"Yes," she says softly, smiling up at Jared’s big gray eyes.
"Do you want to have sex with me today while someone films us?"
Destiny blushes, almost looking embarrassed and I'm forced to watch every minute of their interaction.
"Yes."
"Come here," Jared mumbles, pulling her into him and lowering his mouth to hers. He kisses her softly, gently massaging her lips with his. I hear her moan into his mouth, but Jared continues to keep the kiss soft and sensual. When his lips finally release hers he whispers, "See, you have nothing to worry about. Today will be great."
This is why so many women fall in love with him and like to watch his work. He has a way of making you believe he has feelings for you. He makes it so you feel that you're the only two people who exist. I can't watch anymore, so I silently excuse myself and find my way to the exit of the warehouse. I need some fresh air.
The minute I open the heavy metal door and step out into the California air, the sun warms my skin. The heat gives me a false sense of security. I wrap my arms around my stomach and lift my head to the sky, smiling at the warmth the sun brings on my face.
"Well, aren't you just adorable."
My eyes blink open and I turn around to see where the voice is coming from. There’s a man, probably in his late twenties, leaning against the wall of the warehouse. He must have just gotten off the phone because he tucks it in the front pocket of his jeans and saunters over to me. The blue denim lays low on his hips; his bare chest is glistening with sweat from the heat of the sun. He's tan, chiseled, and gorgeous. The all-American look suits him.
"Now, how have I never met you before?" He asks me.
"I just started working here. I've only been in California for a short time."
"Really? And you just happened to get a job in the high end of the porn industry? You must be an animal in the sack."
I should be pissed that another person assumes I am in the industry, but the way this man says it makes me know he's just messing around.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
"I would, I most definitely would," he flirts back.
I start to laugh at his forwardness and he joins in. It feels good to make fun of this whole ridiculous industry for a few seconds. Unfortunately, the easy moment only lasts a few seconds.
The door to the warehouse opens and out walks Jared. His eyes land on me and he looks worried.
"Where have you been? You're supposed to stay with me."
He looks around the open desert area and spots the man next to me for the first time.
"Don," Jared says, doing the chin nod men do.
"Hey, Brandon. I wasn't sure you remembered who I was, seeing as I haven’t been invited to any of your parties lately."
"Don't be such a pussy, you know I don't do invites. People just show up," Jared says, looking a little annoyed.
"This your new girl?"
"Billy's my new assistant."
"Billy," Don drawls out. "I like it"
"It's actually, Autumn. Ja-," I stop and correct myself in front of someone he obviously works with. "Brandon just likes to call me Billy."
Don smiles at me, sticking his hands in his pocket and rocking back on his heals. His stomach flexes from the movement.
"They want you on set, Don. Autumn and I will be there in a minute."
I watch as Don laughs a little at Jared's demand and goes to leave us in the hot summer air. Jared waits until the door to the warehouse closes before speaking to me again.
"Don't flirt with him. He's a major asshole to women and you'll only get hurt." He does that thing where he drags his hands through the hair of his fohawk. I've noticed he does this when he's nervous, anxious, or mad. "It's also unprofessional."
He seems angry and I really don't understand why. He made it clear that he thought last night was a mistake, and I'm really not interested in Don. Sure, he has a great body, and is all-American model hot, but that doesn't attract me. Those guys are usually major douchebags. I should know because that was Brock.
"I'm not interested in him, I was just being nice. You should try it some time."
"I can be very nice. You got the nice Jared last night. Now you get the strong willed, great work ethic, no bullshit Jared. That Jared is telling you to stop flirting and start acting fucking professional."
He doesn’t give me time to answer as he turns around and storms back into the warehouse. This is becoming a pattern for him. He says something semi- insulting to me and then leaves before I can defend myself.
I stay outside for a few minutes. Mostly to calm myself down so I don't go into the warehouse and bitch him out in front of his colleagues.
When I make my way back into the warehouse everything has changed. The ten or so people that occupy the space are over in the corner by the living room set. My eyes follow their movement and I realize they are starting to shoot today’s scene.
That was fast.
The girl, Destiny, is standing near the couch in a pair of cutoff shorts that her ass cheeks hang out of, and a midriff baring top that is so low cut I can almost see her nipples. Her dark hair is down and she is twisting a piece of it around one of her fingers.
Jared is sitting on the couch in a white ribbed tank and gray lounge pants. He has a video game controller in his hands and it actually looks like he is playing a game on the flat screen in front of him. What shocks me even more is that Don is on the sofa next to him, in just a pair of jeans, also holding a controller and playing the video game.
I walk closer, until I'm almost standing on the set myself. When I notice how close I am, I move to stand behind one of the cameras, hiding myself behind Troy, who seems to be directing the scene. A young woman, probably someone who works for Troy, whispers quiet on set and then Troy calls action.
I thought I would be intrigued, possibly even excited to see Jared perform live after watching his videos online, but as I watch the scene in front of me, my stomach is in knots and I feel the urge to vomit.
Destiny starts talking about going out and enjoying the day with her boyfriend, played by Jared. Jared and Don ignore her and continue to play the video game. She makes a pouting noise and is about to leave the room when she says out loud, "I have the perfect way to get you boys to pay attention to me."
