"Ahem." Adjusting my spectacles, I pull down my skirt and rub my thighs together to feel the slick gliding down smoothly. My cheeks were all red and mouth glistening. He gave me the best of my night so far, I'm looking forward to more. He stuff his phone in his pocket and gives me one of the rarest boyish smiles I've seen and rushes off.

"See you later!" Blushing even harder when he kisses my cheek, I scoff and smile while he runs away. That makes me think.

He said he was nineteen. Does that make me a pedo? I don't think so, according to the laws of America at least. As I walk out of the bathroom cabin, my mind still foggy from the orgasm he gave me, I sit beside my best boy and bop my head along with him to Poker Face by Lady Gaga. One of the best party beats ever produced.

"So," my best friend turns towards me, a vodka shot in hand that he passes over to me, "Who's that sexiness?" He asks shamelessly. I wouldn't mind asking them to fuck each other's mind outs in my next shooting schedule. They'd be so, so famous after that. But somehow, my consciousness didn't allow me to let him Shar with anyone.

What was I thinking?

By the way he snaps his hips into mine tells me how trained and perfected he was in sex. That makes me kind of jealous, but I've had my fair share of things in life too. I must say I'm well experienced, too.

"Girl, you smell like cheese! You gotta stop that habit of yours even if you're infertile!" I lose my smile in an instant. "Not funny, asshole." I pat Charlie on his shoulder, smirking at him.

"Your mood's changing." He indicates, but I've already climbed on his thighs and straddled him.

"There's no escaping me now." I lick his ear, the only part of his body which doesn't have any traces of makeup.

"You're better on the stage than on me, lady. Go get it!" He says and pushes me away. Only then do I see a lot of men staring at me, expecting me to please them at least visually. I scoff. Dogs are dogs, men are men who sometimes can become dogs.

Hence, "Let me throw you some bones."

Stretching my tee till it tears it down to my waist, I appreciate my color choice today as I had a hot pink laced bra inside my lilac tee. My red lipstick really brought out the best of me. It boosted me with confidence that I needed for today.

"Argh!" As I walked to the stage, someone enacts to be the dog as I throw them the piece of my tee that ripped out. I begin dancing like no tomorrow. I was enjoying myself.

The beat changes to something even more erotic and fast paced and that's what i want. Setting the stage on fire was my hobby ever since I came to this field, but today was exceptionally good. Maybe because I was happy? Maybe I was willing to show off that I was happier than I ever was before?

Happier... than when my dad abandoned me when I was twelve...?

But it doesn't matter now. All I gave to the public comes back in the form of money. Chuckling, I get back to my sweet best friend who reaches out for my bosoms, all stacked with the notes in my bra.

"Now that's called give and take." He says, I wink at him and give him the money from my left bra cup.

"Here. That's for cheering on me."

"Don't make me look like a beggar here, gurl! I've got a lot more stunts to pull than you."

"But be careful not to get caught, you know. This is still a straight club."

"That's why," he removes his unusually yellow pigmented glasses and stares into my eyes, "I'd fuck you right here, right now to fit into this club's rules, Ravine."

"Hey, Aaron! Did you know this!?" My friend Jasmine was just released from her schedule today. She is a pornstar too, second to someone I admire. She and I never worked together but since we were from the same university and she was my senior who inspired me into this field, I respect her vastly. Jasmine holds a pamphlet in her hand and swings it on my face. Removing the bands of the camera strings from my hand, I hold onto the pamphlet to read it briefly.

"Contest for best porn short film? You wanna participate?" I ask innocently. If she wanted, I'd definitely lend a hand and direct her film. The limit as I read is ten minutes max, since it's a short film.

"No, you fool! It's for the directors entry! You can participate!" She yells in my ear with her shrill voice. Biting my lower lip, I smile and nod my head. Honestly, I behave like a small child in front of her. Maybe her superiority makes me want to surrender to her that way.

"Sure. Let me think of a script soon."

"Cool. Bye!" She kisses my cheek sweetly and leaves. Wow, I'm blushing again. "B-bye..." waving my hand, I see her leave. The actors for my next schedule arrive as I share the news with them. I'm pretty extroverted. Their opinions encouraged me to do this, because the cash price was attractive even for me.

