Gambling For The Virgin:A Dark Billionaire Romance(134)

"Sure, whatever you think."

"It's your call, Ethan. If we offer them a package, I can ask our  marketing team to draw up the proposal. Do we want to offer three tiers  of sponsorship?"

"Look, I must be more tired than I thought because honestly, all of  these ideas are jumbled together in my mind," I lie. I'm not tired, but  it's true that I'm not focused. I only have one thing on my mind, and  it's certainly not the product launch-or events-or sponsors.

"I trust you, Cheryl. You know this business-and me-inside and out. You  make the call, and pull the levers. We'll get everyone onboard with the  plan and we'll roll it out. I have total confidence that this will be a  product launch for the books. It'll be the best one in Illicit  Entertainment history."

"Okay, if that's how you feel, I'll make the call," she says. I can tell  she's still giving me a sideways glance, but I shrug it off and gather  my things. Just as I'm about to excuse myself from the room, she speaks  up.

Brittney is supposed to be shooting today," she says.

"Oh yeah?" I ask, acting casual.

"From what I can tell, it's an extensive scene. She should be in the building shortly."

As soon as she says that, I know exactly where I'm heading.





101





Brittney





"Turn your body around a bit to the left so the camera gets your ass,"  the photography director calls out from his chair and I angle my body on  the bed a little bit so that my ass is pointing toward him.         

     



 

Jesus, I never thought I'd be back here again.

I'm wearing nothing but a lace black thong, black stockings and a  matching lace black bra. I'm on a bed with red silk sheets on all fours,  trying to look sexy.

I used to do this back in the day, when I was doing porn full time. Take  teaser shots. For covers, promotional materials, trailers, you name it.

Although back then, it wasn't as high-tech as it is now. And Robert used to be there with me.

The thought sends a shudder down my spine. I can't believe Robert used  to stand there and watch me as I wriggled my ass for the camera.

Oh yeah, Robert, right? I told you earlier I'd tell you about him.

He's the guy that Simon is going to give my information to if-

"Brittney, are you paying attention?" the photography director calls out  and I snap my head toward him. "It seems like you're not listening or  trying. I'm sorry."

I sigh.

It really shouldn't be this hard. All I'm supposed to do is look sexy. That's the whole point of this photo shoot.

And I promise you, I'm trying. The whole thing is resting on me now that I'm picked to be the face of the I.E.

I'm going to be starring in the first interactive virtual porn experience.

It's going to be different from the old days though.

For one thing, I'm not actually having sex with anyone on camera. I'm not having sex at all to make this happen.

I'm going to be pretending to have sex, so when the viewer puts on the  glasses, they think that I'm the one who they're fucking. It kind of  ruins the mood if they see another cock in there.

There's some computer graphics involved, but a lot of it first involves  capturing my pictures as I pretend that there's a cock inside of me. Or  that I'm blowing somebody.

Even the cumshot is going to be done on the computer.

Crazy, right?

That way the viewer only has to specify using his eyes where he wants to  cum, and the software will use a pre-made cum shot and target it there  on my body.

I'm one woman, doing a man-woman scene.

The only problem is, we're still stuck on the promotional trailers.

I don't know why. I just can't feel as sexy right now.

Maybe it's the fact that there are so many people around me, seemingly  interested more in their own tasks than on my nearly naked body.

Maybe it's the fact that the last time I did this was with Robert, and that man makes me feel singularly unsexy.

Or maybe it's the fact that I'm here under false pretenses. That Ethan thinks I'm going to be the new face of his product.

When I'm actually here to steal it from him and give it to Simon.

I mean, sure, Man Chasers LLC was all about deceit. But I was there  deceiving men who were too stupid to realize they shouldn't be cheating  on the woman that they pledged their lives to.

If a man was going about doing that, and willing to cheat on his wife,  then fuck him. He deserves everything that he got by fucking me.

But this is … different.

Simon is paying me to lie. But he's also paying me to steal.

I have no idea why, but I do know that if I don't do this, he's not just going to not pay me. He's going to destroy my life.

