The Erotic Pen

"Clap her harder!" The group of men look at the body of hers bouncing at every thrust of his.

It was yet another extraordinary film by young Aaron Skiez. The art director occasionally directed movies that enticed men in a different level. Upon the encouragement, the man begins banging her even harder, the room growing hot and fuzzy with smell of sex.

Theme: Gang bang in the snooker game hall.

"Cut! That was great." Hiding the boner under his pants, Aaron wipes the sweat from his forehead and smiles at the actress who was assisted to stand up by one of the actors.

Aaron was tired for the day, he should have expected something else when he was about to go home. To his girlfriend. He was glad he completed the film before the said time.

Aaron opens the door with the keys jiggling upon his arrival. The door squeaks open, but his heart pinches when loud noises come from his bedroom.

"What the—" dropping all his belongings on the immediate floor, he rushes up to see his girlfriend riding atop a tan man, all with her vigor. He didn't know what to do.

As much as his heart wanted to confront her and slap some sense into her, his feet wasn't coordinating with his brain. The sight itself was shocking to the man. He couldn't even utter a word out. Never in a million years did he think his sweet and loving girlfriend would do such a thing to him.

Firstly, he didn't even want to believe that it was his own betraying girlfriend.

He runs away from the place. Only did the gasp and steps of a person running out stopped the two passion birds from their activity.

He runs, he runs. He doesn't know where he's going.

He stumbles upon a motel, a nice red themed attraction for the heartbroken.

"Two vodka shots please." He hides his tears under the glass of beer he's holding as he orders. The tears won't stop and he was frustrated beyond imagination. He squints his eyes and looks beyond the sweaty bodies grinding on each other.

He sees cabins.

AARON'S POV

Ugh, my head is spinning. I'm not walking in a straight line but that's quite alright. I just grabbed the entire bottle and paid him extra for what this aged alcohol deserves. My buttons were loosened by some who wanted to flatten me on their beds, but something interests me more.

I stumble on all four cabins, pink highlighted ribbons falling down from the ceiling, acting like the curtain. Three of the men inside the cabins individually were doing women down their throats, but one of them is not.

In fact, she was not a male.

"Oh, sorry. All cabins are being used." I say, the woman looking through translucent glasses to confirm. Well, I'd sit here even if she shooed me away. She was interesting to me. Particularly because she was seriously working on some stuff. Papers scattered on the liquor filled table and laptop on her thick thighs.

"What's a study beauty sitting here for?" I ask, she adjusts her spectacles.

"Shouldn't bother you." Oof. Her crazy silky accent is making me hard again. I almost moan in pleasure, but I'm caught in my loud thoughts. "Do you find me attractive?" She doesn't even lift her head up. I'm not the perfect person to answer her, but I scoot over and smell her neck. Is she the sex God I always dreamt about? I could see her cleavage and it was completely full, unlike my halfbreasted girlfriend.

"I do, angel." I smuttily whisper in her ear. Oh, I want to lick her, but I was conscious enough to seek her permission, even through indirect cues if possible. I begin biting my lips and check out every inch of her body.

She's the perfect natural beauty and I can say she has no implants. I thought God stopped manufacturing such masterpieces, but I'm proved wrong today.

I jump when her soft, delicate hand starts rubbing my growing length through my jeans. Oh, there it goes. Feeling relaxed from all the atrociousness I've seen for today, I let her have her way with me.

Soon, her nakedness was bouncing on my body and I've perfected every one of her spots. She tightens around me after awhile and I lose it.

"Don't worry. I'm on control pills." Says she. This has to be the best day of my life and the best orgasm I've had in a century.

Groaning, holding her thick waist, I empty myself in her small puy. It was juicy at this point and her panting on my chest like a small puppy reminded me of all the porn films I've directed.

I should've asked her permission to record us.

If we did, we would have made millions.

As a man, I've never once wavered but this one time, my whole body shudders as a low growl forms in my chest. She climbs up to take my soft Cock out of her hole as it makes a pop sound. I've never been so addicted to the sounds and pops ever before.

I smirk at the two men, with bottles in their hands and their stances too leisure. They were stroking themselves, hands in their pants. As i said, this would have been the greatest porn film I would have ever directed in my life. Shall i recreate this scene with my actors?