"Fifty grand will require a lot of efforts, man. Seeing you, you'll win the rounds pretty much with ease. I say go for it." The male actor says, the female actor clinging onto his arm. They were, once upon a time, a couple. The man broke up with her because he loved her too much and refused to see her with any other man on camera. So they broke up. This is a very common thing around here, but that intrigues me is their vivid chemistry.

I chose them for their chemistry and nothing else. It was a miracle that I could get them on the set as a pair again. Well, miracles happen with me with a cost.

My producer friend had to bargain them, but I needed them no matter what. It's a business at the end of the day, hence, here we are. Reuniting the lost couple.

The shooting ends on a quite good note.

I was sitting on a chair, exhausted because I was standing with the heavy camera on my shoulder for a pretty long time. The female actress sneakily walks into my green room, a special room for the director alone. Alerted, I sit straight and look at her.

"I'd need some rest after the shoot, sweetie." I say to her, even though she was older than me.

"I came to make you rest, stupid." She says. I watch her close the door behind her. The cheeky smile suggesting me something. My chest feels fuzzy when she gets on her fours on the floor and starts crawling towards me.

Ahem. Her ex is right outside.

"I don't want anyone to know about this." She says, pressing her mid-range chest on my knees while she invades the space between my legs. Her dainty hands were pretty... but not as attractive as someone I know. She was full and final, like a doll. But somehow, artificial for my taste.

Yet, I'd accept the offer. Grab anything that's free. It's the rule of life for any man.

"What do you plan to do?" I ask her, placing the camera away and softly caressing her smooth cheek.

"Just a head." She says. "Fine with me." Giving her more access to myself, I spread my legs and relax back. To be honest, my shoulders hurt at this instant and I need a massage more than a head.

Watching as she skillfully gets rid of my garments, she dives right in at my semi-hard rod. Her lips were soft and warm. Her lipstick leaving trails on my skin at first. My breath was becoming tardy by the time she was bobbing her head on me.

She was skillful, as I said. She had a handful of movements to offer and I was enjoying all of her. I want to hold her head, but I'm afraid I'll explore a lot more than needed.

Seeing my hesitancy, she grabs my hand and places it on herself. Attagirl.

She shouldn't have done that.

Out of the blue, a spurt of energy surges through me as I begin thrusting my hips into her mouth. She was enjoying this, I could say.

Throwing my head back, I devour her sweet sounds that come from bobbing on my eight inches. I believe she can't take all of me, so I slow down to show consideration. I was tired myself, on top of that.

She gains her reign back on me, doing whatever she likes as I quietly accept. For some reason, it wasnt as exciting as when she was on. She never gave me an oral. Not once in the two times we had each other's tastes.

Fifteen minutes and I announce her that I was close. Caressing her hair, I look for signs where she wanted to see me nut on her face or chest. But she goes on. "I'm close. Fuck." Groaning, I release my load. Even after my announcements, she takes my load in her mouth... and swallows it.

"You didn't need to do that..." I say breathily. She was still bobbing and licking, to milk any leftover juices out of me. My body was flinching every time she licked my tip. The sensations made me feel ecstatic.

"I had to." She says, leaving me be and letting me put my garments back. She licks the side of her mouth and hums, something says me that I taste better than her ex. Well, that's a compliment to any man.

"I wanted to shoot with him one last time before my feelings faded. You can see me in love, but... I have to let him go for the best. And thanks to you, my last wish was fulfilled. Thank you, Aaron." She says. I gaze at her. I didn't know she wanted something like this.

Getting to my feet, I hold her face and kiss her sweetly.

"You're welcome, Daisy."

AARON'S POV

I can't stop myself. I can't stop thinking about her every single minute of my life. It was as though I've been drugged by her radiance and being that I'm weirdly addicted to her and only her. Should I try winding up this schedule early and see if she goes to the same club again? It's a Saturday today. I don't have any college homework to do either.

"Alright, guys! I'm cutting the time to ten minutes of no-gap shooting! So keep it natural, alright? Three positions max." I yell, the producer looking at me with a raise in his eyebrow. I give him a guilty smile, because he's funded them for thirty minutes of time while I reduced it ten minutes. He must be severely pissed at me because of that. Well, i can't help it. I don't want to be late and miss my chances.

"Big old man! Faster and nut in her!" I widen my eyes when the director yells at the male actor through the earpiece. That was unexpected. After the shoot ended, I was approached by the middle aged man and he pats my shoulder before resting his arm around.

