And Top Performer Goes To... (Closed to BassPlayerRob)

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Name: Alex Caron, A.K.A.-Emo Sex Goddess
Age: 22
Hair Color: She had dyed it black with red highlights and blue highlights as well (Avatar) a few years ago, keeping it updated and fresh.
Eye Color: Bright Blue
Height: 5"4
Breasts: C40
Profession: Female pornstar

Alex had never been quite the one to fit in. Throughout her childhood, she had been more interested in what the adults were doing behind closed doors, to why some boys would be interested in girls with short skirts and low tops. When she had hit puberty, she had been elated to be growing breasts and maturing.

She had matured young, having her C cupped breasts by the time she was thirteen years of age, her hourglass figure as well, which drew the guys in, like taking candy from a baby. She had lost her virginity at age 15, and needless to say, she was in love. With sex, of course.

You may as well say what you're thinking, she was a slut. She knew it. She would wear the sluttiest clothes possible, just to get a guy's attention, she loved it. She was the biggest tease out there, and when she wanted someone, she wasn't afraid to let them know.

The day she turned eighteen, she hit the local porn industry, having signed up a week previous, even doing her interview, she was taken to the manager himself for coming at age 17. The company had planned on banning her for doing such thing, but the manager caught the glint in her eye, the excitation she showed, and had taken an eye for her, immediately telling her to come back the day she turned eighteen, when they hired her.

She'd been working the industry for five years now, who had known that when she signed up, she would become one of the world's hottest women? Everybody wanted her, she had people begging her to join their company, leave her own company for theirs, men begging to fuck her, but she didn't care about average men now, she had fallen in love with porn, performing, and the all around concept of porn, of fucking for hours, of hardcore fucking, she loved all of it.

IC:

Wiping the sweat from her brow, Alex takes a towel from the rack, blotting at her neck and breasts, one of her assistants fanning her with a stack of papers as she lays on a desk, having just finished a threesome with some stunning young men. They weren't much older than her, but they really knew how to get her off. She laughed in sheer pleasure as she heard her name being called out.

Sitting up on the desk, Alex spreads her legs and looks around until she sees the producer of all walking into setting. He walks up, gives her a hug and kiss on the cheek as he playfully squeezes her cheeks with the biggest grin possible.

"That was fantastic. Man, your scenes get better and better, you're perfect doll." He winks.

"Well they don't call me the Emo Sex Goddess for no reason." Alex says with a grin and a wink as she hops down from the desk, her breasts jiggling. "Did you need me for some reason?" She asks curiously, drinking out of her bottle of water.

"Yeah, faculty meeting. Be in the board room, five minutes. Don't worry about clothes." He says with a smirk.

"Wow, sure does give me a lot of time, thanks Chris!" Alex called after him as he jogs off.

Slowly making her way to the board room, Alex still somehow ended up as one of the first people in the room. Looking around, Alex scowled upon seeing a group of guys toward the back. Drake just happened to be with them. 'Gosh, that man infuriates me.' She thought to herself.

She wanted to go back there and say something, but Chris came in the room at that moment as the rest of the performers began to come in, some topless, some pants-less, some performers simply nude, like herself. She took her seat in the front row and listened as Chris began to talk.

Alex quickly became bored, what was he going on and on about anyhow? When she looked up, he was staring at her as if she were stupid. She straightened up in her chair and looked up as Drake was standing next to Chris in the front. Oh god, what had he done now?

"What?" She asked with a bit of an edge.

"I told you to come up here, now come on." Chris told her while giving her the look to calm down.

Standing up from her chair, Alex stood next to Chris and Drake, forcing a smile as she looked at him, wanting to know what this is was all about.

"Ladies and gents, you see these two? They are your competition." Chris said excitedly, making Alex look at him curiously. "Drake here is your main man. The Ink-Machine, he's pulling in thousands of dollars each day, his rates have gone through the roof, he's the hottest man in Hollywood." He said with a grin, making her frown.

