Sex Sessions: Uncut (Camera Tales #1)

by Charisse Spiers

She finally looks over at me. "This looks nice."

  "It is," I reply, grabbing the bags of takeout and opening the door. She exits just as I do, meeting me at the hood of the truck and following me to the door. "I haven't really lived here but about a year. My last place was smaller," I say as I unlock the door and open it. I walk in and hold the door, waiting for her to enter.

  She steps in with one foot, placing her toes in first and peeks in, as if she's trespassing, until she sees me looking at her amused, and then straightens her posture and speeds up. "Sorry. I've never really seen a house with so many windows. Everything is pretty much solid where I'm from, you know, hurricanes and all. You aren't worried about someone seeing your every move?"

  A short-lived laugh escapes as I shut the door. "Uh, have you forgotten what I do for a living? There isn't anything about me that isn't public archive somewhere. The people that know who I am have seen more than what they will see through these windows. To everyone else I'm just a normal, unimportant guy, so they don't care. Plus, I can make them opaque with the touch of a button."

  "So I'm guessing the bedroom isn't made of windows?"

  "It is. Like in here, each room has at least one wall made of glass, but why do you ask?"

  She looks around, taking in the open space of the living room. "Well, you said that they see more in your work than what they would see here. I was assuming they didn't have access to your bedroom then."

  I'm intrigued. "And what is in my bedroom that is so X-rated? I don't sleep totally nude believe it or not. Like most men, I don't like my junk cold."

  Her face starts to redden. "Well, I mean, like if you and...or we...were to... you know..." She pauses. "If you bring a girl home for recreational purposes outside of work."

  "You mean if I want to fuck?"

  "Yeah...that."

  "Then my neighbors or peeping toms as you're referring to would probably be surprised since it's never happened or been witnessed."

  She passes me, continuing to make her way further inside the house. I follow behind her, curious to see where she's even going, and still holding onto the bags of food. Honestly, I’m trying my best not to laugh. Hell, the food is probably getting cold by now.

  "...Because you black out the windows?" I smirk from behind her. I guess curiosity really does get the best of us. I'm kind of there...with her. Which is even surprising with the age difference. I've never been interested in someone this much younger than me. Two years was about as big of an age gap in my personal life that I got. Every few feet she stops, as if giving herself a tour without any help from me. It's mostly open so it isn't really a maze anyway.

  "Because I haven't fucked for recreational purposes in a really long time, and I sure as hell don't bring my work home with me. I guess you could say if I'm not on camera I'm pretty much celibate."

  That produces a halt as she comes into the kitchen. I place the bags of food on the island, waiting for the moment that she turns around with the deer in headlights look. One foot digs into the tile behind her and she does an about-face. "Seriously?"

  "Yep."

  "But..."

  "But what?"

  "How long is a long time?"

  "A couple years, give or take. Maybe even closer to three. I lost track."

  Her eyes cast downward and her forehead bunches. I walk toward her and grab her chin, pulling her gaze to me. "Surprised?"

  "Kind of. I mean...a porn star that doesn't have sex. That makes no sense."

  "I have sex. Just not for fun or behind closed doors. Sex is a job for me. It lost its testosterone driven appeal when I dove dick first into any film I could get, trying to build my name and bank account." She looks lost. "What's on your mind?"

  "If you never just have sex, then what are we doing? I'm just clearly a little confused. Don't laugh, but I thought that was basically what this was; just sex between two people attracted to each other. My whole appeal for you wanting me to do this is because I'm a virgin right?"

  The pad of my thumb finds the middle of her bottom lip, pulling downward to graze across the satin feeling skin. "What we're doing doesn't fit into a category yet, and no, that is not what appealed to me. If you want to know the truth, that actually was a turn off..."

  "Oh, I-"

  "At first. In my experience virgins don't really have anything to offer in sex. They just lay there, almost as if you're fucking a corpse. Then there is usually blood. I don't do blood. It's just not a pleasant experience to me unless she's been broken in."

