Trent
Ever since I first laid eyes on Molly, I wanted her in my bed. The woman had a presence about her. If I was a betting man, I’d place a hefty wager that she went to an upper-class private school. Her pretty eyes scanned my apartment. It couldn’t look much different from hers since she was right next door.
“Can I get you something to drink? I know you were shaken up earlier, would you like a bottle of water? Glass of wine?”
She stared at me for a beat before exhaling. “Water would be wonderful if it isn’t too much trouble.”
“No trouble.” I started toward my kitchen. “Have a seat and make yourself at home.”
Before sitting on my leather sofa, she took a few minutes to glance at the pictures of my family and me on the side table. Did she think I was a loner and that’s why I made adult films? I suppose that some may think a kid off the streets or someone without a support system would be the type to be in my line of work. The truth was, I came from a happy home in middle America.
“Here you go.” I handed her the bottle of designer water and took a sip of my own.
“Thank you. Is this your family?”
“Yes. I’m the middle child.” She nodded as if that gave her more insight. “Don’t psychoanalyze me for that. I’m very grounded.”
“What is it that you wanted to talk about?”
Fine, she was a cut to the chase type of woman. That could have its advantages and disadvantages. In my head, I knew what I wanted to ask her, but now that the moment was upon me, my tongue felt as if it was in a sailor’s knot. After another sip of water, I steadied my nerves and went for it.
“As you know, in my profession, I need to be on top of my game at all times.” Her dark lashes bounced off her cheekbones. “But today...” Fuck, this was difficult. How did I tell a woman that I’m attracted to that I couldn’t get it up when the director yelled Action! Her plump lips formed around the opening of the bottle to take another sip. When her pink tongue swept the moisture off of them, my cock twitched. “Today, I wasn’t able to perform on cue.”
Her nose crinkled. “How is that my problem?”
“It isn’t... but you’re my solution. I want you to be my fluffer.”
She squirmed in her seat. “Your what?”
“Fluffer.”
“You want me to do what?”
“Get me hard.” I set the bottle down, stood and began to pace. “Look, I know you don’t approve of what I do. Hell, I bet you’ve never even watched porn. Unless you’re a closet porn watcher?” When she balked, I knew that wasn’t the case. “Okay, here’s the thing. The other day on set, I was with a gorgeous actress, Raven. She’s the top-billed adult film star in Europe. Men in and out of the industry would kill to be buried deep inside of her...” She shifted uncomfortably, and I felt myself getting excited about her innocence. I dragged in a breath and rambled on. “Um... but I couldn’t perform. It should have been a no-brainer, but it was the opposite.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I need you to help me get an erection.”
“Isn’t there a pill for that?”
I ran my hand along the back of my neck. “Yes, but a pill hampers having control once a climax builds. I’m able to redirect my thoughts to remain hard without ejaculating.” The way she stared in shock had me pushing on before I lost my nerve. “Look, I want you. Not a pill or anything artificial.” She stood, placed her water down, gripped her purse and started for the door. Every ounce of my body wanted to lunge at her and grab on so she wouldn’t leave. “You don’t have to touch me. I mean you can if you’d like, but just looking at you gets me hard.”
She glanced down at the prominent bulge between my legs. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Are you asking me to watch while you make a movie?” When I nodded, she shook her head. “No way.”
“Why? You’re not attracted to me, right?”
Once again, blood tinged her cheeks pink, the irises of her eyes bounced up and down my body. Her chest rose and fell in uneven movements. I had been with enough women to know the difference between nerves and lust. My sweet neighbor had lust written all over her face.
“Not in the least.”
Liar. “Fine, then what’s the big deal? Look, being a porn star wasn’t my first choice when I moved to California. I studied acting, auditioned more times than I could count, but couldn’t catch a break. Once the money started rolling in, it was hard to stop. Do you think I could afford this place on a waiter’s salary?” She shook her head. “Monday is the next shoot, please, do me this favor. I’ll give you ten percent of my earnings.”
“I don’t need the money.”
“Not even if it’s seventy-five grand?”
Her tight jaw slackened. “You get paid three-quarters of a million dollars for a porn movie?”
“For this film, yes. That’s why I need you. All you need to do is stand there. That’s all I’m asking.”
“Won’t it be weird for you having me in the room... while you’re... you know...”
“Fucking someone?” Her face flamed. “Molly, there will be a camera person, lighting crew, makeup people. It’s all very choreographed. There’s nothing intimate about it.” If she wasn’t a mathematician, she must be a professional poker player because there was no indication of what ran through that pretty head of hers. “Talk to me, what are you thinking?”
“That you’re insane, that’s what I’m thinking. There is no way on earth I’ll be your fluffer or whatever you called it.”
“One second.” I walked toward one of the built-in cabinets, grabbed a disc, and then handed it to her. “Watch this.”
She held it as if it was going to burst into flames between her fingers. “What is it?”
“My last movie. It’s the raw footage, before edits, music, and production. You’ll see it’s not as intimate as you imagine.” She shook her head. “Take the weekend and think about it. Talk it over with your roommate. Watch porn. If not mine, someone else's. Do whatever it is that will make you comfortable because if you’re tense, it will defeat the purpose.”
I reached into my back pocket and pulled out a business card. “Here, this is the address of the studio. My phone number is on the back if you have any questions. I’ll have security put your name on the list... in case you decide to come.” Come... I couldn’t wait to jack off once she left. My dick was screaming at me.
Her hand reached for the door before she looked over her shoulder. “You’re insane.”
“I am,” I agreed easily. “Just think about it, that’s all I ask.”
When the door clicked behind her, I unfastened the top button of my button-fly jeans, slammed back the rest of my water, before heading to the shower to answer my cock’s plea for relief.
***
The warm air was bearable this morning as I headed out for my daily run. Step after step, I could picture her contemplative look... or maybe it was astonishment last night. Question after question ran through my mind. Would she be there on Monday? Did she watch the movie I gave her? Would she ask her roommate his opinion? Did she get off on it?
Then one surprising question popped into my head as my running shoes hit the pavement... what would happen if she got turned on? Fuck. How could she not get turned on? Maybe the question I should be worried about is if she didn’t get turned on. Hell, last night in the shower I beat two off just thinking about her baby blues focused on my body as I thrust into Raven, and it hadn’t even happened yet.
According to my fitness watch, I’d clocked over three miles and 6,075 steps. Beads of sweat rolled down my back as I began my cool down. Not having a towel handy, I pulled the bottom of my tank to my face and wiped the dampness off.
When I lowered it, I saw her—Molly. Bright pink shorts, black tank top with the words, Just Do It scrolled across her perfect tits. Do it. Yes, please for the love of God. Her hair was pulled off her face. Damn, that ponytail would look perfect wrapped around my fist.
Thin wires hung from her ears. When she noticed me, she removed one of the earbuds and slowed her pace. Still jogging in place beside me, she said with a tight smile,“Good morning.”
“Hey, I didn’t know you were a runner.”
“Everyday.” Weird that I hadn’t seen her before. As if I spoke my thought she added, “I changed my route today, I was getting bored.”
“Care for a running partner?”
Her hair bounced as she shifted her weight from side to side. “You look like you already ran.”
“Just warmed up,” I lied. Shit, my body was going to scream at me later. “What do you say? Two miles?”
She scoffed, “If that’s all you can handle, sure. But I’m running five.”
Fuck me. “Five it is.”