"Alex on the other hand, our very own Emo Sex Goddess, or as I like to call her, our Emo Sex Doll, is also pulling in more than enough money each day, I'd like to know what she's doing with all of it. She's number one on every Top 100 women list, her body is insured for millions, she's the hottest woman in Hollywood, much less the world for that matter."

"My point is, they know what they're doing, what they need to do, and how to do it correctly. If you don't already, you should want to be them!" He said, trying to make his point loud and clear. "My point is, there's a prize up for grabs. I talked it over with the company, and I think our top performer should receive a prize for his, or her hard work." He says with a big grin while hitting the projector button.

A picture of a gorgeous island comes to view, "Hawaii!" Flashing across the screen. Pictures of a famous, remarkable resort come on the slides, pictures of inside, pictures of the island, the ocean, of everything. The last slide includes:

-An international vacation trip for 2.
-Top Performer of the month shall receive this prize.
-You must have the most rates, the most views, the highest popularity.
-Favoritism will not be shown among the contestants.

Alex's eyes widened as she realized what was up for grabs, she was so close, Drake was her only real competition. She swallowed the tightness in her throat as the lights were turned on and all the actors broke out in conversation between one another.

"That being said." Chris said loudly. "I think you all should get back to work." He says with a smile, dismissing everyone.

Alex turns slowly and looks at you before a sexy smile appears on her face.

"Yeah Drake, get back to work, you're going to need it." She says in a seductive voice.

((I really do like your hair but that's going to be the first thing Drake targets.))

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Name : Drake Brooks, Aka The Ink Machine
Age : 26
Hair Style: Cut down to a messy mop of hair.
Height: 6'0"
Profession Male Pornstar.

Drake had been a hot commodity even when he first met Alex, near the start of her career. He had 4 years experience over her when she entered the industry. The first time the tattooed punk had met the girl, he had admired her for keeping true to her own style. He had even dated her for a while. However, their good times together didn't last.

See, Drake was a smartass, and even though he had the body of a god and the clever wit of the devil, he sometimes rubbed people the wrong way. After a period of dating, it seemed that Alex couldn't accept that part of Drake and one night they had a fight. After the words "Mouthy motherfucker," and "Conceited bitch" were thrown around they knew the relationship was over.

Still, to this day Drake secretly admires her and wonders how things could have been different.

Fast forward to present day...

Drake had somehow been roped into being in the same room as Alex by this big wig producer. He had on no shirt, showing off his tattooed upper body, and a pair of jeans. He had been getting dressed to leave the set on a separate part of the studio when he was called in here. He did his best during the man's speech to ignore his naked ex-girlfriend in the room who was staring at him.

The producer had Drake stand by him during the presentation as he showed clips of Drake's latest skin flick, the 12th in his hot-selling Inkubus series, and then showed whatever project Alex had been working on that Drake didn't care about. When the clips ended Chris called Alex to come to the front by Drake. The dumb bitch was staring into space. When she came out of whatever lala land she was in, Drake just gave her a look that they both knew well, his "You're a dumbass" look.

When Chris showed the video for the grand prize, Drake was getting uneasy standing right beside the gorgeous nude form of his former girlfriend. After all, he had never actually hadd sex with her, and old feelings from years gone by started to rise up in him, only for him to swiftly put them out with memories of their break up.

After the presentation Alex had apparently decided to talk trash with him. Drake smiled. She had apparently forgotten how good he was at that.

"Last I checked, Oh Goddess, I was still ahead in the numbers." He paused and looked her up and down. "Who does your hair? Beetlejuice?!"

(Darn it.)

Alex turns toward him, glaring at him ruthlessly. She seriously despised this man, she could feel her anger flaring. Yeah, she may have liked him at one point of her life, really liked him, but had ruined it, with that god-awful mouth he has. Just like was now.

A humorless laugh left her lips as she heard his words. "I could say the same to you, looks like a mop atop that big head of yours, you might wanna go see your barber, babe." She snapped. "And you might wanna talk to your manager, I'm clearly ahead by ten percent and the new movie being released tonight of mine will clearly make that double. Time to go crying to Todd." She snap once more, referring to your agent.