I probably shouldn't.

I'll be selfish this time and not show the world this peak of my life. My sweaty body is looked down upon her accentuated gaze. Even with the spectacles on her nose, she looked absolutely stunning and a hint of adorableness seen. She is absolutely beautiful. I want to touch her cute yet sexy face.

But, I remember something. No more falling in love. I've had enough of everything, deliberately.

I sigh and pinch her waist to see if she will react to my request.

"Sorry. I might be heavy for you." She apologizes, but that wasn't what I meant.

"I'm sorry, but I would always love you to straddle my waist and let me be your throne. I'd like to correct you, you're not fat." I say sternly, she giggles. Oh boy, God are you testing me?

"Thank you for that." I hate how she is being so formal with me even when she gave me the best night of my life. Wait, how long did I take to climax again? Less than 10 mins?

This is... a record...

I watch the woman dress herself and be approached by the two men who were similarly enticed by her. She shooed them away with one word.

"No." I never knew a simple two letter word can be said with such terror that they scram off like ants. Anyhow, she turns to me, having gathered all her things and laughs at how my d!ck was up again. That's right. It's up again because I can't stop longing for the feeling of excitement she have provided me for the past 10 minutes. I wanted her to fuck me as many times she wants. I want to be her sex slave.

Is that too far a wish?

Let's be reasonable to her. I'll say her the truth.

"Hey!" I stand up, feeling slightly dizzy and sleepy because my whole body felt good. She turns around with her brown hair in tandem of her movements and gives me the slightest smile, "If we can, can we meet here again?" I ask greedily, touching her chin.

"If fate allows it." She simply answers, walking away.

Oh.

That was unexpected of her.

I bite down on my bottom lip, staring at her plumpous ass as she walks away. She knows I'm staring. And so, she leaves into the sea of drunks and addicts on the stage.

"Wait!" It was too late. At the end of the day, I couldn't ask for her name nor take her number.

What I didn't know was that she is the person I've been chasing since day 1 of my career.

Ravine. The famous pornographic script writer, world renowned. If only I could have taken her number and gained access to success. If only... I kissed her sweet lips and remembered the flavor forever.

They days past and I am here as a director again. At last, I convinced myself to not recreate that scene nor think about it too. But lately, I ducked a few girls in my campus— yes I'm still a student— but none of them felt as good as her.

They all started preferentially with a blow job that I even refused for some. She didn't. That woman, slightly older than myself didn't give me a blow job. She directly climbed atop of me and started pumping herself on me.

We didn't even need lube at that moment. She was wet like a snail. But the other girls... we needed lube twice or even thrice and I even lost my temper at one.

I was coming back home, drained and exhausted and frustrated. I wanted to be left alone this weekend and hence cancelled all my plans and schedules. Suddenly, the doorbell goes off at 10 in the night and I am left puzzled.

Who might this be? Was this regarding a script or something?

I have the habit of not using the peephole so I opened the door quickly. To my unpleasant surprise, it was my stinky cheater ex.

Her eyes and nose red, in a sweater and teary glistening eyes. I was honestly so irritated to even look in her direction.

"What?" I bark, indirectly telling her to fuck the hell off.

"II'm sorry. Please take me back!" She screams, making a small commotion outside my house. What does she even take me as? I scoff, almost getting intentions of killing her and burying her b0dy, but morality stops me from doing that.

"How low are you for a woman? Oh, let me guess. The guy you slept with fucked a girl right in front of you and looked at you in the eye and said he doesn't love you. Or better, he made you Suck his d!ck to go put it in someone else's pussy—" my cheek stings sharply.

My head turned away, I look at her and control myself from breaking her neck with one little squeeze. Control yourself, Aaron. Control...

"What the fuck is wrong with you!? I just realized I love you!" She screams again. Huh?

"You wouldn't have enjoyed fucking that man in my house, my bed and still have the audacity to talk to me like that. Understood? Now get lost and live a life of a prostitute because you fucking deserve that shit. I'm cursing you better things than actual death. Now get lost." I push her away and close the door immediately before she could protest or stop me from closing the door.

Well, she didn't deny the fact that her 'boyfriend' cheated on her.

Suddenly, I begin smiling.

