Chapter 17
Lana
I’d be lying if I said I was calm. My chest was tight, my thoughts were scattered, and every time I pictured what I said yes to, my pulse jumped.
Holland’s idea had sounded bold when she said it.
It was funny, even. But now that it was real, I wasn’t sure I could pull it off to become his fluffer, mostly because I had no actual experience with men, and I was going in headfirst without even caring about how I’d perform.
I didn’t feel confident. Not at first. But then my mother called, said those cruel things she always said, and something in me snapped.
The shame she tried to push on me twisted into rebellion.
I didn’t want to feel small anymore. I wanted to take control, even if that control came in a form I never thought I would crave.
Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was revenge.
I didn’t care. I was angry, and I needed to feel something that would drown it out.
After Holland and I came back from the beach, I went straight upstairs and stood under the shower until I felt my head clear just enough.
I changed into something simple but clean.
Jeans and a fitted shirt. I wanted to look composed, like I belonged on that set and not just as a girl hiding behind the idea of an essay.
Walking downstairs was harder than I expected.
Every step felt like I was testing myself.
My hands trembled, but I kept going until I reached the filming room.
The door was closed, but I could hear the soft moans.
After taking a deep breath, I carefully opened the door not to make too much sound, and once I was inside, I went to sit down on the chair next to Rocco.
He looked surprised, then he grinned and glanced at Callan who was already staring at me.
His attention was on me, and I felt the rush of control in me.
He tried to look away, to act unaffected, but I could see the truth in his face.
He couldn’t fake it with me, and he showed that right now by giving in to me.
It had been intense, and for it being my first actual makeout, I thought I had done a pretty good job. He certainly didn’t complain, and he looked hungrier after it than he did earlier in the room with the two girls.
I was still pinned against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist, and his hands gripping my ass like he couldn’t let go.
His body was flush against mine, heat and tension mixing until I could barely breathe.
He was studying me, his eyes searching my face, and trying to read if I was still with him, if what we’d just done had crossed a line or made me want more.
“You want to start right now?” he asked, his voice challenging.
I blinked, trying to catch up. My heart was pounding too hard to think straight. “Uh, sure,” I managed.
He leaned in and kissed me again. It felt like a warning and a promise all at once. Then he eased me down, letting my body slide against his until my feet hit the floor and my knees followed.
I ended up kneeling in front of him, my back against the wall, and my hands braced at my sides. I tilted my head up, meeting his gaze. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t move. He just stood there, watching me, with an unreadable expression. He was waiting for me to decide what would happen next.
“Lana,” he said, sounding amused now.
“Yes?”
“You’re my fluffer now. I got a scene to get to.” That’s all he said, expecting me to connect the dots. And when I did, my eyes widened.
“Yeah, sorry.” I looked at the bulge in his pants, unsure what to do, how to touch him.
How to initiate what he wanted from me. My hands were shaking when I reached up.
Hooking my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants, I looked up at his face before pulling them down.
I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, and my heart raced with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.
His erection sprang free as I eased his sweatpants down.
I hesitated for a moment, my eyes darting up to meet his again, but he simply stared back, his expression hard and challenging.
He was daring me to continue, even though he was still convinced I wouldn’t go through with this.
But I wasn’t going to back down now. I had pushed myself into this situation, and I wasn’t a coward.
I reached out, gently wrapping my hand around his length. He let out a soft grunt, and I took that as a sign to proceed. He wasn’t pushing me away. Why would he?
His cock twitched in my hand, thick and hard, and I couldn’t help but stare at it. I was in awe, but with it came a sharp sense of fear. I wasn’t scared of messing this up. I was scared of regretting it.
“Lana,” he said, his voice low. “You know what to do.”
I nodded, swallowing hard, before I leaned in.
The scent of him was intoxicating. Distinctly male but surprisingly comforting.
I took a deep breath, my hand trembling slightly as I moved it to the base of his shaft.
His skin was smooth and hot, and that sensation alone burned itself into my memories.
I started slowly, my tongue flicking out to taste the salty pre-cum beading at the tip.
He let out a hiss, his hips twitching slightly.
Encouraged by his reaction, I took him fully into my mouth.
Not too deep at first. I was still testing the waters.
When I liked how he felt inside my mouth, I leaned in more and took him deeper until I felt his tip hit the back of my throat.
I pulled back, then took him in again, finding a rhythm that seemed to please him.
His hands found their way to my hair, gently guiding my movements.
I could feel the tension building in him, his breath growing ragged.
The power I felt was intoxicating, knowing that I was the one bringing him to this point, and that neither of the two girls in the filming room had this effect on him. They used to.
I continued to work him with my mouth, my hands, my tongue, until I felt his body tense.
He let out a low groan, and I knew he was close.
I kept going, determined to see it through, but I knew making him come wasn’t the goal here.
As hard as it seemed for him, he stopped me by pulling my head back and letting his cock slide out of my mouth.
He didn’t say a word as I looked up at him, with strings of saliva stretching from my lips to his tip. He cupped my jaw and brushed his thumb across my bottom lip. We didn’t break eye contact as he reached for his shaft with his other hand, rubbing his cock to keep it hard.
“You’re coming back in there, and you’ll watch me fuck those two girls.”
