Follow Your Fantasy

by Nicola Jane

  There are more people than you might have expected, most of them men. There are guys operating cameras, moving big pieces of lighting equipment around, holding a boom and fiddling with technical things you can't guess the use of. The crew are easily distinguishable from the actors. It's partly because they're casually dressed but mainly because they aren't tanned, toned and sculpted like living Barbie and Ken dolls in skimpy doctors' and nurses' costumes.

  The set is simple, a curtained cubicle made to look like a hospital with a dish of surgical looking instruments and a monitor flashing out fake vital signs. The cameras aren't rolling but two, naked to the waist, men in surgical masks are being masturbated by a blonde, huge breasted 'patient' on the bed as she has her makeup touched up by a thin, pale girl in a shapeless smock dress.

  To the side, next to a clutter of cameras and other equipment, three men dressed in green surgical gowns and a couple of girls in semi-transparent white nurse costumes, are smoking and chatting, waiting for their scene. It is to this group that Giselle turns but you hang back, curious to see what movie magic takes place when the director says 'Action.'

  Everyone goes quiet and the monitor starts beeping. The girl on the bed thrashes around, her arms now held in place by restraints on the bed.

  'Nurse!' yells one of the doctors as the machine flat lines.

  Two more nurses rush on set from behind the curtains and grab the patient's ankles, holding them wide apart as the camera moves in for a close up.

  'I'm getting nothing from the heart massage,' says the second doctor as he massages her breasts, each one as big as her head.

  'Patient is unresponsive,' confirms the second doctor. 'Beginning intubation.'

  As the first doctor tilts her head back, the second doctor, now minus his trousers, kneels over her head on the bed, facing towards the camera which pans in close, as he forces his huge cock into her mouth and she lifelessly deep throats him.

  'Now come to life, baby,' shouts the director. 'Suck him off.'

  The flat line drone separates out into slow beeps as her mouth closes round his cock and he pumps up and down in time with the ever increasing bleeps.

  The other doctor keeps up with his 'heart massage' and another camera pulls in right next to her open cunt. You move closer to get a better view and see that her pussy is actually pulsating in rhythm with the beeping.

  'Squeeze that cunt, Lori. Counting you down from ten to the money shot.' Mike is rubbing himself through his jeans, completely unembarrassed. 'Aim for her tits Anderson!'

  'How can he miss?' guffaws the lighting guy, also visibly aroused.

  Anderson pulls out and spouts white ribbons of cum all over Lori's giant breasts.

  'And cut! But Lori, don't move. Anderson, get the fuck out of the way. Next take, girls you're gonna' rub it into her tits. And Lori, you're gonna' open those big blue eyes, lick your lips and jerk back to life.'

  You're not turned on by what you've seen but it's certainly aroused your interest. How do they all perform on demand like that? You turn and follow after Giselle, who's smoking a cigarette with the others.

  'Did you like it?' she asks, blowing smoke away from you.

  'It was impressive,' you say, conscious of the others in the group.

  'Yeah,' says one of the Action Man clones. 'Lori has huge…talent.' He laughs to show he means it. 'You should have seen her in Cunts Go Crazy. That was serious shit. Makes those Thai performers look like amateurs.'

  From behind you, the director calls for quiet and filming resumes. The other guy, an auburn haired catalogue model type with green eyes, flicks his gown open and tugs at Giselle's skirt. She immediately stubs out her cigarette and gets on her knees on one of the cushions you now see scattered around the floor. With no ceremony she takes his already hard and, again, eye wateringly big cock in her mouth and starts sucking him off. He puts his hand on the back of her head to guide the speed and depth and then leaves her to it as he checks his reflection in the lens of one of the cameras.

  You just stand there, not sure what to do. 'Cut!' Mike yells angrily and you turn to look. 'Lori, if only your pussy could talk as well, it'd remember lines better than you do. For fuck's sake, we can't reshoot that now all the spunk is rubbed in. We'll have to add it in on a different shot. Jesus Christ!'

  He confers with the sound guy and someone else and then barks another instruction at the unfazed Lori. She must be used to being talked to like that. 'OK. Lori we'll do a close-up on your face and you say the line. OK doll?'

  'Sure thing Mike.' She lies back with her eyes closed again.

