Sweet tangerine
title: Sweet Tangerine
pairings: Vicky-T x Greta, Vicky-T x Ashlee (only on film), Ashlee x Cassadee
pov: 3rd
rating: R
summary: Greta ends working for a porn movies production as assistant of the director. Vicky-T and Ashlee are the stars of the lesbo movie they’re recording during her first day of work
disclaimer: come on...
The neighborhood and the building itself seem respectable enough with their homogenous colors, the park at the end of the street, the smiling and polite people passing by, the church right opposite the apartment building Greta is standing in front of. You’d never imagine what goes on in the attic of this six stores building…and Greta either.
Greta sighs and enters, nodding thankful at the man who left the main door open for her. Once in the old fashioned lift, she takes her time thinking back at how she ended there: sophomore at college, majoring in Cinema and Media Studies, she was desperately looking for a job to pay the rent to her heartless landlord. She has to blame her crush for Jon, an older student who is in her Photography class.
“Hey, Salpeter, am I wrong or you’re looking for a job?” he said.
“You’re studying cinematographic, right?” he said.
“I talked about you to a friend of mine who’s an ‘indie’ director,” he said, including air quotes.
“He could let you watch his method and help around, he’ll pay you for your time…I thought it could be an experience for you about your studies,” he said.
Greta is still blushing at the memory of how she made a fool of herself, unable to look at Jon in any other way but adoringly, hanging on his every word and nodding along with him, accepting whatever he was saying. She snapped out of her trance when he gave her a freshly scribbled piece of paper with “Decaydance - Pete Wentz”, a phone number and an address, and also Jon’s number, just in case.
“I work with him, you know,” he said.
Once Jon left, shooting Greta one of his winning smiles, she hurriedly typed his number in her cellphone, then focused on that makeshift business card, deciding to give it a try.
“You can pass by later this afternoon, whenever you want. Just send me a message once you decide,” he said.
So that’s what she did, and here she is, in front of a green door with a sheet of paper taped on it, ‘Decaydance’ printed in the middle. Greta knocks twice and she’s welcomed by Jon’s smiling face.
“Salpeter! You made it! Come in, come in!” he says, grabbing her arm and pulling her in.
The attic is roomy and well lightened, with a screening that covers approximately a third of the room but the kitchen, the couch and various furniture. Greta finds herself giggling at the tiny black director chair situated in the middle of the room.
“Oh, don’t mind that,” Jon chuckles, “Pete’s ego is big and he thinks he’s a great director. But he’s not bitchy, you know, maybe a little obnoxious but he’s not bad.” Greta smiles.
“Jooon, has your girl arrived yet? We have to-- oh. Hi!” a rather young man comes from behind the screening, “I’m Pete, the director. You should be…uh…Greta?” he asks, stretching his hand in greeting.
“Yes, it’s me. Nice to meet you and thanks for, well, giving me a job,” Greta says, laughing matter-of-factly.
Pete laughs back, “No problem, no problem. So, Jon told me you’re studying Cinema. Today you can see how a great indie director works,” he says striking a pose, making Greta giggle.
Jon coughs warningly.
“Oh, yeah, you also help me and make experience, that’s what you’re here for, but for today you’ll only watch,” Pete adds with a smile.
Jon coughs again.
“Yes, yes, this young man here is our cameraman, he is essential for us. Yell at him whenever you think he’s not doing his job,” Pete says, roughly patting Jon’s shoulder.
Jon coughs once again.
“Sheesh, man, did you get a cold? Stay away from me, I don’t want to get sick!” Pete exclaims, jumping back.
Jon rolls his eyes, “Not my fault if you don’t catch my hint and keep beating around the bush.”
Pete looks at him with an eyebrow raised.
“Ah, nevermind, she’ll catch soon anyway,” Jon gives up exasperated.
Greta looks between the two of them genuinely confused.
Pete claps his hands and raises his voice, “Ok everyone, let’s get it started!” he says, heading to the kitchen table and sitting on it, waiting for…
Greta is focusing on him, amused by his behavior, and at first she doesn’t notice the three girls that just came from behind the screening.
She blushes fondly when the tallest girl points a thumb in her direction and says to Pete, “I didn’t know you worked in that market as well, now. If you’re a fucking pedo I’m out of here.”
“I’m not a pedo!” Pete stands up outraged and disgusted, “You broke my heart, Vicky-T, how can you think those bad things about me?”
‘Vicky-T’ looks down, “You’re right, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he reassures, “besides, she’s perfectly legal, she studies Cinema at college and she’s here to help me.”
The shorter red headed girl looks surprised, “To help you? She really wants to become a director of this genre? She doesn’t look like it…”
“If it’s because she looks angelic, it doesn’t mean she cannot be a pervert. Just look at Cass, you know she is…you personally know she is,” Vicky-T says in a knowing tone, staring darkly at Greta, making the two girls at her sides blush.
Greta is flushing as well.
“Excuse me, I think I’m missing something…Don’t tell me you do…” she asks cautiously.
“Porn movies, yeah,” Pete speaks from the table.
Greta goes white for a moment, then purple in embarrassment again.
