Part IV - After Credits

Chapter 1 - Back on Set

Mike awoke with a groan and reached out to silence the alarm. He usually allowed himself three snoozes. Today he was on his fifth. After a brief internal struggle, he sighed, stretched and dragged himself out of bed. He took a quick shower, and skipped breakfast the way he always did. Ten minutes after getting up he was out the door of his apartment, walking toward his old Honda and trying to talk his mood into something resembling enthusiasm. His job at Starlight Studios was usually fun. Today's shoot would be less fun than most.

He thought back to his first day, a little over a year ago. A nervous rookie with zero experience, handed full responsibility for filming Harry Reynolds' latest "cinematic masterpiece"--or, more truthfully, Harry's latest straight-to-video porn flick. That day had been equal parts nightmare and thrill. New to the industry, his body had reacted exactly the way one would expect a twenty-five-year-old guy's body to react when he spends hours watching a stunning beauty get fucked every which way. Fortunately, and rather unexpectedly, Liza, the on-set makeup artist, had taken pity on him. She'd noticed his predicament and the pure mortification on his face, and she'd helped him deal with the worst of it in the bathroom. Of course, being twenty-five, the relief had only lasted so long. The problem had "arisen" again not long after. Still, he'd been grateful.

Thinking about it now made him laugh under his breath, and his mood lifted a notch. Then he climbed into the Honda, started the forty-minute drive to the studio, and the good feeling drained away again as he ran through the day ahead.

His time at Starlight had mostly been good. There were some terrific people there. Liza, obviously, even if that first welcoming favor had never been repeated. She was the nicest woman he knew, the mother hen of the entire crew, and he still felt real affection for her. Harry Reynolds, the owner and director, was a charming man in his early sixties, a living relic from the golden age of porn who'd been in the business since the early eighties. He could seem a little parodic, but Mike knew it was a persona Harry had worn so long it had almost become real.

Apart from Liza and Mike, the studio had no regular employees. Actors and actresses came and went. Some were pleasant, some not so much. His personal favorite was Katie Knoxx, but she'd left the business a couple of months earlier. He still missed her, both personally and professionally. The occasional message from her helped; she seemed happy.

Today, though, he would be shooting one of his least favorite actresses: Nicky Knockers. Nicky had chosen her name well; her knockers were spectacular, but that was about the only thing he liked about her. She was whiny, demanding, and had diva tendencies he detested. Her on-screen presence was almost nonexistent. Harry was usually brilliant at getting the best out of his talent, and his films were usually filled with old-school porn charm, but with Nicky there was nothing to work with. Harry had once confided that the main reason he still used her was that her plastic-bimbo look was so striking it compensated for the lack of personality and made her films quite lucrative.

On the plus side, today's scene also featured John Bradley and Cory Hunt. John was an all-around good guy and a regular at Starlight Studios. Professional, easy to work with, and he always delivered in every sense of the word. Mike had shot multiple scenes with John, and there were never any issues. Cory he'd only shot with once before, but that scene had been great. She was one of the biggest names in the milf category right now: friendly, down-to-earth, and built like a goddess. Famous for her curves and stamina, but what Mike liked most was her infectious laugh. A new guy, Hank Hammer, would round out the cast. Mike hadn't met Hank, but according to Harry, Hank was new to the business and showed a lot of potential.

Chapter 2 - Mirror Image

Mike walked into the studio and spotted Liza at her makeup station. He headed over.

"Hi, Liza. How's it going?"

She looked up and smiled. "Hi, Mike. Just getting ready to make our stars shine."

"And you sure know how to do that." He glanced toward the far end of the room where Nicky stood chewing gum. "Too bad you can only fix their looks, not their personalities."

Liza raised an eyebrow, trying for a stern look, but with a sparkle in her eyes betraying her. "Mike, be nice. I know she's not as easy-going as some of the others, but she's young. She'll come around."

Mike sighed. "I hope so. At least Cory's coming. She's cool."

