The Truths We Live
Marc Nobbs
MARC NOBBS
Northampton, UK
3rd Kindle Edition published 2021 by Parkland Independent Books
Text, Copyright 2021 Marc Nobbs
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The Truths We Live is a direct sequel to The Lies We Lead, taking place six months after the end of that book. Although I don’t believe it will harm your enjoyment of this book too much if you haven’t read the first, I would suggest it might be a good idea to seek out The Lies We Lead to get the most out of it.
Also, just like a number of my other novels, The Truths We Live takes place in Westmouth, Westmouthshire—a fictional town and county on the South-East Coast of England. It makes use of some of the locations established in the earlier Westmouthshire Novels and also references characters and events from them.
If you’ve read any or all of Kissed by a Rose, Eternally & Evermore, A Good Man, A Tortured Soul, The Big Four Ohhh! and Charlotte’s Secret then keep your eyes open and allow yourself a wry smile when you spot a reference.
Oh, and one more thing. This book uses uncompromising adult language to depict uncompromising adult activities. If that is likely to offend you, sorry, but you bought the wrong book.
April 2014
I stood at the side of my marital bed—naked save for the gold band on the third finger of my left hand—and gripped our petite young redheaded lodger’s hips hard enough to leave finger marks as I thrust my cock in and out of her saturated pussy from behind. She was on her hands and knees on the bed and underneath her, lying on her back with her head between Amber’s legs, was my wife, Emma. She alternated licking the younger woman’s clit, my balls and my cock as I leisurely pumped it in and out of Amber’s tight, youthful vagina. Amber’s head was between Emma’s legs too and she was doing her level best to feast on my wife’s pussy—but I don’t think she was making a terribly good job of it.
I suppose she was somewhat distracted.
Our other lodger, the beautiful, raven-haired porn star Melanie Moore, stood at my side, equally naked as the rest of us, rubbing one hand up and down my spine and pressing her tits against me. She was quite clearly itching to get in on the action somehow. The hand not rubbing my back was furiously rubbing her own saturated pussy. I turned my head to kiss her and she returned it with intense passion.
I’d lost count of the number of times I’d been in situations like this over the last half a year. And although the fifth member of our household was missing from this particular tryst, Dom had certainly been involved in her fair share of them. I’d fucked each of my girls one-on-one countless times. I’d fucked them in pairs an awful lot too. And these foursomes were not exactly a rare event.
Some days I might be with Emma and Mel, sometimes it was Dom and Amber, or Dom and Mel. Or maybe I’d have some fun with Dom, Mel and Amber together.
In fact, the only combinations I hadn’t been involved in were ones that featured mother and daughter. Understandably, both Emma and Dom felt decidedly uneasy about it. Emma had flat out told me so and although Dom hadn’t, she didn’t need to—it was obvious to everyone.
Still, you can’t blame a man for having fantasies.
Funny thing, fantasies. This time last year, the very situation I was in now could only have existed in my fantasies, yet here I was, living a dream that most red-blooded heterosexual men would kill for.
And the dream was only just getting started.
It had been over six months since that fateful day when I’d come home to what looked like a deserted house and made a decision that changed everything. I sat down to watch a porn movie that a friend at work had given me. Only the video had turned out to feature my step-daughter getting fucked by three well-hung men.
And she’d caught me watching it.
To try and prevent me from telling her mother about her career choice, Dom had bribed me with her body. And then she blackmailed me with it. She’d introduced me to her best friend—and her mentor in the world of porn—and naturally, I’d given Mel a damn good seeing to as well, showing her that while I may not be a porn star myself, I had a lifetime of experience that suggested I could be.
Then I was introduced to Amber moments before fucking her on camera as an “audition”, rescued her from an abusive boyfriend and gave her a home until she got back on her feet.
And in the biggest shock of a week of shocks, I found out that not only was my wife a retired porn star herself but that she knew all about Dom’s involvement in the business and, now that I knew too, she wanted to make a comeback of her own.
She’d gone back to her teaching job after the half-term break that October and had spoken to her Headteacher to resign. Tonight’s—well, orgy, I suppose is the best way to describe it—was to celebrate her last day as a teacher. She had hoped that she’d have been able to only work a month’s notice, but the Head had pleaded with her to stay on until Easter because of the lack of quality replacements.
And now, just as spring was on its way, Emma Jones—a.k.a. Kitty Rodgers—was ready to make her comeback. Which meant I was also free to make my porn movie debut since she’d insisted that my debut had to be with her.
I broke off from kissing Mel and she bent forward slightly so that she could tease my nipple with her tongue. I glanced over to where Dom was leaning against the doorframe, naked as the rest of us, squeezing her sizable breast with one hand and lazily rubbing her clit with the other.
I motioned for her to join us with a nod of my head, but she bit her bottom lip and shook her head. I nodded towards the bed again, beckoning her to come to us, but she bit harder on her lip and shook her head once more.
At first, she’d not wanted to be anywhere near us when Emma was in on the action. But the last month or so she’d started watching from a ‘safe’ distance. I suppose that she reasoned that she needed to prepare herself for seeing her mother getting fucked on set. But Mel agreed with me that from a professional point of view if Dom and Emma could overcome their discomfort, it could be a goldmine.
When word got out that Kitty Rodgers and Dominique D’Ville were real-life mother and daughter, there’d be calls for them to make a movie together. And any movie they did make together was bound to be a huge hit. They didn’t need to have sex with each other—they could just take turns with the same guy (I’d already mentally applied for the job) and that would be enough to drive the fans into a frenzy.
But that was for the future. For now, both Dom and Emma kept to a safe distance when the other was performing.
I faced forward again, deciding to concentrate on drilling my cock into Amber’s ridiculously tight cunt. Of course, how tight it felt around my cock wasn’t helped by how thick my cock was.
I am of, shall we say, above-average girth.
I sped up my thrusts just a little and it seemed that was enough for the redhead. Although I suspect it had a whole lot to do with Emma’s—or should that be Kitty’s—tongue too.
Amber pushed back against me hard, lodging my dick as deep inside her as it would go, threw her head back and tensed up. I grabbed a handful of her fiery red locks and pulled her head back even further—which I’d learned from experience only intensified her orgasms. Amber liked it rough. And she liked to be dominated. By me.
I thrust into her once, twice, three more times, each one forceful and deliberate and she cried out each time I slammed back into her. I felt Emma’s tongue on my balls again and held still while she briefly sucked one of them into her mouth.
When she released it, I wrapped my hand up in Amber’s hair and pulled her head back even further, gripped her hip tightly with the other hand and started to jack-hammer her as hard and fast as I could. My only goal now was my climax. To fill her pussy full of my cum so that my wife could suck it out of her—a peculiar kink of hers.
And of her daughter’s as it happened.
Must be hereditary.
Amber panted and moaned and muttered expletives under her breath as I rammed my cock repeatedly in and out of her slick, wet pussy.
“Yeah, Dick,” Mel said, her voice dripping with undisguised lust as she used my chosen pornography pseudonym. “Fuck her. Fuck her hard just how she likes it. Fuck her with that fat dick, Dick.”
I felt Emma’s tongue flash across my balls again and that was all I needed. I rammed into Amber as far as I could one last time, pulling her head even further back with her hair so that I lifted her torso until she was practically upright. I put my head next to hers and grunted into her ear. Her arms came up to wrap around me and hold the back of my head as I fired a healthy dose of cum right up against her cervix.
Thank God all my girls were on The Pill because I’d filled all four of them up with so much cum of late that they would almost certainly all be up the duff by now if they weren’t.
My hips lurched forward as I fired each shot into her depths. One. Two. Three of them. The pleasure erupting from my cock and encompassing every fibre of my being—body, mind and soul.
I was forty-six years old. I’d worked in The City of London and enjoyed all the excesses of life on the trade floors—drugs, booze and women aplenty. But this, right here, right now, with these four beautiful women all to myself… This was The Life.
I’d never had it so good.
The only question was… How long could it last?
Lost in my own world as I came down from my orgasm, I wasn’t completely sure what happened in the next few moments. I was dimly aware of releasing my hold on Amber’s hair, and of her falling forwards. There followed a complicated scramble of limbs and then Amber was on her back, her head and shoulders propped up on the pillows and Emma had positioned herself between Amber’s spread legs ready to feast on the mixture of her juices and my cum.
