Chocolate

Good Girl

"Holy shit," Charlie ogled at Noelle who stood in front of him adorned in black lingerie, looking like a freaking Victoria's Secret Angel. He slid forward to caress her hips and kiss her neck.

"I'm scared," she could feel her heart playing the beat of a Metallica song inside of her chest and she wondered how Charlie was so composed and nonchalant.

"You'll be fine," he couldn't take his eyes of her bulging chest and porcelain skin before he dragged her into a room with expensive looking cameras surrounding the bed.

"You ready?" a man with a camera on his shoulder asked, peering at Noelle.

"Let's get it on," Charlie laughed at himself before getting into character.

The flash on the video camera turned on and Charlie began to run his hands up and down Noelle's waist. They laid on the bed, side by side, giving each other lascivious looks. Noelle was scared and uncomfortable but Charlie's hands were coaxing and she was weak. His cherry lips wrapped around hers. He lifted her onto his lap, paying fond attention to her luxurious wear. Time moved like molasses before Noelle was fully exposed. She forgot about the camera as she rode Charlie like a stallion.

Ten minutes later, she was collapsed on the bed, exhausted and satisfied but also feeling guilty and ashamed. The cameramen cleared out soon after, leaving the room to the two.

"That was amazing," Charlie fell next to her. "I don't remember you being that good," he nudged her. Silence ensued. "You okay?" he perched on an elbow and looked down at her. A sheet was wrapped around her body in an attempt to cover her shame.

"I shouldn't have done that. What if someone sees?" she could feel tears pricking her eyes.

"Babe, it's okay. I was like that my first time. Here," he hopped out of the bed and walked into the bathroom attached to the room. When he returned, three small gray blue colored pills rested in his had and a bottle of vodka was in the other. He handed both over to her.

"What is this?" she asked cautiously, taking all the items into her hands.

"Xanax. Trust me, it works wonders," he flopped down on the bed.

"Is this safe?" she arched her eyebrow.

"Is shooting porn with me safe when I could post it on any website?" his smiled was cocked.

"Good point," she threw the pills into her mouth and downed the vodka quickly because she would take anything to calm her nerves at that point.

"Good girl," he smiled with every hint of mischief sparkling in his eyes.