The door to the women’s bathroom swings closed. A few seconds later, Vee clears her throat.

“Hey, Johnny,” she says then laughs. “Uh, I know this may sound weird and all, but I can’t pee while you’re in here.”

“Yeah, sorry. I’m—” I place my palm on the door. “I’m leaving.”

I step into the hall thinking about how insane this is. First, I run into Jemma in the bar. Her roommate and my roommate decide they want to fuck each other, then me and her end up fucking, and now this shit. My heart is slamming against my ribs in a nervous fury when I walk back into the room. Jemma’s in the corner talking to Hudson. I ignore her and head straight for the bed.

“You ready for round two,” Brandi asks, dropping her robe to the floor and lying back on the bed with spread legs.

This is not what I want to be doing right now. At. All. “Fuck, let’s just get this over with,” I grumble.

She glares at me. “Damn,” she says, glancing at Jemma, who’s now leaned against the far wall. “You were right. He’s an asshole. Good call, girl.”

Jemma smiles and gives her a thumbs up.

“I can’t fucking win here, can I?” I say, tossing my hands up.

“Well,” Jemma says, “Your dick hasn’t rotted off yet. That’s winning in my book.”

“Yeah, still there.” I shake my head then drag my hands down my face. “As you well know.”

“Do you two…” Brandi’s gaze bounces between Jemma and me. “Do you know each other or something?”

“Yeah—” I start, but I’m cut off by Jemma’s, “No.”

“Oh,” Brandi says with a sigh. “Wow.”

Jemma’s staring at me, with one of her brown eyes twitching. I drop my robe and fist my cock, glaring at her. “Oh, no, we know each other. Really—” I pump up my shaft, “really—” another hard stroke, “well.”

Jemma groans.

“You know,” Brandi says. “This is a little awkward, not gonna lie.”

Hudson comes back into the room and walks straight over to me, his eyes straying down to my crotch. “What’s this shit?” he asks, pointing at my dick. “Make it harder.”

“I’m fucking trying.”

“Here, let me help,” Brandi says and grabs ahold of it, trying to revive it.

“It’s fine. Just—I need a second.”

“I don’t have a second, Johnny. I’m on a schedule, and your cock needs to be on mine.” He turns around. “Hey, Jemma, get me some Viagra would you?”

“Seriously?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Shit happens. Oh,” he pats me on the shoulder, “and you need to start eating some more egg whites makes the money shots look better. Makes it thicker which equals a better product.”

A few seconds later, Jemma’s standing in front of me, holding a little blue pill in her palm. “Your cock meds, Mr. Depth.” She fights a smile when I take it, then steps back, laughing.

I plop the pill in my mouth and swallow it without water. And since I can’t get my dick all the way hard because my ex-fucking-girlfriend is across the room and laughing, Hudson films a little girl on girl. Without warning, my dick gets so hard it feels like it’s going to split open, and not because of the girl on girl. Fuck Viagra is like giving your dick steroids.

Hudson catches sight of my raging hard-on. “Fuck yes. He’s back. Okay, so just start off like you’ve been at it for a while. Jemma, mist him would you? He needs to look sweaty.”

Jemma trots over with a smirk, holds a spray bottle out in front of her and squirts me right in the fucking face like I’m a damn cat. Three squirts. And I flinch every single time.

Brandi and Vee are still all over each other. I glance at the camera and then at Jemma. This is fucked up. And if it weren’t for the Viagra, my dick would have retreated inside my fucking body. I can’t really explain what’s going through my head right now, but that girl standing across the room glaring at me with disgust is the girl I used to sneak out of my house to go see, the one I chased around her basement trying to kiss. And this—yeah, this entire setup makes me feel sleazy and dirty. My heart is hammering in my chest, and I do the only thing I can right now, I keep fisting my dick.

“And…action…” Hudson says.

I lean over the bed, spreading Vee’s legs apart. And I swear to you, I couldn’t enjoy this if I wanted to. Shame. That is exactly what this is—shame.

When I agreed to be a porn star, I knew people would eventually find out. Family. Friends. And yeah, ex-girlfriends, but Jemma—she’s not just an ex-girlfriend. I know people will see this shit, but being oblivious to the fact that someone I know has stumbled across my porn is a hell of a lot easier to digest than having someone I know—especially my ex—watch from the other side of the room while I screw girl after girl. This takes moral degradation to another level.

I drag in a breath, my stomach sinking as I decide the best thing I can do is act professional and bury my face in Vee’s crotch.

So that’s exactly what I do.