by Terry Towers
"So, how did it go with Hunter last night?" Jennie asked as she sat down beside Nadine on the floral print loveseat and passed her a cocktail.
Nadine grinned. "Amazing."
Nadine's mind raced back to her night with Hunter. She'd never wanted to fuck someone so badly in her life, but he'd denied her. However, she certainly couldn't complain about the foreplay or how skilled he was in the oral department. She'd fallen to sleep, naked in his arms and awoke to breakfast cooking with him wearing nothing but her apron and that sweet sexy smile of his.
A part of her was actually glad they hadn't had sex. It gave her something to anticipate and look forward to. Their next date was tomorrow night and he was going to reveal the big secret about his occupation. He'd offered to simply tell her a number of times, several times insisting, but she refused. She was actually having a bit of fun trying to figure it out on her own. The only thing she could figure was that he was a bartender. It was the only thing that made sense to her. He had the looks, the charisma and attitude that she'd expect. That had to be it.
"So ladies!" At the sound of Jade's voice all twelve women attending the bachelorette party turned their heads, ending their respective conversations and focused their attention on the bride-to-be. "This first video is called... The Pussy Bandit," she announced slipping the disc in the player and pressing the start button on the remote.
Laughing at the absurdity of the title, Nadine glanced over at Jenny and rolled her eyes.
"When do you see him again," Jenny asked as they waited for the movie to start.
"Tomorrow night." Nadine's attention was distracted as a woman walked onto the screen, and into the set's kitchen, dressed as a 1970's suburban housewife - floral print sundress and apron, over her extra large breasts, and slender waist.
The woman on the screen turned and gasped as a tall, lean man wearing a black mask covering the upper part of his face entered the scene. "What are you doing here!" The woman onscreen exclaimed!"
"I'm here for your sweet pussy," the man in the mask replied.
Nadine was in the process of bringing her drink to her lips when she froze, the glass two inches from her mouth. That voice was familiar...Too familiar. She examined the man on screen a little closer. His jaw was chiselled and dark hair unruly - just like Hunter. He approached the woman, grabbed her hips and spun her around, bending her over the kitchen table.
"My husband will be home soon," the woman on screen proclaimed.
"Don't worry, we have enough time," the robber responded pulling her skirt up and then hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her thong and yanking them down exposing her pussy to him and to the audience.
Nadine watched the robber undo his black pants and then continued to watch as the scene unfolded, becoming more and more aware that she knew the 'robber' with each minute that passed. Nah, it can't be him. Twenty minutes of sex went on, the actors repositioning themselves several times. The scene completed with the woman on her knees in front of him waiting for him to spray her face with his cum.
With a loud groan that churned Nadine's stomach the 'robber' spewed his cum on her. Once he was finished unloading she wiped her face, grinning foolishly up at him. "Please, at least show me your face. I'll never tell a soul," she assured him as she rose to her feet and slowly peeled his mask from his eyes.
Nadine thought she was going to be sick as the robber was revealed to be none other than Hunter. Her Hunter. A couple of her co-workers gasped also recognizing him.
"Oh-my-God! Isn't that..." One of her co-workers said.
"That's Nadine's new boyfriend," Samantha squealed with obvious delight.
Nadine whipped her head around to glare at the grinning Samantha.
"Well, it's true isn't it?" Samantha asked taking a sip from her beer. "So is he really that good of a fuck Nadine?"
Nadine ran a shaky hand through her hair and shook her head. "I-I don't-"
"Zip it Samantha," Jenny snapped standing and rushing over to the player and ejecting the disc. "I think we've seen enough."
"I want to see the case." It had to be a mistake. Someone who looked like him. She'd heard a number of times that everyone had a twin somewhere in the world. Maybe that was Hunter's?