Academy Award acting right there.
Destiny lifts her small top over her head, exposing her perky, large breasts. She isn't wearing a bra. Destiny moves her hands to her stomach and slowly drags them up her body. When she reaches her breasts, she starts to massage and knead her skin. She moans as she pulls and pinches her nipples. Both males have stopped playing the game, their eyes completely focused on her movement. She makes a victorious sound as Jared and Don get up from the couch.
Jared reaches her first and reaches his hands out to cover her breasts, taking over the massage with his own hands. His mouth goes down to cover one of her nipples as he begins to suck on her breasts. His eyes aren’t seductive and hooded like they were with me. His eyes are opened and focused completely on her eyes.
I don’t know what I should feel right now. His eyes being opened seems more intimate, but I remember overhearing him tell Kelly that he keeps his eyes focused on his partner so he can read her better. He needs to know what's okay in the moment as they're filming their scene.
Don comes up behind Destiny and falls to his knees. His hands come up to grab Destiny's ass, squeezing and pulling apart her ass cheeks. She moans as Don brings the palm of his hand up and under the material of her shorts. He makes quick work of pulling them off, before moving her ass cheeks apart and putting his tongue on her, sucking and licking her intimately. The sound she makes is even starting to arouse me. She's obviously being over dramatic.
After a few minutes of Jared sucking her breasts and Don going down on her ass, they switch positions. Don stands up and lowers his jeans, leaving them around his ankles. He's gone commando and his cock springs out as he begins to stroke his length, keeping his f
ocus completely on Jared and Destiny. Destiny lowers to her knees, pulling Jared's lounge pants off as he pulls his tank over his head. This is when Troy calls cut.
No one moves and I am so confused. In one of the conversations I listened to between Kelly and Jared, I learned that they mostly shoot porn scenes straight through unless there is a problem, or multiple sets. Today's scene only involves this one set, so there must be a problem, but I don't know what the problem could be. I thought the scene was going well.
"You having a little problem there, Brandon?" Troy asks. I whip my head around to Jared and that's when I notice the problem. He's flaccid. I've watched four of his movies to know that he should be hard by the time the actress is undressing him.
"No, man. Just give me a second," Jared mumbles as he grips himself and starts to stroke his cock, attempting to stir it to life. He plays with his piercing and gently squeezes the head of his cock before stroking himself again.
"You want me to go get my pump?" Don asks him.
His pump? Oh My God! Don uses a pump on his cock. Does Jared?
"No, man. You know I don't use that shit." He continues to stroke himself as he looks around the room. His eyes eventually land on mine and I can see the troubled look in them. I don't know why he looks this way, but it makes me want to go over and comfort him.
I don't though. Jared has made it clear that he expects me to act professional when I'm at work for him. I smile his way, not knowing what else to do.
"That a boy. Alright, let's continue," Troy says from beside me.
I look back to Jared and he's hard as a rock. He's still looking directly at me because he wants me to see this. He wants me to see that he got hard. Is he trying to tell me he's hard because of me?
He finally breaks eye contact with me as Troy calls action. Destiny's mouth is immediately on him. Sucking his dick like it's a damn lollipop. Jared gets down on his knees, forcing Destiny to go down on all fours. Her mouth never leaves his cock as she continues to take all of him. Her ass is in the air and that's when Don stops stroking himself and gets down behind her, sliding himself into her pussy, doggy style. The two men set a rhythm and Destiny moans and groans as she takes them both as deep as she can handle.
I can't watch anymore. I know this is Jared's job, but I'm starting to develop feelings for him. Watching him perform these intimate acts with another woman is too much.
I move away from the set silently. I don't want anyone to see me leave. I move to one of the tables at the other end of the warehouse and grab my purse. I sneak out of one of the doors that lead to the front of the warehouse, and as soon as I am outside I spot Jared's town car. I wave to his driver, Tony, and walk that way.
"Is it okay if I just chill in the back seat until Jared comes out?" I ask him.
"Sure thing." He opens the door to the backseat for me and I make myself comfortable on the leather seats. The leather feels cool against my overheated skin. I tilt my head back and close my eyes, trying to forget the Jared I just watched in there. I only want to remember him with me, and inside me, but I can't. I made him stop before it got that far and for the first time today, I regret making him stop.
Chapter Seven
I've almost drifted off to sleep when I hear the door next to me being opened. I turn my head to the door and watch as Jared crawls into the back seat. He has a towel wrapped around the back of his neck and he's dressed in the white ribbed tank and gray lounge pants.
His eyes are burning into mine, and I can't help but flinch and close my eyes as he moves to sit directly next to me. I can smell the sex dripping out of his pores. He reeks of it.
He could have at least showered before getting back in the car.
"Why'd you leave, Billy?"
I keep my eyes closed as I say the first lie I can think of. "Migraine."
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I just need to sleep it off."
His hands come up to gently massage my temples. The feeling of his fingertips on my skin is soothing.
"My mom used to get really bad migraines when I was a kid. We’ll put a cold compress behind your neck and a cool rag on your forehead when we get back home. That should help you relax and hopefully fall asleep."
