Sometime later, Matthew and Danielle came quietly back into the house – discreetly holding hands. Once again, it was the sort of detail that only Alyssa noticed.
“Hey, we’re gonna bail, okay?” Matthew asked Terry, as the director flicked through the footage on the back of his DSLR.
“Oh, sure,” he nodded, not even looking up. He only glanced away from the screen long enough to say: “I’ll be in touch about the next shoot. I think the distributor has something special lined up.”
“I… Er…” Danielle looked hesitant. “Sure.”
But Terry was already back to looking at the screen.
Danielle stepped away to collect her stuff. That gave Matthew the opportunity to step over to Alyssa; and he gently grabbed her elbow and manoeuvred her into the downstairs bedroom.
“Hey,” he whispered, although Alyssa glanced over his shoulder to make sure Michael hadn’t noticed them slink off. “Thanks.”
Once she was satisfied that Michael hadn’t noticed, Alyssa turned back to the handsome hipster.
“Thanks?” She cocked her head on one side. “Thanks for what?” Then she blushed. “Oh, that blowjob… I mean…”
“Not that,” Matthew laughed, as if giving a virtual stranger a blowjob was no big deal. “I meant what you told me.” He blushed a little. “I told Danielle how I felt.” Then he smiled so wide, his cheeks must have hurt. “She said she likes me too!”
“Awww!” Alyssa clasped her hand to her chest. “Oh, sweetie. I’m so happy for you.” She reached up and wrapped her arms around Matthew’s neck. “Good for you.”
Matthew hugged her back.
“I would never have done it without you.” Pulling out of her embrace, he looked down and said: “You really saved my bacon today.” And then he bent down to kiss her on her cheek.
Alyssa blushed.
But before she could react, Danielle poked her head through the door. The pretty girl’s brow knotted as she saw her boyfriend – of at least three and a half minutes, at least – so close and intimate with another woman.
“Are we going, or what?”
“Oh, yeah, sure,” Matthew nodded. He turned to Alyssa: “Thanks again. I mean it.”
“No worries,” Alyssa beamed. “I’m happy to help.” And then she turned to Danielle. “And I’ll see you next time, right?”
Danielle stared at her suspiciously.
“Yeah,” she eventually grunted, eyes narrow. “Yeah, sure you will.”
Chapter Sixteen
The night that Alyssa and Michael got back from the porn shoot, she’d grabbed Michael’s hand and practically dragged him upstairs to the bedroom.
“Wait, don’t we need to go and pick up the kids?” Michael demanded, as Alyssa threw him onto the bed.
“They can wait,” she hissed, pulling off her panties. “This won’t.” And then she wrenched open his jeans, pulled out Michael’s thick cock and engulfed it in her mouth.
“Ooooh, fuck!” Michael threw his head back and groaned. Alyssa didn’t give all that many blowjobs; and never with this kind of enthusiasm.
The truth be told, Alyssa’s mouth had been watering at the thought all the way home. She’d got such a thrill from sucking Matthew’s cock, in anticipation of his porn scene. She’d loved the feeling of it swelling and throbbing in her mouth; getting harder and hotter.
She wanted to feel that again; and Michael didn’t disappoint.
As his cock filled her mouth, Michael stroked Alyssa’s luxurious brown hair.
“Jesus,” he groaned, writhing in pleasure on the bed. “If I’d have known you’d get this hot and horny, I’d have had us making porn years ago.”
“You’ve said that before,” Alyssa grinned, lifting her head from his crotch. “Now lie back.” And, with that, she clambered onto the bed and straddled Michael’s hips.
Alyssa’s pussy had been wet all day; and as she positioned the head of her husband’s cock at the bare entrance to her cunt, she could feel her pussy lips flutter in anticipation. She lowered herself onto Michael’s cock, and moaned loudly as she felt herself stretched and filled.
“Oh, God, I needed this so badly,” she groaned.
