Dirty Secrets Of A Working Woman

Chapter 2 His Side Job

Walking through the building, I reach the office and wait. I chew my lip and consider this. I can hear from here that he is f*****g her, but I don't want to wait until he's finished to be able to leave.

Knocking, I wait. I hear him groan, 'Come in', sick bastard. I open the door and step in. The noise of him f*****g her gets louder instantly.

“You wanted to see me,” I spit the words out and keep my eyes lowered.

“Ah, Alexis, yes, I need you,” he groans, and I fight back the gag as I hear his skin slapping against hers. She's relatively quiet, so she’s either gagged with something or his hand. “Look at me, Alexis, stop being shy and acting like you haven't seen two people f**k,” he laughs slightly, and then grunts.

I've seen hundreds of people f**k, but I have no desire or need to see him doing it. My eyes stay down.

“That's it, take me deeper.” His words almost have me throw up in my mouth, “Alexis, I will not speak if you're not looking at me.” He growls his words.

My head snaps up and I focus on his face, trying not to let them drop to where he has her bent over the desk.

“I had a call. A job has come in for you,” he groans his words and seems to f**k her faster.

“That's fine, message me the details,” I say as I turn to leave.

“Don't you leave! I need to give details in person,” he grunts.

“I would rather leave and you message me then I don't have to be tortured anymore by the sound of you using a woman,” I snap and he laughs. My words seem to have spurred him on as he moves faster.

“Look, you get five thousand for it; how does that sound? Five thousand for one scene with the beautifully talented Bunny Wild.” he groans and pulls her up and f***s her faster.

Five thousand for one hour is a lot; typically, it doesn't go over two, and that's for more demanding scenes.

“So where is it happening?” I ask. He's like my manager, so often finds me work outside of his own business.

“His house,” his words end, and he groans. I watch as he whispers into her ear and releases her. She walks past me and lies on the sofa.

She's new. There are two types of workers here, some like me who come and do scenes for the porn, and that's it. Then there are ones like her who go personal. This wasn't filmed, and this wasn't porn, but no doubt, he offered her a lot, and she took it.

She's stepped over the line of working porn star to prostitute.

“Why his house?” I ask. We rarely do them in each other’s houses. “Who is going with me, and why is he willing to pay that much for a video of me?”

“One, his house because he has what he needs there,” his words are louder. “No one is going with you; he has his own setup. I've sent him locations of where to place the cameras, and it's not for a video of you. Well, he gets that, but he is going to be the main male star in it.” He grins and flicks the cig in the ashtray.

“What?” Is he joking? “No, that's not porn. That's prostitution, no,” I say again, just in case he missed the first no.

“Look, it's not like that. We get all the footage, edit and produce it, we still earn the royalties and s**t, only he stars in it,” he explains. It is like that, but people don't make requests, not like this.

A company may request that we join together, but they don't request that one of us join them. I've never had someone ask me to do a video with them in it. That's over the line.

“Find someone else; I won't agree to that,” I say and turn; his hand stops me from leaving.

“You don't get a choice; you're under contract, remember?”

“Yeah, but my contract doesn't state I have to agree to f*****g a guy who wants to get his fantasy lived out,” I argue.

“No, but your contract states any job that we produce or edit you must do. We're editing and producing it, so you're doing it,” he says while smirking and s**t, he's right. “If less, are you willing to buy yourself out of the contract, Bunny Wild?” He leans closer, and I gag at his breath.

“If I have no f*****g choice, why even ask? Just tell me,” I say between gritted teeth.

“You have a choice; you refuse and pay to remove yourself out of the contract or break the contract.”

Break the contract? If I was going to break the contract, I may as well just pay to get myself out of it, not that I can.

“You know that isn't an option, so why ask and not tell?” I shout.

“I was being nice, Alexis, but I guess next I will just order you to do it, yes?” He smirks, and I watch as he moves around his desk. He throws the pills into his mouth and drinks the whisky.

He plans to f**k her again, so I need to finish this conversation now, not later.

“Where am I going and when?” I ask.

“Tonight, I will send you the address, although he has said he will have a car collect you and take you to his place. Remember, Alexis, you're under contract; how you act tonight reflects on me, and I won't have you playing up.” He steps closer and presses his body against mine.

Eww, I can feel his c**k. I don't step back, though; I glare into his face. He won't scare me.

“You do what he says when he says. He knows your limits; anything else is an open book. He can do it and use you.” He turns, and I don't reply; I just walk out of the room.