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 The sun rose for another day in Los Angeles. City of dreams, potential and
 possibility around every corner. Expectation and unexpected and for John
 Donahue, his life was a bit of both. He’d always had a passion for filmmaking
 and story telling…and that sounded a bit obnoxious but what it amounted to was
 that he got a thrill out of catching a good camera angle and recording a
 beautiful shot. He was technically proficient at editing too and became a pretty
 valued member of his film school production team.
 
 A team he quite literally fucked his way through. And that’s the beginning of
 the unexpected part of it. John had this great face that was part boy next door
 cute and part dark handsomeness. Some lucky genetics that gave him a good toned
 frame with little work needed in the gym and wrap that all up with a confident
 upbringing that didn’t have him scared to talk to woman annnnnd John got it in a
 _lot_ growing up.
 
 But even after all that was one crucial detail, and the most important part of
 what got him where he was in life - his big dick and the way he knew how to use
 it. The wet heaps he left women in bed afterwards. Girls called him back. They
 told their friends. It all became a little bit of a distraction from nights he
 needed to be working.
 
 Then John put it all together. Porn. He could do everything needed himself, so
 why not? He saw some of the amateur ‘casting’ type series with old dudes who
 couldn’t really fuck and with whom the girls didn’t really want to talk to, he
 knew he could do better…and did. He had his thing rolling pretty well. He’d set
 up girls, rent an AirBnB, get the papers ready. Bingo Bango. It must have been
 something about how he could already sleep with girls and didn’t need this to
 _make_ girls sleep with him that kept the vibes good. Once again he had girls
 telling their friends…and today’s girl was a referral.
 
 Mia. They had already exchanged pleasantries and he asked a few questions. He
 told her, and she understood, that he wanted to have a general idea of ‘her’ to
 know what roads to go down during the questioning process. After the exchange it
 was his turn to tell her what to expect and now she was making it official. Her
 ID recorded, STD test passed, she simply needed to sign a few times on the
 document before her. She stood at the rentals kitchen table, a place that has
 probably not seen the agreement of financial compensation of adult
 entertainment.
 
 There was no rush, no pressure. She had as much time as she needed to see the
 black and white of her expectations. Signed, they could move on. Any sign of
 hesitation, though, and John would wish her good day.
 
 ---
 
 Mia had barely slept this past week. She had signed up for multiple closing
 shops at the café she works at for some extra cash due to the landlord raising
 rents on her, citing "unexpected building maintenance costs", that bastard. So
 she's been getting home near midnight every night, only to stay up for what
 seems like hours, her mind reeling over what's going to happen today.
 
 She'd never once thought she'd ever end up in a situation like this. Her whole
 life had been focused on her dream of acting, of changing the world with her
 talents. Doing this, being in a porno, feels beneath her. She doesn't
 necessarily feel superior to those who go down this path, but isn't this what
 desperate women do? If she goes through with this, her life could change
 dramatically. She can picture the dissapointment from her family, the
 behind-closed-doors slut-shaming from her friends, and the hesitation from
 executives about hiring a _porn star_.
 
 Now Mia's aware of how often "deals of the flesh" happen in Hollywood in
 exchange for roles, but this? Porn is an entirely different arena where you're
 at the mercy of every single individual watching you. Nothing stays within the
 confines of an executive office; you're exploited at a low point of your life
 for the entertainment of the many looking to get off on that vulnerability.
 
 Yet despite her better judgement and anxieties, here she is, standing in a cold,
 foreign room, trying not to match the gaze of the man across from her whom she
 agreed to fuck. She's disgusted with herself at the feelings lingering on the
 edges of her mind. A sort of morbid curiosity, a little bit of excitement
 perhaps? It's true she's had a bit of a dry spell due to the amount of work
 she's had between the café as well as the second shift of searching and
 attending auditions, and he is fairly attractive. Either way, she needs to get
 over it. She should _not_ be looking forward to this.
 
 ---
 
 John gave her the time she needed. He found himself wanting her to sign. She
 definitely was going to give him something different. It was humorous to think
 it but she was decently more of an adult, more mature, than most girls he filmed
 with. No slight to them, he adored working with anyone…mostly…but their brief
 chat before it was business time was quite telling. She was doing it for the
 money. There wasn’t any ‘I really like sex’ or ‘I think this will be fun’ stuff,
 she has just flat out told him rent was due.
 
 He left her and went to the plush couch they’d film on. The setup was already
 arranged prior to her arrival but he could fiddle with it. A few GoPro cameras
 on tripod all point to where she would be, where he would join her after. He
 looked at each and saw the empty spot it viewed, casting his eyes to the side
 every couple of seconds to see if Mia’s brought the pen across the papers
 arranged in front of her.
 
 ---
 
 Mia stared down at the contract placed in front of her, fiddling with the cheap
 ballpoint pen. She had read through the contract enough times she could probably
 recite it from memory at this point. The usual liability waivers,
 acknowledgement of being over eighteen, assurances of not being under the
 influence and agreeing on your own free will, waiving of rights for the finished
 product, blah blah blah. Nothing to skeezy caught her eye, which helped to calm
 her nerves a little.
 
 _See Mia? There's nothing to worry about, this is nothing but a professional
 shoot between two consenting adults. A simple exchange: he gets content, I get
 cash,_ she thought, still trying to get her mind in the right space. _You're not
 a prude, you can do this, it'll be fun. Think of it as a regular acting gig.
 Sure I'll be naked, but it's not like that doesn't happen in regular films. Who
 knows, maybe it'll even feel good!_
 
 She couldn't back down now and waste this man's time. And with rent due at the
 end of the week, there wasn't enough time to cash in on extra shifts. Finally,
 swallowing the lump in her throat, she quickly scribbles her name on the
 contract line. She looks up to see if John was paying attention, but he was busy
 fiddling with his equipment.
 
 After a quiet throat-clearing to get his attention, Mia looks towards him. "Um,
 I finished the contract. Is there anything else you need from me?"
 
 ---
 
 John has an initial thought when Mia asks her question and it’s selfishly _you
 can be a good lay_. Not in a selfish way but people didn’t like the girl who
 just laid there and even more problematic was those who insinuated that if a
 girl didn’t seem totally into it then she was being forced in some way. If
 enough people started talking like that and some girls changed their stories,
 John could find himself in trouble. It’s happened before. That’s why…
 
 “I do. This will be weird but I need you on camera to record you saying you
 consent to everything. Just for a moment before we get ready for everything”
 
 Standing where he was at the camera it would be obvious where Mia had to go.
 Time to go to center stage and be a star, there wasn’t any rehearsal for this.
 
 “This is just for me, for legal reasons. Name, age, birthday, consenting adult
 consenting to adult activities. However you want to say it, y’know?”
 
 John throws a little half-grimaced eye brow lift at her, as if he recognized the
 oddity of the moment. Hopefully it’s distracting enough that she can miss the
 fact that the legal reason is to cover his ass.
 
 ---
 
 With her heart trying to crawl its way up her throat, Mia slowly gets up from
 the chair, keeping her arms glued to her body to try and stop them from shaking.
 The walk over to where John had been standing felt like an eternity, where the
 room stretched with every step she took. _Good thing I didn't eat much of a
 breakfast._
 
 Not so strangely, Mia felt much more at ease once she awkwardly settled in front
 of the camera. Seeing that lens and the lights on her give her the same rush she
 gets prior to an audition. She's nervous in the lead-up, but once in the
 spotlight, a warm confidence sweeps over her, even if it's not always obviously
 visibly.
 
 Granted it's a little different of a situation now, but this is the first time
 since speaking with John where she feels like she could actually go through with
 this. She quickly looks down, making sure to smooth her clothes to look
 presentable. She's here, so she might as well make the most of it as a
 professional audition of sorts.
 
 ---
 
 “Ok and that’s perfect”
 
 It didn’t really need to be perfect but it was natural for John to throw out a
 compliment. His temporary costars had to feel good and while he wasn’t trying to
 manipulate them it was just human nature to like a kind word and John was pretty
 good at giving them. He looks into the small screen beside the camera and make a
 needless zoom in and out.
 
 “Slow and clearly, and I need to have you say you’re doing this on your own
 and…you know, stuff I need to file with the ID and contract. Sorry”
 
 And with that the red light comes on at his camera, and the others surrounding
 her. John’s system is synced, capturing all the audio and video at the same
 time. His digital talents eliminating the need for a crew.
 
 ---
 
 Doing her best to focus on the camera, Mia takes a deep breath in to try and
 keep her voice from wavering. "My name's Mia Dolan, I'm 24 years old. And
 obviously I'm here today to film an adult movie." She hoped that last bit came
 off light-hearted, but of course is now overthinking if it sounded too combative
 or dour. "Fully consenting adult!" she adds in quickly. Saved it.
 
 Even so, the lump in her throat returns. She tries to push it back down, but
 it's persistent. She glances around the room, trying to plan out her strategy of
 where to go next. If she gets an idea of what to expect, it should help to
 soothe her nerves.
 
 "Okay, so what's the plan for today," she said while fighting back the lump
 determined on keeping her quiet. "I've never done something like this before, so
 I'm not sure what's the, like, protocol or the usual flow of things."
 
 John had told her where to go to see his previous scenes he's done with other
 girls, but Mia couldn't stomach to watch. It would've probably helped knowing
 exactly what to expect, but it also would have made it too real; she had wanted
 to live in blissful ignorance as long as she could before the day arrived.
 
 ---
 
 Mia’s quick addition brings an honest smile to John’s face, his lips turning
 upward above a nicely shaped chin. The red lights go off after a long moment,
 the ‘you can’t blackmail me now’ cover his ass part in the bank. His hand lowers
 from the camera, forearm exposed from the rolled up sleeve of a button down
 dress shirt. Navy dress pants below that and a pair of leather loafers below
 _that_. Business casual, a bit Jim from _The Office_. Just more handsome, he
 hoped. A professional vibe, as if you were undergoing employee orientation and
 he was your hiring person.
 
 “We start with that and add on to it. Name and age…but I’d recommend now your
 real name and don’t lie about your age too much. We’re going to have you talk
 about yourself and you can play with the details but make it feel real. You said
 you were a waitress so if you talk about that maybe we talk about a cute
 customer that gave you his phone number as a tip and you blew him out back but
 don’t try and say, like, a group of guys gangbanged you in the bathroom after
 you closed up.”
 
 The ‘adult’ language came naturally, he didn’t mince words, but at least they
 didn’t come like he was trying to shock her. However they were still a reminder
 at why she was here.
 
 “The more you say, the better. Get comfortable, I won’t cut you off. If you’re a
 storyteller tell a story”
 
 Mia asked what was the plan and there it was plainly. Let’s just talk. But of
 course that wasn’t everything and John couldn’t just stop there.
 
 “Then, you know, the _other_ stuff.”
 
 ---
 
 _Okay good, some more delays._
 
 This is something Mia could really enjoy right now. She gets to hold off on what
 she's dreading (maybe kind of excited for? _No, shush brain!_) and just be an
 actor. She starts turning her mind over, trying to think of a scenario to
 embellish.
 
 It's not really a positive or a negative of the job, but easily the most
 annoying aspect of working in customer service is the unwanted attention from
 men who think you're flirting with them just for being nice and doing your job.
 Nothing came of this one example, but it was the perfect one Mia could spin to
 make it more tantilizing.
 
 "So it was a regular Wednesday at the café when a new customer I hadn't seen
 comes up to the counter. I don't think anything of it and start my usual spiel
 to ask his order. He doesn't say anything but is strangely focused on my face,
 honestly looking directly in my eyes! He then leans in a little closer and
 says..." and for effect, Mia sort of crouches a little and tilts towards the
 camera, dropping an octave and a half in pitch.
 
 "'You're lucky for those eyes, or I'd have to reach past this counter for a
 pinch.' I stop with a confused look on my face, like _what did you just say to
 me?_ It took me too long to realize that it was St. Patrick's Day and I almost
 snort laugh at what just happened. Like, to have the balls to say that with a
 straight face and without fear of being kicked out!
 
 "So I say, 'Okay, you win, that was actually fairly clever.' He just grins at me
 and places his order, handing me both his credit card and a slip of paper that
 says _Meet me out back?_. I look back up ready to roll my eyes at him, but he
 winks and walks down the counter to wait for his order.
 
