We found Sasha ready to be picked up. She wore normal jeans and a white T-shirt. She carried a backpack which probably contained her sex work gear.
"Sasha!" Jess scread as soon as she saw her, pulling her into a hug. "I’m so excited to finally et you. I’m a huge fan. I have so much about you from Druski..."
"That so?" Sasha said, giving a suspicious glance. "I wonder what he told you about ."
I also wondered what I had told Jess about Sasha, except business-related issues.
"So much, how professional you are. I can’t wait to work with you," Jess said, her enthusiasm genuine.
"As long as you are paying, we will work together without any problems," Sasha said, cutting straight to the chase.
"Damn, this that girl from the video," Two-bit said, eyeing Sasha lustfully from the driver’s seat. He licked his lips. "Fuck, you even sexier in person."
"Ugh, which video are we talking about?" Sasha asked, clearly uncomfortable with Two-bit’s gaze.
"From the site, Sasha, you’re quite the star now," I told her, trying to minimize the awkwardness.
She only nodded, eyeing Two-bit to stop looking at her.
"Care helping with carrying my equipnt to the car?" I asked Two-bit, pointing to the bags inside.
"Nigga, do I look like a helping hand to you? Is you crazy? I’m your babysitter, not your negro," Two-bit said flatly, returning to his music.
"Okay... Girls, care to help?" I said.
"We will be waiting in the car," Jess said, grabbing Sasha’s hand and pulling her into the backseat, leaving with Two-bit’s sneering laughter ringing in my ears.
I carried the equipnt alone, dragging the heavy bags out to the Raptor. I quickly loaded the caras, lights, and cables into the bed of the truck, the tallic thump echoing off the pavent.
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An hour later we were at Jess’s place. She rented a condo in Central Park South.
The place was nice, with an uninterrupted, sweeping view of the city skyline, the green expanse of Central Park visible in the distance through a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows. The decor was modern and minimalist: pale gray walls, polished concrete floors, and stark white furniture, emphasizing the sense of spacious luxury. In the living area, a massive, L-shaped cream-colored sofa faced a 90-inch flat screen, and the kitchen boasted a huge marble island that looked perfect for, well, anything. The entire condo felt quiet, expensive, and ticulously clean—the perfect discreet location for a high-end shoot.
I dropped the equipnt bags in the center of the living room, relieved to finally be done with the manual labor. Two-bit remained downstairs in the Raptor, a silent, ard assurance that no one would bother us.
"Wow, Jess, you’re living the life," Sasha said, looking around the expansive, luxurious condo.
"How much rent do you pay?" I asked, already dreading the answer.
"$11,850," Jess chuckled, completely unbothered.
"Damn!" I said. Her webcam business really seed to be paying off.
"Set up the caras. I will go and take a shower... Oh, and one more thing," she said, walking into her bedroom, then returning, holding a small booklet. "Here’s the script."
She gave it to Sasha. "You can go over it whilst I shower."
Then she left.
"She’s organized, I guess," Sasha said, flipping through the pages. It was a jab aid at . I always went in the direction the wind carried when it ca to my films, relying on raw chemistry and improvisation.
Sasha went through her script whilst I set up the caras and lights, positioning the main key light to maximize the view of Central Park, giving the scene a high-production, cinematic glow.
"Seems like you aren’t included in the film, Druski," she said, looking up from the pages.
"Ah, yeah, it’s a lesbians-only scene. I’m just the caraman," I said, running a test on the focus pull.
"Won’t you get hard watching us?" she asked, a smirk playing on her lips.
"I will jerk off to make my big boy sleep," I said, grinning back.
"I can give you a blowjob real quick," she said, her tone suddenly shifting from professional to playful.
I laughed softly. "Always the clever businesswoman, huh?"
"I will do it for free," Sasha said, surprising .
"Really...?"
"Do you want it or not?" Sasha sighed, tossing the script onto the sofa.
"Of course, Sasha. You would be doing a very big favor," I said, walking toward her, fully aware that this impromptu intimacy was exactly what I needed to manage the stress of my new mafia partnership.
I put the cara remote down. Sasha stood up, not needing to be asked twice. She pulled down my jeans and boxers, her eyes locked on mine with a mixture of professional detachnt and genuine, spontaneous affection.
She knelt down and pulled out my cock. She worked first with both hands, using a firm, practiced rhythm. Then she spit a blob of warm saliva onto my shaft, coating in a slick preparation.
She smiled up at . "Feels much better than jerking off, does it?"
"Fuck, Sasha... you are the best," I said, shutting my eyes as she slowly lowered her head, the warmth of her mouth engulfing . She began sucking slowly at first, drawing deep, wet kisses, her tongue tracing the sensitive underside of my cock before working her way up to the head. She used her throat expertly, taking deeper than I expected, the pleasurable pressure building rapidly. Then, she began sucking faster, generating a frenzied, driving pace, the sounds echoing softly in the luxurious condo.
Five minutes later, the intensity was unbearable. I bucked slightly, spilling my release deep into her mouth, feeling the intense tremor travel down my spine until it spilled out and frothed slightly at the corners of her lips.
She kept her mouth full for a mont, eyes staring up at naughtily, before swallowing every drop. She rose quickly, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"I’ve gotta use the bathroom, too. I have to change into sothing sexy," she said, finally breaking the intense eye contact.
I adjusted my clothes, my mind now sharp and focused, the stress purged from my system.
I was ready to shoot porn.
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