Taking another step toward him, she pushed a finger against his chest, glaring up at his face. "Don't be upset that I ruined part of your status around here. After all, we dated for three months and you didn't even fuck me. Everyone thinks a pornstar's easy, yeah? And yet you never got there, but went around bragging to your buddies. Sorry for popping your bubble superstar, but don't go running your mouth without proof to back it up next time. Now if you'll excuse me, I have plans already."

Pushing past you, I grab my things from my chair and then leave the room without another word. I have another movie setup tonight, open studio. Since the prize has been setup for grabs, anybody is allowed to come onto sets and watch movies now, guys and girls alike. She wondered who would be in her audience tonight.

Mentioning Drake's agent pissed him off. Repeating the same falsehood that started their argument years ago made him absolutely livid. He quickly moved after her, not caring who or what he had to knock down to get to her.

"HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?! I'M A SMARTASS, NOT A LIAR!" He swiftly closed the distance with Alex and grabbed her by the shoulders to make sure she didn't leave this conversation till he was done. "I didn't have sex with you those whole 3 months because I thought we had a connection and I wanted to take it slow and get it right! My buddies saw me with you and automatically assumed we were having hot wild sex. How many times do I have to say this to you before you get it through your skull?"

Alex rolled her eyes as she heard his words being yelled at her from the room she had left him in. She continued walking away from him until she felt a hand grabbing her, spinning her around, holding onto her tightly. She followed the defined chest until she met his eyes, glaring at him as she sent him daggers with her icy blue.

"We did have a connection, but you fucking ruined it, you arrogant asshole!" She yelled back at him. "Yeah right, I bet you tell all the girls that. And it was so convincing at the time as you laughed and played along with them, making gestures of smacking my ass, sure does show just how much assumption your guys were making and how much truth you were telling, right?" She remarked sarcastically.

"I won't let anything belonging to you get through my skull, especially your words." She spat at him before slapping his chest hard, obviously not affecting him though. "Now let go of me, you conceited bastard!" She yelled, trying to pull his hand from her shoulder.

"Everything okay here?" Rob asked, stepping over to the arguing pair. Rob had been hired a few weeks after she had released her first movie, becoming her personal bodyguard, he had looked after her all along, and knew how aggressive Drake could be.

Looking downwards, Alex pushed her hair out of her face and then looked back up at Rob. "Everything is okay here, go back to my studio." She said quietly.

"But Ms. Carson-"

"Really, it's fine, Rob. I can fight my own battles." She told him reassuringly.

Once he left them alone, she turned back around, her hand slapping his cheek. "Don't ever touch me like that again." She told him angrily with a glare before walking away once more.

Drake stood there and took her abuse. If there was one code of ethics that she knew he followed, it was that he couldn't hit women. (Unless, of course, he was asked to on set, but that was different.) As she walked off he sighed and realized that she might be right about his career. So he called Todd.

"Drakey-baby, what's happening," inquired the voice on the other end of the phone.

"Cut the crap, Todd. Are my numbers going down below Alex's?"

"Well, yeah, but that's no big deal. Everybody hits a rough pa--"

"Shut your face, Todd. You remember those parody movies I told you I would never do? Well sign me onto one. In addition, I want to go into directing."

"Directing the parody movies?"

"Fuck no. Just give me a director's position on one of the new hot upcoming projects."

"Well as a matter of fact a new film is being made with the studio that needs a director, but you're not going to get along with the star who signed the contract."

"Who?"

"Alex Caron."

Drake grinned ear to ear. "Get me that director's spot and exclusive control. I will be swinging by your office for the script. I have a premiere to go to tonight. This is going to be great, Todd. Trust me."

Drake hung up and went to his car, happy as could be.

Hearing nothing but silence behind her, she thanked whoever was watching over her that day. She seriously did not need his crap at the moment. She quickly made her way to her dressing room, nodding to Rob on her way in her door that everything was okay. She may not like Drake, but she didn't hate him. There had always been something about him that drew her eye to him.

