Her Redemption

3. Request

I arrive at the studio pulling into the underground parking garage. This studio, and production, requires lots of privacy. For obvious reasons. There's security guards and gates that surround the rather large building.

The production company is called More2Love.

I like it because they accept all sizes, ethnicity's, race and gender. They don't make you be someone you're not, they're very accepting.

Most production companies have requirements on BMI, age, literally anything and everything you can think of. The same kind of people, who look exactly the same, and are no different.

It's boring, repetitive and downright degrading.

"Ah you're here!" Melissa squeals seeing me. Melissa is my agent, friend and producer. She owns the company with her husband Mark. They're cool hippies who love love in all kinds of forms. They loved love so much, that they made their own company 20 years ago and have flourished ever since.

Melissa and Mark are kind of like the family I never had. Even though they might see me naked, we're a family here. In some unoriginal, platonic way. I know I have siblings and a mom, but with my father's addiction and sudden death, when I turned 18 Melissa welcomed me with open arms to her house since I couldn't step foot in my parents. It was hard having to relive the situation every single day.

The smell alone of any alcohol use to trigger me where I would become numb and hide from everyone.

I met Melissa one day at a grocery store, she saw me crying in an isle over my father. I ran out, with no car, no wallet. No money for food. I left it all behind and she took me in. That's how I got into porn.

I mean I was always very open minded when it came to sex. I think porn is a natural way to find someone's desires and I like the confidence it gave me when it came to having sex.

Porn and sex came naturally to me, as I became a well known star. I tried everything and anything. I never said no. I didn't want to live with any regrets.

So now the smell of alcohol is nothing more than a mere memory of a life I once endured. Until my husband started drinking heavily, bringing back painful moments. Moments, I don't ever want to relive.

"Hi Mel." I kiss her cheek thankful to finally arrive here to work because the traffic was bringing unwanted thoughts to my head.

I like to keep myself busy and always doing something if not my thoughts scatter all over the place and I become someone I don't want to be.

"You okay hun?" Her southern accents slips out. No one knows my situation at home besides my mom, Melissa and my brother Spencer.

"Yeah, I'm good. Ready for work." I answer with a lip tight smile not really in the mood to speak anymore.

I walk into my dressing room, immediately taking off my clothes to take a shower.

Before scenes and after scenes, we shower. It's a protocol and I am very grateful for it.

"Well the scene will begin in one hour. Your outfit is placed on the table. Did you read your script?" She asks sitting down on the couch.

I walk into the small cubed shower in my room and shower quickly with my favorite vanilla scented soap from bath and body works.

"No" I shout over the water as I scrub my body thoroughly. I'm very thankful my skin is smooth and I did laser hair removal a few years ago. "I'll read it now."

I'm a person who reads the scene before doing it. I don't need practice, I have incredible memory. I'm a natural talent, Melissa and Mark say to me all the time.

"Who's the scene with?" I ask as I wrap the white robe around my body.

"You've never done it with him before." Melissa smiles ignoring my question.

I narrow my eyes at her and lift my brow as I put lotion all over my body. "Who?"

Melissa bites her cheek hard. If it wasn't for the Botox and cheek fillers, you'd never think she's almost 41 years old. Her long curly black hair is in a high ponytail, as her caramel skin flushes under my stare. She sighs, shaking her head and points to the paper on my vanity.

I pick it up after putting on a red silk robe and silk red thong for my scene.

I skim the first few sentences as it states the limits of the scene today and requirements.
Both our test results are on the sheet as well stating clean. It's a required test every single week even if there are no scenes prior.

24, male, United Kingdom, speaks fluent English and Spanish. Been in industry for 7 years.

Who is this? I ask myself and then feel my heart beat rapidly as I read the name printed at the bottom of the next page with his signature on it.

Oh my god.

I drop the paper back on the table and cross my arms trying to control my temper.

"What the hell Melissa?!" I whisper shout throwing my hands up in the air and going through my drawer and plugging in my brush blowdryer.

"Is there going to be a problem?" Melissa asks me warily standing up to get the makeup from the counter.

I sigh loudly and once I finish drying my hair and straightening it pin straight I look at her through the mirror. She's doing my makeup for me since the makeup artist couldn't come in today.

"Bryan Lawson?" I question with my eyebrows furrowed.

"Drake Law." She corrects me as she applies the rest of my makeup. I roll my eyes.

"Drake Law." I say through clenched teeth.

Bryan Lawson also known as Drake Law.

Very famous pornstar for the past few years and also known as my little brothers childhood bestfriend. They both got into the industry together except for my brother Spencer does gay porn and Bryan does not. At least not anymore.

I haven't seen him in years, probably since my father passed. He was always just an annoying little kid--I mean I follow him on social media and I have seen how he looks. He's very good looking but he's my brothers bestfriend.

My baby brothers bestfriend who I'm about to fuck on camera

What the fuck.

"He's hot, and I'm sure your brother will not mind. Besides, Drake knows it's you. If anything he requested—

"What?!" I asked shocked. I mean I knew he had a silly crush on me growing up and he'd blush whenever I'd be with Spencer and him. I loved hanging with my brother and I didn't care about the two year age difference between us.

She smacked her lips and put her hands on her lips. "He requested this scene with you."

Oh?

My face blushes at the sudden realization. He requested me? But how? Why?

"I don't know" she takes her phone out reading a message as I apply my blue raspberry lip balm. I don't like wearing lipstick, it's messy and honestly doesn't taste good.

Blue raspberry is my favorite flavor.

"He's here." She grins kissing the crown of my head. My stomach turns as I slip on my slippers and walk out. I follow closely to the set, saying hello to the camera crew and the producers and editors.

I pop in a mint that's on the small table filled with water bottles, coffee machines and an array of snacks.

A strong delicious cologne invades my senses and I freeze in my spot.

"Hey you." A deep voice says behind me, one I do not remember at all. It makes me noticeably shiver and I curse myself in my head.

I turn around and I'm dumbfounded with what I see.