Wetness Overload

Blake situated Noelle in an empty room with no windows and peepholes present.

She put down her bag on the table, asking, "You have to make me wet, right?"

Blake retrieved things from the briefcase and nodded.

"You are a virgin, Noelle. One thought of nakedness, and you're already wet."

As an adult, she knew what he's talking about. Blake has enough experience to judge her right. Noelle crossed her arms, nervous and guilty at the same time. She's selling her body now, practically, a huge fraud everyone can stumble.

"How can you even know that? Did you experience it to any other woman?"

Blake closed the briefcase and bit his bottom lip. He turned to her, licking it.

"I tasted a lot of woman, Noelle, if I am too bland for you. They're all the same, actually. You, I just… find you different from them," Blake stated. Noelle raised her eyebrows, scoffing.

He smirked, arranging the sex toys they have to use, but this is going to be hard.

"I prefer fingers," Noelle spoke up, approaching Blake, seeing the toys.

"Wow, Noelle got bolder and suggested her preference," Blake retorted.

"It's my body, my needs. You want to make me wet, use your fingers, Blake. That's the best way, right? The human body is capable of heating his fellow. Sex toys are just added to the list," Noelle uttered. She's right, and it convinced Blake not to use them.

"But my fingers aren't enough to make you wet. You have to cum, too," Blake added.

Noelle wagged her hands, and rolled her eyes. He briefed her about it.

"It's a default in being a porn star, right? I needed that to earn money. Or else, how can sex be that exciting without it?" Noelle didn't even censor her words. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Blake leaned at the table, sensing difference in Noelle's words. He queried, "You sound different after talking to Monica Ellis? Your words became intrepid. Did she say something to you before Lia and I came?"

Noelle didn't react and sprayed sanitizer in her hands.

"I am the only virgin among the trainees. That's a humiliation for me, Blake, because I'm the only different," Noelle released. Blake didn't understand. Being a virgin is good, and her confidence should exude those women getting used multiple times. But she's losing the decent and becoming gallant.

"I am the only one here because I am a virgin. Even Lia stated virgins are hard to train by."

Should she give up? Better not. It's for her mother's good.

"Noelle. You are the prettiest girl in that room, and just because you are a virgin meant you needed to underestimate yourself. There's enough time to learn, and you're not going to be left behind."

Noelle tried to seek comfort in his words, but it failed. It didn't reach her heart.

"If you want to be the best porn star, you have to strip off now."

Noelle turned to Blake with eyes similar to daggers.

"We have to train if you want to rise to the top and earn a million peso in a month."

In the middle of the room, Noelle unzipped the dress on the side, and cascade her long hair back. Blake sat down in a chair. Noelle successfully fall the dress down to the ground, revealing her two-piece underwear.

Blake looked at her navel, and he got obsessed staring at it. He swallowed, and looked in her eyes. Noelle asked, "What should I do next?"

"Like our first meeting, you stripped off, but now, you have to go completely naked."

Noelle clenched her jaw. She crouched down and wore off her shoes.

"We needed a bed. You're going to improve your skills if we have a bed."

This is it. Spending a man in bed must be the toughest thing to do.

"Halfway through, I'll be the one in-charge to have sex with you. You are a virgin, but you need to have sex professionally. Reduce the squirm and tickles. The directors don't like a messy squirt…"

"Let me process that if we're having sex, Blake. Sexual pleasure is inevitable, and no matter how much we control that, our faces contort of fruitful expressions that were unavoidable. Teach me when we're having intercourse, alright?"

Noelle was eager to have a job. Blake can see it in her eyes.

"Now, I should go naked." Noelle kicked her heels to the foot of the chairs, and unhooked her bra. She dangled it in her fingers, throwing it to the chair, and let her breasts dangle free. Blake widened her eyes. It was the size of watermelons.

"Don't linger your look on my breasts. I feel like it's miniscule."

"Don't be shy about it. You look sexier than the woman I made out," Blake hushed.

Noelle rolled her eyes, shrugging his praise, and knew it's an empty flatter.