Alex was glad for the distraction when her hairdresser and makeup artist came surging into the room, saying that they had to get her ready for tonight's breakthrough. One of the girls were gossiping on how they had already found a new director for the movie, of how everything was going to be perfect.

Her hair and makeup took at least two hours to do, probably more. She stopped focusing and listening when the women started to talk about some of the performer's package size. She was around cock and pussy all day, she didn't want to think about it during her down time as well. After finishing her appearance, she pulled on a pink robe and had take out Chinese with one of her close friends while on set.

Alex looked at her phone, it was nearing eight o' clock, that was their set time to start. She had a small script, mostly memorized, she was just curious to who was going to be directing her. Making sure her makeup and hair was in set condition, she was told that the director would be here soon. He had to check over costume and set to make sure things were set to his standards, then she would be dressed.

She really hoped that the new director was either somebody she knew well and like, or somebody knew that she would be able to get along with well. She didn't know what she would do, if it were somebody she disliked. After signing her contract, she seriously doubted she could get out of this movie.

Drake dropped by his studio apartment to shower and put on a suit he rarely got the chance to wear. He put on a pair of shades and swung by Todd's to pick up his copy of the script.

When it came close to time he strutted into the studio like he owned the place. Drake knew the production side of the industry well, which was why it was so easy for him to get the director's chair. He began checking with the light and sound crew first to see that everything was to his liking. After making sure the crew had some colored gels and filters to make the lighting softer during some of the more intimate scenes, he sat down to wait for the arrival of his star, his head buried in the script.

Alex was ushered onto set, wearing nothing but a robe as she had been yet told what to wear. She tapped her heeled foot against the ground as her manager, Michelle found out where she were to see the director out. Once lead to the actual set of shooting, she walked up to the mysterious man who was buried beneath his script and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, I need your confirmation on what to wear." She said, slightly impatient. "I'm Alex, Alex Carson." She told him softly. "I hope you don't mind." She added as she pulled the script down, to only meet Drake's face. Glaring, she looked at him and then to Michelle, and back to Drake. "What are you doing here? This is some kind of sick joke, right?" She asked before looking back to Michelle. "Did you know about this?" She asked hatefully.

Michelle bit her lip, looking at her as if lost for words. "I-uh, yes Alex, I found out a few hours ago. I didn't want to say anything, because I didn't want to worry you. It's not like you can do anything, you signed the contract."

Letting out a small scream of aggravation, she crossed her arms and tapped her foot once more. "Fine, whatever. Just tell me what to wear so I can get this over with." She told him, looking away from him.

Drake grinned as Alex came to the realization of the situation she was in. "Wear the maid's outfit. And I hope you can act like you can clean better than you actually can." The last time he had visited her place it was a mess. When they were a couple he was surprised to find out she knew pretty much NOTHING of cooking or cleaning. He had to do most of it.

"Now hurry a long, I'm rather busy trying to make a movie here."

Crossing her arms frustratedly, Alex glared at him. Yeah it was true, she was a tad bit high maintenance, but being in the top ten hottest women on Earth, who wouldn't be? She liked a man who knew how to cook and clean, to take care of her for a change. Growing up, her mother had been a slave over the stove, doing laundry, and constantly doing dishes, that would never be Alex.

Sending one last glare toward Drake, she pushed his script down from his face and arched a brow. "Don't worry, sweetie. As you can obviously see, I'm a great actor. Fooled you for months, anyhow." Smirking, she spun on her heel and walked out of the room before he could get another word in.

Holding the maid's outfit away from her body, she rolled her eyes. She took her time pulling on the black lace thong, the matching black bra that was tight around her bust, straining against the weight of her breasts. Next, she pulled on the thigh-length fishnet stockings, and then the actual costume, short enough to where when she bent over, her ass showed.

