Trent
Three months later
My agent, Charles, had once said to me that doing porn was only a detour and the universe’s way of steering me in the right direction.... truer words couldn’t have been spoken. Because, without taking that detour, I wouldn’t have propositioned Molly, I wouldn’t have fallen in love, and I wouldn’t have forced my agent to get me out of the porn business in hopes of getting her back.
That day, I walked into his office consumed with doubt and wondering if I could truly transition into being Trent Baker. There was so much at stake, and the pressure to cross over into legitimate acting roles caused panic within me.
I was prepared to do absolutely anything to get out of adult films. That toothpaste commercial I once scoffed at no longer seemed a waste of my time. In fact, I’d probably agree to dress up as a toothbrush at a dental convention in order to get me that commercial. Desperation didn’t look good on me. But being desperate was an understatement, and I meant it when I said I’d do anything.
Of course, my agent laughed at my newfound willingness to aim my aspirations at the bottom of the acting food chain. Thankfully, Charles chose not to entertain my suggestions and stepped it up by handing me a few addresses for auditions that were casting at that moment. The pay was shit compared to what I was used to, but each small role could possibly lead to better opportunities.
Two days later, I had offers from three of the four and chose a guest spot on a cable series with a high-profile director. The show was shot in Vancouver, and my guest appearance was supposed to be two episodes that ended up leading to five. Originally, I hadn’t wanted to leave LA, but I couldn’t pass up this opportunity.
Over the past three months, I busted my ass and impressed not only the director but, Todd Wahls, the executive producer. Todd’s next project was an indie film he felt passionate about, and on the last day of shooting offered me another small role in that movie. Taking each opportunity as a stepping stone, I easily agreed, secured employment for the next few months in Los Angeles, and would start shooting in two weeks. Again, the pay sucked but I no longer cared. I had plenty in the bank to hold me over until bigger and better projects came along. And more importantly, I was back home.
Every night for the past three months, as I lay in my hotel room bed thinking of Molly, I would text the same message to remind her she was never out of my thoughts. And every night after I sent that text, I’d wait for some indication she would reply... yet, one never came. It never stopped me from sending them. I wasn’t even sure she saw or received them. I considered contacting Tommy to check up on her, the only thing stopping me was fear that she had moved on.
So instead, I sent that same text every night—I miss you. I need you. I love you. I prayed that once I got back, I could convince her to give me another chance... to give us another chance.
To my surprise dancing dots appeared on my screen for the first time in months sending my pulse racing.
Hi. How are you?
Awful. I miss you so much it hurts.
I don’t want you to feel that way.
I never meant to hurt you, Molly. Trina is not who is important to me. You are. I want you.
It took a while for her to reply, and I hoped my last statement got through to her.
I can’t be what you need me to be. You deserve someone who is more understanding, more supportive.
Ignoring her, I forced the issue. I’ll be home tomorrow. I need to talk to you.
Again the dots danced on my phone, making it feel like an eternity passed before I finally saw her response.
There’s no need. I forgive for what happened with Trina. You’re an extremely talented actor, but I’m not the right woman for you. Maybe we can be friends one day.
Friends?
I WILL see you tomorrow, Molly.
***
Walking into my building for the first time in months had my nerves spiking for obvious reasons. I had no idea how I would even begin to get Molly to hear me. She never responded to my last text, not that I expected her to. I wasn’t entirely sure she’d agree to see me in person. Her words had a finality to them that scared me.
Anxious and eager to get to her, I dumped my crap inside my apartment, tucked the new script and her check into my back pocket, and headed right for her door. Since I didn’t have a plan, I’d just have to ambush her... pathetic as it was. From day one, Molly always responded to my actions much better than my words.
I inhaled a deep breath and knocked on the door, not expecting a response. My heart slammed in my chest when I heard her sweet voice ask, “Who is it?”
“Trent.” She opened the door and just seeing her brought a smile to my face. Molly looked sexy as fuck in her running clothes. Her skin glistened, wisps of her hair that came loose from her ponytail caused a need in me to tuck them behind her ear. Forcing that urge back, I said, “You look beautiful.”
Molly looked at her running shoes before meeting my eyes. “I look like shit.”
A deep laugh erupted out of me. This was the Molly I knew and wanted to have back in my life. “Are you alone?” I looked over her shoulder at her empty apartment hoping Tommy wasn’t there.
“Yes, Tommy is at work.”
“What does he do that he’s working on a Saturday?”
“Dogwalker to the elite.”
“Are you serious?”
“No.” A brilliant smile spread over her face at hearing my second chuckle.
“Can I come in?”
