For Rent Pt. 02

Author's note: This is the second part a slow burn told over many parts that will be released regularly. Please familiarise yourself with the first part to fully understand where we're at.

Chapter 4: Deeper

Tyler stood quietly in his apartment, staring at the eviction notice on the counter. Four days. Four days until he was done. The numbers blurred as he tried to steady his breathing. Behind him, the table was littered with betting slips, empty takeaway containers, unopened mail. His bank app told the same story: a negative balance and daily interest charges.

Two thousand, two hundred dollars. Rent. Utilities. Loan repayments. Late fees accumulating like rot. His last bet--$400 he didn't have--his horse falling at the final hurdle. His hand hovered over the phone, checking for any late-night odds, some Hail Mary to make the number go away.

The phone buzzed. One message from Jayden:

"You available? Might have something else for you."

Tyler didn't answer immediately. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring at the carpet. The last shoot had felt like too much already. That awkward silence between him and the other guy, the sense of being on display, the comments afterward feeding something in him he didn't want to name. But the envelope of cash had landed heavy in his hand, and it had kept the power on.

He typed back eventually:

"What kind of scene?"

The reply was fast:

"Shoot with Victoria. Cash up front, $2500."

The name meant nothing to him. He sat back, chewing the inside of his cheek, before pulling the laptop toward him. He searched "Victoria" and her page loaded immediately.

The first photo was just her face. Striking. Beautiful, dark eyes framed by long lashes, lips full and softly parted like she was on the verge of a smile. Her hair spilled down around her shoulders in loose, glossy waves, the black rich against the soft glow of her pale skin. She looked younger than he'd expected. Pretty. More than pretty--elegant. Effortless.

He scrolled. Video thumbnails, stills from shoots. Victoria smiling at the camera, head tilted, eyes bright. In one clip she's running a hand up the thigh of a man pinned against the headboard, eyes locked on his face like she could read him. There was something magnetic about her. Tyler felt it instantly--the pull, the easy charisma. For a moment, the tension in his chest eased. His curiosity prickled.

The comments below were full of praise:

"Victoria is magic. She makes every partner look incredible."

"The energy between her and the guys she works with--fuck, it's unreal."

Tyler's stomach turned a little, that uneasy mix of dread and something harder to define. He scrolled back up, lingering on her smile. His hand hovered over the reply button to Jayden.

But then, lower on the page, another thumbnail caught his eye. A full-body shot.

Victoria stood tall, nude, framed by soft lamplight and the loose fall of a silk robe that slipped casually from one shoulder, pooling at the bend of her arm. She was slender but feminine--long, shapely legs, a soft curve at her hips leading into a narrow, delicate waist. Her breasts were small and perfectly formed, tipped with dusky pink nipples that drew the eye. Her stomach was smooth, lightly toned beneath the gentle softness of her frame, every line of her body elegant and inviting.

And between her thighs: the chastity cage.

Small, pink, delicate-looking. Padlocked. Encasing a penis.

The image hit harder than he expected. His throat closed. His stomach flipped. The heat that had been rising up in him dropped to something cold and sour. He pushed back from the table, blinking hard, unsure what the hell he was feeling now.

The phone buzzed again.

"Victoria specifically asked for you. Said she liked your look."

Tyler stared at the message, knuckles tight around the phone. The words sat heavy in the room. His pulse hammered at his temples.

His fingers tapped out before he could stop himself:

"What kind of scene?"

Jayden's reply was quick, as if he'd been waiting:

"It's just a blowjob. You just lie there. No kissing, no weird extras. You don't even have to touch her if you don't want."

Tyler swallowed, staring at the line of text, reading it twice. His mind raced with excuses, reasons to say no. But the number in his bank account, the notices on the counter--they didn't care.

He did the math again, clicking through each overdue bill on his phone. Rent and late fees alone were seventeen hundred. Another four hundred on utilities. Then the loan payments. Two thousand two hundred at minimum just to stay above water.

"My face will still be out of shot, right?"

Jayden's reply came quick:

"It's usually full frame for this sort of scene. If you want to stay hidden, that's fine--but I can't keep doing that."

