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Coming Attractions

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Coming Attractions Copyright © 2008 Sahara Kelly & S.L. Carpenter

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Dedication

For all the wonderful friends we met in Houston—where the idea for this story took

shape—thank you. And also to all the readers we haven’t met yet, the ones who take

time to drop us an email now and again, chat with us and generally let us know that

you like our crazy tales. Thank you as well. Without you, we’d find ourselves with a lot

of ideas in our brains and nothing much to do with ’em, except scare our families.

We appreciate you all.

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following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

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Speedo: Speedo International, Limited

Coming Attractions

Chapter One

Holly could barely breathe while she sucked down the length of Rod’s long, thick

cock. Her mouth stretched around its girth and her lips coated it red with layers of

gloss.

One hand massaged the swollen lips of her pussy as she continued to devour his

cock. She pulled back her long strands of bleached blonde hair so she could see his eyes

when she looked up.

She kept stroking along the folds of skin between her legs. Holly let her long acrylic

fingernails pull at the opening as if tempting herself to finger her cunt as she deep

throated this mammoth cock. Her throat tickled and she almost gagged as the swollen

head pressed against the back of her throat.

Pulling her head back, she let his cock spring free and tongued the head until it

glistened with her saliva. “We gonna fuck now, baby? You wanna fuck my tight little

bald pussy?”

Rod nodded but didn’t speak. They both knew their parts. He was the resident stud

and she was the wanton slut needing a proper fucking.

Holly stood and slithered against him, wrapping her arms around Rod’s muscular

body. His arms were decorated with tribal tattoos and she ran her hands over them

before clutching him to her breasts. The bulging muscles shimmered with his sweat.

Abruptly he pushed Holly to the couch and grabbed her legs. His large hands caressed

up and down her thighs to her feet and he nibbled the white stiletto-heeled sandals.

She felt like a wishbone as he spread her legs apart and stared at her pussy. She was

inviting him to explore. Urging him to dive deep within her until the only thing he

could breathe was her scent into his lungs. He let her right leg rest on his shoulder and

grabbed the swollen head of his cock, pushing it between the lips of her wet cunt. She

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shivered as he spread her pussy lips wide and leaned against Holly’s legs, his cock

disappearing into her.

She threw her head back with a guttural moan of pleasure as he finally entered,

sating her deepest desires. Holly lifted her head and watched as the folds of flesh

wrapped around his cock. With each stroke the skin was pulled and stretched as he

fucked her. She gritted her teeth and watched Rod’s reactions to the sex.

With a growl he began to ram against her as he held her ankles far apart to

maximize his thrusts. Sweat gleamed across his forehead and wide muscular chest.

“Fuck baby, you have a great pussy. You…mmm, damn you’re a great fuck.” His

words were harsh.

Holly didn’t care. Her pussy was being satisfied by his mammoth cock and her

panting sped up by the second.

“Fuck that pussy. You like fucking that wet cunt, baby. Fuck me with your big,

thick cock.” The dirty talk to her lover turned her on and the rough words added to his

pounding momentum.

He released her legs and stepped back. “Roll over,” he commanded.

Holly immediately stood up and stepped over to the small dining room table next

to the couch, bending over the glass top. It was cold and she couldn’t help jerking when

her large breasts pressed against it. From beneath the table she knew her nipples would

be clearly visible, spreading and crushed against the clear glass. She laid her face and

torso against it, turning her head to one side so her breath wouldn’t fog the glass. She

lifted one leg up to the small chair, giving her lover full access to her pussy.

“Fuck, bitch, you sure have a nice ass. I’d like to fuck that ass good.” Rod stroked

his cock as he stared at Holly’s round ass.

“Nooo, I want you to fuck my pussy, baby. You’re so big you’re gonna make me

come forever. Come on, fuck my pussy.”

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“Mmm, mmm.” Rod stepped behind Holly with his swollen cock in his hand.

“What a waste. An ass like that needs a good fucking every now and then.”

Holly closed her eyes and waited for her man to enter her slippery cunt again.

“What the fuck? Hey…” Holly squirmed away as Rod tried to push his cock between

her buttocks into her anus.

With a quick turn and a swift, hard stomp Holly stabbed the end of her stiletto heel

through Rod’s bare foot.

He yelled loudly, his voice throaty and furious. “You fucking bitch. My foot, fuck,

goddamn it…”

Before he could get the rest of his words out of his mouth, Holly swung her hand

between his legs and grabbed a handful of his testicles. Her two-inch nails dug in

deeply and she had Rod’s complete attention as he froze in her grasp.

She hissed at him. “I told you, motherfucker. I don’t do anal. You’ve been trying to

fuck me in the ass this whole movie and I’m fucking tired of it. My ass is for my

husband.” Her hand started to shake as she squeezed harder on his balls. “And only

him. You touch my ass one more time I’ll have him come over here and really fuck you

up. He’s six foot four inches of black muscle and a whole lotta mean to go with it. Don’t

fuck with me, you worthless prick.”

Rod’s eyes teared up and he whimpered from the pain Holly inflicted.

With a ripping yank of her hand, she let go and Rod crumpled to the ground

grabbing his balls in agony. Holly stood over him and smirked before glancing at the

man sitting in the canvas chair marked “Director”. “I’ll be in my room, Henry. Come

get me when you find a real man to re-shoot these scenes.”

Tossing her nose in the air, she stalked off the set, heedless of her naked ass as it

swayed in front of the film crew.

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“Now there’s something you don’t see every day.” There was amusement in the

voice of the tall, good-looking man as he clicked off the camera. He gazed at Rod crying

on the floor, holding his balls as blood soaked his hand.

“Hey, Paul?” Another man walked up with an assortment of electrical cords and

almost gagged as he saw what Paul was looking at. “Holy fucking Christ! What

happened?”

“Rod tried to backdoor Holly.”

“You mean Big Dick Black’s Holly?”

“Yep.” Paul Whittaker shook his head in disbelief.

“Sheesh. Bad idea. Looks like she made Swiss cheese out of his nut sac.”

“First she stuck his foot with her heel. Then she grabbed his sac and turned it into a

Slinky.”

“I don’t feel too good. This shit gives me the heebie jeebies.”

“He might need stitches, Will.”

“On his foot?”

“No, on his foot-long. Hopefully he’ll still be able to use it. He may need to change

his name to Stubby Numbnuts or something.”

Both men were silent for a moment as they contemplated that terrible idea. In

unison they slowly touched their own jewels and winced. The thought was universal.

“So Paul, where’s your next job?” Will asked the question idly, his gaze still on Rod

as he staggered from the set.

“I’m heading over to Four Coin to shoot for Bud Yarborough. The original

cameraman decided he wanted to be in a porno movie instead of filming it.”

“That sucks.”

“Actually it really did suck because the guy jumped the male star and sucked him

off between takes. He got himself fired and—you remember the Three Amigo

Brothers?”

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“Yeah, those Mexican gay porn stars.”

“Well they all took turns with the guy after he got drunk on tequila. This was after

the porn star dumped the guy after he got a few blowjobs. He said some really rude,

off-color things about the Amigos’ mother’s cooking at their family restaurant. He was

pretty messed up. It was horrible what they did with all that guacamole in his ass. It all

came out looking like refried beans.”

“Um, Paul, can we change the subject? I’m going out with Lisa for dinner and we’re

having Mexican food.” Will swallowed. Carefully.

Paul grinned.

* * * * *

“Wanna go get a drink, honey?”

The oily voice oozed from a few inches behind Toni Sinclair’s ear and she winced.

“C’mon. It’s closing time. You can skip out now. Lemme show you a good time,

baby.” Two warm hands cupped her buttocks.

Gritting her teeth, Toni spun around. “Get your hands off me, you asshole.” She

hissed them at the loathsome and detestable jerk pawing her backside yet again. It was

like the closing of the store doors released the animal in him. Every goddamn night at

nine o’clock p.m. precisely.

If he hadn’t been the owner of the frickin’ place she’d have sued his ass off long ago.

But she needed the job. Plus she couldn’t afford that kind of legal representation.

And, given that she needed the job, she’d just made a really stupid mistake.

He was glaring at her, a furious little tic in one eyelid. “How dare you talk to me

like that? You’re nothing but a fucking clerk here, Sinclair, and don’t forget it. You

should consider yourself honored that I even talk to someone like you, let alone offer to

take you for a drink.” His lip curled into a leer and he stepped nearer, blasting her with

garlic pizza breath. “You want to keep this job, you’d better be a helluva lot nicer to me.

You get it?”

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In case she didn’t “get it”, he grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her hand to his

crotch, thrusting it hard against whatever lurked behind his fly. It didn’t feel like

anything she wanted to play with—that was for sure.

“A lot nicer.” He licked his lips as he stared at her shirt.

Toni felt naked. She always did when he stared at her breasts like that. As if he

could see through the white cotton and the lace of her bra and was checking out her

nipples. She gulped and tried to yank her hand away, mad enough to spit out some of

those bullet-like metallic lipsticks she’d been trying to sell all day.

“Mister Jansen. Let go my hand before I scream this lousy place down and call the

cops.”

The tic over his eye got more fluttery as her words sank in to whatever bit of brain

lurked between his ears.

“You aren’t God’s gift to women, no matter what your mother told you. And if you

think to impress me with that—” she nodded at his pants, “then think again. I’m not

into limp noodles.”

On a roll, Toni didn’t pause for a minute to consider the wisdom of her words.

She’d held them in for far too long to stop now.

“You’re married, you shithead, you’re fat and you stink. Your breath is worse than

rotten garbage, you should clean your teeth more than once a month, and God help

your wife if you actually sleep with her. I’ll bet twenty bucks she knows exactly how

many tiles are on your bedroom ceiling.” She took a breath and finally wrenched her

hand from his, stalking away from the counter.

Toni headed for the doors and fumbled with them, clicking the lock open so she

could get the hell out of there. “Don’t bother to fire me. I fucking quit, okay? I’d tell you

to take your beauty products and shove ‘em up your ass, but you’d probably like it.

Shit, sounds like the sort of thing you’d do anyway.” She snorted. “I’m so done with

you and this whole place. I hope it rots. Like you. I hope you rot too.”

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She paused for a moment, glancing back at the red-faced man with his mouth

hanging open. And several other faces, staring wide-eyed and drinking in her every

word.

“And don’t think everybody in this entire rat hole doesn’t know Marcy’s giving you

a daily blowjob down in Receiving. I guess her job depends on it, huh?”

Toni walked out the door and into the night.

Way to go, girl. Hell of an exit line. Let’s see him deal with that in the morning.

Shit.

I am sooooo fucked.

Her feet led her automatically down the sidewalk toward home, the path she took

twice each day since her car had died on her. It had been running on borrowed time

anyway.

She slowed her pace as she neared O’Banyon’s, the little bar snuggled between a

beauty spa and a coffee shop, both now closed. The bar was open, of course, lights and

muffled music spilling out as people entered and left.

Toni did some quick mental math. She had maybe twenty-five dollars on her. There

was a little cash tucked away beneath the cactus on her kitchen windowsill. Yeah, she

could swing a beer and make it through—barely—until her last check from the store

arrived. If it ever did. After that…she was toast.

God, she needed that beer tonight.

Pushing inside, she nodded as she heard herself welcomed by a few of the regulars

she’d met over the last year.

“Hey gorgeous.”

“Toni, baby. Come make me a happy man.”

“Hi, Toni, love that lipstick sample you gave me, girl.”

Grinning and making the traditional motion with her hand, Toni let them all know

she was heading to the bar for a drink. “Hey, Mack.”

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“Evenin’, Toni. What’ll it be tonight?”

“Just a draft, honey.”

Mack the bartender worked his magic with levers and glasses and before she’d had

a chance to settle comfortably on the bar stool a tall slick of amber liquid frothed in

front of her in a glass bearing a four-leaf clover etching.

Appreciatively, Toni took a long drink. “God, I so needed that. Thanks, Mack.” She

rummaged in her purse for some bills.

“Not tonight, Toni. It’s on me.”

Toni’s head jerked up. “But—”

“Your face. Gives you away.” Mack looked somberly at her. “Rough day, huh?”

Toni tried for a chuckle. “What, I’ve turned white or something?” She knew her

creamy coffee-colored skin was unique, part of the genetic heritage her Caribbean father

had passed along to his daughter. Sadly, he hadn’t passed his name along with it,

dumping her mother when he found out she was pregnant with Toni.

“Nope. You just got that look. I see it a lot these days.”

She sighed. “You read faces well, Mack. Yeah, it’s been one of those days. Quit my

job.” She took another pull of her beer and reached for the bowl of peanuts. “Now I’m

really at loose ends.”

“I can help with that, beautiful.” A man had come up behind Toni and took the

empty stool next to hers.

She eyed him cautiously. “Thanks, but I’m fine.”

“You’d be even better with me.” His grin was two centimeters away from being a

leer.

Toni’s flesh crawled. Yet another jerk. She wondered if she was wearing a sign on

her forehead that said “Today is Hit-on-Toni Day for Assholes” or something.

“No thanks.” She half-turned, giving him a good view of her shoulder and not

much else.

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“Aww, don’t be like that. I just want to be friends. Real good friends.” He leaned

closer. “Maybe buddies. As in fuck-buddies. You’re one helluva good-looking piece,

doll. And I take good care of my women.”

Toni didn’t need this. Or want this. She just wanted to be left alone to enjoy a little

pity party with her pal, Mr. Draft Beer. Yeah, she was good looking. She knew it, played

it up when it would help and played it down the rest of the time. Sadly, it got her into

situations like these.

“Look, buddy—”

“Shit.” He interrupted her and glanced at Mack. “See? She even knows my name.

It’s fate. It’s destiny.”

Toni rolled her eyes. “It’s a pain in the ass. Buddy. Just go hit on someone else,

okay?”

He reached for her hair, barely missing it as Toni jerked backward. “Are you

kidding? There’s not another woman in the bar with your looks, baby.”

“And if you want to keep yours, what you’ve got of ‘em, you’ll take your hand

away from her. Now.”

Another voice joined the conversation, this one laced with a strong hint of steel.

Behind the bar, Mack grinned. “Hi, Suze.”

Toni turned to see a pair of incredible breasts, barely contained within the lacings of

a black leather vest. They were attached to over six feet of stunning woman. A woman

who was staring at Buddy with what could only be described as a venomous gaze.

Fascinated, Toni looked back at Buddy. He seemed to have shrunk on his stool.

“Uhh…”

“She’s with me.” Suze winked at Toni. “You got that?”

In case he had missed the point, Suze leaned over and startled Toni by dropping a

quick kiss on her lips. It was over before Toni had chance to realize what had happened.

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“Uhh…” Buddy’s eyes darted everywhere—over Suze, over Toni then back to Suze

again. “Can I watch?”

“Fuck off.” Suze dismissed him with a flick of her red fingernails.

Out of his depth when confronted by this slightly menacing leather-clad Amazon

creature, Buddy slithered from his bar stool. “Huh. Who wants a couple of dykes

anyway.”

“You’d be surprised.” Suze took the newly vacated seat and grinned at Toni. “Hi.

I’m Suze.”

She held out a hand and Toni shook it, still a bit stunned by the whole thing. “Hi.

Thanks. I’m Toni.”

“Don’t mention it. And I wasn’t kidding. You want to be with me, I’m so there. I

could fuck you ‘til both our brains fry and get the job done right too.” Her eyes were hot

as they wandered over Toni’s body. “You sure got the looks thing going for you.”

Toni couldn’t help a chuckle. “Thanks again. I think.”

Suze motioned to Mack. “Another round, my friend. Me and Toni are gonna have a

nice chat here.”

Toni finished her glass. “Look, you’re very kind, but I don’t want to impose.”

“You’re doing me a favor. Tonight seems to be Jerk Night in here. I could use the

break.” Suze accepted her drink as Mack slid two more across the bar and headed away

to tend to another customer.

“I heard you say something about quitting your job?” She sipped her whatever-it-

was in a martini glass. It looked like smooth chocolate milk, but was probably a lot

more lethal.

Toni nodded. “Yeah. Stupid of me, but I lost my temper. Sometimes you just get

pushed that inch too far and you’re over the line.”

“If you don’t mind my asking, what kind of money were you making?” Suze’s eyes

remained steady as she posed the odd question.

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“Um, minimum wage, I think. With the occasional tip and overtime.” Toni sipped

her fresh beer. “I sold beauty products downtown.”

Suze snorted. “Honey, with your looks you could be doing much better.”

Toni shrugged. “As of right now, I couldn’t be doing much worse.”

Suze seemed to come to a decision after a moment or two of thought. “Okay. Here’s

the thing. I’m in an industry where the pay is excellent, the hours flexible and the work

is flat out fun most of the time.”

Toni blinked. “Really…” Her voice trailed off. Was Suze a hooker or something?

Damned if she was going to whore herself out to make ends meet. Although she was

afraid the possibility got closer every day.

“Here.” Suze reached into the back pocket of her jeans and pulled out a business

card. She passed it to Toni.

“Four Coin Productions.” Toni read the logo and glanced up. “Never heard of

them. Who are they?”

Suze lifted one perfectly plucked eyebrow. “They’re the hottest adult film

production company in the Valley, Toni.”

“Oh.” Toni looked at Suze once more. “You’re a porn—an adult film actress?”

Suze preened. “Only the best one at what I do. I’m a legend in girl-girl stuff, you

know.”

“Wow.” What else was there to say?

“I can pull down as much as five grand a week when I decide to work.” Suze

looked unconcerned at Toni’s gasp. “And I can work when I want or take some time off.

I call the shots, you know?”

Toni shook her head. “No. I can’t begin to imagine what that’s like.”

“Then maybe you should.” She took the card back, grabbed a pen from an inside

pocket of her vest and scrawled something on the back of it. “Call this number

tomorrow. Make an appointment. Tell them Suze sent you.”

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“Shit, Suze. I don’t know if I could do that stuff.”

Suze chuckled. “You ever had sex?”

“Well, yeah, of course.”

“Then you can do it. You’ve got the body and the face for it, Toni. You’ve got the

balls too, if I’m any judge of character. You get naked, do the deed then go home and

cash that nice fat paycheck. Just like dating only the pay’s better. And the sex can be

better too, now I come to think of it.”

Toni was silent. That kind of money would sure bail her out of the financial hole

she was drowning in. But could she do it?

“Think about it. What can it hurt, calling them?” Suze was persuasive. “You don’t

have to make a lifetime career out of it. But I know for a fact they’re looking for some

new faces right now. You won’t make my kind of money but it’ll be a shitload better

than minimum wage and a lot more fun than hawking mascara.”

Somewhere in the recesses of the leather and the flesh, a cell phone rang. Suze

reached for it, making three men at a nearby table nearly fall off their chairs as her

breasts threatened to burst free of their lacings. She glanced at it. “Damn. Gotta scoot,

girl. That’s my agent. We’re gonna take a meeting.” She winked at Toni. “He’s soooo

good at taking meetings.”

Toni couldn’t help but laugh back. “Have fun, Suze. Nice meeting you.”

Suze slipped off the stool, finished her drink in one swallow and straightened to her

impressive height. “Don’t forget what I said.” She pushed the card farther toward Toni.

“Call them. Do something for yourself—make some decent money. You might find you

like it. Just don’t judge it before you’ve tried it, okay?”

Toni nodded. “Will do. Thanks again. For this and for the drink and stuff.”

“My pleasure. See ya round, honey.”

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She sashayed out of the bar, hips swinging, leather shining, high heels clicking and

leaving a wake of men with seriously cricked necks behind her, one of whom actually

crashed to the floor as his chair gave way beneath him.

Mack came back down and cleared away Suze’s empty glass. Toni looked him

straight in the eye. “Is she for real?”

Mack, surprisingly, colored up a little. “Er, sure. Yeah.”

“Mack.” Toni’s grin widened. “You’ve rented her movies.”

He industriously polished at an invisible spot. “A time or two.”

“Any good?”

“Uhh…”

Toni took pity on him before he took off the surface of the bar. “Okay. I got it.

Never mind. Forget I asked.”

She turned the card over in her hand, looked at the name “Suze Starling” and

thought about the whole thing.

She was, to put it bluntly, on the verge of hitting the streets. Her rent was overdue

and her landlord had started hinting he’d forget about it if she “took care of him”. Not

even worth consideration.

There were unpaid and overdue bills from her one credit card company, her utility

company and the phone company. She’d given them what she could, but her paycheck

never stretched far enough to get them off her back.

She had no car, her clothes were starting to show the effects of wear and tear and

she was on a downward slope that could land her someplace she really didn’t want to

be and she knew it. On some street corner somewhere, getting a quick twenty bucks for

a blowjob in the front seat of some rich guy’s sedan.

She couldn’t afford to spend a month or so going on more interviews, trying to get

another minimum-wage job. She’d lose everything long before she landed a new

position.

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Yep, Toni Sinclair was flat out of options.

It looked like she was going to be calling Four Coin Productions in the morning.

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Chapter Two

Paul Whittaker arrived home, tossed his keys on the small entry table and grabbed

the mail. Nothing but bills and assorted junk. He realized he wasn’t in the mood to deal

with all that daily bullshit. He was just flat-out tired after a day behind the camera and

simply wanted to relax. The nice leather chair in front of the television was calling his

name and there was an ice-cold beer in the fridge doing the same thing. With a loud

thump he collapsed into the chair, cradled his beer and sighed.

“Is that you, sweetheart?” A woman’s voice echoed down the small hallway.

“Yeah. Just got home. What are you doing? Is there anything to eat?” Paul turned

his head as the light from the bedroom shone into the hallway. Somebody stepped out

in what could be called lingerie but was more like little thin sheets of fabric leaving

nothing to the imagination.

“I just got this at my favorite boutique. Isn’t it sexy?”

Paul grinned and raised an eyebrow. “It’s really hot, Kari.”

“Kari? C’mon Paul. We talked about this. I’m Cherry now. You’re supposed to call

me Cherry.” The woman had flaming red hair, fair skin and a knockout body. She

swayed over to Paul as he took a long drink from his beer.

“Let me see that.” She reached out and took the bottle from his hand.

Paul watched as she slid her mouth over the opening of the beer. Her tongue flicked

around it, then she wrapped her lips over the top and slid the beer bottle into her

mouth. Paul pictured something else in her mouth instead of a beer bottle without any

difficulty at all.

“Mmm. You know what else I did today, lover? I shaved my pussy for you. Lookie

here.” She shifted her legs, parting the thin folds of fabric and revealing a freshly

shaven pubis. It glistened with moisture.

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“Kari, I…”

“Cherry, dammit. Call me Cherry. You know I’m trying to get used to my stage

name. And I’m gonna be a star with that name, Paul.”

“Cherry, I’m tired. You look real hot, baby, but…”

Paul paused when he saw the disappointment in her eyes and stopped completely

when she lowered her hand to rub the lips of her pussy. His weakness was a woman

teasing him with her pussy. Even after a day filming the latest Four Coin porn

production, he was still a guy with a guy’s needs.

“Come on, Paul. You know you want to fuck my tight little pussy. You know how

much I can squeeze your cock when we fuck.” She leaned forward and rubbed her hand

over the front of his jeans. “I can see I’m getting to you, baby.”

Paul was losing this battle. He sat motionless in the chair as Kari unfastened his belt

and unzipped his fly then leaned her body over him. Large, perfectly rounded breasts

hung just in front of his face and her long red hair cascaded along her cheek. She pulled

his cock out of his pants and held it firmly in her hand.

Her red lips gleamed with red gloss and there was a wicked look in her eyes as she

smiled at him. She leaned in and kissed Paul’s lips gently, stroking his hardening cock.

“You wanna fuck, baby?”