At that moment, Harry's voice boomed across the room. "Mike, get over here!"

Mike turned and saw the director emerging from his small office--immaculate silver hair and beard, smooth and charming as ever. They shook hands.

"Hi, Harry. So, we're making a new masterpiece today?"

Harry laughed. "We sure are. I've written an amazing script, and Cory will be perfect in her role. I even think I'll be able to coax something out of Nicky today."

"Great. Tell me."

Harry lowered his voice like he was sharing a state secret. "We've done something similar before, but this time I've come up with a twist that'll blow your socks off. Much like Nicky's gonna blow Hank." He chuckled at his own joke. "Here's the deal. Cory plays the single mom of a teenage daughter--Nicky. Nicky has her boyfriend Hank over. That's the first scene. They start having sex in her room, and just as Hank finishes over her face, Cory walks in. She's shocked, yells at Hank to get out, then reprimands Nicky and grounds her 'forever.'"

Mike nodded. "Fair enough, but I'm not seeing the 'amazing twist' yet."

"Stay with me. Next scene: Cory on the phone, talking to Hank's father--John. She's shouting about that 'perverted little bastard' defiling her innocent daughter. She says she's coming over so they can deal with it."

Mike smiled. "I think I can guess where this is going."

Harry winked. "Maybe some of it, but not the new twist. Anyway, Cory knocks, John opens the door, they argue for a while, and--surprise--things heat up. They end up fucking right there in the living room."

Mike gasped. "What? You're saying they have sex? Please stop, I can't take it."

Harry laughed. "Ha! I know. But that's not the twist. Ready?"

Mike nodded, already having a pretty good idea.

"They have sex in the living room, and just as John finishes on her face, Hank walks in and sees them." Harry grinned, clearly pleased with himself.

Mike almost laughed--he'd guessed it a mile away--but managed to turn it into a surprised gasp. "Wow. That's genius."

Harry nodded seriously. "The symmetry and irony are perfect. It leaves room for philosophy and introspection. But it's going to take some tricky directing and camerawork."

"Yeah? Why?"

"Because this is all about symmetry. We're mirroring the two scenes. The closer they are, the better the end result. My vision is the perfect copy. Whatever Hank and Nicky do, Cory and John have to do the exact same thing. You with me?"

Mike was interested despite himself. "I'm with you. Ordinary viewers might not notice, but people in the business will. This could actually be an AVN contender."

Harry beamed. "Exactly. I've won a few Best Scene awards and was nominated for Best Film back in '91, but I've never taken the big one. This will be my definitive masterpiece."

Mike looked at him. "You know, if Katie were still here this would be a lock. With Nicky... I don't know."

Harry's smile faded. "Yeah. I miss her. She was the absolute best in this business, bar none. But Cory's real good too, and in this film the second scene is the pivotal one. We'll shoot Nicky first--she wouldn't be able to replicate Cory--but Cory is a real actress. She'll watch everything Nicky does and match it exactly. And we have one of the best cameramen in the business." He looked at Mike. "Your eye for angles and lighting is unrivalled. A lot can be done in editing if--"

He was cut off as the studio door opened and John Bradley walked in--tall, well-built, early forties, confident and relaxed. He headed straight for them, hand outstretched.

"Hi, Harry. Good seeing you."

Harry shook it. "John, you too. Can't wait to see you with Cory today. I know she's looking forward to it."

John grinned and turned to Mike. "How are things, Mike? Still happy behind the camera?"

"Yeah, I like it there. I don't think anyone wants us to swap places."

John laughed. "Maybe not yet, but I'm telling you--you've got the looks, and I've heard rumors you've got the stamina. One day I'll be too old to star. Maybe we can switch then."

Harry gave him an admonishing look. "Hold your horses, John. Mike's the best eye in the business. Don't try to lure him over to your side. I need him right where he is."

John held up his hands in mock surrender. "Hey, I'm not trying anything. Especially not today. I've been looking forward to getting dirty with Cory. No way the brat's taking that away from me."

