Molly
The rest of my Saturday was spent cleaning my apartment... not because it was dirty, but because I feared running into Trent if I left it.
Tommy came home somewhere around ten. He stopped a few steps in, took an exaggerated breath, and smiled. “What’s up, buttercup?”
“Nothing.” I stared at the TV, pulling my chenille throw further up my body. If there was one thing I hated doing, it was cleaning. The man was on to me with just one whiff of the lemon-scented air. “Stop looking at me like that.”
Undeterred, he plopped himself beside me and waggled a finger. “You only clean when something is bothering you. So, spill.”
The silky fringe on the end of the blanket twisted into dreadlocks between my fingers. “Do you know what a fluffer is?”
His square jaw slackened. “Girl, did you say, fluffer?” I blinked twice. “Of course I do. Why, don’t you?” I nodded. “Wait... why are you asking?”
Morphing into an auctioneer, I said, “Trent wants me to be his fluffer.” Tommy’s eyes widened digesting what I just said. Going once... going twice...
“You get to touch that hot piece of man meat?” And... sold.
“God, no. He just wants me to watch.” Those words sounded just as ridiculous now as they had when Trent said them.
“We need drinks for this.” Tommy sprung up, grabbed a bottle of wine, and poured two healthy glasses before sitting back down next to me. “Go on.”
After my hurried explanation, leaving out the details of the movie I watched with Trent, I knew there was no way I could go through with this. But, the money. God, that money would get me out from under the thumbs of my parents. I made a decent living, but having Tommy as a roommate, and my mom and dad’s generosity, helped afford my plush living arrangements.
“It’s insane, right?”
“Fuck, no. It’s hot.” He set his glass down, pulled my feet onto his lap and started rubbing them. “Honey, I know you’re the prudiest of prudes, but even you can acknowledge how amazing this is. If I understand correctly, you go to the studio, he looks at you, he gets hard...” Tommy’s leg started bouncing. “You watch him have sex, get paid, and leave. I’m failing to see how this is a bad idea. I’d do it in a heartbeat. Unless... you’re attracted to him.”
I pulled my feet off his legs and curled them under my ass. “I’m not attracted to him,” I denied and failed miserably at sounding convincing. “That’s not the point. It’s just... watching someone have sex... someone I barely know.”
“Damn, I wish that man was gay. Want my opinion?” Without waiting for my reply, he continued, “Do it. Why the hell not? Close your eyes if you don’t want to watch. I’d go with you if I didn’t need to work. Take the day off, step out of your comfort zone, and do it. You’re not the one being filmed. But when you get home, I want full details.”
***
My Civic sat idle in front of the gates to Sexland Productions. Tommy’s voice from his pep talk replayed in my head. Taking his advice, I planned on wearing earbuds and listen to music with closed eyes, while reminding myself the money was the only reason for agreeing to such insanity.
Once the guard checked my name on his list, the gates swung open. A loud horn behind me forced my foot to tap my accelerator. Shit. Before I knew it, I was parked in the visitor’s lot and out of my car.
Trent’s name held pride of place on a reserved parking spot. Sun reflected off his pristine black BMW. Voices came up behind me. When I glanced over my shoulder, three gorgeous women in dresses that could have doubled as lingerie walked toward the studio’s entrance.
One of them looked me over with a look of confusion. I could relate since that was all I felt. No, that wasn’t true. I also felt completely out of place. My dark denim jeans, a rock concert T-shirt, and my Chucks didn’t exactly scream “fluffer.” Shit, this was a mistake of epic proportions.
“Molly?” My thundering pulse practically drowned out Trent’s voice.
God, he was gorgeous with his short dark perfectly styled hair and not to mention, those brilliant green eyes that looked more pronounced than normal as he stared at me. He looked so relaxed and laid back in his basketball shorts and a T-shirt. Meanwhile, I was already throbbing with need at the sight of him, and I was still in the parking lot. How the hell was I going to handle what would soon happen inside that studio?
“I can’t do this.”
He lunged toward me and gripped my arm. “Just come in and see the set. You’ll see it’s all just pretend. Please, the director already told me today was my last shot. The crew has other obligations. If I can’t perform, then I’ll be in breach of contract. I know you don’t owe me anything, but if you could please do this for me, I’ll owe you.”
The turmoil in his eyes would have a nun agreeing. “Fine, but do I need to watch? I mean, once you’re... you know, why do I need to be there?”
