Page 16 of Poison

I hated scripts. I was horrible at memorizing them, especially since Hobbs never truly gave me any time to rehearse. I preferred to improv, and sometimes, he would allow it. After all, nobody watched the films for the dialogue. However, once in a while, Hobbs would get picky because he thought he had come up with some kind of masterpiece, and he would get upset when I went off script.

When I was sure I had most of it covered, I walked onto the set and groaned. It was a dungeon scene. Three buff men dressed as security guards stood off in the distance, and on the back wall was a set of shackles. Before taking my place, I skimmed over the script again before tossing it to the side and letting a stagehand bind me.

Once the lighting was adjusted for filming, Hobbs shouted for quiet on set and... "Action!"

Pulling at the chains, I looked around the room and begged, "Please! Someone! I need water! Please!" The lines were so damned cheesy, but there was nothing I could do about it.

In response to my calls, the "guards" entered the set. All of them were muscular and very good-looking. One held a cup, and the others carried heavy batons.

"Please, sirs," I begged in a needy tone. "I need some water."

"And what would you do for a cup of water, prisoner?"

Slapping on a flirtatious grin, I batted my eyes dramatically. "Anything you want. I'm sure I could find a way to repay your kindness." Opening my mouth, I stuck out my tongue. The man poured the water, just close enough for me to catch a bit on my tongue, but the rest spilled onto the rags I was wearing.

"You'll have to do something extra to get any more."

I leaned forward, allowing the chains to hold me upright. "Anything. Anything you want."

The man tore at my shirt, ripping it from my body. Luckily, the costume was designed to be easily torn away,soit didn't hurt. He yanked my pants down, and when I was completely naked, two of the actors picked me up by my legs, cradling me in their arms and spreading meapart for theman with the cup. He undressed as the cameras zoomed around, each getting a different angle. A stagehand, keeping low to the ground, crept onto the set and handed the man lubricant. With quick efficiency, he covered his cock and stepped forward. The guards lowered me slowly onto his shaft, and I moaned loudly.

The men did the work for me, lifting me up and down. The friction made my toes curl until Hobbs called out, "Cut! Unchain him, then switch positions... Action!" The fake guards made the proper adjustments, but when they unchained me, I slipped from their grip and fell hard onto the floor.

"Motherfuck!"

"Cut!" shouted Hobbs.

"Are you alright?" asked one of the men.

I nodded, clenching my teeth in pain. My damn knee felt like it was on fire, but we went at it again. I was positioned on my knees as one man rammed into my ass while I sucked off another. The third man stroked his cock until it was his turn to get sucked off. Throughout the long shoot, we rotated positions, only stopping so the men could clean themselves off, so I didn't have to suck a cock ass to mouth.

Shooting took hours. When wewere finallyfinished, I went straight to my room for a shower. As usual, Hobbs was waiting for me on my bed. Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I dropped the towel. Hobbs had always been like this. He had to fuck me after every client and every porn shoot. I used to love it, and sometimes I still did... when he made me feel desired.

"I don't have much time. I have someplace I need to be."

"How romantic," I groaned.

He undressed and stroked his cock. "Just lean over the bed. You know I can't let them have you without me finishing the job."

Except you never wait for me to cum, too.I rarely, if ever, cum while shooting porn or being with a client. Typically, I had to take care of myself. It didn't matter. Most didn't care if I finished or not. They were there to watch me take the load, not jizz it out myself. The only time I really got to cum was when Trevor wasn't in a huge hurry to get where he was going. Unluckily for me, it seemed like he was going to be selfish.

Leaning over the bed, I lifted my ass into the air. Unlike some of our other interactions,hewas kind enough to use lube beforehepushed inside of me. Hobbs kept at a medium pace, causing me to moan. I couldn't deny that it felt good. I only wished he would toss in a little foreplay.

"You like that?" he hissed.

"Mmm, yeah, baby. Give it to me. Give it to me, Daddy."

"You're my good boy, aren't you?"

"Mmmm yeah, you fuck me so good, baby!"I couldn't deny that I was enjoying it, and Hobbs loved it when I told him how good he made me feel.

"You take this cock so good. This is my ass, isn't it?"

"Yeah, baby. It's all yours. Take it!"

He groaned, giving me one last, hard thrust. It was over, and as I predicted, he didn't let me hit my climax.When he pulledout, he picked up his pants and tossed a wad of sinders on the bed. "Go have fun tonight."Without so much as a goodbye, he left.

I grabbed the cash and thumbed through it. It was less than my usual monthly allowance, but I could make it stretch if I played my cards right at Hell's Gate.

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