Jeez. I've never felt so happy before!

Am I going insane? I feel so happy for her life now!

Ravine's POV

Being the famous, most recommended script writer for the industry which requires creativity is not easy. It's quite easy for those who follow the basic genres and the same scenarios as the other. But, someone has to start with the fantabulous idea to copy from anyway, right?

That's why I'm here.

Ravine, the greatest modern porn script writer. Probably my name will be given in history but I don't like revealing a lot about me to public. They are the worst type of people, but we milk money out from them anyway.

Back to reality, I was observing the actors who were following my script, that too blindly. I shake my head and click my tongue, the director of this film turning towards me immediately.

"What's wrong, Ravine? Aren't they doing well, sweetheart?" The director asks me and I remain stationary. That was enough for a signal as the shooting starts again from the scratch. After awhile, we receive a complain from the male actor in the film that his d!ck won't rise up again. He's had his limit for today.

I see the horror cross against the director's face. Well, the way he looks at me says, 'I'll give you any money that you want, but if we extend this shoot to any other day, my producer will give up. Please help.' He said through his eyes. Sighing, I remove my jacket and enter the green room where the naked male actor sat and wondered why he couldn't get hard.

All I needed to do was send everyone outside, move slowly to close the door and start my show to the actor.

I don't do much, but you see, men are dogs that will lick anything thrown at them.

So I begin sliding my bra slip from my sleeveless tank top, gaining his attention. I observe his breathing pick up the pace. Yeah, that's right. Go on, crave me.

I smirk, knowing he will definitely grow within seconds. I must actually appreciate his size, too. I now understand why he reached his limit so soon today.

"Aren't you going to make this film a success for me?" I use my seductive voice, as much as I hate it when it's fake. It was as if I was using my rare voice for business and not pleasure or fun.

This voice... it has been dormant for the past three years. No man made sure I was enough satisfied. Rather, they would boringly empty themselves in me and leave the next instant. It was all about the lust game. None gave me a word of appreciation or anything else.

But that guy... at the pub...

His veins popped out because he was moaning so good. His voice made me even wetter than I was a second earlier and I couldn't stop myself either. That, was what I craved in a man. I wanted that pleasure and satisfaction and I was overwhelmed to the point I came within seven minutes and forcing him to follow me through our climax.

Since then, my body has been yearning for men like him.

Or rather... him.

I teasingly bite down on my lip and see him being amused by himself. He touches himself and successfully grows harder and harder.

"Let's be successful." Implanting the seed in him, I kiss his jaw and walk out of the green room to check up on the lady actress who is twice my age. Yes, it was a older x young blood theme.

The shooting ends quite on the good side. The director calls me to the separate wing to finally hand me over the money and the extra too. We go inside the dimly lit room since everyone had almost left. He there, tries to lock the door but I was on my defensive anyway.

"Don't." His hand stops moving up. "Don't even think that I will have sex with a maggot like you. This was business and will be business. Give me my money and leave." I say sternly.

"I'd rather not waste my energy fucking my wife when I have you around, Ravine. Come on, give me a taste. I'll have your consent." Oh. I thought he'd force himself on me.

Well, I guess I'll give him something.

Throwing him on the chair which slightly scrapes the floor, I straddle his waist and look into his eyes.

"I'm not a homewrecker. Don't lump me into that category." Saying that, I quickly grab the money from his hand and get up. He was left speechless and didn't come after me, but I was wrong.

When I was opening the door, he bangs me against it and I lose my cool. I slap him as hard as I could.

"Be sensible for once, you dickhead! You have a wife that loves you! I... I..." tears start brimming in my eyes as I remember my past. He stares at me with guilt in his eyes. He was quite young actually, maybe 30 or 35.

"I'm sorry. Let me drop you—"

"I'd go there by myself, thanks." I say but he quickly kisses my neck and leaves. That was odd. Did I trigger an epiphany in him that he begins running towards the garage?

The least I care.

Wiping my tears, I hear muffled sounds of thunder as I try my best to not remember those parts of my life which I wished never existed.

But... if not, I wouldn't have become the person I ought to be. Pain is the passport to success. That's what life taught me.

FLASHBACK....