Molly stepped aside allowing me to pass. “Would you like something to drink?”
“No, thank you. Come and sit down with me.” Molly followed me to her sofa keeping a cushion of distance between us. “I need you to hear me out.”
She twisted her hands on her lap and nodded. “Okay.”
“As you know, when I embarked on my acting career, being a porn star wasn’t what I aspired to be. But, when those roles kept coming and the money kept growing, even though it wasn’t my dream, it became difficult to walk away from... until you. In the past, taking smaller roles seemed like a step backward. What you made me realize was those roles could lead to a positive future and hopefully one I could share with you.”
“Trent, I don’t want you to give up everything you’ve worked for just because I don’t agree with it. This is my issue...”
“You’re not listening to me, Molly,” I interrupted. “Nothing matters if I don’t have you to share it with. There was a reason you came into my life, and I’m not willing to let you go.” She opened her mouth to speak, but I placed my index finger over her lips. “For the past few months, I’ve been working on smaller projects. They weren’t glamorous or once in a lifetime opportunities, but one of them proved to be a launching pad.” I reached into my back pocket, pulled out the small script, and handed it to her.
Molly unfolded it. Her eyes went wide when she looked at the producer and writer’s names on the script. “Didn’t he write that series that just won an award?”
“Yes. I actually had a guest starring role in that series which led to this script.”
Her face lit up for the first time since I stepped through the door. “That’s fantastic, Trent. I’m so happy for you.”
“Us. Be happy for us.”
Just as her eyes reread the cover page, her forehead creased in confusion when she read out loud, “This says, Trent Baker.”
“Yes. Trent Hudson no longer exists.” When her gaze cut back to my face, I could clearly see the emotion she fought shimmering in her gorgeous blue eyes. Not being able to wait a second longer, I took her hand in mine. “I didn’t do this just for you. But you made me remember my initial goal when I started this career. You gave me the push I needed.” With my eyes linked to hers in a desperate hold, I pulled the check from my back pocket and presented to her. The firm shake of her head was automatic, until I cupped her face with one hand. “Molly, I know you think this check represents all the bad that came with my career. But I look at it in a different way. If it weren’t for my job, and my proposition to you, we wouldn’t be here. And as much as you hated all that I did, I, on the other hand, am thankful for it because it brought you to me.”
At first I couldn’t read her thoughts and worried she’d reject it and me, but instead, she said, “Okay, but just remember not to call me your fluffer in your acceptance speech when you win an award.”
“I’d like to call you my girlfriend. Or maybe by then, you’ll be more than that.”
“What do you mean?”
“Getting this role isn’t the only dream you pushed me toward. One day, I hope you’ll be Mrs. Baker.”
“Um...” Her eyes went wide as saucers.
“I’m not proposing... yet. But, I want you to know how serious I am about you, Molly. I love you like I’ve loved no other. The thought of spending my life with you, and having you by my side to share all the good and bad times, consumes me. I pray you want that too. Even if you don’t right now, that someday...”
Just like I had done to her, Molly placed her finger on my lips halting my words. “I love you too, Trent Baker.”
In one swift move, I stood and scooped her off of the couch. “I need to bury my cock deep inside your pussy. He missed you as much as I did.”
Molly’s face scrunched up with disgust. “I’m all sweaty. I was about to shower before you knocked on the door.”
“Good thing shower sex is my specialty.” With each step I took toward her bathroom, I rambled off, “As is bed sex, couch sex, table sex, floor sex, counter sex, against the wall sex...”
She kissed me long and hard before pulling away. “I get the point. I’ve seen you in action.”
“And you’ll be the only one ever seeing me in action again.”
“The porn world is going to hate me for stealing you away.”
“Fuck them.”
“Not to mention your previous costars,” she continued to argue.
“As long as my costar for my life doesn’t hate me, I can deal with everything else.”
“No, she loves you. She never really hated you.”
“Then she’s a great actress.”
“Okay, maybe I did a little, but I don’t any longer.” She bit her bottom lip. “You know... you never said anything about make up sex. Is that one of your specialties too?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never had anything I wanted to make up for. But, you can let me know in about two hours if it is or not.” I placed her on the floor and without hesitation, stripped her naked. “I hope you don’t have plans for the rest of the weekend,” I said with a smirk while turning on the shower. “Or the rest of your life for that matter. As of now, consider them all canceled.”
“Sounds good to me,” she quipped, and while her eyes remained tethered to mine, my gorgeous fluffer did what she has always been able to since the first time I saw her... she instantly got me hard and ready for the only role that would ever matter again... as Molly’s lover.