New Headquarters

Noelle was studying a script in the conference room the morning after Blake's departure.

She's waiting for his call. Noelle got occupied with their last night's sex.

"I'd say it's better to have the doggie position than the vanilla one," his charismatic partner suggested. Noelle highlighted the scene he's stating and read the other ones. The air went silent once again as she flipped the pages over.

Here they go again: Noelle is going wild with another guy.

"Whatever suits you is fine for me. I don't have any choice. You are the dominant one in this short film."

Noelle placed the suggestions she had for tomorrow and pushed it in front of him.

Carl, who is situated in between the rankings of 85 and 86, skimmed the positions and emotions she would display. Raising an eyebrow, Carl got confused by the expressions. They had a solid hardcore sex filming ranging 2 hours in span.

"2 hours, eh? That's too long for a hardcore sex. I bet I'll be sore at the end."

Carl snickered, and hitched a slip of approval below the text she wrote. Noelle retrieved it, signing it with her name. What's delusional about being a porn star is that they inform themselves not to be pregnant. The females drink contraceptive pills to resist the formation of embryo inside her uterus.

Whereas the male, well, they don't have anything to discuss further after the orgasm release.

"You're going to be sore if we're not going to rest. 2 hours continuous rounds are too long to decipher, but I know we can do it. The directors will be there to guide you and we are going to be fine, Ms. Iris."

Just the standard clue in everything, the sex is guided by a certain master in the same act. They were not strict about the rules: temptation, sucking, nibbling and licking, those were the 4 main goals everyone wanted to achieve being a porn star.

"By the way, how are you and Blake doing? I've heard he transferred to another branch."

Was that some kind of public news? Why is everyone asking her about the same thing?

"Where did you hear the news? Did Blake tell you that?"

Carl shrugged, stating, "Not really. I just found out on rumors. I am actually finding enough reason to clamber on you since you're the most beautiful person I have seen."

A certain twist in Carl's tongue was enough to make Noelle pushed back the seat and roll her eyes. Everyone here is a pervert, and she doesn't like the results of the experience they had as a porn star. She retrieved her bag and went to the door, but Carl hitched her back, apologizing by the complimented joke.

"You're beautiful, and that's true. Porn stars have flowery tongues."

Noelle didn't say anything and escaped the room after dealing with the agreement.

"Noelle, I'm sorry!"

…

Blake roamed around the new hotel room he was designated into. Across from his temporary home was the name he avoided the most: Monica Ellis. Blake tut his tongue, knowing the string of fate was challenging him with temptation.

Blake rolled the luggage inside the room but then, someone called his name.

"Hi, Blake!" Monica's heels click clacked on the marble tiles. He disliked that sound.

Blake pursed his lips, and turned to her with drowsy eyes. It had been 8 hours after his last sleep and his body became numb already. Blake wanted to rest for a while before mingling in with the new porn stars at the hotel grounds.

"Hi, you are promoted here, too, right? I have the same fate as you."

She was wearing a bronze-colored eye shadow and the winged-sharp tip of eyeliner. Monica unzipped the jacket from her arms and dangled it at the handle of her luggage. She smelled great. It wafted in his nose like a cooked waffle drizzled with honey.

"You are going to like being submissive here? Are you serious?" Blake squint his eyes. At the main headquarters, they followed a code. The dominant trait being on the top of a submissive one and the latter being underneath all the time, some of them were labeled as sex slaves.

"Being submissive is a blessing. I've been a dominant to all of the newbies."

Blake was surprised to her attitude. Yes, it's true, she's always the rider, and men don't retaliate with her hotness. Blake was close to being one, but he gave the project up as Noelle would be seriously jealous.

"Plus, men like someone riding on them. Seriously, are you not one of them?"

Blake remembered Noelle's teary eyes the moment he confessed his love.

"Of course, I like someone sucking my cock. Don't you like it when your pussy is wet?"

No censored words traveled out of their tongue when they're in workplace, and now, he's being vulgar. It made Monica laugh, crossing her arms over her chest, her smile a tease to Blake's increasing puzzlement. Noelle isn't around, so she bets…

"You are here to have a job, too, Blake, and you're ordered to be in this hallway, across from me. Now…"

She took a step forward menacingly. Blake didn't step backward or even rush inside the bedroom. He wanted to hear what Monica would say. Something must be wrong in his system, because he promised Noelle about the trust she gave.

She reached a fair distance, where both of them were looking straight in the eye.

"What's with the smirk you have?" Blake asked.

"It's because I am attracted to you," Monica stated.

The rage in his heart got exchanged with sudden burst of sparks. To be honest, Monica's appeal varied from Noelle's beauty. She was wild, feisty, unable to back down from a fight, and dauntless in every situation. Monica showed how brave she could be.

"From the very first time you walk in that room, I am damn captivated to you, Blake. You are such a great inspiration to look up from. I want to be a popular porn star like you."

Blake never heard it from Noelle. For her, their job is an embarrassment. Selling their bodies on bed and on websites was such a nasty thing to bring up on her lately. She was being sensitive about their acts, like it was the most disgusting play they did on Earth.

But Monica… they were telling the truth about her wild behavior.

"How can you say that to me when I have a girl, Monica?" Blake stated.

"There's nothing wrong with professing my admiration to you, Blake. At least, I had the time to say it. Noelle must not be that vocal about her feelings with the job the two of you had done for years."

Monica never wanted to barge in their relationship, but she perfectly crossed the line.

The new headquarters meant a new mistress to swing by.

"You are such a golden flower that shouldn't be wasted in the trash. No one can see your value rather than me."

Blake hitched his breath, tucking in his cold hands inside his jacket, knuckling it inside the cloth. Monica took another step forward and tipped her toes, revealing the darker side of her face. She closed her eyes, barely thinking of anything else, and held his chest.

Blake tried to get away from her but her lips found his. He got intimidated.

This was not the first time they both kissed. It actually happened multiple times already.

Monica slung her hands on his neck, opening his mouth with her powerful tongue. Blake didn't have some time to process things, because he was already kissing her!

No one was around to help him. Blake already has the power to push her away, but he didn't.

"You should promise me, too, Blake. You are the one holding my future trust. If you're going to break it now, for sure, you'll be having a sleeping time with Monica."

The words echoed inside Blake's head. The trust Noelle gave him before his departure resonated repeatedly as he responded with Monica's kiss. It's hard to control the seduction, and how it introduced a new excitement in his veins. It was coursing through his body like an endless river of joy.

"Monica Ellis is nothing to me, my honeybunch. She is just a co-worker. Someone I know inside the company. You know that, Noelle, and stop doubting and comparing yourself from her. She is different from you, and she has no charms, to be honest."

But he was pushed to the wall without hesitation. Blake removed his jacket, and let the steam of their kiss get in their way. Monica held his crotch without retaliating. Blake untangled the ties from her crop top and let her loose it. In the middle of the hallway, Monica and Blake torridly connect to each other.

"Take care, Noelle. You are going to be the next popular porn star."

Blake forgot he has a girlfriend all along.