The Eve Of Porn Pt 04

Eve woke up the following morning feeling conflicted. She was fairly certain that sending a sexually explicit photo and video was classed as cheating. The knot in her stomach and the pain in her heart told her that she felt guilty for what she had done. She loved Fergus and hated what she had done. But... she didn't feel regret. It was liberating! Freeing! She had taken the pin out of the proverbial grenade and the rush of waiting for the world to explode around her made her feel alive.

Her morning alarm was due to sound in one minute (she often woke up just before her alarm, she took it as a little victory. Waking up on her own terms.) After confirming that her boyfriend was fast asleep next to her, she took her phone off the charger, holding it with purpose.

Coffee? Ally Girl xx

Signing off as Ally Girl was empowering. Eve had created a blank canvas, an Alias to mould. Although she could see that it was too long. AG, she considered, that'll be more efficient.

Sure, Ally Girl... I didn't get much sleep, I could use a coffee. A

Alistair was the only person on the planet that called her Ally Girl. Eve knew that wouldn't last long but she felt a tingle at the thought.

In that case, let's meet in an hour? I can't have my assistant sleeping on the job. AG xx

Eve was teasing him. She didn't know why and knew that she needed to stop. She needed to find the line between Eve and Ally, and quickly!

Sitting up sharply, she accidentally woke her man.

"Sorry. I'm going to jump in the shower and then get some shopping done." Eve leant over to kiss Fergus on the forehead. He mumbled in acknowledgement before turning over, wrapped in the duvet. The next time he came around was to the sound of the front door closing. Rubbing his eyes, he couldn't quite remember what she said but felt comforted knowing she gave him a peck on the head.

Eve arrived at the coffee shop first. She was secretly annoyed that Alistair had beaten her last time; she loved being early. Moments later, Alistair appeared. He approached Eve, who was looking at the menu board above the barista.

"Can I get a flat white with skinny milk, please?" Eve ordered politely.

"And whatever he's having!" Alistair spoke up, alerting Eve of his presence. She glanced over, not knowing if he was joking or not. She smirked at his cheeky comment.

"... and whatever he's having, please." Eve submitted.

"That's awfully kind of you, Ally. I'll have a surprise frap, please. Extra cream." He gave his order looking at the barista who didn't get the euphemism. He then glanced at Eve, who did.

They found a secluded table for two in the corner.

"This is bloody awful!" Alistair exclaimed.

"You did ask for a surprise frap." Eve replied.

"I guess some surprises are better than others..." his comment lingered.

Eve exhaled, tossing her hair back. She wasn't sure what she wanted to say.

"Can I start?" Alistair enquired. Eve smiled, nodding her approval.

"Look. That video was fucking hot. You're a smoke show. A ten. Fucking unbelievable. But, why did you send it?" He was genuinely interested.

"I saw you... Now you've seen me..." That was all she offered.

"So, we're even?" he wanted to confirm, testing the temperature of the room.

"Exactly..." Her cards were close to her chest. Alistair smirked before taking a nonchalant sip of his coffee.

"Bleh! Jesus!" He had forgotten how bad his coffee tasted, but it broke the ice. Eve giggled.

"Where did Alley Girl come from?" He asked, amazed by the name.

"That night at the club, you'll remember that I stormed off."

"Yeah! Into the streets, alone! Do you know how dangerous that was?!"

"I was pissed at you!" Eve took a breath.

"Anyway. I was just roaming the streets. I didn't want to go home because I thought Fergus had found out, and I didn't want to stay at the club because I hated you. I thought I should get something to eat so I stopped by a burger truck and just grabbed something small. I continued meandering aimlessly when a group of men called out from across the street. They told me how hot I'd looked wearing a short dress with a mouthful of meat. I was fucking seething, naturally. Those misogynistic assholes don't deserve to breathe the same air as the rest of society. But while I was compiling a list of potential names and struggling to think of a USP, something happened. It was as if I caught lightning in a bottle. Those men would do anything to get their grubby low-life paws on me while I walked home late at night. In their porn universe, I would be flattered, walk over while hiking my skirt and present my holes to be used for their pleasure... So, why don't I make that a reality? I'm not suggesting that I go out late at night, but I could post videos as if I'd got home from a nightclub, tipsy and in need of a fuck."