But before she dipped her head down and began, a voice from the doorway said, “Can I?”
Emma and I both looked in Dom’s direction.
“Can I have the creampie? Please?” Dom said. “It’s just… You nearly always get them and…” She looked down at the floor, clearly embarrassed.
Emma and I looked at each other, then Emma looked across at her daughter and said, “Sure, Sweetheart. Of course, you can. I’m not greedy.”
Dom didn’t move. Then Emma sat up, swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, positioning herself next to me on the opposite side to Mel.
Dom stepped forward slowly and Mel climbed onto the bed and said, “Come on, Dom. We’ll share, okay?”
“And I’ll go make us all a drink,” said Emma. Dom looked relieved and scrambled onto the bed as Emma walked towards the door.
“Come on, Honey,” Emma said to me. “Let’s leave the girls to it. I need to talk to you about something anyway.”
“Oh?” I said, disappointed that I wouldn’t get to watch Mel and Dom snowballing my cum between them as they kissed after they had sucked it out of Amber.
Okay, that’s a lie. I was disappointed I wasn’t going to switch between fucking the pair of them while they lapped at Amber’s cunt.
Both of us still without a stitch on, I followed my wife down the stairs and into the kitchen, where she filled the kettle and flicked the switch.
“Did you really want to talk to me?” I asked as she bent over to get some mugs out of the cupboard. It was all I could do not to take her right there. She was in her mid-forties, but my wife had the body of someone ten or fifteen years younger, even if she wasn’t as tight and athletic as the girls currently writhing around on our bed upstairs. Instead, she had a real woman’s soft curves in all the places that a real woman should have curves.
She’d started a strict fitness regime at the gym (and in the bedroom) over the last few months, meeting our girls after work and ridding herself of what she saw as those “few extra pounds”. Personally, I didn’t mind the few extra pounds but, apparently, this was a very bad thing when you were planning to get fucked on film.
Or on doing the fucking. Which is why I’d been forced into a similar regime.
“Yes, I wanted to talk to you,” she said, still making the tea. “We need to discuss this weekend and Monday.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Monday?”
She turned to look at me. “Our debut.”
My eyes widened. “Monday?”
She nodded. “Do you really want to wait any longer? Jim’s already got a list of new girls lined up for you. That hot MILF who’s really popular at the moment… What was her name? Kristi something-or-other? She’s apparently banging his door down demanding to work with you. I think Daisy showed her your audition with Amber. So the sooner we get started, the sooner you get to fuck them all.”
“I see your point.”
“I knew you would.”
“So what’s that got to do with the rest of this weekend?”
“Well, obviously, it means no more sex for you after tonight. I need you to save up a big load for my facial at the end of the movie.” She grinned. “Anyway, I’ve been speaking to Jim this week—skipped the gym a couple of times to go over to the studio.”
“Okay. And?”
“And we discussed my comeback, amongst other things. We did talk about me working with someone else first rather than you. I know I always said I wanted to do it with you, but we both liked the idea of doing the older woman seduces younger man story.”
“Okay…” I wasn’t sure I liked that idea. This was the one thing about our… er… new venture… that I wasn’t sure about. I had no problem watching Dom or Mel getting fucked, or watching Amber with another woman—in fact, I’d been on set for this more than a few times in recent months—but the idea of watching my wife having sex with another man… It felt… wrong.
I’d seen more than a few of her videos from back in the day, and I loved them all. But that was a younger version of Emma. They were from before we met. Before we said our marriage vows.
I guess I just needed more time to get used to the idea, that’s all.
“But we decided against it,” she said casually with a dismissive wave of her hand. “There’s plenty of time to do the cougar-thing in the future.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. What we thought we’d do, since it’s not just a comeback for me, but a debut for you, is play it straight.”
“What do you mean?”
“Straight. You know… What do they call it these days? Gonzo? Jim hates that style, but it might work well for this. Someone behind the camera interviews with us. Probably Daisy but we talked about getting Mel to do it—or even for Mel to do it on camera rather than from behind—a television documentary sort of thing. They explain who I am, cut in some shots of my old scenes, ask why I’m coming back, that sort of thing. Then they introduce you, make it clear we are real-life husband and wife and then… We just get on with it. Play it straight. Almost like a real documentary, you know?”
“So if Mel were to do the interview on camera…”
“No, you wouldn’t get to fuck her too,” she said with a smile. “Not this time.”
“Bugger.”
“Oh, we can do that if you want. But it might be best to save it for another video later, don’t you think?” Damn, she had a wicked smile sometimes.
She picked up two of the mugs of hot tea, brought one over to me and placed the other on the kitchen table. Then hopped up to sit on the table as well. There was a glint in her eye. And glint I knew well.
“You know,” she said as she reached out a hand to take hold of my cock—which, in case you hadn’t guessed, was rather erect. “While I don’t begrudge letting Dom have your creampie, I was kind of looking forward to…”
“Were you now?”
“Oh, yeah.” Her voice was raspy. Breathless. It always got like that when she was turned on. “And I think… Since the girls are going to be busy for a while…” She pulled me towards her by my cock and I willingly stepped forwards.
The table was just the right height. With her sitting on the edge, it perfectly lined up her pussy and my cock. She rubbed the head in her folds a couple of times, coating it her lubrication even though it was already covered in Amber’s.
I set my mug down on the table next to hers, then put my hand on her hip and pushed my hips forward, slowly forcing my cock inside her. Emma had been holding her breath, but now as I eased into her, she let it out along with a low moan. When I was all the way in, I held still, just savouring the sensations of being fully embedded in the most perfect cunt I’d ever experienced. A cunt that was so familiar to me and yet still excited me more than anyone else’s. More than Dom’s, or Mel’s or even Amber’s, which was so, so incredibly tight around my thick cock. I’d fucked all three of them regularly since this whole thing started, but if tomorrow it all ended and I never got to be inside any of them ever again, I wouldn’t be all that upset. Sure, I’d miss them, and I’d look back at the memories of my time with them with a smile. But if I ever lost Emma… If I suddenly never again had the opportunity to be inside my wife… Well, I may as well be dead.
We made love, right there on the kitchen table, with our tea going cold. We didn’t fuck—not like I fucked Amber earlier and not like I fucked Dom or Mel or even Emma when the mood took us. No, this was most definitely making love. The physical expression of our feelings for each other. It was slow and sensual and passionate. And when I emptied what little cum I had left in my body inside my wife’s snug pussy, it didn’t matter that she hadn’t cum herself.
I put my forehead against hers and we stared into each other’s eyes as we both sucked in great lungful’s of air.
“That was beautiful,” said Mel from the doorway. We turned our heads to look at her. “Sorry. I couldn’t help it. Amber and Dom have gone to bed together—you know how they are—and I just came down to get a drink but saw the two of you and… If you two can do that on Monday, it’s going to be an amazing video.” She smiled. “I envy you, Emma, you know that? I envy that you’ve found your soulmate. And that he’s not only going to support you doing something you love, but he’s going to do it with you.” Her smile saddened. “I just hope one day I find someone like Bobby for myself.” She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “I’ll see you both in the morning. Try and get a good night’s sleep. You’ll need to be rested for Monday. Night, night.” She turned and left us alone.
I looked into Emma’s eyes again and muttered, “I love you.”
“Love you too.” Then she kissed me and I knew she was telling the truth.
I’m not ashamed to admit that ever since first Dom and then Mel, started waking me up in the most intimate way possible back when I originally found out about Dom’s career, I’d kind of gotten used to it. Emma had sorted out our sleeping arrangements early on in our new five-way relationship. There were four girls and seven nights a week. As my wife, Emma got preferential treatment, but Amber, Dom and Mel each got me to themselves one night a week—unless they decided to share.
Which they quite often did.
Emma also reserved the right to crash any of the other girl’s nights any time she felt like it. Although in practice she never did.
Okay, she rarely did.
The other four nights a week were Emma’s—unless she decided to share, which also wasn’t at all unusual.
Basically, I never had to sleep alone and more often than not slept as the meat in a porn star sandwich.
The way it broke down was that Amber got Monday nights, Dom got Wednesdays and Mel’s night was Friday. Emma got Tuesday, Thursday and the weekend. She usually, but not always, kept me to herself on weeknights and shared me on weekends.