It was a warm June evening. I was seventeen and had a boyfriend who was loving and doting for me. He confessed not so long ago, saying he loved me for my personality. But... he tricked me into taking my virginity within a week of our dating. It was not pleasurable as everyone said. It hurt. Especially because he was too big for my 5'3 height.

But, after that night, we tried on various positions and I didn't know why he would be so excited to try it every. single. night.

I was such a fool.

Later in my school I find out I'm pretty famous. That was because he used to sell our videos that he took without my permission. I lost it.

I prayed for his death because everyone looked at me like I was a prostitute hungry for a man's sinful touch. Everyday I was being called and written unholy letters to. I prayed death upon myself too.

But...

Three months of this torture passes and I get the news that he died in a car crash.

Looks like I won in the prayer. I thought.

After that, people started apologizing after they've learned and assimilated the truth that I never gave him the consent to shoot our videos. It was obvious in the videos. But it was too late. I carried the grudge in me for several months until I had an epiphany myself and started writing scripts.

I realized I was very creative, and I exploited my creative side this way. I got through college without anyone knowing who I was. I soon became famous and everyone wanted to meet me. I accepted.

Pornstars, industry topshots and everyone were interested in working with me and sleeping with me. I've done a few videos too, but I wantedly made the titles too boring to click onto and start watching. Like that, I survived even college without blowing my cover.

FLASHBACK ENDS...

Aaron's POV

I came to the strip club the next day on a Saturday evening. It was good and entertaining while many tried to climb on me. Yet, I feel a familiar aura around me. It was familiar I can say, but who? The answers to my question lies in one if the spectators who pretends to be a paired couple with a boy who clearly looked gay.

How did they even allow a gay to come to a straight strip club? Was he by chance interested in best of both worlds?

But, my world stops when I recognise the beauty sitting on his lap, enjoying her drinks. She had a different facade than when she was with me that day, precisely last week. I couldn't help but bite my lips and approach them softly, without disturbing the view of other spectators around the elevated floor.

"Hey!" I raise my hand and get her attention. She was pleasantly shocked to see me as she hugs me tightly out of the blue. That was quite unexpected for me. She didn't come off as a type to hug a person she met the second time in her life. I shouldn't be carried away! I'm getting hard again!

"Hi!" She says against the loud erotic music.

"Who's he!?" I ask her, she says, "My boyfriend!"

Crack. I hear a crack in my heart.

Wait. What am I even thinking? I promised myself not to involve in love again. I can't go through that again.

Seeing the color drained from my face, she laughs and points to the man in a hot pink skirt and says, "He's my dumbass best friend! He's gay!"

"Can see that somehow!" I scan him up and down. He's dark skinned, almost tan and looked pretty much like a bottom. Wow, he is capable of questioning my sexuality somehow.

Suddenly, a jolt of courage surges through me as I grab her waist and pin her against my tall stature. Her shocked and flushed face makes me feel invincible. That is the reaction I expected.

The glitter held in our eyes was mutual, we wanted to fuck each other and our brains out. Without another word, she smiles and reaches out to my ear.

"We could use the bathroom cabins, they reek..." she whispers just because she wants to confuse me, "of sex."

But I heard that even through the loud music.

I give her a delightful smile, like I was a baby boy who's been said yes to buying his favorite toy. Grabbing her hand that was like a delicate rose petal, we rush ourselves into a cabin that was luckily free. The atmosphere around us was really encouraging as I hear couples banging each other on my left and right, even the one two left cabins away.

I couldn't help myself from bending down to capture her lips, but she turns her head away.

"It's out of the list." She says. "I understand." If there wasn't her lips available, a woman always has a second pair of lips juicily available.

Placing her on the closed toilet bowl, I was positive that this atmosphere was sexencouraging and mixed with bathroom perfumes. Damn. They do keep this place clean as fuck.

The spaciousness allows me to go on my knees and begin exploring her other set of lips, the vertical lips. I bet she was surprised at the speed I realised she wasn't wearing any underwear below her mid length skirt. It looked as if she had planned such a thing with someone else. Maybe that twink she was with.

Beating around the bush was never my habit, so a long lick from her hole to the clit almost makes her choke me with her thick thighs.

