His Secret Pornstar | Discontinued

Chapter Six

A few days later —

"Good morning Eve," Troy, the man I've been working with here recently, greeted me as I walked into my video room. I smiled brightly at him in response and set my bag on a nearby chair.

I took my phone out of it, seeing two or three texts from Blaine. The past few days we've done nothing but text all day and sometimes all night. There was one time I just couldn't put the phone down and couldn't bare to tell him goodnight no matter how tired I was, so we ended up talking the night away.

Each day I learned more and more about him. About his siblings, a little bit about his work, and even just his personal life in general.

In a way, it scared me. I knew if it were to continue I would most definitely get attached. I'm too easy to do so.

I haven't had a relationship — or even anything remotely close—since high school where I had a boyfriend for a couple of months before he cheated. I got hooked on him and got my heart broken painfully.

I shook my head from such negative thoughts. I had vowed to myself that today would be a fantastic day — and I will do anything in my power to make it be.

I went back into my dressing room, my eyes wandering my outfits — when an idea came to my head.

A rather bold idea, but today, I had some weird confidence lurking within me.

Today, my hair looked great, my clothes fit nicely. Everything just seemed perfect today. 

I selected a few outfits from their hangers, looking over them and trying a few on. The first one was a mini skirt that barely went past my ass and a white tank top. The material of it was thin, leaving nothing to the imagination when I pulled it over my chest and let it land a little below my breasts. I stared at myself in the mirror and my confidence began to drop as I rose my phone, now standing in front of the full-length mirror.

I tapped on Blaine's profile and daringly snapped a few quick photos, trying even to make them a little blurry.

We've had sex, this shouldn't be too big of a deal, right?

Oh god, I've never even done this before.

I gulped and in a rash decision, I hit the send button and nearly sent my phone flying in the process.

I heard a chuckle from the other side of the room, "You seem more squirmish than usual," Troy laughed, setting up the tripod as he looked me up and down. 

"O-Oh…not for the video or anything—no, I'm good," I nervously smiled as I watched my phone like a hawk. I was nearly shaking waiting for his reply, looking back and forth from the photo and analyzing every single little part of it, pointing out every flaw of it in my mind and practically gnawing my hand off in the process as I bit on the tip of my thumb.

"What's got you so nervous, Eve?" He came around the camera and looked over my should, raising his eyebrows as I blushed.

"Ahh, I see, trying to impress a special someone," he winked, heading back over toward the camera.