  This take is over quickly. Lori merely opens her eyes and licks her lips before asking dazedly 'Where am I?'

  'OK, we'll be next,' says Action Man. 'Time to get me some wood.' You don't know what he means so don't react. Giselle carries on with what she's doing and the girls in the nurse uniforms look at you and titter.

  'My scene's next,' he repeats in an irritated tone.

  You try to show an interest as he's clearly expecting you to be some kind of fan. 'Oh, yeah? What scene is it?'

  He rolls his eyes and taps the busy Giselle on the head. 'Can you explain to the fluffer what she's here for?'

  Giselle raises her head and looks over her shoulder at you, her hands squeezing his cock while he swings the camera above his shoulder, a bored expression on his face. 'These guys are professionals,' she says. 'But they need a little help sometimes. It's not easy keeping a hard-on for hours between takes waiting for your scene, is it Regent?'

  'It's easy with you, Giselle.' Regent says it as if he's paying her a big compliment. She bows her head, firstly in acceptance of the praise and then to carry on lower and lick his balls before returning to bobbing up and down.

  A fluffer! Now you remember what that means and it explains why the director hired prostitutes. You don't feel entitled to be dismayed. Your qualms are not exactly about the act itself, you'd expected all this and more when you called her, but you'd thought it would be for something a lot less clinical than this. Who knew porn would be so…unsexy?

  Regent laughs, not altogether nicely. 'You should see your face. What a picture!'

  You catch sight of yourself in the reflection of the camera lens next to him and try to compose your features to hide your unease.

  'Have you ever been on a porn set before?' he asks.

  'N–no.' You hate the giveaway stammer in your voice and try to cover it by kicking a cushion into place in front of you. You wanted a break from the routine of your normal life and this is it. It's not as glamorous as you've been fantasising about so maybe you just need to bring it to life in your head. You kneel in front of your blond Action Man, facing away from the taunting face of his colleague. He makes no move to free the erection that's pushing out of the top of the elasticated medical trousers so you lower them yourself, unable to stop yourself admiring his six-pack and pecs as you move in.

  'Give me eye contact while you're giving me head.'

  'Wayne the Romantic,' sneers one of the nurses. 'Why isn't anyone hired to get me off?'

  'Cuz you get all the prep you need in a tube of KY,' says Regent.

  You try to tune them out. The only way you can do this is to pretend there's no-one else there. Raising your eyes to his, your lips round out and close over the end of his cock. It's hot and smooth, as plastically perfect as the rest of his body. You take him all the way down to the back of your throat which is still only three quarters of his length and suck as hard as you can, running your tongue up and down the underside. He puts one hand in your hair, moving it aside and cupping your jaw. The gesture feels almost romantic like the girl said even though she had meant it sarcastically.

  Difficult though it is to believe, he swells even more under your lapping tongue and insistent lips. Even though his eyes close as he sits back and enjoys it, you keep your eyes trained on his face taking your pacing cues from the pressure of his hand as it strokes your ear and the occasional twitches on his face when you hit
a hot spot. You're in a tunnel, focused on making each movement count, shutting out everything else.

  You concentrate on the heat from his cock, the salty taste of the tip and the change in texture when your tongue passes over the slit. You pull all the way back, seeing the wetness of your saliva glimmering under the lights. You imagine yourself riding this gorgeous man, your own juices gilding his perfect cock, and you shiver. His eyes flick open at the movement and he winks at you. You smile back and then lick your lips and dive deep again.

  Chairs scrape in the distance and there's movement in the periphery of your vision as the others move away. They must be getting into place on set or perhaps they too sense the intimacy you're creating as you swoop and duck.

  'You're pretty damn good,' he says, looking down at you. 'Too good maybe. You sure this is the first time you've done this?'

  'I've never done this in my life!' You squeak the words out as you come up for air, blushing immediately at the uncool admission. It's as if you're in high school not wanting to be the only one who's never kissed a boy but Wayne doesn't seem to mind.

  'Tell me how hard I am.'

  You pause and flick your tongue over the ridge at the tip and decide that it's not necessary to look for fancy ways to tell him what he wants to hear.

  'You're so hard. And you're getting harder every time I do this.' You suddenly take him deep and full in your wet mouth.

