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Who the fuck is this?

That’s what Maddie was thinking as she watched the DVD. Whoever it was, it most certainly wasn’t her or Kelly or Kirk.

She picked up her remote and fast forwarded the DVD.

Nothing, or maybe it was something, but it wasn’t the right something. It was a Black girl and she was bent over as one man fucked her from behind and as another fucked her in her mouth.

What the hell was this?

She popped the DVD out of the player as if looking at the unmarked disc would somehow give her insights as to who the girl was but the disc was what it was, an unmarked disc without any indication of what the disc contained. Reluctantly, she picked up the phone and she called Kirk.

“Hello,” she heard him answer.

“It wasn’t the right disk.”

“What do you mean it wasn’t the right disc?”

Maddie couldn’t help but feel a bit piqued at the question. It was almost like he was blaming her for stealing the wrong disc.

Take it easy, she told herself. That wasn’t what he was saying at all. At least, she hoped that wasn’t what he was saying and it had better not be what he was saying. “It’s the wrong disc,” Maddie said again. “It’s got some Black girl on it and she’s getting fucked by a couple of guys.”

“Who is she?”

“How the hell should I know?”

“You don’t recognize her?”

“If I’d have recognized her, I would have said so, wouldn’t I?”

“Hey, don’t blame me. I’m just trying to help, remember? You want me to take a look at it?”

Maddie couldn’t help but growl in frustration. Yeah, that was just like a man, wasn’t it? Tell him you had a disk with some girl getting fucked and of course, he wanted to take a look.

“Well?” Kirk asked.

“No, I think we’re fine.”

“You sure,” Kirk asked.

“Yes, I’m sure,” an exasperated Maddie said.

“Well all right then. You just let me know if you want anymore help then.”

“I’ll do that,” Maddie said.

Almost as soon as she hung up the phone, Maddie was answering it again. “Hello,” she said.

“Hey, Maddie,” said the voice on the other end of the line. “It’s me, Kelly.”

“I know,” Maddie said. “I saw your name on the caller ID.”

“I hate to bother you but I really need an answer.”

“An answer?”

“Yeah. You know. Mr. Dancrood wanted to know if he could cast you as the head cheerleader, remember. I told you there wasn’t a lot of time but he really needs to know.”

“I don’t know, Kelly.”

“I’ll tell him no then.”

“I didn’t say no.”

“But you didn’t say yes either. Sometimes in this business, that’s as good as a no.”

“Why are you pressuring me? I thought you were my friend.”

“I am your friend,” Kelly said. “That’s why I’m pressuring you.”

“Huh?”

“I’m pressuring you because I am your friend. You need this. You need to get out from under Tony’s thumb but if you don’t want to do it, I can’t make you do something you don’t want to do so I’ll tell Mr. Dancrood no.”

“Damn it, Kelly.”

“What?”

Maddie thought about the DVD and about the Black girl that was getting herself fucked. The girl had looked like she was totally in bliss as she was shared back and forth between the two men. She’d looked almost mindless. Okay, she’d looked like she’d been enjoying herself.

“Maddie?”

“What?”

“I just wanted to know if you were still there.”

“I’m still here.”

“I don’t really want to pressure you but I really do need an answer.”

The Black girl certainly had looked as if she was enjoying it. Was it possible that she could ... could she enjoy it, too?

Oh but geez. If she did, Lou Dancrood wouldn’t need to blackmail her anymore. He’d have her on a DVD and not only would he have her on DVD, so would a lot of other people. If she did this, people would see her.

Who would see her? Her friends? Maybe but they’d have to watch porn to do it. Would they be willing to admit that?

“Maddie,” Kelly was saying.

“I’m here.”

“You really need to let me know what you’re going to do.”

She couldn’t believe she was about to say it, but ...

“I’ll do it.”

“Excellent. I’ll let Mr. Dancrood know,” and with that, the line went dead.

It was weird, Maddie thought some time later. Here she was in her bed next to her husband. He was snoring. That was hardly a surprise, but here she was in bed and she was thinking about what she’d agreed to do and it was making her so hot. It shouldn’t make her hot, Maddie chastised herself. She should be ashamed of herself and yet she wasn’t.

The next morning, she fixed her husband breakfast just like she always did. He drank his coffee and he read the newspaper just like he always did. A peck on the cheek and then he was out of the house and on his way to work.

There was still time, Maddie told herself. There was still time to stop this. She wondered idly what would happen if she said she was sick. Would they just find someone else or would they wait for her? Was she even that important that they should wait for her?

She wasn’t going to call in sick. She already knew that. It was just idle curiosity.

She wondered what you wore to a sex scene. They’d probably have someone to do her make-up but were you supposed to get all dolled up or was it kind of a come as you are kind of thing.