  "Then what changed?"

  My hands become flush with her cheeks, only briefly, before continuing into her hair, grabbing fistfuls. Stepping forward, her backside collides with the island. I press my hips against hers. "Because you do this to me. For the first time in what seems like forever, my dick stands at full attention without the first fucking pill. No Cialis, no Viagra, nothing, and the longer I know you without fucking you the worse it gets. Anytime I'm near you, touching you, looking at you, or thinking about you, it's hard as a damn steel pipe, ready to be laid."

  Our eyes are a direct reflection of each other's. Her hands make a resting place on my waist. "Then why do you want me to do this instead of just having sex with me when I've offered it to you? Sex is just sex right? Doesn't it all feel the same?"

  "You really want to go there?"

  "Yes. I wouldn't have asked otherwise."

  "I've had sex with a lot of women. My dick has been in more orifices than I could begin to count. Over the years I've experienced it all, but no matter what any man ever tells you, sex without raw emotion is stale. Does it feel good, yeah, if you're just looking to nut, but it's forgettable, and it gets old. In all of the times I've ever gotten aroused, though, no girl has ever turned me on quite like you, and that says something."

  I reach over by the bags of food and grab the folder I brought in with them, bringing it between us and holding it out for her. She grabs it. "For the first time since college I want to experience them both simultaneously. That, Kambry, is why I am pushing this project. I've read the contract, and I think you should too."

  I'm finding it hard to breathe, but with him that really isn’t something new. I open the folder for the first time since it was given to me and the word-covered page leaves me feeling anxious; a lot like when I took the ACT exam. It's probably not as scary as it looks, but the jumbled wording and the pressure of choosing the right option is altering my mental capability of actually processing everything here, especially after this beautiful guy standing in front of me just kind of spilled a piece of his heart.

  I rub my hand over the left side of my chest. My heart is beating so hard that my chest physically hurts. This isn't some easy decision. This is a moral dilemma. This would be spitting in my parents' faces. There is no hiding something like this for very long. You can't lie when someone asks you about it. This is something I have to live with forever. Ugh. This is stressing me out! I glance at the top of the page.

  KISS AND TELL FILMS

  EMPLOYMENT OF DAY PERFORMER

  FOR ADULT FILM SERIES

  PRODUCTION COMPANY (EMPLOYER): KISS AND TELL FILMS

  PRODUCTION TITLE: SEX SESSIONS: UNCUT

  PERFORMER'S NAME: KAMBRY RIVERS

  ADDRESS: 413 LUNA COVE APT 3C LOS ANGELES, CA 90014

  ROLE: PERFORMER

  This agreement covers the employment of Kambry Rivers (Performer) by Michael Prescott (Producer) in an erotic adult film series.

  I press it into is chest. I don't even want to know how they got my address. "Can you just paraphrase? I have no idea what any of this means. It's freaking me out a little."

  "It's a legal binding contract, Kambry. You need to read it."

  "Saxton, I will if I decide to go any further once you basically tell me the stipulations. This is one reason I haven't already looked at it. It's intimidating to someone that's never made her own decisions until a couple of months ago."

  The folder gets placed back on the counter. He grabs my fac
e and kisses me, instantly melting away all of the anxiety that's building. I grab his wrists, allowing him to shut my rambling up. I don't understand this whirlwind of emotions that is going on inside of me. I like him...a lot, even though I know I shouldn't. He's admitted to me that he's probably been with more than a hundred women. That alone makes me cringe, but then I look into his blue eyes when he pulls away and I don't give a damn. Stupid right?

  Each time his skin brushes against mine I get butterflies. He grabs the bag of food and shakes it at me. "Hungry?"

  I shake my head. "Not anymore."

  "You need to eat."

  "I will later. Go ahead and eat yours."

  He turns and opens the refrigerator, placing it inside. "What are you doing? Don't put it up on account of me."