Tell me something, hun. If you were in this situation, would you even feel remotely sexy?

I mean, I felt sexy every time I did porn. But no one was holding a  metaphorical gun to my head. I wanted to be there, under those lights,  seducing on camera.

Apparently, not only am I not being sexy now, but I've stopped even  being remotely attractive because the photography director shouts out,  "Okay, everyone, let's take five!"

I sigh.

If I don't get my act together then I'll have fucked this up before I even get a chance.

I need to somehow catch Ethan's eye. Then I need to get my way into his  trust. And then I need to find what I'm looking for and take it.

I can hand it to Simon and then get the hell out of here.

I've saved up several million over the years; I can easily relax and  live off of it for a few years. Maybe go to Paris. And then Rome. And  maybe Venice.

I'm thinking about Venice and if there's ever a chance to be a modern day courtesan again when I see him.

There, coming into the studio.

Ethan Kane.

You remember how I gave you that sob story basically about me and my situation? Told you it made it hard to feel sexy?

Well, I hate to say it because it makes me totally look so wishy-washy,  but honestly, just seeing Ethan now is getting me kinda tingly.

I mean the other day, you saw me when I did the audition. I came during a lap dance.

I've never been a stripper or anything. Like I could never be that cold  and money hungry every minute. When I get turned on, I totally go all  the way.

Well, I went farther than I intended I think. You remember? I mean, I  know I was telling you that I lost complete track of the people around  me.

God, I came so hard on top of him.

And then once I got home, I came so hard thinking about it. And don't  let me even get started about that night at the restaurant  …

And now, looking at him come into the studio, and look around in  confusion as everyone takes their five minute break, I forget all about  my troubles.

It's like the world is melting around me and once again, it's just him and I.

"Tommy," I call out at the sound guy who is still at his post. "Can you play something with a bass?"

He nods to me and pushes a few buttons. The instrumentals to something that sounds kind of like hip-hop comes on.

But Tommy's gone from my head now. I mean, so is everyone else. I'm  staring at Ethan and from the corner of the room as he walks closer, I  know he's staring at me on the bed.

All of a sudden, my body is moving to the slow cadence of the music and I  want nothing more than for Ethan to come join me on the bed.

I crawl over toward the bed, bending my body lower, hoping he gets a  view of my tits as they hang. They're starting to feel really sexy in  this bra.

Ethan walks closer and I can see him now more clearly.

He's wearing a shirt that's hugging him like a second skin. You can see  his pecs; they're bulging. His biceps are rippling. He could easily lift  me and hold me up if he wanted to and not break a sweat.

He could use me as a sex toy, I think to myself.

I mean, don't you think that, when you look at him on the cover?

Just lifting you up?

You'd spread your legs for him. He'd maneuver you like a sex object. Use  the entrance to your pussy to rub the head of his cock around a bit.

Oh yeah. Just imagining the tip of his cock against my pussy lips is getting me hot.

I love it.

I bring a hand back, running it over my ass cheek until it gets to the thin layer of fabric that's covering my pussy lips.

Maybe someone says something to me, but I don't care whose watching  because I take a finger and start to rub my folds. It feels good.

I feel like I'm in heat. I close my eyes and arch my back, imagining Ethan's tongue running along me. From my pussy to my crack.

That's right. Like the song.

Lick it hard. Lick it good. Just like he should.

I shudder as I feel warmth flood my body.

God, I want to fuck him so bad.

I'm writhing on the bed all of a sudden. I don't know how or why, but I'm on my back.

My fingers go under the waistband of my thong and I run one finger over my clit now.

That feels too good.

If I keep doing this I'm going to …

"Cut!" I hear the photography director yell. Followed immediately by,  "Brittney, I don't know where that came from babe, but it was  scorching!"

The world starts to intrude on my haze of lust at this point and I look around.

Ethan's standing there, maybe ten feet away.

I guess the people were filming the whole time.

But who cares about that. Do you see the more important thing?

Ten feet away stands Ethan Kane.

His eyes are staring directly at me.

With the biggest fucking cock tent on his crotch that I have ever seen.