Page 64 of Salacious Star

I grinned, ducking my head a little. Cole was a good guy, and if I was honest with myself, I'd always felt close to him. Closer than I felt to my own parents, sometimes, simply by proximity. Cole was here and had offered an ear to vent to more than once over the years that I'd worked for the studio, and I was always going to be grateful to him for that.

Cole hummed, and when I looked up at him again, his face had grown thoughtful. "I know that he was just scheduled for a session with Hunter in a few days, but I'll talk to Dorian and Emmett once I get back in there and see what we can do to shift things around. We'll figure out something for the two of you to do, though it'll probably be a few days since your last two videos are scheduled to go live this weekend."

I nodded, tucking my hands into my pockets. "Okay. Cool. Thank you," I said sincerely.

Then I glanced at the door, a smirk touching my lips as I looked back at Cole. "So, who's the adorable beefcake? Is he going to come to work here?"

Cole's eyes flashed, and he offered me a small smile thatreekedof mischief. "This is his interview. Says he's a submissive bottom and had experience as a dungeon monitor in LA. I'm going to have him observe Brandon before he signs anything. I think they'll pair well together."

I stared for a moment, stunned, before I tossed back my head and laughed. My words from before, that Brandon was going to meet someone who slipped past his defenses and he wouldn't even know it, played in my mind, and I couldn't stop myself from grinning at the closed door.

"Don't scare the poor boy too much," I said, winking.

Cole chuckled, and I turned on my heel to walk away, raising one hand to wave goodbye. I heard the door to the conference room open and close again as I walked away, and I couldn't help the way that I felt so fuckinglight.

Xander was mine, and now everyone at work knew it too. I had no probably continuing to fuck him on camera for money, as long as everyone knew...thatIwas the only one who go to touch him.

Caveman Tristan, reporting for duty.

I couldn't bring myself to care.

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Xander

Irritation bubbled inside of me as I slammed my car door, stomping over to the front of the Studio Black building and opening the front door a little harder than was probably strictly necessary.

I couldn't help it. I waspissed.

It had been a couple of days since I'd last seen Tristan - he'd spent the weekend at my house after the drunk incident and the mutual confessions of love when he let me top him for the first time, and it had been the most blissful fucking forty-eight hours I'd experienced in alongtime - and I hadn't heard anything about being scheduled at work. Not for photos, not for a video shoot. I wasn't sure if Tristan had either, but I also hadn't asked.

And then earlier today, I'd gotten an email that I was scheduled for a video shoot with someone new - a guy named Hunter, porn name Gray Hendricks - and even though it had sent little shivers of unease down my spine, I'd immediately answered in the affirmative.

Just because I was mostcomfortablewith Tristan - and was fucking in love with the man to boot - didn't mean that I was always going to have the luxury of working exclusively with him. That was something that I'd known when I'd taken this gig, and I was frankly grateful that they'd given me this much time with only one person to get my bearings as an adult star.

I'd been all hyped up about working with someone new - and very firmly talking myselfoutof changing my mind and telling Cole that no, I wouldn't be working with anyone other than Tristan going forward, thank you very much - when I got another emailcancelingthe shoot, without a reason why.

Just a vague "scheduling error" message from Cole, and that...that irritated me.

Yes, of course, I was being paid every single week regardless of what Iactuallydid at the studio. I was being paid for a certain amount of hours, though, and Iknewthat they were going easy on me. Yes, the shoots with Tristan had been relatively intense, but they'd been short, and I'd only been scheduled for a few scant photography sessions aside.

I definitely wasn't working anywhere near as much as I'd thought that I would going into this gig, and now Cole was rescheduling me without giving a real reason why?

It wasn't rational, I knew that, but...well, I was a little pissed.

Which was why I stormed through the Studio Black building without worrying about who might see me, barely glancing down the hallway towards the conference room where Cole and the others usually had meetings on Wednesdays, according to Tristan. The conference room was dark and the door closed, though, so I headed towards the film studio, determined to talk tosomeoneeven if it meant that I was going to see something that was going to make me blush.

I gathered my wits about me enough not to storm onto the film set guns blazing, though, instead slipping past the door and making sure that it closed quietly behind me.

As expected, they were in the middle of a shoot. One of Brandon's, a fact that immediately made me flush, and that wasbeforeI registered what he was doing...and wearing.

Brandon was wearing a pair of leather pants and boots that laced up to his knees, a denim vest open over his chest, showcasing a full sleeve of tattoos and others down his torso besides. The man in front of him was fully naked and kneeling, his cock hard and free and bobbing in front of him, and Brandonwas fucking two fingers down his throat - and had been for a while now, if the way that he was drooling was any indication.

"Good slut," Brandon murmured, his voice rough and possessive. "Look at you. Your throat is the perfect sleeve for my fingers, isn't it?"

The man - his sub? I needed to ask Tristan exactly what Brandon's preferences in the bedroom were, because the intimidation he exuded in his day to day life definitely transferred to his sex persona as well, Jesus - nodded, drooling more as he mumbled around Brandon's fingers, the words muffled.

I tore my eyes away from the scene, looking out over the crowd of people who were on set watching. There was the familiar crew, several of whom I recognized, and then Emmett and Dorian were standing near the camera the way they always were, watching. Emmett had his camera in hand and moved silently to crouch down and take a shot as I watched, and I noticed someone new - a tall, pretty blonde musclehead in a red t-shirt and jeans - standing behind Dorian, looking simultaneously like he wanted to bolt, and like he wanted to hop right on set right then and there.

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