Chapter 2
Aidan
GoDown productions had been running for over two years now under my direction. It was a small enterprise but with a good and loyal following. Our website had both free and paid content and we had ten women and ten men on our books at any one time and filmed daily. I had a Manager in place to oversee everything but now and again, like today, I liked to drop by to check everything was okay. By staying a small company we didn’t attract the wrath of the rulers of the adult movie industry but we still had our share of rivals and there was often competition for the actors and actresses.
The first thing anyone asked me when they knew I owned my own adult movie business was did it turn me on when I watched it. My honest answer was if I watched a movie, yes, I could be turned on by it; but watching one being filmed that was a different thing entirely. It would make any dick go limp. Filming took hours, waiting for the right lighting, waiting for dicks to get hard and then the act itself which I’d say eight times out of ten was completely fake, the pleasure acted throughout, the director shouting, “Yes, carry on I need five minutes of rough sex next,” then seeing the actor and actress move into the commanded position. It was not conducive to the fantasy you might imagine while watching the completed article.
Every so often you got an actress who actually loved sex. She didn’t fake her orgasms, she genuinely worked for them and those actresses were like gold dust. Everyone wanted that person because I’d say that there were many times I could genuinely tell the difference between a faked come and a real one. Often with a real one, the actress pushed the person away from her too sensitive pussy afterward, or you visibly saw the tremors overtaking their body. Some of the actresses were all high-pitched screaming, ‘oh, oh, oh’, women, and these had their place. People wanted to watch that just as much as they wanted to watch everything else: girl on girl, stepbrother/stepsister lust, babysitters, older man/younger woman and vice versa. Actors and actresses were paid according to what they did on camera. Things like anal paid more than just a straight male/female sex session. I found the whole thing fascinating. I loved the fact that I worked with people, both here at GoDown and now at my club, for whom sex was not a taboo, not to be hidden behind closed doors, but something to be embraced and enjoyed.
Since I’d first lost my virginity at the age of sixteen to my best friend at the time’s nineteen-year-old sister, I’d known it wasn’t something to be embarrassed about. Maybe sometimes it had to take place behind closed doors - my first experiences had been occasions I’d been asked to not share with anyone and I never had to this day. That friend had never found out what I’d done with his sibling. It was why I was so invested in both my movies, making sure good content was delivered to customers; and with my vision for the club, to work on what H had built up and make it even more contemporary, so that one day people might say, ‘Oh we go to Abandon on a Saturday night’, and no one would blink an eyelid.
I walked into the house we had hired for the shoot today, greeted everyone, grabbed a coffee and then chatted for a while with Connor, my Manager. Today’s shoot was a straightforward office fantasy where the boss would make sure his secretary took his dick rather than his dictation. The house we had hired was huge and the guy who owned it, a patron of the club, had been happy for us to borrow his office for the week while he and his wife were out of the country. He’d told me that rather than find it disgusting that sex had taken place there that it would be a turn on to know that people had fucked on his desk and when the movie came out his wife had promised him she’d enact the entire thing with him. He was lucky that his wife was twenty years younger than him, blonde and slim, but I wondered if his bank balance would make up for the fact that she wasn’t getting the equivalent of the porn actor, Mattias Hayek, in her re-enactment.
Mattias’ cock was the biggest I had seen in my life. His girth was huge and he must have been a good thirteen inches in length. It was a monster. Today’s actress was wrapped in a fluffy toweling robe having her make up touched up and was a tall, slim woman with bright pink hair and the most aqua blue eyes I’d ever seen. She reminded me of Angelina Jolie with her heavy made up eyes and thick pink pout.
The filming started, and I watched the actress slip off her robe and stand at the side of the room in a white blouse, and short black skirt, wearing stockings and high heels. They’d held off with glasses, but other than that she was dressed as a stereotypical secretary, albeit pink-haired and had a notepad and pen in her hand.
“What’s this one called?” I asked Joel, the cameraman.
“Lorenza LaBelle,” Joel answered. “Pretty thing, isn’t she?”
“She been doing this gig long?”
“Not sure. It’s only her second movie for us, but she’s a natural. Well, a natural at faking it.”
I decided to watch to see if I could work out if she did indeed fake her satisfaction or completely enjoyed herself.
Later after first edits, I watched the movie so far on my screen at home.
Lorenza knocked at the office door and was beckoned in by ‘Boss’ Mattias. He kept rubbing his forehead as he gave her dictation.
“I’m sorry, Miss Winfrey. I think we’re going to have to pause this until later. It would seem I’m getting one of my tension headaches.”
Lorenza stood up and walked around the back of Mattias. She spoke in an ultra girly breathy voice. “I have a qualification in massage. Would you allow me to try to release some of the tension for you in the base of your neck? I know about pressure points. You probably would be able to avoid taking any pain medication.”
“That would be wonderful, Miss Winfrey. If you wouldn’t mind trying.”
She began to massage his neck. “I can’t really get to the base of your neck. Could you remove your shirt?”
Mattias obliged and Lorenza continued to act out the massage, leading to groans of pleasure from Mattias.
“Thank you, Miss Winfrey, I think that was most helpful. You are as excellent a masseuse as you are a secretary.”
He swung around in his chair and her eyes went huge as they took in his rampant rod almost breaking through his suit pants.