Jon runs a hand on his face, “Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, I thought you’d never accept to work here if you knew…” Jon apologizes.
“Nah nah, Johnny Walker, that’s not how you treat a lady…fool her for your own good,” Vicky-T clicks her tongue, shaking her head.
Jon glares at her, then looks at Greta, “…But I was sincere when I said you’d have been Pete’s assistant…”
“And what should I do? Jerk him off while he films you having sex with those girls, because he’d be too busy holding the camera?” Greta exclaims, feeling betrayed by Jon.
A horsy laugh fills the room, “Of course not, honey! Hahaha, this is the fair of misunderstanding,” Pete says, “First of all, Jon is the cameraman, as I told you before, he wouldn’t be able to focus on his job with the girls all over him. Anyway I just put down ideas for my movies, usually gay and lesbian themed, and you help me checking if everything goes as planned. You bring me coffee -hot and black, by the way-, you calm me down when the actresses are bitches towards me or don’t work well, and stuff like that. No sexual favors needed, but if you want I won’t say no,” he concludes, making his eyebrows dance suggestively to break the tension.
Greta huffs a laugh at that, but she’s still a bit pissed.
Everybody is looking at her expectantly: Jon with his crooked and apologetic smile, Pete with his puppy eyes, the girls…It’s Vicky-T with her cold and challenging stare that convinces her.
“Oh, fuck that, I’m in. What should I do?” she says, throwing her hands in the air, earning herself some broken ribs as result of Pete’s enthusiastic hug.
“Thank you,” Jon speaks softly from her side.
“Don’t mention it,” she replies, grinning and blushing at the same time.
A smirking Vicky-T appears in front of Greta, hand stretched out.
“I’m Victoria, but please call me Vicky-T,” she introduces herself.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Greta,” the girls shake hands.
“Hello, I’m Ashlee,” the red headed girl greets.
“I’m Cassadee! Nice to have you on board,” the last girl says; she looks younger than the other girls, and younger than Greta.
“Hello…” the blonde girl greets a bit tentatively.
“I know what you’re going to say and don’t worry, I’m 19,” Cassadee reassures, flashing a bright smile.
“Oh, okay,” Greta nods with a shy smile, her cheeks pinking a bit.
“Ok gals and guy, here’s what we’re going to do,” Pete informs, giving two pieces of paper to the actresses, “Vicky-T and Ashlee, you two are bored roommates, chilling in the kitchen eating ice cream, and you decide to have some fun. Cassadee, have you already prepared their wardrobe and put the toys in strategic drawers?”
“Yes, clothes are on the rack, and yes, everything is set: we have a long double dildo, a powerful vibrator and anal beads in the left corner under the sink,” Cassadee confirms. Hearing words like that coming from someone with such an innocent face makes Greta glance around uneasily.
“Pete,” Vicky-T interrupts, “why do you keep giving us scripts? It’s not like we’re going to talk very much,” she asks with a bored expression, waving her piece of paper.
“You know I don’t want simple PWP,” the director says for the umpteenth time, since they’ve already had this discussion plenty of times.
“What’s PWP?” Greta asks Jon.
“Porn without plot” he murmurs back.
“Do we really need to have a philosophical conversation about how fucking bored outta our head we are? It’s not like the pervs pay attention to that, they want to see our tits and cunts,” Victoria sighs.
Greta looks away not to show how much she’s blushing. From the corner of her eye, she notices another sheet draped on the wall near the door, as if hiding something; she wonders why she hasn’t seen it before.
“Jon,” she whispers, “what’s behind that sheet?”
“Oh, just some BDSM stuff,” he says nonchalantly.
“Some…what?” Greta has a suspect but doesn’t dare to express it.
“Yeah, some bondage and sadomasochism devices,” he generically explains.
Greta flushes some more.
“And the neighbors don’t hear screaming and such?” she questions, totally baffled.
Jon laughs.
“Oh, no, no they don’t: see, the whole room has been soundproofed, both the walls and the floor…we don’t want to give a heart attack to the sweet granny downstairs,” he explains, his eyes crinkling in amusement.
“Jon,” Pete continues, interrupting the actress’ argument and snapping the cameraman back to attention, “I want some close ups of their faces and crotches, climax moments, same interesting stuff, you know,” Jon nods at him.
“Girls, what are you up to do, today?” Pete enquires.
Vicky-T and Ashlee look at each other before having a hushed conversation.
“We were thinking about, well, toys and ice cream, since they’re here,” Ashlee explains, “then the never old sixty-nine and…” she trails off. Vicky-T nudges her.
“…and some rimming,” she finally sighs.
“Excellent,” Pete approves, “Oh! …What about one of you goes under the table to go down on the other?” he asks, almost pleads. Ashlee and Vicky-T look at each other again.
“Ok, I’m doing it,” the brunette concedes before returning behind the screening to get ready, Ashlee and Cassadee in tow.
“Awesome,” Pete smiles at her back before turning to Greta, “I hope it won’t be that much of an embarrassing experience…at least you don’t have an active part in the movie, you know, eheh,” he chuckles awkwardly.