Smiling at her appearance, she let her long multi-colored hair down, touched up her makeup, and then slowly walked out of her dressing room, her black heels clicking against the tile floor as she pulled her black gloves on that reached her elbows. Wiggling her fingers enticingly, Alex grabbed her duster, walking on the set.

"Where's Ryan?" She called out, asking for her male performer.

Drake snapped his fingers and called one of his assistants. "Go find where the fuck her partner is. And he better have a good fucking excuse for keeping us waiting." Drake merely looked over to Alex and shrugged. "We'll find him. You eaten yet?"

Alex jumped slightly at the sound of his loud yelling. She ran her hands through her hair as she walked over to the couch on set, sitting on the outter edge, the arm of the chair. She pulled her ass onto the arm, crossing one leg over the other as she let out a soft breath, returning Drake's shrug with one of her own.

"A little bit, never quite got to finish." She admitted softly. "And Ryan's probably just running a little late, because his dad's been sick lately." She told him truthfully. She wasn't that disappointed, gave her more time to get into character actually.

Drake shrugged at what she said about Ryan. "So I won't yell at him for this one. But Hollywood's a cut-throat city, and my niceness will only carry the kid so far. Now let's get you something to eat."

Then Drake turned to the production staff. "Take Ten everyone! And that means I expect to see you back here, ready to roll in 10 minutes, not that I have to find you!"

He then turned to Alex. "You can't be soft with the production crew or nothing ever gets done. Now you wouldn't mind PB&J would you? I have some in my mini fridge in my dressing room on the other side of the building."

A small hint of a smile appeared on Alex's face as Drake said he would go easy on Ryan this time, maybe he wasn't so bad after all. But she couldn't think like that at a time like this, he was her enemy. If she wanted that vacation, she had to work her ass off, and Drake was just trying to get on her side, to be nice to her, to distract her.

When she looked back up at him, he was asking if she would mind Peanut Butter and Jelly. Arching a brow with a smile, she shrugged while standing up from the arm of the couch.

"I guess I can settle for that." She teased with a grin. "Oh but I was expecting so much more from you, big boy. Romantic candle-light dinner as we watched your newest Incubus movie." She teased once more as she walked toward him, her heels clicking against the tile floor as she let him lead her toward his dressing room.

"But I meant what I said." She said seriously, in a softer tone, looking over at him as they walked. "Ryan is a nice guy, he's a great performer, he does what he's told when he's told to do it. He called me earlier to inform me he might be a little late, he had to take his dad to the hospital, because his condition was getting worse. But I have full belief that he'll be here within the next twenty minutes." She told him truthfully as her phone vibrated in her hand.

Looking down at the text, she grinned. "Yupp, he's on his way now. He sends his apologies and he'll be here within ten minutes, ready in fifteen or so." She smiles. "I have a good feeling about this film." She said softly, more to herself than anything.

As they reached his dressing room, she pushed the door open, walked in, and went to go sit on his counter top, her back against the mirror as she looked over at him.

"Nice room, when did you get upgraded?" She asked curiously. The last time she had been in his dressing room, was when they had dated, and he had been in one of the lower-maintenance rooms.

Drake smirked as she teased him. "Well I never watch my movies unless I can reenact the scenes in them. You probably wouldn't go for anything so tame."

He nodded his head as she talked to him about Ryan. "I'm not cold blooded enough to ignore when someone is in a tough situation. However, I know plenty of directors who would, so I also don't wanna give him any expectations for the future. I'll be nice for now."

As he opened the door for her, she commented about the improvement of his room. "Well when I hit it big, suddenly I had a lot of power in my contract negotiations. This is one of the things I got out of it." He got some peanut butter and grape jelly out of the fridge, along with a loaf of bread and a knife from a drawer. "Do me a favor and go over to the mirror and grab a few paper towels."

Arching a brow with an amused smile on her face, Alex listened to his words about reenacting his scenes. Running a hand through her hair, she shrugged with a playful smirk.

"I wouldn't be so quick to doubt my abilities." She told him with a playful wink.

