you have to have. I assume that’s why you wanted to be on set today, right? A foot in the door?”
“No!” I was growing accustomed to the nice shade of maroon his face could turn in an instant, “I wanted to be here because you’re shooting with Chardonnay Hilton! I own every film she’s ever done and it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me to see her perform live!”
Well that’s a first…
I was still staring at him in surprise when a bang like a gunshot sounded at the door, “Your two minutes are up! Get your ass out here and do your fucking job!”
Brandon raised an eyebrow, “Are all porn directors like that asshole?”
I threw an arm over his shoulder and led him to the door, “Not all of them. He’s an exceptionally irritating case of asshole, even for this industry.”
Another series of loud bangs filled the room, spiking my blood pressure and causing us both to jump.
I ripped the door open with such force that Ken stumbled backwards several steps in surprise.
I held up my left hand to Brandon, “Help me get into this stupid thing?”
Dangling from my fingertips was a leather shoulder harness. Two-inch strips of black leather, studded with metal rivets formed the straps that would go over my shoulders. They were attached in a figure-eight formation by a stainless steel D-ring that would sit right between my shoulder blades. The contraption would force my shoulders back, highlighting my pecs for the camera, and the leather would be pulled tight enough to dig into my shoulders a little bit and make my already large biceps look absolutely massive.
Shoulder gear had always been a plus in my book. Leather was one of the few things from work that I was willing to take into the privacy of my own bedroom. I was just glad that I didn’t get paid to wear the pants for very long. They were already starting to chafe.
Brandon made a show of helping me into the harness that I very clearly could have gotten into myself, and followed a few steps behind me as I made my way to the set.
A massive four-poster bed loomed in the center of the room. The frame had been painted a matte black as well as the backdrop and floor. A shockingly vibrant splash of red silk covered the mattress and box spring. Sprawled in the center of the sea of strawberry-colored bedding was a redhead with a delicate frame, loose flowing hair, and milky-white skin for days. Her patent leather stilettos were the same color as the sheets and so was her corset.
Even her lips popped with the color.
All I could think about was how much of a bitch it would be to wash that lipstick off my junk after the shoot was finished.
“She’s even more perfect in person,” Brandon whispered from my side.
“Just stay quiet and keep out of everyone’s way,” I advised, “Assistant or no, you get in the way, they will make you leave. If you have to, find a dark corner and rub one out. You might have to fight a camera guy for it though. You’ve been warned.”
We parted ways at the toy rack.
After a cursory glance, I could tell we’d probably only end up using three or four of the two-dozen props they had brought in. My bets were on the dildo, the butt plug, the riding crop, and, God willing, the ball gag.
Chardonnay and I exchanged brief introductions. It was just enough for me to decide that she was a frosty bitch both on and off the set. I wasn’t sure who I was less excited about working with for the next three hours, her or the psychotic director.
“Now that our leading man has overcome his drinking problem, let’s get this show on the road!”
I nearly ripped the megaphone out of Ken’s hand and stuffed it down his throat.
The crew sprang into action as lights were repositioned and run through their different settings. Filters were changed out, seemingly at Ken’s whim, brightness was adjusted, some lights were even swapped out entirely only to be changed back to where they’d been when they started.
For someone who was so
“No!” I was growing accustomed to the nice shade of maroon his face could turn in an instant, “I wanted to be here because you’re shooting with Chardonnay Hilton! I own every film she’s ever done and it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me to see her perform live!”
Well that’s a first…
I was still staring at him in surprise when a bang like a gunshot sounded at the door, “Your two minutes are up! Get your ass out here and do your fucking job!”
Brandon raised an eyebrow, “Are all porn directors like that asshole?”
I threw an arm over his shoulder and led him to the door, “Not all of them. He’s an exceptionally irritating case of asshole, even for this industry.”
Another series of loud bangs filled the room, spiking my blood pressure and causing us both to jump.
I ripped the door open with such force that Ken stumbled backwards several steps in surprise.
I held up my left hand to Brandon, “Help me get into this stupid thing?”
Dangling from my fingertips was a leather shoulder harness. Two-inch strips of black leather, studded with metal rivets formed the straps that would go over my shoulders. They were attached in a figure-eight formation by a stainless steel D-ring that would sit right between my shoulder blades. The contraption would force my shoulders back, highlighting my pecs for the camera, and the leather would be pulled tight enough to dig into my shoulders a little bit and make my already large biceps look absolutely massive.
Shoulder gear had always been a plus in my book. Leather was one of the few things from work that I was willing to take into the privacy of my own bedroom. I was just glad that I didn’t get paid to wear the pants for very long. They were already starting to chafe.
Brandon made a show of helping me into the harness that I very clearly could have gotten into myself, and followed a few steps behind me as I made my way to the set.
A massive four-poster bed loomed in the center of the room. The frame had been painted a matte black as well as the backdrop and floor. A shockingly vibrant splash of red silk covered the mattress and box spring. Sprawled in the center of the sea of strawberry-colored bedding was a redhead with a delicate frame, loose flowing hair, and milky-white skin for days. Her patent leather stilettos were the same color as the sheets and so was her corset.
Even her lips popped with the color.
All I could think about was how much of a bitch it would be to wash that lipstick off my junk after the shoot was finished.
“She’s even more perfect in person,” Brandon whispered from my side.
“Just stay quiet and keep out of everyone’s way,” I advised, “Assistant or no, you get in the way, they will make you leave. If you have to, find a dark corner and rub one out. You might have to fight a camera guy for it though. You’ve been warned.”
We parted ways at the toy rack.
After a cursory glance, I could tell we’d probably only end up using three or four of the two-dozen props they had brought in. My bets were on the dildo, the butt plug, the riding crop, and, God willing, the ball gag.
Chardonnay and I exchanged brief introductions. It was just enough for me to decide that she was a frosty bitch both on and off the set. I wasn’t sure who I was less excited about working with for the next three hours, her or the psychotic director.
“Now that our leading man has overcome his drinking problem, let’s get this show on the road!”
I nearly ripped the megaphone out of Ken’s hand and stuffed it down his throat.
The crew sprang into action as lights were repositioned and run through their different settings. Filters were changed out, seemingly at Ken’s whim, brightness was adjusted, some lights were even swapped out entirely only to be changed back to where they’d been when they started.
For someone who was so
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