They all laughed, and the conversation drifted into technical talk.

Chapter 3 - First Take

"Action!"

Harry's voice boomed from his folding chair in front of the set. The stage was a typical teenage girl's bedroom: two standalone walls, a door in one of them, posters, a mirror and makeup table, a narrow bed piled with pillows. Nicky sat on the edge of the bed in a tiny tank top and shorts. Hank sat beside her, hand resting on her knee.

"I love you, Hank," Nicky said, batting her lashes like window blinds.

Hank smiled. "Love you too, babe." He reached up and immediately started squeezing her tits.

"Cut!" Harry shouted. "Hank, I love the high-school-boy energy, and I know I told you to play that angle, but John has to do the exact same thing later. We need balance. You're a young man who hasn't quite reached his potential yet, but the shape of the man is already there, waiting to be released."

Mike almost chuckled, but the earnest look on Harry's face stopped him. This mattered to the old maestro.

"Again!"

Nicky turned back to Hank and fluttered her lashes. "Hank, I love you."

"I love you too, babe." Hank visibly restrained himself. He put his hand on her knee, slid it slowly up her thigh, across her belly, and let it linger just below her breast for a full second before finally grabbing her tits and squeezing.

Harry looked exasperated for a moment, then sighed and twirled his fingers in the air, signaling them to continue.

Off to the side, Cory Hunt stood with a small notebook, studying every move Nicky made. John leaned in close to her and murmured something technical about timing and angles; Cory nodded and scribbled a quick note.

Hank lifted his butt from the bed, just long enough to shove his jeans and underwear down, then sat back on the bed. His cock sprang free, already hard. Mike nodded in approval. Not all the young, new guys were able to get hard with the whole crew around, but Hank obviously had no such problems.

Nicky wasted no time. She leaned over, eying his cock hungrily. "Wow, you really _do_ love me," she said, before impaling her face on his cock. Hank closed his eyes in pleasure, and leaned back on the bed. Nicky started bobbing with wet, eager slurps. Harry leaned forward in his chair.

"That's it, Nicky--slow at first, then deeper. Look up at him every few seconds. Hank, hands in her hair, but gentle. You're the boyfriend, not a porn star yet."

Nicky obeyed, sliding further down until her nose brushed his stomach. She gagged softly, pulled back with a string of spit connecting her lips to his cock, then dove in again. Mike moved in with the handheld for a tight shot of her lips stretched around the shaft, spit glistening, her silicone tits swaying with every bob.

John watched intently, murmuring to Cory. "Look, she's going deep early. He's about my length, but I'm a bit thicker. Can you match that?"

Cory nodded, not taking her eyes off Nicky. "Sure, I've taken bigger."

Harry kept coaching. "Good. Now switch. Nicky, get on all fours. Hank, I want you to take her from behind. Start with long, deep strokes, then up the pace gradually. Nicky, I want you to make lots of noise for this."

Nicky took Hank's cock out of her mouth, nodded and got on her knees and elbows. Hank knelt behind her and lined his cock up with her pussy. He slid it up and down her crack a few times, then drove it in with one long, steady push.

Nicky's mouth fell open. "Fuuuuck... yes--"

Hank gripped her hips and started thrusting, deep and deliberate at first. Every stroke made her heavy silicone tits swing hard beneath her. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the small set. Nicky pushed back to meet him, moaning louder with each thrust.

"Harder," she gasped. "Come on, baby, fuck me like you mean it--"

Hank obliged, speeding up until the bed frame creaked. Nicky's moans turned into sharp, high squeals.

Mike kept the handheld steady, framing the exact angle Harry would want later. Still, he couldn't help noticing how easily Hank was handling her. The kid had zero stage fright. Lucky bastard, Mike thought, then pushed the thought aside and tightened the shot on Nicky's face.

Harry leaned forward in his chair. "Good... now flip her. Missionary. I want to see her face when you go deep."

