Rachelle pulled into the driveway of the gated mansion, taking notice of the huge pool area. It was ninety-five degrees outside and after the shoot was done, she figured she'd have time for a dip. The owner of the house was away for the weekend so Jamie had the estate to himself. Unless he needed the pool for another shoot after hers, she doubted he'd have any problems with her stripping down for a swim.
Jamie was the owner of Backshotz Studios, and one of the hottest up and coming directors in the business. After he dropped out of film school, he took out a loan and got into porn. Rachelle didn't usually do business with upstarts, but Jamie made an impressive pitch when she agreed to meet with him. Though young, he'd researched the business well and unlike most newbie directors, he paid his talent above fair wage.
He was also very professional on set, as opposed to directors who were always trying to sleep with the actresses. That was one of her biggest pet peeves—people in the business who assumed they could get in her panties just because they set her up with a gig. Granted, she'd hooked up with a couple of directors and agents here and there, but it was always by her own choice and never under pressure. Rachelle only fucked who she wanted, when she wanted.
Her first two shoots for Jamie had gone surprisingly well. The first was a boy-girl with a hot 'cheating wife' theme. The second was a girl-girl with her friend Lexis for his 'Frenemies with Strap-ons' series. It wasn't just 'shake-your-ass-strip-and-fuck' with Jamie. He knew what the fans wanted and he came up with very provocative storylines. The comments sections on his site were full of praise for his imagination. Jamie also took the fan suggestions seriously and often worked their ideas into his scenes. Social media was redefining the porn game and Jamie was determined to use that to his advantage.
A lot of studios were losing money because of internet tube sites and piracy. Being a millennial, Jamie understood how to monetize his sites better than most. He used the best digital encryption to make sure his videos didn't get on the tube channels unless he wanted them to. That appealed to Rachelle's business side. She hated nothing more than seeing her hard work available for free download by any jackass with a WiFi connection.
Rachelle pulled to a stop behind a large, black SUV. She was scheduled to shoot with veteran male star, Kerry, but she didn't see his car and the chrome-rimmed SUV seemed a bit too flashy for his style. Jamie had sent her a text earlier saying everyone was there, so she figured Kerry had bummed a ride or maybe parked on the other side of the house. It was a massive estate after all. She pulled out her phone and sent a text to her friend Kendrah. They were supposed to meet up for drinks later.
RACHELLE: Might go for a swim after the shoot. You should hang out.
KENDRAH: Sorry babe. I've got a couple of cam shows for my site. We're still on for later right?
RACHELLE: Mos Def. C U L8tr.
KENDRAH: K
Rachelle cut the engine and exited the car. Walking past the SUV, she took a look inside and noticed a half-smoked joint in the ashtray. She figured one of Joey Ganz's friends must have stopped by. Ganz was the volatile lead singer of an alt-rock band and owner of the house. He also liked to date porn stars, so it was no surprise when he and Jamie became fast friends. When she heard Jamie was going to get the Ganz mansion for a shoot, Rachelle jumped at the opportunity. With its huge pools and outdoor Jacuzzis, the house had become legendary in porn circles for its rowdy pool parties and impromptu orgies. More importantly for Jamie, it was a step up from the cheap hotel rooms and flop houses some of the other fledgling studios had to use.
She walked up the marble steps and rang the doorbell. A few seconds later, Jamie's assistant and part-time fuckbuddy Nisa, opened the door.
"Hey girl." They hugged. Nisa stepped away and checked out Rachelle's body. "Sexy bitch. Love that dress."
"Thank you," Rachelle said, giving her a quick twirl. "It's one of my favorites."
"I can see why," Nisa said. "I would totally, like ... kill someone to have that body."
Rachelle was celebrated in porn for her toned form and nice tits, but it was her perfect, bubbly ass that was the true show stopper. It was her signature money maker and she always made sure to wear outfits that put those heart-shaped cheeks on center stage. She loved the attention from men—and women.
"I was going to wear some jeans, but it's hot as hell out here," Rachelle replied.
Nisa ushered her into the house. "C'mon in. Jamie's almost finished setting up."
"Sweet."
