The following chapter contains explicit material intended for an 18+ audience ONLY.

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Going in through the back entrance of the hotel, my heart is pounding. I pull my hoodie as far over my face as possible and stare at the floor to avoid the cameras. As quickly as I can manage, I go down the hall and run into the elevator as a guest leaves. I swipe the card and press the button a million times to make the doors close.

Giving Mickey my phone turned out to be quite the mistake. He spent the whole day texting me until I agreed to come back and let him record us. I told him I wasn't willing to show my face, and that he couldn't use my real name, but neither seemed like problems to him. I couldn't say no after that. He was already my favorite, and now that I met him, liked him, and fucked him, I was running back to him like a sprung idiot.

I knew this was a risk, but Mickey was a drug, and I was addicted. I had never had sex even close to as good as it was with him, and I wasn't sure I ever would again. A deep, secret part of me wanted to have video evidence that this actually happened. Another, more superficial part, just wanted to do it again.

The elevator stops on the third floor and my heart sinks. The doors open and two familiar faces walk in: my boss, Terry, and Maria G. I immediately turn away and try not to scream. I stand as if I'm on the phone, and laugh a fake laugh, hoping they won't talk to me. What am I doing? I think. I work here. They're going to recognize me. 

My heart pounds in my ears, as I wait for the inevitable. They seem involved in their own conversation, but the seconds pass like minutes nonetheless. We stop at the next floor and when the doors open, they walk out, still talking among themselves. I pull my hood down over my eyes and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

The elevator stops on the top floor and I walk out. I go to Mickey's room, take a deep breath, and use the keycard.

"Hey! You made it!" Mickey says when I walk in. He looks at me and gives me a wide, gleaming smile.

He is setting up a camera on a tripod at the edge of the bed. He's shirtless, and his low-hung pants are unzipped and barely staying over the boxer briefs on his narrow hips. His smooth skin looks moisturized and touchable. My previous nervousness turns to excitement, my body coming alive with thoughts of what will happen soon. "Hi..." I remember to say when I realize I've been staring.

He gestures for me to come over to the desk. "I have to have you sign some paperwork. Consent forms, NDA's and such." He hands me a clipboard with four papers. "Please read everything, but basically, by signing you agree that I can use your imagery on my website, including nudity and explicit content. I marked through a portion to disallow the use of your face in order to protect your anonymity." He points to the portions of the pages. "Be sure to initial those as well."

My head is spinning, but he seemed so used to all this. I suppose it was his job, but he understood it on a very legal basis, more like a lawyer rather than an actor-slash-model. I was impressed. But mostly horny.

He hands me more pieces of paper. "These are my blood tests from earlier this week. This says I'm currently negative for all infectious diseases, but I'm required to tell you that I have been sexually active in the past two weeks, so the results may not be completely conclusive." I nod, knowing full well how STI's work. "I will still use a condom during all penetrative sex for your protection, but please be sure to review before signing the last sheet."

Trying to keep up, I read through every paragraph and sign each sheet. I hand it back to him.

He grins. "Great." He takes the papers from me and puts them on the desk next to his laptop. "I have two cameras. The DSLR on the tripod, set up in the general fucking zone, and my handheld here," he holds up a nice, smaller camera with a short lens. "This one is for closer, more detailed shots. Things will probably be a bit slower so I can make sure the cameras are getting what I want. I hope you don't mind."

Slower only means more time with him inside me. I shake my head. "I don't."

"Good. Did you wear what I asked you to?"

"Yes." I lift the hoodie and pull down on the corner of my sweatpants to reveal the garter belt.

"Good girl." I strip the raggedy hoodie over my head, revealing the lacy bra that matches my panties. I kick off my shoes and remove the pants, feeling much more worthy of his company in my best lingerie. I look to him for approval.

He trails his finger along the inside of my stocking, then all the way up the middle of my body to my neck. My breathing quivers excitedly.

He tilts my chin up to look him in the eyes. "Are you ready?"

I nod. "Could I start this time?" He gives me a confused look. I slide my fingers into the front of his underwear, feeling the ridges of the deep V of his abs, just above what I was really after.

He smiles. "Whatever you want, baby."

We go to the bed, and he strips off his pants. I wait patiently as he presses a button on the camera next the bed and fiddles with the little camera in his hands. After a minute passes, I can't bear to wait anymore, so I grab him with my hand and start to stroke him. He gives me a grin but continues with his work.

He sets the little camera on a book near his hip, and then smiles at me and reclines back onto his hands. "Show me what you got, gorgeous."

I lie on my stomach, take him in my mouth. I suck as hard as possible, working up and down his length to get him up. When he hardens, I lick him from root to tip. I swirl my tongue around the head slowly as I look him in the eyes. He seems pleased. Just wait until I show you my magic trick, I think. I corkscrew my hand down his shaft, my mouth following, as I take him all the way to the back of my throat. I take a relaxing exhale, and sink him even deeper.

"Fuck!" he groans, and runs his fingers through the top of my hair. I continue for a while, enjoying the taste of him, the power I have to drive him crazy. When his breathing becomes ragged, I stop. He looks down at me pleadingly. "No, don't stop." I reach for the condom and tear it open. "Where did you learn how to do that?" he asks me as I roll it on him.

I remove my panties, toss them off the bed carelessly, and then crawl up to straddle him. "College," I say with a smile, as I lower myself onto him slowly.

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