Everyone has sex—except for monks and nuns.

Hell, most people watch porn from time to time, so you’d think it would be no big deal to watch some people screw in front of you. I mean, everyone has that slutty friend in college that ends up having sex with some random guy in the dorm room while you’re trying to sleep. But for some reason, I’m making this out to be a big deal. I think it’s because all I’ve been focused on is having to watch someone take it up the butt, and the thought of that just makes me cringe. It’s just two consensual adults having sex. Doing a job. Naked. In front of a camera. No big deal, Jemma. I say as I’m escorted through a marble foyer. The guy who answered the door looks like an old perv. His greasy, dandruff-flaked grey hair is pulled back into a ponytail. He’s hunched over and is wearing a tie-died t shirt and Birkenstocks with socks. He looks like he was probably a roadie with The Grateful Dead.

“First day, huh?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“Fluffer?”

“What? No, I’m the assistant.”

He laughs as his gaze cuts over at me. “Yeah, okay. That’s what Hud’s calling it these days—assistant?”

“I…”

“Don’t worry. Everyone here is nice. We’re like a big family or some shit.”

I follow him into a large living room. There are lights and cameras and people in every corner of the room.

“Hey, Hud. The assistant’s here.” The man pats me on the back and walks out.

Hudson turns around and immediately comes over, smiling. “Welcome,” he says, stretching his arms out, “to the world of porn.”

I swallow.

“Okay, so basically, like I told you before, you kinda just hang out and do whatever we need—no intercourse…” He laughs, but I don’t. “You’ll bring waters, towels, hold the reflectors, hand them the props.” He stops in front of the kitchen counter and grabs a purple—fuck my life—dildo and holds it out to me. I watch the silicone penis wobble a few seconds before stilling. “Take Tonto,” he says.

“Tonto?”

“Yep. I like to name them.”

He’s still holding Tonto out, shaking it in front of my face. Jesus. I grab it, refusing to look at it. I don’t want to think about where it’s been, and I am starting to wonder if maybe I was a little too ambitious by taking this job. I mean, it’s just sex, but damn, this is a lot more humiliating than I thought it would be. A naked woman with red ringlets cascading down her back saunters past me. My eyes go to her ass. I can’t help it. Now I feel like a pervert, and my cheeks are heating.

“Vee,” Hudson calls out and the redhead stops to look at him. “You got Johnny ready?”

“Yeah, I gave him a shot of tequila, a little bit of encouragement head.”

“You didn’t get him off did you?”

“No, Hud. I’m a professional. Just a few bobs of the head and some Viagra. I think that last shot nearly did him in.”

This cannot be real life right now.

Turning back around, Hud hands me a wad of cash. “Would you go get some coffee? It’s early, and I’m not awake enough for this shit. There’s a Starbucks three blocks over, Caramel Macchiato and Vanilla Latte and whatever you want.”

“Sure.” I spin around, lay the dildo on the counter, and head out of the front door relieved that my first job is coffee and not lubing up Tonto. Surely I will get used to this, right?

Jerry Garcia’s roadie is standing at the door waiting for me when I come back. He holds his finger to his lips telling me to keep quiet as he slowly closes the door behind me. I follow him into the living room and set the coffees on the counter and then—I hear it. The sound of sex: skin slapping against skin, breathy moans, grunts. Oh. My. Fucking. God.

I swallow. I fidget. I look at the floor.

And the longer the noise continues, the harder it is to keep my eyes on the ground. Slowly, I lift my gaze. One of the crew guys is leaned against a wall playing with his phone. Actually, hardly anyone aside from Hudson and the camera men are even looking in the direction of that noise.

My eyes land on the man’s broad back. He’s holding onto the girl’s ankles, pounding into her. With each thrust the muscles in his ass flex and bunch. She lets out a hard moan, one that doesn’t sound fake at all. To be honest, if a guy was going at me like that, I don’t think there’d be much to fake.

“Oh, yes, fuck me, Johnny. I want your come. Fucking come in my mouth.”

I’m so ashamed right now because, as much as I hate to admit it, I am turned on. I swallow. I shift on my feet. I try to look away, but I can’t. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not innocent. I’ve watched my fair share of pornos, but there’s something different about watching people have sex in your apartment, alone, where you have the ability to fast-forward, rewind, or pause. Right now, I am watching this guy plow into this girl like he’s going to kill her while ten other people stand around. And I’m turned on by it because even though all I can see is this guy’s back—his body is sexy and he has some obvious skill.

Vee screams out his name again, and he jerks away, turning his body to the side just enough that I can’t help but watch as he strokes his massive cock. She parts her lips, and he comes in her mouth as she asked. He grunts, and I think he’s done, but then another spurt shoots out and lands on her cheek. Dear God, it just keeps coming and coming and…I immediately pull my phone out and start scrolling through Facebook, trying to look like I wasn’t paying attention to that.

“Hey, Jemma,” Hudson says. My cheeks are hot as shit. When I look up, he’s standing in front of me, smiling.

“Yeah.” I feel my forehead break out in sweat. “Yeah?” I say again.

“I gotta do one more quick shot here, but I need to get ready for a shot with Vee and another girl upstairs. Go up there, second door on your left, and start running a bath, would you? There’s some bubble shit on the side of the tub. Light the candles too, chicken.”

“Yeah, okay.” I turn and hurry out of the room. I can handle coffee; I can handle bubbles—

“Oh, and grab that purple double headed dildo—it's named Claude—and some lube on your way up.”

What kind of name is Claude for a damn dildo? At least I can say this job will not be boring. At. All.