Rachelle followed the young, petite blond into the humongous living room. Ganz had nice taste in furniture, a nice mix of vintage pieces with modern décor. With him being a rocker, she'd expected leather everywhere, empty bottles on the floor and a stripper pole in the center of the floor. On the contrary, Ganz's house could have belonged to a politician.
The air conditioning felt like heaven. She'd only been in the heat for a few minutes, but her silky blue dress was starting to stick to her skin. She was beginning to think she should have worn something more like Nisa's outfit, a green tank and jean shorts. Of course there was the pink thong whale-tailing over the waistband.
Rachelle figured it would only be a matter of time before the twenty-year old got on camera. She knew Nisa had done some emergency fluffing and her eyes were wide for the business. She often talked about following in Jamie's footsteps and starting her own studio, but with a feminist perspective.
Nisa was idealistic. Rachelle knew the type. She'd seen tons of young girls get into porn with the thought of empowering women and revolutionizing the business. Rachelle knew the business. It didn't matter if you think of yourself as a hooker in an alley or the second coming of Gloria Steinem. At the end of the day, you're still getting blasted in the face with a hot load of cum.
"You can wait here," Nisa said, pointing to the couch. "You want something to drink?"
"Yeah, I could use a cool down," Rachelle said.
"Champagne?"
"Sure."
"Coming right up."
Nisa's tight little ass swayed side to side as she barefooted her way into the kitchen. Rachelle heard men's voices in the back, one of them belonging to Jamie. He was probably prepping Kerry for the theme. Jamie didn't really use scripts. He laid out the main premise and trusted the actors to improv. That often meant a lot of reshoots of the opening, but it was better than reshooting the sex. Jamie felt that if the actors weren't worried about remembering lines, it helped the chemistry and led to more realistic scenes. Rachelle agreed. She rarely had orgasms on set, but to her surprise, she'd shuddered through multiple body quakes on both of the previous scenes she'd shot for him.
Nisa sauntered back into the room with two flutes of champagne and sat down on the couch next to Rachelle.
"So," Nisa asked. "You excited?"
Rachelle took a sip and chuckled. "Honey, when you've been doing this as long as I have, you don't get excited. You're just hoping the money's right and the dick stays hard."
Nisa raised her glass. "Amen to that."
They klinked glasses and sipped the champagne. Nina lowered her flute and stared at Rachelle.
"What?" Rachelle asked.
"It's just that I know you're a veteran and everything, but this is still a big deal right? This is going to open up a whole new fan base for you."
"I've got plenty of fans," Rachelle replied between sips. "This partnership with Jamie is mutually beneficial. I was the first mainstreamer to shoot for him. Even brought Lexis on board. His memberships have jumped way up and I'm putting out good scenes. Win-win."
"Speaking of the scene, that reminds me. Your co-star needs to know if there are any do's or don'ts he needs to be aware of ... finger in the ass, hair pulling, spanking ... mild slapping. I told him you're pretty much cool, but like he said, every girl's different."
"Really?" Rachelle scoffed. "Kerry knows me
and
my body like a book. I'm surprised he would even ask that after all the times we've teamed up."
"Oh." Nisa's eyes widened. "I thought Jamie had already told you."
"Told me what?"
"Kerry had to cancel," Nisa said. "You're shooting with Ares today."
Rachelle choked back a swallow of champagne. "No. He didn't tell me. And he knows I don't do blind shoots!" Angered, she set her glass on the table hard enough for some of the champagne to spill. "And who in the FUCK is Ares?"
"That would be me," said a deep voice from behind them.
Rachelle turned around. A tall, athletic black man stood posed in the doorway to the kitchen wearing red briefs. About nine inches of curled cockmeat bulged through the fabric. He was dangerously handsome, with amazing ab definition and a cocky smile. In any other circumstance, her panties would have been soaked. But Rachelle was notorious in the business for not doing interracial scenes.
"Oh fuck no," Rachelle said. "This ain't happening."
"Don't worry," Nisa said. "His tests are up to date."
Rachelle glared. "Fuck his tests. I don't shoot with black guys!"
She bolted off the couch and stormed toward the kitchen, heels clacking on the hardwood floor. Ares remained in the doorway, grinning and blocking her path.
"Move," she said.