It was an arrangement I was pretty happy with. Especially since it seemed like all four had decided to be my special, personal alarm call and it felt as if they were trying to outdo each other in a competition to scramble my brains each morning.
So, I woke up on the first day of my new career with my cock lodged in the back of Mel’s throat and her finger worming its way into my rectum. I was slightly shocked because it was Monday morning and I’d fallen asleep with Emma the night before while Mel had been in her own bed.
Well, I say her own bed, but we only had three bedrooms in the house—Mine and Emma’s, Dom’s and the spare, which I suppose was unofficially Amber’s. But Dom had a double bed and she almost always shared it with Amber if one of them wasn’t with me, which usually left Mel in the spare.
Mel was still paying the mortgage on a smart apartment in a modern block in the centre of town, but she hardly ever slept there. I’d suggested on several occasions that she just move her belongings into our place, but she’d refused every time.
I think she liked the security of having a bolt-hole should she ever need it.
You know what? Now that I explain our living and sleeping arrangements like this, it once again reminds me just how crazy my life had become.
“Where’s Emma?” I said between groans as Mel sucked on my dick like a Dyson on full power.
She pulled off my cock with an audible pop as only a porn star could. Then huffed. “I don’t know, I wake him up by sucking his cock and all he can do is ask where his wife is.”
There was a naughty twinkle in her eyes and sexy smile on her lips. She enjoyed teasing me almost as much as I enjoyed teasing her—it seemed to be the basis of our relationship. Well, teasing each other and fucking each other’s brains out, that is.
“Just wanted to make sure she didn’t come in and disturb us before we finished.”
“Before you finished, you mean. But don’t worry about that, I’m under strict orders not to let you come. Emma wants you to save up all you’ve got for later today.” She sat up, holding my cock upright as she did, then knee-walked forward until her cunt was hovering over it. She rubbed the head through her slick folds a couple of times, then pushed down slowly until our pubic bones met. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly and deliberately as she relished the feeling of my thick dick filling her up.
“You said you were under orders.”
“To not let you come,” she said, breathily. “She didn’t say anything about me. So just lie back and let me…” She rocked her hips, moving my cock inside her and rubbing her clit against me. “Just don’t come. Okay?”
I smiled. This could be fun. As part of my training I’d been doing pelvic floor exercises—or Kegels—which were supposed to help men with poor bladder control but had the added benefit of helping a man gain some measure of control over his orgasm, prolonging it and making the resultant ejaculation more powerful—ideal for an aspiring porn star in fact.
So not coming while still making sure that Mel got her rocks off was just the challenge I needed, especially since I hadn’t come since Friday night. I lifted my hands to cup my beautiful brunette lover’s breasts—breasts which were always hyper-sensitive while she was stuffed full of a fat cock—full of my fat cock. I stroked them, squeezed them, tweaked and pulled her nipples. Meantime she moved a hand down to rub her clit. Her breathing became laboured. Heavy. It wouldn’t be long now.
“So… You never said where Emma was.”
A sly smiled passed her lips. She knew my game. “She… she got up early to… to go for a run.” I’d already guessed as much. Morning runs had become part of her routine three times a week. “So… she said… I should… let you rest… then… get you up… before she… got back.”
“You certainly did that,” I said with mirth in my voice.
“Shut up,” she said. “I’m nearly… I’m nearly… Oh, my god! Oh, my god! Oh, my…” She tumbled forward, squashing her tits against my chest and mashing her lips against mine as her pussy quivered around my cock and her whole body shuddered through a massive orgasm.
God, she was beautiful.
“Damn, that was good! Just what I needed,” she said as she lifted her hips to disengage our coupling. “Okay, go have a shower and I’ll get breakfast ready.”
I grinned. “I’ll tell Emma you kept your word. I’m sure she’ll be pleased.”
“I just hope the pop shot is worth it.”
Mel was waiting at the kitchen table for me with a bowl of cereal and a glass of orange juice. A different one of my girls made me breakfast each day—what I can say, I’m a lucky bastard—but Mel sometimes took this easy option. She insisted it was good for me.
“Where are Dom and Amber?” I asked as I sat down.
“One guess.”
“Still in bed, a tangle of limbs so that the only way to tell whose is whose is by length.”
“Last time I checked.” Mel grinned. “And both out like a light.”
I shook my head and chuckled. When Amber had first moved in—after I’d rescued her from her abusive boyfriend—I was scared that she’d fixate on me, essentially going from one unhealthily relationship to another—albeit unhealthy for a different reason. But I needn’t have worried. Within weeks it was obvious to everyone around them that the attraction between Amber and Dom was very much mutual. The only time they didn’t sleep in the same bed was when one of them was with me, and even then I usually had both of them in my bed. And when they were awake you rarely saw one without the other within spitting distance. Amber had been on set for every movie Dom had made in the past few months and the only movies Amber had made had been girl-on-girl with Dom.
I was happy for them. They’d found a relationship that they were both comfortable with. Were they in love? I don’t know. But they were happy and that was something they both deserved after all they’d been through individually over the years.
“You nervous about today?” Mel asked.
I shrugged. “Not really. It won’t be that much different from that time I did it with Amber, will it? And I’ve been around the set enough times watching you or Dom perform for it not to feel weird. Well, not as weird as that first time, anyway.”
“Emma is.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “She’s been trying to hide it, and doing a good job of it, but I can tell.”
“But, I thought… I mean, she must have done this thousands of times before.”
With a smirk, Mel said, “I don’t know about thousands, hundreds maybe, but yes, she’s done it a lot. But the last time was twenty years ago don’t forget.”
“Things can’t have changed that much though, can they?”
“I wouldn’t know; I was a toddler twenty years ago. But you must be right, the fundamentals should still be the same. I mean, ultimately, you’re just fucking under hot lights while people stand around and watch. But I don’t think that’s what she’s nervous about. I’m pretty sure she’ll take to being on set like she’s never been away from it. I mean, you’ve seen the way she is around me and Amber when we’re with you and she doesn’t have any trouble fucking you when we’re around. It’s just…”
“Just what?”
“I think she’s wondering if she can compete, you know?”
“Compete?”
“With the younger girls. The likes of Dom and Amber.”
“And you.”
Mel shrugged. “Maybe. But I know she’s been studying some of the current starlets and comparing herself with them and… That’s why she’s been hitting the gym so hard, you know? I keep telling her not to worry, that she’s comparing herself to the wrong people. There are plenty of MILFs in the business right now. It’s a huge part of the market. That’s who she needs to compare herself with and, trust me on this Bobby, she compares well. I don’t know if you know, but she’s been to the studio a few times this past couple of weeks to do some photoshoots—you know, she gets glammed up then strips off, pulls all the classic poses like the thumbs hooked under the bra straps and stuff, until finally she opens her legs and shows off her pussy for the camera—and she’s great in them.”
“You’ve seen the photo-sets?”
She nodded. “Daisy even let me take charge of the camera for one set. The first one I’ve ever done. It was a lot of fun. But Emma—I mean, Kitty—looks amazing. She’d easily pass for ten, fifteen, damn it, even twenty years younger in some shots. She really has got nothing to worry about at all. I think she thinks this whole comeback will be a flop and no-one will be interested, but I just know it’s going to be huge.”
“You sound confident.”
“I am. Look, Bobby, on Saturday morning, Jim announced on the studio’s blog that the legendary Kitty Rodgers was making a comeback and the number of hits over the weekend as word got out went through. The. Roof. The post had some classic photos and a couple of teasers from the new sets as a comparison and you should have seen some of the comments. She hasn’t changed a bit. She’s aged really well. She looks better than ever!
“Then we started to drip feed more teasers of the new photo sets on Twitter and they got tons of likes and retweets. We launching her official Twitter account this afternoon after the shoot—yours too by the way—and I fully expect she’ll have more followers than I do by the end of the week! She was a massive star in this business back in her day. And she will be again.”
“I think you’re being too optimistic.” Mel and I looked towards the French doors to the garden from the kitchen that Emma had just walked through. Even though she was returning from her run, she looked amazing. She had a healthy glow about her. But more than that, she looked relaxed and happy.
God, she was beautiful.
“I’m going for a shower then heading straight over to Jim’s. I’ll meet you all there. Don’t be late. That includes the other two. I want you all there for this. Oh, and Bobby, you’re going to need a bigger breakfast than that. Drink plenty of fluids.”