  He then pulls out two bottles of water and hands me one. I take it. "It'll still be there later. Chinese food is usually better cold anyway. Sit outside with me? I want to show you something."

  Each time he acts like I'm the center of his focus I feel like I grow an inch taller. He gives me choices, no matter how big or small they are. "Okay."

  He grabs the folder off the counter and nods his head toward the sliding glass doors I briefly noticed earlier. I follow behind him across the way and wait patiently as he unlocks the door and opens it, but he doesn't turn on a light outside. Instead, he takes my hand and pulls me out the door behind him. I'm not sure how he is supposed to read with it being dark outside. He tosses the water and folder down on the cushion of a fancy lounger. I follow suit. "This is why I bought this place."

  "What is," I ask, bumping into him when he stops, but instead of making an ordeal about me not paying attention, he just pulls me around to his front and molds his body around me, draping his arms over my shoulders and holding me to him in a romantic gesture, like an actual couple; something I have yet to experience since we met.

  "This," he says next to my ear, and that's when I notice it - the view.

  "Wow. I've never seen anything like it." I grab ahold of his forearms for a hand prop, almost as if I need something to steady me. They are lean, but muscular. I stare out into the distance at the rolling hills speckled with lights from houses tucked inside them. It's like something you would see on a Thomas Kincaid work of art. "I didn't know views like this truly existed in someone's backyard," I whisper, as if we're on sacred grounds. "This most definitely isn't Alabama."

  "This is what I do most nights that I'm home. I sit out here, think, and just listen and watch. It kind of became my sanctuary when I needed peace from the madness. It helps on nights when I want to throw in the towel and find something else. I didn't think anything could top this, but I may have thought prematurely."

  I wait for more, but nothing comes. He ceased his speech just at the moment I was hanging off the ledge. "If you don't like it then why don't you quit?"

  "Because this industry has a shelf life. Sex appeal dissipates in porn with age. The younger you are the more you succeed. The money is too good to give it up without a cause. Hollywood major motion pictures are too competitive for my interest, so I just stick with this until I find something better."

  I remain silent, taking in the sight before me. I like the feel of him holding me. It's nice...and completely unexpected. If I knew it would be like this I could possibly get past the rest of it, but once again even when they aren't present my parents plague my every thought. I can hear the scolding now, so I force myself to push it back.

  His cologne fills the air. "You smell good. What is it?"

  "Dolce & Gabbana light blue."

  "I like it." Too much actually. As much as I don't want to I turn in his arms to look at him. "I guess we should discuss that contract now. After all, that is why I'm here."

  He nods and moves toward the lounger, throwing his leg over it in a straddle, moving the objects out of the way. He pats the seat between his legs. "Let's do business, beautiful."

  I hold up my finger. "One sec." I run inside and grab my phone out of my purse where I left it beside the door as I entered, just in case Meredith needs me, and then return outside.

  He eyes it grasped in my hand. "Really? You couldn't live without it for a few hours?"

  I shrug. "We're here alone with no family. I want to be able to hear it in case she calls."

  "Fair enough," he says, grabbing my hand. "Now sit."

  I do, but instead of an unladylike position I sit sideways, crossing my legs. He immediately begins shaking his head. "Mirror me."

  Defeated, I do as he says, keeping a space between us, but that doesn't stop him from grabbing behind my knees and pulling me closer, only to drape my legs over his thighs. He plants a kiss to the side of my mouth, making me want to grab the back of his head and hold him there. If only he were to move less than an inch to the right. "Now. I like this better. I can see your face and give you motivation when you need it."

  I smile. "Motivation? What kind of motivation?"

  "The kind that involves my tongue pressed against yours."

  "Hmm, I may like that kind; a tool of persuasion."

  He opens the folder and removes the stapled papers that could drastically change my life with one signature. "I'm kind of counting on it," he counters. "Okay, I'm going to go over the points that I feel you should probably be aware of. I am going to try to do it quickly. Do you want me to read as written here or paraphrase?"