Paul couldn’t help but nod as she kissed his mouth. Her tongue traced his lips and

she tugged his shirt up, exposing his tight, muscular stomach. Paul swallowed when

her head lowered and in one smooth movement she took his entire length into her

mouth. Her throat flexed as the head of his cock pressed against the back of it.

She pulled him free and a stream of drool hung like a rainbow from her lips to the

swollen head. “Mmm, I love sucking your cock. Can’t wait to fuck you tonight. I’m so

horny.”

Releasing him from her mouth, she moved back and tugged Paul’s tennis shoes off,

raking her hands up his legs to his crotch and grabbing the belt of his pants. He lifted

his ass a little so she could pull them off, along with his briefs. His cock was stiff and

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painfully engorged when she crawled up his body, rubbing her breasts against his bare

legs. With a push she parted his legs and let her knees rest on the floor. Paul felt the

recliner tilt back a little and simply watched as she began to tease the throbbing head of

his cock with her tongue.

This was mental bliss. Paul’s tensions faded with each stroke into Kari’s awaiting

mouth. She was very good at this. He felt the excitement rise through his body as Kari

sucked on the tip of his cock and stroked the shaft with her hand at the same time.

He could see her other hand between her legs where it moved around in soft little

twitches. He loved it when a woman played with her pussy. It was a real turn-on to

watch besides being arousing for her.

With a soft pop, she pulled her mouth away. “Time for some sex, lover.”

She reached over to the small table beside the recliner, dug into a little purse she

had there and pulled out a condom. “Wanna see a trick?” She wrinkled her nose and

giggled.

Paul sat with a rigid and straining hard-on and watched as she arranged the

condom between her lips. He knew what was next. She lowered her head to his cock

and sheathed it, moving her tongue as the rubber rolled down the length of his erection.

“Tada!” She held her hands up like she had scored a touchdown.

Protection accomplished, Kari stood up and untied the two little strings on the front

of her sexy lingerie.

Paul licked his lips, seeing her beautiful breasts bare of any covering. She was one

helluva picture, her skin smooth and creamy and the glisten of wetness on her pussy.

“Damn, Kari. You are fucking beautiful.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause you know we’re gonna fuck.” She slapped his thigh

and climbed on top of Paul. Her breasts pressed against his face and Paul licked her

nipples as she reached between her legs to get his cock positioned.

“Wow, you are really hard, Paul.”

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He slid into her pussy with ease, just lifting his hips a little.

“Ohhh yes. Oohhhh, I love fucking you, Paul.”

Pushing her hands against the arms of the chair, Kari began to move up and down

on Paul’s thick cock, squirming and moaning as she worked to keep her balance.

Paul reached around her ass and held it, his arms adding their strength to keep her

going up and down. She was working his cock quickly and effectively and he drank in

the sound of their skin slapping as it echoed in the room. He dropped his gaze and

watched her pussy lips dragging along his cock when she moved up, then wrinkle

inward when she pushed down to smack against his legs.

The thrusting got harder and the noise of slapping flesh grew louder. Paul breathed

between gritted teeth as Kari tossed her head around, letting her long red hair brush

against his face and neck.

She stopped for a moment and grabbed Paul’s face, almost smothering him with

her tongue darting into his mouth as they kissed. Keeping their lips touching, she

spoke.

“You wanna fuck my ass, baby?”

Long strands of hair fell over her face and her eyes were barely open. Her breathing

was heavy, labored as sweat beaded across her flushed chest. Heat radiated from her

body and Paul could sense she was getting tired.

“Hell no, no, no, Kari. I want you to come for me. Come for me, Kari.”

Paul wanted to feel her. No faking it, no pretend orgasmic whimpers—he needed to

feel her come for him, around him, on top of him.

She put her hands back on the arms of the chair and started fucking him again. She

dug her feet deeper into the recliner, squeezing Paul on either side with her muscular

thighs. There was more force to her now. The inner walls of her pussy clenched around

his cock and her fucking became intense as she rode him with purpose.

“Oh fuck, Kari—I can’t take this—I can’t—”

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“Not yet baby—just a few more seconds—oh God—just a few—suck my nipples,

Paul. They’re so fucking hard. Suck them—”

Paul obliged as they swayed before him. He found one and pulled sharply on it

with his mouth, then switched sides, licking and sucking on the erect nipples

protruding and screaming for attention. After a particularly hard suck, he heard Kari

moan as her breathing began to shorten to little gasps.

Wetness oozed between them as Kari’s juices flowed freely and the tempo

increased, taking them both on the last stages of their climb to orgasm.

“Oh fuck, Paul, hold me, hold me—” She moved one arm off the chair and reached

down to her pussy, and frantically rubbed on her clit as she started fucking Paul again.

“Oh yes, oh yes—that’s it, that’s it—”

Paul was completely turned on as he watched Kari stroking her clit and shuddering

then rubbing at it again, her fingertips grating against his cock when she slammed

down onto his body.

Finally, Kari arched her head back and cried out.

“Oh fuck, Paul, I’m gonna come. You’re making me—aaahh—”

Paul grabbed her ass hard, buried his face between her swollen breasts and

growled. He felt the convulsions of her soaked cunt begin around his cock and with a

last gasp, Kari screamed, erupting into spasms as she came.

Paul lost it and exploded inside her, pumping long spurts into the condom and

releasing the last of the tensions he’d brought home with him. He sucked in air,

breathing the scent of her sweat and perfume along with the smells of their sex.

It was a minute or so before he could find the strength to speak. “Oh Jesus. My balls

are sore now. You drained ‘em dry.”

Kari continued softly fondling her clit as she shivered and leaned against him,

dropping a little kiss on Paul’s forehead.

“God, I love fucking you, Paul.”

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She sat fully down, her pussy still wrapped around his cock and breasts in his face.

She leaned back, relaxed, and looked into his eyes with a satisfied smile. “I’m hungry

for Chinese food. Want some?”

Paul tried to shift his thoughts from his cock to his stomach. “Okay, sure.”

“Euuwwww.” As she moved, a flood of her juices soaked them both. “I need a

shower. You get to clean up here.”

Kari climbed off the chair and walked bowlegged to the bathroom, leaving Paul

wondering how she managed to go from sex to Chinese food in two seconds flat.

He was limp and exhausted. And feeling more than a little used.

* * * * *

Toni was surprised at how quickly she’d been given an appointment with Bud

Yarborough, the director and owner of Four Coin Productions. Apparently Suze had

more than a little clout with him because Toni’s phone call mentioning Suze’s name had

resulted in a visit to his office that same afternoon. Armed with a folder containing the

papers she’d been instructed to bring—her medical record, birth certificate and so on—

she’d arrived promptly.

And to her surprise, it looked like any other office. Filing cabinets, a laptop, a

couple of empty coffee cups and messy files and papers everywhere.

Bud Yarborough wasn’t flashy, like she’d expected, but a quite casual man in his

fifties perhaps, dressed in an open-neck shirt and jeans. He shook Toni’s hand firmly

and introduced Henry Adams, who he said was his casting director.

“And he’s quite interested in meeting you, Ms. Sinclair.” Bud waved her to an

empty chair. “It’s not often Suze recommends anybody at all. You certainly impressed

her.” His eyes took stock of her body. “And I can see why.”

Henry Adams nodded. “Quite lovely, Ms. Sinclair. But I expect you’re used to

hearing it.”

Toni blushed. “I don’t know what to say to that.”

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Bud chuckled. “Smart too.” He glanced at Henry and they exchanged nods. “So far

so good. Would you take your clothes off, please?”

The request was calm and casual.

Toni gulped. “Here?”

“Yes please.” Bud scrawled himself a note as Henry took a call on his cell phone.

Sheesh. Toni didn’t know whether to be relieved or pissed that they weren’t paying

more attention.

This was it. She had to do this. She could do this. If not—well, the alternatives were

even worse.

She stood and told herself she was in a doctor’s office. It was all clinical. All about

business. That lasted about ten seconds as her willpower dropped to the floor with her

white blouse and her best silk skirt.

Beneath, she’d worn her precious lace lingerie, a peach-tinged froth that had cost

her a week’s paycheck back in the days when she could manage to spend a week’s

paycheck on herself.

Quality always paid off, though. The bra and bikini panties might be old, but they

still looked fresh and stylish. To Toni’s eyes, anyway.

“And the underwear, please.” Bud flicked his fingers at her lace, glancing briefly at

her before returning to his notes.

Damned heathens. No appreciation for the finer things in life.

“Hoookay then. Here goes nothing.”

Toni unclasped the bra and let it fall, then eased the elastic of her panties down over

her hips, lifting her legs one at a time to step out of them.

She was embarrassed, struggling against the urge to cover herself in that pose so

beloved of sculptors, and scared shitless to look at either man.

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There was a thick silence for a moment or two as she stood in the office, buck

naked, waiting for—what? Something. A cough. A sneeze. A gasp of wonder at her nude

body?

Nah. Not gonna happen.

“Would you turn around slowly, Ms Sinclair?” Henry Adams snapped his cell

phone shut and looked at her. “Now walk across the room and back?”

That took all of three steps. But by God they were the longest steps Toni had ever

taken. As she twisted around and headed back to the desk, she couldn’t help but see the

men’s eyes roaming over her.

To give them both credit, they took stock of everything—from her short black shiny

hair to her calves and her toes—not lingering with undue attention on anything in

between.

“Very nice indeed. You have a unique skin tone, Ms. Sinclair.” Bud smiled. “I’m

guessing your heritage is…” His gaze lifted to her eyes. “Well, I admit I’m not quite

sure.”

Toni chuckled. “I believe my father was from Haiti. Or possibly the Dominican

Republic. To be honest, I’m not quite sure. My mother was never too forthcoming when

it came to that particular discussion. He left before I was born.”

Henry smiled sympathetically. “I quite understand.” He stood and moved around

Toni. “If your skin photographs as well as I think it might, you’ll be a very welcome

addition to our roster, Ms. Sinclair.”

“Really?” Toni blinked. “Don’t you want me to say some lines or something?”

Bud lifted an eyebrow. “My dear, this isn’t repertory theater. We’re not doing

Shakespeare here.”

Henry was struggling to hold in a laugh. “Oh I dunno, Bud. We did Midsummer

Night’s Cream, didn’t we?”

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Bud rolled his eyes, then picked up his phone. “Get a hold of Ryan for me, would

you? Send him over? I need him for five minutes.” There was silence, interrupted by the

chirp of a voice on the other end of Bud’s phone.

Bud sighed. “Okay. As soon as he’s finished coming, then. Tell him to make it

quick.” Another pause. “Pants yes. Shirt no.” He hung up.

Henry went to the cabinet and pulled out a file from which he extracted a few

papers. “We’ll need you to fill these out, Ms. Sinclair. The usual tax forms, contact

information and so on.”

Just like any other interview, except for the fact my butt’s getting cold and my boobs are

wafting in the breeze. “Okay. I can do that.” Toni glanced at her clothes. “Should I…”

“Not yet.” Bud looked up as a knock sounded. “C’mon in.”

Toni cringed. She’d just gotten used to flashing her stuff at two guys. Now there

was a third?

The door opened and admitted a guy who must be Ryan, she surmised. Then she

took a look at him and forgot what the word “surmise” meant. She also pretty much

forgot her own name and the fact that she was doing the jaybird thing.

He was, to put it bluntly, fucking hot.

Over six feet of muscle was blinding her, chest rippling and gleaming under what

might have been sweat or baby oil. No matter what it was, Toni had the definite urge to

lick it off him.

The bod was everything a guy’s bod should be, from shoulder to toe. And, miracle

of miracles, his face was even better. Rugged, hewn from a tasteful block of granite with

sharp edges in all the right places and a jaw line that jutted perfectly—it was almost too

much.

Throw in the shoulder-length tousled blond hair and the winning smile… If Toni

had been wearing panties they’d be pretty damp by now. As it was, she settled for a

squirm or two and choked down her instinctive feminine response Which was, of

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course, something along the lines of “Ravage me, you splendid creature. I’ll probably

never get this close to another one like you. Not naked, anyway.”

“Ryan, this is Toni Sinclair. She’s joining the cast.” Bud introduced them.

“Hi, Toni. I’m Ryan. Ryan Spalding.” His grin got wider as he held out his hand.

“You’ve probably played with my balls.”

Toni, who’d dabbled in tennis during high school, couldn’t help laughing as she got

the reference and shook his hand. “Oh yeah. I think I did.”

Ryan’s blue eyes twinkled at her. Honest to God twinkled. Shit, he should be

declared illegal. Or at least have a government warning stamped someplace. No

wonder he was here, on a porn set. He must have a gazillion fans. All drooling.

“Ryan, would you do a quick clinch with Toni?” Henry stepped back and observed

them.

“Sure. I’d be happy to.”

Toni couldn’t help a quick glance at his crotch to see if all of him was “happy” to.

Apparently it wasn’t. But then again, from the sound of things, he’d just come on

command. One couldn’t expect miracles, even from Adonis-like marvels of nature.

“C’mon, Toni. Over here next to the window.” He tugged her hand and led them

both into the light. “They want to check how we look together.”

Her breasts met hard chest in a formal introduction that squished them almost flat

as he clasped her closely. Toni swallowed as visions of more ravaging tramped solidly

across her brain cells. The ones that were working, of course. Not the ones that were

fanning themselves and panting rapidly.

“Okay. That’s good. Assume the position.” Ryan’s hand slid around her spine and

he bent her backward a little, falling naturally into a pose that would fit perfectly on the

cover of any romance novel.

One that featured erotic and hot sex, of course, since Toni was stark naked.

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However, she managed to follow his lead and simply lifted one arm, resting her

hand on his shoulder while she leaned back into his extremely well-muscled arm.

“Yeah. Nice.” Henry nodded. “See that, Bud? Her skin tones are a lovely contrast to

Ryan’s.”

“I think that should work well on camera.” Bud sounded thoughtful.

“It will.”

Another voice made Toni jump and she peered around Ryan’s bulk to see someone

standing in the doorway, studying them. Dear God, who was next—the goddamn

janitor?

“Ah, good. Paul.” Henry glanced over at the man in the shadows of the doorway.

“You agree?”

“I do indeed. The skin colors are great together. Maybe even some black and white

stills would work. Pull out the contrast.” He lifted his hands and made a little square

with his fingers in that gesture typical of photographers everywhere.

“Toni, Paul is our cameraman. If anyone knows how you’ll look on film, it’s him.”

Bud waved his hand toward the door as Paul stepped farther inside. “Paul, Toni

Sinclair. Our newest cast member.”

Paul nodded. “Ms. Sinclair.”

“Uh, hi.” Toni did her best to hide behind Ryan while not appearing to be

unfriendly. She waved her fingers at him then looked toward Bud and Henry. “Any

chance I could get dressed now before anybody else decides to drop in?”

Surprisingly, it was Paul who chuckled as Ryan gently released her. “It gets less

important as time goes on. And of course it’s a lot easier in the studio.”

“If you say so.” Toni slithered into her underwear as rapidly as she could, refusing

to make eye contact with anyone until she’d got some of her clothing back on. They

probably were checking out her pussy, but damned if she was going to watch them do

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Feeling a lot more secure once her bra and panties were back in place, Toni dressed

herself automatically, one ear on the conversation around her.

“Huntington Beach, Ryan.” Bud tapped his fingers on the desk. “Location shoot.

We’ll do the settings, some scenery shots that can be cut in during editing and take

advantage of my pool and hot tub.” He glanced at Paul. “Okay with you?”

Paul nodded. “Sure. We can use it as the tropical getaway and do a couple of the

fantasy scenes there too?”

Henry stood. “I’ll get on the phone to Suze and let her know.” He scribbled

something as Toni picked up her purse. “Tomorrow?”

“Yeah. We’ll be back here Monday and should be able to get this one in the can next

week.” Bud looked at Toni. “Would you mind starting tomorrow? We could use you at

the location shoot. I’m thinking you’d fit in very well with the scenes we’ve got

planned. Nothing too demanding. Whaddya say?”

Toni’s mouth opened but words temporarily deserted her. She cleared her throat.

“Tomorrow?” It was a croak, so she coughed and tried again. “Huntington Beach?

Tomorrow?”

Ryan laughed. “You won’t need to pack much. Look at it as a working vacation. Tif

and I sure do.”

Paul looked at Toni. “Tif’s his wife. Tiffany Wonder. She’s in film too.”

“Ah. Okay.” This was a bit much to process, so Toni went back to basics. “So I

guess you’re hiring me.”

“Of course.” Bud lifted his eyebrows. “I think you’ll be great.”

“If you stop by the office on the way out, you’ll find Debbie out there with forms

and payroll stuff. She’ll give you the figures. She takes care of our administrative

needs.” Henry tore off a sticky note. “Here’s the address of Bud’s place at the beach.”

“Uh…I don’t have a car.” Toni blushed. “It’s…it’s…”

Bud lifted a shoulder casually. “Paul, can you drive her?”

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Paul stared at Toni. His eyes were an interesting shade of brown, in contrast with

his rumpled blond surfer-boy look. There was something in that gaze, something she

hadn’t seen in any of the other men this morning.

Or perhaps she was imagining it. Next to Ryan, any guy would look—ordinary, but

this Paul…well, there was certainly plenty to admire. Distracted, Toni blinked at him.

“Yeah, no problem.” He turned away. “Make sure you leave your address with

Debbie. I’ll pick you up around nine. That way we’ll miss some of the traffic.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

And that was pretty much the end of the meeting. The men filed out, Ryan taking

his lovely body with him, to Toni’s silent sigh of regret. Bud’s desk phone rang, Henry

pulled out his cell phone and Toni gave them both a smile as she left the office in search

of the administrative Debbie and the paperwork she had to do.

Debbie turned out to be a motherly sort who had everything organized and before

she knew it, Toni was on the payroll.

And one helluva payroll it was too. One glance at her salary figure and her tongue

stuck to the roof of her mouth. “Are you sure this is right?” She just managed to stop

herself from rubbing her eyes.

Debbie giggled. “Yeah, it’s right honey.” She made copies of the various contracts.

“That’s just for this movie, of course.”

“Er, of course.”

Toni tried to sound casual, but knew she’d probably failed. The numbers were

dancing in front of her eyes. It was more than she’d cleared in a couple of months at her

previous job and would certainly take care of a lot of her outstanding financial

problems.

“I’ll get your address to Paul.” Debbie glanced at the scrawled notes that had found

their way to her desk. “Pack for the weekend, but don’t worry too much about it. What

costumes there are will be provided. Bikinis probably.” She sighed. “Bud’s got a great

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place down in Huntington. I envy you.” She shrugged. “Just make sure you have some

of your own makeup in case they don’t have the right one to match your skin tone.” She

glanced at Toni. “Which, I might add, I also envy.”

Toni grinned. “I can’t claim responsibility or give you any tips. I was born with it.”

“All the worse.” Debbie grinned back. “I can’t hate you for it.” She turned back to

the papers, passing a neatly stapled batch to Toni. “Here’s your copies for your files.

Checks are cut on Thursdays. I’ll make sure yours is ready.”

“Wow. Thanks. You’re really on top of things.” Toni stood, clasping the papers to

her chest like they were precious treasure. Which, all things considered, came damn

close to how she felt about them.

“Can’t afford to be anything else. We move fast around here. Gotta keep the

audience coming.” She chuckled. “Pun intended.” Her phone chirped.

“I get it.” Toni smiled. “I just don’t know if I believe it’s happening to me yet.”

“You will.” Debbie reached for the ringing phone. “Have fun at the beach.”

Toni nodded her thanks and walked out of the building, trying not to stagger as the

reality hit her like a punch to the gut.

She had a job.

She’d been naked in front of what seemed like a battalion of men, one of whom was

a god, another was—interesting.

She was going to the beach tomorrow, to shoot scenes for a porn movie.

She was gonna get paid a hefty chunk of change for it too.

Mr. Interesting was picking her up in the morning and driving her there, with her

appropriate makeup and beachwear.

Holy fucking shit.

Toni’s life had just become amazingly complicated—and wasn’t that wonderful?

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Chapter Three

It had been a long day and all Paul wanted was to go home, crash on his sofa and

watch some mindless, testosterone-infested, car-crashing, machine-gun-toting macho

movie. Something brain-numbing to help him relax before the upcoming trip to Bud’s.

At least he would have some company for the ride. Real nice company too. He had

to admit that Toni was fucking hot. She had that sexy tone to her skin and a kick-ass

body and that ass…he knew he’d focus on that ass when filming her. Being a

cameraman in the porn business was a tough job—but someone had to do it.

Unlocking his door he found a handful of mail—mostly junk—and a few bills he’d

take care of later. Looking around, he noticed the kitchen light was on and the television

sounded from his living room.

“What the fuck?” He walked to the fridge and opened the door. “Where’s all my

beer?”

The purse on the small kitchen table clued him in. Kari was there again. He closed

his eyes for a moment and tried to remember when giving her a key had seemed like a

good idea.

Shit, not tonight.

He heard noises coming from his bedroom, so Paul figured she was in there

changing or something. As he walked down the hallway he glimpsed some of his DVDs

scattered on the floor in front of his television. He wasn’t a neat freak by any stretch of

the imagination, but he believed in respecting someone else’s shit. He frowned.

Opening the bedroom door he was greeted by the sight of a guy’s hairy ass going

back and forth. Clenching his fists, he walked in to find Kari getting it from behind by

one guy as she was sucking another guy’s cock in front of her. The guy in front was

kneeling on the bed with his eyes shut and a handful of Kari’s hair.

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“What the fuck’s going on?” Paul could barely speak the words.

Kari turned and mumbled, her mouth full of a large cock. “Just a sec, Paul.” She spit

it out and they all paused, turning to look at an outraged Paul.

“These guys are in the movie I’m doing so I invited them over for a party. We were

waiting for you. You wanna join in, baby?” An excited smile crossed her face as the guy

behind started fucking her again.

“Get the fuck out of here!” Paul was steaming mad.

“Gimme a few minutes, dude, I’m just about to get a nut here in this bitch’s ass.”

The guy in the back obviously didn’t see how mad Paul was or didn’t take him

seriously. “Just wait your turn.”

A cock poked Kari in the face and she went back to sucking on her second

playmate.

Paul stood in utter shock. This was his house. His stuff, his girlfriend—and these

guys were fucking her like it was nothing out of the ordinary. He stepped back to his

desk and grabbed the nearest thing he could lay hands on. His old leather camera strap.

With a mighty swing he hit the idiot fucking Kari’s ass right across the buttocks

with a loud sharp slap.

The resultant shriek and jump pushed him hard into Kari, making her jerk forward

and choke. She tried to shut her mouth too, which wasn’t a great idea at the time, since

she ended up biting down on the cock she was sucking at that moment.

“Oh shit, oh shit. My ass. I think you broke something, you motherfucker!” The guy

pulled his cock out of Kari and turned to Paul, both hands rubbing his ass as tears

leaked from his eyes.

Paul took the strap, folded it double and pushed it against the guy’s chest—hard.

“I’ve had a really bad day. I come home to find you butt-fucking my girlfriend. You’re

lucky I don’t kill you. Get the fuck out of my house before I really leave more than a

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mark. My daddy taught me how to use a whip. Leave now, asshole, before I start

drawing blood.” Paul barely noticed him scrambling for his clothes and the door.

The other one had fallen over in agony, clutching himself in pain after Kari’s teeth

had bitten into his cock.

Paul had no sympathy whatsoever. “Hey, numbnuts. Get the fuck off my bed and

get the hell out of here.”

The guy grabbed his pants and shoes from the floor, whimpering as he left, still

holding his crotch. “My cock, oh shit, my cock.”

Kari lay on the bed crying a little. It had probably hurt her when the guy ended up

rammed into her ass and Paul could see the muscles in her face twitching the way they

did after a long blowjob.