Jenny carried the movie over and passed it to her. Flipping the case over, she looked at the screen shots. None showed the actor without his mask. Looking to the bottom of the case to the credits she noticed the actors name was Hunter Longcock. Different last name, but the same first name. How tacky. Nadine swallowed back the hurt that was bubbling up within her. She needed to see him. Was this the mysterious job? No wonder he kept it a secret. It had to be a mistake. Maybe a dumb thing he did to make money while in college? She needed to know.
"I gotta go," she murmured standing and tossing the video onto the coffee table in front of her in disgust.
The room fell silent, all eyes on her as she made her way towards the front door, grabbing her jacket off of the back of a kitchen chair as she walked by.
"Where are you going hun?" Jenny asked coming up behind her.
"To Hunter's house." Nadine pulled on her jacket as she reached for the door handle.
"Do you think that's wise? Maybe you need some time..."
"No. I need to know what this is all about."
"Want me to come with you hun?"
Turning back to face Jenny she gave the older woman an appreciative smile. "I'll be okay. I just need to talk to him."
"Alright." Giving her a quick hug, Jenny stepped back. "Call me if you need me."
With a nod Nadine turned her back to the bachelorette party and left.
Chapter 5
Hunter was in the process of lowering himself into a warm aromatherapy bath, a secret indulgence that he'd have never admitted to anyone, when he heard the doorbell. The temptation to ignore it was great, but the person on the other side seemed insistent pressing the buzzer rapidly and insistently.
"Coming, coming," Hunter grumbled more to himself then to the person on the other side of the door, securing a towel around his waist as he made his way to the front door. Grabbing the doorknob, he yanked open the door to see Nadine standing before him.
A smile touched his lips as her looked down at her, but it quickly faded as he noticed the grim look on her face. "Wow, Nadine. Come on in. I thought you were attending a bachelorette party tonight?" Stepping aside, he ushered her into his lavish five bedroom house on the outskirts of Portland.
"I was." She walked past him, avoiding his eyes.
"So what happened? Not to say I'm not excited to see you. I'm... thrilled honestly."
She eyes surveyed the foyer as she shrugged off her jacket. "I left. They started watching porn and it made me think of you." She was dressed casually, in jeans and a t-shirt. As usual she looked as sexy as hell.
Hunter's body froze, with Nadine's jacket in hand. There was no way that of all the porn in the world the women in at the bachelorette party would have seen one of his was there? There was thousands upon thousands of videos out there, roughly two dozen of which he acted in, and they were created over ten years ago. He'd directed hundreds of videos, but all of which were directed under a different name in the off chance he decided to switch careers.
He cleared the lump that was beginning to form in his throat, as he opened the coat closet and hung up her black three quarter length jacket. "Why did it remind you of me?"
She spun around to face him and for the first time since she'd entered the house, looked him in the eye. "Are you going to deny it was you?"
This wasn't the way he'd wanted her to find out. He had a whole night planned for her tomorrow night, which was her night off, where he was going to tell her the fill truth about his current and previous career. Taking a deep breath in, he let it out slowly trying to gather his thoughts.
"Come on into the living room and sit down, while I grab a pair of boxers and we'll talk." He reached out and touched her cheek, and to his relief she didn't jerk away. "Okay?"
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She nodded and allowed herself to be ushered into the living room, which was elegant in design with high cathedral ceilings, and a lit fireplace with marble mantle at the back. Once she was seated on the cream coloured leather sofa he rushed off for the bedroom, thankful for the few extra minute to figure out a way to make what he had to say sound good enough that she wouldn't leave tonight and never come back.
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For the past twenty minutes, the length of time it took to drive to Hunter's place from Jade's, Nadine's mind couldn't keep from going back to the image of Hunter of the television fucking that big breasted, blonde woman. She wondered how many videos was he in. How many women had he been with? Was he still doing porn? Could she accept it if he was? She just didn't know. Sure, all men had pasts, but anyone that wanted to could see her man fucking random women whenever they wanted. It actually made her sick to her stomach thinking about it.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Pulled from her thoughts Nadine glanced up at Hunter to see he had removed the towel and pulled on a pair of black fleece lounge pants, sitting low on his hips. He hadn't bothered with a shirt, leaving his muscular chest bare. If she hadn't been so upset over her discovery, her body would have been on fire with need for him. Especially after last night. However, the confusion she was feeling was overriding everything else, at the moment.