Fuck it, she told herself. She wasn’t going to go all grungy but if they were going to do her make-up, then fuck it. She wasn’t going to go out of the house looking bad but she wasn’t going to put any special effort into it. Jeans and a sweatshirt. That was what she was going to wear.

All the way across town, Gabby was walking up to her new place of employment. Chuck had called her the night before and he’d asked her if she could come in.

Of course, the answer was yes, and Gabby never even reflected on the fact that up until a few days prior, she wouldn’t have wanted to even see a porn film much less to be featured in one and now, she thought nothing of it.

Funny thing was when she walked into the one-time night club that now served as a studio, there was almost no activity and that was odd, she thought. Surely, someone would be getting ready for the next scene to be shot.

But still, she thought nothing of it. It was enough after all that Chuck had asked her here so of course here is where she was.

She knocked on the director’s door.

“Who is it,” came a muffled voice from inside.

“It’s Gabby Montenelli.”

The door quickly opened and there was Chuck standing on the other side. “Gabby,” he said. “No reason to stand of formalities. Come on in, won’t you?”

Gabby entered the office and it was only then that she realized there was another man there in the back of the office. He was a middle-aged man in light slacks and a light jacket. He wore glasses and he had a goatee. “Hello,” she said shyly and then she took a seat to face Chuck who’d moved back behind his desk.

“First of all, let me introduce you to Dr. Cameron Stewart. He’s one of our investors.”

Gabby turned to look back at the man. “Hello,” she said again.

“Hello,” the man said. His voice was short and precise and there was a bit of an accent to it although Gabby couldn’t place it exactly. “A pleasure.”

“Can I get you something to drink?” Chuck asked.

Gabby was a bit confused. It was becoming clear that she wasn’t here to shoot a scene. “All right,” she said. “How about a Diet Coke?”

Chuck nodded at the other man who went to the bar. “I’ll bet you’re wondering why I asked you here.”

“I thought I was coming here to shoot a scene,” Gabby said and then she took the glass that was offered to her. “Thanks,” she said.

“Not at all,” the doctor said before he once more returned to the background.

“Yes well, I suppose I can see how it would have seemed that way, Chuck said, “but as you must have guessed, that isn’t exactly the reason for calling you in here.”

“No?” Gabby asked.

“No. I have to say we were quite impressed with your first scene. I mean, it was clear that you were new, but there’s something about you that’s compelling.”

“Yes?”

“Cameron, that drink looks good. Could you get me a Diet Coke as well?”

“Sure thing,” the man said.

“Yes. Where were we. Ah yes. There’s something about you that’s compelling and we were thinking we might want to step it up a bit.”

“Step what up a bit?”

“Ah thanks, Cameron.” The director took his drink from the man and he took a large sip from the drink and for the first time, Gabby took a sip from her drink.

“Well, as I’m sure you can tell, we’re not a big operation here,” Chuck went on. “We’re small and truthfully, that’s the way we like it.”

Gabby nodded.

“But there are some advantages to being a big house. The bigger houses, they can spend more money. You go to the shows and the big houses, they have the big, flashy booths. And the big houses have their contract stars.”

Gabby nodded. This was a side that she didn’t know anything about but it seemed like the right thing to nod her agreement.

“The big houses, they can afford to spend the money. They can even have big, lavish sets. Take away the sex and some of their stuff looks like it could have come right out of Hollywood.”

Again, Gabby nodded.

“But that’s not us. We operate on a lower scale, but like I said, when we see something we like, we want to jump on it. We may not be a big house but we are small and we are nimble and we like you.”

“Thank you.”

“No, Gabby. Thank you. That’s really what we wanted to say. Thank you. Before anyone else starts to see what you can do, we wanted to say thank you.”

“I appreciate that, Chuck.”

“And we hope that even after you’ve become a big star we hope that when it comes time to make a film, you remember that we were the ones who gave you your start.”

Gabby laughed. “I won’t forget,” she said.

Chuck smiled back at her. “I know you won’t,” he said, “but in this industry, you never know. Some of the stars—”

“What?”

“They get big heads. They think they’re everything.”

“That’s not me,” Gabby said and she took another sip from her drink.”

“I know it’s not. Careful there.”

“What?”

“You almost spilled your drink.”

“I did?”

The director nodded. “You did.”

“That was silly of me,” Gabby said.

Chuck was looking at her now. “And while we may not be a big house, we wanted to say thank you in a very personal way.”

“A what?” Gabby asked woodenly.

“A personal way.”

“H-how?”

Chuck didn’t say anything. Instead, it was the other man who stepped forward and then he knelt in front of the girl. “Ms. Montenelli,” he said. “Can you hear me?”

“I ... I can hear you,” Gabby said woodenly.