She didn’t say anything as Paul moved to stand next to her. She simply lay there,

one hand over her butt. She couldn’t look at Paul. Perhaps she knew she’d pushed him

past the point of no return. Perhaps she was ashamed. Or perhaps she was trying to

think up a good excuse.

Whatever she was thinking, Paul had had enough. “This is it, Kari. I can’t deal with

all this shit anymore. I know you’re a porn actress. We dealt with all that. But this…this

isn’t about what you or I do. What you’ve done here shows a total lack of respect. In my

house too. I just don’t want this anymore. We went from friends, to lovers, to just fuck-

friends. We don’t care about each other—I wonder if we ever did. For a while, it’s just

been sex between us. After tonight it’s not even that anymore.” Paul sat on the bed and

sighed. “Leave the key on the table and get your shit. I don’t want you here when I get

out of the shower.”

Paul stood up then blinked as he heard a flushing sound, followed by the door to

the master bathroom swinging open. He stared as a midget walked out waving his

hand in front of him like a fan and wrinkling his nose.

“Dude, you don’t want to go in there for a few minutes. Extra spicy bean burritos

and beer don’t mix. See you at work, Cherry.”

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The guy whistled and walked out the door, closing it quietly behind him.

* * * * *

True to his word, Paul was parked outside Toni’s apartment and beeping his horn

promptly at nine o’clock the following morning.

Hurrying down the stairs with her small suitcase, Toni was grateful he hadn’t

wanted to come inside. It was clean but it sure as hell wasn’t anything elegant. And the

neighborhood could have been better. She felt safe there, since she knew quite a few of

the other residents in the building.

But there were some things she just didn’t feel like explaining at that hour of the

morning and her economical lifestyle was one of them.

Fortunately, Paul didn’t seem interested in either her apartment or her. He was all

business, merely nodding at her as he leaned over and opened the door. “I didn’t want

to leave this stuff.” His head tilted backward and Toni followed his gaze, seeing several

large metallic boxes clamped shut with strapping and an assortment of locks.

“The cameras.”

“Ahh.” Toni settled herself and fastened her seatbelt. “Smaller than I’d have

imagined.”

Paul blinked and Toni could’ve sworn for a second he glanced down at his crotch.

“Oh you mean the camera stuff, right?” His face crinkled into a grin, making him look

suddenly boyish and very charming.

She couldn’t help grinning back. “Of course.”

He chuckled as he started the engine and they headed out of town. “Looks like a

good day.”

“Yep.” Toni glanced at the sunshine and the blue skies. “No smog. I guess it’ll be

warm at the beach.”

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They were both silent for a while as Paul negotiated the traffic and got them onto

the freeway heading south. Then he leaned back in his seat and clicked on his cruise

control. “Whew. We’re making good time.”

“You’ve been there before?” It was a natural question. Paul seemed to know where

he was going.

“Yes. There’ve been a few location shoots there. Makes sense since it’s Bud’s house.

No fees. Anything to bring the film in under budget.”

“I guess.”

Paul glanced over at her. “Nervous?”

“Kinda.” She bit her lip. “It’s all new to me.”

“You’ll be fine. Bud wouldn’t have brought you on board if didn’t think you’ve got

what it takes.”

“Thanks. I think.” Toni wrinkled her nose. “I guess it’s all routine to you, huh?”

“Too routine most of the time.” His voice sounded a bit strained. “Maybe I’ve been

in the business too long. Five years shooting sex scenes…well, it all runs together.”

Toni listened to what he wasn’t saying rather than what he was. “Hmm. Rough

night?”

“How did you know?”

“Something in your voice, I guess. Sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”

“That’s okay. It was kinda rough.” Paul’s gaze remained on the road.

“Girlfriend troubles.” Toni nodded her head.

“Girlfriend? Why don’t you think wife instead?” He lifted an eyebrow at her.

She stared at his hands on the wheel with a little smile. “No ring. No tan lines

where one used to be. Therefore—no wife. Which leaves a girlfriend. Or maybe a

boyfriend…”

He looked appalled. “Hell, no. No boyfriends for me. And no girlfriends now

either.”

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“Damn. I’m sorry.” Toni grimaced.

“Don’t be, I’m not. I closed a book last night on a story that had gone on too long

and had a lousy ending.” He straightened his spine, took a hand off the wheel and

stretched, a long rippling of muscles that brought a groan to his throat. “Jesus, that felt

good.” He smiled at her. “You don’t have a ring either. So I’ll make the same guess.”

She smiled back. “Okay. We’ve established that neither of us is involved, gay or

married.”

“Sounds interesting. And pretty good for less than twenty miles.” Paul grinned,

waggling his eyebrows at her. It could have been a joke, but there was something there,

some heat lurking in his attractive brown eyes. Toni found herself wanting to pursue it.

But he spoke again. “Anyway, we’re headed for a blissful few days at the beach,

lots of great scenery and hot sex… We should be singing our heads off or something.

Looking forward, not backward.”

“Works for me.” Toni took a breath, letting her tensions ease a little and trying to

keep her errant and torrid thoughts off a guy she’d known for less than a day. “D’you

know who’s going to be there? Who I’ll be meeting? It would help to get an idea of

what’s gonna be waiting at the end of the road.”

“It’s a small shoot.” Paul sounded thoughtful. “Bud’ll be there of course. And Suze

you know already. Me with the cameras. Sam Dodger, soundman. He usually brings

Fran along, his wife. She won’t let him go to the beach without her.” He chuckled.

“Can’t blame her. Wait ’til you see Bud’s place.”

“I’m looking forward to it. Go on. I’m guessing Ryan, of course.”

“Yep. Probably with his wife, Tiffany. She likes to come on his location shoots,

especially now since she’s out of commission for a while.”

Toni frowned. “Is she all right?”

“Oh yeah. Just a slight case of pregnancy.”

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“Wow.” Toni digested that information for a moment or two. “That’s kind of weird.

Wonder what it’s like being in the business and married to someone in the business. Not

to mention being pregnant at the same time.”

“Seems to work for them just fine. They’re real excited about the baby. As a matter

of fact, most of us are. Almost like family. Ryan and Tif are nice people, you know?”

Toni nodded. “Yep. Picked that up when we met in the office. Not many guys could

make a naked woman feel comfortable, but Ryan did.”

“No naked woman who looks like you could make a guy feel comfortable.” Paul

winked at her, a tiny flicker of an eyelid that suddenly seemed to heat up the interior of

the car a lot more than the bright California sunshine.

Toni battled down a blush and settled her seat belt more comfortably.

Paul continued. “Anyway, besides them, there’ll be maybe one or two other techs

unless Bud bullies someone from his household into doing makeup chores. He’s done it

before. Other than sound and camera, all we really need are the actors. Just about

everything gets cleaned and tidied in the post production phase.”

“You mean like sound and music and stuff?”

Paul nodded. “Yep. It’s amazing what we can do with our digital editors these

days. Saves a helluva lot of time and money.” He grinned. “You got a mole on your

butt? We’ll get rid of it.”

Toni laughed out loud. “Don’t worry. I don’t.”

Paul agreed. “I know.” He let the words lie there between them for a moment or

two. “But there are others who do. We fix it.”

Toni cleared her throat. “Good to know.”

Paul turned off the freeway and headed toward the Pacific Coast Highway. “We’re

almost there.”

He turned as she let out a small sigh. “Look, Toni. You’re gonna do fine. Just relax,

don’t push anything or try too hard. Keep yourself real, okay?”

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“Real? Um…I don’t understand.”

Paul was silent for a moment or two. “I guess I mean don’t try to be a porn star.

Don’t go overboard with the whole sex thing. It’s too easy to use sex as some kind of

basis for being famous. It turns you into somebody you don’t want to be. Believe me.”

He ran one hand through his hair, messing it up. On him it looked damn good. Toni

watched his face, aware that he was trying to help her in some odd way.

“You’ve got what it takes to come over real great on film. Trust me on this, I’ve

done enough work behind the camera to know the goods when I see ’em. But there’s an

attitude thing that can get to you if you’re not careful.”

He turned the car again and the ocean appeared, a glitteringly beautiful expanse of

blue-green water, dusted with haze in the far distance.

“Okay.” Toni wasn’t sure what Paul was saying.

“I’m sorry. That sounded stupid, didn’t it?” He grinned and seemed to shake off the

strange mood. “You’re gonna do great. You’re gorgeous with and without clothes. And,

if you’ll take this as the compliment it’s meant to be, you’ve got the best ass I’ve seen in

years. I’m gonna enjoy every minute of filming it.”

This time, there was no way Toni could fight down the blush.

* * * * *

Stupid fucking asshole.

Paul cursed himself. What the hell was he thinking making a comment like that to a

woman he barely knew? Sure, they’d just spent an hour or so together in the car but

that still didn’t mean he could talk about her ass, for Chrissake.

Although God knew it was something he wouldn’t mind talking about. Or

touching. Or a whole bunch of other stuff.

She’d gotten to him pretty damn quick.

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He sure wasn’t looking for a new girlfriend, or a new fuck buddy. He’d had enough

of those to last a lifetime. After the episode with Kari last night, Paul figured a few

months of celibacy would do him just fine.

And above all, he wasn’t looking to fuck anyone in the business. That had proved to

be nothing short of a recipe for disaster.

So what the hell was it about Toni Sinclair that had turned him on? Sure she was a

babe and a half. The coffee-colored skin, the spiky dark hair and those laughing eyes of

hers, all put together in a real nice package.

Okay, he was a guy. She was a good-looking woman and then some. He’d seen her

naked too. But he’d seen other women naked and hadn’t wanted to flirt with them five

minutes after being introduced.

She did have a good sense of humor. He liked that in a woman. She was sharp,

didn’t seem real aware of her own appeal and came across as a very normal, natural

type of person.

Paul winced to himself as he made the turn off the Pacific Coast Highway toward

Bud’s house. He’d gone and done it. He’d found himself attracted to a woman’s frickin’

personality. If it ever got out, he’d find his pass to the “Bodies before Brains” club

revoked in a blink.

“Wow…”

The gasp from beside him recalled his wandering thoughts and he looked ahead,

trying to see what Toni saw and imagine it as his first time too. He had to admit, Bud

had really grabbed himself a helluva piece of real estate.

“Yeah. Cool, huh?” He stared at the massive iron gates as he pulled up to the

electronic monitoring system and pushed the button. It clicked and hissed. “Two

burgers, two large fries and an order of slaw. A couple of extra large chocolate shakes.

Make that to go?”

There was a moment of silence. “Hey, Paul.”

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Toni snickered next to him. He ignored it. “Hey, Sam. What are you doing manning

the gates?”

“C’mon in. The boss’s having one of his yippy fits. I was just walking past when

you buzzed.”

“’Kay. See ya in a few.”

The gates swung silently inward and Paul drove through. “That was Sam Dodger,

the sound man I told you about. I guess Bud’s figured the script he got didn’t work.

Sounds like he’s rewriting it, which means everyone else is taking a break at the other

end of the house.”

“Script?” Toni lifted one eyebrow. “You mean like words and stuff?”

Paul laughed. “Yeah, I know. Sounds stupid, doesn’t it?” He drove slowly up the

long driveway to the house—if one could call it that. It was more of a mansion, or a

starter-castle. Low shrubberies lined the driveway and a few taller palm trees dotted the

landscape, but nothing seemed to interfere with the view of the ocean this place enjoyed

from its nook on the slightly rolling hillside leading to the water.

They crunched over gravelly stuff as they neared the parking area and Paul saw

Toni staring at the three stories of gleaming gold stucco, the huge windows and the

balconies that ringed each floor. The gardens were pretty amazing too, more colorful

toward the back of the place where the ocean winds couldn’t quite lash at them over the

winter.

As they parked, Paul saw the sparkle of light on water. The pool, of course.

Although he’d never quite figured out why people who lived spitting distance from the

Pacific Ocean needed a pool as well. Of course, it wasn’t always a perfect bathwater

temperature in the sea.

Toni cleared her throat. “Bud’s doing rather well for himself, isn’t he?” She blinked

and her head swiveled as she tried to take it all in.

“I guess so. He’s good. Good pays off.” Paul killed the engine and unbuckled his

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“No kidding.” Toni swallowed. “This is nothing short of spectacular.”

“Sure. If you like hot and cold running servants, priceless antiques, state-of-the-art

security systems and a view of the ocean that’s better than anybody else’s.” He opened

the back of the SUV. “It’ll do, I guess.”

Toni flashed him a quick grin. “You’re impressed too, huh?”

Paul rolled his eyes and smiled back. “Here. Take your bag and if you can manage

mine too, we might be able to get most of this inside in one trip.” He unloaded an

assortment of stuff and set it down on the gravel. “And if you think the outside’s nice,

wait ’til you get an eyeful of the inside.”

“Hoo boy.” Toni took the two smaller cases and shifted her handbag more securely

on her shoulder. She turned and headed for the house. “This is incredible. And scary. I

think I’m going to be a bit out of my depth here.”

I’m kinda scared I’m gonna be out of my depth too.

Paul’s gaze lingered on the firm rounded curves of Toni’s ass as she walked away.

The woman was going to be trouble. He knew it all the way to his boner. Er—bones.

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Chapter Four

The day flew past for Toni and she was sitting down to dinner as the sun set before

she realized it.

Suze had arrived about an hour after Paul and Toni, giving them both hugs and

kisses and then disappearing for what she termed a “restorative nap”.

Toni had met Ryan again, this time with his wife, Tiffany. Who was just as nice as

Ryan, seemed thrilled about the baby on the way and peed a lot. Which was only to be

expected, given the little critter dancing around on her bladder. Tif had winced and

hurried away several times, announcing on her return that it was only going to get

worse, but as long as she was within thirty seconds of the nearest bathroom, she’d be

okay.

There was Sam and his wife Fran, a middle-aged and motherly sort who seemed to

know who wanted what and when and was everywhere at once. Fran was familiar with

the house, the staff and just about everything else too, showing Toni to her room and

making sure she had what she needed. Obviously the crew’s “go to” gal.

Bud finally appeared waving a sheaf of papers and calling an immediate

production meeting, which meant everyone ended up on the huge patio under massive

umbrellas sipping cold drinks while he talked.

Meetings like this, Toni could handle.

She listened silently as the plot of the film—such as it was—unfolded.

Ryan’s character was having marital difficulties with his wife, played by Suze since

Tiffany was out of commission at the moment. This shoot would be located in a tropical

“spa” type hotel, where Ryan and Suze had come to re-invigorate their relationship.

Sexually, of course.

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The foyer would be the hotel registration desk where Toni would be filming a brief

welcome scene and farewell scene, setting her up as one of the characters in both Ryan

and Suze’s “fantasies”…the footage for these fantasies being shot here on location.

There would then be a girl-girl-guy fantasy scene, a guy-girl fantasy scene and a

voyeur scene, one that would precipitate sex between Ryan and Suze.

As near as Toni could tell from Bud’s rather confusing notes, she’d be one of the

girls in the first scene, the girl in the second and the focus of the two voyeurs in the

third.

It was all a bit vague and informal, not really what she’d been expecting at all.

The afternoon was spent working out the registration desk set and finally, after

several hours of fussing about, there was a brief period of actual filming.

Which was repeated quite a few times until Toni figured she’d wake up in the

middle of the night screaming “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Todd. You have the executive suite

booked and your reservation is confirmed.” Or, alternatively, “I hope you both enjoyed

your stay.”

Apparently, this was the way things worked. Toni found herself with a new

appreciation for all those television shows she’d casually surfed through. If this was

how they worked a shoot, then the “live” audience must have been a pretty dead

audience by the time the final episode was in the can.

She was exhausted by the time dinner rolled around and more than ready to just sit

and pick her way through whatever was put in front of her. The wine Bud served was,

as expected, a really nice California vintage and went straight to her knees, making Toni

aware of the aches she’d been ignoring all day.

Stress related, no doubt, but real all the same.

She managed most of her salad and half the fish. It was an awesome meal, but Toni

couldn’t do it justice. She even passed on dessert, a sacrifice she regretted since it was

cheesecake. But for a woman who had to think about getting naked the next day,

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scarfing down a huge hunk of anything-but-lo-cal sweetness smothered in strawberries

and whipped cream was probably a bad idea.

Her attention was caught late in the meal as Bud made a comment.

“Nick’ll be here tomorrow morning.”

Suze groaned. “Nick Long? Oh swell. Did you have to, Bud?”

He shrugged. “He lives up to his name. He comes on cue. He’s got a following,

Suze.”

“I know.” She grimaced. “It’s just he’s also a grade-A asshole.”

Sam chuckled. “You’re spoiled, Suze.” He waved his wine glass at her across the

table. “We’re all such incredibly wonderful and talented people here.”

She wrinkled her nose. “No you’re not. You can be assholes too, every once in a

while. But Nick? He never stops being one. If he blocks me out of the shot again when

he’s fucking me like he did last time I worked with him, I swear I’ll change his name to

Stumpy.”

Under cover of the laughter, Suze leaned over to Toni. “Remind me to talk to you

before you hit the sack. There’s something you need to know about Nick.”

“Uh, okay.” Toni nodded.

The meal was winding down and Toni barely stifled a yawn. “Sorry. You’d better

make it soon. I’m beat.”

“Let’s take a walk before you turn in.”

Everybody seemed to have the same idea, since chairs were pushed back and the

lure of the cool night air beckoned. Toni breathed it in, loving the saltwater tang and the

quiet of the evening as she stepped through the French doors onto the patio.

The lights were on around the house now, illuminating the pool and the steam

coming from the built-in hot tub that was neatly landscaped at one end. A small

waterfall tinkled its way over the rocks into the bubbling whirlpool beneath.

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It was really lovely and Toni realized she could get seriously used to living like this.

She grinned at Suze who stood beside her. “Not hard to take, is it?”

“Nope.” Suze sighed too. “Of course, this is top of the line. Bud’s got a lot of lean

years under his belt before he had to let the buckle out.”

“I guessed.” Toni leaned against the stone balustrade. “It’s nice that we get to share

a few of his perks though.”

“I’m glad you’re here. I knew they’d pick you up as soon as they saw you.”

Toni turned. “I haven’t had chance to thank you, Suze.”

Suze waved it aside. “Don’t thank me. It hasn’t really begun yet. You may not like

it. Who knows?”

“True. But I reckon I can handle it.”

“I think you can too, or I wouldn’t have recommended you. But that’s not what I

want to talk to you about.” She gestured toward a quiet spot in one corner. “Come over

here a minute.”

Toni followed obediently, sitting on a pedestal and leaning against a flower-filled

urn as Suze turned to stare at her. “Nick Long.”

“Um. Helluva name for a porn star.” Toni kept her face straight.

“Or someone who thinks he’s a porn star.” Suze sounded skeptical. “He’s got a

following, sure. Bud’s right about that. And he’ll probably do pretty good in this film.

But you gotta watch yourself around him.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. Nick likes to say his bedposts are carved with rookie notches.”

“Uh oh.” Toni gulped.

“You’re a rookie. He’s gonna figure he’s the one to set you on the right road by

fucking your brains out as soon as he gets the chance. Showing you what a real porn

star can do.” She snorted. “He’s about as real as my hair color.”

“Sounds like a charmer.”

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“He’s very good looking, in a dark sort of way. Got that fierce black-haired pirate

sort of thing going for him. But he tends to fuck first and ask later.”

Toni frowned. “Ouch.”

“You’re fresh meat to him, Toni. Watch yourself, okay? If he’s around, try to keep

your distance. Don’t be alone with him if you can avoid it.” Suze waved a finger at her

in emphasis. “His idea of a fun time isn’t always what his partner enjoys. But it’s kinda

kept quiet, since he picks on newcomers who don’t want to rock the boat or lose their

jobs by bitching about him.”

“Shit. That sucks.” Toni paused, thinking. “Suze? He ever…um did you ever—”

“Fuck him?” Suze nodded. “Professionally, yes. Personally, no. I took one look and

knew that was a no-go. And I happened to back up my refusal with a can of pepper-

spray I was carrying at the time. I don’t think he’s forgiven me for that, which is why

he’ll cram me out of the shot if he gets the chance.”

Toni stood and squared her shoulders. “Okay. Thanks for the heads up. I don’t

have pepper spray, but now you’ve filled me in I reckon I can deal with one asshole.

Everybody else is so nice, I’m not gonna let one jerk spoil this for me.”

Suze smiled. “Good girl.” She glanced over Toni’s shoulder. “And here’s one of the

nice guys.”

“My ears were burning. Figured you girls were talking about me.” Paul strolled

across the flagstones toward them.

Toni almost wished they had been talking about him. He was certainly a lot nicer

topic than some sex-crazed idiot. Her ears didn’t burn, but there was a definite heat

several feet lower in her body.

“You heading up, Toni? I’m done for the night. It’ll be a long day tomorrow.

Figured I’d better walk up with you so you don’t get lost.” He looked as sweetly

innocent as a wickedly handsome man could look.

Suze giggled. “Sure. Right, Paul.”

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He looked hurt. “I have only the purest of motives, babe.”

Suze leaned over and tapped his cheek lightly with her fingers. “You are the best

cameraman and the worst liar, Paul Whittaker. Go get some rest and make sure Toni

gets some too. Alone, okay?”

“You wound me.” He clutched his shirtfront over his heart.

Toni shook her head. “Enough, children. I’m so tired I’m gonna fall asleep in the

flowerbed if somebody doesn’t point me in the right direction.”

Paul slipped her arm through his. “C’mon, sleeping beauty. Time to call it a night.”

Suze waved at them as they walked away.

“She’s so nice.” Toni glanced at Paul. “Everybody’s been very kind.”

Including you. Especially you.

His arm felt deliciously warm, intertwined with hers. She had the strongest urge to

rest her head on his shoulder and just float away into a little paradise that strongly

resembled Bud’s garden of colorful blooms.

“We’re sort of a family in some ways.” Paul spoke quietly as he led Toni back into

the house. “We look out for each other. This crew’s been together for several years—a

long time in the industry.” He steered her to the stairs. “You’ve found yourself a good

spot to start your career, Toni.”

“Career?” She yawned, trying to hide it but failing. “Dunno if I’ve thought about a

career doing this.”

“Why are you doing this?” Paul’s question seeped through the tired fog in Toni’s

brain.

Why was she doing this? Honesty won out over political correctness. “I’m flat

broke. I need the money or I’ll be turning tricks before I know it.”

“That bad, huh?”

They reached the top of the stairs and Toni turned toward her door. “Yep. That

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“It’s a solid reason for being here, Toni. There’ve been people who’ve gotten into

the business for a lot less than that.” He squeezed her arm and let her go as she stopped

in front of her room. “And for future reference…”

He leaned over and dropped a light kiss on her cheek. “I can’t see you turning

tricks. You’re not the type. But if you ever do, I’ll be your first john, no matter what you

charge. Good night.”

He opened her door and pushed her inside, closing it behind her and leaving her

alone, puzzled, a little bit aroused and wondering what the hell that was all about.

She tumbled into bed and dreamed—of gardens, mansions, swimming pools as

wide as the Pacific—and Paul Whittaker.

* * * * *

The following morning, Paul found his way to Bud’s mammoth kitchen in search of

something to start the day. He could have joined the other early risers in one of the

smaller dining rooms and mingled over fancy dishes. But he wasn’t much of a morning

person and breakfast to him meant something solid that didn’t have a French name he

couldn’t pronounce until he’d had coffee.

So he avoided the voices and headed for the quiet of the kitchen. Of course, being

that this was Bud’s house, it wasn’t what anybody would call an ordinary kitchen. It

was massive, for a start, probably bigger than Paul’s first apartment from end to end.

Appliances gleamed on marble counters, some looking vaguely familiar—like the

coffee pot. With, thank God, coffee in it. Looking through the glass-fronted cabinets, Paul

found himself a mug and swigged down his daily cup of stimulant. Now, perhaps, his

brain could get itself kick-started. He looked around the rest of the place.