Greta blushes, “It’s okay…this way I’ll know how and indie director works…it just happens that you film porn movies to live…”
Pete nods, “Yeah, it’s kind of frustrating because I really want to become a director, but I need to eat first, you know? So yeah, here I am…But I don’t regret it, because I’ve been able to meet people that are nice even under those expanses of naked skin I see every day,” he laughs, Greta joining in.
“Oh fuck, where’s Mikey?” Pete suddenly says, looking around kind of worried.
“Dunno, he hasn’t even called,” Jon shrugs.
Right then the door opens, a quite tall lanky boy with black and white glasses and a messenger bag enters the room; three pairs of eyes are on him.
“What,” he says, “…I’m sorry, okay, I took a nap and overslept.”
“…That’s…Mikey, our lighting technician and editing mastermind,” Pete introduces the guy to Greta, “Mikes, this is Greta, Jon’s friend and my new assistant.”
“Hi…” he greets laconically, but smiling.
“Sorry, he’s not exactly talkative,” Pete loudly whispers in Greta’s ear, making her giggle while the others roll their eyes.
“We’re ready, Pete,” Victoria’s monotonous voice interrupts them.
Greta finds herself staring at miles of tonic legs, turquoise sporty shorts (very short), a simple white tank top and no bra. To conclude Vicky-T’s look there’s the purposefully messy ponytail and a natural make-up.
“Looking awesomesauce as always, Vicky-T,” Pete beams at her. She just smirks, heading confident to the kitchen and leaning against the counter, with arms and legs crossed.
Ashlee comes from behind the screening in her striped mini dress, pulling her red lopsided ponytail a bit; her lips look suspiciously swollen, and it’s not the lipstick. Pete notices as well, and grins knowingly at her when she steps closer.
“What?” Ashlee asks warily, her cheeks blushing already.
Pete and Vicky-T exchange a look, sniggering and shaking their heads amused when they spot Cassadee fixing her hair before joining them.
“Okay, is everybody ready?” Pete asks, glancing around.
Mikey gives his thumbs up after setting the reflectors and checking the light values; Jon nods from behind the steady cam, handy cam dangling from his neck for later. Vicky-T sits at the table, Ashlee has to pretend she’s entering the kitchen; Pete, Greta and Cassadee stand aside.
“Aaaaand action!” Pete shouts, concentrating on the scene, script rolled in his hand.
Greta notices how focused Pete and Jon are, how Mikey and Cassadee pay attention in case something goes wrong -too dim lights, something breaks…-.
The dialogues are unfortunately pretty stupid, out of place in a porn movie, but Ashlee and Vicky-T try to please Pete anyway reciting their lines. They don’t even need to be the next Meryl Streep or whoever won a Oscar: like Victoria said, who watches movies like this doesn’t give a fuck of deep conversations between the actors.
Greta has an hard time not looking away from Vicky-T and Ashlee kissing and touching, she has to get over her embarrassment and observe, learn for the job she’s studying for: it might happen that she’ll have to shoot a nude scene, isn’t it?
“Cut!” Pete shouts when Victoria kneels down to get under the table, “Ok girls, good shot. Jon, please set the steady cam with a close up to Ashlee’s face and get ready to record Vicky.”
Jon zooms the main camera and connects the handy cam with a long cable to a screen, to let Pete and the others see what the brunette actress is going to do, including the funny faces she’s making now.
“Quit it, Vicky-T,” Pete orders with a smile, “and action!”
On the screen, Victoria gently pushes the hem of Ashlee’s dress up and moves her legs more apart; the bottom half of the girl sitting on the chair shifts to let the girl under the table take the panties off and reach more easily between her legs. Victoria nuzzles the pale skin of Ashlee’s thighs, moving forward inch by inch to finally give a testing lick to the girl’s clit.
Ashlee’s sigh blends with Greta’s sharp intake of breath, Ashlee’s moans match Greta’s faster heartbeat.
Each Vicky-T’s lick causes a stronger funny sensation at the pit of Greta’s stomach. The girl starts feeling aroused and wet, imagining herself on that chair with Victoria between her legs, the soft sensation of the tongue slowly bringing her to orgasm, the icy eyes of the actress would stare intently into hers without the table between them, a smirk will surely creep on her lips.
Greta has to squeeze her eyes shut and close her legs when she comes, trying to be as quiet as possible when she moans at the same time of Ashlee, praying the others won’t notice her.
“Cut!” Pete exclaims again, making Greta jump out of her skin, “Excellent, girls. Vicky-T, stay under the table, we’ll shoot you emerging and the scene will develop from this point, starting with the ice cream, please. Cassadee, give some water to Ashlee, will you? Jon, are you ready?”
After Jon has unplugged the handy cam and resettled the main cam’s zoom, and Cassadee has lent a bottle of water to Ashlee with a loving smile that doesn’t pass unnoticed, the group is ready to continue the shooting. Greta has to actually sit down, she isn’t sure she can handle another orgasm like the previous one, being she ‘forced’ to watch Victoria and Ashlee fucking each other with a monstrously long purple dildo, squirming with a slick vibrator inside of them, licking and fingering each other some more.