I hated how my heart reacted to his words. It shouldn’t have affected me, knowing I was only going to be his fluffer for roughly three weeks until my essay was done, but my heart wouldn’t stop aching. I decided it was the adrenaline.
“Okay.”
His thumb brushed along my bottom lip again, then he slowly pushed it into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue. “While we’re doing this…” he said, studying me with his dark eyes. “I want you to always obey. And to always answer me with ‘yes, sir.’”
My initial reaction was to say no. I wasn’t going to be one of his little porn actresses who were submissive and did everything he told them.
But then I decided not to argue and just do it.
Maybe I’d like it. Maybe this way I would become more open-minded toward other guys.
Not that I wanted to go out and meet guys and flirt and have sex.
I was only following Holland’s advice and being open to something new.
“Is that clear?” he asked.
I still had his thumb on my mouth, and I sucked on it before leaning back and nodding. “Yes, sir.”
The corner of his mouth twitched into the tiniest, satisfied grin. “Good girl, Lana. Stand up.”
He reached under my arms and pulled me up onto my feet, and I steadied myself on his shoulders, feeling a tremble rush through my body.
His cock was still hard and pressing into my stomach.
I dared to look down, admiring how large it was.
There was a slight curve to his shaft, and it made me wonder how it would feel inside of me.
Not that I knew what any kind of cock felt inside of me, but the way his was curved told me it had to be different.
“It’s incredible,” he said, and I tilted my head back to look up at him again.
“What is?”
“The way you can keep me hard by simply looking at me.”
There it was again. That strange feeling of pride and excitement. And without thinking twice, I embraced it.
***
I lay in bed with my laptop open beside me.
The lights were off, but the screen was bright enough to light up my room.
My chest was still tight from what happened earlier.
The blowjob, the kiss, and watching Callan fuck those two girls for his porn movie…
it felt like a fever dream. I didn’t know how to calm down.
The memory of Callan’s taste wouldn’t fade, and every time I closed my eyes, I saw him.
I didn’t know what I was looking for when I opened the browser and typed his name. Maybe I wanted proof that what happened wasn’t all in my head. Maybe I wanted to see the version of him that everyone else saw. The one who looked untouchable, in control, and always so professional.
His videos came up instantly. Page after page.
His stage name in bold letters. I hesitated for a long time before I clicked one.
I was never on a porn site before, and I felt guilty at first. But then I remembered the conversation I had with Callan.
About porn, and how it shouldn’t be such a taboo thing.
I understood that some could get addicted to it, and that some ruined their relationships with it.
But anything could lead to shit like that.
Smoking, drinking…anything. Watching one video wouldn’t hurt me.
I just wanted to see what it would feel like.
After scrolling for a while, I found a video titled ‘Hayley Gets a Promotion from Her Boss.” It sounded cheesy, like any other porn title.
But the thumbnail looked promising. Callan was standing by a desk, while the girl, Hayley, was in front of her on all fours.
I took a deep breath and clicked on it, then leaned back and watched.
The scene started in a dim room, his body half in shadow.
He spoke to her, his tone calm but firm, the same tone he used when he told me to look at him.
To call him sir. My heart kicked hard against my ribs.
I couldn’t look away. It felt too strange to watch, but I couldn’t stop.
I tried to focus on Callan. His face was the same, but there was something missing. The Callan on the screen looked practiced and distant. Nothing like the man who kissed me earlier. When Hayley knelt for him, my throat tightened.
I shifted under the blanket, the heat between my legs growing unbearable.
I tried to ignore it, but it was impossible.
I slipped my hand under the waistband of my panties and exhaled shakily when my fingers brushed my skin.
The sensation was electric, sending shivers down my spine, and I wondered why I had never tried this before.
There was never a moment in which I had the urge to touch myself. It always felt distant. Something I wouldn’t be good at. And even now, I had no idea how to use my fingers to touch the part of me that suddenly was on fire.
I slid my fingers through my folds, exploring every inch gently.
My body responded the most when my fingertips moved over my clit, and I decided to give it the most attention.
I flicked my fingertips against it while the video kept playing.
Callan’s voice was commanding and confident, and his body moved with grace and power. It made my heart race.
I increased the pressure and speed of my fingers, mimicking the rhythm of the scene unfolding on the screen.
A moan escaped me, and I quickly pressed my lips together to not make any more noises.
I had the video playing on low volume, too, but I was sure nobody would hear me in here.
After the shoot earlier, Callan had sent the actresses away, and when I went upstairs, I heard Trey and Rocco leave too.
I didn’t know if Callan was even in the house, but it didn’t matter.
A strong sensation I had never felt before began to build, and I knew it was pleasure.
My breaths came in short and sharp gasps, and as hard as I tried, I couldn’t hold back the moans that kept coming uncontrollably.
I kept focusing on Callan and on the way his muscles flexed every time he thrusted his hips into her.
My fingers started to cramp, but I didn’t stop.
I was close, and whatever was about to happen to my body was a total unknown.
But I wanted to experience it. I wanted to know what would happen if I kept going, and just when it felt like I was being thrown over the edge, a noise from the other side of the room made me freeze.
I turned my head, only to find Callan standing in the doorway, his eyes fixed on me as I pleasured myself with one of his porn videos on the screen.