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I swallow. I fidget. I look at the floor.
And the longer the noise continues, the harder it is to keep my eyes on the ground. Slowly, I lift my gaze. One of the crew guys is leaned against a wall playing with his phone. Actually, hardly anyone aside from Hudson and the camera men are even looking in the direction of that noise.
My eyes land on the man’s broad back. He’s holding onto the girl’s ankles, pounding into her. With each thrust the muscles in his ass flex and bunch. She lets out a hard moan, one that doesn’t sound fake at all. To be honest, if a guy was going at me like that, I don’t think there’d be much to fake.
“Oh, yes, fuck me, Johnny. I want your come. Fucking come in my mouth.”
I’m so ashamed right now because, as much as I hate to admit it, I am turned on. I swallow. I shift on my feet. I try to look away, but I can’t. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not innocent. I’ve watched my fair share of pornos, but there’s something different about watching people have sex in your apartment, alone, where you have the ability to fast-forward, rewind, or pause. Right now, I am watching this guy plow into this girl like he’s going to kill her while ten other people stand around. And I’m turned on by it because even though all I can see is this guy’s back—his body is sexy and he has some obvious skill.
Vee screams out his name again, and he jerks away, turning his body to the side just enough that I can’t help but watch as he strokes his massive cock. She parts her lips, and he comes in her mouth as she asked. He grunts, and I think he’s done, but then another spurt shoots out and lands on her cheek. Dear God, it just keeps coming and coming and…I immediately pull my phone out and start scrolling through Facebook, trying to look like I wasn’t paying attention to that.
“Hey, Jemma,” Hudson says. My cheeks are hot as shit. When I look up, he’s standing in front of me, smiling.
“Yeah.” I feel my forehead break out in sweat. “Yeah?” I say again.
“I gotta do one more quick shot here, but I need to get ready for a shot with Vee and another girl upstairs. Go up there, second door on your left, and start running a bath, would you? There’s some bubble shit on the side of the tub. Light the candles too, chicken.”
“Yeah, okay.” I turn and hurry out of the room. I can handle coffee; I can handle bubbles—
“Oh, and grab that purple double headed dildo—it's named Claude—and some lube on your way up.”
What kind of name is Claude for a damn dildo? At least I can say this job will not be boring. At. All.
As soon as I open the door to my apartment, Heather looks up from the couch and smiles. She grabs the remote, turns the TV off, and folds her hands in her lap. She’s sitting so prim and proper she looks like some 1940s school marm.
“Ah-hem.” She blinks her eyes, and her grins widens.
“Yeah?” I toss my keys on the coffee table and flop down in the chair across from the sofa.
“How was…work.”
“Good.”
She nods her head, fighting a giggle. “Like really,reallygood, or just kinda sorta good?”
“Really? How old are we, twelve?”
She throws her hands up, laughing. “Hey. I’m curious—slightly jealous.”
“Jealous?”
“Uh, yeah. I just got a subscription for PornHub—”
“A subscription? Heather, isn’t that shit free?”
“I mean if you want commercials and shit. I don’t have time for commercials when I’m trying to flick my bean, Jemma. Ten bucks a month. All the porn I can watch.”
I lift both brows and stare at her because is she serious? “You’re joking?”
“No,” she raises one hand like she’s taking a solemn oath. “I’m horny. I like porn.” She exhales. “Damn, it feels good to get that off my chest.”
“Oh, my God. You are like a man!”
“Porn is a way of life, my friend. One you are embracing on a whole new level.”
“Yeah, well…”
“So seriously, was it weird?”