  "Paraphrase please. If I wanted the legal jabber, I would read it myself."

  "Okay. Just stop me if you have a question. Will that work?"

  "Okay." My stomach feels like a massive ball of nerves. If you have ever seen one of those massive rubber band balls that is basically just one overlapping another in the quantity of hundreds, then that's precisely how I feel.

  I watch his face as he skims the contents. "Okay, let's start with the length of the contract. Since the company has never done this type of project before they want to introduce it to the public before they expend a large budget for it, basically to ensure they will profit, because let's face it, film industries are never going to lose money for long. They will cut the project if it starts to dip into profit margin, so they've basically broken it up into two parts, with a temporary void in contract terms between the two. The length of part one is one month of filming. During that month of filming, but after enough footage has been recorded to use, it will go into production to get ready for premier on live television. That's when they will cut out small slivers and start marketing through spotlights during other programs on several networks, all adult in this case, but to preview it to the viewers; like a movie trailer."

  He pauses. "You know basically what production is, right? The time between filming and premier in theatre or the television air date when you can actually watch it or the period of mass production for purchase on DVD or digital release."

  I might actually be offended if he wasn't so freaking cute sitting there explaining it to me, in great detail, like I'm a toddler. "Sounds familiar," I respond, trying not to bring out the witty remark that I really want to use right now. "Go on."

  "Okay, well, from the end date of part one to the beginning date of part two this contract becomes void. Dates are listed. During that time, it's basically a waiting game and you're free to commit to other projects, if you wish, that don't overlap this one given they continue filming. Once the first show airs, if it sparks enough attention in the media and numbers show revenue, then we will get a call that the project will resume filming."

  Fairly simple to comprehend. "And if it gets cut?"

  "Then you are released from the contract altogether."

  "Okay."

  "Any questions?"

  "I don't think. Not right now, at least."

  His eyes go back to the paper. "Actor restrictions during filming. I'm just going to name them off. You must be available to live in the house provided by the company. You must be willing to perform on camera all aspects of a couple's relationship, including, but not limited to, explicit
sex with the co-star, hereby named, Saxton Maverick. During the terms of your contract you must not participate in any sexual relationship with anyone other than the co-star."

  He looks at me, his eyes darkening in color. My pulse begins to race at the mention of sex between the two of us. My skin starts to heat. "When you say all aspects, what exactly does that mean? Clearly, I get the sex part."

  He flashes me a boyish grin and I feel like my heart is about to explode. It's one of those smiles that hollow his cheeks to show off those dimples that God gifted him with, even through the stubble. I want to attack him, but I refrain. "It means for all intents and purposes you're basically my girlfriend and vice versa."

  I'm his...girlfriend. Breathe. Just breathe.

  A surge of excitement consumes me. I feel like I used to feel on Christmas morning as a kid when my eyes would pop open only to find out it was still dark outside and my parents were sleeping peacefully...and I wasn't supposed to wake them, so I would sit on my bed with my legs crisscrossed rocking back and forth like I was cracked out on candy until they woke up.

  I'm having a hard time not smiling. I try so hard, but his expression is contagious, just like when someone yawns, and before long I'm smiling just as big as him. "Okay, so live in a house, pretend to be your girlfriend, and be willing to embark on sexual endeavors with you for people to watch. I get all that, but doesn't it put a damper on things when you know you're being watched?"

  He holds up his index finger, stopping me. "I'm getting there."

  Pressing my index finger and thumb together, I zip my lips. "Cute," he says. I continue with a thumbs up instead of talking, the ridiculous smile from earlier still plastered on my face. In return he grunts. "They've already thought about that, especially given you'll probably be camera shy, so all of the cameras will be installed in the house prior to arriving. It will be set up just like the way we are right now. The goal is for you not to know where they are. You may be able to find the cameras at some point, but they will decide when filming begins after arrival. You won't know once it starts. It will merely be an add on."