After two hours of all of this the shooting is finally over, with Ashlee and Vicky-T kissing goodbye to the perverts that will watch their video. Greta suppresses a sigh of relief.
“Thank you all!” Pete cries out, enthusiastically clapping hands; the rest of the crew joins in, the actresses a bit tiredly but still happy for the work done.
Mikey grabs his bag and the handy cam, Jon joins him with the steady cam and they both sit at the kitchen table, running Mikey’s computer to start editing the video.
“Excuse me, where’s the toilet?” Greta asks Pete, stopping him before he joins the other guys to check the recent work.
“Behind the screening, on the left. Be back soon, I want to show you the editing process!” he says happily.
When Greta gets behind the screening, she sees Vicky-T and Ashlee redressing, the brunette still wrapped in a fluffy towel after the shower: she’s seen them naked for the past three, but she’s still not used and blushes deeply, muttering a sorry before heading straight to the toilet.
It’s a decently big bathroom, it’s possible they record scenes there as well. Once she’s closed herself in, Greta leans against the door with a heavy sigh before taking her panties off easily from under the dress she’s wearing, finding them damp as she suspected; she tentatively touches herself, still sensitive and wet, but a knock on the door makes her stop in her tracks.
“Y-Yes?” she asks unsure.
“It’s Vicky-T, may I talk to you?”
Greta opens the door a crack, but it’s enough for Victoria to push her way in and lock the door.
“Wha- What are you- mmhm!” Greta demands tentatively, but Vicky-T shuts her up with a deep kiss. When they break apart, the actress looks satisfied at Greta’s wide eyed expression.
“Don’t worry, I’m clean, I also rinsed my mouth and all, if that calms you,” Victoria reassures with a roll of her eyes.
”I-I haven’t said anything!” Greta states, blushing more fiercely.
Vicky-T smirks and leans closer to the girl, “You’re so cute when you blush,” she affirms, pecking the other’s cheek and resting her hands on the rounder hips of the blonde girl, “Let me take care of your arousal,” she offers leading Greta back against the door, her tone not allowing a ‘no’ as an answer. Victoria is way taller than Greta, but she has experience with shorter actresses and easily bends down to nuzzle the other girl’s neck, one hand reaching for her plumper breasts and the other between her legs.
“Already wet, uh? Liked our show?” Victoria asks suggestively giving a long lick along Greta’s neck, then teases her folds with a slender finger, grinning when the blonde girl starts humping her hand; she enjoys the squeaky moan Greta makes when she pushes the finger in, slowly taking a rhythm and fucking the girl against the door. Greta pants faster and faster, an orgasm already starting to build that reaches the top when Vicky-T runs a thumb against her swollen clit.
“Victoria, I’m--” Greta tries to says, but the orgasm shakes her strongly and almost makes her see white behind her closed eyelids. She leans exhausted against the door, with Victoria breathing fast in the crook of her neck and the hand still between her legs; when they break apart, Vicky-T has a gentle smile on her face, not the smug one she has had the whole day. Giving Greta a minimum of privacy to wear her panties back, she washes her hands and forces herself not to look at the other girl’s reflection in the mirror.
Walking back to the door, Vicky-T caresses Greta’s cheek before suddenly opening the door to exit the bathroom, surprising Ashlee and Cassadee in their tender moment in the improvised changing room: the actress was hugging the younger girl from behind and kissing her nape, but they jump apart blushing furiously, not looking at Victoria; they smile knowingly, though, when they spot an equally flushed Greta walking fast past the tall girl to return in the kitchen and see the editing process.
Mikey, Jon and Pete look at her approaching them at the table, but choose to ignore her flushing face and focus instead on the programs on Mikey’s laptop, showing the student their editing process and a rough result of the final product.
“Well, that’s it,” a smiling Pete states, patting thankful his collaborators’ shoulders before stretching a hand to Greta, “Nice to have you in, I look forward to our collaborations and wish you a bright future doing what you like.”
“Thank you so much, Pete, I really appreciate it, and I wish you to become a great director,” Greta shakes hands beaming at him.
“We’re done!” Pete announces loudly, making the other girls come from behind the screening, “Thank you all for the hard work, see you next time, I’ll email you the details,” he says, grabbing a beer from the tray Cassadee just put on the table, full of beers and cokes cans to cheer for the end of the work.
Once ‘Decaydance’ has closed for the day, everybody returns at their parallel lives: Greta, Jon and Cassadee at college, Mikey at his freelance job, Victoria and Ashlee in the shops where they work, Pete…doing whatever he does.
Greta is returning home with Jon, but a honk makes them turn.
“Want a ride, Greta?” Vicky-T asks with a broad smile, making Greta blush and Jon turn his head to hide his chuckles. The blonde girl looks at him, who nudges her towards the car.
“Hey Salpeter,” Jon calls the moment the girl hops in the car, “I wanted to let you know that it’s a pity, for me, but I’m glad for you,” he comments with a wink.
