Don't Tell My Dirty Secrets

Chapter One

Chapter One: The Class A Caller

I scrubbed down my body in the warm water, eager to get the scent of sex and male excretions off of my body. The shoot I had participated in had involved lots of anal and I was eager to get home. The studio was paying me great money to film with them, but it was losing its thrill. I was honestly getting bored. The men in the sex industry were all the same. They knew they were good at what they did and they never let anyone forget it. The industry was full of self-righteous pricks that made a living off of manipulating their female counterparts to their will. If there was a script, you could forget about it because the men were going to do what they thought was sexy. Hence, the reason I had been suckered into doing an anal scene. I hated them.

I couldn't say that I enjoyed sex at all anymore. You could say I had become desensitized to it all. It's always the same thing. You fake a smile towards a guy you met only an hour before, and then you play the games and pretend to be interested. Once the scene is set, you spread your legs and wait for it to be over. At least, that's what I did.

There was a knock on the bathroom followed by a high pitch voice. "Avi, I need to get into the shower! You've been in there for twenty minutes. I told you that Harold had a golden shower in the script today. I am not going to sit here and dry into a crispy crust!"

"Alright. Alright! I am getting out now. Just calm your horses." I shut the water off and grabbed the plush blue towel that was hanging from the towel rack. I wrapped it around me and then opened the bathroom door. Sure enough, Michaela was standing there and shaking like a damn leaf. I wrinkled up my nose. "Alright, you smell horrible."

She rolled her eyes and stormed past me into the bathroom and straight to the shower, turning it on and not even bothering to check the temperature before jumping right in. "I told them no. I said I didn't want to do this, but then they had to go and offer me twelve grand for this stupid scene. Lord knows that I need the money."

"We all need the money. Why do you think we are all still doing this?" I dried myself off, not bothered by Michaela's nakedness or my own. "I don't so this for fun."

She snorted at that. "Tell me about it. I hear that Grant wants you to come to his office after you finish washing off. He seemed anxious." I knew that was just a jab at the rumor that I was Grant's plaything. I was not.

"He's always anxious about something. He needs a damn Valium." I rolled my eyes and hung the towel on the drying hook before fishing a white sundress out of my bag. I had learned that sometimes after shooting a scene, you just had to find clothing that wasn't going to rub all of the sore parts.

When I was satisfyingly clean and dressed once again, I grabbed my duffel bag and swung it over my shoulder. Michaela washed herself down, cussing under her breath the whole time. She noticed me staring and gave me a half smile. "Get going, Avi. I will be alright." I nodded and left the bathroom.

Michaela and I weren't the best of friends, but we understood each other enough to be able to stand in each other's shoes. We were both good girls living in a world that tore that innocence away from us. But then again, we were the ones that let that happen. I could have finished college when I started three years ago and had a respectable job by now. I wasn't sure why I thought the porn industry was a good idea. It was a lot of money but the work was not always worth it.

I walked past several different studios before I reached Grant's office. So many different scenes were going on and they began to blend in to another. You eventually end up getting to the point that your entire life is just one long scene. Your actual life becomes part of the back story. I sighed heavily and knocked on the heavy mahogany door to Grant's office.

I heard some rustling come from inside and then Grant's voice rang loud and clear through the door. "Come in." I opened the door and walked in, immediately disgusted at the sight of a blonde girl on her knees between my boss' knees. I averted my eyes and grimaced to myself. "Don't act shy, star girl." Grant's southern drawl rang through the air, loud and clear.

"I am not shy. You are just gross." That earned me a laugh. I kept my eyes on the dirty, grey carpet. "No seriously, it's disgusting. You call one of your female employees into your office and you can't even have the good sense to tuck your god-damned pecker away long enough to have a human conversation?"

I listened as his office chair creaked and he adjusted. The wet sound of him throat fucking the blonde's throat was almost deafening. Oh, if only I could fall into the floor below me. He grunted and then let out a long sigh. "Fuck." He cleared his throat. "Look at me, Aviana." Reluctantly, I tore my eyes from the ground to his face. I managed to skip over the blonde, thankfully. "I have a job for you and it pays better than anything you've done yet."

"If that's a lusty proposition, I will have to pass." I snapped, pushing my hair back behind my ear.

He rolled his eyes and bucked his hips, gasping. "Watch your teeth, woman." The blonde moaned and slowed her pace on his dick. I still wanted to gag, but he started talking again before I could focus to much on the lewd act. "Hear me out, star girl. I got a call from one of your biggest fans. Names are not important when he's offering thirty-thousand dollars for a scene with you."

"He wants to pay that much for an hour long film? This guy must be a lunatic." There was no way any guy in his right mind would offer thirty-thousand for a DVD.

Grant's lips turned upwards at the corners as he lifted a white eyebrow. "No, sweetie. He wants to star in the film also."

My head spun for several moments and I felt the bile rise up in my throat. "What?" He didn't respond. "You do realize that's prostitution, right?"

"It's not so black and white. He wants us to produce the film, so we would still be getting royalties and no one outside of this room would need to know the circumstances. Oh, fuck!" His hips jerked forwards again and his small hand darted down to grip the back of the blonde's head. He pulled her down closer to him, her nose pressed against his pelvis as he groaned and thrust his hips into her mouth again. "That's it, baby." I actually gagged. "Swallow it all, little whore."

I actually felt bad for the girl, but it was better her than me. "I don't know, Grant. I don't feel so great about this."

"Well, I guess it's a good thing you're under contract. Since we will be producing it, you don't truly have a say unless you would care to break that contract."

I glared at him and crossed my arms across my chest. "So what was the point in even telling me about this job? You've already decided for me."

"Consider it a warning, or a courtesy... Just however you decide to take it is fine." Grants smiled at me again before shooing me away with a flick of his wrist. "I told him you would be there tonight by nine. I suspect that it would be in your best interest to start getting ready. I'll have a driver pick you up shortly."

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