 "My heart starts racing. This guy's clearly asking for it, and it's not like
 this hasn't happened before. You know, you're a woman, you're going to always
 get creeps trying to hit on you. But I felt this was different. He wasn't some
 Hollywood showstopper in looks, but he's the first guy who's done this that I've
 felt was actually attractive. Not too long of a beard, wavyish, curly hair a
 little past his shoulders, a black bomber jacket over a dark orange shirt, black
 jeans, brown leather shoes, and topped off with a wide-brimmed, black felt hat
 with brown trim.
 
 "At this point I'm thinking this through, like should I actually go for this? I
 had my break coming up so it was feasible, but I was just at a loss! I'm biting
 my lip at the counter, distracted and trying to decide what to do when I see him
 pick up his order and look up at me, nodding in the direction of the door, with
 a mischevious grin on his face.
 
 "At this point I just say fuck it and tell my floor manager that I'm taking my
 break. I go to the back, put my apron away in my locker, and quickly check
 myself in the mirror. Hair? Decent, pulled back into a loose ponytail. Shirt? No
 coffee stains, just a white button-down, top two buttons opened. Jeans?
 Normal-ass jeans as far as jeans go! Prepared, I head out the door. He's already
 in the alley waiting."
 
 Mia stops for a breather, trying to compose herself. She didn't realize what
 effect this story would have on her. She hasn't even gotten to the sex yet and
 feels herself warming thinking about what's coming up. She's glad she wore a
 blouse thick enough to hide the redness in her chest springing up.
 
 Her eyes move away from the lens for a quick second to see if her acting's
 having the desired effect so far, and it seems she's been successful. John's
 eyes are filled with a hungry curiosity as he stands behind the camera.
 
 ---
 
 John had long since stumbled on that phrase - storyteller - in order to subtly
 coerce what he could from his newbie camera stars. But it turned out he actually
 stumbled on one with Mia. He hadn’t meant for her to go into it right off the
 bat but he’s figure that out in editing. For now all he did was hit record and
 listen actively. His eyes widening, his jaw dropping a bit with respectful
 surprise. Nothing audible that was going to interrupt the filming but enough to
 make this so it was as if she was just telling _him_.
 
 “First thing I notice there? He already had that written. He saw you there
 before you even knew he existed and he said to himself - _Her_.”
 
 He didn’t know if it was true or not, she had mentioned she was an aspiring
 actress after all, but he played into it as if it was the truth. Wherever this
 came from, John wanted to feed it.
 
 “Sit in back there, would you?”
 
 While the tripod camera in front was ready to record her in front of him, the
 cameras to the side were focused on someone sitting on the couch. Filming had
 definitely begun and he needed to catch all this.
 
 “Honestly, kudos to him. I’d never have that much guts. So I assume you _don’t_
 bring his order out there, right? No cinnamon buns except for the ones in the
 back of your jeans?”
 
 ---
 
 Mia nods and heads towards the couch, concentrating on keeping steady on her
 feet. She wasn't aware of how her body would react to her story, and it's mixing
 with her nerves to form a delicate concoction manifesting in shakey legs. And
 although she finally makes it down to the couch, she's worried that the camera
 would actually be able to pick up how loud her heart is beating.
 
 She takes a calming breath, trying to get back into her audition mode. "Well, I
 can't spoil yet what's going to happen next! You'll just have to wait to see how
 it all comes together." Mia made sure to put extra emphasis on "come", smirking
 up at the camera. Is it cheesy? Probably. It is expected? She's not entirely
 sure but she knows it won't hurt.
 
 "But yes, the only buns I brought out were the ones you can't readily find in a
 coffee shop." As Mia prepares to continue her story, she makes sure to cross her
 legs. Not to flaunt her thighs to the camera, but on the off-chance the story
 gets to her too much and she needs to do something to relieve the pressure.
 
 ---
 
 Mia sat right at the center of the grey couch, as he hoped and where she needed.
 John had filmed here before and found it a study piece of furniture, more than
 adequate for the work performed on it. There were two more cameras now catching
 her, one which should be getting her from and angled view at the toro and up to
 her right and full body on the left. He stayed at the center, fortunate to have
 the wide shot ready when her legs crossed with tight jeans.
 
 “So Miss Luck Of The Irish. Your unnamed paramour had that luck with your
 smiling Irish eyes. You walked out the back door and…?”
 
 Johnny’s hand slid to his thigh, creeping inside. He couldn’t just grab his
 dick, that would be impolite, but the honest truth was that he was feeling
 arousal and wished for some level of touch on his cock. To work this business
 meant you needed to be able to achieve a ready steady with little difficulty and
 John had that attribute, needing only the beginning of a sexy story told with a
 little bit of Mia’s throaty voice to get him going.
 
 ---
 
 Her eyes flit back to the camera, luckily not betraying her increasing arousal
 after seeing John not-so-subtly adjusting his cock. Mia's never been a size
 queen nor one of those that hyper-fixates on the cock during sex, but she had to
 admit to herself that seeing the effect she has recounting a simple, highly
 editorialized story on a man is incredibly sexy. Not only is it very flattering,
 but to Mia, it's important to know as an actor how well she could command
 attention. Although as hormones continue to course through her body, the sexual
 attention is slowly taking up importance.
 
 "So I walk out and he's there, leaning up on the brick alley wall and scrolling
 through his phone. At the sound of the door slamming shut, he looks up and
 smiles. 'Glad to see you decided to show. What was it, my witty line and charm
 that got you hooked?'
 
 "I slowly walk up to him as he's putting his phone back in his pocket. Despite
 the brim of his hat casting a lot of his face in shadow, I can still see his
 eyes dart up and down my body, taking in the view, continually focusing on my
 chest. _Good_, I think, _he's a man who loves small tits._
 
 "Once I reach him, I press my body up against him and look up. He's not much
 taller than me, maybe 3 inches, but it's a great height match for me. I don't
 think he thought I'd be that forward, as some slight disbelief flashes across
 his eyes. 'I mean it definitely helped, but seeing that ass of yours in jeans
 sealed it.'
 
 "I reach back and squeeze his ass, pulling him close to me and I go in for the
 kiss. I don't even know this man's name nor does he know mine, but at this point
 we're magnetically attracted and nothing else matters. He grabs my face as our
 lips lock, kissing as if we've been starved for attention. I walk him over to
 the corner where we can be more hidden as our desperation skyrockets. Our hands
 race to explore each others bodies, trying to cover every inch while making sure
 our mouths stay together, tasting our shared lust.
 
 "I don't know which one of us managed first to remember we have more control of
 our hands, but both sets eventually found their way into jeans. I'd wager it's
 due to his hand being bigger, but he beat me to the prize. Just as I was about
 to reach that stiff cock, I feel his finger press up on my clit. For the first
 time in those initial minutes, I can't kiss back. I shudder and use my free hand
 to grab his arm, trying to brace myself against my legs' betrayal in upholding
 its deal of keeping me stable. I moan in his mouth, unable to concentrate as he
 begins exploring my pussy. It was only now I realized how fucking wet I was.
 Feeling those warm and soaked panties press up against me as he pushed past
 turned me on even moreso than his cock a mere inch away from my wanting
 fingertips."
 
 Mia could feel herself steaming in her clothes. All thoughts of being discreet
 with her arousal were entirely forgotten as she shuffled her hair in vain
 attempts to cool herself off. She pressed her thighs together so tightly she was
 almost scared of ripping her jeans, but that pressure she put on her clit was
 just enough relief she needed. She closed her eyes, holding back a moans as she
 kept pressing her legs. She almost forgot there was somebody in the room when
 she lazily opens her eyes again.
 
 ---
 
 Admittedly John had begun to think she was telling a tall tale when Mia went
 back into it. Too many fancy words and details, and isn’t that supposed to be
 the sign of a white lie? He wasn’t complaining, he told her that whatever she
 said she should just make it sound real and it still sounded real. Johnny just
 had never heard someone really tell a _story_. There was a school librarian once
 that he had hopes for but she ended up to be nothing but empty pages. Still
 looked pretty with his dick in her and so long as there was still that it was
 worth the effort.
 
 But as Mia gets toward her next brief break he sees the story telling, real or
 not, effects her. He has nothing to do but watch her so he can see her movements
 increase, as well as the blush of her pale skin. He decides there’s something
 worth pursuing here. A small assortment of sex toys were at the ready in order
 to help girls get more in the mood if needed. She seemed to be getting there
 herself but this could get a lot better.
 
 “Before you continue, and I think it’s about to get good, I have an idea…and
 we’ll edit around this if you don’t like it…I have a small vibrator here, would
 you like to use it on yourself as you tell the rest?”
 
 It necessitated a possible awkward break but such was the necessity of the work.
 It was very likely people may be entirely skipping over every moment she was
 talking with clothes on. He was doing Mia a service in making sure people would
 listen to some of it by having something buzzing against her clit.
 
 ---
 
 Mia could not quite understand how a made-up story would be causing her body to
 respond like this. Prior to the story, she could confidently say she was in
 control of her body. Now she could barely think clearly. Trying to restraint her
 increasingly ragged breathing was an absolute failure, and she was acutely aware
 of her heaving chest.
 
 She was in a haze when she opened two buttons on her blouse in an attempt to
 cool off, with the implication of how it looks not even reaching her mind. She
 musters some control and sputters out, "um... sure yeah, that works."
 
 Without a second thought, she scoots forward on the couch. The virgin fabric was
 much cooler to the touch than where she was sitting, and it felt nice even
 though her jeans. John rummages through his bag and pulls out a small purple
 vibrator, and while making sure to stay out of the shot, reaches out to Mia's
 outstreached hand.
 
 _Come on, Mia, get it together. You know why you're here, it's not the time to
 lose control_.
 
 With her toy in hand, Mia leans back into her pre-warmed spot. She's only had a
 few experiences with toys, but this one felt a lot better in her hand than the
 others she's tried. Smooth and cool to the touch, it'll be quite the contrast to
 the heat between her legs.
 
 Although this small break brought back the conflict she felt in the lead-up, the
 push and pull she felt earlier had been diluted; it's clear which side is
 winning. Mia bites her lip, tasting a light sheen of sweat that's been quickly
 gaining ground on her pale face. Finding the switch and unable to hide the
 desperation any longer, she opens her legs just enough and her arm instinctively
 jumps to the small but growing wet spot coming through her jeans and turns it
 on. Her eyes flash open and all she can let out is a throaty groan, just barely
 a murmur. "Ooh f-fuck..."
 
 ---
 
 John said he could edit this out but he never hit the pause on his recording
 while this happened. There were multiple angles going and he could likely make
 something of this footage to keep the action going for those watching with their
 dicks in their hands. Unless Mia surprised him with something unfortunate that
 would necessitate a cut…but that didn’t happen.
 
 He has the ol’ standby buzzer ready, bringing it to Mia. With his movement comes
 the awareness of his erection, the stiffening shaft in his pants somewhat
 enhanced by the motion against his slacks. John doesn’t urge it forward to her
 in anyway and if she sees it, she sees it. The handoff exchanged, John returns
 as Mia finds the right position.
 
 “You should see how well it work with your pants off”
 
 He was happy she was ok using it but using it through her jeans isn’t quite the
 camera shot he was looking for. They had just started and he allowed women the
 time they needed to arrive at the proper levels of comfort but…but he really
 need her vibing her clit in somewhat of a more direct fashion.
 
 ---
 
 "What?" Mia responds with breathlessly. "Oh, right, that just makes sense." When
 she flicks the vibrator off, the room is dead quiet; there's nothing to distract
 the intensity bubbling in this space. Mia breaks up the silence by sliding off
 her jeans, the coarse fabric rubbing against the couch enough to snap her mind
 up from the fog.
 
 _I guess you're really going through this, huh?_ She knew what was coming, but
 it didn't really seem real up until now. The cool air trying to force its way
 through what little fabric was left to try and cover her modesty really brought
 it to light. She didn't even bother to ask if her panties should come off too.
 She knew the answer, and she didn't really want them on either. She takes them
 off as fast as she can, desperate for the vibrator to return.
 
 At last, Mia spreads her legs, her feet up on the edge of the couch. The smell
 of her sweet lust was quickly spreading throughout the room already, and with
 little fanfare, turns on the vibrator and returns it to its rightful place. This
 time, however, she maintains eye contact with John instead of the camera.
 