Hank pulled out with a wet sound. Nicky rolled onto her back without being told, legs already spreading. Hank hooked her knees over his arms, lined up again, and sank back in to the hilt. Nicky's back arched off the mattress.

"Oh my god--yes, just like that--"

Mike moved in closer, capturing the bounce of her silicone tits and the way her mouth stayed open between moans. A year ago this would've had him hard as a rock and sweating through his shirt. Now he just adjusted focus and kept shooting. Progress, he supposed.

They ran through the positions methodically. Hank was a machine, always ready for the next switch. Nicky's theatrical moans filled the set while Mike captured every angle cleanly. After the last position Harry called a short break.

"Okay, take five, everyone." He waved Mike over. "Do we have enough? I want to do the money shot so we can move on to Cory and John."

"Think so," Mike said. "Classic missionary, both cowgirls, lots of tittyfucking. Oral both ways, plenty of groping and moaning. We're good."

"Splendid. Now for the finish. I'm torn. Standing facial is classic and perfect for the messy look I want, but we've got two of the bustiest leads in the business. We should use that. Straddling titfuck with the finish on tits and face. What do you think?"

Mike considered it. "Easier to aim while standing, but John's a pro--he'll hit whatever you want. I haven't worked with Hank before, so I don't know how his aim is."

Harry frowned, weighing it carefully the way he always did. Finally he decided. "We'll go with the straddling finish. Hank's done well so far. I think he'll pull it off."

"Places everybody," Harry yelled, and the crew assembled. Nicky and Hank got to the stage, the others took position around Harry.

"We're wrapping up this scene. Just the money shot, then we do Cory and John."

He addressed Nicky and Hank. "Nicky, we're gonna do titfuck to facial, so lie down on your back. Hank, you'll straddle her."

Hank and Nicky nodded, taking their positions on the bed.

"Nicky, squeeze your tits around his cock while he fucks them. When he's ready to shoot, be sure to keep your mouth open, and look straight up at him. We don't want anyone accusing you of dodging."

Mike chuckled inwardly. Nicky might have some bad qualities, cum dodger was not one of them.

Nicky was on her back on the bed. Hank straddled her chest, cock nestled between her massive silicone tits. She pushed them together around him and moaned theatrically while he thrust. The head of his cock popped out between her cleavage with every stroke, brushing her lips. Mike had two tripods running--one wide, one medium--and the handheld ready for the close-up.

"Hank, whenever you're ready," Harry said. "One on the tits, then most of it on her face. Nicky, mouth open, eyes up. Catch as much as you can."

"Sure," Nicky said, already looking up with her mouth wide.

Hank thrust harder, sweat beading on his forehead. He grunted, then let go. The first thick spurt painted a white stripe across the tops of her tits. He adjusted and fired three more ropes straight across her face. Then a final heavy pulse that landed mostly in her open mouth. Cum dripped from her chin, clung to her lashes, and ran down into her cleavage. Nicky swallowed what was in her mouth, then grabbed his cock and licked the head clean with long, deliberate strokes.

Mike was right there with the handheld, capturing every messy detail in tight close-up.

Off to the side, Cory and John watched in silence. John's eyes were focused, already locking the timing and angles into memory for the mirror scene later.

Harry turned toward the fake door. "Aaaand... Cory!"

The door opened and Cory Hunt bustled in, dressed as the concerned single mom. She took one look at the bed--Nicky still on her back, face and tits dripping, Hank still straddling her--and her expression shifted into perfect shock.

"What the hell is this?!" she shouted. She stormed forward and started slapping Hank on the shoulders and the back of the head with open hands. "Get up! Get out of my house right now, you little pervert!"

Hank scrambled off the bed, grabbed his jeans from the floor, and bolted for the door, still half-dressed. Nicky stayed exactly where she was, cum dripping down her face, not moving.

Cory spun on her. "You naughty girl! How could you? In my house? With the door unlocked? You're grounded--forever! Do you hear me? Forever!"