The enormous twin black steel doors facing him were either the portals to hell or

the new refrigerator. Taking the risk, Paul opened one and found that yes, it was

actually the fridge. And there was even normal food inside.

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Within minutes, he’d made his favorite snack and was looking forward to a bit of

quiet while he savored it. There was nothing better than a peanut butter and banana

sandwich to start the day. The fridge yielded personal-sized cartons of orange juice, so

as a nod to his health, Paul grabbed one of those as well.

At the far end of the kitchen was a fireplace. And above it, a massive plasma

television screen. He could sit in one of the nice padded chairs, enjoy his breakfast and

check out last night’s game scores at the same time. He’d never had chance to watch his

team play on a state of the art flat screen.

With an air of reverence, Paul sat down with breakfast and the remote. It was like

visiting a shrine. He clicked through the channels looking for the latest sports news. It

would be too much to hope that his team had won last night. But perhaps they’d made

it through more than three innings with the same pitcher. Even better, they might have

avoided getting their asses seriously kicked, only losing by one or two runs.

He could always hope.

He found a sports channel and settled back to enjoy himself when a rumbling

sound came from outside and distracted him, making him glance out the picture

window over the sink.

“Shit.” His perfect morning was about to go down the tubes. Nick “the Dick” had

arrived.

Paul watched as Nick pulled up in his red Corvette, spitting gravel all over the

place as he braked hard. He got out wearing black slacks and a white tank top that

showed tanned arms decorated with tribal tattoos. His black hair was perfectly tousled

from riding with the top down and the black leather suitcases he took from the tiny

trunk screamed designer. This guy was all Hollywood, all the time.

Shaking his head Paul turned back to try to catch a score or two before he’d have to

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“Well, well. If it isn’t my favorite cameraman.” A bellowing voice interrupted

Paul’s desperate attempt to read the tiny crawl at the bottom of the screen and Nick

himself strode in through the kitchen door.

“Hey, Nick.” Paul kept the sentences short so he wouldn’t confuse the guy.

“You all set? I got some new tattoos I want seen up close when we film. The babes

love the body art, so make sure you keep them in focus.” He might think he had flair,

but Paul knew that Nick was a consummate asshole, managing to be both insulting and

rude in the same breath.

There wasn’t much point in answering or moving, so Paul kept his seat and simply

opened the carton of juice. He didn’t need to be polite to Nick or even like him. All he

had to do was film him.

“So who do I get to fuck this time? I hope I get some new meat. I’m dying to fuck

some fresh pussy. Those cum pills have made my money shots gold, dude. I can cum in

buckets all day. You’ll see.” Nick leaned over and took Paul’s juice from the table beside

him, downing it in one swallow.

Paul glared at him. “I can’t wait. Just don’t shoot on the camera lens like last time.”

It had stopped production for more than half an hour just cleaning the shit off his

expensive equipment. “You’ll be filming with Suze this morning. Suze and a new girl,

name of Toni Sinclair. She’s just for looks in this scene.”

“New girl? Cool. I got fifty bucks says I fuck her before the weekend’s over. One

look at my monster cock and she’ll be begging me for it.”

Paul smirked. “I’ll take that bet. She’s not like some of the other girls you’ve been

with lately. This one has a brain.”

“Who cares about her brain? It’s her cunt I’m more interested in. Where’s my room?

I need to lift some weights and oil up before getting naked and fucking.”

“Go talk to Fran. She’s got the details.” Paul pointed toward front hall. “They’re all

out there someplace.”

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He watched Nick wander off to find Fran, carrying at least a grand’s worth of fancy

leather suitcases.

What an asshole. He didn’t envy Suze having to deal with Nick’s ego. And he was

pretty sure there was some steroid action going on as well. It reinforced his opinion of

Nick Long.

What an asshole.

* * * * *

Toni’s nerves coiled into a knot inside her stomach and shook their heads at the

thought of breakfast. This was the day, her debut in front of the cameras—nude. She

could do it, she told herself. She could absolutely completely do it.

After all, her sweaty palms weren’t what the camera would be focused on.

Her “costume” for the morning’s scene was half a bathing suit. Or two shoelaces,

depending on how you looked at it. Along with a pair of spiked heels. As she struggled

into it, Toni wondered yet again which brilliant wizard had come up with the idea of a

thong.

Which man—and for sure it was a man—had decided that a woman would look

fabulous with a tiny strip of fabric cutting up between her butt cheeks like a wire on a

cheese slicer. Sure, on her it wasn’t appalling—it just felt frickin’ uncomfortable.

Wedgies weren’t good at the best of times. When one was already sweating from

nerves, they were a torture device that the Spanish Inquisition could have used to great

effect.

Toni stared at herself in the mirror. Her breasts were…well, they were there. Two of

‘em. Full and tipped with dusky nipples. She supposed they were okay. At least they

weren’t sagging. Yet.

She was blessed with a torso in proportion to the rest of her, so the tiny black strip

of thong didn’t look like an underline to her belly or a dash joining her hipbones to each

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her butt was pretty firm and other than a tiny beauty spot just north of one ass cheek

she’d pass inspection.

Maybe they’d powder her. God, she hadn’t had her ass powdered since she was a

baby. And maybe not even then, since her mother might have forgotten to do it if she’d

had a few drinks under her belt.

Pushing the unwelcome thought aside, Toni reached for her robe and knew it was

time to head downstairs. The others might be comfortable wandering around like this

was a high-end nudist colony with cameras, but Toni still needed the security of the

blue silk.

She’d strip when told to, not before.

Following the noise of voices, Toni headed for the room where the first scheduled

scene was to be filmed. It was a massive guest room with double doors that opened out

onto the ocean side of the house.

It seemed filled with people.

She blinked as one very tall, dark and tattooed man strode over to her as soon as

she walked in the door.

“Hello, beautiful. I’m Nick. Nick Long.” He flashed improbably white teeth at her.

“And you’re the new shining star, I hear.”

Toni swallowed, remembering Suze’s warning of the night before. “Hi.” She held

out her hand politely. “Nice to meet you. I’m Toni Sinclair.”

“Mmm.” Nick took the hand, lifted it to his lips—and licked it. “You look good

enough to eat, baby.” He nipped her fingers and moved closer. “So how about you and

me, later, together? I’ll teach you what hung like a horse really means.”

“Back off, Seabiscuit.” Suze’s acid tones cut through Nick’s line of bullshit. “We’ve

got work to do.”

“Suze darling. Looking good. Got some work done, huh?” Nick squinted at her.

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“Nick darling. Did they tattoo any brain cells into you yet?” Suze’s smile was

something a coyote would have envied. A lot of teeth framed by a vicious snarl.

Toni carefully backed away with a polite murmur. This could get nasty and she

wanted to avoid blood spatter on her robe.

“Hey.” Paul’s voice came from behind her. “How you doing?”

“So far, so good.” She turned and smiled. “Didn’t wanna get hit when the chairs

start flying.”

Paul chuckled. “Yeah, those two do get a bit heated. But they’re professionals. Most

of the time. They won’t damage each other.” He paused dramatically. “Much.”

Toni laughed. “Good to know.”

Paul nodded at the bed. “Are you ready?”

She met his gaze. “Honestly? I don’t know.”

He stared back at her, his expression strangely blank. “What do you mean?”

Toni tugged on the collar of her robe, trying to find the right words. “How can I

know if I’m ready for this? I’ve never done this, never even imagined this. I’m going to

have a woman’s mouth on me, Paul. In places I couldn’t have dreamed of less than a

week ago. I’m going to be stark naked on a bed with two other naked people who are

having sex while I’m getting—” She choked a little but then fought down the dryness in

her throat. “While I’m getting my pussy sucked.” She sighed. “How on earth does

someone get ready for that?”

She glanced at him again. He was looking at her, eyes dark and intense, studying

her features.

“I’d forgotten.” One corner of his mouth curved a little.

“Forgotten what?”

“What it was like when I started in this business so long ago. I’d completely

forgotten.” He shrugged. “It happens, I guess. So much time spent behind the camera

filming sex. It all gets routine after a while. All in a day’s work.”

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“Not for me.”

“No, it’s not, is it?” Paul sounded thoughtful.

“I don’t know if it ever could be, either.” She sighed. “I have to do this. You know

why. I’m as close to broke as anyone can get without being homeless. But whether I’d

choose to do it under any other circumstances—well, that’s something I’d have to think

about. Perhaps after today I’ll have a better idea. But right now, the thought of doing

this as a career gives me the damn willies.”

An odd grin crossed Paul’s face, then he turned away, distracted by the rising

argument between Suze and Nick. “We’d better get things moving. Or they’ll make a

liar out of me and start hacking chunks out of each other.”

Toni nodded and headed for the bed.

Fortunately, Bud walked in and broke up the potential fight, wrangling the

combatants into their positions and laying out the groundwork for the scene. “Suze, on

the bed. Toni, between her legs at the foot, bending over her body. Nick? Outside the

door. Wait for your cue.”

They moved into position, Toni dropping her robe onto a chair behind the camera.

Self-consciously she walked into her spot but since she was between the legs of a totally

naked and utterly relaxed Suze, she felt more comfortable than she’d expected.

Suddenly her thong felt like a long-sleeved jumpsuit. She might well be overdressed for

this particular party.

Suze winked at her, making her giggle a bit. “Like the shave?” Suze’s pussy was

adorned with a delightfully artistic squiggle of pubic hair, shaped into a lightning bolt.

It was very blonde.

Toni nodded, biting back the urge to ask if she’d colored it. There were some topics

she couldn’t bring herself to discuss. Even with a naked, six-foot blonde bombshell.

“Okay. everyone.” Bud’s voice rang out and silence fell. Paul fiddled with the

camera and a red light appeared. He was all business, focused on his equipment and

didn’t acknowledge the nudity around him.

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God, to be that relaxed. Toni sucked in air and let it out on a whoosh.

“Let’s run through it. Toni, this is Suze’s fantasy so touch her, turn her on, get her

going before Nick comes in.” Bud glanced at the papers in his hand. “Nick.”

A muffled “yeah” came from outside the door.

“When Suze says ‘oh God, that’s so good’ you come in. Got it?”

Another “yeah”.

Toni figured that wasn’t totally beyond his capabilities. She glanced down at Suze,

sprawled casually on the white quilt. This was so fucking surreal…

“Paul? You set?”

“Yep.”

“No sound here guys. We’re dubbing in music and Suze’s dialogue later.” Bud

nodded at them. “The outside noises are gonna play hell with the mikes. They always

do at this time of day.”

Toni thought about that.

“It means we don’t have to watch what we say, honey.” Suze whispered to her.

“There won’t be a mike recording anything. It’ll all be added afterward.”

Toni dipped her head and nodded a little. It made sense. There was some traffic

noise, an airplane now and again, a loud speedboat—all sounds she wouldn’t have

noticed in the normal way of things. But looking at it from a microphone’s

perspective—well, yeah. Unless they closed the windows to the ocean all those things

would probably be picked up clear as a bell.

And the open windows with their sheer netting blowing over the back of the bed—

well, that was why they chose this room in the first place. Plus the sunlight worked

apparently. There were very few extra lights, unlike yesterday’s scene in the darker hall.

“Okay. We’re hot. Let’s give it a go.” Bud paused. “And—action.”

Toni waited the few seconds it took for Fran to snap the clapper board in front of

the camera, then took a breath and reached for Suze.

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“You smell good.” Toni sniffed the air as she leaned over Suze’s body and gently

touched her.

Suze chuckled. “It’s vanilla.”

“You’re kidding.” Toni stroked the white skin, not quite sure what she should be

doing, but figured following her instincts would work for a start. If somebody yelled at

her to do something else, she would, but for right now she’d just kind of feel her way

around. She smiled to herself at the godawful pun.

“Nope. No kidding. I carry a little bottle with me. Just a dab here and there and I

smell good enough to eat.” Suze moaned a little and shifted her legs in response to what

Toni was doing. Or thinking about possibly doing.

“Wow. Good idea.” With care, Toni stroked the sides of Suze’s breasts then moved

away and dropped a little kiss on the inside of her knee. “It works. Like a breakfast roll

or something.”

“I tried cinnamon but it wasn’t strong enough.” Suze’s head tossed from side to

side. “Go for the nipples now, sweetie. But watch the left one. It’s ticklish.”

“I’m getting there.” Toni nuzzled around Suze’s navel and found her mouth

watering at the tasty scent of vanilla. It was no hardship to lick a path up Suze’s smooth

skin to just below her breasts. “How am I doing?”

“Just great.” Suze sighed. “I’m kinda sorry it isn’t going to be just the two of us. But

we’re only postponing the inevitable.” She huffed out a giggle and shivered. “Jeez.

Watch it. That’s real close to the ticklish spot.”

“Sorry.” Toni casually moved her hand to the right breast. It was hard to know left

from right when she was getting directions from a naked woman whose assets she was

fondling.

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“Here we go.” Suze arched her spine as Toni kissed one nipple. “Oh that feels so

good.”

She almost shouted the words, making Toni flinch. But thankfully Nick heard his

cue and the door opened behind Toni with a crash.

“How about you let an expert take over…” He growled his line for some reason,

not that it mattered since there was no sound recording. But apparently he was into

character.

Toni was about to move away when a large hand cupped one of her ass cheeks.

“Whoa. Fuck, baby, I gotta get me some of that.” Fingers wound around her thong,

pulled it away from her body then let go, snapping it back against her butt.

“Oww.” Toni couldn’t help it. She jerked and let out a yip as the elastic fabric stung

her skin.

“Cut.”

Toni rubbed her butt and glared at Nick. Yeah, he was in character all right. His

usual character—Best Supporting Asshole.

“Nick, you stupid shit. What did you do that for?” Paul was frowning over the

camera at the smirking stud.

“Hey. Chill, dude.” Nick spread his hands. “Just havin’ some fun with the new kid.

Sort of like welcoming her, ya know?”

“Do it again and I’ll welcome you into a coma, you shithead.” Paul subsided,

muttering, behind his camera.

“Grow up.” Bud stared at Nick. “Take it from Suze’s cue. Don’t fuck around, Nick.

That costs money. Next time you pull a stunt like that, it’s coming out of your check.”

Nick mumbled something, adjusted his tiny Speedo and went back outside, closing

the door behind him.

Suze sighed. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” Toni grimaced. “That’s gonna leave a mark though.”

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“Bastard.” Suze wrinkled her nose. “Look, when you move to let him take over, go

to your right and climb up on the bed that way. Then your ass won’t be to the camera

when you lose the thong.”

Toni nodded. “Got it.”

“And…action.”

Toni repositioned herself as near as she could remember to where she was, leaning

down to kiss Suze’s nipple. But this time, she let one leg bend sharply at the knee, her

high-heeled shoe sticking out behind her.

If anybody should try to get too close, he’d end up with his balls shish-kebabed by a

designer stiletto.

“Attagirl.” Suze picked up on the move and winked.

Nick entered on cue. Toni couldn’t help a tiny snicker as she heard him stop short

before speaking his lines. There was nothing like a sharp threat aimed at a guy’s nuts to

drive a point home.

Ignoring him, she moved on with the scene, slipping out of her thong and

managing to climb onto the bed without catching her shoes in the linens. Why the hell

she had to keep her shoes on, she wasn’t sure. But—this was porn. It was what they all

did. Probably catered to some of the foot fetishists out there.

Oddly enough, she was reasonably comfortable being naked, lolling on several

large pillows while Nick sucked Suze’s pussy. She barely spared a thought for any of it,

being focused on things like keeping her body angled right and not blocking Suze’s

face.

It would get harder once Suze turned onto her stomach, but for now she was okay

with what she was doing—fondling Suze.

Toni told herself that this wasn’t unlike a monthly breast self-exam. In fact—she

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pushed it upward. Of course, Toni wasn’t in the habit of nipple-kissing as part of her

health routine, but what the heck.

“Find anything?” Suze lifted an eyebrow.

“Nope. You’re good as far as I can tell.” Toni whispered the words as she tongued

and sucked one of Suze’s hard buds.

Suze simply giggled. “You’re funny.”

“You help.” Toni giggled back.

“Wait ’til I start eating you out, toots. You may never go back to men again.” Suze’s

voice was teasing.

Toni swallowed. Yes, that would be coming soon. It was in the script, clear as day.

“Nick fucks Suze doggy style while Suze sucks Toni off.”

Suze moaned as Nick’s head bobbed between her legs, dark hair lying dramatically

over Suze’s white skin.

It would probably be a pretty impressive fantasy scene, thought Toni. A woman’s

dream of being fucked by a handsome stud and caressed by another woman at the same

time. A ménage that should appeal to quite a few viewers if current magazine articles

were to be believed.

She took a breath, moved closer to Suze—and kissed her.

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The lens of a camera could sometimes reveal more than a human eye. It was

revealing more now to Paul as he squinted through the viewfinder and filmed the erotic

play going on in front of him.

He did his job as he always did, conscientiously, thoroughly, needing no script or

notes to remind him to vary his angles, capture the action and make the actors look as

good as possible. It was routine to him, as he’d told Toni earlier. He’d left the sexual

and arousing emotions far behind him as he’d embarked on this particular career. It

was just a job, one he tried to do as well as he possibly could.

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So why, today—while filming a scene he’d shot a hundred times before in various

combinations—was he getting aroused?

He’d caught Nick turning Suze onto her stomach, biceps bulging and dotted with

those tattoos. He’d managed to film the lustful expression that crossed the man’s face at

precisely the right moment and the way he’d looked down as he reached for his cock to

penetrate Suze.

He’d also caught more than a few glances from Nick to Toni, hungry stares that

probed her body every bit as clearly as a finger would have done.

Paul had managed to focus on Suze’s face as she settled on all fours and also Toni’s

shy smile when she scooted into place beneath Suze.

Paul knew his job. Knew he should be filming all of the aspects of this scene—that

was how it was set up. But he had the other camera aimed at the bed and its occupants,

filming automatically. They’d take some sequences from that one and cut them into the

one Paul was running personally.

But time and again he found himself watching Toni.

She lay sprawled beneath Suze, legs apart, responding to the touch of Suze’s mouth

to her pussy. Moving, shifting on the white linens, her skin was a symphony that the

camera adored, no question about it.

But something about her was touching him, personally. And he was having a hard

time figuring that out.

Sure, she was no hardship to watch. And she was funny, smart—didn’t have an

over-inflated sense of her own ego—in fact she didn’t seem to be very egotistical. She

could have been pushing her hips upward, moaning, writhing, doing all the things

actors do to draw attention to themselves. But she wasn’t.

She seemed to be quite simply what she was portraying. A woman enjoying having

her pussy sucked. Clearly Suze was enjoying the scene as well. Having worked with her

before, Paul was wise to all the little tricks Suze had up her sleeve. Letting her hair fall

forward and hide her face was a dead giveaway that Suze didn’t feel like giving

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anybody oral that day. That she’d fake it and make it look real. She was damn good at it

too.

But at this particular moment, Suze wasn’t faking anything and Paul could see her

tongue as it flicked at Toni’s pussy, teasing—dipping in and out—shit. Paul fought a

hard-on that was making him fidget. He wanted his mouth doing that to Toni. He

wanted his tongue tasting her, savoring her juices, licking its way around her clit and

making her sigh with pleasure.

He could have dropped everything right that minute and pushed Suze out of the

way without a second thought. And it wasn’t like Paul to feel that way.

He gave himself a mental kick up the ass, pushed the visions of him and Toni naked

to the back of his mind and forced himself to do his fucking job, not drool over a

woman he barely knew. And a porn actress to boot. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had enough

of those in his life recently.

Nick picked up the pace, fucking Suze thoroughly now, slamming his body into

hers as he took her from behind.

She lifted her head away from Toni’s pussy and tossed her hair back, her face

creasing into lines of passion, her teeth biting down on her lower lip as her whole body

began to shake.

Nick was really giving her one hell of a fucking, thought Paul. He adjusted the lens

angle, pulling back so that he could get all three in the shot. He caught Nick’s hand as it

lifted from Suze’s hip then flashed back down, slapping her white ass cheek with a

crack that rang around the room.

Suze never flinched but shook her hair wildly, taking everything Nick was giving

her with what would appear to be sensual abandon. Paul knew better. Nick was gonna

hear about that whack in no uncertain terms. What the hell had gotten into the guy,

anyway? He should have been a lot smarter than that.

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Toni had missed it or at least missed the significance of it. Suze had reached for

Toni’s hand when she’d lifted herself away and now Toni’s fingers were replacing

Suze’s tongue.

She lay beneath Suze, a creamy dark blend of light and shadow, a perfect

counterpoint to Suze’s blonde whiteness. Toni’s hand was barely visible as it moved

between her legs, but the other one toyed with her breasts, teasing the nipples, cupping

them, squeezing them—

A bead of sweat rolled off Paul’s face. Christ above. Toni Sinclair was doing a

number on him today.

Nick was grunting, a sure sign he was getting close to coming. Paul moved the lens

a fraction, getting all three in the shot and waiting. Toni’s lips were parted, her breasts

rising and falling as she panted.

Suze gripped the quilt on either side of Toni’s body and her face contorted into a

snarl that closely resembled orgasmic bliss. Paul wasn’t quite sure if it was sex or

temper. Nick, on the other hand—well, his expression left no doubt. He was about to

come, his mouth open, his face shining with sweat and his eyelids heavy as he watched

his cock plunge in and out of Suze.

He gasped aloud, pulled away from Suze and dexterously whipped off the condom.

“Now, bitch.” He spat the words as he rammed his cock along the crease of Suze’s ass

and erupted up her spine, leaving sparkling jets of cum dripping down her white skin.

“And…cut.”

Paul let the camera roll for a moment or two. Suze sagged away from Nick who was

stroking himself. And Toni? She was still, frozen with her hand between her legs, her

head turned toward the camera—and looking through the lens at Paul.

He sucked in a breath. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen and there was a

look of quiet desperation in her eyes.

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She’d nearly made herself come. He knew it as sure as he knew there was a helluva

hard-on in his pants. She was aroused, honestly and genuinely turned on. And now she

had to stop, to backtrack, to push it all away and pretend it was all in a day’s work.

Paul watched her fight for her composure. Her throat moved as she swallowed and

she let the others get off the bed before she pulled herself upright. He caught the little

tremble of her hands as she stood and the tiny stagger as her knees nearly buckled.

He flicked off the camera, grabbed her robe and walked to her, ignoring the rest of

the crew and the sound of loud voices as Suze laid into Nick, pointing out in no

uncertain terms that she was not happy with him.

“Here. You’ll need this.” Paul handed the blue silk robe to Toni.

She blinked and nodded, slipping it on and belting it tightly around her waist with

a heartfelt “Thank you.”

“And you got cum in my fucking hair, Nick. It’s not enough that you hit me hard

enough to rattle my back teeth, you had to go fuck up my hair?” Suze was approaching

the decibel level of an incoming F-16 fighter jet.

Paul winced. It was definitely gonna get nasty. He touched Toni’s shoulder.

“C’mon. Time for us to make like a shepherd and get the flock out of here.”

She responded to his joke with a weak smile, but nodded. “Good idea.”

They left the sound of loud and angry voices behind them as Paul walked Toni

through the house to the patio and sat her down in the shade of a big umbrella. She

seemed—stunned, maybe. Out of it a little.

It wasn’t surprising, he realized as he grabbed a couple of bottles of iced water from

the outdoor fridge. It was her first time, her first real shoot. She’d lost her porn virginity

that morning.

“Here.” He held a bottle out, waiting for her to take it. “You want something to eat

or anything?”

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Toni shook her head. “No, this is good. Thanks.” She twisted off the top and took a

long drink. Her hands still trembled a little.

“Better?” Paul sat beside her, quietly watching her, then turning his face to the

gardens and the pool.

