Page 27 of Exrated
He’s so close. He smells like Tyler, like laundry detergent and body wash. That scent does something really funny to me. He puts an arm around me, his fingers scratching my back, and then his eyes lock with mine. “Can you keep a secret?” he asks, his nose brushing against mine.
“Yeah…”
Closer. “You promise you won’t get mad at me?”
“Promise.”
I can feel my heart in the back of my throat. I’m hot everywhere. He tilts his head and closes his eyes and then he brushes his warm lips against mine. Neither of us move. His uneven breaths blow over my mouth. I close my eyes and swallow, my nerves bundling up in my stomach. His lips barely press against mine, and we both freeze again. I open my eyes. He opens his eyes and backs away. We’re both breathing hard and staring at each other. This feels weird—in a good way. Without warning, he leans back in and presses his mouth completely over my mine. He stops for a second, then kisses me again. After a second, I feel his tongue slide over my lips and part them.And what the hell do I do with my tongue? Do I stick in his mouth? Do I brush it against his? His hands move to the back of my head,and he tugs me closer to him.When he pulls away, he smiles. “I told you when I was seven I’d kiss you…”
“Hey!” The sound of Heather’s voice brings me back to the present. “Magic Mike XXLis on, wanna watch it with me?”
“Uh, yeah…” I glance back at the message. “Yeah, one sec.”
She moves out of the doorway, and I quickly tap over the keys.
Tyler,
I really miss you too.
Call me. 555-8790.
Titch
I press send and my heart already fucking hates me.
An hour later. I get a text from Tyler asking me if I want to go grab some food tomorrow night—just friends he said. So tomorrow I have porn, then dinner with my ex. Sounds like a grand time if you ask me.
Day two at the job. I’ve already watched two shoots. Wiped off three dildos and a set of anal beads—while wearing gloves and gagging. I don’t care how many enemas they use before that crap, an asshole is an asshole. Shit or no shit.
“Hey, Jemma,” Hudson shouts from behind the camera. I push away from the wall and make my way across the room. “The lighting in here is shit,” he says, handing me a reflector. “Hold this just like…” he adjusts it in my hands, “…that. Perfect!”
“How long do I need to do this?”
“I don’t know, thirty minutes or so…but, uh, you don’t need to be holding it right now.” He laughs. “We’re not even filming.”
I drop the reflector. God, I feel like such a dumbass.
“This will be a good one. Two girls, one guy.”
“I’d prefer two guys, one girl,” I mumble. “Double penetration is all the rage you know?”
Hudson glances back at me, a smirk pulling at his thin lips. “Interesting. Wonder how long before you’re the one on screen?”
“Oh, hell no. I don’t think so.”
“Sure. They all say that.” He laughs and walks behind one of the cameras.
A few minutes later I hear high heels click on the hardwood floor. Glancing up, I see the blonde girl I met the day I interviewed.
“Hey!” She smiles. “So you got the job. Congrats!”
“Thanks.”
“You’ll love it here. Promise.” She holds her hand out and shakes mine. “So, my name’s Brandi. Brandi Clit.”
Of course it is.“Jemma,” I say.
“You liking it okay so far? Fun, huh?”
