at his endearment for her. She shuffled off toward the bathroom before she could examine her feelings too closely. Kayla was just about to close the door to the small room when she heard Randy addressing his cousin in the same menacing voice he used with her at the start of their training session. "Now, Robert. Let's get back to discussing what the appropriate punishment is for failing to repay a quarter of a million dollar loan on time." Kayla shivered as she closed the door. She wouldn't want to be Robert right now. ***** So that was it. I'd love to hear what you thought of my naughty little tale. As with all of my stories, my characters are flawed. If you like this kind of a story, I have about six other ideas for additional dangerous profession novellas. Want more? ~Livia Grant