“Yeah. God, yeah. That’s much better.” She drank again. “That was—uh, well, I

don’t know what it was.”

“You did great.” Paul kept his voice quiet.

“I did?” She turned at that.

“Yep. You came over on camera just the way I figured you would.”

“So we won’t have to do it again?”

“No. I really doubt it.” He drank from his own bottle, letting the icy liquid cool

some of his arousal. He swore he could smell Toni in the air along with the flowers and

the light tang of chlorine from the pool. He was probably losing his frickin’ mind.

“Thank God.”

Paul couldn’t help but notice the relief in her voice. “You didn’t like it?”

Toni was silent for a moment, her gaze vague as she thought about the question. “I

can’t say whether I liked it or not. Like isn’t the right word. I was scared shitless,

worried about a whole bunch of stuff and when Suze began—well, when the whole

thing really got going it was—bizarre.” She wrinkled her nose. “Best I can do.”

Paul smiled at her. “None of that showed. You handled it like a pro, Toni.”

“Did I?” She looked more distressed than pleased by his compliment. “I’m not sure

what that says about me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know exactly what I mean.” She laughed a little. “It seems really weird for

someone like me, who only a week ago was working a normal job in a normal world, to

strip and film a sex scene for a porn movie and then get told I did a good job.”

“I guess it does.” Paul waited.

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“So does that make me some kind of kinky trash bitch? Someone who thinks sex is

only about fucking and nothing else other than a chance to score a paycheck or get my

name in lights?”

“No.” This time Paul’s voice was firm. “Absolutely not.”

“You sound so sure.” Her hand had stopped shaking, but there was still tension

radiating from her body.

“I am. Trust me on this. There’s a huge difference between the sort of person you’re

talking about and the sort of woman you are. Don’t you know that?”

She never got chance to answer the question. A voice shouted for Paul from inside

the house and he sighed. “Shit.”

Toni waved her hand. “Go, Paul. I’m fine. Thanks for the water and everything.”

“We’ll talk later, okay?”

She nodded. “Sure. Right after Ryan fucks me this afternoon.” Her lips twisted into

a wry smile. “And that’s not something I ever imagined myself saying.”

Paul chuckled. “It’s a date.” He stood and tossed his empty bottle in the trash.

“Don’t worry, Toni. You’re doing great. Just be yourself. Relax.”

He allowed himself the pleasure of brushing his hand up the silk covering her arm

and to his surprise she covered his hand with her own and squeezed. “Thanks, Paul.

You’re really a big help to me. I appreciate it.”

“Paauuulll…” This time it was Bud yelling.

Paul sighed. There was so much more he wanted to ask Toni, to talk to her about.

He wanted to watch her eyes as they spoke, sniff in her fragrance, keep an eye on those

hard nipples beneath her silky robe—and know she was naked underneath.

He was in dangerous waters here. And he wanted to go swimming.

Instead he smiled and nodded—and walked away.

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Toni stayed sitting at the table, enjoying the breeze across her bare legs. She

throbbed, she shuddered inside, her pussy still humming from the close call she’d had.

Fuck. She’d nearly come, for God’s sake.

A hot blush made her cheeks burn. She’d nearly lost it, plunged into an orgasm in

front of a bunch of people she didn’t really know. Stimulated by her own hand and the

touch of a woman’s tongue, no less.

Oh God. I’m a pervert or something.

She took a breath and forced her mind to stop shrieking at her and think rationally.

Of course she’d responded to Suze’s tongue. There were perfectly normal reasons for it.

Any time the clit was stimulated, by hand, by tongue—regardless of whose tongue it

was—a woman was going to experience sexual arousal. It was the way they were made.

Toni was a normal woman. Therefore—she was going to get aroused. So that took

care of any worries that she was a dormant lesbian or something. Sure, it had been

pleasant. Hell, Suze was a woman, which put her a step ahead when it came to knowing

what to do and exactly how to do it.

Toni wasn’t a lesbian, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t admire their work. She

chuckled to herself. Pity some men couldn’t—or wouldn’t—take lessons from them.

She straightened her spine in the chair. She’d gone into this with her eyes wide

open. She knew what porn movies were, what she’d be expected to do. She wasn’t

ashamed of her body and she needed the cash desperately. So what was the problem?

I didn’t expect to find myself responding.

Toni bit her lip. It had surprised her, horrified her in some ways. She’d honestly

believed she could go through the motions and come out unscathed. But her body had

betrayed her, let her down by getting turned on at the touch of Suze’s tongue.

And she was still aching, her breasts swollen with need, still feeling the effects of an

arousal that she hadn’t expected—hadn’t sought.

What the fuck was she going to do?

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A dip in the icy ocean? Whip upstairs to her room and dig out her vibrator?

“Hey, Toni. We need you,” Sam hollered out a window. “Upstairs. The guest

room.” She jumped and waved her hand in acknowledgement.

Well, that took care of that. She had to go fuck Ryan.

Who needed a vibe? She was about to get a dose of the real thing.

There was an ironic smile on her face as she found her way upstairs to the room

where the next scene was being set up. Fran had her “costume” ready and she slipped

into the tiny shorts and tied the handkerchief-sized halter behind her under cover of the

robe, finally putting it aside with some regret. She was developing a strong affection for

that particular bit of silk.

“You got the idea, right Toni?” Bud sauntered over. “Knock on the door, tell Ryan

it’s room service with his pillows and let him take it from there. We’ve got sound with

this one, so keep your voice steady and try not to fart?”

“Sure, Bud. No problem.” She laughed. “As long as Ryan knows what he’s doing.”

“Oh he does. Just let him take over. And we can always do another take or ten.” He

laughed. “It’s your first film. We understand. Don’t worry about it.”

“Got it.” Toni nodded.

“Places everyone.”

Obediently, Toni took her place outside the door and waited, the pillows tucked

against the miniscule scrap of fabric that comprised her top. Her shorts were so close to

being wedged up her ass she was honestly looking forward to Ryan taking them off her.

Fran dusted a little powder over her nose, stepped back, nodded then smiled and left.

“Ready honey?” Ryan appeared.

“Sure am. Are you?”

He glanced down to where a hard-on was showing against the flimsy silk of his

pajama bottoms. “Oh yeah. I luuurve these fantasy scenes. And you make a great

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fantasy partner.” His smile was warm and sincere. “Look, I’m gonna come, you know.

It’s part of this thing. I have to.”

“I know.” Toni nodded.

“I’ve got the condom on already, so I’ll whip it off before the final moments and

come outside you.” He looked thoughtful. “I know this is your first time really fucking

on camera, sweetheart. Just relax, okay? Say anything you want, but stay away from

those fake squeals, if you know what I mean.” He shuddered.

“Ryan?” Toni looked at him, all muscles and blue eyes and sweet charm. “Do I get

to come too?”

“Do you want to?” His face turned sober as he returned her gaze.

Toni made a decision at that moment. She was as horny as she’d ever been in her

entire life. She’d been too damn long without a good fuck and was already halfway

there after her morning’s experiences. Who better to end the drought than Mr.

Gorgeous with a hard-on that had her name on it.

She gulped. “Yes. Yes, make me come. Make my eyes roll. I want this to be a take to

remember.” She reached out and rested a hand on his bulging biceps. “Don’t go easy on

me either, okay?”

Ryan’s eyes narrowed and he licked his lips. “You sure?”

“Very sure.”

He gave a brief nod then moved past her into the bedroom. A few moments later

Toni’s heart thudded as she heard the call for silence.

“Quiet on the set.”

She knew what to expect. A few more seconds would pass while the camera began

rolling, then “and…action.”

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Chapter Six

Toni tapped on the door.

“Yes?”

“Room service, sir. You asked for some pillows.” Her voice was firm, surprising

Toni, since pretty much all she could think about was getting fucked. This was probably

why porn films didn’t have a whole lot of dialogue. Who the hell could remember it at

times like these?

“Come in.”

She opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind her. “Where would you

like them, sir?”

Ryan tapped the bed next to him and smiled, spreading his legs and showing his

erection beneath the pajamas.

Toni’s gaze dropped appreciatively. “It doesn’t look like you’ll be needing anything

else tonight.”

His hand reached for hers and Ryan pulled her gently down onto the bed. “I can

only think of one thing.”

His lips grazed hers as his hands slid up her spine beneath the strings of her tiny

top. She drew a breath for her last formal line. “Funny. I’m thinking the same thing

myself.”

And it began.

A slow dance between them, first the move that freed Toni of her top, releasing her

breasts into Ryan’s waiting hands. He was good, very good, lifting them, swirling his

tongue around her nipples, making them hard and aroused with no effort at all.

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Toni realized he was keeping his mouth open and his tongue extended—the camera

must be getting some wonderful shots of her rigid and puckered nubs as Ryan licked

and sucked them. He was turning her on rapidly, finding all the best places to nip and

to tease, doing what he did so well with skill and confidence.

A small moan escaped her throat and she let her head fall back as Ryan grasped

both breasts, pushed them together and worked both nipples rapidly, his thumbs

whirring around them along with his tongue.

Christ, she was getting wetter and hornier by the minute. It was almost a relief to

feel one of his hands at her belly, unfastening the snap of the mini-shorts. They fell

easily, sliding down her thighs to the floor with not one single check on the way. She

stepped out of them and tumbled onto Ryan and the bed, rolling with him and ending

up astride his muscled hips.

“Mmm.” She slithered down to his thighs and reached for the tie on his pants. It

wasn’t in the dialogue, but the tiny murmur seemed appropriate. They could always

edit it out afterward.

The silk parted and Ryan’s cock sprang upward, the sheer condom barely

noticeable over the stark red and purple shades he was proudly displaying. And once

again Toni realized how well this guy was hung. Truly a thing of beauty. She caressed

it, running her hands up and down, lost for a moment until Ryan shifted his hips, lifting

her with a gentle nudge.

She remembered she was supposed to be taking his pants completely off, not

drooling over his cock.

Ooops.

The silk pajamas rolled off Ryan’s legs without a hitch and Toni returned to his

body, resting her palms on his chest and staring at him. “What do you want?”

He gazed back at her. “Everything you’ve got.”

She lifted up and stretched, her breasts full and swollen. “Then take it.”

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Swiftly he rolled her over and stroked her pussy, finding her clit and fondling it

firmly. “There?”

“Oh God, yeah.” Her hips moved toward his hand. “That’s so fucking good.”

Toni let herself go. She forgot that the lights had dimmed a little to add to the

“fantasy” feel of the scene. She forgot the camera was rolling. She forgot there was a

crew observing this moment, recording it digitally for later editing.

She willingly set all that aside and became exactly what she was portraying—a

woman desperate to get fucked.

There was nothing now but an overwhelming, crushing need. And Ryan’s cock and

hands and fingers and what he was doing to her. He pushed her fully onto her back and

spread her thighs wide with one hard push of his hands. She was open to him, her

pussy bared, the air cool against the moisture she knew was already gathering there.

He put two fingers against her cunt and swiped at it, teasing more liquid and

smearing it over her belly and breasts. “I’m gonna fuck you ’til you scream, baby.”

“Do it then. Make me scream.” She bit out the words as his fingers returned,

strumming her clit then diving into her cunt, pushing hard and stretching her, adding

to her excitement.

“You asked for it.” Ryan’s hands pushed against her shins, moving her legs up until

her heels rested on the bed, then even farther, bending her knees and splaying her as

wide as her body would allow.

Only then did he touch her with his cock, a slight brush at first, making her sob.

“Jesus, fuck me. Just fuck me, don’t tease me like this…”

Toni squirmed beneath him, her knees almost touching the bed either side of her

head as Ryan reached down and positioned himself.

“Oh yeah, baby. I’ll fuck you.”

And he did.

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One powerful thrust and he was inside her cunt, huge and hot and filling her to

capacity and then some. It was—wonderful.

In spite of Ryan’s warnings, Toni couldn’t help but let out a tiny whimper. And

when he started to thrust, the whimpers turned into moans that refused to stay within

her throat.

It was just too fucking exquisite to live through in silence.

She arched her spine as much as she could, pushing her clit into Ryan’s thrusts,

meeting his body with her own, driving herself further and further along the path to the

best moment of all.

Ryan was silent now, his body hammering into her, the sounds of their fucking

loud in the room, echoed only by the panting breaths that underscored his fierce

pounding.

“Fucking shit…” It was a harsh groan.

Toni opened her eyes to see Ryan’s face sweating and his hair flying around with

the force of his movements. His gaze was fixed on her pussy and his cock, his hands

holding her legs apart as if he could force himself even deeper by sheer willpower.

“Christ, I can’t fucking believe you…” He pulled out of her with a grimace that

could well have been pain or ecstasy and turned her roughly onto her stomach, shoving

some of the extra pillows beneath her body.

Nerves thrumming, blood pounding in her ears, Toni lifted up so he could stack

them beneath her belly, positioning her ass on the very edge of the bed. Ryan was now

standing, staring at her ass, his cock rigid and gleaming.

Wantonly, she spread her knees, knowing her cunt and her ass were open to his

gaze. Let him do whatever he wanted. She was close, so close to coming that at this

point, she didn’t care. She just wanted those last moments, those last strokes that would

send her over the edge into long-denied oblivion.

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“Good, baby. So good.” Ryan stroked her ass then slapped her, the sound ringing

loudly around the silent room.

He thrust into her cunt and slapped her again. “Shit yeah.”

These weren’t the viciously loud thwacks that Nick had dealt Suze. No, these were

sharp, stinging moments of painful pleasure that made the blood rush hurriedly to her

pussy and her ass.

She moaned, a low deep sound that she managed to muffle in the linens. God, this

was so great. Her heart was pounding like a drum and her body wound tight as it

waited for the final release. At last.

“Gonna make you scream, baby. Scream just for me.” Ryan picked up the pace once

more, his balls slapping loudly against the backs of her thighs. This time he was going

really deep inside her cunt, stroking strongly against every slick inch of her inner

muscles. The tension he created traveled through her entire groin, making her ache and

shiver as the delicate skin around her clit moved in tandem with Ryan’s thrusts.

“God—” Toni cried out the word from the depths of her arousal, her spine dancing

with electric tingles, her hands clenching in the linens as her orgasm crept inexorably

toward completion. “Yeah, oh yeah…please…”

Ryan pummeled her, his cock a piston, his hips the drive shaft of a finely tuned

auto doing a hundred miles an hour.

Toni was completely unable to hold anything back.

This was the moment she’d missed. The moment she’d almost forgotten. The long

seconds that stretched into eternity—that timeless instant before climax.

Her hands fisted full of sheets, her head turned to one side and she gritted her teeth

as she squeezed her eyes shut.

And screamed.

Every muscle in her belly went into spasm, her cunt latching onto Ryan’s cock with

a grip so fierce it was almost painful when he pulled out. She throbbed and whimpered,

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riding the clenching fury in her own private universe, scarcely aware of the hot wetness

that Ryan had spurted on her back all the way from her ass to her shoulder blades.

She shuddered again as aftershocks rattled her, the long-overdue orgasm making

its presence known with continuing ripples of sheer pleasure.

Finally, she sagged onto the pillows and groaned.

There was silence all around her, a thick surprising silence.

Then “Cut.”

And loud applause spontaneously burst out, shocking the crap out of Toni. She

carefully opened her eyes and found herself looking directly into the lens of the camera.

She vaguely heard people talking.

“God, she’s good.”

“Ryan’s never been better.”

“That was the best cum shot I’ve seen in years.”

“She does one helluva job faking it…”

“No need for any more takes on that one. It’s in the can.”

Toni smiled a tiny private smile. She was content, her body humming with

remembered pleasure—and nobody but Ryan any the wiser to the fact that she hadn’t

faked a damn thing.

Then she noticed a pair of brown eyes staring at her. It was Paul, partly hidden in

the shadows behind the camera.

He wasn’t saying anything, just gazing at her intently as a bead of sweat rolled

from his forehead to his chin, catching the light and sparkling as it fell. He shifted

awkwardly on his chair, never looking away from her face.

She blinked as a sudden certainty swept through her like a bolt of lightning.

Paul knew she’d come.

For real.

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* * * * *

Several hours later, as the sun was dipping low into the ocean, Paul found himself

strolling along the beach beside Toni.

When they’d wrapped the last scene, she’d vanished, gone before Paul had the

cameras secured. He hadn’t missed that look, that soft glow on her face that screamed,

“I’m done.”

He’d homed in on it, connected with it, almost been part of it. Shit, he wanted to be a

part of it. He wanted to be the one putting that half-smile on her face. In private.

Somewhere there were no cameras or lights or anybody else for miles around.

And then he wanted to do it again.

He’d struggled with this whole thing during the evening, not knowing what he ate,

barely listening to Suze and Nick as they squabbled with each other over dinner and

avoiding everything but his thoughts.

Toni had finally appeared when dessert was done. She shook her head when Fran

offered her food, saying she’d eaten something before she’d gone upstairs for a nap.

Whether she had or not, Paul didn’t know. But he could take a pretty good guess

that she hadn’t napped. The strain was showing around her eyes. He was probably the

only one who noticed, since he was trained for that stuff, but still…it was there. And he

wanted to stroke the little line away from between her eyebrows.

He’d gone to her, reached for her arm and led her firmly away from the arguments

brewing around the dining table. “We’re going for a walk. Don’t kill each other while

we’re gone.”

His comment had been lost, but Paul didn’t care. He just wanted to get away from it

all for a little while—with Toni.

She’d changed into cut-off jeans, not short ones like so many women wore, but

comfortable-looking ragged ones that stopped just above her knees. With her simple

sweatshirt above it, she looked like any California girl—a beautiful one, of course—just

enjoying the beach and the sunset.

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He grabbed her hand and tugged on it. “Talk to me.”

His words broke the silence that had fallen between them as they’d left the house

and walked down the short path onto the sand. Her sandals dangled from her other

hand and she dug her toes into the soft whiteness beneath her feet with a grin.

“About what?” Her gaze flicked up to his face, then away again.

“I dunno. Anything.” He looked around. “Dogs.”

“Dogs?”

“Yeah. You like dogs?”

“Sure.” She sounded puzzled.

“Good. Because I think one’s coming over to say hello.”

With an eager trot, a dog was indeed coming over to greet them, whuffling and

doing doggy type things that meant he was happy to see them.

“Awww. Hi, boy. Aren’t you a cutie?” Toni cautiously held out her hand and let

him sniff it.

Apparently, the critter had good taste, since he promptly licked Toni’s fingers, then

bumped them with his nose.

“Want a scratch, huh?” Toni obliged with a laugh, ruffling his ears and making a

friend for life.

Paul watched her. She was so natural, not a thought for her nails or her makeup or

anything other than petting her new best buddy.

Lucky dog.

Finally, the animal decided he was content and took off for the edge of the water

and a stray seabird that had dared to intrude on his territory. They strolled away from

the barking.

“Cute pup.” Toni brushed her hands on her jeans.

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“Uh, yeah.” Since beneath his shaggy coat, the “pup” was probably a hundred

pounds and then some, he supposed the word “cute” was a girl thing. He had to agree,

though. It was a nice dog. “So you like dogs. Did you have one growing up?”

She shook her head. “No.”

Paul took her hand once more. “Hey. You were going to talk to me. Remember?”

She sighed. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to sound abrupt. No, I didn’t have a dog.” She

shrugged. “I didn’t have a father either. I had a mom, but she…”

Paul waited, their fingers intertwined now, a comfortable grasp he found himself

very much enjoying.

“She wasn’t what you’d call a candidate for mother of the year. Ever.” Toni stared

out at the darkening sky. “Probably why I’m so scared of all this.”

Paul thought about that. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s a common enough story, Paul. Young single mom, no man around, little

money…followed by too much liquor and a parade of men introduced to me as uncles.

If they were, my mom had a bigger family than she ever told me about.” She sighed. “I

hated that part of it. I found books were more use to me than being nice to my uncles.”

“Did they—did you—” Paul wasn’t sure how to ask the logical question.

“No.” She smiled at him. “I’ll give Mom that, at least. She kept them away from me.

Besides, with my coloring—well, it’s obvious I’m a mutt.” Toni chuckled without

rancor. “I’ve never looked at myself as anything other than who I am. I forget

sometimes that people only see my skin. Not the rest of me.”

She stopped then, pulling Paul to a standstill. “You know, you’re the first person

I’ve told that to.” Toni stared at him. “You really are amazingly easy to talk to, aren’t

you?”

Paul cast a brief thought back over his most recent relationships. “Thank you. And

you’re the first woman to tell me that, if you want the truth.”

“Really?”

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“Yep.” He urged her onward toward the rocks that broke the shoreline a little way

ahead. “Maybe I just don’t care to listen to what most of ‘em have to say.”

“Or maybe they’re just too busy lusting after your body?” Toni giggled.

“There’s that too.” Paul smiled back.

“Oh look.” Toni pointed to the rocks. “Something’s sparkling over there. Let’s go

see.”

They walked to the rocks together, carefully picking their way around the smaller

pebbles so that Toni wouldn’t hurt her feet. “Coooool.” She stared at a tidal pool that

looked as if it was glowing slightly. “I saw a TV show on that stuff once.

Bioluminescence.”

“Yeah. Sure, that’s what I thought too.” Paul nodded sagely. “Whatever.”

“No, really. It’s a bunch of plankton type thingies. Can’t remember the name of ’em,

but they glow if the water gets disturbed. There’s a place in—I think it’s Puerto Rico—

where there’s tons of them. The water glows if you swim in it at night.”

“Someone must have a lot of free time.”

“Honest. No kidding on that. I put visiting Puerto Rico on the top of my dream list

after I saw that show.” She sat down on one of the rocks that had been dried and

warmed by the sun and watched the light slowly fade.

“What else was on your dream list?” Paul picked a spot behind her, swung himself

down and pulled her back to rest against him between his legs.

She curled into his body quite naturally. “Oh all the usual things. Travel, kids, a

family…a home of my own. The ability to grow decent fingernails. You know. Kid

stuff.”

“I guess becoming a porn star wasn’t up there?”

“Shit, no.” Toni choked out a laugh. “Not even close.”

“And yet here you are.”

She was quiet for a minute or two. “Yes. Here I am.”

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“Toni? This afternoon…your scene with Ryan…want to talk about it?”

A big sigh lifted her shoulders and she leaned back comfortably into Paul’s chest,

resting one hand on his knee like she was in an armchair. “Not much to say.”

And there it was. The instant when Paul realized exactly how different Toni was to

any other woman he’d met in years.

She didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t want to ask him what he thought, if her

face had looked all right, if she’d done this or that right for the camera. She didn’t ask

for reassurance or compliments on her body or her technique. She didn’t do any of the

things Paul discovered he’d come to expect. She really had nothing to say.

And oddly enough, at that moment Paul found himself wanting her more fiercely

than any woman, ever.

His arms crept around her. “You came, didn’t you?”

She lowered her head, not turning, not looking at him. “Was it that obvious?”

“Probably not.”

“I couldn’t help it.” She mumbled the words. “I told Ryan not to hold back. I was

too…nervous, too tense, too strung out, I suppose. After the morning…”

“I know. I understand.”

With a sigh, Toni leaned to one side and rested her head on Paul’s arm. “Yeah. Of

all the people here, I think you probably do.” She moved slightly. “What’s scary is that

it really didn’t mean anything. It was physical, pure and simple physical release.

Like…” She stumbled for words. “Like a good sneeze that’s been hanging around for a

while, you know?”

Paul couldn’t help laughing. “I get the point, but that’s a pretty crazy way of

explaining it. There she blows…”

Toni laughed too. “Yeah, well I couldn’t come up with anything better off the top of

my head.” She shivered.

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“Come on. You’re getting cold and I reckon a good night’s sleep will help a lot.”

Paul stood and held out his hand.

Toni took it, then paused. “Thanks, Paul.”