We arrived at the nondescript warehouse on the business park on the edge of town just after ten. The plan was to get filming in the can before lunch and then me, Emma and my girls, Jim and Daisy were all going for a celebration lunch before the ‘real work’ began. My understanding was that the plan was to heavily promote this as Emma’s—I mean Kitty’s—comeback video for a month before finally releasing it to the, hopefully eagerly waiting, public.
A lot was riding on this shoot for everyone involved. For me, it was the start of a new career, although to be honest, that was probably the least important thing about it. Even if today went badly, I’d already got at least three more bookings to get better and, apparently, a long line of starlets waiting to work with me after that.
More importantly, this was our new company’s first production. We’d formed KD Productions (short for Kitty & Dick) shortly after things came to a head last autumn. The four women in my life and I were all shareholders in the company, although only Emma, Mel and I were listed as Company Directors. So far, the company’s only income had been the fees that Dom, Mel and Amber would ordinarily have been paid for the movies they’d starred in over the last six months—there were distinct tax benefits to filtering their income through a Limited Company. Both my and Emma’s fees for today were also being paid to our new company rather than to us.
But KDP was part-financing today’s shoot and this was the company’s first big expense. Yes, yes, I know. That means we were paying ourselves to some extent, but it was all legitimate and above board—I’d made sure of that. As co-producers, KDP would be getting a share of the income generated by the film. This was where our real profits—or losses—would be made, from co-producing the movies that the five of us starred in. So if today’s movie turned out to be a flop that made no money, our business venture could be in trouble before it even got going.
Jim Lad Productions were arguably taking an even bigger risk. They had always fully financed their productions by themselves and owned the right to do with them whatever they wanted—which had always meant simply adding the new films to their subscription websites. But under the new agreement with KDP, all co-productions would first have ninety days of exclusivity on KDP’s new website, where people could either rent it for a small fee or purchase it for a larger (but still fairly small) fee. Rentals could only be streamed from the website for whatever period had been purchased, whereas purchases could be streamed forever and downloaded to the buyer’s computer. Then after those first ninety days, JLP would be able to make the film available to their subscribers—while it remained on sale on our website.
It was risky and none of us knew if it would work or not. The model worked for regular movies—both Hollywood blockbusters and small independent movies—but as far as we could tell, it had never been tried in the adult entertainment sector. Would subscribers be pissed that they either had to fork out extra money for new content or wait until it would eventually be added to their subscription? Or would non-subscribers be pissed that a film they had paid for ended up being available to subscribers at no extra cost?
We knew people were prepared to pay a premium to see a Hollywood movie before it was available on subscription services, but would they pay a premium to see new porn?
Mel was convinced our model would work—that adult movies weren’t all that different from Hollywood movies. And I was convinced that she knew the market better than any of the rest of us given she was such a ‘student’ of the business. But the truth was that only time would tell.
You might ask why JLP would take such a chance. Quite simply, we hadn’t given them a choice. Emma and I had signed an ‘exclusive’ contract with KDP, which meant that any film we made with any other company had to be a co-production under the same terms as we offered JLP. Dom was already under exclusive contract with JLP which meant we couldn’t co-produce her films yet but as soon as that contract was up—it had about eighteen months left to run—she’d be signing the KDP contract too. Mel and Amber had also signed exclusive KDP contracts which came into force immediately after Emma and I had finished shooting this first film.
But the person who had the most riding on this was Emma. Her return to the business as Kitty Rodgers full-time was ‘make or break’ based on how this comeback was received by the fans. If they liked it and wanted to see more of Kitty, Emma could make a go of it. But if the fans proved to be not all that interested… Well, she may as well forget it and, as she put it, leave it to the younger girls.
So, it was no wonder she was nervous. I could sense it as soon as I saw her in the make-up chair. She’d arrived before us and was being pampered when I walked into her dressing room with Mel. She wore a thick white towelling robe and her hair was in curlers while two women worked her over—one doing her face while the other painted her fingernails bright red. I noticed her toenails were already the same stunning shade of scarlet.
She saw me in the mirror and smiled. “How do I look?”
“Sexy as hell.”
“Liar. But just you wait until these girls have finished. Have you taken your pills? I don’t want you having a heart attack, old man.” She grinned and winked at Mel, who she’d stolen the cheap jibe from.
“I’m not lying,” I said. “I’d drag you out on set like this, curlers and all, and we’d still end up with a film that would get a rise out of a dead man.”
She smiled and shook her head. But her eyes told me she appreciated the sentiment.
“How long before we get started?” I asked.
“Twenty minutes. Half an hour at most,” said a voice from behind us. “So you better get a move on and get ready. They’re waiting for you next door.”
I turned to greet Daisy—co-owner of JLP and director of today’s shoot. “Anything you say, boss.” I winked at her as I walked past and she rolled her eyes.
Forty minutes later I was out on set, chatting with Jim about nothing of any particular importance when Daisy came out of the ladies’ dressing room. I looked at my watch and said with a smirk, “You’re late.”
She stuck her tongue out at me.
“Put that away unless you plan to use it.”
“All in good time, Dick. Let’s see how Kitty’s comeback goes before I think about stepping out of retirement.”
I put my hands together as if in prayer and whispered under my breath, “Please let Kitty’s comeback go well. Please let Kitty’s comeback go well.”
Daisy walked up and slugged me in the arm. “Behave,” she said before she strode away to talk to the two cameramen.
Mel was next to appear just a few minutes later. She had a palm-sized camcorder in her right hand, with the viewing screen flipped out.
“What are you up to?” I asked.
“A Behind the Scenes documentary for the website. I’m practising for when I make my directorial debut next week.” Mel had been keen to direct a scene for some time, so I’d agreed to let her try her hand at it on one of my shoots.
Looking straight at the camera, I raised my eyebrow and said, “Not thinking of retiring and stepping behind the camera full-time, are we?”
“No. Not yet. I just like the idea of bossing you about, Old Man.”
“You do that all the time anyway,” I replied with a smirk.
Jim barked out a belly laugh then I reached out and said, “Give me that.” I took the camera from her and made a big show of panning it up and down her body. She was, as usual, stunning. Her long dark hair tumbled in cascading waves around her shoulders and her striking makeup made her eyes look even bigger than they actually were, highlighted her cheekbones and drew attention to her full, sensuous lips.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” I said. “Miss Melanie Moore. You’d have to agree, she looks good enough to eat.”
“I’ll hold you to that,” she replied. “But it’ll have to wait. You have a scene to shoot.” She grinned.
Her Little Black Dress had spaghetti straps and a deep-cut v-neck that revealed not just her cleavage, but also the dark red and black bra that created it. It was also long enough to not look too slutty, but short enough to show off her truly magnificent legs.
“Trust me guys,” I said, lingering the camera on those legs, “there are few places I’d rather be than with those legs draped over my shoulders or wrapped around my waist.”
“Has your wife heard you say that?” Mel asked with a smirk.
I shrugged. “She’d probably agree, to be honest. Why don’t you ask her?”
“No need,” she said. “I know you’re right, as much as I hate to admit it. She would agree. Now, give me that camera back or I’ll edit you out of the finished product.”
I handed the camera back to her and she pointed it at me. “Guys, this is Dick Rodgers, Kitty’s real-life husband and Dom’s step-father. All one big, happy family.”
“Extended family,” I said. “You know full well you and Amber are just as much a part of the family.”
She ignored me and said, “This is your first scene, right Dick? Feeling nervous? Are you sure you’ll be able to get it up for your lovely wife?”
“I’ll be able to get it up for her anytime, anywhere and in front of anyone—as you well know, Mel. And doesn’t the audition I did with Amber count as my first scene?”
“No,” she replied. “It was an audition.” She turned the camera around and pointed it at herself. “Guys, Dick’s audition with Amber Swallows is abso-fucking-lutly a-fucking-mazing. I’m trying to talk Jim Lad here into letting us put it on the website.” She turned the camera around again to point it at Jim. “What do you say, Jim Lad? Can we put Dick’s audition on the website?”