"That's a wrap!" Harry shouted.

Chapter 4 - Perfect Copy

The crew gathered around Harry for a short break while the set was flipped from teenage bedroom to living room. Hank was back in jeans and T-shirt. Nicky wore a skimpy bathrobe that barely contained her figure. Harry broke down the next scene.

"Alright. Here's the rundown. Cory, you knock on the door. The second John opens the door, storm in and start shouting about his 'perverted, disgusting kid.' John, you keep your cool. Try to calm her down. Kids will be kids, remind her what it felt like to be young and horny. Invite her to sit. Keep smooth-talking. After a while, Cory, put your hand on his knee. From there you mirror Nicky and Hank as closely as you can. Got it?"

John and Cory both nodded.

"Places."

John sat on the couch. Cory stood outside the fake door. Nicky wandered over to the makeup station couch and flipped open a magazine.

"Aaaand... action!"

Cory knocked. John opened the door. She stormed in, voice already raised.

"Your son is a perverted little bastard! He defiled my daughter in my own house!"

John kept his tone reasonable and calm, guiding her toward the couch, talking her down. Gradually her volume dropped. They sat. He turned toward her, still soothing.

"Can't you remember what it was like, being young and horny?" He smiled, perfect white teeth flashing. "I know that whenever I sit next to a beautiful woman like yourself, there's nothing I want more than to do exactly what Hank did to your daughter."

Cory blushed and looked down. "No... don't say that. That's not right."

John gently placed his hand on her knee. "Come now, Cory. Don't you remember how it used to feel?" He slid his hand slowly up her thigh, across her belly, and let it linger just below her breast the way Hank had. Her mouth opened slightly; a soft gasp escaped. John's smile widened as he cupped her full breast through her blouse.

Harry grinned as John grabbed Cory's tits, and they moved into the mirror sequence. John mirrored Hank exactly, and lifted his butt from the couch to push down his pants. Just like Hank, his cock popped up, hard and pulsing. Cory leaned over, mimicking Nicky perfectly. "Wow, I _do_ remember this feeling," she said, and engulfed his cock with her mouth. Harry watched from his chair, practically glowing.

"Perfect, Cory--exact same depth, same eye contact. John, hands in her hair, gentle. Beautiful."

Cory kept bobbing, taking John deep the way Nicky had done with Hank. Wet, rhythmic slurps filled the quiet set. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her full natural breasts. She pulled off with a soft gasp, a shiny string of saliva still connecting her lips to the head of his cock, then went straight back down, nose pressed to his stomach.

Harry watched, eyes bright. "Good... now switch. Same as before. Cory on all fours. John, take her from behind. Start with long, deep strokes, then up the pace gradually."

Cory pulled off, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and turned around on the couch, dropping to her knees and elbows. John moved behind her, one hand on the small of her back. He dragged the thick head of his cock up and down her wet slit a few times, then pushed in slowly until he was buried to the hilt.

Cory let out a low, throaty moan. "Fuck... yes--"

John started thrusting, deep and controlled at first, exactly as Hank had. Every stroke made Cory's heavy tits swing beneath her. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed across the set. She pushed back to meet him, moaning louder with each thrust.

"Harder," she breathed. "Come on, give it to me--"

John sped up, hips snapping forward. Cory's moans climbed higher, pure and unrestrained, while John grunted and panted behind her.

Mike worked the cameras hard, matching every angle he'd used earlier. The symmetry was already looking good. He felt a small flicker of satisfaction--this was the part of the job he actually loved. Clean angles, clean timing, no drama. Just the work.

Cory and John moved through the positions--missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy--mirroring the earlier scene almost move for move. Harry looked like a man watching his masterpiece come to life.

After the last position they took a short break. Cory and John sat on the couch sipping water. Harry and Mike stepped aside to review.

"I think we're nearly finished," Harry said. "All the positions. Just the money shot left. You agree?"