“For what?”

“For this.” She nodded at the twilight beach. “For bringing me out here. Listening

to me yak. For understanding.” Toni moved closer and leaned toward him, kissing him

on the cheek. “For being my friend.”

His arms slipped around her like it was the most natural thing in the world. “I’m

afraid I want to be more than your friend. You know that, don’t you?”

She swallowed. “Yes. I know.” She tipped her head to one side and studied him

through the growing darkness. “And for the record, I think it’s kind of an interesting

idea.”

Paul nodded. “We’ll see.” He smiled as she stifled a yawn. “But not tonight. I’ve got

a headache.”

“Okay.” He paused. “Don’t let me forget to give you a box of tissues for our next

time together.”

Toni blinked at him.

“In case you sneeze.”

She laughed, and this time, she took his hand, an easy move that sent tingles down

to Paul’s cock. He could have had her, right here on the beach, with the waves lapping

at their toes and the darkness covering their naked bodies. He knew it all the way to his

bones.

But for once, he was going to wait, to let the heat between them build some more. It

was all happening so quickly, in a place where sex was—well, to use Toni’s words, little

more than a good sneeze.

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He didn’t just want to fuck her. Well, he did, but not just a simple fuck—he wanted

sex with Toni to be more than that for both of them. And he knew, deep down all the

way to his balls, that it would be.

In an easy and relaxed silence, they walked back along the beach and into the

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Chapter Seven

Toni wasn’t the only one who slept late the next morning, although she was

probably the most surprised. It wasn’t like her to crash and not move until the sun was

high in the sky, but that’s exactly what she’d done.

She stumbled into the shower, hoping to shampoo some sense of order back into

her brains along with her body. She was foggy from sleep and wondered if she was

supposed to be doing anything more than pulling herself together.

Her last scene would be filmed this evening, so she finished her ritual and

shrugged, figuring if anybody’d wanted her, they’d have woken her before now.

Slipping into her shorts and a tank top, she grabbed her sandals and noted the

growling of her stomach. There had to be something to eat somewhere downstairs. Fran

was too good an organizer not to have a muffin lurking around with Toni’s name on it.

Sure enough, there was food in the kitchen, along with—thank you, Fran—coffee.

Snagging a plate and a few delectable pastries, Toni filled a mug and decided to take

her breakfast outside.

She wasn’t the only one who’d succumbed to the lure of a crystal clear California

morning. Tiffany sat comfortably in the shade of one of the big patio umbrellas, her feet

up on a padded chaise, a bottle of water beside her and—to Toni’s surprise—large

glasses perched on her nose. She was apparently doing a crossword puzzle.

Toni hesitated. There was the whole etiquette thing to consider. How, exactly, did

one say good morning to a woman whose husband one had fucked enthusiastically the

day before?

Where was Miss Manners when you needed her?

Tiffany turned and saw her. “Hey. Come on over and join me.” She put the paper

aside and took off her glasses. “I’d love someone to talk to for a while.”

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“You sure I’m not disturbing you?” Toni walked to the table and rested the plate on

it, holding her coffee in her hand.

“Shit no. I’m bored, if you want the truth.” She frowned. “Sorry. I’m trying to watch

my language.”

Toni blinked. “You are?”

“Yeah. The baby might hear.”

“Oh.” Toni pulled out a chair and sat down. “Guess moms-to-be have to worry

about that sort of thing.”

Tiffany giggled. “Don’t know about other ones, but I sure do.” She rested a hand on

the curve of her belly. “This little one’s gonna have enough to deal with. So we’re trying

to keep it clean, you know?”

“Sure.” Toni sipped her coffee. “How you feeling?”

“Good. I think this rest is what I needed.” Tiffany stared morosely at her feet. “Of

course, I’ve kinda given up on my ankles. Guess I won’t get those back until after I give

birth.” She sighed. “Not easy.”

“I believe you.”

“Especially seeing you all sleek and gorgeous.” Tiffany smiled at Toni.

“Oh hel—” Toni caught herself. “Oh good grief.”

“No, seriously, Toni. You’re really really stunning. Haven’t you seen yourself in the

dailies?” Tiffany blinked.

“Uh, no.”

As a matter of fact it hadn’t occurred to Toni to see herself on the replay of the day’s

filming. She knew what she looked like naked and didn’t really have the urge to see

herself having sex. That was just on the other side of kinky pervert stuff.

Tiffany leaned back. “You’re really not the usual kind of actress on these things, are

you?”

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“There’s a usual type?” Toni picked up one of the pastries and took a moment to

appreciate the artistic dollop of chocolate cream on top of it.

Tiffany sighed deeply. “Yes. And if you share that, I’ll tell you about it.” Her gaze

fixed on Toni’s hand.

“Um…”

“I shouldn’t. Not good for me or the tadpole. But I swear, if I don’t get a mouthful

of that I will kill.” She grinned. “Unless you’ve got some avocado on you. Got me a

fierce craving for that too, now and again.”

With a sympathetic smile, Toni broke the pastry in half and shared it. She just

hoped she wasn’t contributing to any nasty medical complications in a mother-to-be.

“Mmmm.” Tiffany surrendered to the bliss.

Incredibly, her nipples hardened at the tips of a very ample set of breasts. Whether

it was hormones or a really good plastic surgeon, Toni had no idea, since they were

draped in a loose cotton maternity top. All she knew was that apparently a chocolate-

covered, cream-filled pastry was having a very sexually arousing effect on Tiffany

Spalding.

Toni took a bite. It was good, but not that good.

“Damn. This is better than sex.” Tiffany licked at the cream and savored every flaky

crumb.

“If you say so.” Toni wasn’t sure how to answer that one.

“Okay, I’m kidding. But it’s close.” She sighed. “And you’ve had Ryan. So you

know what a compliment I’m paying to the pastry here.”

Toni gulped, coughed and grabbed for her coffee.

Tiffany laughed out loud, then looked anxious and clutched her belly. “God, if you

could see your face. And I shouldn’t laugh. It makes me pee.”

“Sorry.” Toni wasn’t quite sure where to look, but she knew she was blushing.

“You caught me by surprise there.”

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“It’s okay. Really.”

Toni wrinkled her nose. “I don’t get it, Tiff. How can it be okay? You’re sitting here

next to a woman who f—sorry—who got intimate with your husband yesterday. Doesn’t

it feel weird?”

The other woman smiled. “It used to. Back when Ryan and I were first married. But

we knew that our marriage was the real thing.” She shifted a little on the chaise. “It’s

only sex, Toni. That’s all. Something we’re both good at and something that we make a

lot of money from. It’s bought us a nice house and a good start for the tadpole.” She

tapped a finger on her belly.

“Yeah, but still…” Toni paused. She couldn’t get her head around the idea that

one’s husband fucked other women on a regular basis.

“Look.” Tiffany gazed calmly at her. “Sex is a physical activity. Like…like…a

martial art or something. You do it and then it’s over. Ryan’s very good at it. It’s his job,

his career. It was mine too until recently. But…” She tipped her head toward Toni and

stared at her intently. “It’s only a job.”

“Okay.” Toni knew she probably sounded doubtful.

“What matters is that at the end of each day, we go home—together. We make a

life—together. A marriage is a helluva lot more than ripping up the sheets with night

after night of hot sex. It’s being there when one of us has the flu. It’s being there when

the other one catches it as well. It’s grocery shopping. It’s cooking dinner or eating out.

It’s talking and listening and doing laundry and paying bills.”

Toni listened as Tiffany made her point emphatically.

“It’s about the love that covers so much more than just sex, Toni. Do I wish

sometimes that Ryan and I were real estate brokers or something? Sure. He gets a zit, I

get bloated—whatever—there’s good days and bad days. But the sex? It’s only a job.”

Toni shook her head. “I’m in awe.”

“Of what?”

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“You’re so—so—normal. So well-adjusted.”

Tiffany chuckled. “All part of the deal, Toni. If we weren’t, it wouldn’t have worked

and we’d be divorced by now.” She leaned back and closed her eyes. “Mind you, if we

hadn’t been able to adjust, if we’d been more the star types…” She made little air-quotes

with her fingers, “…it would have been a disaster from the beginning. Most

relationships that form within the business crash and burn pretty damn quickly.”

“Can’t say I’m surprised.” Toni spoke with feeling. She still couldn’t quite grasp

Tiffany’s complacent outlook, but shrugged. It did work for her and Ryan. The soft

glow on Tif’s face was clear evidence.

And when she jumped… “Oh Toni…”

“What?” Toni jumped too.

“Look.” Tiffany stared down at her belly. There was a tiny movement beneath the

soft cotton. “Tadpole’s awake.” She held out her hand. “Come say hello.”

Toni carefully stood up and went to the chaise, letting Tiffany take her by the wrist

and rest her palm over the fluttering inside.

The two women gazed at each other in a moment of pure female delight that was

completely new to Toni. “Oh wow…” She breathed out the words. “That’s Tadpole,

huh?”

Tiffany nodded. “Yep.”

“Wow. Hello, Tadpole.”

“Cool, huh?”

“Honestly? Scary as hel—all get out.” Toni blinked and withdrew her hand.

“Yep.” Tiffany laughed and nodded. “You know what else is scary?”

“What?”

“I can’t do my toenails any more. You got time to help me out here?” She reached

into her bag and came up with a brilliant red bottle of polish.

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“Sure.” Toni smiled. “Gotta keep Mom looking her best.” She sat on the end of the

chaise by Tiffany’s feet.

“You’re a doll. I’m not keeping you from anything, am I?” Tiffany sighed with

pleasure as Toni moved her feet into position and shook the bottle.

“Nope. I’ve got my last scene tonight. And I’m not sure where everyone else is at

the moment. I slept late.”

“I know Ryan’s working with Suze on the scene for tonight. And I think the others

are filming Nick in the gym. Weights and stuff. Just a few shots to cut into the movie if

the need them.”

“Ah.” Toni put a thin coat on Tiffany’s left foot and blew on the nails. “At least

that’ll keep things quiet.” She glanced up. “Do Nick and Suze always scream at each

other?”

Tiffany frowned at the question. “They’ve never been buddies, that’s for sure.

Nick’s an…” She put her hands to her lips and mouthed the word asshole.

“I kinda got that impression.”

“He’s a camera hog, which doesn’t endear him to anyone he works with. But he’s

good, looks good and has a lot of fans. I guess it’s the bad-boy thing.” She shrugged.

“This time though…” She paused, the frown deepening. “This time, well Ryan told me

he didn’t think Nick was himself.”

Toni switched feet. “What do you mean?”

“There’s something edgier about him this weekend. That mean streak’s gotten a

whole lot wider and meaner and his temper’s on—like a knife edge or something.” She

pushed hair behind her ear. “Ryan thinks he noticed a bit of a shake in his hands. And a

mood swing that wasn’t real typical of Nick, although he’s a moody jerk at the best of

times.”

“So what’s going on with him? He stressed or something?” Toni blew on the second

set of nails, admiring the blood red polish.

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“’Roid rage.” Tiffany whispered the words.

“What? What the f—heck’s that?” She was getting better at this clean language

thing.

“Steroids.” Tiffany grimaced. “Nick’s been using. Stacking ’em maybe.” She

glanced at Toni. “That means using steroids with some other stuff. Like in a stack, you

know?”

“That’s bad news, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. At first it’s all muscle and cool stuff. But too much and other things start

happening. And you get a temper that can turn real bad real quick. Out of control.

That’s why they call it ’roid rage. Ryan reckons Nick’s on the edge of those other things.

Bud has to have noticed. If he hasn’t, he’ll know before we’re done here because Ryan’s

gonna drop a word in his ear.”

Toni absorbed that piece of information as she finished the second coat. “That’s too

bad. Hate to see stuff like that sneak up and mess with people’s heads.”

“Me too. Of course, there wasn’t much in Nick’s head to mess with from the get-go.

It was all in the other head.”

Toni glanced up and met Tiffany’s gaze.

There was silence for a moment or two then both women began to laugh.

Leaning against the kitchen doorjamb, someone else laughed too. Paul had been

quietly observing Tiff and Toni as they sat and chatted and did that girly stuff—nail

polish. His nose wrinkled. That shit stunk to high heaven.

He’d finished with Nick, thank the good lord, after an hour of trying to get him to

slow down, flex his muscles not his mouth, and generally do what he was told. It had

been—fucking hell.

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Now he had to go sit in on Ryan and Suze’s setup meeting, just to make sure he had

the camera in the right place and the lens cap off. It wouldn’t be much more than that,

since Paul knew what the hell he was doing. But he had to do it anyway.

He’d stopped in the kitchen for a bottle of water and seen the little snapshot of girl-

talk outside under the umbrella.

It had been a picture he couldn’t resist, so he’d moved quietly to the door and just

watched, overhearing a little of the conversation but mostly enjoying the scene they

made.

Blonde and beautiful Tiffany, glowing—yeah, to Paul’s amazement, pregnant

women really did glow—in the sunshine. And at her feet, intent upon her job as toe

painter, Toni. Dusky and natural, quite at home straddling the chaise without a thought

to what she looked like. The sun dappled her incredible skin and backlit the spiky black

hair as she moved.

She didn’t seem to notice any of it. There was no preening or posing. No endless

chatter about herself, her footage, her scenes or her future.

Nope, from what Paul could tell, these could have been two women anywhere

sharing a moment, bonding over girl-stuff. And Tiff was smiling, chatting—having a

good time talking to Toni.

Toni wouldn’t know, but Tiff wasn’t one to get friendly with just anybody. She was

selective and could freeze people with a few words if she wanted to. It was a skill she’d

had to learn when she started dating Ryan. Too many porn actors thought that doing

sex on screen gave ’em a license to do it off screen as well with whoever they wanted.

Tiff had shut that one down pretty damn quick.

Paul winced.

Kari hadn’t. He looked out over the patio and realized once again that it had been

way too long since he’d met a “normal” woman. One who wasn’t so deep into the

business that she’d gone under six months ago and was simply drowning in sex. He

wasn’t sure if he’d ever talked to Kari as easily as he’d talked to Toni.

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Sure as shit he couldn’t have done it now—Kari would have been too busy telling

him all about her latest fuck-fest.

And it left a bad taste in his mouth, for more reasons than one.

He stared out at Toni wondering at himself for the attraction he knew he felt all the

way to his bones. And it was so soon too. She was laughing about something, an easy

smile curving those lips.

Shit. He was half hard just watching her mouth. Yeah, he lusted after her but not in

the way he was used to. He wanted to fuck her so bad he could damn near hear his cock

begging for it.

But he wanted to hold her too. Sleep next to her and wake up to her face on the

pillow. There was a shitload more going on in his head—the one on his shoulders—

than there had been before with Kari. And there was a lot going on in his other head

too.

It was like his brain had decided to get in on the action with this woman. Like she

was a rainbow of colors he wanted to explore, not just a simple black and white fuck.

He shook his head and took a drink from his water. This was too freaky and he had

work to do. Still, he’d keep an open mind to the possibilities. He wasn’t about to rush

her. She’d said she was his friend and that was all too often an “f” word for guys.

Whether they’d end up more than friends? Well, he wanted that. But he’d wait a bit

and make sure she was okay with the idea before he did anything about it. He wasn’t a

Nick-type macho stud taking pussy without asking.

Of course, a guy couldn’t be blamed for thinking sex. It was what they did. A lot.

Especially here where naked people were all over the place. So he’d see what

developed—if anything.

And do his best to keep his hard-on under control around Toni. Even if it took a

bottle of iced water down his shorts to do it.

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He turned away and headed upstairs, pushing the image of Toni and Tif away for

now. Tonight would probably be tough though.

Toni would be in the hot tub. Slick and naked.

And masturbating.

Gritting his teeth, Paul lowered the chilled bottle to his fly—and held it there for all

of two excruciatingly painful seconds. It worked, but shit, it wasn’t much fun.

* * * * *

“Here. You might enjoy this.”

Fran held out a large glass with something creamy and frothy in it, along with

skewers of fruit and an umbrella.

“What is it?” Toni took it and blinked.

“My world-famous piña colada. People would kill for my secret.” She grinned. “I

haven’t shared it yet. But I think you’ll enjoy it.”

“I’m sure I will.” Toni nodded. “It’s okay with them?” She motioned upward to the

balcony where Paul had one camera set up to film her before the main scene with Suze

and Ryan in the bedroom.

“Yep. All part of the business. A few props here and there make it look natural.

Make you feel natural too.”

“Yeah.” Toni snorted. “It’s really natural to go strip off, jump into the hot tub

and…er…do—well, you know.”

“Relax.” Fran chuckled. “It’ll be over before you know it.”

“Thanks.” Toni walked toward the pool area. “Better mix up another batch. I might

need one when this is done.”

“Already in the blender.” Fran called after her as she turned and went back inside.

Good to know.

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Toni waited a few moments, uncertain, not sure if she’d get a cue or not. This was a

little odd, since there were no cameras or lights in her face for this scene. She would

simply do what came naturally to a naked, horny woman in a hot tub.

The idea was that she’d be watched by Ryan and Suze from their balcony. They

would then rediscover their passion for each other after their fantasies and all the other

stuff. And, of course, consequently fuck like minks on camera.

“Okay, Toni. You’re up.” Paul’s voice sounded from above. “Go for it.”

There was the clack she’d come to expect at the start of each take, so she moved to

the side of the hot tub, put her drink and her towel down on the carefully landscaped

rock table next to it and slowly walked into the bubbling waters.

It was blissfully warm, heating her skin and taking away the little chill from the

night air. There were blue-green lights beneath the water and a couple of accent spots

on the flowers, but that was pretty much all. She’d be a silhouette against the colors, a

moving shadow of sexual pleasure.

Of course, she had to get naked first.

Dunking her shoulders beneath the ripples, she stood again, letting the water sheet

down over her body, lifting her hands to the back of her neck and turning into the right

position.

She’d had the seat pointed out to her, the one spot that caught what little ambient

light there was and could be captured without interference from the balcony. Moving

slowly, she reached behind her and undid the top of her bikini, swiftly pulling the

halter strap over her head and tossing it to join the towel.

With a sigh that was one of genuine pleasure, Toni slipped to the underwater ledge

and sat down.

It was pretty damn good, all things considered.

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Now what? Hmm. Toni thought for a minute as the water lapped around her

breasts and she spread her arms wide along either side of the tub. The drink. Yes, that

would be ideal right about now.

She reached for Fran’s award-winning cocktail, pushed the umbrella to one side

and took a sip through the blue straw. She managed not to choke, but it was close.

Apparently Fran’s secret involved—among other things—twice the rum and half the

pineapple juice.

But damn, it was one helluva drink. Toni took another couple of sips and felt the

liquor seeping through her muscles, relaxing her.

A tiny drop of icy condensation dripped from the foot of the glass onto her naked

breast, tumbling down to catch on her nipple. It was a chilling touch from an icy finger

that burned into her body like a lover’s kiss.

“Mmm.” She couldn’t help the moan since the water was lapping away the cool

moisture with heated tongues and turning her on.

This is gonna be easier than I thought.

She set the glass down and brushed both hands down over her breasts as if pushing

away the droplets. Then she cupped herself, lifting them from the water, touching the

nipples gently as they beaded in the cool breeze.

Remembering she was supposed to be in character, not sensually sloshing in her

own private paradise, Toni glanced around as if checking to make sure she was alone.

Of course, she was.

Sort of.

If she ignored the fact that Paul was on the balcony shooting her while the others

got ready for some intense fucking behind him.

She wondered how he stayed so sane in this sexual insanity, then dragged her

thoughts back to what she was supposed to be doing.

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Shifting to her feet once more, she slithered from the bottom half of her bikini with

a smile, making sure she turned a little so that Paul could get a good ass shot. He’d said

she had a nice ass.

He was so sweet. And cute. And hot. And easy to talk to. And hot. And—fucking

hell. Toni had to concentrate or she’d be doing take after take all night and her toes

would wrinkle.

“Just go with a fantasy, Toni.” He’d grinned when he said that. “Do whatever

makes you feel good.”

You’d make me feel good.

Yeah, that thought was going to hang around for a bit. Nothing she could do about

it. But the kiss of the water against her naked skin distracted her a little. Bubbles were

popping and bursting gently around her as she sat down once more, this time letting

her legs float and her body lift a little, bobbed by the current the jets were creating

within the tub.

It was—delicious. Decadent even. There was something incredibly sexual about the

feel of naked flesh and water meeting without any clothes in the way. Toni was cradled

in the hands of an element molding itself to her, around her, in all the places that were

usually protected or covered against such a touch.

She felt slippery and free and more than a little aroused, just from the experience of

skinny-dipping. What on earth would it feel like to have the ocean around her and be

naked?

Without much effort on her part, her hands drifted once more to her breasts. She lay

back, resting her head on the edge of the tub and really floating now, simply enjoying

the sensations of water bubbling around her, caressing her spine, playing along her

thighs—and if she moved an inch or so to the right—oh fuck, yeah. Right there.

A stream of bubbles softly tickled her pussy and she couldn’t help parting her legs

to give it better access.

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Her hands slithered down her body over her hips without hesitation, stroking up

and down, emphasizing the kiss of the water as it lapped at her, a thousand hungry lips

touching her in all the right places.

Fuck, she was turned on by this, no question about it.

Slowly, she turned over, an easy movement that brought her ass out of the water to

meet the cool air. Moving to the side of the tub, she reached for her drink, lifting her

breasts as her chest emerged from the foam, loving how the bubbles slid away and

clung to her nipples before dropping back down.

This time, she touched the icy glass to her body, her head falling back as the shock

made her shudder. Hard buds welcomed the cold burn, her pussy throbbed and one sip

was all she could manage before returning to her sensual cocoon.

With scarcely a thought, Toni plunged a hand between her legs, finding the precise

spot that ached to be aroused even more.

She was a mermaid, a water sprite, a nymph belonging to a world where

everything was rippling sensation, liberating flutters of liquid over and around her

body. She squeezed her breasts with one hand while the other began the delicate

strokes that would send her flying further into the vortex.

She loved this, loved playing like this in the water. And here, now, in this

decadently luxurious hot tub—well, it was a helluva lot better than her bath and her

vibrator in her small apartment.

There, she bumped her knees on the hard porcelain. Here she could sprawl, could

let her nipples bob into the air or beneath the surface. Here she could part her legs as

wide as she wanted, get the best access to all the right spots, lean back and know that

the weight of her body was held gently buoyant within the blue-green waters.

Toni knew she was a sensual woman. She knew her body, had no issues with

exploring it or examining her own responses to a variety of stimulations. She enjoyed

sex—with the right partner—and had found enormous pleasure in the exhausting

session with Ryan.

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But this—this moment of private arousal—well, it was doing more to relax her and

get her body thrumming than most of what she’d seen and done here at the beach.

All she needed was a willing partner. The right partner.

And the image of Paul flooded into her mind like a dam bursting.

Oh God, he’d be good. She just knew it. He’d know how to touch her—like this—

and how to prolong the exquisite moment—like this.

She felt the texture of her own liquids as they flowed from her pussy to cover her

fingers and lose themselves in the hot tub. Yeah, Paul would like this.

Lazily, she floated, a body trembling with knowledge of its own response, a brain

leisurely turning over the possibilities, a woman adrift in a sensual spell.

Which was shattered moments later by a loud yell.

“Cut.”

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Chapter Eight

Caught unawares, Toni flailed and ended up spitting out a mouthful of water.

Fucking shit. Just as she was getting to the good part too.

“We’re finished with your bit, Toni. Thanks.” Paul waved, a dark shape against the

light behind him in the master bedroom.

Idly she waved back.

So it was done. Over. She’d played her role and apparently everyone was pleased.

Well, hell.

She could get back into her bikini and go upstairs. She could finish her drink, get

back into her bikini and go upstairs.