Tyler's stomach tightened. The thought of his face on camera, recognisable, searchable, turned his stomach worse than the debt did.

"Okay, $2500 and I'm not showing my face," Tyler typed flatly.

Jayden's reply came after a pause:

"No, it's two-five if we see your face - two if not. Final offer."

Tyler's jaw clenched. It wasn't enough, but it was most of it. And there was nothing else coming. Just a blowjob.

"Fine," he wrote, "No face. Two thousand. What time?"

"10 AM tomorrow," Jayden sent back. "Usual place."

Tyler set the phone down, leaning back into the cushions, staring at the ceiling, trying not to think. But his mind kept flashing back to Victoria's face, her smile, the tilt of her head.

Then lower.

The cage.

He rubbed his face hard, willing the image out of his head. But it stayed.

Chapter 5: Victoria

The Bushwick studio smelled faintly of coffee and disinfectant, the sharp tang of alcohol wipes mingling with softer floral notes. Tyler kept his head down as the assistant waved him through, his hoodie up, hands stuffed into the front pocket like that could make him invisible.

Jayden was already there, seated at the edge of a low platform bed dressed in soft white sheets. Lights were rigged carefully overhead, soft but clinical. The cameras were smaller than he remembered, positioned at low angles, one mounted close to the head of the bed.

"You're on time," Jayden said without looking up from his phone.

Tyler hovered near the door. "So it's just... I lie there."

Jayden nodded. "She does the work. You don't have to touch her unless you want to. You can keep your hands at your sides or on the bed. Your face stays out of frame."

Tyler gave a tight nod, trying to ignore the way his chest felt too small for his lungs. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, looking anywhere but at the cameras.

Jayden met his eyes. "You're nervous. Good. They'll eat that up."

Tyler said nothing.

"Undress down to your boxers," Jayden continued, waving vaguely toward the bed. "We'll start with you soft. She'll come in after."

Tyler hesitated, but the weight of the debt pressed hard against his spine. He stripped down, folding his clothes into a neat pile on the chair by the door. His skin felt too pale under the studio lights, too exposed. He sat awkwardly at the edge of the bed, legs closed, hands gripping the sheets.

Jayden stood, circling the setup, adjusting a camera angle. "Lie back."

Tyler lowered himself slowly, stretching out stiffly on the bed, hands by his sides, every muscle taut. His heart thudded louder than the soft hum of the equipment.

The door opened behind him.

Victoria's voice floated in ahead of her. "Hi, Tyler."

He turned his head toward the sound. She crossed the room smoothly, silk robe tied loosely at her waist, hair cascading down her back in soft waves. Her makeup was flawless but light, enough to frame her sharp eyes and soft smile. She looked smaller than he expected. Lean. Compact. But graceful, each step deliberate, fluid.

Her gaze swept him once, head tilted slightly, smile widening just a fraction as she said, "You're even better in person."

Tyler swallowed hard, looking away. "Let's just get this done."

Victoria gave a soft hum of acknowledgment and moved closer. She knelt by the bed, adjusting the hem of her robe, the silk pooling at her knees.

Jayden's voice cut through the moment. "Ready when you are."

Victoria reached out, her fingers light against the waistband of Tyler's boxers. She tugged them down slowly, exposing him inch by inch, eyes steady on his body. Tyler stared at the ceiling, jaw clenched.

"God," she murmured softly. "You're so thick."

His cock twitched involuntarily at the compliment, making him curse under his breath. He forced himself not to look at her, not to respond.

Victoria smiled, trailing a single finger down the length of him, from the base to the tip. "Relax," she said, voice low, patient.

"You don't have to do anything. Just let me enjoy you."

Tyler's fists tightened at his sides as he felt the warm brush of her lips against the head of his cock, the slow, deliberate slide of her tongue circling the crown before she eased her mouth down, inch by inch.

His body betrayed him fast. The twitch of arousal, the slow, heavy swell as his cock thickened fully in her mouth. He hated how easy it was, how quickly his body gave her everything without permission.

