Stories From The 6 Train 1(234)

"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.





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.