When I’d first met Jim, he’d come across as one of the campest men I’d ever met—until we were alone in his office that is and he quickly demonstrated that he was as straight as they come and the camp façade was nothing more than an act to make the women who shot for him feel comfortable with him around. The last thing he wanted was for them to think he was some sort of pervert who got a kick out of watching them fuck.
Even if he did get a kick out of watching them fuck.
But over the last six months, he’d dropped the act in front of more and more of the actresses he worked with. Mel already knew it was an act but she’d kept his secret well. However, when Dom found out, the secret didn’t last long at all. By now, the act was all but gone.
“Mel, since you asked so nicely,” he said with a grin. “I’ll definitely consider it.”
“Consider it?” Mel said. She pointed the camera at me again. “That’s not good enough, is it Dick? Come on, do your fans a favour and persuade the man.”
“Fans?” I said. “I don’t have any fans.”
“Yet!” said Mel. “You don’t have any fans yet. But you will. So do your future—”
I rolled my eyes before cutting her off. “Jim, just let her do whatever it is she wants with the video for both our sakes. You know she won’t shut up about it until you do.”
He smirked as the camera panned back to him. “You’ve got a point there, Dick. Okay, you can use it on Dick’s new website. What’s the address again?”
Without hesitating, Mel said, “www dot dickrodgers dot co dot uk.”
I shook my head as Mel turned the camera on herself and repeated the address. Then she pressed pause and folded the view screen closed. “Damn this is fun. Wait until you see the footage we got in the dressing room with Kitty. You’re going to love it.”
“That was planned, wasn’t it?” I asked. “The whole video on the website thing?”
Mel and Jim both nodded. “Cheap and easy way to plug your new website,” Jim said. “We’ll flash the address up on the screen as Mel says it and put a link to it from the page this documentary goes on.”
Mel opened up the screen on her camera again and pointed it just off to my right. I turned to see Daisy coming towards us.
“All set?” I said.
“Nearly. I just want to quickly run through the opening set-up. I’m planning on just letting you and Kitty get on with it once that’s over with. I’m sure you both know each other well enough to give us something special without much input from me. Mel, how’s the behind the scenes stuff coming along?”
“Great. Thanks for letting me do it.”
“You’re welcome. It’s how I got my directing break too. Now, remember, keep filming as much as you can. The more footage you’ve got to choose from in the edit, the better film you’ll be able to cut together. Just stay out of the way when the action starts. Film it from a distance and try to get reaction shots from everyone watching off set rather than focusing on what’s happening on set.”
“Gotcha.”
“Have you got someone to take over filming while you’re doing the interview?”
“Amber’s going to do it for me.”
“Excellent. Tell her to make sure she gets a close-up of Dick’s reaction when Kitty walks out. It’s going to be worth it.” She turned to me. “We’ve decided that Mel is going to start things off talking to the camera. She’s going to introduce you and do a quick Q and A. Then she’ll introduce Kitty and we’ll cut some archive footage in and Mel will do a voice over for it later. Then we’re going to have Kitty come out on to the set from that door—” She pointed to the door she meant. “—directly opposite where you’ll be standing. I want this to be the first time you see her in her outfit for today so we get a genuine reaction shot of you. That’s why she’s still in her dressing room. After that, Mel will interview the two of you together and then I want you to slowly strip Kitty out of her clothes—kind of like you’re showing her off to the world. Then… Well, like I said, I’m just going to leave the pair of you to it. Try and run through a variety of positions, but, basically, just show us what you can do. And what Kitty can do.”
I nodded my understanding. The whole time she was talking Mel panned the camera from me to Daisy and back again.
“Good. Okay, let’s get on with it, shall we? Mel, hand that camera over to Amber and grab a microphone.”
It’s hot on a film set. Even standing just off the set, which was where I’d mostly been up to now, it was pretty hot but on the set itself, it’s roasting. Those lights are strong and there’s plenty of them. And they give off a ton of heat. So even in the vast, usually cold, open space of the warehouse that passed for Jim Lad Productions studio facility, it was damn hot on set.
During my audition, I’d been dressed casually—and coolly—in jeans and a t-shirt to begin with—before stripping off and fucking Amber like she’d—literally—never been fucked before. For today’s scene, they had me wearing a suit and open-neck shirt—thankfully, they didn’t go as far as a tie. And added to that there was now this whole ‘mystery’ about Emma, I mean Kitty, and revealing her to me during the shoot…
I was hot from the lights, wearing hot clothes, nervous about shooting the scene and suddenly nervous about seeing my wife too—what would she look like? Had they gone “retro” and made her look like she did in the Eighties or Nineties? How would I react to seeing her? Would that reaction be ‘right’ for the film?
“Relax,” Mel said, calmly. “You’ll do fine. And if you’re worried about what Emma looks like… Don’t. She looks amazing. I mean, she always looks good, but today…”
I smiled at her. “I’m fine. Honestly.”
“Liar.” She held my gaze and added, “I can see it in your eyes. But not just that though. Whenever you’re nervous or worried about something you do this thing with your wedding ring.”
“What thing?” I asked, looking down at my left hand.
“You kind of stroke it with your thumb. It’s like you’re trying to twist it around your finger.”
As soon as she said that I realised that she was right, I did that a lot.
I shrugged. “I just—”
“Just nothing. Relax and do your thing. And let Emma do her thing.”
“You mean Kitty.”
“Whatever. Just do what you do, what you two always do, and it’ll make this the best movie this studio makes all year. Trust me.”
“I wish I had your confidence.”
“Okay,” called Daisy, “Quiet on the set. We’re rolling. Mel, in your own time…”
Mel looked directly into the camera, smiled and lifted the microphone to just below her chin.
“Hey everyone, thanks for joining us. We have a real treat for you today. A real treat. In a little while, I’m going to bring out one of, if not the, biggest and best British adult star of the late eighties, early nineties. She’s been out of the spotlight for a long time, but she’s finally making a return to the business and you get to see her in action first. The amazing Miss Kitty Rodgers. Or should that be Mrs Kitty Rodgers?
“Because before I bring Kitty out, I’d like you to meet the newest cock to enter the industry. A man who I’m certain is going to be a huge hit with the ladies and make all you guys out there very, very jealous. He is Kitty’s real-life husband and he’s here with me now. Please welcome, Dick Rodgers!”
There was a smattering of applause from off set.
“I should explain,” Mel said, “that today we have more than a few visitors to the set. Kitty’s comeback and Dick’s debut are highly anticipated by those in the know. And somehow they’ve all managed to be here today to see it in the flesh—so to speak.” She raised an eyebrow and flashed a predatory grin at the camera.
Then she turned her attention to me. I glanced around and noticed one of the cameras pointing directly at me.
“So, Dick, I hear you have a really fat cock and you know how to use it. Is that true?”
“Well, I guess you’d know from experience, Mel.”
“Oh, hell, yes!” She turned back to the camera, “Guys, you know me, I’ve fucked the best. At least, I thought I had. Then Dick here fills me with his fat dick and turns me into an orgasmic puddle. I swear, he had me begging him to stop.”
“It was your own fault,” I said. “You called me an Old Man.”
“That’s because you are an Old Man. But an Old Man with a fat cock and an amazing tongue. Now, tell me, Dick, are you looking forward to your new career.”
“I’m looking forward to turning you into yet another orgasmic puddle, but this time with everyone watching.” I winked at the camera and people off set started laughing.
“Okay, okay. We’ll see. I have a few tricks for our first film together that you haven’t seen yet. We’ll see who ends up a puddle.” She looked into the camera again and said, “Okay, shall we get today’s star attraction out here? First, here’s a little history lesson.”
She paused for a few seconds—just long enough to allow the editors to cut in the archive footage—then said, “Now, please welcome, Mrs Kitty Rodgers!”
There was more applause from off set as Mel and I watched the door where Emma was due to appear.
There are times in a man’s life when he is almost overcome with nerves. The butterflies flutter around your stomach. You sweat like you wouldn’t think was possible. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, threatening to burst through your ribcage. You may even feel physically sick. I’m told the birth of your child is one such time—although never having had the good fortune to be a father, I wouldn’t know.
But the time I do know for certain a man feels like that is on his wedding day. I’ve experienced it twice and they were the two times in my life I’ve felt those extreme nerves.
Now it was three times.
Only this was worse somehow. Don’t ask me why, it just was.