"It's perfect! Fuck! Perfect!" Alistair was excited by the prospect of this working. He was also nursing a semi-hard cock under the table, but Eve didn't need to know that.

"Right?!" Eve was ecstatic! This was going to make her rich.

"Those poor bastards haven't got a clue what's coming." he boasted.

"I think we both know what'll be cumming." Eve quipped confidently.

The next half an hour didn't go as either of them had anticipated. They just shot the breeze, talking about random shit. Television shows, celebrity gossip, the weather. It was nice, they both thought to themselves. However, they both knew that wasn't going to make Eve the most famous pornstar in the world.

"Okay, I love the idea, but I've got to ask, why do you need me? You're coming up with the ideas at the moment, you don't need me." Alistair was right, he was just an ear at this point.

"I do need you! I don't have enough experience with porn." Eve began to whisper as she reached the latter half of her sentence.

"You mean, I watch porn?" He asked, getting to the point.

"Well, yeah, I guess." She suddenly realised that he not be as useful as she thought. She didn't know what she didn't know after all. Maybe there wasn't anything to learn. Maybe it was just people having sex.

"What do you know about it?" Eve pressed.

The next hour was spent discussing the industry. It turned out that she didn't know five per cent of what Alistair knew. She was comforted by this revelation. Confident that this was a two-person job, they discussed tactics and finance. executing a thought-out plan. Alistair suggested starting with photos, using TikTok and Snapchat to create the illusion that Ally was getting ready for a night out and then recreate similar pics later in the night with naughty captions. Leave them wanting more, he suggested. Eve was impressed with how he approached this project. She agreed and they both planned out a timeline. Later tonight, Ally would post her first pic.

Eve returned home, lied to Fergus about her item not being in stock, made a cup of tea for the both of them and curled up on the sofa as if nothing had happened. It was getting easier to live a double life; the warning signs were there.

The night was drawing in and neither of the loving couple had decided on dinner.

"Shall I pick up a takeaway? It's been ages since we had a cheat night." Fergus suggested innocently enough. Eve couldn't help but think of the hidden meaning. The guilt punched her in the gut.

"Ooh, go on then. What are you thinking, Chinese?" She asked. It was a case of clarifying more than anything. Chinese takeaway was their mutual guilty pleasure.

"Of course! The usual?" Her sweet boyfriend asked, bouncing to his feet. He practically raced out of the door before Eve had time to respond.

"I won't be long, see you in ten or fifteen!" She tried to distract herself with thoughts of sweet and sour chicken with a portion of vegetable spring rolls... but it was no use. Ally Girl's mind drifted to an erotic place. She picked up her phone with the intent of scrolling but it seemed that Alistair's mind was in a similar place.

I hope you're ready to commit to this. A

That was strange, Eve thought. What have I said to make him think otherwise?

Of course! I'm ready to put in the work ;) AG xx

That might have been more flirty than she had intended. She knew they had to keep their working relationship, just that.

Good. As long as you're ready for the grind. A

Fuck, okay, that was a good line, she confessed. Ally was already bursting to play, she didn't need Alistair saying something like that.

Well? Are you ready for the grind? A

Ally stared at her phone, lips slightly parted.

Ready?? I WANT the grind. AG xx

Hmm, convince me. A

How? AG xx

Tell me. Convince me that you want it. A

Ally lay down face-first across the sofa. Keeping her top in place, she lowered her jeans, resting them above her knees. She arched her back and raised her juicy, tanned ass in the air. Her white thong contrasted with her skin.

Give me the grind, Mr Manager... AG xx

Ally sent the photo.

There was no response. Ally decided to leave the conversation there. She decided that she would bring it up during their next meeting.

Twenty minutes later, Eve's jeans were back around her waist and her partner returned with the food. He complained about the queue but was sure it would be worth it. They both plated up, working as a team. They both knew how lucky they were to have each other. Eve opened a bottle of white to complement the chicken and poured Fergie-baby a beer. He adored a beer with his takeaways. The rest of the evening played out like any other night. They laughed, teased, ate and drank... but Eve knew that Ally had a job to do.

"Baby, stay here. I'm going to try on my new dress for you!" Fergus wasn't complaining. A beer and a semi-clothed, stunning girlfriend? He didn't mind if he did!