"What do you do for a living Hunter?" Nadine asked and then held her breath awaiting the answer.
With a sigh, Hunter sat down beside her on the sofa and took her hand. She relaxed slightly as their fingers entwined.
"Okay, I have no idea what video you saw-"
"The Pussy Bandid." she offered.
"Wow. Okay." Hunter ran a hand through his unruly hair. "Yeah, that was one of mine."
"Oh God," she groaned. A part of her was hoping he'd deny it and that it had been some huge mistake. As much as she didn't want to ask, she needed to know. "How many are you in? Are you still making them? Is that the career that you've been hiding?"
"Well, no. I'm no longer an actor."
Oh, thank God! Her spirits lifted. The past was the past right?
"But I'm still making them."
Her spirits fell as quickly as they were rose. "But... you just said..." She tried to read his expression, as if she could find out all she needed to know simply looking at him, but all she saw was concern in his eyes.
"I'm a pornographic producer and director."
"So you're a pornographer?" She had no idea how she felt over that additional information. Maybe he wasn't fucking on film anymore, but he spent his days watching others fucking. All those slender, big breasted, beautiful women with blonde hair and stunning tans... Jealousy surged through her and she tried to press it down.
"I promise you Nadine, it's not what you expect it to be."
"So you don't watch people fuck all evening, every evening?"
Hunter sighed. "It's a job Nadine. That's all."
"Do you get aroused?"
"It's not quite like that. I've been in the business a long time..."
"How long?"
Hunter clucked his tongue off of the roof of his mouth. "About fifteen years. Five years as an actor and ten as a producer and director."
Fifteen years in the fucking business? My God!
"Believe it or not, when you're exposed to it constantly sex loses much of the appeal."
"So is that why you didn't want to... You're just not-"
Hunter's face blanched and he shook his head, taking both of her hands in his. "Oh no Nadine. You're the first woman in a long, long time that I'm dying to be with. You have no idea how much restraint it took last night to just hold you."
"But why didn't you?" Her mind was racing. Why her when he could have his choice of sexy women, with big boob and tiny waists? Those women would know each and every way to pleasure a man, when her knowledge was limited in comparison. It made no sense.
"Because I wanted you know this about me first. What I do."
Nadine chewed at her lower lip. "I just... I don't get how you can't be attracted to the women in your movies."
Keeping her hands in his, he gave them a reassuring squeeze. His jaw clenched, but his expression became unreadable. A silence overtook the room as Nadine waited for Hunter to respond. With every second lapsed, she became more concerned she'd angered him with her pressing.
Finally he nodded, a smile touching his lips. "I have an idea."
Cocking her head to the side she regarded him with curiosity. "What kind of idea?"
"You're off tomorrow and I have an afternoon shoot. I changed the time so we go could out tomorrow night. Come with me." His smile widened and she noticed an exuberance entering his eyes.
Nadine shook her head. "Oh, hell no Hunter." She attempted to pull her hands from him, but he refused to release them.
Hunter shrugged. "Why not?"
"Well... I..." There were dozens of reason why not, but at the same time she couldn't deny that she was intrigued. What went on at a shoot? Maybe he was being honest and it was just work and nothing more than that to him. It would certainly be interesting to see for herself. "It would be awkward Hunter. People having sex and me..." she crinkled up her nose at him. "And me... watching?"
"The actors won't care. Why not?"
Nadine opened her mouth to give him another reason why not, but snapped it shut again. The idea was seriously perking her interest. "A porn shoot. Seriously?"
Hunter shrugged again and gave her a wicked wink. "It'll be fun. I promise."