"Ccalm down, tiger." She says, making me snicker, "I bet no one ever tasted you before, sweetheart." I say and slither my hands on her chest. The way she encourages me to squeeze her chest and eat her out was telling me that she needed such sex.

Or me...

I shouldn't think too highly of myself, yet I can't help but think that way. She is enjoying this too much. It was as if we were... lovers. Mad, passionate lovers.

Spreading her legs further apart, I swallow her juices that she oozes on my face within a few countable minutes. Another record for both of us. Her shocked face gave it away.

"You're fucking good at this. How old are you again?" She asks as I try to take my condom out to give her another pleasurable night. While I was trying to rip the seal off, she holds my hand and shakes her head. Spreading her legs, holding them to her chest, she was looking at me and expecting an answer.

I get really close to her face, lining my tip to her entrance. She closes her eyes and I attach our foreheads together, entering her completely and softly.

"Aaron. Nice to meet you, I'm 19." I say and chuckle, making her chuckle along with me. She was surprised to hear my age, I can say.

"Jocastia. Nice to meet you too." What a unique name... that must be her middle name too.

And from then, our journey begins as fuck buddies.

"Ahem." Adjusting my spectacles, I pull down my skirt and rub my thighs together to feel the slick gliding down smoothly. My cheeks were all red and mouth glistening. He gave me the best of my night so far, I'm looking forward to more. He stuff his phone in his pocket and gives me one of the rarest boyish smiles I've seen and rushes off.

"See you later!" Blushing even harder when he kisses my cheek, I scoff and smile while he runs away. That makes me think.

He said he was nineteen. Does that make me a pedo? I don't think so, according to the laws of America at least. As I walk out of the bathroom cabin, my mind still foggy from the orgasm he gave me, I sit beside my best boy and bop my head along with him to Poker Face by Lady Gaga. One of the best party beats ever produced.

"So," my best friend turns towards me, a vodka shot in hand that he passes over to me, "Who's that sexiness?" He asks shamelessly. I wouldn't mind asking them to fuck each other's mind outs in my next shooting schedule. They'd be so, so famous after that. But somehow, my consciousness didn't allow me to let him Shar with anyone.

What was I thinking?

By the way he snaps his hips into mine tells me how trained and perfected he was in sex. That makes me kind of jealous, but I've had my fair share of things in life too. I must say I'm well experienced, too.

"Girl, you smell like cheese! You gotta stop that habit of yours even if you're infertile!" I lose my smile in an instant. "Not funny, asshole." I pat Charlie on his shoulder, smirking at him.

"Your mood's changing." He indicates, but I've already climbed on his thighs and straddled him.

"There's no escaping me now." I lick his ear, the only part of his body which doesn't have any traces of makeup.

"You're better on the stage than on me, lady. Go get it!" He says and pushes me away. Only then do I see a lot of men staring at me, expecting me to please them at least visually. I scoff. Dogs are dogs, men are men who sometimes can become dogs.

Hence, "Let me throw you some bones."

Stretching my tee till it tears it down to my waist, I appreciate my color choice today as I had a hot pink laced bra inside my lilac tee. My red lipstick really brought out the best of me. It boosted me with confidence that I needed for today.

"Argh!" As I walked to the stage, someone enacts to be the dog as I throw them the piece of my tee that ripped out. I begin dancing like no tomorrow. I was enjoying myself.

The beat changes to something even more erotic and fast paced and that's what i want. Setting the stage on fire was my hobby ever since I came to this field, but today was exceptionally good. Maybe because I was happy? Maybe I was willing to show off that I was happier than I ever was before?

Happier... than when my dad abandoned me when I was twelve...?

But it doesn't matter now. All I gave to the public comes back in the form of money. Chuckling, I get back to my sweet best friend who reaches out for my bosoms, all stacked with the notes in my bra.

"Now that's called give and take." He says, I wink at him and give him the money from my left bra cup.

"Here. That's for cheering on me."

"Don't make me look like a beggar here, gurl! I've got a lot more stunts to pull than you."

"But be careful not to get caught, you know. This is still a straight club."

"That's why," he removes his unusually yellow pigmented glasses and stares into my eyes, "I'd fuck you right here, right now to fit into this club's rules, Ravine."