Alex simply nodded as he talked about Ryan. She knew that most directors would have been dicks, canceled the film or ruined Ryan's record so he couldn't get another movie. Ryan was a good performer, that's why she had requested him. She dangled her feet as she watched him grab ingredients from the fridge for the sandwiches. She nodded to his words as she stood up and walked over to the paper towel dispenser.

She had forgotten about the short costume she was wearing as she slowly bent over the counter, slowly pushing the lever down on the dispenser, making the paper towels come out, her ass in full view encased in the smallest black thong, her costume made specifically for that purpose. She stood back up, ripping the length of paper towels off as she walked over to Drake, handing him the paper towels.

"That enough?"

Drake's eyes widened as Alex's ass slowly came into view, her slit barely obscured by the thin piece of cloth in between her well rounded cheeks. He had the temptation to grab it right here and do some nasty, kinky things to her right here in his dressing room. Maybe it was the fact that they hadn't talked like this since they broke up, but he was haaaving a hard time getting those thoughts out of his head. However, he maintained control and slowly shook himself out of it.

"Come on, Drake," he thought to himself, "you can't be thinking of screwing her every time you see her ass. How the hell are you going to direct a porno with her in it if you can't get your mind past that?!"

When she spoke, he shook himself out of his reverie and said. "Oh yeah sure."

Real smooth, Drake.

He took the paper towels from her and placed two slices of bread on each towel and began spreading peanut butter on them. He used one of the towels wipe the knife clean and then spread the jelly over the slices. He closed up the sandwiches and handed her one.

"Here you go, Alex."

It had been ages since he had called her Alex. He usually called her bitch or goddess or anything laced with profanity.

Alex rolled her eyes at his short reply. She wondered what had gotten into him, but decided to drop the topic. She leaned against the counter top of his sink and mirror while watching him make the sandwiches. She played with her hair absentmindedly as here eyes roamed over his body. It had been a while since they had been in the same room, and had remained completely civilized.

Smiling in amusement to the thought, she looked up at the mentioning of her name. "That's surprising." She thought to herself. "I'm no longer the emo bitch, or goddess of trash, or some stupid little nickname. Taking the paper towel with the sandwich on it, she slowly walked over to where he was standing.

Taking the knife from him before he cleaned the remaining peanut butter from the silvery surface, she placed the knife in her mouth, licking up the remnants, taking her time while coming back up the knife with a smile on her lips. Next, she swiftly cut her sandwich in half, cleaned the knife once more with her mouth and gave it back to him.

"Thank you." She told him softly, a glint in her eye before she grabbed her paper towel and sandwich, walking toward the door. "Might want to make our way back to the set, Ryan should be close to being ready by now."

Alex looked around before she spotted her phone on the counter. Walking back across the spacious room, she bent across the counter once more, reaching for her phone, her ass coming into view once more before she straightened back out, walked back to the door, and waited for him to join her before she began to walking down the hallway, toward her set.

She slowly ate her sandwich, finishing just as she walked onto set, getting a few strange looks from some of the camera crew. She rolled her eyes, dismissing them as she took a drink of her bottle of water, her eyes spotting Ryan walking into the view. She walked over to him, giving him a hug, telling him that everything was fine since Drake was going to cut him some slack. She squealed in surprise as he picked her up, spinning her around, the skirt of her costume raising and flapping as she laughed softly.

"Let's save your energy for the film." She teased him with a wink as they walked back over to Drake. "Mmkay, everything's set. Let's make us a movie." She said softly with a smile.

Drake watched as Alex licked the knife clean right in front of him. Whether she knew it or not, she was slowly driving Drake insane with her sexy teasing. 'Oh this is just not fair, he thought.

When she handed him the knife he had to take a few seconds to get all the other things he wanted her to do with her mouth, but he snapped out of it and placed the knife down on the table. He started eating his sandwich to distract himself, and it helped his control slightly when she once again bared her beautiful ass to him by bending over the counter.