 ---
 
 Ironically John didn’t expect Mia to go all the way bottomless. She’d leave the
 panties on and if he was lucky she’d go under them was his thought. Happily
 wrong, though. He records silently as she slips the garments off her thin legs.
 There’s no moment for questioning here, they were paused on a specific
 conversation.
 
 After taking her position again she lifts her legs up quite deftly. She had
 offhandedly said she hadn’t done anything like this before and he was inclined
 to agree but she had talent enough to play to the camera quite well. Mia didn’t
 spread, but she kept her thighs parted enough to allow a nice shot at her ginger
 puss.
 
 “Now, you were saying….you were going into his pants and he got knuckle deep in
 you?”
 
 His setup was wireless, that mean John could pick up his tripod mounted camera
 and get closer. He could zoom but this felt like he needed to close the
 proximity now that they didn’t need the open floor she once stood at. John moves
 himself close enough that she could likely just reach him with an outstretched
 foot.
 
 ---
 
 It's known amongst actors that one should not fall too deeply into character.
 For every Daniel Day Lewis there are dozens of actors who take the role too
 seriously, potentially damaging themselves or others. Mia is already falling
 deep into the latter but there aren't the signs of danger. She almost feels like
 it's cheating and she's relishing in it.
 
 Mia lets out a raspy chuckle, "let's see how well I can manage this then."
 Garnering all of her mental strength, she pushes forward to try and continue the
 story amidst jolts of pleasure.
 
 "Yes, so he beat me to the prize. I was just about to reach his cock when he
 plunges deeply into my wanting hole. I was so wet there was really no resistance
 whatsoever and I have to use him as support or else I'd fall over while moaning
 into his open mouth.
 
 "I manage to compose myself enough to finally grab his cock to ellicit the same
 reaction he did of me. Our lips are still inseparable and he mimics my moans. We
 were entirely sex-fueled, there was no dirty talk or sweet nothings whispered
 into ears. Our entire focus was carnal pleasure. And his cock felt so fucking
 good in my hand...
 
 Mia returns back another string of moans she'd been trying to hold in as she
 glides the vibrator across her glistening lips, avoiding her swelling clit for
 now. _I focus on that and it's game over_. She takes her free left hand and
 brings it down, gathering the wetness that has broken free onto her thighs and
 threatening the couch, coating her fingers before bringing them up to her lips.
 She loves the way she tastes.
 
 "It felt like we were frozen in time until something unlocked ourselves and he
 began to hastily unbutton my jeans. Cycling back into some control over my body,
 I begin to do the same with my shirt. He rips off my jeans and panties in one
 go, gets on his knees, and plunges his face between my legs.
 
 "Also speaking of shirts, should I take off mine?" Mia was already planning it,
 but thought to ask this time. Let the director control the scene etcetera. Beads
 of sweat were already beginning to seap through her shirt, and she very much
 wanted to feel that cool breeze that's felt so nice on her pussy on her nipples
 as well. Plus she needed the break; without it, she didn't trust that she'd go
 straight for her clit and cum right then and there.
 
 ---
 
 Naughty little thing, this Mia was. He may have had her pegged wrong and may be
 happy to. Not a lot of girls go off and lick their own pussy juice. Correction,
 not a lot do _in earnest_. Some of this girls came in and you could tell they
 actually wanted to do porn and they gave you porn star vibes, such as sampling
 their own entree. He hasn’t caught that with Mia and he still didn’t, not in the
 bad way. What he might have is a rare one, an actually sexually confident and
 articulate _woman_.
 
 However there was no moments to have any kind of discussion about that, there
 maybe never would. Work had to be done. John let his hand slip below his belted
 waist, rubbing over the bulge in his pants. He wore jockey shorts underneath,
 tight enough to keep his arousal pinned down somewhat. Tight enough to flex his
 pelvis and feel some satisfying pressure as he tested the weave of the fabric.
 
 “Absolutely. Would you mind if I did the same? You’ve made it feel quite hot in
 here Mia, and my pants are fitting a lot tighter than when you started”
 
 ---
 
 Mia wouldn't have thought herself to be someone so forward with a man she just
 met and really doesn't know, despite the "safety" that a professional porn shoot
 brings. She hadn't really taken a good look at John. Most of her time in the
 room was spent staring at the contract signed earlier, the floor, the camera, or
 just having her eyes closed as she enjoyed herself. Yet she was curious and
 wanted to see more of the man whom she's expecting will be enjoying the tight
 confines of her pussy sooner rather than later.
 
 "No go ahead, I think we both deserve to be a little more comfortable." John
 gets up from his previous spot, focused and up-close between her legs, and
 places the camera back on its tripod. She felt a little saddened with the camera
 moving back. It's removal heightened how much she had like it's proxmity. It
 felt dirty and naughty knowing a camera was so hyper-focused on her puffy lips.
 
 She takes the opportunity to unbutton her shirt, fumbling with the buttons as
 she tries to move swiftly to uncage herself from the confines of the last bits
 of fabric covering up her skin. The cool air is a rush as it hits her exposed
 chest and tummy, and she lets out a small gasp as the air whips around her erect
 nipples. _What a treat this will be for the audience_, very glad that she made
 the right choice in not wearing a bra today. It would come off anyway, so what
 was the point?
 
 Fully free, she brings her focus back to her pussy, keeping the vibrator nearer
 to her hole as she teases her lips with her free hand, Watching John, there was
 no way he could hide his full erection aching to be released from his pants. She
 let out another moan as her pussy pulsated, the physical stimulation heightened
 with the reality of how much of an effect she's having on this stranger.
 
 ---
 
 John brought his fingers to the top of his shirt, proceeding to remove what
 little ‘professional’ aspect there was to find in the visual of their situation.
 From here on out it would only be found in their behavior, or the subtle testing
 of each other’s limits in this sex-for-payment agreement. Not that he planned on
 pushing them, of course, but if you found yourself in some good sex…well,
 sometimes you lost your sober common sense.
 
 Button by button come undone and his fingers pop the small plastic discs from
 their slots. His chest becomes exposed, nicely toned and groomed. When he
 arrives at the bottom he simply tugs it out from his belted waist. No undershirt
 needed. There was always some pride he had in looking good, I’m bringing a good
 male body to the scene. He had female admirers in the comments and email
 submissions and it certainly helped there not be any ‘I’d rather not be here’
 vibes from the women.
 
 John shrugs the shirt off his shoulders and walks swiftly to a chair at the side
 so he can lay it there and return. Mia’s allowed a ‘free’ moment to view the
 sculpt of his torso without being caught and enough time to look away before he
 turns and returns.
 
 “So, the back alley behind work, your pants around your ankles, and Mr Nameless
 is making war warmers out of your thighs”
 
 His hand comes to the camera and it pops off the tripod so he can walk closer.
 It’s a subtle thing to see but the black lens is pointed at her face, the
 closing proximity able to make it identifiable to anyone used to being in front
 of it. He’s made a directors decision, excluding the closeup of her pussy to get
 a good look at her face. Emotion over Anatomy.
 
 ---
 
 _Okay not bad..._, Mia thinks as she slowly takes in the sight of the shirtless
 man. She's never really through of herself as someone with a specific type she
 goes for, and maybe John wouldn't be someone she'd normally be interested in,
 but the current conditions have heightened her arousal to where she could easily
 say he's one of the best looking men she's laid eyes on.
 
 Mia quickly shuts her eyes before he can spot her admiring gaze and bites her
 lip. She's not sure how much longer she can last like this; her clit is
 screaming for attention with all this teasing and her hand is inching closer to
 what her body desires.
 
 "R-right, he dives in immediately to explore my aching pussy," Mia gasps out.
 "At this point I'm in absolute bliss," _fuck I really am_, "this man really
 knows how to keep a woman satisfied. I feel myself gushing out as he
 tongue-fucks my box, and his hands reach up my body to get to my tits. I don't
 know how I did it, but I was able to muster some focus back into reality to
 unclasp my bra as he was ready to slide underneath, reaching out to my nipples."
 
 Opening her eyes and staring right at the camera, Mia says (much to the shock of
 what little left inside her which hadn't succumbed to lust), "Now to everyone
 watching, never forget the best way to get a woman coming back for more is to be
 face-first with her pussy. And when this man reached my c-clit..." And there it
 was. Mia could feel it bubbling up, the tell-tale sign that she's all too
 familiar with. Her eyes slam shut and her mouth instinctively opens wide.
 
 "S-so, um, he can't help himself, and, his mouth j-jumps up and, _fuck_, latches
 onto my clit. What this man did... I d-don't know how to explain it, and..." Mia
 was trying to focus, but her mind was in a haze. Her face and chest were
 beginning to get very flushed, and her toes curled as if trying to grip the edge
 of the couch cushions. Without a conscious thought and unable to stop herself,
 her right hand slowly glides the vibrator across her wet lips while her left
 makes up for the empty space and goes straight for her tight hole.
 
 ---
 
 John was considering if it was a tell that this was a fictional story or if
 Mia’s Mr Mysterious was actually a genius in going directly for the Barista’s
 snack box. Forget about making himself a repeat customer, he was probably more
 interesting in making sure she would return the favor that day. He couldn’t
 blame the hypothetical paramour, Mia did have a delightful treasure between
 those pale thighs.
 
 Further considerations were suddenly paused when John saw a variety of signs.
 Granted that not a lot of girls were monologuing when it happened but he had
 seen a lot of women orgasm before him and it was the stillness that was the
 sign. Tension.
 
 “Don’t worry about the story. Close your eyes”
 
 His voice was low, soothing. At least as much as he tried for it to be. He moved
 back some, taking a step to the side. It looked a little nicer at an angle and
 now he could capture her face and the action between her legs.
 
 “Just fuck yourself, Mia”
 
 ---
 
 That was it, the final passphrase needed to unlock the pent-up lust that had
 been forcefully battering against the bullwark of Mia's remaining restraint and
 hesitation. With its victory in sight, it finally opens the metaphorical - and
 literal - floodgates. To say anything other than what Mia felt in this moment
 was earth-shattering would be an understatement. The tug-of-war she fought
 leading up to this point just gave fuel to that lust, and when it boiled up, it
 washed over her entire body in a way she had never experienced.
 
 Trying to close her mouth was futile, she had no chance of stopping those moans
 and cries from pouring out. Her face contorted in ecstacy, Mia cries out, "Oh,
 oh g-g-god, F-FUCK!", plunging two fingers deep within her honeypot, grasping at
 the walls of her sticky sweetness. She presses the vibrator hard against her
 swollen clit, finally getting the attention its needed.
 
 Despite plugging up her box, it fought hard against her fingers. Mia could feel
 convulsions like a vicegrip, her pussy putting all of its energy into squeezing
 out the visitors. Mia, her back now arched and contorted, was persistent, but
 her cream forced it's way through the gaps, pushing out in synchronicity with
 her body's every twitch as she pushed herself into the back of the couch.
 
 Beads of sweat roll down her face and onto her rapidly-heaving chest, and their
 trips took a much needed detour over her nipples, - unfortunately ignored due to
 her hands being busy elsewhere - sensitive enough to where those quick visits
 seemed to conduct electricity which quickly spread across her body in tandem
 with its sister between her thighs.
 
 Mia lost track of time as the waves of pleasure rolled over her, continuing to
 fill the room with her lewd soundtrack of moans. Her creamy nectar had pooled
 hot into her left palm as she rode out the pleasure while fucking herself,
 raising her hips into the air as if trying to get her fingers deeper into her
 wanting hole to extract every drop of her juices.
 
 Slowly, Mia begins to come down from the high. Her voice softens as she lowers
 her hips, moving the vibrator off her clit and lowering the intensity of her
 fingers exploration to a small tease. Her breathing begins to normalize, and she
 becomes aware of her surroundings again after what felt like hours on cloud
 nine. Her hair is a sweaty mess on her face, the couch and her milky-white
 thighs soaked with her love liquid, and she feels herself pulsating on her
 fingers as the final drips of her creamy nectar make their way out.
 
 The air is hot and thick with the smell of lust, and Mia can't help but laugh.
 Not an awkward laugh, but one that's near autonomous after something
 unprecedented happens. A loud, throaty giggle, jiggling her perky tits and
 causing more juices to drip onto her covered hands and couch.
 
