Emilia Clarke was sweating, and with good reason. Her debut porn scene was about half an hour from dropping. She had waited for this moment for a long time. Years in her fantasies, but just a couple of weeks since she shot it. Both had felt like forever and no time at all. She was clad in a comfortable grey tracksuit, casual wear for home. She had kept the heating on in her apartment all evening which would have been fine for a lazy night on the couch waiting for the drop, but instead she was on her knees forcing inch after inch of Lucas Frost's cock down her throat. Her chin nestled into his balls as she took everything he had to offer, desperately holding her breath and trying to last the 30 second target she had been set. This wasn't a hookup, it was practice.
The final member of her watch party was Carl Johnson, head of creative at a high end porn site. He was watching the entire scene unfold, laughing to himself as she struggled. Emilia had been a little self-conscious about her deepthroat game, and how she would look sucking cock in general. She decided she was already comfortable enough with the two of them that she could show them what she was working with, and that led to a 20 minute blowjob party. She showed Carl a variety of techniques and he judged her honestly, and the feedback was mostly good. It was pretty clear though that she had a lot of work to do when it came to suppressing her gag reflex and breathing through her nose.
She slid back off of Lucas' cock before letting her bum rest on her heels. A bead of sweat was running down her cheek, and some loose hairs at the front of her hairline had come loose from her headband. "I just feel like I've never sucked a big cock before in my life." She drooled, catching some loose spit on her finger as it ran down her chin.
"You're doing fine. You looked amazing with pretty much everything, and so what if you can't go balls deep for that long. It's never in the script that you need to do it for a set amount of time." Carl had really enjoyed her company in recent weeks, and they were each finding the other to be an effective collaboration partner. "Lucas' isn't the biggest cock you'll suck but you can work on getting better at it if you want, and there's no rush."
"Thanks dude." Lucas was feigning sadness, still playing with his dick to ensure he stayed hard. He had gotten used to Emilia stopping at random intervals to discuss her performance with Carl.
"I just want everything to look as good as it can look." she moaned again, unzipping her tracksuit jacket and letting it fall onto the ground behind her. Her nipples were hard and pointing through her vest top, but she hardly cared to notice.
"It looks great. Shit, Em, it was hot!" Carl was happy, and also slightly obligated, to ensure she was in the best spirits imaginable. "Did you want to look pretty doing it? Did you want to look sexy?"
"Both?" she shrugged.
"That's exactly how you looked. It was fucking hot."
"It feels amazing too." Lucas said, but he was quickly shut down.
"There are no doubts about my ability." She lifted herself up and onto her feet, knees cracking as she did so.
"Are we done?" Carl asked.
"For now. I need a drink and want to cool off before it drops."
"That's a blue ball." Lucas was somewhat used to it in his line of work. There were always delays and problems and aching balls. He began to pull his boxers up, and his jeans followed.
"We're having sex tomorrow, get over it." Emilia giggled, before taking any final requests from the boys before heading into her kitchen. She was playing hostess well, serving food earlier and drinks now. She didn't want to be alone when it dropped, and had jumped at the chance to have a watch party of sorts, as unusual as it may be to watch herself have sex for the first time. It was wine for her and Carl, and a can of cider for Lucas.
She was nervous about the drop, of course she was, but more than anything she was ready. Watching it would be as surreal as shooting it and the feedback and fan reaction that followed would stress her out to the moon and back, but again she knew she was ready. You can't want something for so long and then not enjoy it. She had every intention of enjoying herself for almost every step of this adventure, and that started with her third glass of wine of the night.
"Is your middle name really Euphemia?" Lucas said as she returned, and she couldn't help but laugh.
"Have you been stalking me?" She passed out the drinks and took her spot back on her couch, crossing her legs and resting her glass on one knee.
"I googled you." He had initiated the conversation, but now seemed embarrassed about admitting it.
"Yeah, I have three middle names which is way too many but I only chose one of them." she muttered, before elaborating. "And I definitely didn't choose that one!"
"It's crazy that you're doing porn." Lucas continued on, and this was now surely the most they had ever spoken. Most of the time he seemed happy to leave her and Carl to go on and on, but they were putting together a momentary back and forth here that would go down in history. Even with the limited off camera interaction, she felt happy to include him in her watch party. He was the penis involved, after all.
"Don't scare her off." Carl said.
"That's not possible." she quickly assured them both. "This is my industry now."
Emilia was playing a little, but there was truth behind her words. She had big plans for porn and what it would become for her. She was quickly learning that Carl didn't give her ego complete leeway though. "Your industry? You can barely suck a dick."
Her guests laughed in unison, and she scowled her way into a smile. "Make the most of it while you have it. I'm not signing another contract with your company after these next two shoots."
"Oh, that hurts." Carl replied. He was on his feet and fumbling with some wires now, trying his best to connect his laptop to Emilia's TV. Soon they would be watching the show on the big screen, and Emilia wasn't convinced there wouldn't be tears.
"Who else are you going to shoot with?" Lucas asked. He was like a journalist at times, asking her questions. If any of her answers made it into mainstream media, she would find it very easy to find the leak.
"As of right now I don't technically know who, but I want to try it all." As was often the case, she was so sure of herself when it came to porn. So much more than when it came to her usual acting. "My manager will already be talking to load of companies, and I'll shoot a scene with everyone probably."
"Do you think Samantha is ready for the release? Settled at home with a glass of wine like you?" Carl was entertaining himself. He had seen Sam in full flow in the meeting a couple of weeks earlier and knew the answer.
"She'll work right through it or be wrapped up in bed before it releases." Emilia chuckled. "She won't want to watch any of it. I'd bet right now she never catches a second for as long as I'm doing it."
"She's pretty fun, I must say." Carl meant every word of it, even if she had annoyed him at times.
"She's stuck by me when others didn't. I love her."
"Not long now." Carl said, finding himself comfortable on the couch again to the right hand side of Emilia. He was preparing a streaming link to watch the scene as soon as it dropped. The countdown was into single figures now.
"I can't believe it's finally happening." Emilia was effectively talking out loud to herself. She just wanted to revel in her happiness.
"What made you want to do it?" For everything they had discussed in recent weeks from future scripts and ideas to fantasies and her future, Carl had never once posed this question. She had been trying to word her answer the right way for years, but in truth there was so much to it that it would take her hours to get it all out.
"I just love it. I always have. There are so many defining moments that led me to this, so many small details that all added up to it happening." She was talking freely, which is how it seemed easiest to explain her love for porn. She had worried she would do so many interviews about this that would seem stilted or the questions would trap her into saying the wrong thing that she had come to the decision to just speak from her heart. No scripting, no planning. "I could pick one moment out of a hundred that made me commit to doing it."
