With that, the big man picked up his book and left as Violett stared after him, still not able to fully grasp what she had just done.
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As Violett raised her hand to knock on the polished, wooden door to room 452 a feeling of unreality had spread through her body. She felt the shot of vodka she had taken just as she had left her room in her belly, but it did little to settle her nerves.
She had woken up to a knock on her hotel room door and a young woman, explaining herself to be a doctor in the service of Mr. Russel had entered the room, handing her a coffee and giving her a moment to catch up. Violett had received a physical exam as well as a gynecological inspection, testifying her general health and sanctioning her for the day's activity. The doctor had brought with her a contract for her to sign and as Violett had read through it, her heart once again raced.
Not only did she agree to star in a smut flick, even if it was just for a select audience, but she also agreed to be dominated. She was requested to deliver a specific opening line and after that the contract detailed sections about oral and vaginal sex, but she was also agreeing to anal sex! She had never had anal before and the thought increased her nervousness tenfold. Still, the carrot that went along with the stick was ultimately too good to be true. If she agreed, Paul would be successful. So she signed...
The day had blazed by way too fast. Working her scenes, Violett had found herself constantly checking the time, feeling a sense of dread as the hours melted away. She still could hardly believe the deal she had made with Mr. Russell, knowing what she would do for her boyfriend.
Nonetheless, a small part of her felt something different than worry, was legitimately excited about the prospect of starring in a porn video. The thought of getting fucked in front of a camera, for a bunch of people to watch was legitimately scary, but a part of her couldn't help but look forward to what was definitely going to be an intense, sexual experience.
She had gotten back from shooting at around three, feeling her nerves as she quickly headed to her room and got into the shower where she diligently made sure to remove all hair from her neck downwards, shaving her pink pussy completely smooth as well as doing her legs and her armpits, leaving not a hint of stubble.
She had toweled herself dry, applied lotion and used a nice perfume that Paul had gotten her for their last anniversary that smelled like vanilla and sandalwood. She applied some light make-up, opting for more of the natural look with a bit of mascara and a subtle shade of lipstick before scouring her suitcase for an outfit that would fit the occasion. Her options were limited and she certainly had not packed anything with this particular purpose in mind, but ultimately she had found a short, plaited skirt that showcased her long legs, reaching only about midway down her thigh and was tight enough to also accentuate the curve of her hips. She paired this with a dark blue top with a white zipper, which she had left halfway undone to display a nice amount of cleavage as well as a strappy pair of sandals she loved: with a slight heel they were both stylish and comfortable and went great with the sexy attire.
However, it was the next layer underneath that posed a problem. None of the underwear she had packed was intended to wow and she neither had the time to buy a new pair nor did she want to show up to this occasion with some plain, boring panties. Ultimately, Violett had decided to do the only sensible thing: she skipped the underwear.
Now, standing in front of the room door, Violett was hyper-aware of her nakedness as she felt the cool air against the bare, soft lips of her pussy. She wasn't used to going commando like this, but then again she also wasn't used to shooting skin flicks and a part of her that she had never really explored too much really enjoyed that sensation. This feeling contrasted with the overwhelming sense of nervousness that made her entire body shiver.
Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself. Her hand clutched the small purse she had taken with her which only contained her phone as well as her room key.
Raising her fist, she knocked on the door.
For a second, nothing happened, then Violett heard rustling sounds on the other end, waking a sudden impulse to just bail and run, but before she could even think about following through, the door opened.
"Hello, Violett!" the man opening the door smiled as he saw her before stepping aside to let her in, "Right on time, please come in!"
"Thank you!" Violett heard herself reply and followed the invitation. The room she entered was a rather basic one. Dominated by a king-sized bed, the only other furniture in the room were two armchairs and a small table on which both a photo and a small video camera were laid out, as well as a laptop, a box of tissues, some bottles of water and a bottle of lube. One door next to the entrance led to a small, adjoining bathroom, another one led out to the balcony where she could make out the outline of another man, leaning against the railing with his back to her.
"My name's Steve, I'll be your director and camera-man for today's shoot!" the man who had opened the door for her said.
"V... Violett!" she replied, biting her lower lip nervously before remembering her manners and putting on a polite smile.
The man laughed. "You're nervous. Don't worry, that's completely normal. Tends to go away once we get into it. Just let me know whenever you need a break and we'll be fine."
"S... so is there a script?" she asked as she put down her purse on the small table and turned back towards Steve, who chuckled.
"Not in the way that you think," he grinned as he tucked the papers away into a folder which he slid into a suitcase. "Apart from your opening line which was already specified in the contract, you just follow my directions and we're good. Think of it like an improv class. It will be easy!"
Violett nodded. "So is this... Are we just gonna start?"
"Well, yeah... unless you have any further questions?!" Steve smiled, "I'll just introduce you to your co-star for today and we are off to the races."
He gestured and the man from the balcony stepped back into the room. Violett's eyes widened slightly. She had expected some super-muscled up porn Adonis, maybe a bit sleazy looking, or maybe a guy about her age. The man that came towards her was at least twice her age. Grey-haired, with a wrinkled, sun-tanned face and a short, stubbly beard he was definitely old enough to be her dad. He was dressed in a pair of blue shorts and a white button-up shirt that was unbuttoned and hung open to reveal a thick, yet powerful body with a bit of a gut. He approached her with a smile on his face and an extended hand.
"Well, hello there! Aren't you a hot little thing!" he grinned in a thick, southern accent, "I'm George Allhard! Nice to meet you!"
Still a bit stunned by this reversion of her expectations, Violett stared at him for a second before she managed to take his hand. "V... Violett!" she replied, briefly glancing over to Steve to make sure this was not a practical joke being played on her, but the cameraman gave no such indication, "N-nice to meet you!"
The older man laughed. "Guess I'm not the kind of guy you were expecting, honey, huh?!" he walked past her and dropped into one of the armchairs, "Hope that doesn't freak you out too bad..."
"Uh, n-no!" Violett replied, quickly shaking her head as she realized just how rude she was currently being, staring at this man like he had two heads. "I'm sorry, I'm just new to this and I wasn't... I guess I'm just super nervous!"
George winked at her. "Well, no worries... I think it's safe to say that I am the lucky one out of the two of us!" He gave her a quick once-over, something that Violett under normal circumstances would have considered to be incredibly rude, but this situation was so entirely surreal that she did not care, "I watched some of your work on the flight over. Looking forward to working with you, Violett!"
The implication of the compliment made her grin and blush slightly. Nobody had ever told her that he'd like to fuck her quite in those words. All of this was just messed up.