Eve seductively swayed her way upstairs, looking back to see if Fergus was looking. Of course, he was. He was in heaven. When she got to her room, she stripped her clothes off in record time. After unhooking her bra (god, that felt good) she picked out her new dress and sat down to put on her makeup.

Downstairs, her man was entertaining himself. A mixture of television and beer lessened the delay. She had finished. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, Eve recognised how pretty she was. Thinking of a caption, she took a selfie and wrote

Ally Girl about to be let loose on the streets x

Pleased with the result, it was time for the afterparty shot. Eve pondered. What would Ally Girl look like at the end of a night out? She was struggling to get into character. It was strange, she had done it before, why not now? Deep down, she knew why. Out of nowhere, Eve slapped herself while staring at her reflection in the mirror.

"Come on, Ally Girl! Show yourself!" Followed by a harder slap. She smiled at her reflection. She was closer. She ruffled her hair and tugged on her dress. She looked like she had been dancing but that wasn't enough for Ally Girl. Ally Girl gets fucked while walking home.

"Do it for your manager. Do it for him..." As those words left Eve's mouth, Ally Girl was awoken. She put three fingers down her throat. Her gag reflex was nonexistent, that wouldn't do. She fucked her mouth, over and over. Her eyes started to water and strings of saliva connected her fingertips to her lips. She smiled, slapping herself with her sticky hand. She was a mess.

"Show him. You don't just suck dick in the street. You fuck! Show him that you're his girl! You're Alistair's girl! Ally's girl" Hiking her dress and inserting all three fingers into her wet wanton cunt.

"Yes, Ally! Fuck me! Grind on me, Ally!!" Her speed couldn't be registered, she had been let off the leash! She brought herself to orgasm while staring at herself in the eye. At that moment, when she finally caught her breath and her legs stopped shaking, she snapped another pic. The caption simply read:

Ally's home x

PART 5

Asleep At The Wheel

Another day, another coffee meeting, but unlike every other meeting, this one didn't take place at the local coffee shop.

"Remind me, what are you going to say if Fergus comes home early?" Eve asked, standing in the kitchen pouring two coffees made fresh from a cafetière.

"I'm his mate. I'm allowed to come over and hang out." Alistair replied with a smirk, sprawled across the sofa.

"Oh really, you're going to hang out with your mate who isn't here?" Eve teased, walking into the living room holding both mugs. Alistair sat up, grabbing his mug with gratitude. Eve sat across the room, insisting they maintain a business relationship. To her amazement, Alistair reached into his leather laptop bag and pulled out a thick binder.

"What on earth is that!" Eve looked on, marvelling.

"As your manager, it wouldn't be very professional of me to approach this without maximum organisation. If we're going to make this work, we need to be multiple steps ahead." Alistair explained.

"Which reminds me. In order to keep our relationship purely platonic and separate from anything concerning Fergus, I would like to be referred to as your manager, and I will refer to you as Ally."... She couldn't believe it. She wasn't sure if he was joking, but either way, she loved it. Eve nodded submissively.

"It's for the best. We'll be able to separate work and pleasure that way. We're both going to have to share the same company. During such times we'll revert to Alistair and Eve, but otherwise, it's..."

"Ally and her manager..." Ally interrupted.

"Exactly." Her manager grinned, pleased with how she took his suggestion. Ally wasn't sure when he switched from the pervert jerking off to her memory to this confident specimen who took control of what she could and couldn't do.

"So... Ally... Shall we begin?" Her manager asked, testing the waters.

"Please." Ally insisted, softly biting her lower lip.

"Mr Manager..." The waters were safe, he thought. This would be a significant moment in Ally's story.

They both entered discussions professionally. They had compiled research regarding contemporary models, fetishes, pricing... Anything you can think of, they had considered. Ally had no doubts that bringing Alistair on board as her manager was the correct call. Ally had posted a few free photos on her page, all in the same style as the first. A before and after shot of a wild night out. Of course, she never actually left the house and would finish by slipping back into her pyjamas, snuggling up to Fergus. He never questioned Eve's antics, he got a free fashion show from his gorgeous girlfriend. Eve often jested that she was surprised to see her boyfriend awake as she strutted down the stairs. He had fallen asleep during her first shoot. That was the longest she took to capture the pics, namely because she fucked herself stupid, covering herself in sloppy spit and smeared makeup. That never happened again, her transformation to Ally came naturally after her initial awakening.