My first wedding day was a grand affair—the country church packed with guests, the big white dress, the Morning Suit, the whole shebang. When I married Emma, it was an altogether smaller affair—just me, her and a couple of close friends. And Dom, of course.
But the nerves were the same as I stood at the altar waiting. Both times I felt my heart leap into my throat when the music began signalling my bride’s arrival. Both times I remember staring straight ahead, for the most part, stealing only glances behind to see her walking towards me looking like the most beautiful girl in the world.
They say that a woman never looks more beautiful than on her wedding day. And in the case of my first wife, that was true. She’d never looked so good. And she never looked as good on any day after our wedding either.
But Emma…
Don’t get me wrong, Emma looked stunning on our wedding day. Absolutely stunning. She wore this pale cream knee-length dress—off the shoulder with a deep scoop neck that hinted at her wonderful cleavage but didn’t show any of it. It fit snugly—not tightly. The bodice was made of satin or something and it flowed with her as she moved and shimmered in the light, while the skirt was the same material but covered in a layer of patterned lace. A darker cream, almost brown, belt highlighted her slender waist and womanly hips. She wore tan stockings—I found out they were stockings rather than tights later that night—and strappy cream heels. She was simply stunning and I’d never seen her look more beautiful. She really did take my breath away.
But ever since, she’d only grown more beautiful to my eyes with each passing day.
So I was nervous about how she would look now after the professionals had gone to work to make her look her best for me—and the camera.
Mere seconds had passed since Mel had introduced Emma—if that. But it felt a lot longer than that when she finally stepped through the doorway.
And took my breath away.
Again.
She looked exactly like she had on our wedding day.
Okay, not exactly but close enough.
She wore the same pale-cream dress and it fit her just as well——I understood now why she’d been hitting the gym so much. She also wore tan stockings and the same strappy cream heels. Her rich brown hair, so thick and lush, hung in large loose curls, flowing down her back and over her shoulders. Her make-up was subtle but distinctive, giving her an innocent, almost virginal look.
And her smile was radiant, lighting up the room more than the lights shining on the set and raising the temperature even more too—well, raising my temperature at least.
She didn’t hold a bouquet like a bride—her hands stayed at her sides—but she certainly did the bridal walk towards me. Slowly, steadily, she placed one foot very deliberately in front of the other. I could imagine this being played in slow motion in the final cut to capture every perfect movement.
And it was perfect.
She was perfect.
And she was mine.
All mine.
As she approached, I felt Mel’s hand on my chin. She pushed gently upwards, comically closing my mouth which must have been gaping open from the moment Emma—sorry, Kitty—stepped through the door.
“Told you,” she stage-whispered. I’m certain the mic she held had picked it up.
Finally, Emma came to a stop in front of me. She looked into my eyes and we didn’t need words for me to tell her how wonderful she looked.
But we were filming a scene. This little play was for our audience, not us, so…
“Wow,” I said. “You look… Wow! Is that the same dress?”
She smiled, then looked at the floor shyly before looking back up at me and nodding.
“Do you mind?”
“Why would I mind? You look amazing.”
“I just thought… You know, we’re renewing our vows today. Kind of.”
“Or making all new vows,” Mel said. We both looked at her and she shrugged. “Porn vows. I promise to love you, cherish you, worship you for the camera and make you come.” Damn, she had a wicked little smile sometimes. So naughty.
“So,” Mel said, turning to start her interview with my wife. “What is it about this dress? Why is it so important?”
Emma smiled. “It the dress I married Dick in.”
“Wow. It’s lovely. Are you also wearing your bridal outfit under it?”
“Oh, no. I’ve got something new and extra spicy for today.” She winked at me. I couldn’t wait to see what she meant.
“So, Kitty, welcome back. Where the hell have you been all these years?”
Emma smiled that smile that had captured my heart and put fire in my loins. “Oh, you know, living life. I retired after having my daughter, who I’m sure everyone at home knows as the amazing Dominque D’Ville. I found a proper job—” She made air quotes with her fingers, “—for a few years, but now that my little girl is all grown up and following very much in my footsteps, I figured it was time to make some more footsteps.”
“Well, everyone I know is glad you’re back. I was obviously too young to catch your scenes the first time around, but I’m a student of this business and let me tell you, in my eyes, you’re one of the very best there’s ever been.”
“Thank you,” Emma said sweetly.
“You’re more than welcome. And I can’t wait until we get to work together properly. But for now, let’s get this show on the road. And since you’re dressed like this, I get to say something I’ve always wanted to. Dick, you may now fuck the bride.”
Mel stepped back out of the shot, then made her way off the set, leaving me and my wife to do our thing.
We hadn’t talked about this—about what we were going to do. But the look in Emma’s eyes told me she had a plan. I just had to go along with it.
She stepped up in my personal space, placed a hand on my chest then tilted her head up towards me for a kiss. And as soon as our lips met, the world around us melted away. The cameras, the lights, the audience, it was as if none of them were there. It was just me and my wife. Bobby and Emma—or should that be Dick and Kitty?—alone in some hotel room, a bridal suite perhaps, making love the only way we knew how.
“Wow,” I said, “Do I really look like that? I look so…”
“Buff?”
“Hunky?”
“Sexy?”
Mel, Dom and Amber grinned at me after their cascade of suggestions to finish my sentence. We were watching some of the footage we’d just shot on one of the monitors around the set. It was a scene where I was fucking Emma—I mean Kitty—from behind. The camera was just in front of her face, capturing her wonderful expressions as I rhythmically stroked my cock in and out of her, but it also put my new body—the one I’d been working on under Mel’s instruction—in the spotlight.
“I was going to say fit,” I replied. “I haven’t looked that trim for twenty or twenty-five years.”
“It’s all the sex you’re getting,” Mel said with a grin. “All that thrusting tones the abs.”
“That’ll be part of it,” Emma said. She was standing at my side, leaning into me with a hand on my naked chest. She’d slipped on a satin robe and I’d pulled on some tracksuit bottoms. “But it’s mostly those sessions down the gym. I told you they’d be worth the effort.”
I had to agree. While I wasn’t a sculptured Adonis by any means, with every muscle clearly defined and pumped up to the extreme, I was certainly in better shape than I’d been since at least when I was at university—perhaps the best shape I’d ever been in. I felt fit and I had stamina.
“I like that it’s not too… you know,” said Amber, blushing.
“Too what?” Dom asked.
“You know… It’s like, some guys you have to work with are all—” She mimed a bodybuilder’s pose, “—and it’s like, all they really care about is themselves.”
“Narcissistic,” Mel said. “That’s the word you’re looking for.”
“Whatever,” Amber said with a dismissive wave. “But they look like they spend all day, every day at the gym, working on their perfect bodies. And it just does nothing for me, you know?”
“I think I know what you mean,” Daisy said. “When I shot you with Amber all those months ago, you had an Old Man’s Body—”
“That’s because he is an Old Man,” said Mel. I just glared at her.
“You know what I mean though, right? It was sagging in places and you had a bit of a gut. I mean, it wasn’t as bad as some you see, but it certainly showed your age.”
“And now?”
“Well, now, it’s what I’d call a Grown Man’s body or maybe a Working Man’s body. Yeah, that’s better—a Working Man’s Body. Those guys Amber was talking about, they might have adult bodies, but they are the bodies of boys playing at being men. Whereas Dick here…” She moaned as she looked me up and down. I think even rubbed her thighs together. “This is the body of a man who’s been out working, rather than working out. Doing hard physical labour all day. Working up a sweat and getting all grimy and covered in dirt and grease and—” She moaned again.
“I think someone is getting caught up in her own little fantasy there,” Emma said with a chuckle.
“I think someone has just come up with the perfect scenario for my first shoot with Dick,” Mel replied. “Let’s film him out in the garden, wearing just a pair of jeans, working up a sweat, digging and shit, mowing the lawn or something domestic, while I watch him through the window, getting all worked up. Then I take him out a beer and ask if he wants to take a break by working up a different kind of a sweat.”
“Oh, yeah,” said Daisy. “That’ll work.”
I just rolled my eyes and nodded to the monitor. “How long before we have a final cut? When are we releasing?”
“I want a first cut ready by Wednesday afternoon, ready for all of us to preview,” said Jim, who’d joined us after talking to the two cameramen. Well, I say, talking. I think he’d just handed them an envelope of cash—their pay for a day’s work. “And by next week, I want teaser trailers, a full trailer and a short highlight reel ready to get out to the tube sites and start building up the anticipation. Then I want to release it in about four or five weeks.”