He followed her out of his dressing room, quickly eating his sandwich to distract himself from the beautiful swaying as in front of him. When he returned to the set he saw who he assumed was Ryan pick up Alex and swing her in his arms. He felt a slight twinge of jealousy before shaking those thoughts out of his head once again. What the hell is wrong with you, Drake?! Get it together!

He took a deep breaath and then finally returned to his professional demeanor. He walked up and introduced himself to Ryan before turning to him and Alex to review the scene.He began to walk around the set showing them where he wanted them to be, briefly covering the intro segment in order.

He stood by a door that led into the "room" of the set, which included a large coffee table with a glass of wine stitting beside a bottle. "OK Ryan will be sitting there on the sofa and when we play the doorbell sound, like so," he paused for the sound team to play the doorbell sound, "you will go to the door and open it to reveal Ale standing out there. Alex will introduce herself as the maid and Ryan will go back and watch her on the sofa as she bends over to dust things. Then she dusts the table and knocks the glass of wine over, spilling it in your lap Ryan." He pointed to the young male performer. "At which point you'll get angry with her. She will then offer to make things better and that's the lead in to the felatio scene. I will tell you when to switch positions and such from then on. Got it?" He waited for them to nod or state their approval before yelling, "POSITIONS EVERYONE!"

He sat down in his directors chair and waited for both the actors and crew to get in position. He then began to direct. "Lights, Roll Cameras, Roll Sound, Action!"

Ryan sat there on the sofa sipping the wine from the glass till the doorbell rang. He then followed his que and opened the door for Alex, letting her step through. "Can I help you, miss?"

((Hope you don't mind me taking control of Ryan there.))

Alex stood beside Ryan, watching as Drake began to walk around the set, pointing out the different spots and positions they'd be in, the setup of the whole scene, how things would work out. This really did sound like a sexy scene, she was ecstatic. Crossing her arms, a few giggles left her mouth while Ryan would playfully nudge her, making her push him back, occasionally looking over at him or sticking her tongue out at him like a three year old.

When Drake mentioned the spilling of wine and the upcoming felatio scene, she licked her lips slowly with a sexy smile. "Mmm, felatio." She said in a seductive voice. "One of my specialties." She grinned as she saw Ryan tense up in appreciation.

Once Drake took his seat in the director's chair, Alex smoothed her costume out, giving Drake a knowing look before she went to her position behind the door, her hand placed on her hip as she let out a slow breath and then put a smile on her face. If she was going to make this movie, she was going to make it right.

Reaching out slowly, Alex pressed the doorbell, popping the gum in her mouth like she were told to do. Once the door opens, she lets her eyes wander over Ryan's body, a small smile of appreciation finding it's way to her full lips.

Stepping inside the threshold of the "house", Alex pretended to look around at the many different photo's, popping her gum once more.

"Cute family." She said to one of the pictures she was holding before sitting it down and turning to look at him. "Yes, you can help me. Mr.Belmont, yes? Your wife hired me to do some tidying up. She said you can't clean to save your life, and her sister's coming to town next week, she needs the place cleaned up."

Looking over and noticing the glass of wine on the table, she smiles at him. "Go on ahead and enjoy yourself, don't mind me. I'll just do what I'm getting paid for, and you can act like I'm not even here." She told him with a smile as she played with her duster, her fingers running through the soft material of the brush.

Walking over toward the far wall, Alex began to dust things slowly, her heels giving her the advantage the raise up onto her toes and reach things high up on the wall. She placed a few papers into a file on the computer desk before a few of the papers fell underneath the desk.

Looking over at Ryan on the couch, she got down on her knees, her upper half underneath the desk, her bottom half sticking out, her ass raised in the air, fully in view with her costume raising up, her thong putting her ass to glory's view. She slightly wiggled it as she pretended to struggle for the papers. One of her legs stretched out backwards, her other firmly bent as he thong began to grind against her slowly becoming wet pussy, a smile on her face.