She wore off her panties, showing her pussy's front, but not to the extent of spreading her legs wide. Noelle threw it at the chair, too, and let Blake admire her scintillating figure. Noelle stood there, astounded, and waiting for Blake's next command.

"You look fascinating, Noelle." His face stimulated of lively expression.

"I'm all naked, what should I do next?"

"You have to get wet," Blake specified.

"I have to use my fingers first, as you requested. You have to get trained to act accordingly based on touch. If you get stimulated fast, that's rejected. It should be slow, sensual, and entertaining to watch. If the director wants hardcore, you should detail it out. Hard fuck needs training for a month, too. But as you are a virgin, they'll request it to have slow sex."

Noelle got afraid. She was going to have sex with… Blake? Live?

"We have to do that live on the hiring, right?"

Blake huffed, took a step forward, and nodded. He has a little smile plastered in his lips.

"Porn stars have sex live, Noelle. I must have said it to you last time. There's no turning back now."

She got frightened how big Blake is. Can she handle it?

"Alright, let's start making me wet," Noelle indicated.

…

Blake touched the top of her head first, traveled the tips down to her cheeks, soothing her smooth skin. Noelle didn't close her eyes. Blake tucked the lose strands of her hair behind her ears, and stepped forward, whispering, "Trust me."

Noelle's long hair followed his hands as he caressed her back. They were an inch closer together. Blake stated, "In order to make you wet faster, I have to kiss you, Noelle."

She liked granting permissions, only on technical but not on body talks.

Blake didn't touch her breasts but pulled her closer. Her nipples found his brusque chest.

Holding her safely in the back, Blake tilted her chin up, and slowly leaned down to meet her lips. It's the first time Noelle experienced a kiss. Her virgin lips screamed further than her subconscious.

Blake didn't move, waiting for Noelle to open her lips. When she responded, Blake didn't hesitate to kiss her gradually. Nibbling in her lips, Noelle got confused where to place her hands. She held on to his waist, steadying her posture.

Blake reached her butt and squeezed one of them. Noelle felt something coming out of her groin. Blake slipped in one finger in her butt crack, fiddling at the outer skin. Noelle pressed her groin to his crotch, and he felt it hardened.

Continuing the minimal torture, Blake rubbed it back and forth, reducing the tension.

His tongue swirled inside her lips, and oh, Noelle felt so good about it.

She forgets all her problems by just a kiss, an erotic stimulation, and Noelle started to love the job she accepted.

Blake didn't resist travelling his hands to her breasts, squeezing it.

It detached Noelle from his body, stepping back, as if being electrocuted.

Their sloppy kiss got interrupted instantly. Noelle covered her chests.

Blake pursed his lips, left hanging, recovering from their body warmth.

"What am I…" Noelle got confused. Blake stepped forward, assuring that it's a normal reaction. She didn't get used on someone touching her breasts. Blake should take it slow, and give cautions. It's better to give a warning.

"I will take it slow. Don't you want me to touch your breasts for now?" Blake was worried.

Noelle didn't realize the use of her arms. She's still naked, presenting to a man, readying to sell her body to any loving director casting her for a porn videos.

"You should do the one on my butt, but not on my breasts, for now." Her voice was shaky.

Blake knew exactly what to do. He retrieved a towel from the drawers, lay it down, and draped it around her shoulders. Blake touched the side of her head, assuring, "I'll go out for 10 minutes so that you'll cool down. Make sure you're ready with another touch."

Noelle trembled, probably with the freezing temperature of the room.

So, that's how kiss were meant to be?

…

"Let's transfer to a dark room with bed. Lia agreed with it: to check your wetness."

Noelle was holding a cup of warm tea. She was unable to answer fast.

A room with a single bed, along with Blake? Do they have to…

"Don't worry, the sex is on the last day of training. You have to do it with me before you do it on another man. I hope you learn something from me today. It's going to be a big help once the hiring starts."

Noelle felt her butts getting squeezed to the chair's icy surface.

"So, you're on it, or not?"