 ---
 
 If he were to tell the truth, John doesn’t love masturbation scenes. He films
 them, of course, and knows that’s what the audience wants but when he watches
 the competitions videos he generally skips over them. Shocking but true. It’s as
 if it’s _too_ private. Or possible because it’s an inherently solo act and he
 likes to make a connection…with his costar or even with the audience. Maybe that
 doesn’t quite make sense but to be fair he gives women thousands of dollars in
 cash to have sex with him on camera and then gives them a slap on the ass
 goodbye…so not everything is quite as lined up in his head as with other.
 
 That said John still knows the gold he has. Mia has a level of sexual openness
 that could make her an _actual_ adult entertainment star. At least so far. She
 could certainly bring in some money off cam work and solo stuff. There was still
 present work to do and John lets the camera film for a long moment after her
 laugh, knowing he’s going to use this as a fade-out cut. The red lights go off
 as he hits pause.
 
 “Ok, we’re cute and that was fucking _amazing_”
 
 John is already stepping back, taking the camera away from Mia and giving her
 some breathing room. He steps off to the chair on the side and collects two
 folded white towels, bringing them to Mia.
 
 “One for up top, one for below.”
 
 While he’s still shirtless up top and tenting below, he takes the vibe to
 professional. It’s not the time to push anything on her unless she’s showing
 signs.
 
 “I gotta know, how real was that? The orgasm _and_ the story”
 
 ---
 
 Mia reaches for the towels, eager to dry herself off. She knows to expect a lot
 of wetness, but this was more than her usual. She could count on one hand the
 amount of sexual encounters that resulted in similar feelings, and this is among
 them and easily ranks as a top time.
 
 She wiped her soaking hands on the towel before carefully dabbing her sensitive
 pussy, wincing when she adds a little too much pressure on her clit. The ordeal
 it's been through is _definitely_ deserving of rest. She's less gentle on the
 rest of her body, wiping up the sheen of sweat across her torso and face, and
 nearly wringing her hair out of how damp it had become. She positions herself
 sitting back straight, crossing those long thin legs but keeping her chest
 exposed. _No reason in covering them up at this point_, she thinks slyly.
 
 "Wow, um... I don't have many words. It was just incredible!" She hoped her
 enthusiasm shone through, because there was definitely no hiding her enjoyment.
 "The orgasm was one-hundred percent real, and I think one of my strongest. I
 can't even remember the last time I got _this_ wet before!", holding up the
 visibly soaking towel for effect.
 
 Mia is all smiles as she continues on, "Well I can't give away _everything_ now,
 can I?" She loved to play coy, which was helped along by her cute little grin
 and those freckles she loved to lean on for the 'cute factor'. "I mean it can be
 true!" _and it was definitely true to how I imagined it later that night when I
 touched herself to that fantasy_. "Let's just say I heightened some aspects that
 made for a better story."
 
 ---
 
 “Well don’t let the reveal effect the story telling. We needed the pause
 here…well, you needed the pause. The button I press takes a lot less energy than
 yours. If you can get back to that kind of feeling, it would be great. If the
 same vibe isn’t there, we can just let it hang. No need to force it”
 
 There he was, _directing_. It was an odd pairing of talents to have to balance
 but such was what Mia Dolan was. John also keeps it in mind that I’m a few hours
 she’s walking out and that’s probably it for her so he doesn’t need to go
 overboard. But…
 
 “It’s a really good story. And I mean that in the way you tell it. Maybe,
 somehow, we can figure out something that plays to it better”
 
 He tosses out that hook. A little bit of ‘you’re doing very good’ that he
 doesn’t know if she’s looking for but she can nibble on it if needed. However
 there’s also some honesty in the possible business proposition. She could be
 money to make of what she could do.
 
 “For now, I’d like to get involved if you’re ok with that”
 
 John’s request is another line item on the contract. He didn’t mandate a full
 scene and all the acts therein, what Mia signed got her paid Al La Carte. For
 her nudity and her self pleasure session she earned those respective amounts.
 Everything else involved interaction with the male talent. Him. So now she could
 decide if she was going there or if it was time to her to cash out.
 
 ---
 
 With her mind having cleared up again, Mia begins to think on the possibilities,
 absentmindedly twirling one of the drier ends of a towel between her fingers.
 She really wasn't expecting openess in how to proceed but more of a
 strong-arming into what he wanted out of the transaction, and that was already
 part of the mental preparations she had made before she even entered the room.
 
 Mia truly saw herself at a crossroads. She very, _very_ much enjoyed what just
 happened, but that was still within the safety and comfort of herself. The
 commodification of her being had not yet been fetishized into someone's personal
 use value. But the money; _the money_. Her material desperation is what bent her
 road towards Hollywood down a side street and into a seedy gas station, with the
 catch being the fuel was dirt cheap and the interior of the building was
 actually well kept considering its first glance.
 
 Mia wasn't unaware of what would be coming up next. John had kept up that tent
 since she started the story, and despite not seeing malice behind his eyes, he
 clearly wanted more. Not that she blames him, the story and accompanying visuals
 would make any person melt into a horny puddle of desire.
 
 Gripping the towel with more force, Mia quickly exhales. "Okay, so what do you
 have in mind?"
 
 ---
 
 “A blowjob, maybe while you finish the story or you could just drop if the
 inspiration got left on the couch”
 
 It was clever wordplay, at least John thought so. It was while she sat on the
 couch that things got really heated and now she stood, that was the literal
 interpretation. But there was the small stain of her arousal left there as well,
 the same horny fuel that drove her.
 
 “The other way I’m thinking…I have some other stuff, this little vibrator that’s
 remote control, stays inside you. Finish the story in the bed, double the
 masturbation pay, maybe grab a shower after, and leave them wanting more.”
 
 It was casual, John was used to talking casually about these things, but
 informative. He wasn’t going to cheap her out on what she earned, if she did it
 again she’d double it. And the shower wasn’t even a throwaway, there was
 something to earn there as well. Not as much as if she let him between her
 mouths or her legs but John wasn’t their accountant, he had no idea what was in
 a woman’s account and how many bill collectors and theater owners were hounding
 them.
 
 ---
 
 Her decision had already been made before John finished his pitch, but it just
 took Mia some time for her brain to process the outcome. She agreed to this for
 a very common reason, and leaving without ending on a higher bracket wasn't in
 her plans. As tempting as a double-masturbation payday is - she's always wanted
 to try one of those remote control vibes - her bank account would thank her for
 the cash a blowjob would bring in.
 
 "Looks like Mr. High-Roller here just hit the jackpot." Mia chuckles to herself;
 gambling may be illegal in Boulder City, but she's learned to play it up when
 she's vying for the cute angle. "I think the story deserves a fitting end, don't
 you think?" She gestures towards the camera, "I feel like our audience would
 agree." Plus she wanted the story completed for herself, and she couldn't think
 of a better time than during this heightened stage of arousal.
 
 Mia isn't lying to herself either. Although she's come down from the high,
 strong orgasms leave her with a buzz for a certain amount of time, and an orgasm
 _this_ strong is definitely leaving behind its trace. She does need a jolf of
 confidence, however. The longer the gap since she exploded on the couch, the
 greater her resolve in wanting to cash-in increases. And she desperately needs
 the money.
 
 "But, can we mix it up from what I would assume your usual would be? Maybe put
 the vibrator in me? I'm sure viewers wouldn't mind seeing me moaning on your
 cock..."
 
 ---
 
 “I’m going to have to give you a partial directors share, Mia. Love it. Ok…can I
 get a moment to set up here? You can wrap the towel around you, get a water
 there. The bathroom attached to the bedroom at the hallway there is good if you
 need to freshen up. And then we’ll get right into it”
 
 From there John got going. The side cameras could stay but there would be a
 tripod mounted camera very low facing directly in, one that would capture her
 naked backside kneeling. Also, one right under the couch to face out and up at
 her pussy. Last would be the handheld, giving the direct POV view of her head in
 his lap.
 
 On the arm of the couch he left the bullet vibrator for her, it’s pink colored
 matching controller next to it. The long loop from the sex toy was the means to
 retrieve it after she had put it into her depth.
 
 Last…John had to strip done. A bit nonchalantly, he disrobes and puts his
 clothes over the couch to the side. As nonchalantly as he treated Mia’s body, he
 did it to his own. It was a tool, just as the cameras and his words were, and he
 used it just as respectfully. That meant not bringing any extra attention to the
 hung cock that swung from his hips. He was erect, to put it plainly. The tool at
 it’s ready, helped along by a little blue something prior to her arrive just to
 make sure there were no malfunctions.
 
 ---
 
 Feeling relief for the small break, Mia gets up, wrapping one towel on her chest
 and the other on her head. The latter was unnecessary - her hair wasn't _that_
 wet - but it's a habit she's had for years.
 
 Just the act of alone of standing and walking felt absolutely surreal. She felt
 like Sue at the end of _Carrie_, in a dream-like haze floating to where she
 needed to go. She was pretty sure a hand wouldn't be coming out to grab her from
 the sink, however. The feel of the carpet between her toes and the satisifed
 ache between her legs kept her grounded that yes, all of this actually happened.
 
 When Mia reaches the bathroom, she takes a quick glance at the preparations
 John's finalizing, which sends her stomach for a loop. She's all confidence when
 her pussy's exploding and she's deep in her tight snatch, but the nerves come
 back now that she's come down. Her body still craves more, her mind's even
 whispering to her _do it do it do it_, but there's still that original holdout
 that returned post-pleasure asking if this still is the right choice.
 
 Sitting on the toilet, she tells herself absolutely yes. _Look, I'm here for a
 reason. This could really turn things around, and it's the most... lucrative way
 to not get screwed over and end up back in Nevada._ Plus the pleasure, oh Mia
 loved just how _good_ it felt and just letting loose like this. Never in her
 wildest dreams did she think she'd be in a foreign bathroom, naked after having
 one of the strongest orgasms of her life that had her whimpering for more...
 
 Mia shakes her head out of it. If she kept going she'd have to reach back down
 to her clit for a quickie. The fact that it's starting to throb again is
 dangerous enough. She's professional, she knows she has to go back out there.
 She finishes and gets up, never being quite so grateful for the cold water of a
 sink before.
 
 _Remember what you're here for. Be professional, don't get in over your head,
 and you'll be out of here in no time_. Looking at her reflection as she washes
 up, she's relieved she didn't wear much makeup that would have been smeared from
 her sweaty couch writhing. Not much to clean up there, so she dries her hands
 and heads back out, towels still securely in place. For some reason though, she
 didn't quite expect to see a man's ass nonchalantly walking about and setting up
 the shoot. She held back a giggle at picturing people on any standard film set
 doing their work butt-naked.
 
 "You ready for me?"
 
 ---
 
 “I am. I have the shot lined up here, I’m going to sit where you were”
 
 John was going to make a big deal about it but he did have a hell of a dick.
 Length and a pleasing amount of girth with a nicely tapered tip that made
 insertions in any orifice a bit easier…so he was told. He turned his body and it
 swung with his hips, hanging slightly with its heft but sticking up under the
 power of his self-achieved arousal.
 
 The small camera is in his hands, fingers looped under the band to secure it.
 But it’s red light is off, as it is on the other cameras. John turns and lowers
 his bare butt to the couch in a measured manner, making a slight adjustment
 before looking to Mia.
 
 “If you want to get settled in here, and just tell me when you’re ready”
 
 ---
 
 _So straight into it I guess..._
 
 The reality of being with a man now just hit Mia. It's easy enough to prep for
 adult videos solo, but the power imbalance of a directly interacting with a man
 in vulnerable situation, let alone the director/actor relationship, is a lot to
 take in.
 
 _I guess this is why the pay so much extra for anything past solo masturbation._
 
 Mia begins her voyage, with the destination of a very visibily aroused man
 waiting for her, his erection acting as a lewd lighthouse. Her feet barely lift
 off the carpet as her mind constantly fights itself, edging her forward
 step-by-step.
 
 After hours of traversing the carpet, she reaches the familiar shore of the
 couch and makes a hard turn to the armrest and reaches for the vibrator. She
 feels John's eyes watching and she lets our a nervous laugh, "Guess I don't need
 the towels anymore either." Knowing the cameras have yet to begin recording, she
 drops her body towel with little fanfare and unwraps her head towel, grabbing
 both and placing them on the nearby table's chair.
 
 With her back still turned to the couch, she brings up the vibrator to her
 mouth, giving it a quick once-over with her tongue. She still feels herself
 decently wet, but anything extra always helps. Upon insertion into her pussy,
 Mia can't help but give an involuntary twitch. She must be hornier than she
 thought if it already feels good to have her pussy filled.
 