“That long?” I said.
He nodded. “Like I said, it’ll give it time for the anticipation to build. Speaking of which, why don’t the two of you go and get cleaned up then meet me in the screening room. I want to introduce you to our marketing guru so we can get you both started on social media. Get this anticipation building.”
I thought back over the scene we’d just shot as I washed away the sweat and sex fluids from my body in the shower. I thought it had gone quite well. After she first kissed me and the world around us melted away, we quickly progressed to striping each other before Kitty demonstrated her fellatio skills and I showed the camera how a real man eats pussy. After that, we fucked (and I do mean fucked) in as many positions as we could get through before I finished the scene off by blasting a surprisingly large and powerful money-shot all over her face as she knelt in front of me.
It was, I suppose, a standard porn scene to a large extent. But we weren’t trying to tell a story or anything. We were just trying to show the world—or, at least, our customers—what we were capable of. Emma proved to be quite flexible and I bent her into some interesting positions—positions that we wouldn’t normally try at home. My favourite was probably when I picked her up and held her legs over my arms, her arms were around my neck and I bounced her up and down on my cock. It was hard work, but the thumbs up from Mel as I did it told me it was worth it.
After I got dried and dressed, I went to the screening room—just a large room with a couple of sofas in front of the biggest television screen I’d ever seen—where I found Jim and Mel waiting with a woman I didn’t recognise.
“Bob—I mean, Dick, come and meet—”
“Mel, I’ve told you before, you don’t need to keep calling me Dick. It’s just the name that goes on the titles of the video. Everyone here knows my real name.”
“Oh, but she does,” said the other woman. “Mel needs to get used to calling you Dick, as does Kitty and Amber and Dom. And you need to get used to being Dick, rather than Bobby. It’s who you are now, at least as far as everyone else in the industry is concerned and, more importantly, as far as the fans are concerned. And really, you never know when you’re going to bump into a fan. You need to be ready for it.”
Mel was nodding. “She’s right. I’ve met fans in nightclubs, at the gym, in Tescos—all sorts of places. Not all of them will admit to knowing who you are, I’m mean, it’s porn, some people won’t admit to watching it, but you can tell when they recognise you. And some of them don’t give a shit and will say hi and ask for a photo and stuff.”
“And stuff?” I asked with a smirk.
Mel shrugged. “I’ve been propositioned. Asked for a quick blowjob, that sort of thing. No biggie.” She grinned then added, “I don’t always say no, either.”
Jim rolled his eyes. “Dick, this is Gail Rose,” he said, gesturing to the other woman. “She’s our Social Media Marketing Manager.”
“Pleased to meet you,” I said, offering my hand to her, which she shook with a smile and a nod of her head.
“Social Media is our primary marketing tool these days,” Jim continued. “Gail has set up profiles for you and Kitty on all the major platforms and she’s put together a rough guide of what you post on each one—what you can get away with and what to avoid. It’s a minefield. I’m glad I can leave most of it to her, to be honest.”
“Oh, it’s not that difficult. We’re going to manage most of your accounts from here, just like we do for Dom and our other exclusive girls.” She looked at Mel and added, “There are a couple of non-exclusive girls I’d like to help too—one of whom keeps on turning me down.”
“That’s because I cope just fine on my own,” Mel replied. “And besides, I’ve spent years building up my persona, I don’t want someone coming in and messing it up.”
Gail shook her head. “You are a stubborn bitch, but I have to admit that you’re good at what you do. Dick, you could do a lot worse than listen to Mel and do what she tells you when it comes to Social Media. Particularly Twitter and Instagram. You’ll learn a lot.”
“Don’t say that. It’ll go to her head. She enjoys telling him what to do far too much already,” Emma said as she entered the room. Dom, Amber and Daisy were with her. “When are we going for lunch? I’m famished.”
“Yes,” said Mel, “Fucking always gives me an appetite too.” She winked at me and flashed one of her wicked grins. “It’s amazing I haven’t put on weight these past few months.”
“Well I wasn’t going to say anything but—”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” she said, pointing at me. I made a show of keeping my mouth shut.
“Play nicely children,” Emma said with a chuckle. “Now, lunch. When? Where? Famished, remember?”
“I’m ready when you are,” Jim said. “We were just talking social media.”
Emma rolled her eyes. “There was none of this nonsense first time around. But I’m sure we can have fun with it. We’re launching that this afternoon?”
“I’ll put all your accounts live and make the first posting while you’re at lunch,” Gail said. “Then when you get back, I’ll give you your new phones all configured and ready to go.”
I raised an eyebrow. “New phones? But I only just—”
“You’ll need a separate one for Dick,” Gail said. “It’s standard practice. You’ll want to keep a private phone for personal contacts and one for the industry. You can have your calls to that one diverted to the office here automatically if you’d like and that way you’ll only have to deal with text messages from people looking to hire you. It’s a lot less hassle. Anyway, I’ll see you after lunch.”
“I don’t get why they call it Westmouth,” Amber said.
“Because it’s on the mouth of the River Westell,” Dom replied in that tone one uses when speaking to a small child—or the terminally stupid.
“Exactly,” Amber said. “So why isn’t it called Westellmouth?”
We were in a pub called Westell Mill on the edge of the industrial estate—the part filled with fancy modern office blocks rather than warehouses and factories. The pub was on the bank of the river that gave the town its name and was, in fact, a converted old watermill. The water wheel that powered the mill was still attached to the side of the building and, although it was fully restored and still turned by the power of the river, these days it was mostly decorative. Mostly. It did power a small electricity generator but that was it.
“It used to be,” I replied. “That’s what the town was recorded as in the Doomsday Book.”
“Really?” said Mel. “I didn’t know it was even in the Doomsday Book. I didn’t know the town was that old.”
“I think it was more of a large village back then. But it’s certainly in there.”
“So why did it change?” Amber asked.
I shrugged. “A combination of Westellmouth being a bit of a mouthful and the local accent I would guess.”
“I know something else that’s a bit of a mouthful,” Mel said with a cheeky grin.
I rolled my eyes. She might have been the oldest of my girls (apart from Emma, obviously) but she was frequently the most playful and certainly always the one most ready with innuendo in any given situation.
I looked to my right. There were eight of us sitting at a large round table by a window that overlooked the river and water wheel. My girls sat on my right. Emma was sitting beside me to the left and beyond her sat Jim, Daisy and Gail, who I’d persuaded to come with us. I’d been paying just enough attention to them before Amber asked about the name of the town to know they’d been talking about social media again.
“That’s exactly what I mean,” Gail said.
“What is?” I asked.
“Mel. That cheeky little innuendo. It’s that sort of thing that makes her so successful on Twitter.”
Mel shrugged. “I’m just myself on there really. I don’t try to be anything different. I can’t. It’s who I am.”
Gail nodded. “Exactly. You’re you. Only…”
“Only what?” I asked.
“She’s… How do I explain this? She’s Mel Squared. Mel to the Max! She’s herself but is hidden behind the keyboard, behind the avatar, if you like, and it lets her be the biggest, most uninhibited version of herself.
“Look, you’re a flirt, right?” Gail said, looking at Mel. “And on Twitter she’s even more of a flirt. She’s cheeky and sarcastic and on Twitter she’s even more cheeky and sarcastic. Do you see what I mean?”
I nodded. “I think I get it. So what you’re saying is that when you let us loose on this thing, we need to just be who we are, but play up to it.”
“Unless that means you’re even more old and boring than usual,” Mel said. I shook my head at her and she stuck her tongue out in response.
“Put that away unless you plan to use it.”
“Oh, I do. Just not at the dinner table.”
“Children, behave,” Emma said in a fake warning tone. Fortunately, the waitress arrived with the first two plates of food. Over the next couple of minutes, she went back and forth until she’d brought out all eight meals.
“Er, I hope you don’t mind, but… I mean…” She took a breath. “You’re Melanie Moore, aren’t you? The actress? The… er… adult actress?”
Mel smiled. “I prefer Mattress Actress, but yes, I am. It’s not often I get recognised by women though. You a fan?”