Jon walks home alone smiling. He noticed Greta had a crush for him, but he knows she is going to be happier with Vicky-T by her side.
pairings: Vicky-T x Greta, Vicky-T x Ashlee (only on film), Ashlee x Cassadee
pov: 3rd
rating: R
summary: Greta ends working for a porn movies production as assistant of the director. Vicky-T and Ashlee are the stars of the lesbo movie they’re recording during her first day of work
disclaimer: come on...
The neighborhood and the building itself seem respectable enough with their homogenous colors, the park at the end of the street, the smiling and polite people passing by, the church right opposite the apartment building Greta is standing in front of. You’d never imagine what goes on in the attic of this six stores building…and Greta either.
Greta sighs and enters, nodding thankful at the man who left the main door open for her. Once in the old fashioned lift, she takes her time thinking back at how she ended there: sophomore at college, majoring in Cinema and Media Studies, she was desperately looking for a job to pay the rent to her heartless landlord. She has to blame her crush for Jon, an older student who is in her Photography class.
“Hey, Salpeter, am I wrong or you’re looking for a job?” he said.
“You’re studying cinematographic, right?” he said.
“I talked about you to a friend of mine who’s an ‘indie’ director,” he said, including air quotes.
“He could let you watch his method and help around, he’ll pay you for your time…I thought it could be an experience for you about your studies,” he said.
Greta is still blushing at the memory of how she made a fool of herself, unable to look at Jon in any other way but adoringly, hanging on his every word and nodding along with him, accepting whatever he was saying. She snapped out of her trance when he gave her a freshly scribbled piece of paper with “Decaydance - Pete Wentz”, a phone number and an address, and also Jon’s number, just in case.
“I work with him, you know,” he said.
Once Jon left, shooting Greta one of his winning smiles, she hurriedly typed his number in her cellphone, then focused on that makeshift business card, deciding to give it a try.
“You can pass by later this afternoon, whenever you want. Just send me a message once you decide,” he said.
So that’s what she did, and here she is, in front of a green door with a sheet of paper taped on it, ‘Decaydance’ printed in the middle. Greta knocks twice and she’s welcomed by Jon’s smiling face.
“Salpeter! You made it! Come in, come in!” he says, grabbing her arm and pulling her in.
The attic is roomy and well lightened, with a screening that covers approximately a third of the room but the kitchen, the couch and various furniture. Greta finds herself giggling at the tiny black director chair situated in the middle of the room.
“Oh, don’t mind that,” Jon chuckles, “Pete’s ego is big and he thinks he’s a great director. But he’s not bitchy, you know, maybe a little obnoxious but he’s not bad.” Greta smiles.
“Jooon, has your girl arrived yet? We have to-- oh. Hi!” a rather young man comes from behind the screening, “I’m Pete, the director. You should be…uh…Greta?” he asks, stretching his hand in greeting.
“Yes, it’s me. Nice to meet you and thanks for, well, giving me a job,” Greta says, laughing matter-of-factly.
Pete laughs back, “No problem, no problem. So, Jon told me you’re studying Cinema. Today you can see how a great indie director works,” he says striking a pose, making Greta giggle.
Jon coughs warningly.
“Oh, yeah, you also help me and make experience, that’s what you’re here for, but for today you’ll only watch,” Pete adds with a smile.
Jon coughs again.
“Yes, yes, this young man here is our cameraman, he is essential for us. Yell at him whenever you think he’s not doing his job,” Pete says, roughly patting Jon’s shoulder.
Jon coughs once again.
“Sheesh, man, did you get a cold? Stay away from me, I don’t want to get sick!” Pete exclaims, jumping back.
Jon rolls his eyes, “Not my fault if you don’t catch my hint and keep beating around the bush.”
Pete looks at him with an eyebrow raised.
“Ah, nevermind, she’ll catch soon anyway,” Jon gives up exasperated.
Greta looks between the two of them genuinely confused.
Pete claps his hands and raises his voice, “Ok everyone, let’s get it started!” he says, heading to the kitchen table and sitting on it, waiting for…
Greta is focusing on him, amused by his behavior, and at first she doesn’t notice the three girls that just came from behind the screening.
She blushes fondly when the tallest girl points a thumb in her direction and says to Pete, “I didn’t know you worked in that market as well, now. If you’re a fucking pedo I’m out of here.”
“I’m not a pedo!” Pete stands up outraged and disgusted, “You broke my heart, Vicky-T, how can you think those bad things about me?”
‘Vicky-T’ looks down, “You’re right, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” he reassures, “besides, she’s perfectly legal, she studies Cinema at college and she’s here to help me.”
The shorter red headed girl looks surprised, “To help you? She really wants to become a director of this genre? She doesn’t look like it…”
“If it’s because she looks angelic, it doesn’t mean she cannot be a pervert. Just look at Cass, you know she is…you personally know she is,” Vicky-T says in a knowing tone, staring darkly at Greta, making the two girls at her sides blush.
Greta is flushing as well.
“Excuse me, I think I’m missing something…Don’t tell me you do…” she asks cautiously.
“Porn movies, yeah,” Pete speaks from the table.
Greta goes white for a moment, then purple in embarrassment again.