 She puts on a professional face before turning back around to walk over to John,
 grabbing the vibe's remote in the process. Standing awkwardly with her arms
 across her belly, she asks "So do I just kneel down or is there a process to
 this?"
 
 ---
 
 It’s ironically respectable that as Emma re-nudifies and slides the sex toy
 where it can’t be seen, John doesn’t allow himself any pleasure of the sight. It
 could be nice to have a good squeeze and stroke and watch her but also might
 rude and while some productions don’t let that stand in the way he did things
 different. He was still erect enough, as in he wasn’t half soft, and she was
 about to blow him anyways. He didn’t need to be sex stuff and ready.
 
 “I thought we’d start with you already there, so once you give me the sign I’ll
 roll tape and you can just pick up where you left off on the story”
 
 While blowing me, John didn’t say. He did Mia that service, knowing now she’s
 not a ‘hee hee I’m a slut’ kind of girl. Funny enough but it also made him feel
 a bit more like a proper director to be talking like that with her. A proper
 director with a stiff dick in his lap….which probably isn’t all that uncommon in
 back rooms and closed offices.
 
 John let’s Mia get down between his legs, her pale knees on the short carpeting.
 Upon her nod of a signal, he starts the recording in his hand. The red light
 appears on it and the cameras all around her begin to take her image again.
 
 ---
 
 Mia follows the instruction, slowly kneeling down in front of his mast. It's not
 like she's new to blowjobs, but she never feels entirely comfortable or
 confident at the start. Most men, especially with one-night stands and casual
 hookups, come to expect a blowjob as foreplay, without any attention to the
 women. Usually it's doable as one tends to be loosened up with alcohol, but in
 this case it just adds onto the already strange situation Mia's found herself
 in.
 
 As John hadn't officially directed that start, however, Mia can focus on her
 story as well as her pussy. She's going to need that stimulation in lieu of
 liquid courage. With the remote sitting loosely in her left hand, she turns it
 on low, emitting a wondrous sigh of relief as it vibrates inside her depth.
 
 "Okay, so where was I...", Mia thinks aloud. "Oh right, the most incredible
 feasting of my pussy I've ever experienced." She feels herself clamp down on the
 vibrator at the thought.
 
 "In record time he had me cumming hard in his mouth, it was like my pussy was on
 fire. He started off exploring every inch of my folds, teasing my hole, before
 going in deep with his tongue. Then as I got closer is when he clamped onto my
 clit, sucking onto it as I grinded on his face.
 
 "As I come down, he slowly leans his head back, face wet with my juices,
 grinning up at me. I'm in a haze of lust at this point, and I grab his face and
 pull it up to me, tasting myself on him as we kiss. Of course I needed a taste
 of him now too, I craved him after that incredible orgasm."
 
 Mia subtly increases the power of the vibrator, making her curl her toes as it
 works its magic. Still a low ride, but just enough to keep her wanting more.
 
 ---
 
 Yeah, he was going to have to work out some kind of deal with Mia. That little
 bit of a throaty voice and those tone changes. The expression on her voice as
 she told the tale and played with the words as they left her mouth. Maybe have
 people write in, like, the confessions in an old dirty magazine? John didn’t
 know yet. At least he did know he had Mia into this, even after the break and
 maybe with the help of the vibrator shoved up into her, his red headed performer
 was performing.
 
 Just…not on him. Johnny isn’t going to be greedy about it but she’s down there
 and while the initial resume of the story telling feels ok, she kinda needs to
 get to the next step. He finds a moment where she pauses and bounces his eye
 brows to get her attention. Once he has Mia’s green eyes he flicks his own
 pupils downward, drawing them to the fleshy tumescense in his lap.
 
 ---
 
 And there it was. Mia knew it was inevitable, but she still tried to hold it off
 as long as she could. A quick glance from John towards his erection is all that
 he needed to get his point across. After being subjected to being merely a
 spectator for the incredible performance Mia put on earlier, she knew he must be
 aching for some attention. Not to mention this being his job.
 
 Mia's job as well, as temporary as it may be. Mia pauses her story and nods,
 perspiration beginning to collect on her brow. She could attribute it to
 pre-show jitters, but it would be a lie to say the context of this show is
 weighing itself heavily on its effect.
 
 She shifts herself forward slightly, and with her free right hand, reaches out
 for his cock. Mia doesn't have particularly small hands, but she had to give
 credit where its due: he was packing, and getting a grasp on it really sells it.
 She looks up but all she sees is a camera lens aimed at her freckled face. _This
 will actually make it a bit easier, I think_.
 
 She leans forward open-mouthed before taking the tip of his cock into her mouth.
 She could almost feel it instantly relax in her mouth, finally getting attention
 after what might've seemed like ages of neglect. She slowly swirls her tongue
 around his head, getting a feel of her new co-star. John responds with a slow
 and deep release of pent-up air, as if he were holding his breath in
 anticipation of Mia's warm, soft mouth. Mia reciprocates with another bump of
 her vibrator, causing her to moan softly as her tongue explores his head.
 
 ---
 
 The thing about filming porn like this was that unless you wanted to be the kind
 of guy your viewers also thought were annoying, you had unfortunately shut the
 fuck up while you filmed. So that mean no groans or moans that might fuel your
 own arousal but also to clue the girl in on how good she was doing. But the
 irony to all of it was that he was supposed to be hard no matter what and it
 didn’t matter if he was enjoying it…technically.
 
 It would be up to Mia to decide what his erection mean to her. John kept the
 camera trained on her, catching her pink tongue swirling around his tip to lube
 it for the ensuing slip of her lips over it and on to his shaft. Time to see
 what else she could do with her mouth…actually, time to see if she could
 multitask.
 
 “So you were ready to return the favor to him?”
 
 Cmon Mia, be a smart girl and keep both plates spinning.
 
 ---
 
 Hoping she could still maintain a good groove, Mia leans back, letting the cool
 air wash over his cock. She had to play up the lust side of the story as she did
 earlier, before her own lust took over.
 
 "I was, at this point I was craving his cock." Mia quickly pops over John's
 member, engulfing a third of its length into her mouth and giving it a quick
 wash with her tongue before pulling back again. "I squat down, my jeans and
 panties still around my ankles, and pull off his unbuttoned pants and underwear.
 His cock pops up, and I kid you not, I could _see_ it twitching. I muster the
 naughtiest expression I could and looked up at him before trying to take as much
 of him into my mouth as I could."
 
 Mia returns her attention to John and goes back to work. The vibrator is slowly
 but surely having its desired effect; she begins to feel herself get wet again
 and her mind's side conversations quiet down as they're pushed aside. Focusing
 on the top half of his cock while the bottom is gripped by her hand, she starts
 lubricating as much as she can with her spit. She's here so she might as well
 make the best of it and sell the act to the best of her abilities. Who knows,
 she might even get a bonus.
 
 ---
 
 She could give a blowjob, too. Crude compliment but Mia was performing well. Her
 ginger head dipped down on his shaft with a pleasing amount of suck. The spit
 was lubing well as her lips descended around his cock and the aspiring starlet
 put that pressure on his member as she slurped back upward. The camera was
 absolutely going to pick up on those sweet sounds.
 
 “I hope he got it half as good as you’re doing now”
 
 Maybe for later he’s get her to mimic that naughty face but for now John wasn’t
 going to break Mia’s stride. Professionalism aside it was nice to get a good
 head session and Mia’s delivering it. He’s more than happy to hold the camera
 and enjoy.
 
 ---
 
 The part of Mia that would normally roll her eyes at cheesy but crude comments
 was kept silent, and she felt some pride at the compliment, whether it was
 one-hundred percent genuine or not. She gives his lower shaft a squeeze before
 adding a little more suction and pressure from her tongue, then pops off. She
 responds with (what she hopes is) a sexy half-smile and continues her story.
 
 "I've never been the girl who hyper-focused on cock or anything, but this man
 had a _great_ one. Big enough to be impressive but just the right size where I
 could fit it all in my mouth. So there I am, dripping onto the concrete, one
 hand slowly rubbing my pussy while I try my best to make him feel as incredible
 as he made me feel."
 
 Mia squeezes her legs together as she goes back down onto John's shaft. Her
 earlier orgasm had kept the tide high and she fell quickly back into that
 pleasurable haze. Keeping the vibrator at the same level - she doesn't want to
 distract herself _too_ much - she returns to the now glistening cock. Her right
 hand trails to his balls and begins to massage them as she twists her head on
 his shaft.
 
 ---
 
 “I’m jealous”
 
 Or not but kiiiiiinda, maybe. Johnny could get his dick wet decently easy,
 that’s part of what led him into this profession, but he had to be a bit careful
 where he put it now. That’s why the girls, and he, get tested. And beyond STDs
 he didn’t need gossip, didn’t need the potential of someone telling an
 unfavorable story about an experience with him.
 
 In the end he was still getting blown. He’d still probably get to nail Mia, as
 he’d done to dozens of women on camera. Sometimes you went through the motions
 and got what was needed to upload and make your coin and sometimes it was a
 little different. Johnny couldn’t shake the ‘different’ vibe here.
 
 That vibe leads him to decide it’s time for something different here. As luck
 would have it the side of her body Mia has the remote at is the same side he has
 his free hand. John puts his hand down, palm up, and slides his fingers toward
 the remote to silently ask for it.
 
 ---
 
 With her mouth full and fighting back the small, growing urge to lose herself
 and put more attention to her pussy, Mia sees John's hand move towards her out
 of the corner of her eye. Her heart jumps until she realizes its destination as
 he motions towards the vibrator's remote in her hand.
 
 She flashes a devilish smile past his cock and into John's eyes. On one hand,
 she's glad to cede control of the vibrator as she didn't trust herself to
 eventually increase the power and succumb to the pleasure. On the other, she
 hopes that he'll be the one to give her that attention she's beginning to crave
 all over again. She has a feeling however that it's going to be a wondrously
 tortorous affair of teasingly maintaining her at a purposefully low level as she
 continues her spit cleaning of his cock.
 
 Mia keeps her head down but eyes still glued up, massaging his shaft with her
 tongue as she raises her arm and passes him the remote. Popping up, she
 continues.
 
 "Oh come now, you can't be too jealous when you're feeling the same mouth he
 felt," Mia said, chuckling. "But anyway, I was determined to get him to cum. I
 was quickening the pace of my fingers on my clit and my mouth on his cock,
 desperate to fill my mouth with his warm cum."
 
 ---
 
 The small remote came into John’s possession and he pulled it back against his
 side. He’s used it often enough and knew it was simple. A 1 to 10 intensity and
 also a rhythmic function. A quick glance showed Mia had herself set on a steady
 five. Good place to start.
 
 “I can see. If you fluff him up without the finish, he’s going to want to bend
 you over. And also, same mouth but the couch is a lot comfier than bricks on
 your butt”
 
 His finger pressed the button to bring Mia to a six. He couldn’t take it and not
 up the level immediately, could he? He hits the button and lets Mia have a
 second to realize there a stronger buzz below her belly and…actually…seven. Let
 her feel that.
 
 Getting to be involved had John more eager now and this wasn’t going to stop at
 just head, would it? Might Mia stop there? It would still have to be
 communicated and maybe he wouldn’t give her the chance to have a calm enough
 mind to really think about it. Johnny hits the other button on the remote and
 suddenly the buzzing stops…and then gradually increases to its level seven
 intensity, holds it, then lowers down to barely anything before increasing
 again. He’s changed the mode and now Mia has to feel it’s strength come and go
 in waves.
 
 ---
 
 Mia's body shivers and lets out a cock-stifled moan as she feels a sudden surge
 of activity between her legs. As she's about to give her now-free left hand a
 home by her pussy, the vibration suddenly stops. She looks up at John, maybe a
 little too hastily and desperately, when it suddenly screams on again. Mia's
 eyes roll back and she tries to let out another moan before the sensations cease
 yet again.
 
 _Oh no_, is all Mia could think. She had a feeling this would be his method but
 she refused to even think it into this world. Now left at a low buzz, Mia
 hungrily attacks John's cock with renewed vigor while her left hand snakes up to
 her needy pussy. Still gripping its base, she begins bobbing her head at a
 quickened pace, drooling over his shaft.
 
 Mia kept in her mind that the better she can suck him off, the more willing John
 would be to dole out more power. She'd break up her throating by slathering his
 cock with her tongue, spit dripping down to his balls, before continuing the
 story.
 