"Hey, Aaron! Did you know this!?" My friend Jasmine was just released from her schedule today. She is a pornstar too, second to someone I admire. She and I never worked together but since we were from the same university and she was my senior who inspired me into this field, I respect her vastly. Jasmine holds a pamphlet in her hand and swings it on my face. Removing the bands of the camera strings from my hand, I hold onto the pamphlet to read it briefly.

"Contest for best porn short film? You wanna participate?" I ask innocently. If she wanted, I'd definitely lend a hand and direct her film. The limit as I read is ten minutes max, since it's a short film.

"No, you fool! It's for the directors entry! You can participate!" She yells in my ear with her shrill voice. Biting my lower lip, I smile and nod my head. Honestly, I behave like a small child in front of her. Maybe her superiority makes me want to surrender to her that way.

"Sure. Let me think of a script soon."

"Cool. Bye!" She kisses my cheek sweetly and leaves. Wow, I'm blushing again. "Bbye..." waving my hand, I see her leave. The actors for my next schedule arrive as I share the news with them. I'm pretty extroverted. Their opinions encouraged me to do this, because the cash price was attractive even for me.

"Fifty grand will require a lot of efforts, man. Seeing you, you'll win the rounds pretty much with ease. I say go for it." The male actor says, the female actor clinging onto his arm. They were, once upon a time, a couple. The man broke up with her because he loved her too much and refused to see her with any other man on camera. So they broke up. This is a very common thing around here, but that intrigues me is their vivid chemistry.

I chose them for their chemistry and nothing else. It was a miracle that I could get them on the set as a pair again. Well, miracles happen with me with a cost.

My producer friend had to bargain them, but I needed them no matter what. It's a business at the end of the day, hence, here we are. Reuniting the lost couple.

The shooting ends on a quite good note.

I was sitting on a chair, exhausted because I was standing with the heavy camera on my shoulder for a pretty long time. The female actress sneakily walks into my green room, a special room for the director alone. Alerted, I sit straight and look at her.

"I'd need some rest after the shoot, sweetie." I say to her, even though she was older than me.

"I came to make you rest, stupid." She says. I watch her close the door behind her. The cheeky smile suggesting me something. My chest feels fuzzy when she gets on her fours on the floor and starts crawling towards me.

Ahem. Her ex is right outside.

"I don't want anyone to know about this." She says, pressing her midrange chest on my knees while she invades the space between my legs. Her dainty hands were pretty... but not as attractive as someone I know. She was full and final, like a doll. But somehow, artificial for my taste.

Yet, I'd accept the offer. Grab anything that's free. It's the rule of life for any man.

"What do you plan to do?" I ask her, placing the camera away and softly caressing her smooth cheek.

"Just a head." She says. "Fine with me." Giving her more access to myself, I spread my legs and relax back. To be honest, my shoulders hurt at this instant and I need a massage more than a head.

Watching as she skillfully gets rid of my garments, she dives right in at my semihard rod. Her lips were soft and warm. Her lipstick leaving trails on my skin at first. My breath was becoming tardy by the time she was bobbing her head on me.

She was skillful, as I said. She had a handful of movements to offer and I was enjoying all of her. I want to hold her head, but I'm afraid I'll explore a lot more than needed.

Seeing my hesitancy, she grabs my hand and places it on herself. Attagirl.

She shouldn't have done that.

Out of the blue, a spurt of energy surges through me as I begin thrusting my hips into her mouth. She was enjoying this, I could say.

Throwing my head back, I devour her sweet sounds that come from bobbing on my eight inches. I believe she can't take all of me, so I slow down to show consideration. I was tired myself, on top of that.

She gains her reign back on me, doing whatever she likes as I quietly accept. For some reason, it wasnt as exciting as when she was on. She never gave me an oral. Not once in the two times we had each other's tastes.

Fifteen minutes and I announce her that I was close. Caressing her hair, I look for signs where she wanted to see me nut on her face or chest. But she goes on. "I'm close. Fuck." Groaning, I release my load. Even after my announcements, she takes my load in her mouth... and swallows it.

"You didn't need to do that..." I say breathily. She was still bobbing and licking, to milk any leftover juices out of me. My body was flinching every time she licked my tip. The sensations made me feel ecstatic.

