Chapter 21
Callan
Madison and Kira finally arrived, with the sound of their heels clicking across the floor signaling their entrance before they even stepped fully into the room.
I watched them from where I stood near the monitors, shooting them a look to show how annoyed and irritated I was for having to wait on them.
Madison’s expression was one of forced nonchalance, a half-smile plastered across her face as if she didn’t care that she was thirty minutes past the time I’d set.
Kira, following right behind her, rolled her eyes and muttered something under her breath, clearly convinced that the tardiness was no one’s concern but their own.
I didn’t say a word. I wanted to test their attitude and see exactly how long it would take for them to understand that I didn’t find the ignorance toward their obligations amusing.
But they both kept talking to each other, whining about how tired they were, and how they had so many other things they wanted to get to today.
They made it all worse by side-eyeing Lana with the nastiest looks, not hiding their dislike, and even calling her presence unnecessary.
A new feeling of protection grew inside of me, and it pushed me over the edge.
Still, I stayed calm, not wanting to raise my voice.
It would only worsen my mood, and I needed this fucking movie to be done.
I cleared my throat to get their attention, and when they looked at me, I said, “You’re late. Again.”
Madison tilted her head, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. “Traffic,” she told me quickly, as if that justified anything.
“Then leave earlier next time.”
She sighed and dared to roll her eyes at me. “Relax, Buster. We were shopping this morning and lost track of time. We’re here now.”
“Yeah, we had things to do. Can’t just drop everything,” Kira added.
I kept my gaze fixed on both of them. “Traffic or errands or whatever excuses you want to offer,” I said, keeping my voice steady, “doesn’t change the fact that you are expected here at the time I set. If you’re late, you’ll lose your spots. I’m done explaining it. Understood?”
They exchanged glances, a flicker of annoyance passing between them. Madison shrugged, trying to appear casual. Kira rolled her eyes, muttering, “Fine, whatever,” though the words lacked sincerity.
“What’s she doing here again?” Madison then asked, tipping her chin toward Lana without looking at her. “I couldn’t really focus last time.”
I raised a brow at her. I held still, letting the silence settle between us to maybe let her realize what she just said. But she didn’t. She was hoping for me to take her side on this, but I wouldn’t let her talk that way about Lana. Or anyone.
“You’ll focus,” I demanded. “That’s your job. And you don’t seem to have issues with Rocco and Trey around.”
Madison let out a dismissive scoff. Kira followed with a small smirk. They acted like this was nothing. Like I’d stop caring the second they pushed back. And like I would change my mind about Lana being here, just to accommodate them.
Lana stood beside the table without moving.
Her shoulders rose slightly, but she didn’t look away.
She stayed present, even with both girls trying to make her feel out of place.
Their attitude sharpened when they saw she didn’t shrink.
They didn’t like that, and I just knew they felt threatened by her.
Madison folded her arms across her chest. “That’s different, and I’m just being honest. Having outsiders here throws things off. She’s distracting. And she looks uncomfortable.”
“That’s her issue,” Kira added. “If she can’t deal with being here, she shouldn’t be here.”
My chest tightened fast. Their tone and the way they looked at her, as if she were taking something from them by standing in the same room, only made them look unprofessional. As angry as I felt, I kept my voice steady, because raising it would have made everything spin out of control.
“You two don’t choose who belongs here,” I said. “She’s here because I allowed her to be. You handle your roles and stop worrying about anything else.”
Kira opened her mouth like she wanted to argue, but I didn’t give her the chance.
“And don’t talk about her again. Not her being here. Not how she looks. Not what she does. You stay focused on your work. That’s it.”
They stared at me without speaking. They weren’t used to me setting a boundary.
They weren’t used to me stepping in for anyone.
I rarely bothered because I usually ignored their attitude.
They had a habit of talking down to people they thought were beneath them, and I never cared enough to step into their petty fights.
Madison looked away. “We weren’t trying to cause problems.”
“You did,” I said. “And you won’t do it again.”
Lana watched me with a mix of confusion and gratitude.
She didn’t hide it, but she didn’t step forward either.
I knew she didn’t need me to stand up for her, but I would’ve either way.
Trey shifted where he stood, unsure of what to do with the tension.
Rocco rubbed his jaw and stayed quiet, but I knew he was enjoying this.
“To be clear, I don’t want this to happen again. I’ve scheduled you for this shoot. I expect you to be here on time with no excuses. If you’re late again, I’ll remove you from the rotation entirely. That’s the way this works. Now get ready. We start in ten minutes.”
They didn’t argue this time.
I could see the shift in their posture almost immediately. Madison’s shoulders tightened, and Kira uncrossed her arms, both of them finally realizing that my patience had limits. I didn’t need to say more; the point had landed.
They walked to the en-suite bathroom together, still whispering to each other, and I turned to Trey to run through the angles I wanted for the day. He nodded, adjusted the nearest camera, and asked a few quick questions about each scene we planned on shooting today.
When the girls came back, with fresh makeup on their hair perfectly done, they dropped their clothes without hesitation and climbed onto the bed.
I undressed too, stepped forward, and wrapped my hand around my cock to rub it.
I tried to get into the headspace I needed, but their bodies didn’t help.
As beautiful as they were, there had been only one woman who pulled a real reaction out of me.
My jaw tightened as I looked over at Lana.
She sat in the chair next to Rocco, with the notebook still open on her lap, and her pen tucked between her fingers.
I watched her for a long second, weighing the thoughts that were lingering on my mind.
She had agreed to be my fluffer, and right now I needed her.