Victoria worked slow, methodical, her lips sealing tight around him, her hand twisting at the base as she bobbed her head, sucking rhythmically. The wet sounds filled the room beneath the soft buzz of the lights. Tyler closed his eyes tight, willing himself to think of anything else--but the warmth of her mouth, the steady suction, the slick twist of her hand--it pulled him back into the moment.

"Doing good," Jayden's voice floated in, calm, detached. "Just keep breathing."

Tyler wanted to spit something back, but the words caught in his throat as Victoria sank deeper, her throat opening around him, the tip of his cock brushing the back of her mouth. She eased off, licking a slow stripe up the underside, then took him back in again, deeper, smoother.

Her free hand slid up along his thigh, stroking lightly, reassuring, as if she were calming an animal. He risked glancing down - she never broke eye contact.

He turned his head away again, biting the inside of his cheek. His hips shifted despite himself, the instinct to thrust against her mouth rising hot and fast before he crushed it back down.

Victoria didn't rush. She worked him steadily, confidently, the heat of her mouth pulling him toward the edge. Tyler could feel the tightness building, pressure mounting low in his belly, a slow and humiliating betrayal. His fists clenched harder, nails biting into his palms as he struggled against it, furious at his body's eagerness, at how little resistance he could muster.

He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to disappear into the bed, to be anywhere but there, but every soft suck, every wet slide of her lips brought him back, grounding him in the unbearable sensation of being wanted, being used. He focused on the ceiling, on the soft sound of the lights humming overhead, on the small ache of holding tension in his jaw--anything to stop the inevitable.

But it was there, curling hard at the base of his spine, undeniable, his hips twitching against his will as the orgasm rose up fast and sharp. He could feel the sweat gathering at his temples, the heat flushing up his chest. Shame and release collided in his throat as he gasped, choking on the groan he couldn't hold back.

He gritted teeth as he came, his body jerking despite himself, hips rocking up faintly as his cock pulsed against her tongue. Victoria didn't flinch. She stayed with him, swallowing easily, one hand still stroking his thigh as she milked him through the last twitch and tremor.

Silence settled heavy in the room as he caught his breath, sweat prickling at his forehead, eyes still closed.

Victoria was the first to speak, her voice soft. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

Tyler opened his eyes slowly, glancing toward her. Their eyes met, and for a moment he couldn't look away. She held his gaze steadily, a small, knowing smile playing at the corner of her lips.

"You're easy to work with," she said, tilting her head slightly. "If they don't call you back, I will."

Tyler blinked hard and looked away, sitting up slowly, pulling his boxers back on, his hands unsteady. Victoria stayed kneeling by the bed, calm, composed, as if they'd just finished a conversation rather than what had happened.

Jayden adjusted one of the cameras, then tapped something on his phone. He moved to the corner, picking up an envelope from the table and offering it out.

Tyler took it without a word, feeling the weight of the cash in his palm.

Jayden finally spoke, casually. "Trailer will be up on X tonight."

Tyler froze halfway through dressing. "Wait, what?"

Jayden didn't look up. "We post previews, trailers - social pushes. It's how we get new subs."

"You have social accounts? You didn't say anything about that," Tyler asked, his voice low, tight.

Jayden shrugged. "Of course, we did it with your previous videos too. X, Reddit, the usual. You're safe. No name, no tags."

Jayden arched a brow. "It's standard. Everyone knows. Welcome to Noir."

Tyler dressed quickly, his skin too hot beneath the hoodie as he headed toward the door.

Victoria's voice stopped him just before he stepped out.

"Take care, Tyler," she said gently. "Hopefully I'll see you again soon."

Tyler gave a small, awkward nod but didn't turn around.

That night, in his apartment, Tyler couldn't sleep. He lay on his back, scrolling through his phone, fingers hovering over the Noir site. When the trailer dropped--just a thirty-second clip, cropped tight on his body, Victoria working slow and smooth--his stomach twisted as he watched.

The comments poured in quickly.

"The straight ones are always the best. Look at his fists - how tense he is."

"God, that dick. No way he's not coming back for more."

"Victoria is a goddess. She owns him."

Tyler closed the laptop hard, shoving it away like it might burn him. But the words stuck in his head long after the screen went dark.