Jon runs a hand on his face, “Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before, I thought you’d never accept to work here if you knew…” Jon apologizes.
“Nah nah, Johnny Walker, that’s not how you treat a lady…fool her for your own good,” Vicky-T clicks her tongue, shaking her head.
Jon glares at her, then looks at Greta, “…But I was sincere when I said you’d have been Pete’s assistant…”
“And what should I do? Jerk him off while he films you having sex with those girls, because he’d be too busy holding the camera?” Greta exclaims, feeling betrayed by Jon.
A horsy laugh fills the room, “Of course not, honey! Hahaha, this is the fair of misunderstanding,” Pete says, “First of all, Jon is the cameraman, as I told you before, he wouldn’t be able to focus on his job with the girls all over him. Anyway I just put down ideas for my movies, usually gay and lesbian themed, and you help me checking if everything goes as planned. You bring me coffee -hot and black, by the way-, you calm me down when the actresses are bitches towards me or don’t work well, and stuff like that. No sexual favors needed, but if you want I won’t say no,” he concludes, making his eyebrows dance suggestively to break the tension.
Greta huffs a laugh at that, but she’s still a bit pissed.
Everybody is looking at her expectantly: Jon with his crooked and apologetic smile, Pete with his puppy eyes, the girls…It’s Vicky-T with her cold and challenging stare that convinces her.
“Oh, fuck that, I’m in. What should I do?” she says, throwing her hands in the air, earning herself some broken ribs as result of Pete’s enthusiastic hug.
“Thank you,” Jon speaks softly from her side.
“Don’t mention it,” she replies, grinning and blushing at the same time.
A smirking Vicky-T appears in front of Greta, hand stretched out.
“I’m Victoria, but please call me Vicky-T,” she introduces herself.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Greta,” the girls shake hands.
“Hello, I’m Ashlee,” the red headed girl greets.
“I’m Cassadee! Nice to have you on board,” the last girl says; she looks younger than the other girls, and younger than Greta.
“Hello…” the blonde girl greets a bit tentatively.
“I know what you’re going to say and don’t worry, I’m 19,” Cassadee reassures, flashing a bright smile.
“Oh, okay,” Greta nods with a shy smile, her cheeks pinking a bit.
“Ok gals and guy, here’s what we’re going to do,” Pete informs, giving two pieces of paper to the actresses, “Vicky-T and Ashlee, you two are bored roommates, chilling in the kitchen eating ice cream, and you decide to have some fun. Cassadee, have you already prepared their wardrobe and put the toys in strategic drawers?”
“Yes, clothes are on the rack, and yes, everything is set: we have a long double dildo, a powerful vibrator and anal beads in the left corner under the sink,” Cassadee confirms. Hearing words like that coming from someone with such an innocent face makes Greta glance around uneasily.
“Pete,” Vicky-T interrupts, “why do you keep giving us scripts? It’s not like we’re going to talk very much,” she asks with a bored expression, waving her piece of paper.
“You know I don’t want simple PWP,” the director says for the umpteenth time, since they’ve already had this discussion plenty of times.
“What’s PWP?” Greta asks Jon.
“Porn without plot” he murmurs back.
“Do we really need to have a philosophical conversation about how fucking bored outta our head we are? It’s not like the pervs pay attention to that, they want to see our tits and cunts,” Victoria sighs.
Greta looks away not to show how much she’s blushing. From the corner of her eye, she notices another sheet draped on the wall near the door, as if hiding something; she wonders why she hasn’t seen it before.
“Jon,” she whispers, “what’s behind that sheet?”
“Oh, just some BDSM stuff,” he says nonchalantly.
“Some…what?” Greta has a suspect but doesn’t dare to express it.
“Yeah, some bondage and sadomasochism devices,” he generically explains.
Greta flushes some more.
“And the neighbors don’t hear screaming and such?” she questions, totally baffled.
Jon laughs.
“Oh, no, no they don’t: see, the whole room has been soundproofed, both the walls and the floor…we don’t want to give a heart attack to the sweet granny downstairs,” he explains, his eyes crinkling in amusement.
“Jon,” Pete continues, interrupting the actress’ argument and snapping the cameraman back to attention, “I want some close ups of their faces and crotches, climax moments, same interesting stuff, you know,” Jon nods at him.
“Girls, what are you up to do, today?” Pete enquires.
Vicky-T and Ashlee look at each other before having a hushed conversation.
“We were thinking about, well, toys and ice cream, since they’re here,” Ashlee explains, “then the never old sixty-nine and…” she trails off. Vicky-T nudges her.
“…and some rimming,” she finally sighs.
“Excellent,” Pete approves, “Oh! …What about one of you goes under the table to go down on the other?” he asks, almost pleads. Ashlee and Vicky-T look at each other again.
“Ok, I’m doing it,” the brunette concedes before returning behind the screening to get ready, Ashlee and Cassadee in tow.
“Awesome,” Pete smiles at her back before turning to Greta, “I hope it won’t be that much of an embarrassing experience…at least you don’t have an active part in the movie, you know, eheh,” he chuckles awkwardly.