“You don’t. If it’s too much to handle, feel free to look away at any time once Raven and I start having sex. You can walk around after the first scene, but don’t leave the set because we have two scenes to shoot today.”
“Okay, fine,” I conceded just wanting to get it over with. A few hours of my life, and then I could put this behind me.
“Really?” he asked, surprised.
“Don’t make me reconsider.” If I could’ve dragged my ass any slower, I’d be moving backward.
A devious smirk spread as Trent took my hand in his and let me toward the building. “By the way, you’re my girlfriend.” His body jolted when I stopped moving.
“What? Why?”
“It’s the only way to get you on set without having the proper clearance.”
The space resembled what I imagined a sitcom studio would look like. Really, it was just one big warehouse holding different sets that ranged from a bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, and even a mock bathroom.
Who knew so much went into making a porno? I wouldn’t go as far as saying I was impressed with the operation, more so surprised by the professionalism displayed so far. I wasn’t sure what I expected. Yes, you could hear the moans and groans filtering through the air. And yes, there were plenty of scantily dressed men and women milling around either waiting to be filmed or having just been filmed. But for the most part, except for the sex happening it felt like we could be at any big-budget Hollywood studio making a movie.
The deeper we walked into the monstrous space, the more activity there seemed to be. Trent pointed to the “Quiet on Set” sign flashing on the wall before we paused in front of a classroom set up complete with a naughty teacher slowly removing her clothes before a dozen or so college-aged male students all eagerly watching. On the chalkboard were the words, Sex Education 101. The teacher asked for one volunteer, prompting every one of their arms to shoot up in the air, only for her to end up picking three of them.
While my eyes were transfixed on the hot scene that unfolded a few feet away, I could feel Trent’s eyes on me. Because of it, every cell below my belly button tingled traitorously.
Just as the guys began removing the teacher’s clothing, Trent resumed walking, and I tried not to harp on the disappointment I felt over not watching the rest of that scene. He led us down a long narrow hallway, his fingers tightening around mine when a muscular handsome man approached from the opposite direction.
His gaze cut to my face. “On second thought, don’t wander on your own. Just stay close to me, and you’ll be fine,” he said, squeezing my hand before turning toward the man. “Jett.”
“Trent,” the Adonis responded with a nod. “And who’s this pretty little thing,” he added, leering over my body like I was going to be his lunch.
“This is Molly, my girlfriend.”
Jett’s one eyebrow lifted in a sinister expression. “Girlfriend? Since when? Weren’t you just fucking Suzi a few days ago?”
“I have to be on set,” Trent responded, ignoring his question. He dragged me away from Jett calling over his shoulder, “Break a leg...” And then much lower where only I could hear him, he mumbled, “You prick.”
“Who’s that?”
“Jett Stream.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at his ridiculous name. “Jett Stream?”
Trent’s irritation dissipated and a stunning smile spread over his lips. “Welcome to my world.”
The moment we turned the corner, if I didn’t know better I would’ve thought we were at a romantic campsite. My mouth hung open in awe at how real the setting seemed. The moonlit night, the sound of a babbling brook and crickets chirping in the distance, along with lush greenery and thick tree trunks tricked my logic into believing we were truly outdoors on a warm summer night.
“Wow. Are the sets always this detailed?”
“No. The lower budget films stick to the sets we passed on the way in. The higher the budget, the more elaborate the set. Most of this film will be shot at a log cabin in Yosemite, but we don’t secure that location until next week. Some of the scenes will be filmed here, so we don’t waste production time.”
It all sounded so... Hollywood, for lack of a better word. “So this isn’t just for a porno to be seen on the internet?”
Trent chuckled with a shake of his head. “No. This is a movie for DVD distribution and premium cable pay channels. It has a plot, a storyline, and it just so happens to show the sex instead of fading to black.”
“Oh.”
Trent greeted the men scattered around the large space never releasing his hold on my hand. No one asked who I was, or offered introductions, including Trent.
“Is Raven here?”
“She’s in makeup,” the man adjusting a metal stand holding a microphone said without looking away from his task. “We’re rolling in ten.”
It was only then Trent finally released my hand. He pulled a chair from the corner, waving his hand at it. “You can sit here for now. I need to get to wardrobe and change.”
“Okay.” I plopped my ass down. I wasn’t sure if it was adrenaline, horniness, or anxiety that had me feeling winded and antsy. Or why I pushed my thighs together as intense pulsing took hold of my crotch.