“That light needs to be higher, Tyrone! It needs to hit them right above the tub.” I pivoted again, “Did anyone turn it on to make sure it actually works? Shelia? Jason? Come on guys! Get with this. Where are my sound guys? Why don’t I see the booms up yet? This isn’t amateur hour here. We’ve got things to do and not much time to prep! When I come back, this set better be cleared and ready for it!”
I walked out of the hotel suite’s bathroom, passing the rest of the bewildered crew in my way. It sucked to be the bad guy, especially since most of these guys knew me when I was the talent. I’ve had to shift the dynamics by taking over the director’s chair. And by the discontented looks I was getting, I was guessing it hadn’t been an easy transition on most of them.
Still, they were getting paid – a lot. Half the crew was Daniel’s, my former agent and producer’s. But once Kylie paid off her debts and finished out her contract, I made the most powerful play I could and stole his crew and his company out from under him. He underestimated my wealth and my vengeance after he threatened to expose me and refused to follow my orders. Now, I was the one behind the camera calling the shots, designing the storylines, taking in the mountains of cash.
Business was been great. It always was with porn, but with Kylie as the star, it really took off. She didn’t know this, though. Even as I walked into the dressing room, I saw her hands shake as she sipped a cup of coffee a crewmember handed to her. If you didn’t know better, you would think this was her first shot.
But together, we had done more than forty – enough to pay her tuition and get her to quit her job at that sleazy nightclub. Just in time, too. Even though no one came out and said it, she was starting to get recognized. Men would stop her and start asking her questions while she worked the front door. Some of the sons of bitches even had the nerve to ask her if she’d fuck them. When I heard that, I fronted the cash she needed to get herself the hell out of that situation.
She caught me in the room’s mirror from her position on the hotel bed. “Wilder,” she said timidly, “I don’t think I can do this. I’m – I’m not ready for it.”
Kylie was innocent, still. Even though she had pretty much seen and done everything there is to see and do, she still knocked me off my feet when she said shit like that. I wanted to hold her, to walk her through it step by step, but today was all about her. Her – and Julie.
I walked towards her, sitting next to her as she put down the coffee and pick up the brush her makeup artist, Elise, had left for her. She began running it through her long, golden blonde hair nervously as I attempted to reassure her, “It’s gonna be okay. I know you’re gonna do this, and I know you’re gonna get it right. Julie is experienced. Like, y’know, very experienced. She’ll coach you up, tell you what to do if you get stuck.”
Kylie stammered, trying to find an excuse for me. When I first brought up doing a lesbian scene, she was cautiously excited. She admitted to never having been with a woman. Even more, she hadn’t really masturbated outside a couple of touches and a small dildo she kept hidden in her dorm room. She was a total virgin to this. It was so hard to find someone so innocent in porn, but I had found my Mary.
I watched Kylie as she took a deep breath in, resolved in getting the job done. She stood, removing the white terry cloth robe. She was wearing a white bikini, similar to the one she wore when we had our first movie together. This suit was a tightly tied halter, holding her large, supple breasts together. Her swim bottoms cut the small curve of her hips and her thighs, and the material revealed the lines of her clit even when completely dry. She looked like the all-American girl ready for a swim.
I couldn’t help growing stiff just looking at her as she studied herself in the mirror. She had no idea how beautiful she was. From every angle, there was something to desire. I could tell then that it was going to be tough to contain myself on set. Normally, I was the one who was going to get to take her, to rip off that fabric, to pound her soft body with my cock. But today, I had to watch as my friend and former co-star Julie took the reigns.
I wasn’t good with control.
A knock came on the door, someone lightly calling for me. “Wilder, we’re all ready whenever you are.”
I stood, taking Kylie’s hand and pressing it to my lips, my arm draped around her bare waist. “Remember, you’re the good girl today. This is your first time, and you’re more than eager for your best friend to show you how to do it with another woman. Got it?”
“It won’t be that hard to pretend, will it?” She winked at me, spun on her toes, and headed out the door.
I sucked in, trying to cool myself. Something about her continued to get me riled up like I should be ready to pounce. But today was a look, no touch day. She was the animal in the cage, and I was on the other side.
Julie waited for Kylie outside of the jacuzzi tub in the center of room. She was dressed the opposite of Kylie. Instead of a demure, typical bathing suit, she was in an all black, thong two-piece. Her strapless top just barely covered her large, bouncing breasts. The mesh material clung to her tits as I tried not to think of all the times I had those nipples in my mouth.
“Where do you want me, boss?” Julie was all business. She wasn’t one for small talk or a warm up. She wanted to dive in, get the job done, and be out of there. I didn’t blame her for it. In porn, sex is just business for the actors and those on set. For Kylie and me, it was always more.