Greta blushes, “It’s okay…this way I’ll know how and indie director works…it just happens that you film porn movies to live…”
Pete nods, “Yeah, it’s kind of frustrating because I really want to become a director, but I need to eat first, you know? So yeah, here I am…But I don’t regret it, because I’ve been able to meet people that are nice even under those expanses of naked skin I see every day,” he laughs, Greta joining in.
“Oh fuck, where’s Mikey?” Pete suddenly says, looking around kind of worried.
“Dunno, he hasn’t even called,” Jon shrugs.
Right then the door opens, a quite tall lanky boy with black and white glasses and a messenger bag enters the room; three pairs of eyes are on him.
“What,” he says, “…I’m sorry, okay, I took a nap and overslept.”
“…That’s…Mikey, our lighting technician and editing mastermind,” Pete introduces the guy to Greta, “Mikes, this is Greta, Jon’s friend and my new assistant.”
“Hi…” he greets laconically, but smiling.
“Sorry, he’s not exactly talkative,” Pete loudly whispers in Greta’s ear, making her giggle while the others roll their eyes.
“We’re ready, Pete,” Victoria’s monotonous voice interrupts them.
Greta finds herself staring at miles of tonic legs, turquoise sporty shorts (very short), a simple white tank top and no bra. To conclude Vicky-T’s look there’s the purposefully messy ponytail and a natural make-up.
“Looking awesomesauce as always, Vicky-T,” Pete beams at her. She just smirks, heading confident to the kitchen and leaning against the counter, with arms and legs crossed.
Ashlee comes from behind the screening in her striped mini dress, pulling her red lopsided ponytail a bit; her lips look suspiciously swollen, and it’s not the lipstick. Pete notices as well, and grins knowingly at her when she steps closer.
“What?” Ashlee asks warily, her cheeks blushing already.
Pete and Vicky-T exchange a look, sniggering and shaking their heads amused when they spot Cassadee fixing her hair before joining them.
“Okay, is everybody ready?” Pete asks, glancing around.
Mikey gives his thumbs up after setting the reflectors and checking the light values; Jon nods from behind the steady cam, handy cam dangling from his neck for later. Vicky-T sits at the table, Ashlee has to pretend she’s entering the kitchen; Pete, Greta and Cassadee stand aside.
“Aaaaand action!” Pete shouts, concentrating on the scene, script rolled in his hand.
Greta notices how focused Pete and Jon are, how Mikey and Cassadee pay attention in case something goes wrong -too dim lights, something breaks…-.
The dialogues are unfortunately pretty stupid, out of place in a porn movie, but Ashlee and Vicky-T try to please Pete anyway reciting their lines. They don’t even need to be the next Meryl Streep or whoever won a Oscar: like Victoria said, who watches movies like this doesn’t give a fuck of deep conversations between the actors.
Greta has an hard time not looking away from Vicky-T and Ashlee kissing and touching, she has to get over her embarrassment and observe, learn for the job she’s studying for: it might happen that she’ll have to shoot a nude scene, isn’t it?
“Cut!” Pete shouts when Victoria kneels down to get under the table, “Ok girls, good shot. Jon, please set the steady cam with a close up to Ashlee’s face and get ready to record Vicky.”
Jon zooms the main camera and connects the handy cam with a long cable to a screen, to let Pete and the others see what the brunette actress is going to do, including the funny faces she’s making now.
“Quit it, Vicky-T,” Pete orders with a smile, “and action!”
On the screen, Victoria gently pushes the hem of Ashlee’s dress up and moves her legs more apart; the bottom half of the girl sitting on the chair shifts to let the girl under the table take the panties off and reach more easily between her legs. Victoria nuzzles the pale skin of Ashlee’s thighs, moving forward inch by inch to finally give a testing lick to the girl’s clit.
Ashlee’s sigh blends with Greta’s sharp intake of breath, Ashlee’s moans match Greta’s faster heartbeat.
Each Vicky-T’s lick causes a stronger funny sensation at the pit of Greta’s stomach. The girl starts feeling aroused and wet, imagining herself on that chair with Victoria between her legs, the soft sensation of the tongue slowly bringing her to orgasm, the icy eyes of the actress would stare intently into hers without the table between them, a smirk will surely creep on her lips.
Greta has to squeeze her eyes shut and close her legs when she comes, trying to be as quiet as possible when she moans at the same time of Ashlee, praying the others won’t notice her.
“Cut!” Pete exclaims again, making Greta jump out of her skin, “Excellent, girls. Vicky-T, stay under the table, we’ll shoot you emerging and the scene will develop from this point, starting with the ice cream, please. Cassadee, give some water to Ashlee, will you? Jon, are you ready?”
After Jon has unplugged the handy cam and resettled the main cam’s zoom, and Cassadee has lent a bottle of water to Ashlee with a loving smile that doesn’t pass unnoticed, the group is ready to continue the shooting. Greta has to actually sit down, she isn’t sure she can handle another orgasm like the previous one, being she ‘forced’ to watch Victoria and Ashlee fucking each other with a monstrously long purple dildo, squirming with a slick vibrator inside of them, licking and fingering each other some more.