"I had to." She says, leaving me be and letting me put my garments back. She licks the side of her mouth and hums, something says me that I taste better than her ex. Well, that's a compliment to any man.

"I wanted to shoot with him one last time before my feelings faded. You can see me in love, but... I have to let him go for the best. And thanks to you, my last wish was fulfilled. Thank you, Aaron." She says. I gaze at her. I didn't know she wanted something like this.

Getting to my feet, I hold her face and kiss her sweetly.

"You're welcome, Daisy."

AARON'S POV

I can't stop myself. I can't stop thinking about her every single minute of my life. It was as though I've been drugged by her radiance and being that I'm weirdly addicted to her and only her. Should I try winding up this schedule early and see if she goes to the same club again? It's a Saturday today. I don't have any college homework to do either.

"Alright, guys! I'm cutting the time to ten minutes of nogap shooting! So keep it natural, alright? Three positions max." I yell, the producer looking at me with a raise in his eyebrow. I give him a guilty smile, because he's funded them for thirty minutes of time while I reduced it ten minutes. He must be severely pissed at me because of that. Well, i can't help it. I don't want to be late and miss my chances.

"Big old man! Faster and nut in her!" I widen my eyes when the director yells at the male actor through the earpiece. That was unexpected. After the shoot ended, I was approached by the middle aged man and he pats my shoulder before resting his arm around.

"So, you in a hurry for something?" He gets right into the point. I nod, showing no resistance. He raises an eyebrow and squints his eyes, giving me that suspicious look.

"Is it a girl?"

"Right again." Finally packing my precious camera and wiping the sweat off my forehead, I slither away from his hold and smile at him.

"You're cutting my pay, right?"

"Of course." Wow. Well. I don't mind it.

"How much?"

"80$ loss per minute. Nineteen minutes out of the schedule so it's around 1500$ cut from your pay. I'll send the 800$ now, check out for it." I make a guilty face but nod my head nonetheless.

While I was driving to the club on my Yamaha Bike, I noticed the lack of people this early in the evening. Might as well wait inside and have a couple of drinks. Sipping on draft beer, I check the time and it was around 7:30. I have to be home by eleven and sleep for my schedule tomorrow.

If was 9:20, and I was beginning to lose my patience. Club Red ain't giving me hope anymore.

Just when I thought of leaving and following my curfew, a silhouette from the entrance of the bar makes a grand entrance with her best friend. It's him. The gay guy who is hot enough to swoon any straight male over here.

"Ahem." Clearing my throat, I pay the old oaf bartender and skip towards them. The lack of audience yet responsive crowd makes them bow their heads as they sway their hips to the loud music, almost like a couple's dance. She was grinding on him, making me grind my teeth together too.

No. Why am I feel jealous? What an idiot am I?

"Hey! Jocastia!" I vaguely remember such a difficult name. She must be Cuban.

Her head whips around to figure out who called her out. Chuckling, I approach her and pull her away from her friend towards one of the semi closed cabins. Thank god this was luckily empty.

"Hey!" She jumps on me to hug. That was quite unexpected, given her nature to be stuck up or snobbish? I'm not judging her. I'm only describing what I say on our first unplanned rendezvous.

"Hi to you too. I uh... I don't want to bother you by saying this but I've been thinking a lot about you lately. All that ever strikes to me is you. It's not a love confession." I briefly look up from my feet to see her reaction. Her smile was fading, it made me panic. What is she expecting from me!? I can't figure it out!

I was walking on eggshells. Dangerously close to cutting the thin thread between us. I don't want to lose her. God help me!

"Gimme your phone." She says. I obey her again like a puppy. After she's done typing her number, I couldn't hold my excitement down as I begin tapping my foot on the floor. We were still standing.

"Here. And I'd like you to take me to your house if you don't live with your parents." Oh. My. God.

Did I hear that right?

"Oof course. Do you trust me that much already, Miss Jocastia?"

"I do." Saying that, she goes on her toes to hold me by my neck, pulling me down to her height as her warm lips touch mine. What is this? What was going on?

I couldn't digest the scenario. The girl on my mind just kissed me! I can't react!

"That was my first kiss." I could say. She was inexperienced and left me only with a warm chaste kiss on my lips. But I could feel the heat. No, this is bad. She is trying to make me fall for her! Should I tell her the truth? I can't get into another relationship already!