“In the tub. I want it to look like you were soaking and playing with yourself while waiting for her. The story is that you have wanted your friend for so long. You’re the badass girl who doesn’t hold back. When she walks in, you can’t help but want to show her how good it feels. You up for that?”
Julie glanced behind me at Kylie as she was going through a quick camera test. Her voice smoothed out as she slipped into the tub, her body disappearing in the shallow water. “For that…” She nodded towards Kylie, “I can teach that girl a lot of things.”
I sat behind the first camera’s viewing screen, in the darkness of the room as my assistant gave a minute warning and then called action. Kylie walked across the room, the camera getting a shot from behind as she strode towards Julie. I watched her stop in her place as she studied Julie with her eyes closed, fingering her pussy as she floated to the top of the tub. Her meek voice asking, “Ellie? What are you doing?”
Julie opened her large, almond shaped eyes and looked up at Kylie. Her fingers remained inside of her, “Come on. You know what I’m doing. You’re not that innocent.”
Kylie sat at the edge, her feet dangling in the water. She looked down curiously at her partner, “I’ve never touched myself before.”
Julie stood up, the water of the bubbling tub frothing at her tan, thick thighs. She placed her arms at each side of Kylie’s body as she looked up at her chest with such a look of desire that I couldn’t tell if she was acting or really looking forward to it. “Well, we’re best friends. And what are best friends for if they can’t show you how to do this.” Her hand began caressing Kylie’s thigh, running up the length of her alabaster skin, her black fingernails leaving little red trails from where she began to dig in.
“We can’t. I mean, it’s not that I don’t wanna learn how to do that,” Her head looked down to Julie’s hand still feeling herself through her bottoms. “It’s just that it wouldn’t feel right.”
Julie slowly lifted herself out of the tub, giving the cameras a great angle of the water dripping off of her body. She sat next to Kylie, taking her face into hands and turning it towards her. The two stared at each other for an agonizingly long second before Julie dove in for a soft, slow kiss. Her lips sucked in Kylie’s as she bit down. Kylie’s hand found Julie’s own thigh as she began to lean in, finding her own pace in Julie’s lead. I watched longingly as the two began to speed up, their tongues tracing inside the other’s mouth. Together, they stepped off the side and into the water, the cameramen following the action.
Julie laid a hand on Kylie’s breast, slipping under the v-neck opening. Her palm grazed Kylie’s nipple, now fully hard and visible through the wet material. I could see her fingers play with the nipple lightly, sending Kylie’s head tipping backwards slightly from the surprise. She was getting into this. That look was all too familiar to me.
Kylie pulled away from their kiss, still letting Julie play with her breasts. She watched her in awe as, with one hand, Julie untied the halter. Her breasts freed themselves, falling softly down her chest. But Julie was there to meet them with her mouth. Her red painted lips left ruby trails around the pink tips of Kylie’s hard nipples.
Julie sank farther into the tub, disappearing in the growing number of bubbles as she began to really suck and play at Kylie’s breasts. It took all of Kylie’s efforts to hold on to the side of the tub as to not drift away with her. I licked my lips wanting so much to be behind her, to feel her topless against my own chest, to hold her breasts to Julie’s mouth and watch as Julie took over.
The two ladies’ bodies moved and flowed together until Kylie couldn’t take it. She squatted down in the tub beside Julie and slowly lowered her top so it hung around Julie’s tiny waist. Following Julie’s lead, she started by twisting and turning the nipples with her first two fingers and thumbs, making little circles around the areolas. Then, her mouth lowered down so her head was partially submerged in the water.
A cameraman dipped in slowly behind her to grab the shot of Kylie’s head bobbing up and down as her tongue and teeth nipped and sucked at Julie. Her small hands wrapped around Julie’s waist, pulling her closer. Even Julie looked surprised as Kylie took the lead. The good girl was corrupted, and she wanted it all now.
Suddenly, she rose up and grabbing the metal bar around the sides of the tub, hoisted herself up so she towered over Julie. Julie reached towards her, slipping down Kylie’s swimsuit bottom, revealing the soft, smooth skin of her pussy. Water dripped off her folds as Julie admired, “You have such a beautiful body.”
Kylie smiled as she beckoned Julie closer with a wave of her hand. She parted Kylie’s legs, opening her up farther and pulling her slightly downward. It gave Julie an opening to begin moving her fingers around Kylie’s sex. She began lightly slapping her fingers against the top as Kylie smiled. From my experience, I knew she loved a little pain with her pleasure. Julie then reached down into the water again, getting her hand wet and pressing it against her pussy, a fingertip just nudging itself in.