He's being so attentive and sweet. I never had this with Brock. Brock never took care of me or was concerned when I was sick. I almost feel bad that I've lied to Jared about having a migraine. I quickly get over the small feeling of guilt when I remember that he just fucked another woman in front of me, after getting hard from looking at me.
He turns his body so his back and head are leaning against his door, and he pulls me into the opening of his legs, my back to his chest.
"Lean your head back." I do my best to ignore the smell of sex on him and do as he says. I don't want him to know that his performance inside the warehouse bothers me.
He brings his hands back up and continues to rub my temples the entire way home, massaging them in circles and applying just the right amount of pressure. I’m sure if I actually had a migraine, this would probably help relieve the pain.
We get back to his house and Jared insists on carrying me in. I put my feet down, literally, and walk myself into his large home before he tries to force me to let him carry me.
"Go up to my room and lay down on the bed. I’ll bring the compress up in a minute."
I don't feel like arguing with him because I know he'll end up winning. I drag my feet all the way to his room and lay down in the bed on top of the covers. I let my head hit the pillow and I'm instantly engulfed in Jared's delicious scent. The scent I love on him, not the scent of sex he's currently sporting.
I turn my head into the pillow and inhale deeply. I can't get enough of him.
"What are you doing?" Jared asks curiously, as he makes his way to the bed with a cold compress and rag.
"Huh?" I decide to play dumb.
Jared shakes his head, "Never mind. I'm going to take a shower and you need to get more comfortable. Throw on a pair of my boxers and a t-shirt, and then get under the covers. The compress goes behind your neck and the cool rag goes on your forehead. Hopefully it will give you some relief."
"Thanks," I whisper.
"Don't thank me unless it works. It used to work on my mom so hopefully it’s a universal remedy."
He leans down and kisses me tenderly on the forehead before moving and going into the adjoining bathroom.
I change quickly into his t-shirt and boxers and hop back into bed. I apply the compress to the back of my neck and place the cool rag on my forehead. I'm hoping to fall asleep before Jared leaves the bathroom. I can't handle much more today.
I really want to get up and call my sister, or even my aunt, and get their advice. I also have the urge to flee and go home. It's the first time since I’ve been here that I actually want to leave.
These thoughts begin to make a home in my head when I hear the bathroom door open and Jared walks out in just a towel. He goes to his dresser and pulls out boxers for himself. Either he doesn't realize I'm up or he doesn't care because he drops the towel, giving me a perfect view of his firm ass.
He slips the boxers on and turns around to face the bed. I'm stunned and my body refuses to make even the slightest movement. It's early in the afternoon. Why is he hopping in bed with me?
Jared pulls back the comforter and slips inside, scooting his body close to mine. He drapes a hand against the top of my pillow as his other hand sweeps aside the hair that’s fallen on my cheek. He caresses my skin softly while making a soft cooing sound from the back of his throat.
"Try to sleep, babe," he whispers, continuing the soothing movement of his hand on my cheek.
I want to protest, but I can't. He's showered and all I can do is be consumed by the smell of him. I'm convinced that this must be what heaven smells like because it's the most wonderful smell in the world. I continue to take in slow, deep breaths while Jared's hands move over me and I eventually drift off to sleep.
★★★
I wake up in a familiar position, cocooned in Jared's arms. The warmth radiating from his skin, combined with the comforter over us is making me feel hot. Too hot, but I don't want to move. Being in his arms feels too perfect.
The room is still lit by the sun, but it's not as bright. I start to wonder how long we've been sleeping when I feel Jared start to stir next to me. His arms tighten around me, squeezing me closer to his firm body. Then his arms are suddenly gone and his eyes are wide open.
"Hi..."
"Hi," he responds huskily. "Are you feeling better?"
Oh, right, I was supposed to have a migraine.
"Yes, actually I am. My headache's gone so I guess you knew what you were talking about."
"I always do," he says confidentially. "What do you say if we order in and just relax tonight? I just got the entire first season of Dexter on DVD. We can watch that and order in some Chinese food or pizza. Actually, let's do Pizza because there's MSG in Chinese food and that is known as a possible trigger for migraines."
I squint my eyes at him humorously and can't help the smile that comes to my face. "You can be so surprising. I would've never expected you to be so knowledgeable."
"Why, because I'm a porn star?"
"No. No, because you're a male. The men I know aren't as attentive as you are."
His hand comes up and he playfully messes up my hair.
"You've been hanging out with the wrong guys. Thank fuck I'm here to fix that."
"Yeah, you've been a great friend to me," I giggle.
"And I'm going to continue to be," he adds.
Jared goes to the bathroom in search for his lounge pants and grabs his cell phone out of the front pocket. I watch as he dials and orders a pizza for us. His confidence is always present, even in a phone call. He stands straight with his broad shoulders and muscular back facing me, and talks to the person on the other end of the phone with authority. It's extremely sexy.
"Pizza should be here in thirty. I’m going to go downstairs and grab Dexter and some beer."
When Jared leaves the room I get up in search of my purse. I find it on the floor and dig through the bag in search for my cell phone. I need to text my sister.
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