 "His breathing got faster and shallower as the seconds ticked by. The mix of the
 taboo back-alley fuck and working himself up with his tongue in my hole must
 have been the spark, because he very quickly began groaning. He grabbed my head
 just as I felt his cock explode warm sticky cum in my mouth. It felt like it
 wouldn't stop, each twitch of his meat filling me with more of his treat."
 
 ---
 
 The little click below the button was barely audible, but did Emma feel it? What
 the increase from a level seven to and eight was, Johnny didn’t have that first
 hand experience. A decent chunk of the girls tended to overreact with the toys
 too…but not Mia. He noticed that one of her hands wasn’t being seen and the
 angle definitely implied she put it between her thighs but there wasn’t as much
 of a Wham in her reaction as when he initially changed settings.
 
 It would be an interesting thing to find out if Mia suck cock as voraciously
 when she’s not internally vibes…or possibly paid. It looked great for the
 camera, this is what you get with a grown woman who has a bit of sexual
 practice. The tongue moves as well as letting his size gag her just enough to
 work up saliva was A+ blowjob work.
 
 “Grabbed it, huh? And you without your apron to wipe up with. Sounds like you
 didn’t mind”
 
 John hasn’t expected the mystery paramour to blow his load. Perhaps this was the
 end of the encounter? In that case it was possibly time for a transition,
 however they didn’t have the same opportunity to discuss it as they did prior.
 John’s own cock was staying nicely swollen still and could hold out as long as
 Mia busied herself attending to it.
 
 ---
 
 Mia couldn't lie, when she's been worked up enough she most definitely has a
 taste for cum, just as she loves tasting herself. Coupled with the vulnerability
 that men rarely show, giving their all as they pump load after load _if_ they're
 pushed that far. Mia loves being in that position; it's far less degrading than
 one would assume, even if it is dependent on context.
 
 Mia releases herself from her blowjob work to respond. "Oh not at all, it just
 showed how great I was making him feel. He needed that support as he shot out
 his creamy load for me."
 
 With the vibrator continually increasing in strength though, Mia was finding it
 harder to concentrate on her task at hand. She would periodically stop her
 sucking, grasping on John's cock for balance, as she tried to keep her core up.
 Everything in her wanted to lean up against the couch, touching her clit and
 exploding with another orgasm. And if this one came with the addition of a warm
 load, she'd more than welcome it.
 
 ---
 
 John had to admire that his dick looked pretty good right now. A weird thing to
 think, sure, but he knew his spit soaked shaft looked good in the shot. The
 lights on the side even cast a little reflection on I’m the wet surface. Credit
 to the oral artist, Mia, who’s lips bore the same shine as his member did.
 
 “And it helps to not have to lie about accidentally falling face first in a bowl
 of pastry frosting.”
 
 John hit the Mode button again. Honestly he couldn’t remember what setting it
 became but he hopes for her sake it was as good as the previous. Meanwhile a
 motorcycle begins to rev inside Mia’s love tunnel. A lower level buzzing, then
 sharp increases as if someone intentionally hit the gas several times…annoying
 the neighbors. The the increase was held, a sharp high level for a prolonged
 time and when it decreased it never went low, it went to whatever ‘medium’ was
 for a moment before pushing back up to was was allegedly an eight.
 
 “Is a pretty word all that’s needed to get you sucking the appreciation out of
 him? I have a few compliments I can tell you”
 
 ---
 
 Mia used all of her energy in trying to focus, but the constant fluctuations and
 peaks of the vibrator were almost too much to handle. She'd lower down as far as
 she could, impaling her mouth with his shaft, when the strength of the toy would
 jump, leaving Mia a leaking, moaning mess. If anything it got his cock wetter as
 the constant moans would make Mia leak drool all down his shaft.
 
 She couldn't even muster up enough to speak, a combination of her gag and the
 distracting pleasure emanating between her thighs, so Mia looked up and John and
 nodded, increasing her speed along with the vibe. She would look back and be
 proud of this moment: she'd kept her clit-rubbing to a minimum (somehow) while
 slobbering over John's knob.
 
 The toy's valleys were where she pounced with renewed vigor. She inhaled his
 cock, drooling and sucking up every inch she could. John remained exceptionally
 quite, which Mia understood as being par for the course, but made it difficult
 to gauge how well she was doing. So to Mia, that meant she would have to
 continue upping the pressure.
 
 ---
 
 Goddamn Mia could suck a dick. The kind of blowjob where you had to towel your
 balls off after was a good one and this was going to be a towel job. John had
 the sense that after the seeming climax of her story Mia was going for their
 prearranged conclusion and her quick nod seemed to confirm it. His hand lets the
 remote go and he slightly widens his thighs and gets ready.
 
 Part of being a male porn talent is you had to be good at not cumming. Plenty of
 other things too but not cumming was pretty critical. Thankfully John had good
 stamina when it came to that, the right amount of natural luck and somewhat of
 an ability to disconnect his mind from the pleasures engulfing his cock. The
 necessary quiet that the guy had to do helps keep him under control but he still
 flips that mental switch and let’s himself go
 
 It’s quick, he says “ok”
 
 Mia doesn’t look up, seemingly fit to finish him in a mirror to her story. He
 doesn’t mind at all, it’ll feel better that way. He’ll cum harder and…absolutely
 does. John gives an initial groan before sucking in air in a short sharp hiss
 caused by the strong sensation of her suck as he begins to nut.
 
 “Oh fuck…keep going, fuck”
 
 They’d have to deal with hearing him. Mia kept a firm slow suck as he blew his
 ropes into her mouth and damn if that isn’t everything a guy wants in life. The
 stroke of her tongue in his underside coaxes another pump or two, allowing him
 another taste of that wonderful human condition called an orgasm.
 
 ---
 
 With the vibrations left at a valley, Mia lasers her focus onto John's cock; the
 needy pulsating of her pussy wasn't enough to distract her goal. She finished
 the story with her mouth full of cum, and she was going to do the same here.
 
 She goes down as far as she can while her tongue massages the underside of his
 shaft, using the tight suction of her mouth as if she were trying to suck the
 prize through a straw. Slobbering everywhere, it wasn't long before she heard
 it. _He didn't say a thing up until now, but I guess he couldn't help it_, Mia
 thought to herself to boost her confidence.
 
 The cum hit the back of her throat hard, slowly filling her mouth with each pump
 of his meat. She tried her best and was luckily successful in keeping everything
 from dripping through her lips. She looks up at John looking down at her, trying
 to catch his breath. And after making sure he was focused on her, she opens her
 mouth to show off what she claimed as her own, sticking her tongue out to flaunt
 her trophy. She giggles and swallows, the only noise in the room other than
 John's ragged breath and the low buzz of the vibrator hidden away in her tunnel.
 
 ---
 
 John kept the camera steady in his hand for the long shot of Mia’s cum show. He
 wasn’t yet tired of the silent gratitude he let rattle around his brain for a
 girl that was doing everything right. She parted her lips and with the perfect
 tilt of her head revealed his held load, the semen and seed offered at her
 tongue. What felt like a heavy load was matched by what filled her mouth, the
 image recorded by the camera before she shut it and opened after to showed she
 brought it to her belly.
 
 “And…ok”
 
 With that the red light went off. She was done, as done as she wanted to be.
 There was more that could be filmed and he’d mention that in a moment. For now
 he placed the camera down on the couch beside him and took the vibrators remote,
 ceasing it’s function and the emittance of pleasure into Mia.
 
 “Jesus. You’re really good at that, for what it’s worth. I’m going to take a nap
 after you leave.”
 
 Drained was the most appropriate word but John wasn’t that on the nose about it.
 For what it’s worth, indeed, in whatever level of compliment she wanted to take
 it. John scoots himself back in the seat a bit to allow her room to stand…and
 she also gets his hand to take for a bit of something to brace on to her feet
 before John can then stand.
 
 “So if you’re still game for it, I’d like to wrap up chatting while you wash.
 Sink, shower?”
 
 From the personal compliment to the business and the options. Chatting? More
 money. Sink? A little bit. Shower? A little bit more.
 
 ---
 
 Mia's mind was still a blur. She knew what she signed up for, but it's different
 once you get to the action, and performing an act on another is leagues
 different than simple self-pleasuring. What's more is that she thinks she
 actually enjoyed it, which is not something she thought she'd feel on the drive
 over.
 
 With the taste of his cum still heavy in her mouth, Mia responds positively to
 the invitation. "Sure, that sounds good. I think the day's events deserve a
 cleaning."
 
 Mia begrudgingly reaches between her smooth thighs to retrieve the vibrator,
 still attempting to agonizingly tease her on low. She makes sure to cut the
 power, and why not, she'll take it to the bathroom to wash too. It's covered in
 her so she might as well be the one to rinse it.
 
 _I really need to get one of these..._
 
 Picking herself off the floor, she looks back and pops her tight little butt out
 and flashes a smile at John before leading the way towards the bathroom. Clearly
 the effects of the vibrator are still lingering. Mia may have had an incredible
 orgasm earlier, but the blowjob plus the vibe have driven her back up.
 
 ---
 
 John takes a moment to step into his discarded pants and pull them up, the fit
 snug enough that he doesn’t need the belt to hold them on his waist. There was a
 good chance his reflection might show in the mirror as he filmed so he did the
 viewers the service of not having to see his cock.
 
 “Keep it, nobody’s going to use it better than you”
 
 He could take the hit and order another one, it seemed worth it to offer the toy
 up as a nice gesture. Anything he could do to make sure Mia was properly
 buttered up to be open to a return, he’d do.
 
 “The in-suite’s the best one”
 
 Mia would know the way from a brief initial ‘tour’. Johnny took the camera in
 hand and walked behind the nude girl, taking in the view of her ass without
 needing to pass the trough the viewfinder. After turning the corner they walk
 through the bedroom of the rental. Past the bed that lovers might inhabit on a
 getaway. The bathroom door is on the other side and a nicely well equipped full
 bath within.
 
 “So I’ll have faded down from the cumshot, I’ll be fading up to you if you want
 to be in the mirror?”
 
 And Mia takes the position, leaning in at her reflection and keeping in place
 for him to establish the shot. He hits record and takes in some long seconds of
 footage before he speaks.
 
 “Great…so Mia, how was that? I’ve never had such a storyteller before, I hope
 alley guy gets to hear it.”
 
 ---
 
 Turning the faucet on low and allowing the cool water to run over her hands is
 such a change from the warm spit and heat given off by cock. The sound of the
 running water is a nice grounding to keep her still horny mind from wandering.
 Mia knows though that it's still the one doing the talking for her.
 
 "It was actually really great, I didn't expect to have so much fun before coming
 her. You know, I should've asked him what his porn preferences were so I
 would've known what video to film to guarantee he sees it!"
 
 Mia wished she could go back and make that story a reality. She's masturbated to
 plenty of variations of this story she's come up with in her head, but today
 almost made it seem like it actually happened. Mia quickly leans forward to
 splash some water on her face, wiping off the mess from earlier, as well as the
 added effect of cooling down her still hot-to-the-touch face.
 
 "Maybe he'll watch and end up getting jealous," Mia said, laughing it off in an
 attempt to hide how much she actually wanted that to happen. She doesn't see
 herself getting lucky and coming across that guy again; she's only had the
 luxury of seeing him once.
 
 ---
 
 John finds the corner of the doorway to stand in, an angled shot to hide his
 reflection in the mirror. Mia was smart enough to play to the lens, finding it
 in the reflection in front of her and speaking at him without turning. He filmed
 her nude body, catching her ass and tilting slightly to catch one of her tits
 between her arms.
 
 “Make a wish and flip a coin and maybe it’ll happen. But if you hear from him,
 thank him for me, that was probably one of the hottest scenes I’ve done.
 Nobody’s ever told a story the way you did”
 
 He’s honest about the compliment, although he doesn’t expect Mia to really grasp
 the sincerity of it as she washing up with a camera pointed at her. Off camera
 he may be able to get his point across. But John didn’t know was what a mention
 of a story would mean to Mia. How a girl wearing fake fur in her bedroom
 performing for a lamp found herself with a face full of cock and a cameras red
 light. How the unknown crown behind it was more exciting than the sparse numbers
 that filled her failed one woman show.
 
 John moves to the other side of the doorway, taking away the best angle at the
 mirror and reading himself to follow her to the shower.
 