“Oh, my, Mr. Taylor. I’ve, I’ve-”
“Never seen one so huge? I know. It’s been the bane of my existence. Men are envious of it but to be honest I would swap it for one half the size anytime. Can you imagine how embarrassing it was at home when I got a hard on while watching a sexy woman on television? It made me nervous about sex, Miss Winfrey. I’ll be honest, I’ve had very little experience and what I’ve had wasn’t great because women are intimidated by my size and think I’m going to hurt them.”
Lorenza licked her lips. “I would love to be filled by your massive cock. First, I’d take it in my mouth and get it all wet and then I’d work my pussy around the tip until eventually you slid all the way in, filling me whole.”
“Miss Winfrey. If you’d like to try, I’d be more than happy to let you. I think my headache would disappear altogether.”
Mattias moved forward on his chair and Lorenza pulled off his pants and boxers revealing his huge cock.
I realized that my own cock had gone hard as a rock while anticipating that pink pout settling around his girth. I recalled watching it happen earlier, but it hadn’t had the fantasy quality then that it had now, without the breaks in between the action.
Horny, I wrapped my fist around my own dick. I might not be thirteen inches but I knew what to do with my nine.
Lorenza opened her mouth and took him in. She worked his cock with both her hand and her mouth. The cameraman had made sure to get the money shot, those startling blue eyes looking up seeking to know she was doing it right. She sucked like a goddamn high powered vacuum, you wouldn’t have known that he was so fucking huge with how expertly she took him in that sexy mouth of hers. Eventually he shot his load all over her face and as he did, I shot mine into my hand. I knew that if I watched the rest of this movie, I would wear my dick and fist out.
I took a shower and got ready to head over to Abandon. Opening night was just six evenings away, and we were having well known members around for ‘practice’ evenings as we had several new staff on the roster.
“Good evening, Mr. Hall,” Ashley, my PA who was working from reception tonight, greeted me. “How’s it been going this evening?” I asked her.
“Really well. I think we’re almost there. By the way, members feedback from yesterday is here if you want to look at it?” She picked up a handful of envelopes containing completed questionnaires. Members had been asked to complete them on departure, anonymously of course, hence the envelopes, which had been placed into a box on the reception as patrons left. I took the pile of envelopes from her. “Well, I think I’ll take these up to the bar area and try out the new bartender service.”
I’d made the decision that there would be an area in the bar where in order to truly be able to relax, the bar staff would take orders directly from the seating area, waitress style. Some of the memberships had drinks packages included and for others we always kept a card on file so there was no need for payment, all they had to do was to sign a tab. It took them away from having to queue at the bar when they might be exhausted from other endeavors. It was a trial and I would see how it went.
I sat down on one of the new brown leather couches and looked at my watch because I would be timing how long it took to both collect my order and to bring me my drink. Within a minute, Cherry, one of my main bartenders was taking my order of a scotch.
I began opening envelopes and looking at some of the responses. Five minutes at this time of the evening was an adequate time to be returning with my drinks order. On quick perusal of the questionnaires it appeared that the large screened movie theater had been a success. A couple of members had been delayed on arrival because of a glitch in the new computer system and so I made a note to get that looked into first thing in the morning. We did not need computer errors on opening night. I glanced at my watch. Six minutes had passed. That wasn’t good enough. I gathered up the questionnaires and looked up, ready to go kick someone’s ass. Instead my eyes met those of a long-haired brunette hurrying towards me with my scotch on a silver tray. Her breasts jiggled from under her white bartender shirt and something about her struck me as familiar. As her hazel colored eyes hit mine, I noted those plump lips identical to those I’d been fantasizing about having around my cock earlier. Her face shape was the same, with the same heart-shape and angled cheekbones. But it couldn’t be her, could it? Lorenza had pale blue eyes and pink hair. Or did she? Had the whole thing been a disguise?
“I’m sorry your drink is late, Mr Hall. It’s all my fault. I’m new and got a little caught up on orders. I’ve asked if I can work some extra shifts for free to get myself together ready for opening day.” Her words might have been an apology but the breathy tone from earlier had been replaced with a confident voice.
“No need to apologize, Lorenza. I’m sure you’ll have everything under control ready for opening.” I told her. If I was wrong, and it was just coincidence and she was a lookalike, then a look of confusion would cross her face at any minute while I stood corrected. Instead her hazel eyes lit like there was a bonfire behind them and she looked around her.
“I think there’s some mistake, Mr. Hall. My name is Lori, Lori Jenkins. I’m your new bartender. Now do you need anything else as I need to get back to the bar?”
“No, nothing else, thank you, Lori.” I emphasized her name. “Welcome to Abandon. Have you been given a tour yet of the new club?”
“No, not yet.” She said. I noted a tension to her shoulders that hadn’t been there before.
“Well, it will be my pleasure to show you around tomorrow evening. Not just you of course, but all the new bartending staff. I will be here at eight. Could you please inform Cherry?”
“I will tell the others, Mr. Hall, and we will all be ready to meet you at eight.”
“Thank you.” I told her. “And thank you for my scotch.”
She walked away, and I sat back taking a drink of my scotch and looking back through the responses to the questionnaires. I wondered if tomorrow Lori would be as pleased with the new movie theater as the patrons were, especially when I would make sure that it was her first movie that was being shown at the time.