Or—

She could just relax. Enjoy this idyllic evening in a fancy garden, surrounded by a

hot tub, a primo cocktail—with umbrella—and flowers. Naked.

Toni grinned. Was there any question? Shit no. She was as human as the next

woman.

Sighing, she let the tensions ease a little, just lying in the water, enjoying the weight

that had slid from her shoulders with that final “cut”. She could breathe now, unclamp

that part of her mind that had been tied up in knots for the past few days, and simply

enjoy the moment.

The pool beckoned. Without a second thought, Toni paddled to the edge of the tub,

stepped onto the convenient rocks and over into the swimming pool, groaning a little at

the colder water. It was heated, of course, but still a bit of a shock after the toasty

bathwater she’d just left.

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But the dip was bracing and Toni swam the length of the pool, frolicking and

playing underwater, then on top, once again exploring the incredible sensation of

freedom. This was how humans were meant to swim. Naked as the day they were born.

The cooler currents swirled and tugged at her, nipping at her toes, nuzzling her

pussy and teasing her nipples with soft clinging kisses. Her movements were sure and

free, since there was nothing to constrain her body, no fabric pulling or tugging, no

elastic digging in anywhere at all.

It was untrammeled pleasure, sensual delight and the most amazingly wonderful

experience. It was also cool enough that two laps were quite sufficient to send Toni back

into the steaming pond of her hot tub.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, easing her body down onto a different

ledge this time, one shadowed from the landscape lights and lit only dimly by the

underwater floods.

Her breasts were sensitive, nipples taut and aroused by the passage of the cool

night breezes.

Toni let the water play around her pussy, parting her legs, closing them, opening

them again, finding the currents that teased her clit with tiny touches of movement that

owed their existence to nothing more than an air pump.

She closed her eyes and rested her head back on the ledge. This time was for her, for

the simple ecstasy of a woman’s body in a natural environment.

She let her mind wander where it wanted, relaxed and at ease.

This whole experience had been—well, the word “surreal” came to mind. She’d

done it, though. She’d been naked. Been aroused by a woman and fucked by a man,

neither of whom she knew very well.

And—in all honesty—she’d enjoyed it. Enjoyed the chance to use her sexuality

selfishly and solely for her own advantage for once. It had been something unique in

her world.

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Would she make a career out of it?

Toni opened her eyes and stared at the sky. That would be a difficult question to

answer.

With a gentle rumble, the therapeutic jets in the hot tub buzzed to life, a dozen

massaging streams of water turning the bubbles into foam and the water into a living

mass of turbulence.

And catching Toni right between the legs.

“Oh sheeeeeit…”

A bolt of electric shudders swept through her veins as the jet caught her pussy,

danced over her clit and burst to the surface of the water along with her gasp. It was

exquisite, arousing and incredible.

Toni moaned, her body awakening once more to a sense of its purpose, a need for

the welcome explosion only the touch of a lover—or a hand—could bring.

She swallowed and rode the currents, eyes closed, lifting one hand to tug on her

nipples, to heighten the pleasure of these moments.

As her fingers slid down to her pussy, stroking the folds, parting them, opening her

clit to the onrush of bubbles, she remembered Suze’s mouth on her—right there.

She remembered Ryan’s hard cock, reddened, swollen, sinking in to her body and

hammering her into an orgasm.

Above all, she remembered a pair of dark eyes, a head topped with tousled surfer

hair and a laugh that warmed her all the way to her toes. He’d kissed her—lightly—

teased her, walked with her and listened to her.

Of all the experiences she’d had, he was the one whose face lingered in her mind.

Paul.

Would he know how to touch her? How to delve into her pussy and find those

exquisitely sensitive places? Would he use his tongue, perhaps, or his fingers as he

stared into her eyes?

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And maybe his cock would be reddened and hard, or perhaps it would be ridged,

purple—whatever it was, Toni admitted she’d take it. Anyway he wanted to give it. For

the one man who’d touched more than her body these past few days wasn’t a porn star

at all.

He was a cameraman. He was Paul Whittaker. And he wanted to be more than just

a friend.

Toni knew she wanted that too. It was outside the business of sex, outside the porn

movie, outside the confines of a fancy house on the beach.

As she stroked her body in all the ways that aroused her, Toni knew that her

interest in Paul went beyond this movie experience.

It was the simple meeting of a man and a woman who had found something they

both liked in each other.

Although he’d seen her naked, of course. She hadn’t seen him that way—yet. Oh

God, she wanted to.

Tension rippled through her muscles as the thoughts of Paul, naked and touching

her, ran crazily across her mind. She wanted him between her legs, crushing her body,

licking and biting her nipples, her clit—anywhere and everywhere.

She drowned in the fantasy of fucking Paul, of doing it over and over again in so

many ways she lost count.

Her hand had found the perfect spot—her breath was short and explosive and

within moments she knew she’d come. It was the penultimate moment, the incredible

blinding seconds before orgasm.

Toni’s lips parted as she sucked in air and breathed one word.

“Paul…”

“I’m here.”

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The sound of his voice shattered the spell and Toni gasped, choking and thrashing

around in surprise. She opened her eyes to see Paul, standing alone on the edge of the

hot tub, his eyes ablaze, his shirt crumpled in his hand.

She gulped, unable to draw her gaze away from him, from the nicely tanned and

muscled chest, from the strong arms and hands that even now were reaching for the

snap on his shorts.

He’d heard her. He’d been watching her—for how long, she had no idea. His feet

were bare which was probably why she hadn’t noticed him, although she’d managed to

lose herself in her fantasy pretty damn deeply. He probably could have clattered over

the stone patio in clogs and she wouldn’t have heard him approach.

There was a flush in his cheeks, visible even in the low light from the tub. His eyes

were fixed on her, her body, her hands, her face. He was absolutely eating her up with

his hungry stare.

And God, how she wanted to be eaten. Her body was sizzling with the interrupted

need to come.

Paul knew.

He unsnapped his shorts, his chest rising and falling as he moved to the very edge

of the tub. Beneath the khaki, his cock was a sharp, hard bulge. Other than his first two

words, he hadn’t said a thing.

Neither had Toni.

She didn’t need to. She knew—he knew—

“Paaauuulll…”

The loud yell came from upstairs and both Paul and Toni jumped.

His lips curled into a snarl. “What?” He yelled back without taking his eyes off

Toni.

“Need you. Can’t get the replay to run right.” Bud sounded irritated in the quiet of

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Toni saw the muscles flex in Paul’s jaw as he fought for control. Would he leave

her? Or would he turn his back on his job and take her, fuck her right there in Bud’s hot

tub?

She knew the answer before she’d finished the thought. She was getting to know

Paul better than she’d realized.

He sighed and re-fastened his pants then reached down and picked up his shirt. He

looked intently at her. “We’re not done.”

The heat jumped between them with the force of static electricity in a massive

thunderstorm. Toni could’ve sworn the hairs on her body lifted away from her skin.

“You and me. We’re not done.” Paul turned on his heel and padded back toward

the house. “We haven’t even started. But we will.” He tossed the words quietly over his

shoulder. A promise, a statement—whatever they were, they traveled through Toni’s

body to her pussy and sat there making her aching flesh realize that it was also empty.

That her cunt needed filling with something that only Paul could give her.

Ryan could’ve fucked her all night and it wouldn’t have done a damn thing for her.

There was the muttered sound of curses as Paul stepped on some gravel or

something, then he was gone.

She heaved out a huge breath that seemed to have been stuck in her lungs forever

and clambered out of the hot tub, her knees shaky and her heart pounding like a drum.

“We’re not done.”

The echo of Paul’s voice lingered in her ears. He was right. They weren’t done. But

possibly, tonight, they would be.

Not here though, not out in the open. If there was going to be anything between her

and Paul, Toni knew one thing with absolute certainty. It was going to be private and

involve just the two of them.

Off camera.

Alone.

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She wrapped the towel around her body like a sarong, grabbed her suit and her

drink and made her own way quietly back indoors and upstairs to her room.

And all the time she could hear Paul’s words in the back of her mind. “We haven’t

even started. But we will.”

She could hear them as she showered off the residue from the hot tub. And she

could hear her brain screaming at her for being an idiot. It was all she could to not

whack herself in the head with a baseball bat for saying Paul’s name as she almost

came. It was bad enough to say it aloud but to have him standing there when she did?

Shit. Shit, shit and double shit. Talk about embarrassing.

Her body still ached to feel Paul, though. Every sexual fiber of her being wanted

him even though she’d known him for such a short time. Sure, he was gorgeous, had a

great body and made her feel really good in a variety of ways, but that didn’t change

the fact she’d met him only a few days ago. She had no doubt that he was basically a

decent man. But in spite of that, she wanted to do some really indecent things to him.

As she dried off, Toni realized the dampness between her thighs hadn’t come from

the shower. Her nipples were tight and sensitive.

Yep, there was no question about it. The shower hadn’t done anything except rinse

her skin clean of the scent of chlorine. The rest of her was still turned on.

* * * * *

Was telling her they hadn’t started a little too cocky?

Why did Toni say his name when she was lying in the hot bubbles of the tub? Paul

kept asking himself the same questions over and over. He knew what he wanted the

answers to be but couldn’t convince himself they’d be ones he’d get.

If he had stripped naked would she have started giggling and pointing? Or would

she have passed out after one look at the massive size of his Love Monster?

All these questions raced through his mind. For a man who was pretty secure in all

aspects of his life, he was suddenly a little flustered. Make that a lot flustered.

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Paul lay on his bed in the room next to Toni’s, thinking. It wasn’t unusual for him to

lie in bed thinking. He did it all the time. Most of the time though, he didn’t have a

hard-on while he was doing it. Sighing, he tried to wipe the image of Toni out of his

head. The problem was his other head wanted nothing more than to see her. All of her.

He closed his eyes and the vision of her dark skin, coated with bubbles, jumped

back into his memory. The way the droplets of water clung to her as she lay in the

ripples. Her fingers caressing the lips of her pink flesh. He drooled with the urge to lick

those folds and taste the sweet nectar of her pussy.

This wasn’t helping.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her and before too much more time had passed,

Paul knew one thing for certain.

He had to see her.

The damned twenty minutes he’d wasted showing the guys how to do the playback

hadn’t helped things. All it had done was give him time to start worrying whether he’d

misunderstood, overstepped their friendship, threatened her, been rude to her, scared

her off…

Paul dropped his head into his hands and gave up the battle. His bold comments

needed to be either explained or—or—acted out. He wanted her. That was a given. She

wanted him. She had to, he hoped. Sure, she’d dropped the friend comment once and

every guy knew that was a definite bomb when it comes to wanting to do the nasty.

But then again, what did he have to lose? Maybe she’d tell him to fuck off.

But it was his name she’d whispered in the tub.

With an encouraging squeeze of his cock, Paul took a deep breath and decided to go

start things, now. What he’d say was still a mystery but he was a man following a

primal voice.

The voice of his cock urging him to go claim his woman.

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Within moments, Paul knocked quietly on her door, wondering if she was still in

the shower. Still naked.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Paul.”

“Paul who?” Toni opened the door with a grin, tying her silky robe around her. So

much for naked in the shower.

He walked into the room inhaling the warmth she radiated, her perfume, the scent

of soap and shampoo. Reaching back he closed her door with a slam and just stared into

her dark eyes.

She stared back silently, her smile fading as something hot blazed to life behind her

gaze. A bolt of lust made him shudder, and Paul grabbed Toni’s face in his hands. He

held her cheeks between his palms and kissed her with a burning heat that had swelled

within him. All the moments he had spent watching Toni naked combined into a need

that engulfed him with desire. He wanted her so badly that he ached with it, a solid

physical pain that only Toni could ease.

His tongue danced with hers and they melted together, lips meeting once, twice

then parting, only to return with more eagerness, more force each time.

He could feel Toni weaken as her body relaxed against him, limp and willing.

Nothing about him was limp—everything was rigid and hard. Her eyes were closed and

her tongue and mouth pressed into him. He wanted her so badly he was almost shaking

with it—and she hadn’t stopped him so she must want him too.

If he didn’t hear otherwise in the next half a second, he was going to take her.

Spinning their bodies around, Paul pushed Toni up against the door. He lowered

his hands from her face to her neck. She stared up to him and gasped as his fingers

drifted to her shoulders and opened her robe. The cold night air drifted against the

white-hot passion in her body and he saw her nipples harden. For him.

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Paul stepped back as he pulled her robe completely away from her. She was

gorgeous. Her skin was perfect, her body was perfect and his stomach nearly rumbled

because he was so fucking hungry to taste her.

He couldn’t wait any longer for the first course of his meal.

He dropped to his knees and let one hand drag up Toni’s leg. He could feel the

goose bumps erupting on her skin as he lifted her calf, grabbed a handful of her tight,

round ass and nuzzled his face against her beautiful, slippery pussy.

Toni’s moan said it all.

She let out a deep lingering sound of pleasure when he licked the slit and let his

tongue flick against the hardened bud of her clit. She was unbelievably delectable.

He squeezed her ass and let his thumb spread the labia on her pussy, giving him

access to the sweet nectar inside. Paul lapped up her juices hungrily, feeling like a

thirsty dog at a water bowl.

He felt Toni’s hands on the back of his head, tugging at his hair as he sucked and

licked her pussy. Her leg draped over his shoulder and he simply couldn’t get

enough—he needed more, needed to delve deeper into her. To disappear inside her

slick body and never come out again.

But there was so much more on the menu for him to savor.

He moved away from her and wiped his fingers over the sweetness still on his lips.

Looking up, he saw Toni’s eyes, wide open, watching him, deep pools of desire he

could drown in. She was breathing quickly, her breasts moving up and down with each

panting gasp and tipped by the tight points of her dark nipples.

As he rose, she reached forward and grabbed his hips, pulling him to her, kissing

his neck and struggling to get his shorts undone. His cock was straining to be free and

Toni wanted to release it. He wasn’t about to protest.

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Paul put his hands against the door on either side of Toni’s head as she kissed and

nipped his neck and chest. With a quick snap and rustle, his clothes fell to the floor. He

closed his eyes for an instant as he felt the soft brush of silken skin drift down his body.

A warm, wet cocoon wrapped around his cock and he groaned. Looking down he

saw Toni’s lips around his cock and himself disappearing into her mouth and throat.

Her fingers toyed with his balls and she hummed as she sucked him, a gentle vibration

that was as electrifying as a bolt of lightning. He held back his urge to thrust forward

although it took a lot of teeth-clenching to do it.

He wanted to fuck her, right then and there. To spend hours in bed fucking. He

longed to reenact all the scenes from the movies he’d ever filmed. All three thousand

two hundred and sixty eight scenes. Give or take.

Paul’s jaw locked as Toni sucked hard on the head of his cock and squeezed the

muscles in his tightened ass. He watched her tongue flick over his cock and when she

glanced up at him, he saw she was smiling around him even as she swirled a sheen of

her saliva over his entire length.

“I want you so fucking bad.” The need in his throat nearly choked him.

Toni licked his cock once more and sighed against it, a breath of air that could easily

have been a sledgehammer since it made him shudder fiercely.

“We’ll need protection.” She looked uncertainly at him.

Paul glanced around the room and saw a small music box on top of the table near

the door. He couldn’t really walk anywhere at this particular moment, of course, since

his shorts and underwear were around his ankles. Opening the music box, the tinkling

sound of a Christmas ballet began to play and he found what he had hoped was inside.

This was Bud’s house, after all. “I have one like this in my room too. With these in it.”

He held up the little gleaming foil miracle.

Toni grabbed it from Paul’s hand, ripping it from the package and sheathing his

rock-hard cock. With a smile she stood up. “Time to take this to bed.”

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Paul grabbed her hip before she could turn and pushed her against the door once

more, leaning his weight into her softness. “Right here. Right now.” He kissed her again

and reached down. His hands cupped her ass and he lifted her, loving her moans, the

sounds of pleasure she made as he began to kiss her neck. Her forehead lowered to rest

on his and she wrapped her legs around his hips, locking her ankles behind him.

His cock was ready and as he bent his knees it was no problem at all to find Toni’s

hot opening. With a hard thrust he entered her, plunging deep, stunned by the

sensation of the boiling heat that enveloped him. It was enough to make them both

moan.

“Paul…” She whispered the word against his skin.

He almost came, right at that moment. Just from entering her hot pussy as their

bodies melted together. He bit her shoulder where it curved into her neck, a gentle nip

he soothed with his tongue, then pulled his hips back, only to ram deep into her again.

The door creaked as they found their rhythm. Toni panted in and out, a matching

tempo as Paul played her body like a skilled musician. It seemed an endless moment

out of time, a boundless journey, as they fucked. Over and over again he sank into her

wet depths, sweating and taut with the strain yet unable to think of anything but being

buried in her fiery cunt.

Paul’s head thumped against the door as he sank deeply into her pussy one last

time. He froze, submerged inside her.

“What’s wrong?” Toni breathed, “Oh God, don’t stop—please don’t stop, not

now—”

“I-I can’t hold back much longer.”

Toni leaned forward and panted into his ear. “It’s all right. Honestly. It’s all right.

Just finish. We have all night and I want to feel you come inside me. Make me feel you.”

She took a deep breath. “Hard, Paul. Hard and fast.”

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Paul knew his hands were tightening on her ass as her words seeped into what was

left of his brain. His body was rigid and stiff and with a massive thud, he slammed into

her, forcing a small squeal of excitement from her throat.

He was blissfully ready to explode. Groaning, plunging, with Toni’s legs squeezed

around him like steel bands, he could feel the juices from her pussy sliding down the

front of his legs as he hammered against her again and again. The door was bowing out

from the pressure of each sexual thrust.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…” Paul threw his head back as his orgasm thundered over him.

He was lost.

Toni’s vision blurred and she shook her head a little, trying to clear it as Paul

grimaced with ecstasy.

She tightened every muscle of her sex as much as she could and licked him, tasting

the salt of his sweat as he shattered inside her.

The spasms of his orgasm vibrated through Toni’s pussy. His essence was filling

her and she wished she could feel his hot seed coating her inner walls. Paul groaned

and she felt his hands weaken and tighten on her ass along with the throbbing of his

cock.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled an apology. “I couldn’t hold it. You got me crazy. I

just…”

“Shh.” Toni sucked in a breath and kissed him. “Oh God, I want to fuck you, Paul.

You’d better watch out because next time I’m gonna tear you up.”

“Mmm. Go ahead and kill me, Toni. At least I’ll die happy.” He hugged her tightly,

then eased their bodies apart.

“If you want to clean up, it’s through there.” She motioned toward the bathroom,

then smiled as he shuffled across the floor with his pants around his ankles, finally

losing patience with them and kicking free halfway there.

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Toni made her way to the bed and plopped down on it after pulling the quilt aside.

She was sticky and tingly and hadn’t come yet, but she was smiling just the same. It was

every bit as good as she’d imagined. More so, really. It was like Paul knew all the right

moves, the right places. She leaned back against the pillows then blinked.

She could hear his voice coming from the bathroom.

When he came out and shut the light off, she was still puzzled. “You got a cell

phone on you someplace I don’t know about?”

“Huh?” He looked confused.

“I heard you talking in there.”

“Um, yeah.” Self-consciously he glanced down at his cock, lying softly and

contentedly between his legs. “Me and the big guy were just chatting about stuff. Man

stuff, you know?”

Toni really wanted to roll her eyes or laugh her ass off. But she restrained herself,

merely nodding. “Lemme know the next time you guys talk about stuff. I’d love to listen

in. Maybe pick up a few tips.”

“Neither of us think you need any help in that department, sweetheart.” He was

staring at her body as she lay with her arms crossed above her head and her eyes barely

open.

In the time it took her to draw a breath, the bed dipped and when she lifted her

head to look down her body, all she saw was blonde hair between her legs. There was a

viper’s tongue attached to the hair and it was invading her pussy with extreme

pleasure.

She groaned. “Oh fuck. I don’t know where you learned this but don’t stop doing

it.”

Oral sex wasn’t new to Toni. There’d been several men before Paul who’d tried it.

One ate her pussy like he was painting a fence, another drooled all over her pussy

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making it more like a swamp than anything else. Paul knew exactly what he was doing

—and she could tell.

Each time he’d lick her slippery flesh his tongue would rub against her clit. Toni

arched her back as she felt Paul slide his index finger into her hot cunt.

“Oh my God…” Toni spoke softly, surprising herself since she could have sworn a

scream was building in her throat.

He continued licking her pussy and all around her clit as he gently fucked her with

his finger. Not hard but steady, and the mixture of his licking with his rubbing inside

her pussy was driving Toni ever closer to the edge. Her hand dropped to his head and

she ran her fingers through the silk of his hair, loving the yummy sounds he made

while licking her. Her other hand grasped one of her breasts and she squeezed gently,

letting the hard nipple poke out between her fingers.

Toni closed her eyes and let all the pleasure roll through her. She smiled and nearly

laughed aloud when Paul began to hum some strange song as he sucked on her pussy.

He pulled his finger almost all the way out and began to move it in a circular motion at

her opening. Burying his face against her and sucking hard on her clit and juicy flesh,

he hummed again, sending vibrations up Toni’s spine and this time making her cry out

as the shudders of her orgasm began.

“Right there, right there—oh fuck, ohhhh…”

Paul flicked his tongue and sent Toni over the edge. He hummed his little song

again as she stretched out her legs, shaking, tensing until she couldn’t think of anything

but the need to explode. The waves and spasms crashed into her, ripples of pleasure

that drowned her and tossed her body into a sea of white fire.

As she eased and tried to catch her breath, Paul kept his head between her thighs,

soothing her with delicate laps and kisses.

“Quit it,” she said on a hoarse chuckle. “That tickles.”

Paul finally pulled back and sat up, looking at her happily. “I love eating pussy. I

could do that every day, all day.”

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“Okay.” Toni sighed and stretched languorously. “You’re hired.”

He crawled slowly up Toni’s body, kissing her dark skin on the way. He stopped at

her breasts and licked his lips. “You know, I feel bad.”

“Why?”

“Well, I spent all that time eating your hot pussy and I think I’ve ignored these

perfect breasts. I wouldn’t want to seem like I don’t appreciate them.” He leaned his

head down and sucked in one of her nipples.

“Mmm. Like them, huh?”

“What’s not to like?” He switched sides and kissed the other nipple.

Toni shivered and shifted beneath him, reaching for his shoulders. “Roll over, Paul.

You can’t have all the fun, you know.”

Paul obediently rolled onto his back, his gaze on Toni tossing the pillows off the

bed and then easing her leg over his abdomen and straddling him.

“Seems like your friend here’s been taking a rest. Let’s see if he wants to play

again.” Toni scooted her body down then brushed her wet pussy over his semi-hard

cock.

Paul shuddered.

The warmth of her swollen flesh on his cock made things wake up pretty damn

quickly. He watched Toni roll her hips from side to side, a sensual grind that rubbed

her pussy against his sensitive erection. The wetness of her flesh embraced the shaft of

his cock in a moist kiss that would have wakened the dead. Paul was far from dead.

Within moments, his stiff cock was pressed flat and he wanted to beg her to lift up so he

could bury his cock deep where it needed to be.

“Mmm.” She purred, a wicked grin curving her lips. “I think he’s ready.”

Paul reached his hands toward Toni’s hips but she batted them away. “No

touching. You stay still this time. In fact…” She tilted her head and considered him for a

moment or two. “Put your hands over your head. This time, I get to call the shots.”

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She sheathed him in the condom she’d picked up from the bedside table, quickly

and efficiently, her movements telling Paul that she was still eager to take him, eager to

fuck him her way.

He was all for that, so he simply obeyed, catching his breath as she reversed her

position and stroked his thighs, running her fingertips up the insides and cradling his

balls gently in her palms.

Then Toni arched her back, moved her body upward and finally lowered down

onto Paul’s thickened cock with slippery ease. Her cunt was hot and wet and gloved

him perfectly as she took control and slipped her bent legs alongside his chest.

“Damn, this is so fucking hot, Toni. Just incredible.”

Paul drifted into sexual euphoria as his goddess began to slowly fuck him. Having

a gorgeous woman fuck him was his—and every man’s—fantasy. Now he was living it

and drinking in every second of pleasure she was giving him. She was so tight, so real.

His instinct was to grab her hips and pound deeply into her, but he fought it, trying

to remember she’d told him to keep his hands up above his head and to not touch her.

To not stroke her beautiful coffee-colored skin. To not hold that firm round ass or her

perfect supple breasts.

Like a sensually erotic Chinese water torture, Toni slowly fucked him, moving up

and down to her own rhythm, one that found an echo in the throb of his cock and the

pounding of his blood in his veins.

“Jesus, Paul, you feel so good, so incredible. I had no idea I’d ever…”

Her voice tapered off and Paul could feel her reach for her pussy as she kept

fucking him. Her fingertips brushed against his cock as it slid in and out and her inner

walls were squeezing his cock as she kept to her slow deliberate pace.

Paul wasn’t sure if his eyes were going to bug out or his head explode. She was

slowly driving him crazy. “Fuck, Toni.” He gasped out her name. “You’ve got me ready

to come again. Shit, I don’t know how you’re doing what you’re doing, but it’s driving

me nuts…” Paul closed his eyes, straining to hold back.

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“Damn, yes, I’m right there, right there…” Toni’s arm moved as she stroked herself

and her pace quickened along with her breathing. “Oh God, oh yes. Almost…”

Her words were fuel to Paul’s fire. He felt her wetness seep between his legs and

over his balls as her juices flowed from within her hot cunt.

“Touch me now, touch me…Paul—”

Paul grabbed Toni’s hips and tried to force himself upward into her pussy,

matching her downward thrusts. He slid his hands up her back then drew his nails

down along her spine.

“Holy Christ—” Toni choked out the words. “Yes—I’m coming—” She reached

down and cradled Paul’s balls, gently squeezing them in her slippery palm.

Paul felt her pussy flex around him and couldn’t hold back a second longer. His

hips thrust upward and his toes curled as he surrendered and erupted in a volcano of

passion.

“Jeeeeeesus.”

He felt his cock spurt hotly, deep inside Toni, flooding her over and over again. His

heart pounded in his chest like a hammer and every muscle in his body locked taut as

he rode out an orgasm to end all orgasms. If he died at that moment, he’d have a smile

on his face that would last forever.

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Chapter Nine

It was dark and quiet, the ocean outside a barely whispered accompaniment to the

sound of two people panting heavily. Paul and Toni were completely spent, lying

limply on the bed and covered by a tangled sheet. Toni’s leg rested comfortably across

Paul’s and she’d tucked her head against his chest.

Paul sighed. “I think my cock may be out of order for a while.”

“Uh oh.” Toni snuffled and rubbed her nose on his skin. “I killed him, didn’t I?”

“At least he died happy.”

“Remind me to tell you about my talent for reincarnation.” Toni snickered and

reached beneath the sheet to give Paul’s cock a quick caress.

“This sucks.” He frowned.

“What does?”

“I have to get up early and meet with Bud. Then I have to go over the shots to make

sure we got everything he wanted. And I heard some investor might come by to talk

and Bud wants me there. My morning’s gonna be shot to hell.”

“How terrible.” Toni sighed dramatically and lifted her head. “My morning’s going

to be rough too. I have to sleep in, then I have to eat breakfast, maybe do a little

shopping and then, to top it all off, I have to pack. It’s gonna be…horrible.” She sniffled.

The silence spoke volumes.

Paul smacked his lips and cleared his throat. “You know there are times when a

good spanking is definitely needed.”

“Promises, promises.” She laughed and gently stroked her fingers through the hair

on his chest. “Paul?”

“Mmm?”

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“I really don’t know if I want to do this.”

Her voice had turned serious and Paul shifted to try to see her face. “Do what?”

You mean us?”

“No, no. Not us. Us is great.” She blinked, her eyelashes brushing his skin. “I’m

talking about the film. The whole acting in a porn movie thing.”

“Oh. That.” Paul found a wave of relief sweeping over him, but tried to keep it out

of his voice.

He really liked Toni. Not just because she was beautiful, sexy, great in bed, smart,

possessed a superb ass and had perfect white teeth. He just liked her. She wasn’t fake or

preoccupied with herself. She was interesting to be with, enjoyed other people—she

was just totally real.

“Yeah, that.” She thought for a moment. “I don’t know how to explain it. The

people I’ve met here are really nice. And I’d never judge anybody because of what they

do, whether they’re porn stars or whatever. This has been a totally professional group

and they treat the whole thing like the job it is.” She laughed a little. “And I can’t lie—

the sex was great.”

“Why, thank you.” Paul puffed out his chest and smirked.

“I meant with Ryan.” She lifted up on one elbow and grinned at the frown on Paul’s

face. “Don’t sweat it. You aren’t too shabby in that department either, Mr. Stud

Cameraman.” She tickled his stomach.

“What are you going to do, then?” Paul watched her expressive face.

“Honestly? I don’t know.” She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. “I’ve got an

education. Some marketing courses under my belt and plenty of experience selling

products. But this—the adult movie business—it’s a little too close to selling me, you

know? It’s all about sex, all the time. In the last three days I’ve had a woman go down on

me, a guy fuck me silly and met you. Which wasn’t a bad thing, of course, but you catch

my drift.”

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“Um…you sure you’re okay with us? Here?”

“Oh yeah. Most definitely.” She stroked Paul’s chest with her hand, letting it linger

over where his heart beat inside. “It’s just that being with you—well, this is the real

thing. Honest sex. Something I wanted to do with a man I wanted to be with. I’m afraid

that if I ended up doing porn movies for a living, it would change things. That I might

end up slipping into someplace where the pretend and the real got muddled up.” She

sighed. “I’m not explaining this very well, am I?”

Paul shook his head. “No, I get what you’re saying.” He wondered if he could make

her aware of just how much he did understand. “I just got out of a relationship that was

completely fake. I hadn’t realized how fake it was until recently and it was with

someone in the industry. I told myself that was it. No more dating anyone working in

this business.”

He smiled wryly. “I wasn’t looking to meet someone else. Certainly not so quickly.

But I like you Toni—a lot. On a whole bunch of different levels than before. I can talk to

you about all kinds of stuff, not just movies. I’d like to spend time with you. To get to

know you better, away from all this.”

Toni sighed and snuggled against him. “I like you too, Paul. We kinda jumped into

the sex stuff. I guess. Maybe because of where we are and what we’re doing all the time.

And then, of course, there’s your incredible animal attraction that got me real hot under

the collar.” She giggled. “Or whatever I wasn’t wearing at the time.”

She rested her fingers over his lips as he took a breath to answer her. So he waited

and let her continue.

“What I’d like is to get to know you too. To be with you just like two ordinary

people. Grab dinner now and again. Maybe spend a day together doing normal stuff.

With our clothes on.” She paused. “Er—if we date, we can still have sex every now and

again, right?”

Paul pursed his lips. “Jeez, Toni. I don’t know. Let me think about it.”

He thought. For approximately one point two seconds.

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“Okay.”

* * * * *

Late the following afternoon, Toni began to pack the few things she had brought

with her into her suitcase. Clouds were covering the sunshine and just about everyone

was getting ready to head back home. The sun-filled, sex-riddled few days were pretty

much over and done with.

With so much on her mind, it wasn’t surprising that Toni never noticed a thin strip

of light under her bathroom door.

“Leaving so soon?”

She jumped and squawked as she turned to see who the hell was talking to her. It

was Nick, standing in the bathroom doorway and posing like a lingerie model. He had

on a robe and a pair of underwear that left nothing to the imagination.

“Yes. It’s time for me to head home.” Toni was uncertain what to say next. She

hadn’t invited him in. But there he was.

“That’s too bad. I didn’t get a chance to work with you.”

“Yeah.” She shrugged casually. “Luck of the draw, I guess.”

“What about now? I’m always ready for a good fuck.”

A shiver of unease brushed her spine. “Excuse me? I so don’t think that’s gonna

happen. Why don’t you head on out and pack, Nick? I’m busy.”

“What’s wrong, baby? I saw you lookin’ at me. When I fucked that bitch Suze, you

were checkin’ out my cock.” He thrust his hips forward suggestively, pushing the hard-

on beneath his underwear into full sight.

“Nick, I want you to leave.”

“I don’t think so. Come on. Just give me a crack at that tight little ass. Once you

have Nick you’ll never want another guy fucking you.’

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Toni narrowed her eyes, angry at his words. “I don’t know who the fuck you think

you are. But I want you out of here. Now.” It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him

she’d already been warned about him, but she figured that would probably feed his

ego.

He just stared at her. “I’ll leave as soon as we get done. I’ve wanted a piece of you

since we met. Let’s fuck.”

“No.”

He snorted. “All fancy now, huh? You sign on to do porn and all of a sudden you

don’t want to fuck? I saw you and Paul all smiling and flirty downstairs. You fucked

him…”

“I’m done with this conversation.” Toni turned and stepped toward the door but

Nick’s hand shot out and pulled her to a stop.

“You ain’t going anywhere, bitch. Your ass is mine.”

Toni struggled. “Let go of me you asshole! You’re hurting me.”

Ignoring her, Nick pulled her toward him and tried to force a kiss, his tongue

sliding all over her face as she twisted her lips away from his.

Furious, Toni hauled off and slapped his face, as hard as she could.

All it did was bring a nasty smile. “I guess you want it a little rough. I can do rough.

I like rough.”

Her head rocked backward and a strange sound echoed through Toni’s brain. Pain

radiated from her cheek and jaw as Nick backhanded her across the face. She had never

been hit by a man before, swearing that if a man ever struck her she’d have his balls on a

plate.

Nick stood between her and the door and she was hurting, stunned and madder

than she’d been in her entire life. “You fucking bastard.” She lunged forward and

punched any part of Nick’s large frame she could reach, putting every bit of strength

she possessed into her swing.

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He laughed and ignored her like she was a fly buzzing around him.

Then he lunged and grabbed her, ripping her blouse open.

She was almost smothered by his massive arms but that didn’t stop her fighting

back, even though all she had were her hands and feet. She kicked and twisted, finally

lashing out, raking his cheek with her fingernails and feeling the skin tear as she ripped

at him, frantic to break free.

Nick yelled as he let her go at last. “Fuck. That hurt.” He looked at his hand where

he’d touched himself and stared at the blood she’d drawn.

Toni rushed for the door but Nick was quicker. He grabbed her by the hair, yanking

her backward then shoving her at the wall. There was a searing flash of pain.

After that everything went dark.

Until a savage pounding in her head made itself known and she tried to open her

eyes.

Someone was pulling at her legs. When she finally managed to focus, she froze at

the sight of Nick with her underwear in his hand, holding it to his face.

“Oh yeah, I’m gonna enjoy tearing this sweet pussy up.” He paused, smiling, seeing

her awake and glaring at him. “Good. I hate fucking a bitch who’s unconscious.”

The words “steroid” and “rage” flashed through Toni’s brain, scaring the crap out

of her as she fought to scream. She gagged on the cloth stuck in her mouth and couldn’t

push it free since there was something tied around her face holding it where it was. Her

hands were bound behind her and there was no way she could get loose to fight back.

Terrified and about as mad as she’d ever been, Toni knew that all the typical

stereotypes were being played out by this wild-eyed, insane porn stud. She was

helpless and frantic to stop what Nick clearly had in mind. But nothing she did could

loosen the ties around her wrists.

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She tried twisting, kicking out at Nick, at anything she could possibly reach, but all

she did was hit the dresser with her foot, bringing tears to her eyes as the pain shot up

her leg.

“Oh no you don’t. Quit kicking. Trust me baby—you’re gonna enjoy this as much

as I am.” Nick grabbed her ankles and clamped his strong hands around them.

Toni screamed behind the gag but made very little noise and tears dripped over her

face as she watched this asshole look over her body and lick his lips. His eyes were

wide open, his pupils black and huge, and he was sweating. The muscles across his

chest were rigid and gleaming from perspiration.

Oh Jesus Christ. He was going to do this. He was going to rape her and she was

helpless to stop it. At that moment, all she wanted was for him to go away. To have this

nightmare end.

She felt something between her legs and lifted her head awkwardly to look along

her body. Nick’s hugely aroused cock rested on her pubis and he was lowering his hips

to position himself. She squirmed again, trying to fight this…to stop this. It seemed to

do little but fuel his flaring temper and send him even more out of control.

“Fight me all you want, bitch, but I’ll win in the end.” He squeezed hard on her

legs, his fingers hurting her flesh, then spread her wide as he lifted her ass up off the

bed.

Toni closed her eyes and braced herself for the inevitable, teeth locked around the

gag and a scream of fury choking in her throat.

Suddenly he let her go and she thumped back down onto the bed.

Cautiously lifting her eyelids, she saw Paul—with his arm around Nick’s neck,

pulling fiercely against it and making Nick move away. “Get the fuck off her, Nick. Stop

it. Stop it now.”

“Let go of me, you fucking dick.” Nick was struggling to pull Paul’s arm loose,

drops of spittle flying from his lips.

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He tore at Paul’s choke hold, only to find himself flying into the wall as Paul let go

all of a sudden. Nick staggered and fell to the floor.

Paul cursed. “What the fuck are you doing, Nick? Are you nuts? You don’t rape a

woman because she won’t fuck you!” He took a step toward Toni on the bed.

Nick wiped a hand over his face. “Fuck you, camera boy. Just ’cause you fucked her

doesn’t mean she belongs to you. I’ve had my eye on that bitch all weekend.” He pulled

himself back up onto his feet with a snarl. “You should have taken me out when you

could, Paul. ’Cause now I’m gonna have to seriously fuck you up, boy. But good.”

Nick lunged and Paul quickly sidestepped him, taking a swing at him with all he

had, first a solid punch in the gut, then an uppercut that hit Nick squarely on the chin.

But neither blow fazed Nick. Toni watched in horror as he turned and elbowed Paul

in the face.

Unable to watch, Toni closed her eyes, held her breath and waited for the next

move, the next terrifying stage in this battle. Paul wobbled and Nick grabbed him by

the neck, slamming him against the wall. “You dumb ass. Nobody fucks with me. One

squeeze and I’m gonna break your neck.”

“One squeeze and I’ll blow a fucking hole through your hollow skull. Let him go,

Nick. And I mean right now.” Even over the heavy breathing, Toni could hear the clear

sound of a sharp click. It was Suze.

Standing right next to the two men, she had one hand raised to Nick’s head. The

one that cradled a neat gun. Which, as near as Toni could make out, was currently

pressed hard into Nick’s hairline. Suze didn’t mince her words. “You are such an

asshole, Nick.”

“Fuck you.” Still hostile but at least he had the sense to stand still.

“Fuck me? No, fuck you! You steroid-pumping freak.” He turned to sneer at her but

stopped again when he found that Suze was still pointing the gun at him. Directly into

his face this time around. “Yeah. It’s a semi-automatic. Only a twenty-two, but at this

range, I don’t think I’ll miss. My hand’s shaking a little. Might make my finger a bit

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quick on the trigger, huh? You know why it’s shaking, Nick? It’s shaking because I’m so

fucking pissed right now I could spit steel railroad spikes.”

Toni wanted to cheer, to cry, to scream and to beat Nick to a pulp. But all she could

do was wait as Paul stumbled over to her and pulled the thin tank top free of her

mouth.

“Oh God—” She coughed and spat out the taste as Paul reached behind her to undo

the tie of Nick’s robe around her wrists. Tears were pouring down over her cheeks as

she rubbed some feeling back into her arms, tears of humiliation, anger and fear.

For some reason she felt naked—more naked than she’d ever felt in her life. As if he

understood, Paul grabbed her robe from her open suitcase and wrapped it around her,

holding her tight and just letting her cry for a minute or two before urging her to stand.

“Can you walk? Did he hurt you?”

Toni shook her head and blinked away the tears. “Not the way you mean. You got

here in time.” She looked across at Suze. “Both of you.”

“Don’t worry Toni, I’ll take care of this fuckhead.” Suze smiled as Nick looked

down at his feet. Even he wasn’t about to argue with a .22-caliber weapon wielded by a

six-foot Amazon woman.

Together, Paul and Toni headed for the door but before they reached it, Toni

stopped. “Gimme a second.”

She walked over to Nick and glared at him. “Nobody—and I mean nobody—ever

treats me like that.” She looked him straight in the eye as she brought her knee up and

rammed it with a great deal of force into his balls. “You stupid fuck!”

Nick screamed loudly and fell to his knees, retching and cradling his pride and joy.

“You go, girl.” Suze nodded approvingly.

Paul winced. “That’s the second time in a week I’ve seen a woman almost neuter a

guy.”

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“He made me mad. Really really mad.” Toni leaned against Paul and they walked

out of the room together. “I don’t like it when people make me that mad.”

“Got it. Never make Toni mad. I don’t think I’ll forget that.” Paul gulped and led

her downstairs.

* * * * *

Three Weeks Later

Paul closed the microwave door then paused. He could swear he’d heard a thud

outside his apartment. Yep, there it was again. A definite thud, followed by a muffled

noise that could well have been a curse.

He grinned. Toni had finally arrived. Almost on time too.

Walking quickly to his front door, Paul opened it and looked out—then down. Toni

was on all fours grappling with several thick folders, her handbag and two pizza boxes.

“Hello.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “A hand here would be nice.”

Paul could not resist it. He applauded quietly.

She blew a gust of air through her lips. “If you want to eat either of these pizzas, not

wear ’em, I suggest you quit doing that. Like right now.” She growled low in her throat.

“You’re making me mad.”

“Uh oh.” Paul grinned and cupped his crotch. “You gonna hurt me?”

“Depends.” She stared at his hands. “Nah. I wouldn’t be doing myself any favors if

I did.”

Paul breathed a loud sigh of relief then bent to help her. He gently picked up the

most important things. The pizzas. He opened the boxes to make sure they weren’t too

damaged. “Well, that’s good. The pizzas are…umm…” He saw the look in Toni’s eyes

and stopped talking for a moment or two as he helped her to her feet. “What the hell is

all this? I mean I know the pizzas are there, but the rest of it…?”

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A lightning quick smile darted over Toni’s face. “I got it, Paul. We’ve got it. Suze

and me. The very first project we’re working on together. I’m just—well, I’m real

excited. Can’t wait for you to see it.”

“Okay. You want to come in and show me? Or shall I just sit here in the hall and

look?”

“Idiot.” Toni stood and carefully balanced her folders “Watch those pizzas. They’re

still hot.”

“Got ‘em.” He took the precious boxes into the kitchen as Toni followed him in and

shut the door. “I have some microwave popcorn for later.”

He waited for Toni’s response. It wasn’t long in coming.

“Eeeek! You got the actual movie? Oh wow, Paul—” She flung her arms around him.

“I can’t believe it. What a day, huh? Did you have to twist Bud’s arm for it?” She

dropped her stuff on the table and danced around him. “Jeez, I can’t wait to see it.”

“Hold on. Pizza first, then the movie. And tell me your news.” He peered out the

window. “Did you park next to me?”

She nodded, opening one of the boxes. “Yep. I just hope you’re right and number

twenty-three is away on vacation. I hate like hell to park Bud’s car on the main drag.”

Paul passed her a plate and a piece of kitchen towel to use as a napkin. “I keep

telling you, it’s not Bud’s car. It’s a company rental.”

“I know.” She tore a piece of melted cheese off the top of the pizza and slurped it

into her mouth with relish. “Mmm. Good. Got a beer?”

Paul opened the fridge, remembering once again why he was totally crazy about

this woman. “Here.”

“Thanks.” She twisted the top off the bottle. “But the car came at Bud’s orders.

Therefore it’s Bud’s car.”

“It’s his way of saying thank you for not suing him, Nick and-or Four Coin

Productions. And it’s only until you get your own, honey. You know that.”

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“As if I’d sue Bud.” She snorted and loaded her plate. “It wasn’t his fault Nick was

hyped up to the eyebrows. You heard anything about him, by the way?”

Paul led the way into the living room with his own beer and pizza in his hands.

“He’s still detoxing, apparently. They’ve got him off the steroids, but his package just

isn’t the same. Side effects of that shit, so they say. I reckon his career as a super stud

porn star is pretty much over.”

“Can’t say I’m sorry to hear that.” Toni settled on the couch and tucked her jean-

clad legs up under her.

“So.” Paul stared at the folders. “You gonna show me?”

“Okay.” She grinned. “This is it. Our very first project presentation. A series of five

movies, all based in and around a beauty spa.” She picked up the top folder and

showed him the cover. “Isn’t it gorgeous?”

Paul looked it over with an experienced eye, admiring the rich colors and the

merest hint of a woman’s hip in the clouds scudding over the building. “Tasteful.”

Toni nodded. “That’s what Suze said she wanted. If we’re going to sell our ideas

and get our movies funded, Paul, we have to place ourselves into the right niche. We’re

not porn, not in the traditional sense. We’re erotica, sensual erotica, aimed at women. So

we had to get the look right before we could start to market anything at all.”

Paul grinned. “You think it’ll fly?”

“If I have anything to say about it, it will.” Toni nodded her head emphatically. “I

plan on putting everything I’ve got into this marketing plan. I owe it to Suze. And

myself, I guess.”

“You do, Toni. You’ll make it a great success.” He leaned over and gripped her

hand. “I know it.”

Paul did know it. Not long after that eventful weekend at the beach, Toni had called

him and told him of Suze’s proposal. A studio producing adult movies aimed at

women. Stories with plots, scripts, stars who could act as well as fuck and the best

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production values they could possibly manage. And when she mentioned the fact that

Suze had asked her to be their marketing manager—well, the thought of the celebration

they’d had that night still made Paul’s eyes roll.

Since then, Toni had worked like the devil, pouring every moment she had into

something she was excited about. And never once had she ever mentioned appearing in

front of the camera.

“Thanks. That means a lot.” She smiled. “We have the first five outlines, a few shots

from each location, synopses and a list of potential stars. That’s enough for me to start

making calls. Perhaps work up a solid presentation or two. It’s sooo fun.”

Crunching down on a piece of pizza crust, she leaned over and nudged him. “Your

turn.”

Paul smiled as he reached over to the side table and with the air of a magician

pulling a rabbit out of a hat produced—a blank DVD case. “Ta da.”

“Uh…honey? Isn’t there supposed to be a picture or something on the cover?”

Paul rolled his eyes. “There will be. But you were in such a hurry to see the damn

thing I had to swipe this off the pre-sale pile. They’ll label them before distribution.”

“Ahh.” Toni looked suitably impressed. “It’s nice the way you teach me things.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He reached for the remote. “You want popcorn now? Or shall we

wait?”

“Let’s wait for a bit. I’m good with the pizza for now.”

“Okay.” Paul turned on his TV, the surround system, the DVD player and all the

other associated electronic gizmos that a twenty-first century man needs to watch

television.

Toni settled in next to him, nursing her beer. “This is cool.”

He put his arm around her. “Yep. A new movie on a big screen TV, my girl next to

me, beer and pizza. What more can a guy ask?”

They leaned back together as the movie began.

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“What’s that?” Toni nodded at the odd frame references appearing one after

another.

“The cues for the Coming Attractions. They’ll be added to the commercial release.”

“Oh.” She nodded. “Okay.”

“Er, Toni?”

“What?”

“If you keep your hand there, the attractions aren’t going to be the only things

coming—”

The music swelled, muffling Toni’s giggle and the sound of a zipper being lowered.

Her head dipped downward. “Mmm. I sure hope you’re right.”

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