She gasped that beautiful sound of shock and wanting. Her knuckles turned white as she struggled to hold onto the bar and her place above the tub as Julie continued to work her fingers, circling slowly against her clit. Kylie let go of one of the bars as her hand grasped onto her breast, her own fingers teasing at the nipples. Julie sped up with two fingers inside of Kylie’s little pussy. From my view, I could see the vibrations on her stomach from Julie’s pounding.
And then I heard her say it, “Your mouth. Your mouth. I want it!” Kylie was begging Julie to go further, and her partner was happy to oblige.
Her lips engulfed the image of Kylie’s folds as her fingers continued to twist and push deeper and deeper inside. Kylie’s breathing ramped up as Julie alternated between lightly sucking and licking, her tongue making its way inside with the fingers.
Finally, Kylie’s body began to lose its own power as she grew limp, her hips pressing into Julie’s head as she slipped lightly into the water, her back still against the wall. The cameraman pushed Julie out of the way to catch the small trickle of fluids as Kylie orgasmed. When the best shot was done, Julie reached her hand over, taking a small fingertip of the clear liquid dripping from her folds, and then licking it off her own hands.
Julie removed her own bottoms quickly and then walked over to Kylie, pulling her wet, blonde hair back from her head and then forcing her down towards her own pussy. Kylie was obedient, as she held on to Julie’s tiny hips, her fingers pressing into one of her tattoos. I knew what Kylie was tasting as she teased her tongue against Julie’s small tuft of downy hair. Julie always tasted to me like an exotic treat whenever I went down on her like Kylie was. She was decadent, while Kylie was sweet like a perfectly ripe strawberry. My mouth watered at the thought of the two of their tastes mingling in my mouth.
I stood from my chair, handing my headsets to a set worker. I whispered to the cameraman to my right, “Don’t stop filming. I think this needs a change of direction.” Slipping off my shirt, I walked towards the girls as Kylie finished Julie off, Julie using the rails to hold on while Kylie held her hips above water.
As Julie settled back down, I appeared on the set, my cock hard and ready for what I wanted. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I wanted Kylie. And seeing her give Julie so much pleasure without any hesitation, I wanted her all for my own. My jeans slipped down past my waist as the girls watched with huge, wondering eyes. Julie lifted her tiny hand out towards me, as I slowly hopped into the water.
Without skipping a beat, I grabbed Kylie by the waist and pulled her into me. Her body was soaking wet and covered in the white soft bubbles of the tub still. I whispered in her ear, out of the line of the microphone, “I want you so bad.”
She nodded to me before slipping downwards into the tub once more, her mouth finding my erect cock. Her tongue started at the tip and then traced lines up and down the sides, bottom, and top of my shaft. I could feel Julie behind me as she approached, her own arms wrapping around my hips and then under Kylie’s chin to my balls. Her hands gently massaged them while Kylie continued to take the entire length of my cock into her tiny mouth. She was getting better at this each film.
As Kylie grew tired, her mouth slowing its suck, Julie circled before me, her hands leaving wet marks over my skin as she took each of our arms. She positioned Kylie against the side of the tub and me behind her. With her own hand Julie guided my cock into Kylie’s soaking, waiting pussy and then got out of the water. I glided in quickly, taking long, slow strides in her to get a feel for her. She was somehow different, better every day. It was impossible how good her warm, tight slit fit around my member. And as she rocked backwards against me, I began to take her, to pound into her.
Kylie let out a long, deep moan, nothing like the sounds she was making with Julie. When she finished, Julie reached over and grabbed her face, forcing her to watch as Julie played with her own pussy. She was following my rhythm with her fingers as if she knew we needed to be together, but hated to not be included.
The sight of her getting into us fucking further caused me to go faster. For all of us. I wanted Kylie to know the pleasure of a cock. She had her moment with another woman’s folds, but now she would remember how great I could be. I wanted to own her sex, to make her red and sore all over. Julie couldn’t do that for her. Julie couldn’t make her scream the way I was about to make her scream.
As I grabbed onto her head, forcing it back and up, she let out a yell – animalistic piercing. I felt her reverb back into me as she sank a bit into the sides of the tub. Julie came seconds later, collapsing with her own hand still resting inside her pussy. But I kept going, still pushing deeper and farther into Kylie’s depths until the need to release built up in me. I reached my hands under her, grasping onto her breasts as I tumbled onto her, my chin resting on her shoulders. I shuddered and cried out, feeling my cum fill her tight cunt as a little bit of the remainders dripped downwards with the pull of gravity.
The three of us remained there in silence, no one wanting to break the spell that had come over us. Finally, Julie stood as a crewman handed her a towel and a robe. She turned back towards me as I eased out of Kylie, her voice tired and rich with satisfaction, “Whatever is going on between you two, keep it on film.”
Julie stepped off set, leaving Kylie and I still panting, still wanting, still unsure of what we were and where we were going.