The waitress shook her head. “No. I mean… I don’t mean… Shit. I mean, my boyfriend was. Ex-boyfriend, that is. A big fan. He liked me to watch with him. I didn’t mind usually. I quite liked it sometimes. We watched a lot of your stuff because you were one of his favourites. You’re so sexy though. I’d lov—” She stopped herself, blushed then leaned forward and whispered, “Actually, turns out he was a bit of a perv, you know? He wanted me to do all this weird stuff after—I mean, I’m not saying you’re weird or a perv or anything—”
“Oh, I’m perv,” Mel said with a smile. “Mattress Actress, remember?”
“Shit, I’m sorry, I mean… I’ve got nothing against you. My boy—ex-boyfriend, really was a perv, you know? A real perv. But you… You’re cool. And sexy. Really sexy. I follow you on Twitter. I like the way you handle the pervs. My boy—ex-boyfriend, tweeted you once, trying to set up a threesome—you, me and him—but you shot him down though. It was so funny.”
“Yeah, well, I get that all the time. Did he send me your picture? Or just his?”
“I think he sent you a picture of his dick.”
“Figures. Pervs are always sending me dick-pics. Now, if he’d sent me a picture of you it might have been a different story.” Mel winked at the now clearly embarrassed waitress.
Still blushing, she said, “Look, I know this is probably totally out of order, but… Could I get a picture with you to send to him? He’ll be so jealous.”
“Sure,” said Mel, pushing her chair away from the table and standing up. “In fact, I tell you what, take one of us and Dick Rodgers here—he’s going to be the next big thing in porn. And I do mean Big Thing. Then tweet it to your ex, and me, and I’ll tweet him back. Tell him just what he’s missing out on.”
The waitress’ eyes went wide. “You’d do that?”
“Sure. I’ll tell all my followers to pile in and tell him what an idiot he’s been. Come on Dick, stand—no, wait, we’ll both sit on your lap. One on each knee. Amber, take the photo, will you?”
The waitress looked at Amber and said, “Amber Swallows! Wow! This is so cool! Can you be in the picture too? He loves your hair. Tried to get me to dye mine that colour. Is it real?” Then she recognised Dom too. “Damn, is this like a porn star outing or something?” She covered her mouth when she realised how loud she’d spoken. It’s a good job we were just about the only people in the pub. It was early for lunch—none of the office workers had wandered in yet.
“Something like that,” Mel said. “Our studio is on the estate. We just finished shooting a big scene this morning.”
“Really? Here on the estate? Wow. I never knew.”
“I don’t think many people do. It’s not like we have a big sign on the building,” Jim said with a chuckle. He, Daisy and Emma all looked very amused by this turn of events.
“Come on, Dom, you get in the picture too,” Mel said. “Daisy, could you do the honours?”
So I ended up posing with three porn stars and one waitress in various combinations while my food went cold. Not that I’m complaining about having four lovely young women taking turns to sit in my lap. Even the waitress rubbed her arse against my straining erection at one point.
“I think Dick is about ready to shoot his second scene,” Jim said at one point.
“Oh, can I be in it?” the waitress said, before covering her mouth with her hand again.
But, eventually, the photo session ended and I set about tucking into my steak before it went really cold.
As the waitress was leaving, phone in hand and probably sending that tweet to her ex-boyfriend, Mel said, “By the way, what’s your name. You never said.”
“Ashley.”
“Well, Ashley, don’t forget to tag me in that tweet. Oh, and if you really are interested in shooting a scene with Dick here, or with me, let me know, okay. Trust me, you’ll love it.”
We headed back to the studio shortly before three after staying in the pub for a couple of drinks after the meal. Mel invited Ashley to join us, but she said she was working until five so Mel promised to give her a tour of the studio the next time Ashley was free instead.
“I’ll make sure it’s a day that Dick is performing,” she’d told her with a cheeky grin.
“Is this usually how you go about hiring new actresses?” I asked Jim with a smirk as we watched the current porn star talking playfully with the potential one before we left the pub.
Jim shrugged. “We find new girls in all sorts of ways. There’s a regular ad in a few local papers around the country, for example. Models Wanted, sort of thing. We can’t be too explicit about what it is we want but I think most people who see it understand. We get a few calls a month from it and maybe half a dozen a year who go all the way and film a scene or two. We use agencies mostly though. There’s a local one, believe it or not, that gives us access to a lot of European girls—a few French, Spanish and Italian, but mostly from Eastern Europe. Girls from the likes of Poland, Slovakia or the Czech Republic can do one scene here and make more money than the average monthly wage back in their own country. Stay for a month and they can make more than a year’s salary if they’re prepared to do a scene every other day or so.”
Once we got back to the warehouse, Gail, Emma and I headed for Gail’s office while Jim went to his. Daisy went to the editing suite and my girls hung around in the performers’ lounge where they could play video games or watch TV or whatever it was they felt like doing as they waited for a lift home. There was nothing else being shot that day or we might all have stayed around to watch.
“Andy, are Dick and Kitty’s accounts all active now?”
“Yep,” said a dark-haired kid who couldn’t have been much older than Dom. He was sitting in front of two large monitors with a lot of code on one and one of the studio’s websites on the other—a living cliché of a computer nerd. He answered while tapping away on his keyboard, without taking his eyes off the screen.
“And are the phones ready?”
Andy waved a hand towards a table to his left, again without taking eyes off the screen. Gail collected the two smartphones from the table and handed the gold one to Emma and the dark grey one to me.
“The pin codes are your six-digit dates of birth—day, month, year,” she said.
I unlocked the phone and began to swipe around to see what had been installed. Not much was the answer.
“We’ve set up profiles for Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat and Instagram. Be careful about what you post on Facebook. Anything overtly sexual is going to get you suspended or banned.”
“Doesn’t sound ideal for porn stars,” I said.
“It’s not. But you need a presence there. You can write about sex, but any pictures of dicks or boobs with nipples showing is a big no-no. Instagram is nearly as bad, although you can get away with a bit more on there. You have pretty much free reign on Twitter though. And on Snapchat to some extent.”
“I’ve never used Snapchat,” I admitted.
“I’m not surprised. It’s the kids that use it most. Let Mel guide you on that. I know Dom uses it a lot as well. She even sells some of her snaps.”
“Huh?”
“She gets punters to send her some money, via Paypal usually, then sends them a series of dirty snaps directly.”
I shook my head. “The things people will pay for.”
“Don’t complain, it’s going to make you a lot of money. Now, like I said, you can get away with pretty much anything on Twitter. If you want to post a picture of Kitty sucking your dick before you go to sleep tonight, that’s fine.” She paused. “Thinking about it, that’s a good idea. You should play up the whole living in a harem thing. It’ll win you a big fan base.”
“You’ve already got a couple of hundred followers,” Andy said without looking away from his screen. “Lot of follow-backs from the accounts I’ve followed for you and the usual creepy dudes who follow anything that might post free porn. Not bad that for a couple of hours. It’ll grow pretty quick once you start posting and we start to do promos on the account. I know some guys who have big followings and I’ll get them to do a follow suggestion for you both. Oh, and you’ve been tagged in a couple of tweets already. Mel retweeted a picture of you and some bird I didn’t recognise. Ashyboo97 or something. She looks fit, to be honest. I’d do her.”
“That might be the most he’s said in one go so far this year,” Gail said.
I had already opened the Twitter app and clicked on the notifications icon. Sure enough, @xdickrodgersx had been tagged in a tweet by Mel.
Attached to the tweet was a picture of me with the two girls sitting on my knees. I had my arms around their waists and my hands were resting on their thighs. I looked like a dirty old man with a couple of playboy bunnies.
Ashley certainly was a stunner. If Mel succeeded in getting her to shoot a scene she wouldn’t look out of place. Tall, slim and elegant, she had medium-light brown skin and light brown hair that was probably lightened from its natural colour by a shade or two but retained its natural frizzy curls. She was probably mixed race—if I had to guess I’d have said one parent was from somewhere in West Africa and the other was white, but I could easily be wrong. I could already see how the contrast of her skin against mine, or with her limbs tangled up with Mel’s with look fantastic on camera.
I quickly typed a reply.
I tapped on Mel’s profile to have a look at some of her other tweets. There was a whole series of tweets, retweets and replies with Ashley and @freddiefoo95, who I assumed was the boyfriend Ashley had spoken about.