"Ravine, what are you"

"..."

"........."

The bigger silence was mine.

RRavine?

Ravine...? As in the famous script writer Ravine?

Judging by their reaction, she was warning her friend to keep quiet but I've already heard it. She turns to look at me as I've met with another shock. There no doubt. It's her.

It's Ravine the script writer!

This is epic! This is my chance!

"MMiss Ravine..." I mumble, unsure if they heard me over the loud sound. She makes a regrettable face as Charlie knew he fucked up. Taking her hands off me, she sighs and moves away from me.

"I'm sorry. Now that you know who I am, I can't let this thing go on." She says out of the blue.

"Nno. You don't understand. I've been chasing you for months! You're Ravine! I'm sure of it now!" That's why her body won't leave my mind. I've jerked off countless times to her solos and cameos. She always wears her iconic face mask to cover her face, but as I've experienced her twice already, I know her body matches with the real Ravine!

"Charlie you asshole." I smirk. She was indeed wanting to deceive and only keep me as her sex partner.

"There's no going back now, Miss Ravine." I walk towards her, menacingly slow. Trapping her between the wall and myself, I stare deep into her eyes and say.

"I'm the Aaron you were running away from. I'll tell you why," her face drains all color.

"Because you know already that I'll use you for my projects with JASMINE and make her your competitor. Right? You sly fox."

I knew I was right when her eyes widen with shock.

Ravine's POV

Shit. I've been caught.

I never knew I'd be caught so quickly.

It was all Charlie's fault for taking my real name. That bitch is going to get it so bad from me ugh!!

I stare at Aaron who was looking down at me with a wonderful smirk on his face. I knew I fucked up. The guilt factor was eating me away.

But hey, this is the industry. There's nothing wrong in being deceptive and keeping the work life away from the personal.

The real reason why I've been keeping my name away from Aaron is because... I know he will cast her. He can pay me any sum, but I will not let my works reach HER.

I'm talking of his best friend, Jasmine. I've acquainted with her after a long time, a few months ago and she introduced me to this budding human arts director. She just showed me his picture, but I clearly remember admiring him.

When I was in the club that day, it was like a divine coincidence that he stumbled and we had our first time together. And now, he's the owner of my very first kiss and the only person I've been avoiding confronting with my work life.

I don't want him to know my motive. But he guessed the intention of mine right off the bat like he knew what would happen with Ravine if he ever met her. Of course, I can easily derive that Jasmine talked shit about me all the time. I don't know if he knows the truth, but I'm expecting he is diplomatic enough.

"So, am I right?" He asks me again, I squint my eyes and push him away.

"I'm not working for a pussy like her." I admit, even though she was his friend and they'd definitely exploit me. I smell no such intentions from him, but i definitely smell deception from Jasmine. That bitch is cunning to the core.

"Miss Ravine, please. If you'd work with me, my life will have a literal shift!" He begins to beg. I sit on the couch, pulling my skirt down as his face changes. He must be thinking I'm ending this relationship with him. But he's wrong. I'm willing to continue it because my work life is different than my personal.

"What's in it for me?" Charlie comes to sit beside me as I slap his thigh. All because of this dimwit.

"You can enjoy me as much as you want." His words slip. I raise my eyes as I watch him slap himself. I shake my head in disapproval.

"Miss Ravine, I beg you. Just one script, please." Boy he's really persistent. Sighing, I think of a deal that strikes to me.

"Well, I'll accept your request." Charlie pinches my thigh, but i ignore him and lock his hands.

"Under one condition." Their attention was undivided as they stare at me. Charlie knows I'm thinking of something sinister. But this sinistry is way beyond my normal limits. Folding my leg over the other, I stare at the boy in front of me and smirk.

I have always had a lonely life ever since i broke free from my abusive relationship from the past. I couldn't get over it... unless I began sleeping around in my workplace and everything else. It had me tear up many times in my lonely nights, staring at the moon and envying it. The moon was never lonely, a blanket full of stars were its accompanies.

But now... it may change. For three months, but I believe it's going to be worth it.

"You're going to be my sex slave for the next three months."

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A/n: HINT [] Being a sex slave and being a sex partner are two REALLY different things :)