"And, action!"
Tina held her breath as they came together on the bed, her pulse quickening. His cock was long and hard as it speared the young woman who writhed, calling out as he filled her. Pulling back, she saw how his cock glistened, making her wet as she watched.
From behind the production crew moving around, Tina watched them doing their jobs with practiced efficiency as the exaggerated sex sounds rolled across the studio.
She admired the smooth movements of the two camera people as they captured the various angles and action taking place in front of them. The young woman standing behind them, wearing large headphones and carrying a long boom microphone, kept her eyes open to prevent any collisions.
The director leaned forward on his obligatory folding canvas chair. It even had his name stenciled on the back canvas strap. She smiled to herself, shaking her head.
She imagined one day sitting in a chair like that, directing a movie. From a young age, that had always been her life's dream, and she was working as hard as possible to bring that dream to reality. That's why she was there, in this room, watching two people who barely knew each other fuck while others filmed them.
"Okay guys, doing great. Let's switch that up to cowgirl. Maria, go wild as you ride him. I want to see those babies bouncing. Steven, you need to be sideways... no, not that way! Shit! Do I have to get up there and do it myself?"
After a few more acerbic instructions from the director, Maria was once again impaled on the oversized young man below her. She sat on him, waiting for instructions. Tina couldn't help being impressed by Maria's effortless mounting of the long, thick cock.
"And, action!"
Maria bounced lewdly, her prodigious tits bouncing wildly as she rode the man. One camera moved around, focusing on where they joined, as the other panned back, taking in the two of them.
Occasional comments from the director guided the actors to move differently or to change positions, as well as suggestions about their expressions and noises they made. Tina noted the professionalism in the room. Everyone there had their tasks and worked hard to do the best they could. They knew what was at stake.
It took little to lose a job around here. There was a long line of people who were waiting to snatch up an open position in the adult film industry, which was a stepping stone to mainstream movies. She hoped that's where all this led.
A few days before, she'd almost experienced that reality firsthand. If it hadn't been for the director, Paul, surprising everyone for sticking up for Tina, she would have been out on her ass, and out of a job.
Who knew that stupid bed was falling apart? She wondered if the camera caught the looks on the actors' faces as they tumbled when the headboard fell backward. That should make the blooper reel!
If it hadn't been so serious, it would have been hilarious. What wasn't funny was Brandon's red face, inches from hers, screaming about how incompetent she was. Without Paul stepping in and calming him down, it would have been all over for Tina.
Complaining about the money lost by not finishing on time, Brandon yelled she had one more chance before storming out of the room.
True, Tina's job entailed ensuring that all preparations were in order for seamless shoots. That was her domain. But seriously, who checks if a bed is wobbly?
From now on, she would, she told herself. That, and a hundred other details she wouldn't let herself forget. She vowed to be the best production assistant Brandon had ever seen.
Because if she didn't, then he would fire her, and that might mean the end of her fledgling career in the movie business. Not yet a year out of university, she and her husband were keenly aware of how lucky they were to land jobs here.
As one aspect of her mind ticked off her mental checklist of details that needed attention, another, deeper part watched the two actors.
A twinge between her legs as the man thrust against the woman's backside stirred up memories. Memories best forgotten, but would never go away.
The actor's hair was just like that one guy she had known. The way his muscles strained on his arms and chest, the cords of his neck standing out as he slammed into Maria sent shivers through her, igniting memories of laying on her back, seeing him over her, pounding away as she writhed against him.
It was one of so many nights that she'd hung out with that crowd. The exclusive group you heard about, but never could be part of. Managing to get an invitation by giving that guy the best blowjob she could, Tina had brought her boyfriend into it with her. The sex was outrageous, satisfying her every perverted, wicked and just plain nasty urge and impulse.
Gus had taken part, but remained hesitant. Oh, but Tina dove in headfirst, as if into a sea of flesh. All those dicks, taking her, filling her in both ends. There were plenty of soft, juicy girls to keep him happy while she got plowed over and over. Being surrounded by the small crowd of onlookers brought on the most intense orgasms of her life.
She remembered one night, when out of the corner of her eye, she'd seen Gus on the couch nearby. That cute redhead rode him as he watched Tina getting fucked. He had that look in his eyes she didn't understand then, but learned the meaning of later, and all the problems that came with it.
She shook her head, fearing she'd made a noise. She looked around, but no one had noticed her. Knowing the danger she faced if she let those desires resurface, she focused on the job at hand.
On the bed, the two actors changed positions. Maria was standing, her hands pressed against the wall, her cute ass thrust back. He was behind her, fucking her so hard she squeaked each thrust.
From where Tina stood, she could see his wet cock sliding inside the busty woman. Wetness flooded her, and she worried her slacks would have a stain. She loved getting fucked from behind, pressed to the wall.
How many times had men taken her this way? She'd never looked back, loving the anonymity of closing her eyes as someone, anyone, screwed her. Feeling some stranger's cum shooting deep inside her always drove her over the top.
For a moment, and not for the first time, she wondered if she should be up there, being filmed screwing whoever was scheduled that day. She wouldn't care who he was.
But no, she did care. She'd been through this before. Paid the price. Tina vowed to not screw up again. Not like the times before. Gus would never allow it, and he was everything to her.
Thankfully, the shoot was almost done, only the big money shot left to do. They would wrap it up, then make the room ready for the afternoon filming.
Several minutes later, the handsome man who was still making Tina wet came all over the Latina's face and bouncing tits. She made a big show of loving it, even scooping up a glob of cum and licking it off her finger.
"Cut! Okay, excellent job. Let's get this out to editing. Thanks, everyone." The director stood and looked around, smiling. With professional ease, the people moved about the room, performing their tasks with the alacrity of experienced professionals who had done this countless times before.
The male actor took a towel and handed it to the woman, then got one and wiped his face. He bent over and kissed the girl on her cheek, smiling at her. They exchanged a few words, then parted. As she left to clean up, he walked by Tina, still naked and sporting a semi that drew her eyes as it swung with each step.
He nodded to her as he passed. "Thanks, Tina. Everything went perfect!"