“That’s good. I want you to hear me. I want you to listen to my voice.”

“L-listen to your voice.”

“That’s right. Listen to my voice.” The man took a penlight from his pocket. “I want you to listen to my voice and I want you to follow the light. Can you do that? Can you follow the light?”

“F-follow the light.”

“Yes. Follow the light.”

Gabby’s whole head moved as she followed the light. “Follow the light,” she murmured.

“Yes. Follow the light. Let yourself get lost in the task. It’s important to follow the light. You don’t want to take your eyes off of the light.”

“D-don’t want to ...”

“And now as you follow the light, you feel yourself getting tired. It’s okay to get tired because this office is a safe place. This office is always a safe place. It always has been and it always will be. It’s okay to let your guard down in here.”

Gabby said nothing but her eyes continued to follow the light.

“And now your eyes are getting heavy. They want to close. It’s okay because you’re in here and nothing bad can happen to you here.

“Heavier,” the man said. “Your eyes are getting heavier. It’s okay to let them close. It’s okay to fall asleep because nothing bad can happen to you when you’re here in this office. It’s okay to let your guard down. It’s okay to relax because nothing bad can happen to you here in this office.

“Let yourself relax. Breathe in ... and breathe out.”

Gabby did as she was told to do.

“Do it again. Breathe in ... and breathe out.”

And again, Gabby did as she was told again

“And again, breathe in, and hold it.”

Gabby breathed in.

“And now as you breathe out, you will find yourself in a peaceful dream. You are in this office. This is your perfect place. This is where you want to be. This is the best place on Earth, and now, let out your breath.”

Again, Gabby did as she was told to do.

The doctor performed a few tests but it was soon clear that the girl was completely under.

“In a moment, you’re going to hear the voice of the owner of this office. This is the owner of your happy place. This is a voice that you need to obey. This is a voice that you want to obey.”

Gabby said nothing.

“You must obey this man in all things but you must go further than that. You must please him because pleasing him pleases you. This is the owner of your happy place. You must please him because the more you please him, the more it pleases you.

“You will always look for new ways to please this man and in time, your need to please him will get even greater. Pleasing him gives you pleasure.”

Gabby said nothing but then the doctor hadn’t expected her to.

“She’s all yours,” the man said. “Use her well.”

Chuck smiled. “Oh I intend to,” he said.

“You know the trigger phrase?”

“Of course, Doctor.”

“All right then,” the doctor said and he turned once more towards the hapless Gabby. “Gobby, the next voice you hear will be very important to you. Remember, you need to please him in all things. His pleasure is your pleasure.”

Gabby quivered with anticipation and she wasn’t even sure why. All she knew was that something important was about to happen.

Chuck slipped the other man some money. “Thanks, man,” he said in a near whisper.

The other man just nodded. He wasn’t going to say anything just in case she might hear him but he clapped Chuck on the shoulder. It was enough to let Chuck know that this was his show now.

Chuck went and stood in front of Gabby. “You can open your eyes now,” he said.

Gabby couldn’t believe it. That voice. It just sounded so hot and when she was looking at Chuck, she couldn’t help thinking how hot he was. His pleasure was her pleasure.

“How are you feeling?” Chuck asked the still entranced girl.

Gabby couldn’t help herself. There was just a shiver that ran up her spine with those words.

“Gabby?”

God. There was that voice again. “What?”

“I asked you how you were but you didn’t say anything.”

“Oh, I, um, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Then perhaps maybe you could tell me why you’re here.”

“You um, you asked me to come.”

“That’s not what I meant and I think you know it. What I want to know is why are you here. You’re not a porn star and you and I both know it so why are you really here?”

“I want to be with you,” Gabby said breathlessly.

Chuck couldn’t help but smile at that. It might not have been the answer he was looking for but it was nice to know what she now wanted. Still ...

“Before that,” he said. “You were working for Lou Dancrood over at Fantastical and then Lou sent you to me. Why’d you come here?”

“Lou sent me.”

Hmm. That wasn’t exactly what he wanted to hear. “I understand that, but why did Lou send you?”

“He said you needed the help.”

“That’s what he said? That I needed the help? Nothing else?”

“Nope. Nothing else.”

Odd, Chuck thought. He’d been sure that there’d be something else. He knew Lou and Lou would play it straight with you if he thought that was in his best interests, but despite everything that he’d told Gabby earlier, the girl just wasn’t a porn star. Oh sure, give her time and she could be but Chuck wasn’t even sure about that. So why was she here?

Because Lou had sent her. But why had Lou sent her. The girl didn’t seem to know. “Were you supposed to report anything back to Lou when you were done here?” Chuck wondered.

“Report anything back?”

“You know. Did he want you to tell him anything?”

“He didn’t say anything about that.”

It just didn’t make any sense, Chuck told himself. The girl just wasn’t cut out for this line of work. Lou must have known that.

Wait a minute. That was right. Lou must have known that so why was she at Lou’s in the first place? “Why were you at Lou Dancrood’s studio?” the man asked more to himself than to the girl.

“Because of Kelly.”

Kelly? Who the hell was Kelly? “Who’s Kelly?” Chuck asked.

“She’s my roommate.”

Chuck shook his head. “Your roommate,” he said. Okay. It still didn’t make any sense. “What do you care if your roommate is working for Lou?”

“Because I love her.”

That almost made sense if Gabby was jealous but that wasn’t the way her voice sounded. It sounded almost as if she were proud of her roommate and that made no sense at all.

“Does she know about this?” the man asked.

“Know about what?”

“Does she know you love her?”

Gabby shook her head. “I don’t think so.”

“But why is your roommate working for Lou?”

“Because she lost her job?”

“Because she lost her job, huh?” It still didn’t make any sense. “So your roommate lost her job and she decided to make a porno.”

“Uh huh?”

“Hmm.” It still didn’t make any sense. “What did your friend do for a living.”

“Oh, she was a stripper.”

Yeah right. Figured. Lou got the ex-stripper to come work for him and Chuck got this girl. “Where’d your friend work?” he asked.

“At a place called the Excelsior Club.”

That got Chuck’s attention. “Where’d you say that was?”

“The Excelsior Club.”

“Do you know who she was working for?”

“Uh huh.”

“Was it a guy named Avery?”

“That’s the guy,” she said.

“That’s good,” Chuck said. “It’s good that you told me about this because your roommate’s in trouble but now that you told me about this, now you can help her.”

“I can help her?”

“Yes, you can help her.”

“I can help her,” Gabby said a little bit more forcefully.

“You’re going to spy on your friend,” Chuck said. “You’re going to spy on your friend and you’re going to tell me everything she does. There is nothing that is too small. You’re going to spy on your friend because it’s for her own good.”

“It’s for her own good,” Gabby repeated.

“You’re going to be my spy.”

“I’m going to be your spy,” Gabby repeated.

“That’s right. You’re going to be my good, little spy. You want that, don’t you? You want to be my spy.”

“I want to be your spy.”

“It’s for your friend’s own good. You want to be my good, little spy.”

“I want to be your good, little spy.”

“That means you want to do what you’re told to do.”

“I want to do what I’m told to do.”

“That’s right, but first you need to prove yourself to me so I want you to stick your tongue out.”

Gabby did as she was told to do.

The man shook his head. “That’s not what I meant,” he said. “Stick your tongue out but leave you mouth open and just let your tongue hang there.”

Again, Gabby did what she was told to do.

This time, she felt something thick and heavy on her tongue and pressed up against her lips. “I think you know what to do with this,” the man said.

Gabby knew what to do with that. Her lips were opening a little wider and then she was wrapping them around the man’s cock.

“That’s it,” Chuck encouraged her. “You know what to do. You love sucking on this cock.”

She did love it. She loved sucking that cock.

“It’s the best cock in the world,” the man said. “You can’t get enough of this cock.”

Mmm yeah. She couldn’t get enough of that cock.

“You want that cock to cum inside you. You want to taste its cum.”

She did want that. She did want to taste its cum.

“You need it.”

Mmm yeah. It wasn’t just a want. It was a need.

“But the more you get, the more you’re going to need.”

Once more, Gabby accepted what she’d been told.

“My cum is going to be like an addiction for you. It’s a wonderful addiction, one you’ll never want to break, and the more cum you get, the more addicted you’ll be, and the more addicted you are, the more you’ll do whatever it takes to get what you want.”

Gabby needed that cock.

“When I tell you to, I want you to wake up.”

Gabby was ready.

“Wake up,” the director told her.

Gabby awoke to find a cock in her mouth. At first, there was a momentary rush of panic. How had she gotten here and why the heck was there a cock in her mouth?

That was followed quickly by the realization that she wanted this cock in her mouth but more than that, she wanted something more.

Mmm, she needed this cock. She needed to make it cum. She needed to taste it.

She needed it bad.

And almost as if that were all it took, that cock started to swell and Gabby’s mouth just kept on sucking that cock. She wanted this cock, she told herself. She needed this cock. She needed to make it cum.”

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.

Gabby didn’t realize what that meant until the very next moment when she felt that cock cum in her mouth.

“Oh fuck,” the man groaned again.

Oh yeah, Gabby thought. This was what she needed. She needed to make this man cum, and there was something else as well.

She was his spy. She was his good, little spy and she knew she’d do whatever he wanted her to do.