"So, you in a hurry for something?" He gets right into the point. I nod, showing no resistance. He raises an eyebrow and squints his eyes, giving me that suspicious look.

"Is it a girl?"

"Right again." Finally packing my precious camera and wiping the sweat off my forehead, I slither away from his hold and smile at him.

"You're cutting my pay, right?"

"Of course." Wow. Well. I don't mind it.

"How much?"

"80$ loss per minute. Nineteen minutes out of the schedule so it's around 1500$ cut from your pay. I'll send the 800$ now, check out for it." I make a guilty face but nod my head nonetheless.

While I was driving to the club on my Yamaha Bike, I noticed the lack of people this early in the evening. Might as well wait inside and have a couple of drinks. Sipping on draft beer, I check the time and it was around 7:30. I have to be home by eleven and sleep for my schedule tomorrow.

If was 9:20, and I was beginning to lose my patience. Club Red ain't giving me hope anymore.

Just when I thought of leaving and following my curfew, a silhouette from the entrance of the bar makes a grand entrance with her best friend. It's him. The gay guy who is hot enough to swoon any straight male over here.

"Ahem." Clearing my throat, I pay the old oaf bartender and skip towards them. The lack of audience yet responsive crowd makes them bow their heads as they sway their hips to the loud music, almost like a couple's dance. She was grinding on him, making me grind my teeth together too.

No. Why am I feel jealous? What an idiot am I?

"Hey! Jocastia!" I vaguely remember such a difficult name. She must be Cuban.

Her head whips around to figure out who called her out. Chuckling, I approach her and pull her away from her friend towards one of the semi closed cabins. Thank god this was luckily empty.

"Hey!" She jumps on me to hug. That was quite unexpected, given her nature to be stuck up or snobbish? I'm not judging her. I'm only describing what I say on our first unplanned rendezvous.

"Hi to you too. I uh... I don't want to bother you by saying this but I've been thinking a lot about you lately. All that ever strikes to me is you. It's not a love confession." I briefly look up from my feet to see her reaction. Her smile was fading, it made me panic. What is she expecting from me!? I can't figure it out!

I was walking on eggshells. Dangerously close to cutting the thin thread between us. I don't want to lose her. God help me!

"Gimme your phone." She says. I obey her again like a puppy. After she's done typing her number, I couldn't hold my excitement down as I begin tapping my foot on the floor. We were still standing.

"Here. And I'd like you to take me to your house if you don't live with your parents." Oh. My. God.

Did I hear that right?

"O-of course. Do you trust me that much already, Miss Jocastia?"

"I do." Saying that, she goes on her toes to hold me by my neck, pulling me down to her height as her warm lips touch mine. What is this? What was going on?

I couldn't digest the scenario. The girl on my mind just kissed me! I can't react!

"That was my first kiss." I could say. She was inexperienced and left me only with a warm chaste kiss on my lips. But I could feel the heat. No, this is bad. She is trying to make me fall for her! Should I tell her the truth? I can't get into another relationship already!

"Ravine, what are you-"

"..."

"........."

The bigger silence was mine.

R-Ravine?

Ravine...? As in the famous script writer Ravine?

Judging by their reaction, she was warning her friend to keep quiet but I've already heard it. She turns to look at me as I've met with another shock. There no doubt. It's her.

It's Ravine the script writer!

This is epic! This is my chance!

"M-Miss Ravine..." I mumble, unsure if they heard me over the loud sound. She makes a regrettable face as Charlie knew he fucked up. Taking her hands off me, she sighs and moves away from me.

"I'm sorry. Now that you know who I am, I can't let this thing go on." She says out of the blue.

"N-no. You don't understand. I've been chasing you for months! You're Ravine! I'm sure of it now!" That's why her body won't leave my mind. I've jerked off countless times to her solos and cameos. She always wears her iconic face mask to cover her face, but as I've experienced her twice already, I know her body matches with the real Ravine!

"Charlie you asshole." I smirk. She was indeed wanting to deceive and only keep me as her sex partner.

"There's no going back now, Miss Ravine." I walk towards her, menacingly slow. Trapping her between the wall and myself, I stare deep into her eyes and say.

"I'm the Aaron you were running away from. I'll tell you why," her face drains all color.

"Because you know already that I'll use you for my projects with JASMINE and make her your competitor. Right? You sly fox."

I knew I was right when her eyes widen with shock.