THREE MONTHS LATER

"You're so beautiful! That feels so good!" Fergus was in wonderland. He never got over how lucky he was to have semi-regular sex with Eve. She was an angel, with the body of a devil.

"Oh yeah, that's it... Ooh, yeah..." Eve responded in kind. The truth was, she noticed the spark was missing. Somewhere along her current journey, Ally got bored of Fergus, leading Eve astray.

Her boyfriend came, flopped onto her back, extending his arm. Eve took her cue, shimmying into him, resting her head on his chest. As they both began to drift off, Eve was already planning her next meeting with her manager.

Morning, Mr Manager! Can we meet up?? I have some thoughts :) AG xx

Good morning, Ally. I'm busy during the day, let's meet this evening. M

An evening meeting? They had never conspired to meet up after dark. How was she going to explain it to Fergus?

I can't do that, Fergus will ask too many questions. AG xx

In truth, her manager thought as much. He wanted to see how far he could bend Ally. He tested this every so often, it helped him establish if their relationship was still that of the business variety.

No problem, are you free for a Teams call? M

That's different, she thought. Why not?

Yeah, I should be. Fergus has class after lunch. Does that work for you? AG xx

I'll be out, but I'll find somewhere to sit for an hour. M

Yayy! Okay, speak to you later :) AG xx

Later that day, Fergus overestimated how long it would take him to eat lunch. He took an abnormally larger bite of his sandwich and filled the remainder of his mouth with water, before planting the glass down and rising to his feet. Gesturing at his mouth and his inability to speak, he formed a heart shape with his hands and blew a kiss. Sexy, Eve thought sarcastically.... After discarding the remainder of the sandwich, placing the plate and glass in the dishwasher and taking a calming breath, she hopped onto the sofa and opened her laptop. The call wasn't scheduled for another twenty minutes but Ally wanted to be punctual.

Tapping her dashboard, she quickly realised that she couldn't just sit there for twenty minutes. She had always thought of herself as productive and didn't want to lose that quality. Just because she had a manager, she wanted to put in more than fifty per cent effort. How could she use this short amount of time to her advantage? Fifteen minutes later, Ally bounded down the stairs. Wearing a tight dress and a face full of quality-branded makeup, she entered the call. I'm just in character, Ally convinced herself. This meeting is between Ally and her manager, so it makes sense for Ally to attend.

Once pleasantries were exchanged and business was discussed, the manager revealed the next stage of Ally's journey.

"Hello, Ally, can you hear and see me okay?" Her manager began the call, wondering how many people start meetings the same way...

"Yeah, can you see me?" She replied, prioritising sight over hearing. Ally adjusted herself, maximising the frame.

"I can." She smiled at his acknowledgement, waiting for him to further the conversation beyond a welcome.

"I'm going to cut to the chase. You're probably wondering why we're conversing via our laptops... Well, I spent the morning shopping. I think you're ready to up your game and as your manager, I made an executive decision, based on my knowledge of the industry (jerking off to porn) and have steered you in the right direction."

"... and what direction would that be?" Ally asked tentatively.

"You're going to post a PDF of a written document; a diary entry of sorts. You're going to confess to your horny subscribers, informing them that you believe you are a nymphomaniac. You will attach a girl-next-door photo, without makeup. This will make it seem genuine. Going forward you're going to post a pre-nightclub photo and a post-nightclub photo as usual, but this time your appearance will not differ too much. You will keep a tally of the nights you have gone out and not had any sexual relations. Once you reach day ten, your post-nightclub photo will be you in slutty lingerie fucking yourself with toys. This will be the most explicit post yet. We can blur your intimate parts if you want, but I think you're ready. This is going to be your coping mechanism for not getting dick on your nights out."

"Oh.My.Fucking.God... You perverted genius! That's sooo fucking good! That's why you're my manager!" She was immediately invested.

"Obviously I can't show you the items in broad daylight in the middle of a shopping centre... and I can't post it to Fergus' home address." Ally nodded, pulling a face.

"I need to come over in person. Can you make something up and get Fergus out for a maximum of five minutes? Realistically, I just need to drop the bag off for you to hide somewhere... or show him, it doesn't really matter, they just need to be in the house." He ended with a laugh. It was incredible how relaxed they both were. This was a project that they could both sink their teeth into with an open mind.