With a loud sigh she returned his smile. "Alright. I'll go." Maybe it will be fun, she told herself, her excitement over the idea rising.
When he attempted to lean in to kiss her, she raised a hand and flattened her palm against his chest. "But..."
Hunter froze waiting for her to continue.
"I can't guarantee I'll be okay with this. You have to promise to respect my feelings on this. Cause if I can't deal with the porn then..." The last thing she wanted was to stop spending time with him, there was something growing between them, something she'd never felt before. But at the same time she knew he'd never stop what he did for a living, by the looks of his home it was evident it made a very comfortable living for him, so she'd never ask him to.
His smile faded as he nodded. "I promise."
The worry in his expression tore at her heart. She had no doubt that his feelings for her was at par with what she was feeling from him. It was shocking to her that such an attachment could develop so quickly; a few months of flirting at the coffee shop and a few evenings together. But it was.
With the issue of his occupation settled - for now - the fact that he was sitting before her in just a pair of bottoms came rushing to the forefront of her mind. To her dismay her eyes glanced down his body and paused at her groin as her desire for him ignited.
"Not tonight honey."
Nadine's face flushed at being caught and her eyes quickly jumped back to meet his. "I don't know what you're talking about," she defended herself laughing.
Sitting back on the sofa, Hunter pulled her back against him - her back to his front and wrapped her arms around her. Nadine couldn't have stopped the sigh that escaped her lips as she settled into his strong embrace if she tried.
Hunter brushed her hair away from her neck and softly caressed the skin of her neck with his lips. "How about we just talk. And then if all goes well tomorrow..." He nipped at her earlobe and sent a rush down her spine.
"Not the best way to convince me to behave myself Hunter," she moaned, closing her eyes and laying her head against his shoulder.
Chuckling he kissed her temple as he pulled her tighter against him. "Hmmm. perhaps not. Maybe I just can't help myself."
Nadine smiled, keeping her eyes closed and enjoying the warmth of his breath on her neck that was sending pleasurable shivers through her. Hmmm, that makes two of us.
Chapter 6
Hunter had no clue whether bringing Nadine onto the s
et was a good or bad idea. He hoped that when she saw how professional the shootings were she'd realize that for him it was what it was - a job. Nothing more or less.
"This way." Keeping her hand firmly held in his, Hunter led the visibly nervous Nadine through the mansion he'd rented for the week in order to film the movie, and towards the pool in the back. The scene was to take place at the pool.
"So what is the movie about?" she asked as they approached the glass double doors leading to the massive pool area where the crew and actors were already ready for them.
Hunter chuckled. "A rich housewife gets bored of her billionaire husband and decides to have some fun with the Latino pool boy."
Nadine threw back her head and laughed, her dark eyes twinkling with amusement as she looked up at him. "Serious?"
"As a heart attack."
Nadine groaned. "Isn't that a little cliché."
"But it sells." Hunter gave her a wink before opening the glass door for her. Stepping aside he allowed her to enter before him.
"I'm a bit nervous," she admitted quietly as she brushed past him, through the threshold.
"Why, you planning on performing on camera today?" he teased, reclaiming her hand and proceeding to led her to the set.
Rolling her eyes, she jabbed in him the ribs with her elbow. "No. But I've never watched people have sex before."
"Well, I'm glad you get to share this first with me."
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She wasn't sure what she'd expected, but the scene before her wasn't it. The pool area was lavish and simply spectacular. She had a hard time believing that people actually lived there. At one end of the massive, oval pool was a waterfall. The droplets of water shone like diamonds under the sunlight. There was a hot tub that could easily fit a dozen people at the other end.
One either side of the pool were lines of lounge chairs and ten foot tall hedges surrounding the pool area, keeping what was going on there private from would-be prying eyes.
"This is really beautiful."
"Yeah, it is." Hunter gave her hand a tug and guided her towards an attractive couple sitting at the edge of the pool, their feet dangling in the water. "You can meet the talent."