 ---
 
 Finishing up at the sink, Mia continues to eagerly respond while drying off her
 hands. She's used to hearing the full range of responses to what she does, from
 a full buttering-up to outright being told she's shit. But it feels different
 this time, although it could easily be due to the vastly different circumstances
 she's found herself in. Either way, it's definitely something she's wanted to
 hear after the months of bad luck and dour feelings she's had in her career
 growth.
 
 "Why thank you, I like to think I'm pretty good at painting a picture and
 getting both audiences and co-stars to feel what I want them to." She turns and
 smiles at the camera as she says this before glancing up at John and winking.
 
 Still astounded at herself for being so forthright, her lust-addled mind surges
 forward as she walks towards the shower. She's hoping John gets a good shot of
 her ass as she steps into the spacious shower before turning it on. Mia's quite
 thankful for the warm water, hoping it could hide how wet she continued to get
 between her legs.
 
 "Do you tell every girl how great they are or am I just an exception to the
 rule?" Mia asks, only in partial jest.
 
 ---
 
 John got the ass shot. He had his camera focused on Mia anyways but he certainly
 caught the way she stopped and put her backside toward him, causing a slight
 jiggle in it when she shook water from her hands. She was helping him paint a
 picture here, working to his camera as she gave herself a simple cursory
 cleanup.
 
 Then came shower time, as he offered and she was agreeing too. A nice little
 cherry on top of the payment, guys loved seeing the girls get wet. This rental
 had a nice dark tile step in shower with a good glass door. A classy kind of
 thing, the kind you know the owners never wanted anyone to rinse off in to
 finish a porno.
 
 “I always try to say something nice, and if all else fails I just tell them how
 how they are…or how great their ass is…yours is pretty good, I’d say”
 
 John smirks, his lip curling beside the camera. Right after saying a simple
 compliment on the body is his lowest effort, he gives it to her. However it’s
 there in the back of his earnest one.
 
 “And what were you trying to get me to feel?”
 
 He rolls back to the moment before she stepped in the shower. John was almost
 going to let it go but the curiosity got him. Maybe there wasn’t an answer here,
 that she simply needed to perform for the camera, but Mia had surprised at every
 other turn. Maybe she had an answer here.
 
 ---
 
 "Well given the snack I had ten minutes ago, I'm pretty sure I got you to feel
 what I wanted," Mia retorts through the fogging glass panes of the shower.
 
 Everything she was saying was not helping the situation, and she knew that. Yet
 she really wanted to keep escalating it. She was more than just curious to see
 how it'd play out, she was actively yearning for it.
 
 Mia grabs the soap bar left for her use and begins lathering up, feigning
 admiring herself for the camera. The main event might be over but that doesn't
 mean she wasn't going to sell it. She can't hold back a gasp as she glides over
 her nipples, already stiff from the light sensations.
 
 Moving her hands to lather between her thighs causes Mia to utter out a low,
 needy moan, and she feels her clit throb underneath her hand. Without her
 conscious mind planning out her next words, she says, "you know, you're welcome
 to come in if you can't see through the glass. I don't think the audience would
 want to miss out on anything..."
 
 ---
 
 Ever the actress, John even now didn’t know when Mia was playing to the camera
 or when she was serious. Knowing the story wasn’t the 100% truth from start to
 finish was a revealing aspect to her, she sold it so well that from moment to
 moment he didn’t know when she was artificially emphasizing her actions. He
 knew, at least, she came hard on her toy earlier even if she pushed that a bit.
 And he could even see the effect that vibrator had when wedged inside her when
 she was blowing him.
 
 But now…? He didn’t know how much of this heat was just the steam or how much
 was left over from, as she said, ten minutes ago. However, regardless of that
 answer, he had a truth to commit to.
 
 “This isn’t rated for water use, unfortunately”
 
 There’d sure to be some good content to be had from Mia, no doubt, but as much
 as he made from his endeavor he couldn’t take needing to replace his primary
 camera.
 
 ---
 
 Mia was just now realizing what the words coming out of her mouth were, but she
 still had no control over what she was saying as if she were on auto-pilot. This
 must be what it feels like when men say their dick is the one doing the talking.
 
 She chuckles as she rinses off the soap, tilting her head back as the warm water
 explores every inch and crevice of her tight, smooth body. The shower panes are
 fogged enough to where it's becoming increasingly difficult to see the camera
 through the glass, but her eyes find her target. "I hope then that the footage
 is good enough..."
 
 Moving with purpose, Mia leans back against the wall underneath the shower head.
 She takes her hands and glides them down her body, crossing over her
 increasingly erect nipples and over her tummy, before they reach their
 destination between her legs.
 
 Mia was so turned on she felt she could be producing steam from the water
 hitting her pussy. She moans out as her hand cups her lips, putting much needed
 pressure against her most sensitive spot. While slowly grinding on her hand, she
 looks back over through the shower glass. She can't make out features but she
 finds John's eyes and stares straight back, biting her lip.
 
 "You know, you could leave the camera outside if you're so worried about it
 getting wet..."
 
 ---
 
 John’s been propositioned before. Sometimes the girl wants to take a bonus
 payment for some off camera action, giving him something that she didn’t do
 during filming. Other times the girls just wanted to sleep with him again. Not
 to brag but there’s a reason he does what he does with such a good reputation.
 This one was unique in its implementation. The glass door of the shower closed
 on its own and Mia ran with that idea and let the increasing steam create
 mystery. Or was it all a happy accident?
 
 “I think I might have to”
 
 He walks over to the wide sink counter and places the camera down…facing the
 shower. He figures Mia is looking through the shower so he doesn’t make too much
 of a show to check the shot. He leaves it zoomed out, the directional mic
 pointed at the shower. The resulting footage but be awful, but it could be a
 decent little nugget of gold. He actually wasn’t even concerned about it, Mia
 wasn’t.
 
 John undoes his pants, letting them drop on the ground. His cock has a fairly
 nice amount of swell in it, particularly after giving her the snack she just
 referred to. He walks to the shower and opens it up, going from the mystery of
 her nude shape behind the foggy glass to her soaked down nude body.
 
 “Much better view in here”
 
 ---
 
 Mia stares as John accepts her advances and enters the steamy shower. _So this
 is where it ends up, a cliché steamy shower fuck_, she thinks to herself. It
 could be worse, but this sneaky sexual rendevouz is really getting Mia's blood
 pumping. And she desperately needs to cum again.
 
 Leaning against the wall, Mia continues to rub her engorged lips and clit at an
 easy pace, letting out low moans and sighs. She makes sure to keep her eyes open
 and fully focused on John as he moves over to her as if in slow motion. Her
 heart rate is skyrocketing with the hot water giving extra fuel to her already
 peaking arousal.
 
 She puts extra pressure on her sex button as her eyes dart over to his hard
 cock, letting out a moan. Gone is the awkwardness from the start of the day, the
 hesitation of whether or not this was a good idea. With her hand teasing her
 soaking pussy, she says in a low voice, "please fuck me."
 
 ---
 
 This is where John’s natural talents and temporary clinical enhancement came in
 very handy. It hasn’t been long since he blew his load between her lips but he
 finds himself already hard enough to sex. And for John, his ‘hard enough’ was
 much better than other men’s. Before he steps to Mia he gives himself a good tug
 and a squeeze to test his arousal. Firm, but he’s not rock hard stiff. But even
 his semi-swolleness hung handsomely off his body.
 
 “Turn around, I’ll take care of it”
 
 Take care of it. As if it was a chore, like taking out the trash. In Mia words
 were more than the wanting of the act, she wanted pleasure from it and just as
 any average man could confidently bring something out to the disposal John was
 more than boast when it came to what he knew his dick did to a woman. Plus, with
 that first load out of his chamber his stamina would be deep.
 
 Two test results were back with the paperwork, clean bills of health. His and
 Hers. Nothing stood in the way of sliding bareback into Mia other than he
 presenting it.
 
 ---
 
 There haven't been many times where Mia had felt this desperate to be filled.
 Most of her recent encounters have all been one-offs, and previous longer-term
 boyfriends never got her revved up enough to reach these heights. But here,
 something was different. She needed to feel his girth penetrate her; she craved
 his cock.
 
 Mia nodded at her received instruction and slowly turned around, her hand still
 on her pussy, fingers working her swollen clit. She pushed a finger inside
 herself, telling herself it was a test to determine her wetness but she knew she
 was soaking. She just wanted an excuse to finger herself before the main event.
 Just a finger in her had her let out a moan, and the temptation to stop was too
 great.
 
 Mia faces the wall, her left arm supporting herself against it while she slowly
 finger fucks herself despite the danger of her legs giving out on her. With all
 her previous barriers broken down, Mia is ready. She sticks her ass out toward
 him, impatiently waiting to feel hands on her body or his cock pushing her
 fingers aside.
 
 ---
 
 “Alright, that’s perfect”
 
 It wasn’t some overly profuse compliment, it was simply John letting her know
 she was just as he needed her to be. Not too bad for an amateur, the girl knows
 her body and put the right kind of bend to her back so her shower slicked cheeks
 stuck out back at him. A nice little ass to her too, this was going to look
 good.
 
 He took his swelling dick in his hand and gave it a few form squeezes as he
 walked right behind Mia. I John wasn’t moving to where he had to be to enter
 her, he was a few inches ahead to where he’d want to be once he was inside. Just
 barely brushing the back of her body his hand slips to the tip of his dick. The
 motion bumps his knuckle against her ass, the first this is about to happen
 alarm to go off.
 
 “My turn”
 
 From there it’s pretty much muscle memory for a John. He shifts his hips back
 just a touch and his hand moves between Mia’s thighs. As his fingers slip from
 his member it scouts the lay of her private land and in a moment he can feel
 where he wants to be and his erection slips between Mia’s outer labia.
 
 All that’s left is a simple push, but a push that can be misjudged. The angle
 may be wrong, the male might not be stiff enough. It’s not as if in his younger
 days Johnny had been a bit ambitious and experimental in his positions and Mia
 has likely had to wait a long moment for his lover to trod her treasure.
 
 But not here in the shower.
 
 With a turn of his body forward the tip and a few healthy inches sink inside
 Mia. His hands move to her side and he gives a short pull back before pushing
 again, finding and testing the instinctive tightness of her body. Experienced
 thrusts, measures strokes, feeling her open up at the end of his cock and allow
 him deeper and deeper.
 
 ---
 
 The anticipation had finally ceased and Mia could breathe a sigh of relief.
 Well, if she were even able to. Upon feeling herself penetrated, all Mia could
 do was let out a guttural moan, bracing herself against the wall as she felt her
 legs try to betray her.
 
 "O-oh god," is all Mia manages to rasp out. She can't remember when she'd ever
 felt this full, a stiff cock pushing up inside of her, stretching her open to
 accomodate its size. Every push deeper made Mia moan out in pleasure, assisted
 by her inexhaustable hand working her clit.
 
 Mia was so wet she couldn't differentiate what was the noise of the water or
 what was her pussy. She could feel herself creaming on his cock as he explores
 her deepest region and turning her brain into a freight train, single-mindedly
 speeding towards the singular destination of ecstasy.
 
 "Please f-fuck me, oh FUCK..."
 
 ---
 
 Oh, Mia wanted to get fucked, did she? Well to be fair Mia had been in the
 throes of sex for an extended time bow, her buzzer having been working the
 actresses up and down intentionally teasing as she blew him. John wanted her
 frustrated and in heat not to be mean but to see her use that energy to give him
 head. She never came off that and when they moved to the bathroom she very
 openly was masturbating herself. And now….
 
 _clap_
 
 _clap_
 
 _clap_
 
 _clap_ _clap_ _clap_ _CLAP_ _CLAP_ _CLAP_
 
 John jackhammered to the depths of her love tunnel, his thick cock spreading her
 folds. His firm pelvis slapped against her ass, her wet ass, and caused a very
 audible drumbeat to their fuck. One that was easily picked up by the mic on the
 camera, as was her dirty pleas. All that could be seen was foggy flesh shapes
 but this would make a delightful tease for the end of the video.
 
 ---
 
 Nothing but strings of moans and flesh-on-flesh could be heard reverberating in
 the shower. Each thrust made Mia cry out, heat radiating from her pussy even
 hotter than the water pouring off both their bodies. Mia wanted to get fucked,
 and she was getting fucked.
 