"Yeah," Mike said. "It'll take some careful editing, but I can't think of anything Nicky and Hank did that John and Cory haven't already matched."

"Great. Let's close it out." Harry turned back to the actors. "Cory, on your back. John, straddle her chest."

They took positions. Harry reminded them: "John, one spurt on the tits, then three to the face, just like Hank. The rest in her mouth. Can you do that?"

John nodded, the consummate professional. "Sure, boss. I've got this."

"Cory?"

She smiled up at him. "No sweat, Harry. I'll lie here, mouth open, squeezing my tits around him. He'll give me one on the tits, three across my face, and I'll catch the rest in my mouth. Then I'll lick the head clean, just like Nicky did."

Harry grinned. "Splendid. You're the best, both of you." He looked toward the fake door where Hank stood ready. "Hank, wait for my signal, then walk in shocked and horrified--exactly like Cory did earlier."

Hank gave a thumbs-up.

"John, whenever you're ready."

John thrust between Cory's full, natural breasts, grunting, eyes closed in concentration. Cory played it perfectly, moaning in ecstasy and looking up at him with adoring eyes, mouth wide open. Harry watched, eyes shining.

"Here it comes, baby," John growled. He grabbed his cock and stroked hard. The first thick rope painted a white stripe across the tops of Cory's tits. He adjusted and fired three more heavy spurts across her face and into her open mouth. Cum dripped everywhere. Cory swallowed what landed in her mouth, then grabbed his cock and licked the head clean with slow, deliberate strokes.

Harry muttered, "Perfect... just perfect." He pointed at Hank and mouthed Go.

Hank opened the door, stepped in, and froze. His face transformed into almost comical shock as he took in the sight of his father straddling Cory, both of them sweaty and spent, her face covered in cum.

"Cut!" Harry yelled.

The studio erupted in applause and laughter. Mike set the handheld down, smiling. Nicky, still in her bathrobe, came over from the makeup couch chewing gum and handed Cory a towel. Cory wiped her face, laughing.

"Damn it, John. Where do you keep all that cum?"

John laughed and helped her to her feet. "What can I say, babe? You bring out the best in me."

Harry turned to Hank. "Great work, kid. Pleasure working with you. You remind me of John when he was your age. Hope you'll do more scenes with us."

"You bet," Hank said. "This was only my third scene, but by far the most fun."

Things settled quickly after that. Liza finished packing her station, gave Mike a warm goodbye hug, and left. Harry headed out with an arm around Hank's shoulders, already talking about future projects. Cory and John left together, chatting amiably. Nicky disappeared into the dressing room to clean up.

Chapter 5 - Off Script

A little while later, Nicky reappeared. Her long black hair hung loose and still a little damp from the shower. She'd refreshed her makeup and changed into skimpy denim shorts and a tiny tank top that her massive tits strained against. She walked over to Mike, who was almost finished packing the gear.

"Good scene," she said.

"Yeah, it was. Harry was beside himself. He really thinks this might win him an award."

Nicky smiled. "I hope it does. I like doing films for him sometimes, even if I make a lot more from my OnlyFans."

"Yeah?" Mike knew she had a page but had never looked at it.

"Oh yeah. I make a ton. But it's hard, you know? I have to do everything myself. Chat sessions with clients are where the real money is, but I still need regular content. Usually I just invite fans over. They do it for free." She giggled. "But I only film with my phone, and I don't know how to edit."

Mike nodded, thinking how different that world was from Starlight.

"Have you seen my profile?" she asked. He shook his head. "I mostly do boob stuff and blowjobs. The guy holds the phone while I suck him, then he cums on my face and tits. But most of them are no good. The second they get close they forget they're supposed to be filming. I've spent ages sucking them off and half the time the money shot isn't even on camera. It's so annoying. I mean, it's like giving away free blowjobs."

Mike tilted his head sympathetically. "Yeah, that sucks." He chuckled a little at the unintended pun. "I'm not surprised, though. