Sent as an admin temp to an adult film studio, Amanda is quickly christened "Ms. Prim." One day, an actress doesn't turn up and Amanda is asked to step in. There's no way she's going to have sex in front of the cameras! That's until she hears how much cash is on offer. And there's a very persuasive cameraman.
Caution – this adults-only story of 6,000 words contains public sex, exhibitionism, oral and vaginal penetration. And the money shot, of course!
"Come on. Let me introduce you to your new acting partner."
He spun around and strode off, and I felt like I was dragged along behind on, tied to an invisible string. That money could buy food. It could go into savings. It could pay the upcoming heating bill. It could do all manner of essential things. Just to have a little bit of a buffer in my bank account would make me so much calmer. Temping from job to job was an anxious life, and I was tired of it. But that cash could help me along and save me from the fear of a dry month.
Still, my stomach was a sick roil of churning trepidation as Luke looked me up and down. He was tall and good looking for a porn guy. Mostly they were hired for their schlongs not their faces, but Luke was a happy exception. He was dressed in a white shirt and jeans, and was holding a cup of coffee while the make-up girl fussed around him.
But he didn't look happy to see me. "Where's Krista?"
Connor shrugged. "Sick. Again. Luke, meet Amanda. She'll be working with you today. Now, be nice, she's new to this game."
"How new?" Luke asked darkly.
"A complete amateur? Hey, isn't she actually your secretary? You want me to work with your admin?"
I drew myself up to my full – alas, petite – height, and glared at him. "You think I haven't had sex before?"
"Sure you have. But in front of the camera?"
I looked desperately at Connor. This was exactly what I was afraid of. How could I perform in front of all these people? Connor suddenly wrapped his broad arm across my back and hugged me. "You like sex, Amanda?"
"Yeah." As far as I can remember.
"So, just enjoy it. Luke, grow a pair of balls, right? Work with me on this. She'll be better to work with than some half-doped old pro who's done it all before. At least Amanda's reactions will be real. Or is that what you're worried about? You think you might not be able to turn her on, under pressure?"
Luke slammed his coffee onto the table, and set his mouth into a grim line.
Connor led me away where a wardrobe assistant darted about me. "Leave her, she's perfect," he told her. "Just sort her hair."
The girl spent a few moments re-organising my hair so that although it still looked like it was in a tight knot, it would come uncurling down as soon as Luke tugged on it. "What's your underwear like?" she asked.
"I don't know…" I stared at her in panic. I just dressed for a regular work day, half-asleep and uncaring.
She chewed her lip. "Strip down, would you?"
My palms were slippery with sweat. This was it. My first test. All around me, the hum and buzz of the working studio seemed to get louder as I slowly unbuttoned my sensible blouse. I opened it and the wardrobe girl stepped up and pushed it off my shoulders. I yelped and tried to grab it back.
"Sorry," she said. "I'm so used to working with…"
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Published February 13, 2013
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.