Page 2 of A Dangerous Game
“Yes, Sinclair! Suck my dick like the naughty whore you are!”
Taking the praise, I place my left hand around his shaft and begin to pump my mouth up and down in tandem with my fist. It’s not long before he’s moaning loudly and then humping my face.
“That’s my naughty whore!” He chants.
“Cut!” Director Jim shouts from his director’s chair.
Taking my mouth off his dick, I wipe around my mouth and let the guys help me off my knees. “How’d it look?” I ask with pure curiosity. I like to make sure that my scenes look real and honest.
I hate fake ass porn shoots that look faker than shit.
Director Jim nods over to the camera crew with hard ons in their pants. “Does that answer your question?”
I giggle and then walk over to the kitchen to get a drink of water.
This is one of my favorite production halls that White House Productions bought. It’s got a full servicing kitchen and twenty different rooms with different themes in them as well.
It’s one of the bigger production halls they bought and created recently.
Hence, this beautiful kitchen.
“Sinclair!”
I turn my head to see Holly prancing over to me with a smile on her face. “You’re so good at that Naughty School Girl act!”
“Thanks, sweetie! When’s your next shoot?” I ask her and chug my water bottle. Once it’s empty, I throw it in the recycling bin before grabbing another one out of the fridge.
“In an hour so I thought I would watch you perform. Tommy is so hot!” Holly gushes.
Holly Harder is one of the newest talent that White Hot Productions signed and she’s got stars in her eyes. Granted, we have several amazingly talented stars, she can’t be mooning over them like this. It’s going to give them a bigger complex than before. Plus, it alienates her from the rest of us.
Taking a deep swig off the fresh water bottle, Director Jim strolls over with his pervy smile on his face. “Look at my two blonde beauties.”
“Thanks, Jim,” I murmur with zero gratitude.
He’s got a balding head, a handle bar mustache and a beer gut that hangs over his pants. The man is the least bit attractive but he’s a major porn director.
“We’re about to start again. Oh, Sin,” he adds.
“Yeah?”
He hands me over my phone. “You’ve got a phone call from someone named Thorn.”
My back straightens and my blood runs cold.
Pushing my hair back, I look at the phone that’s in his hand as if it’s going to bite me. The phone could possibly do that because the last time I spoke to Thorn was when he told me he hated me.
“Did you speak to him?” I question while still staring at the phone.
Jim pushes the phone in his hand and then lets out his signature groan of annoyance. It’s his tell when he gets pissed off about being asked dumb questions. “I answered the mother fuckin’ phone and some asshole named Thorn told me to tell you to call him. Who names their kid Thorn anyways?”
Only the sick bastards who nicknamed everyone attached to that fucking club.
“Doesn’t matter,” I murmur letting my phone drop to the ground. It bounces with a thud.
The clearing of a throat catches my attention making me forget about my phone and Thorn. “Time to get the talent into makeup and let’s finish the scene!” Jim shouts out with confidence.
Walking back into the production room with my freshly reapplied makeup on, I take a look at Tommy who’s chugging his water. He’s got one of his hands stroking his dick trying to get himself hard again.