“Oh, fuck, you’re so wet,” Michael reached up and pulled Alyssa’s big breasts from her sun dress, squeezing them in his calloused hands. “Damn, girl. What got you so turned on?”
The truth? Giving a clandestine blowjob, with her husband right next door.
But she lied, and told him: “Watching those two guys fuck her…” Alyssa ground her hips into Michael’s crotch, feeling his big dick shift deliciously inside of her. “Oh, man, I would love to know what that feels like.”
Lying beneath her, Michael’s brow crinkled.
“You would?”
Alyssa bit her lip.
“A big cock fucking me from behind,” she groaned. “And sucking on another one?” She shuddered at the mental image. “It’s so naughty.”
“Mmm,” said Michael, sliding his hands down until he was gripping Alyssa’s round ass; manhandling her back and forth on top of him. “I didn’t think you were into that, you naughty little slut.”
“Nor did I,” Alyssa admitted. “Not until…”
She didn’t finish that sentence.
Jamming her fist into her mouth, and placing her hand flat into the center of Michael’s chest, Alyssa began riding her husband harder and faster; back and forth. She was perfectly positioned to rub her throbbing clitoris against his bony hips, and that was making her…
…making her…
“Oh, fuck, baby!” Alyssa’s whole body shuddered as she came. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, but that didn’t stop her grinding and groaning and riding Michael like he was a rodeo pony.
“Oh, yeah,” Michael’s fingers sunk into the flesh of Alyssa’s hips – so hard that it promised to leave bruises. “You’re so fucking sexy when you cum.” And then he thrust upwards, inside of her, and his own cock exploded like a fire hose.
For what seemed like forever, they writhed and rode each other in mutual ecstasy. Then, with a gasp, Alyssa flopped down across her husband’s chest; panting desperately for breath.
Michael was in a similar state. His broad chest rose and fell, as he stroked his wife’s sweaty back lovingly.
“Wow,” kissing Alyssa’s forehead, Michael admitted: “Things between us haven’t been this good in…” He paused, thinking about their sex life before this whole porn enterprise had popped up. “In forever, I think.”
“Mmmm.” Giggling, Alyssa kissed her husband, and then rolled off him; feeling a gush of wetness between her legs as they disconnected.
As they lay side by side on the bed, Michael eventually rolled over. Propping himself up on his elbow, he looked down at Alyssa and asked: “Did you mean it?”
She looked up.
“Did I mean what?”
“What you said before you came. That you’d want to know what it felt like to be with two guys at the same time.”
Alyssa’s flushed face turned red.
“I…” She stammered. “Erm…” Biting her lip, she flustered: “It was just the heat of the moment. I got carried away…”
“Sssh.” Michael pressed his finger against her lips. “It’s okay.” He struggled to sit up. “We can talk about it later. As much as I’d love to lie here in bed with you, I suppose one of us has to go and pick up the kids.”
And at the mention of their children, the sexy mood evaporated.
Alyssa sighed.
“It was nice while it lasted.”
“Don’t worry,” Michael grinned, as he stuffed his drained cock back into his pants and zipped them up. “I’ve got a feeling we’ll have a lot more sexy times to come.”
Chapter Seventeen
As it happened, they didn’t hear a peep out of Terry or the rest of the porn crew for the next two weeks.
Michael received his check – a nice little next-egg that had been plumped up by Alyssa’s decision to do make-up d
uty herself.
“Great job, honey,” he grinned, kissing her on the cheek at breakfast, as he showed off the check. She blushed just to think about it. It was doubtful that the previous girl, Asagi, would have been willing to get on her hands and knees and do what Alyssa had done to make sure the scene was shot okay.
Nevertheless, after the check came there was nothing.
No phone calls. No emails. Definitely no new dates for the next shoot.
“Do you think they’ve found somebody else?” Alyssa asked, as she and Michael got ready for bed one night.
“Nah,” Michael shook his head. “Terry’s not like that.” But he shrugged. “Maybe he made enough last time to fund the next film himself.”
