Chapter 52: Sinful movie
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Fuck.
"Yeah, sounds good," I replied dryly, knowing she probably heard the growl in my tone. Knowing what I was about to tell her earlier and knowing where I was headed right now didn't sit well with me. I wanted to kiss her so fucking badly but couldn't out of guiltiness. Now I'm headed back to the studios to sink my dick in another woman. "Call me when you and Luis get in."
"Okay," she whispered, "goodnight, Drake,"
"Good night, Lynn," I whispered back.
She hung up before me and I kept the phone up to my ear, hating who I was for the first time in my life.
I shoved my phone into my back pocket and walked back to my Audi, jumping in and staring straight ahead before I started it and took off. I can't keep doing this anymore. I pulled out of the lot and headed toward downtown Miami where the studio was located. This was going to be a long fucking night.
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"How long does it take to get from the hospital to here?" Kristoff scolded me the moment I stepped onto the set.
The crew looked bored, staring down into their phones or talking amongst each other. My co star for the evening was sitting in her dedicated chair, getting poked at by her makeup artist.
"There was a traffic jam," I lied.
"At almost midnight?! Give me a break, Drake! Get ready and let's do this. Some of us would actually like to get home tonight?"
And some of us would like to be home right now, but I didn't say that to him. There was no need to let him know how miserable I was right now. He'd learn soon enough.
I went to my familiar dressing room and took off my clothes, staring at the uniform laid out for me. Laughing, I held up the ridiculous piece and shook my head. Another fucking role playing scene. Don't people like to watch people just fucking anymore? Why do we have to always do some weird role playing scenes.
Kristoff poked his head into my room. "You ready to go."
"What the fuck is this shit, Kris?" I held up the priest uniform and shook my head. "A fucking priest? Are you fucking kidding me right now?"
He stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. "You know how it is right now, Drake. The dirtier and more sinful, the better the views and ratings. You'll playing Father Erection and Beth is playing your possible new assistant. The scene will open up with you jerking off behind your desk when Beth walks in on you. Then when you try to put your dick away, she'll round the desk and drop to her knees, sucking you off. You need to play it off that you know you shouldn't be doing this but fuck it, you're all in. Then I want you to fuck her on your desk, keeping that priest collar on."
"Fuck, Kris! I may not be a faithful man but this is fucked up for even me. No wonder why Lenny never showed up!"
Kristoff looked irritated, furrowing his brow. "You've never turned down a shoot. Ever. This is no worse than the step father scene you did last month."
"This is worse."
"Put on the fucking uniform, go out there and fuck Beth's brain out, Drake, or I swear you'll regret it..
His threats meant nothing to me. There wasn't a thing he could do to me that I couldn't do to him. If I chose not to go out there tonight, he would be the one answering to the exec's, not me.
I threw the uniform down and grabbed my clothes, putting them back on.
"Find another guy, Kris. I'm out."
Panic consumed his face. "Wait, wait, wait." Okay, we'll change the script, Beth can be a nun and you can be her altar boy."
"How is that any better?! I'm done with this role playing shit, Kris! Count me out." I tugged my jeans on and slipped my feet into my shoes.
"The exec's want this, Drake. If you do this, there is big money in it."
That caught my attention. I hated to admit it, but I it did. I had been saving for a long time, hoping that enough money could set me free from the industry. I didn't want to leave porn, but I didn't want to fuck anymore.
When I had enough money, I would open up my own studio and run it the way I wanted to.
"How much?"
Kris grinned, knowing he had me. "Half a million."
I whistled, shaking my head. No movie had ever paid this much. I could do a lot with that half a million dollars and going against my better judgement, I began to strip back out of my clothes. Fuck me.
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LYNN'S POV
"You really had me scared, Luis. How did you hit that tree? Were you not paying attention?"
Luis scoffed, shaking his head. "Of course, I was paying attention. For most of the time."
"Luis!" I scolded. "You were on your phone again, weren't you?"
He looked away as if he had just been caught red handed. "I may or may not have been on my phone. It's hard to remember." He touched his head, playing on his concussion.
"Oh, don't lie to me. What was so important on your phone that you had to look at it while driving?"
A wicked grin lifted his lips before he wagged his brows at me. "I met this guy the other night and we've been texting back and forth."
I was excited that he was talking to someone, but I was still angry that he put his life at risk for a stupid text message. "And the message couldn't wait?"
He scoffed again. "Would you wait if Drake sent you a dick pic?"