"Got it!" She said mostly to her self before standing up slowly, letting her ass scoop as she did so, the paper in hand. Alex began to flit across the room, cleaning various things before she reached the desk right in front of him. She began to tidy up the magazines and papers, her duster working as she pretended not to notice the wine, her duster making impact as the wine tipped over and spilled all over Ryan's pants.

"Oh gosh, I am so sorry!" She acted as she cupped her cheeks, throwing her duster down. "I didn't even see it sitting there! Let me help you." She could hear his words of anger, see the anger in his eyes, but she wasn't really listening.

Alex grabbed a towel that was laying on the ground for this sole purpose as she pushed him back on the couch, quickly swiping at his lap, acting as if she still cared about spilling wine on him. She slowly let the situation dawn on her "character" as a look of lust crossed her face.

Licking her lips slowly, she began to slow her strokes on his lap, her eyes looking up at his face. "Are you sure there's nothing I can't do to help you?" She asked him with a sexy smile, her fingers still brushing against his cock through his jeans.

(No, no. I'm actually glad you did, I was going to ask any how So thank you.)

As soon as Alex bent over Drake the signal for a close up and pan upwards from her sexy legs all the way to her plump round ass.

When she spilled the wine on Ryan's lap, Ryan showed just the right amount of anger. He shouted at her, "Bitch, are you stupid?! Clean this up!" Then when Alex slowly slid down the front of Ryan, both performers slowly began to smile. Drake ordered another close-up of Alex as her face was inches away from Ryan's pants covered manhood. Ryan began undoing hi belt and pants, pulling down both his pants and underwer at the same time, his growing erection bobbing very close to Alexs face.

"Yeah you can pay me back by putting that mouth to work."

Alex smiled up at him as she licked her lips, nodding her head. She was world-wide known for her blowjobs, every reporter that ever had a chance with her, was asking about how she had gotten so good at giving head. She watched as Ryan undressed himself, his hardening cock bobbing in front of her face as she moaned softly.

"Mm, yes sir." She said in a seductive voice, a prize-winning smile on her delectable face.

Taking his cock in hand, Alex slowly stroked his length, her face tilted up toward his own, her eyes watching his as she slowly leaned forward, her mouth covering the head of his cock. She looked up at him, taking everything slow, teasing the hell out of him as she slowly let her mouth take in his cock.

Inch by inch, she took his cock into her mouth. It was no secret that she had no gag reflex, just about everyone who was into porn knew that much about her, it made her famous. She heard a groan leave his mouth as she finally bottomed out on his cock, the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat, slightly pushing forward as she shook her head and mouth around his cock, her fingers grazing his balls as she moaned softly in excitement.

Ryan groaned as Alex used her tongue and mouth with such expertise, every single lick, kiss, and sucking action driving him crazy. He reached down and slid the shoulder straps of her costume down, bringing her perfect round bust into view. His hands began to wander over her magnificent breasts as she continued to suck him off with expert technique.

His hands slowly rubbed her aereolas, then moving on to her hardening nipples as she moaned around his member. Every time he made her moan while sucking his cock, it felt like electricity passed through his entire body.

Alex moaned once more around his cock as she felt the straps of her costume coming off of her shoulders. Letting them fall off of her completely, she felt the cool air surrounding her breasts. She felt his hands moving their way around her breasts until he toyed with her hardening nipples, making them come to a fine point as she moaned around his hard member.

Pulling her mouth back slowly, she let each inch leave her lips, her tongue swirling over his length until she pulled his cock from her mouth, her tongue sticking out as she slapped his cock playfully against her cheeks, lips, and we tongue. She laughed softly before she put his cock back in her mouth, bobbing her head quickly up and down his shaft before swallowing him whole once more, his head pushing at the back of her throat.

Looking up at him, Alex began to hum around his cock, sending vibrations up the length of his cock, letting them travel his length as her fingers massaged his heavy set of balls. She was really getting into it by this point, and loving every moment of it. Who wouldn't? To get paid to have sex, to do something she loved, for money, and be pretty damn good at it as well. She loved life.