After two hours of all of this the shooting is finally over, with Ashlee and Vicky-T kissing goodbye to the perverts that will watch their video. Greta suppresses a sigh of relief.
“Thank you all!” Pete cries out, enthusiastically clapping hands; the rest of the crew joins in, the actresses a bit tiredly but still happy for the work done.
Mikey grabs his bag and the handy cam, Jon joins him with the steady cam and they both sit at the kitchen table, running Mikey’s computer to start editing the video.
“Excuse me, where’s the toilet?” Greta asks Pete, stopping him before he joins the other guys to check the recent work.
“Behind the screening, on the left. Be back soon, I want to show you the editing process!” he says happily.
When Greta gets behind the screening, she sees Vicky-T and Ashlee redressing, the brunette still wrapped in a fluffy towel after the shower: she’s seen them naked for the past three, but she’s still not used and blushes deeply, muttering a sorry before heading straight to the toilet.
It’s a decently big bathroom, it’s possible they record scenes there as well. Once she’s closed herself in, Greta leans against the door with a heavy sigh before taking her panties off easily from under the dress she’s wearing, finding them damp as she suspected; she tentatively touches herself, still sensitive and wet, but a knock on the door makes her stop in her tracks.
“Y-Yes?” she asks unsure.
“It’s Vicky-T, may I talk to you?”
Greta opens the door a crack, but it’s enough for Victoria to push her way in and lock the door.
“Wha- What are you- mmhm!” Greta demands tentatively, but Vicky-T shuts her up with a deep kiss. When they break apart, the actress looks satisfied at Greta’s wide eyed expression.
“Don’t worry, I’m clean, I also rinsed my mouth and all, if that calms you,” Victoria reassures with a roll of her eyes.
”I-I haven’t said anything!” Greta states, blushing more fiercely.
Vicky-T smirks and leans closer to the girl, “You’re so cute when you blush,” she affirms, pecking the other’s cheek and resting her hands on the rounder hips of the blonde girl, “Let me take care of your arousal,” she offers leading Greta back against the door, her tone not allowing a ‘no’ as an answer. Victoria is way taller than Greta, but she has experience with shorter actresses and easily bends down to nuzzle the other girl’s neck, one hand reaching for her plumper breasts and the other between her legs.
“Already wet, uh? Liked our show?” Victoria asks suggestively giving a long lick along Greta’s neck, then teases her folds with a slender finger, grinning when the blonde girl starts humping her hand; she enjoys the squeaky moan Greta makes when she pushes the finger in, slowly taking a rhythm and fucking the girl against the door. Greta pants faster and faster, an orgasm already starting to build that reaches the top when Vicky-T runs a thumb against her swollen clit.
“Victoria, I’m--” Greta tries to says, but the orgasm shakes her strongly and almost makes her see white behind her closed eyelids. She leans exhausted against the door, with Victoria breathing fast in the crook of her neck and the hand still between her legs; when they break apart, Vicky-T has a gentle smile on her face, not the smug one she has had the whole day. Giving Greta a minimum of privacy to wear her panties back, she washes her hands and forces herself not to look at the other girl’s reflection in the mirror.
Walking back to the door, Vicky-T caresses Greta’s cheek before suddenly opening the door to exit the bathroom, surprising Ashlee and Cassadee in their tender moment in the improvised changing room: the actress was hugging the younger girl from behind and kissing her nape, but they jump apart blushing furiously, not looking at Victoria; they smile knowingly, though, when they spot an equally flushed Greta walking fast past the tall girl to return in the kitchen and see the editing process.
Mikey, Jon and Pete look at her approaching them at the table, but choose to ignore her flushing face and focus instead on the programs on Mikey’s laptop, showing the student their editing process and a rough result of the final product.
“Well, that’s it,” a smiling Pete states, patting thankful his collaborators’ shoulders before stretching a hand to Greta, “Nice to have you in, I look forward to our collaborations and wish you a bright future doing what you like.”
“Thank you so much, Pete, I really appreciate it, and I wish you to become a great director,” Greta shakes hands beaming at him.
“We’re done!” Pete announces loudly, making the other girls come from behind the screening, “Thank you all for the hard work, see you next time, I’ll email you the details,” he says, grabbing a beer from the tray Cassadee just put on the table, full of beers and cokes cans to cheer for the end of the work.
Once ‘Decaydance’ has closed for the day, everybody returns at their parallel lives: Greta, Jon and Cassadee at college, Mikey at his freelance job, Victoria and Ashlee in the shops where they work, Pete…doing whatever he does.
Greta is returning home with Jon, but a honk makes them turn.
“Want a ride, Greta?” Vicky-T asks with a broad smile, making Greta blush and Jon turn his head to hide his chuckles. The blonde girl looks at him, who nudges her towards the car.
“Hey Salpeter,” Jon calls the moment the girl hops in the car, “I wanted to let you know that it’s a pity, for me, but I’m glad for you,” he comments with a wink.
Jon walks home alone smiling. He noticed Greta had a crush for him, but he knows she is going to be happier with Vicky-T by her side.