That made sense – and although Alyssa couldn’t blame him for wanting to keep the profits for himself, she was a little sad that their career as porn producers had ended so quickly.
Or had it?
The next day, Michael’s telephone rang off the hook. It was Terry calling.
“Michael? Is that you?” A little over-excited, Terry barked down the phone: “I’ve got the next shoot lined up. The distributor wants something really specific. But I need your help.”
Michael shrugged.
“Sure. What do you need?”
“Let’s start with five hundred thousand dollars…”
Michael immediately spat coffee across the kitchen.
“Woah,” wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, the startled husband demanded down the phone: “Who are you going to hire with that kind of money? The starting lineup of the Eagles?”
“Well,” Terry replied down the phone. “It’s funny you should mention that…”
* * *
It was the sort of conversation you can only have face-to-face.
Michael took some time out of work while the kids were at school, and he and Alyssa arranged to meet Terry at the Starbucks nearby.
Terry was looking excited as he sat down and handed them their lattes.
“So here’s the deal,” he cut straight to the chase. “My distributor is onto something. Something big.”
Michael and Alyssa sipped their lattes and listened intently.
“You remember last summer there was that scandal at Davis College? Those football players kicked off the team for fixing games?”
Alyssa didn’t have a clue what Terry was talking about, but Michael nodded. “The front line. I remember. They were going to take the nationals, except they threw the game at Arizona State.”
“Yeah, that’s right,” Terry nodded. “Remember the news stories about them? How they were living it up with hookers and drugs. Media had a feeding frenzy.”
Alyssa nodded. “You know what? Now you mention it, I think even I remember that story breaking.”
“Well,” Terry said. “Those kids are in a big financial hole. They never got the pay-out they were expecting, after the feds busted their bookie. Now they’ve got to pay for expensive lawyers, their fines and other shit… The four kids are broke ass.”
“So?” Alyssa demanded.
“Well,” Terry leaned closer. “They’re good looking kids, right? And as a joke, one of the gay porn producers out in San Fernando offered them each a million bucks to do a gay porn film – which, of course, they turned down.”
Alyssa narrowed her eyes. She started to suspect where this was going.
“Well, apparently there was some public interest, so then some legitimate porn producers started sniffing about – including my distributor. And you know what? He got them hooked.”
“What?” Alyssa and Michael exchanged incredulous glances.
“That’s right,” Terry nodded proudly. “My distributor made them an offer they couldn’t refuse. A cool hundred gees each if they star in a hard-core porn movie. The four athletes all gang-banging one girl. Apparently they were famous for that back in college.”
Alyssa and Michael blinked.
“Wait…” Michael was doing the math in his head. “These kids are willing to shoot a porno?”
Terry snorted.
“What else are they gonna do? They’re looking at spending time in jail for fixing games. Their football careers are wrecked. These kids need cash, fast. And they’re all ballers, apparently. So when the price was right – a hundred grand right, if you catch my drift – they said ‘okay.’”
“Woah,” Alyssa sat back in her seat.
“Yes, ‘woah’,” Terry grinned. “And here’s the best part. The distributor’s already got the rights to sell this to a bunch of hotel chains for their ‘Pay Per View.’ The cable companies are onto distribution too. Apparently it’s a big enough news story that he’s gonna clear millions – and you know what that means for us?”
Michael shook his head.
“Dude, this is our chance to get rich.” He passed over some figures he’d scrawled on the back of a napkin. “I reckon, if you front me the money, we could each clear a cool million dollars from this.”
Alyssa and Michael sat there, stunned.
“W-wait,” Alyssa stammered. “How does that work?”
“Well, the distributor just buys the film, right? So it’s up to us to front the production money. That means paying each of those kids. Renting a location – I was thinking my old college stadium. We could film in and around there; really play up the college football angle.”
“But, wait,” Michael leaned forward. “You need five hundred grand?”