  'Tell me where you wish I would cum on you.'

  Your mind flashes to the tanned globes of Lori's breasts, shining with Anderson's silvery fluid as it melted between the heat of her skin and the massaging hands.

  'You can cum anywhere you want. Over my breasts or into my open mouth or– '

  The rest of what you might have said is lost as a sudden wetness explodes on your cheek. You flinch but his hand is still at the back of your head and it holds you in place while he throbs against your face and lips, smearing you with his stickiness.

  'And cut!' says someone behind you. It takes a few seconds for you to realise the voice didn't come from the other side of the set and it doesn't belong to Mike, but to Regent.

  Wayne passes you a handful of tissues and you clutch them to your face as Giselle gives you the thumbs up. 'Way to go newbie!'

  'What's going on?' you ask.

  'Awww, is she mad?' Regent smirks from behind the camera. 'You shouldn't be. You're a natural.'

  'We couldn't tell you or it wouldn't have been authentic,' explains Giselle.

  'It's reality porn,' adds Wayne. 'Sort of, I mean. I was feeding you lines.'

  'That's not all you fed her, dipshit. Wanna' see your debut?' Regent flips the monitor round so you can see yourself going down on Wayne. You look hot, you have to admit.

  This could be the start of a whole new career.

  The end

  Or...

  They’ve made you a star, but it doesn’t have to stop there! There’s plenty of fun still to be had so you retrace your steps...

  The End

  Let your fingers take you down another route and the night could go in a completely different direction. Just take yourself back to the beginning of the story and see where you end up... go on, we dare you.

  About the Author

  Wanderlust has been my main life force for the last ten years flitting from country to country (7 and counting) but, now I've managed to tie myself down in Madrid for a while, I'm operating more on the lust part with writing Erotica and dabbling in multiple dating and open relationships. I've never had an English boyfriend so my male romantic protagonists tend to be influenced by the Latin charms. Men I meet keep telling me I should write about them in my books. One or two might have made it already. One or two more are always welcome.

  You can follow me on Twitter @NicolaJane.

  About HarperImpulse

  HarperImpulse is an exciting new range of romance fiction brought to you from the women’s fiction team at HarperCollins.

  Our aim is to break new talent from debut authors and import the hottest trends from the US, bringing you the very best in romance. Whether that is through short reads for your mobile phone or epic sagas that span the generations we want to proudly publish romance fiction that gets everybody talking.

  Romance readers, come and meet the team at our website www.harperimpulseromance.com, our Facebook page www.facebook.com/HarperImpulse or follow us @HarperImpulse!

  Writers, we are simply looking for good stories! So, what are you waiting for? To submit, e-mail us at romance@harpercollins.co.uk.

  HarperImpulse an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 77–85 Fulham Palace Road Hammersmith, London W6 8JB

  www.harpercollins.co.uk

  First published in Great Britain by HarperImpulse 2014

  Copyright © Nicola Jane 2014

  Cover Images © Shutterstock.com

  Nicola Jane asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

  A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

  This novel is entirely a work of fiction.

  The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

  By payment of the required fees, you have been granted stored in or introduced into any information storage and All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. the non-exclusive, non-transferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins.

  Ebook Edition © February 2014

  ISBN: 9780007548637

  Version 2014-02-05

  Digital eFirst: Automatically produced by Atomik ePublisher from Easypress.

  About the Publisher

  Australia

  HarperCollins Publishers (Australia) Pty. Ltd.

  Level 13, 201 Elizabeth Street

  Sydney, NSW 2000, Australia

  http://www.harpercollins.com.au/ebooks

  Canada

  HarperCollins Canada

  2 Bloor Street East - 20th Floor

  Toronto, ON, M4W, 1A8, Canada

  http://www.harpercollins.ca

  New Zealand

  HarperCollins Publishers (New Zealand) Limited

  Auckland, New Zealand

  http://www.harpercollins.co.nz

  United Kingdom

  HarperCollins Publishers Ltd.

  77-85 Fulham Palace Road

  London, W6 8JB, UK

  http://www.harpercollins.co.uk

  United States

  HarperCollins Publishers Inc.

  10 East 53rd Street

  New York, NY 10022

  http://www.harpercollins.com