 Mia could feel herself clench against his thickness and his balls slapping her
 clit hard between her fingers doing work. She needed this too badly, she needed
 to cum around his cock. Every push in brought her closer to her ecstasy.
 
 Her fingers increased their pace past what John was capable of doing. The
 vibrator throughout the blowjob got her too close with no release, and that
 wasn't going to happen again.
 
 "Please... Fuck... Harder...", Mia managed to moan out between every thrust. She
 was convinced the wetness dripping down her legs was all her own doing, not the
 shower. That's when she felt that familiar feeling, only this time it hit hard.
 
 "I-I'm... cumming!" Her fingers don't stop as she clenches hard down on the hard
 cock deep inside her, pulling out every feeling she possibly can. "F-ffuuuck!"
 Her legs buckle as John continues thrusting, nearly numb as pleasure washes over
 her body for the 2nd time today. Her mouth rolls open as she moans out,
 pulsating on his shaft, her chest heaving.
 
 ---
 
 John tightens his grip on Mia’s body, knowing it could very well be needed to
 keep her standing. His arms tense, muscles tightening as he pulls her backside
 upward in the best way he can to keep his leverage in case her limbs weaken. The
 upside of that is it brings her body even close to his thrusts. He grits his
 teeth, organizes his thoughts to what he needs to do, and Mia’s dam breaks to
 let the pleasure spill out.
 
 That isn’t where his task ends, John needs to keep it up. He wants his strokes
 into her spasming cunt to prolong her pleasure and to strengthen it. If he can
 squeeze out a handful of seconds more into her orgasm, he’s done his job well.
 On camera or not it’s not about what his cock does, it’s about what it does to
 her.
 
 And the last part of it, knowing it’s time to slow down or risk overworking her
 sensitive folds. He follows Mia’s breath and body and slows, pulling himself
 from her moments after and suddenly saddling her with the feeling of the void
 between her legs.
 
 ---
 
 Mia's stabilizes her legs after her second orgasm of the day, which isn't a lot
 when strictly counting up, but had surpassed anything she would've thought
 coming into the day. With the shower water masking how much she was drenched, it
 could look like she just got back from a tough workout. Of course that's
 ignoring the cock slowly being pulled from her love hole.
 
 Mia lets out a little whimper as she feels that distinct emptiness once she's no
 longer plugged full of cock. She still wants more. Mia turns her head back to
 look at her partner-in-fucking. He's a professional, she's sure he's got in him
 for this final request.
 
 While still riding the slow comedown and desperately horny, Mia asks, "Um...
 could you stick that fat cock back into my cunt and fill me up with your cum?"
 She wanted to make sure to make an impact on him with her request. She then
 turns around to face him, grabbing his cock and leaning into his ear,
 whispering, "you don't have to worry about getting me pregnant either, so if
 you're interested..."
 
 ---
 
 “I’m inter-fucking-rested”
 
 John isn’t quite sure if he’s ever said anything like that on a video before but
 he’s not really sure this is getting to video. Getting to cum in her, that’s
 happening. She seems like a responsible girl, he’s not going to question it, and
 she’s currently yanking his crank pretty well. Good girl. Very good girl.
 
 There’s a moment when he wonders if she’s running a bit of a game on him, if
 she’s going to ask for the cash after like a hotel bar escort and make him pay
 or else she’ll open up a can of worms. He hopes not, with her potential, and
 especially since he’s thinking of giving her a considerate bonus for this
 footage since he’s technically running the camera. He’s probably not even going
 to use anything else except for a few seconds to cock tease.
 
 There was a bench seat inlay in the shower area and it would work perfectly to
 give John a reprieve. He steps over to it, removing himself from the heat of the
 spray, and sits his bare ass down. Is it the most comfortable? Not at all, but
 this fuck wasn’t about comfort. It was about necessity and now that Mia got what
 she needed it was time for her to mount the flagpole in his lap and give him
 what he had in return.
 
 ---
 
 Mia's heart begins to pound once she hears John accept her request. She's a
 little surprised that he would; shooting your seed into a stranger is really
 something that only makes sense as a viable course of fucking at 2am after a
 night out on the town. Nonetheless, she's glad he either trusts her enough or is
 horny enough to where the temptation is too great after the show she's been
 putting on all day. You reach a point where no matter how hard you cum, it just
 doesn't feel complete until your cunt's filled with warm cum, a wonderful mix of
 ownership over the man's orgasm and submitting to being filled.
 
 Mia impatiently watches as John makes his way over to the shower's bench, his
 erection stiff and pointing straight up to the ceiling despite the previous
 workout. Without really trying to be sexy about it, she hurries over to his
 awaiting pole. She leans against John's chest with her hands and swings her left
 leg, positioning herself over his shaft.
 
 Her eyes, heavy with desire, look directly at his, before she slowly drops
 herself onto him.
 
 "Oh fuck!" Mia cries out as she impales herself for the second time today. She
 may have just cum, but she's going to build to another as she milks his seed she
 so desperately craves.
 
 ---
 
 “Was that a little too quick?”
 
 John liked the hug of Mia’s cunt return to his shaft but he played it cool,
 forgoing giving her a groan of approval. He wasn’t ‘working’ but there was some
 work to this. There’s a myriad of mysteries when a girl agrees to film and one
 of the most important is if she can fuck or not. She had given him all the signs
 of being a sexual creature and he had already come to the conclusion there were
 things to do with her but part of that conclusion yet to be made was if he was
 going to have to hide away deficiencies when it was time to actually get dick.
 
 Not that he was judging, it wasn’t to that level. All Mia had to do was bounce
 her body with some level of adequate rhythm while dealing with the special
 stipulation of the less comfortable hard tiled surface. To fuck under discomfort
 was actually a rather useful porn attribute but, again, he’s not really testing
 Mia.
 
 Well…partially.
 
 “Let’s see you”
 
 John leans back, letting his shoulders hit the wall behind him…less comfortable
 for him, too. But her wanted to do it to open up his lap and the area above him
 for Mia. To give her more room to move, to put some space between them so they
 wouldn’t overheat.
 
 ---
 
 "I'm just lucky girls don't have to wait around to cum again," Mia replied
 cheekily as she got used to his size from a new angle.
 
 It's not like she needed a green light, but she took his response as a sign that
 it's now her turn to use him. Once John leans back, she takes her right arm and
 moves it as support against the wall, and slowly begins her movement. Mia starts
 off slowly, groaning at each peak as she slides up and down his shaft,
 lubricating it with her juices.
 
 With her eyes closed, she relishes the sensation of riding his thick cock,
 stretching her tight little pussy open. Mia always felt this position got cock
 deeper in her than any other, and when she's this horny it's something she
 needs. The earlier pounding was the crash course in accomodating his width,
 round two is significantly easier.
 
 Once his cock is sufficiently lubed, Mia ups the speed. Instead of bouncing, she
 begins grinding on his cock, squeezing her muscles to massage his member. She
 drops her head down, watching herself undulate on him, moaning out with each
 flick of her hips.
 
 ---
 
 “That is some good work”
 
 Still work? Or play? John have a nice compliment either way. Mia was spread over
 him rather will, her extended up providing a bit of support that kept her perky
 tits moving in his face as her undulations went from hip to shoulder.
 
 For a few long moments John just lets Mia grind on him, as if he is some emperor
 status and shouldn’t have to work to orgasm. Then he remembers her body has been
 through a few good ones and the heat of the shower can steal some strength, and
 you gotta take care of the girls. So, yeah, he’ll help out.
 
 “Fuck me, c’mon let me feel it”
 
 John says it low, not making a show of it. It’s a challenge, a bit of a dare.
 She’s sheathed down on his porn dick, he’s already blow a load. Make him fun.
 But then the help comes. Both of his hands reach around to grab her slick ass,
 fingers digging into the flesh to pull her toward him. She was moving but John’s
 touch is an urging that she needs to move. If she’s going to hump and grind, she
 has to push.
 
 ---
 
 Mia could barely focus on words as she fucked and rode away on his dick, but
 when she felt John's grip her hot skin and pull her closer, she took that as the
 cue to mix it up. Women loved grinding, but men wanted to feel that slick
 sensation of pussy up and down their shaft. She didn't mind this time, for what
 she was after required it.
 
 With John's insistence, Mia leans forward slightly for a better angle and slowly
 glides her herself on him, letting him get the feel of her warm tunnel as it
 surrounds his needy cock. She keeps this lower pace for about thirty seconds
 before increasing the tempo, nearly bouncing her ass as the sounds of wet flesh
 slapping against wet flesh get louder, echoing around the enclosed space.
 
 "Is this what you want, want my warm, wet pussy encasing your cock? I know it's
 what I want, I want to feel you spasm deep inside me as I fuck you," Mia growls
 out to John. "I can't wait for your hot seed to fill me up..."
 
 ---
 
 John welcomed Mia’s closing of the space between them. Sometimes porn included
 this type of intense passion/lust, you just didn’t get it from amateurs like the
 ones he usually filmed with. And Mia obviously didn’t really like him like that
 to really care how hard he painted her pussy walls but he appreciated it all the
 same.
 
 “You’re about to get it, then, c’mon…”
 
 He tossed off those internal limiters. All those invisible switches and ways
 John kept himself in control and avoiding an unscheduled stop of a scene were
 undone. Now he got to enjoy sex the way it really ought to be, really really.
 There was nothing like getting to blow it inside and if Mia said she was good
 John had no reason to doubt it.
 
 His hands closed down around her bouncing ass, pulling her down to the hilt of
 his cock as the last moment. A groan exited his lips as his seed exited his
 cock. Buried to Mia’s cervix, the first and most powerful spasm of his cock
 rippled through his length and made his powerful never twitch in her love canal.
 Another groan, another blast of his jinx, this time accompanied by a push of his
 hips. After the third is when Mia smartly clenched her pelvic muscles and gave
 her hips a twist, it was enough to help extend his orgasm at the right time
 before he was about to lose his fuel. She gets to watch his face control in
 pleasure as he empties upwards inside her, his fingers tight around the flesh of
 her ass.
 
 And that extended moment later, John was done. His balls emptied, the hands slid
 away from her body, satisfaction on his face.
 
 ---
 
 Mia moans into John's ear, grinding her hips into his, pushing herself as deep
 as she can as John pumps into her. It's such an intimate and incredible feeling
 when a man cums inside of you, losing all sense as he unloads and fills you up.
 Mia could never lie to herself that it's the main reason as to why she got on
 birth control; if she feels comfortable that the man's clean, she will always
 try to size up the situation if he'd be comfortable with going raw just to have
 the experience of of a warm creampie.
 
 She grabbed the back of his head as he groaned, holding it against her warm
 chest as he holds her tied, emptying in her hungry pussy. With his last spurt,
 he leans back. Mia takes this time to smile at him, squeezing his cock with her
 slick walls in an effort to milk every drop he has into her.
 
 "I love feeling you fill me up with your hot cum," she purrs to him.
 
 ---
 
 “Pleasure’s all mine”
 
 John was happily drained and to have it done as bonus content was icing on the
 cake. He knew once sex was done he might have his opening for a chat with her
 about her future in the business but this immediately post coitus he knew he
 couldn’t commit the brainpower.
 
 “I can let you wash up again, order a sandwich for when you’re done…and let’s
 get your properly paid?
 
 ---
 
 Mia uses what strength she has left to (unfortunately) lift herself up from her
 warm cock seat, feeling John's warm semen slowly ooze from her well-loved hole.
 A little shakey-legged, but she can manage.
 
 "Yeah, that all sounds good," Mia groggily replies. Despite this ordeal being
 filmed for adult content, it ended up feeling fairly low pressure, although she
 would later link it to her dry spell and her libido taking over. As Mia walks
 over to the still-running shower and John heads out to dry himself, she wonders
 in earnest - as best as she could given her state of mind - how this could
 impact her future. Yes she'll be well-paid and won't have to worry about
 eviction, but despite her initial reservations this experience has been
 eye-opening.
 
 She feels more confident than ever, something she'd never felt before, even when
 she'd nailed impactful stage or low-budget film roles. Things might change once
 the dust has settled and she's back home, but she has a feeling this isn't a
 road bump in her future plans; more like an important fork that's going to
 influence the way her acting career turns out.
 
 Until then, Mia's enjoying her last moments. She hopes her new vibrator still
 has enough charge, because she's expecting it to put in some more work later
 tonight.