But after what Madison and Kira said about her earlier, I wasn’t sure if she’d be brave enough to step into the middle of all that tension and hold her ground without second-guessing herself.
I didn’t say a word. She saw the way my gaze stayed on her instead of the bed.
Her eyes widened for a moment, then she straightened in her chair, set her notebook aside, and gripped the edges of the seat like she was preparing herself.
She understood what I needed before I asked, and she was going to do it despite the others being in the room.
“Lana,” I said, my voice cutting through the silence. “Come here.”
She hesitated for a moment, her eyes filled with excitement and caution.
I could see the conflict in her expression.
She was battling the desire to please me and the nervousness of performing such an intimate act in front of everyone.
But she chose this. She had been the one offering to be my fluffer.
That alone took a lot of courage, and I didn’t dismiss that.
She rose from her chair before taking slow steps toward me.
As she approached, I could feel Madison and Kira’s eyes on us.
They had made their feelings about Lana clear earlier, and I knew this would be a challenge for her.
But I also knew she was capable of rising above this and standing her ground like she always did.
I watched her take a deep breath when she stepped in front of me, her eyes holding mine as she waited for direction. Before I gave her any, I needed to make sure she wanted this as much as I did.
“You okay?” I asked, studying every inch of her face.
“Yes, I’m okay.”
I nodded once. “You want to do this?”
She hesitated, letting her gaze drop to my cock, then over to the girls on the bed. I didn’t rush her. I wanted her to understand what this moment meant. When she looked back up at me, she surprised me.
“Of course. I was the one offering.”
A small smirk pulled at my mouth. I lifted my free hand and cupped her cheek. “Good. Get on your knees.”
She did, lowering herself in front of me with steady movements. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, full of trust and determination.
“What is she doing here?” Madison asked, her voice laced with disgust. “She’s not part of the scene.”
I turned to her, my expression firm. “Lana is my fluffer.” I didn’t give any more context, but it was enough to make both girls grimace.
Kira rolled her eyes and scoffed. “This is ridiculous. You never needed a fluffer before. And she’s, like, not even in the porn industry. She doesn’t belong on a set like this.”
My jaw tightened, and I let the weight of my stare settle on them. “Lana belongs wherever I say she belongs, and I expect you to respect that. Now, unless you have something constructive to add, I suggest you focus on your roles and leave the rest to me.”
They fell silent, and I turned back to Lana. “You know what to do,” I said, my voice softening slightly, but still carrying the underlying command.
She nodded, her hands coming up to wrap around my cock.
I could feel the tension in the room, and the weight of everyone’s gazes on us, but I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing solely on Lana.
Her touch was gentle but sure, her fingers securely wrapped around my shaft.
I felt the heat of her breath on my skin, the anticipation building with each passing second.
She looked up at me, and I gave her a nod.
“Use your mouth,” I told her, my voice a low growl. “Show me what you can do.”
She leaned in, her lips capturing the head of my cock.
Her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, and I let out a groan, my hands finding their way to her hair to guide her movements.
She took me deeper with perfect suction, her mouth feeling hot and wet around me.
I could feel the pleasure building, my body tensing with each stroke of her tongue, each pull of her lips.
The room faded away, and the only thing that mattered was the sensation of her mouth on me.
“Look at me,” I told her, cupping her jaw with one hand while keeping the other in her hair. “Show me those pretty blues.”
She looked up at me with her eyes wide but steady, and she was fully present.
There was a clear readiness to follow through on what she’d agreed to, which made this whole situation hotter than it already was.
Her mouth stayed on me with control, and she used the right pressure, keeping her pace, and adjusting when I shifted my stance.
She didn’t break focus. She sucked harder, and my body reacted fast. But I knew I couldn’t let her take me over the edge.
Her job was to make me hard, not make me come. But, fuck, was it hard not to let go.
When her pace increased, waves of pleasure crashed through me.
I needed to be careful. As much as I wanted to release my cum in her mouth, I had to hold it back.
I hated the idea of the other girls finishing me off after Lana did all the work beforehand.
And I still had to let myself admit that she made me feel things I never had.
Those feelings irritated me because no woman had ever had me in a chokehold like Lana did.
I fisted her hair and tightened my grip on her jaw, slightly pushing her back. “That’s enough.”
She stopped immediately, lifting her head and sitting back on her heels while she waited for me to say something else.
I reached down and grabbed her hand to help her up.
When she stood, I pulled her against my body, pressing a kiss to her lips before looking at her again. “You did well. I’m proud of you.”
Lana’s body tightened, but she wasn’t uncomfortable with my praise.
Rocco let out a slow whistle. “Jesus…you sure you don’t want her in the actual film? Because she could pull it off. I’ve seen less prepared auditions.”
Lana’s cheeks flushed. She looked embarrassed, but not ashamed, almost like she only now remembered we weren’t the only ones in the room.
There was pride in the way she held herself upright.
She’d stepped into something difficult, something she had no experience with, and she handled it without falling apart.
In a way, I was worried that this was just a facade, and that the moment she thought about it for too long, she would crumble. I’d keep an eye on that.
“She did more than fine,” I said, glancing at the room. “She earned her place here today. So treat her with respect, or you won’t be back for the next project.”
Madison’s jaw tightened. Kira looked like she wanted to roll her eyes again, but thought twice. I turned back to Lana.
“Stay close,” I told her. “I might need you again later.”
She nodded once, then moved back to her chair.
I took a steady breath and turned to the bed, positioning myself in front of the girls. The room was tense, with Madison and Kira still annoyed, but my focus was on keeping things under control. And with her sitting just off to the side, I knew I could.