Terry nodded.
“To pay the kids and the expenses.” He shrugged. “I reckoned we’d have to pay Danielle a lot more, too. Like, twenty grand? I mean, an interracial foursome – that’s some seriously different shit to having sex on camera with her friends.”
“B-but…” Alyssa shook her head. “We don’t have five hundred grand.”
“Yeah,” Michael nodded. “I would love to help you out, man – but I can offer maybe ten grand from what I’ve got saved up. Possibly fifteen.”
Terry narrowed his eyes.
“That’s not gonna cut it. We need it all. And it’s not like this offer is going to be sticking around, either. These kids are hot in the news right now. The distributor says if we don’t go for it, he’ll get another director who will.”
Terry bit his lip.
“C’mon, guys. This is our one big shot. You know I’d front the money, but since my divorce, I haven’t got two pennies to rub together.”
Alyssa and Michael exchanged glances.
“Can you let us sleep on it?”
“Nope,” Terry sighed. “He wants an answer tonight. Otherwise he’s going with somebody else.”
Alyssa and Michael stared at each other.
“Okay, okay,” Michael shook his head. “Listen, Terry – give us a minute, okay?”
Terry nodded: “I’ll go and grab us all some more coffee. But think fast, okay?”
And with that, he pushed his chair back and headed to the counter.
Alyssa and Michael were left alone. They stared at each other wordlessly for a moment or two.
“A million bucks,” Michael breathed. “Can you imagine what we could do with a million bucks?”
That’s the problem – Alyssa was already spending it in her head. A new car. A new house. College funds for the kids. A trip to Italy.
“B-but we don’t have five hundred grand, Michael,” she sighed, reality kicking in.
Michael reached over and squeezed her hand.
“We could get it, you know.”
She narrowed her eyes. “How?”
“We could refinance the house. I mean, we’re going to get the money back – plus a million bucks. If we got one of those high-interest mortgages, we’d still only have to pay one or two months interest on it. That’s, like, ten grand at most.”
He leaned forward, until his breath was hot on Alyssa’s face.
“Ten grand, baby. And it buys us a million dollars.”
Alyssa felt her heart skip a beat.
“Holy shit, Mic
hael. Could we… Could we actually do this?”
In her head, it seemed to make sense. They’d got paid for the last two shoots – doubling their money, just as promised.
But part of her – that rational part – was having issues. She kept remembering something her dad taught her: “If it sounds too good to be true, it’s not.” Surely it couldn’t be this easy to become a millionaire.
Could it?
“Well?” Michael demanded. “What are we going to do?”
Hands trembling, Alyssa reached over and squeezed Michael’s arm.
“I… I want to. But I’m scared. What if something goes wrong? What if the distributor doesn’t buy the film, or something? What do we do then?”
Michael narrowed his eyes.
“They say the only way to succeed is to take risks.” He shrugged. “Just think about it… A million bucks.”
Alyssa did think about it. But she also thought about the other aspect of it.
What if it all went wrong?
They’d spent fifteen years paying down their mortgage. Building up their savings and their credit. They were putting everything they’d built during their marriage on the line.
Was it worth the risk.
Alyssa looked up, and squeezed her husband’s hand.
“Okay. Let’s do it.”
Chapter Eighteen
Two days later, Alyssa was driving Danielle to a clinic in the city.
She could hardly believe this was happening. Michael had made some calls to their bank. Checks had been cut. Forms had been signed. And now they were in the hole for half a million dollars. They were either on the brink of bankruptcy, or fortune.
If only she had faith that it would be the latter.
But if it made Alyssa feel any better, at least it looked like Danielle was equally shocked. Their pretty porn star had suddenly been faced with the promise of ten times money than she’d ever made shooting adult footage before – but also the responsibility that brought.
She was going to be a ‘real’ porn star now – not just some pretty girl fucking with her friends on camera for a little extra pocket money.
And that’s what was taking them to New York.
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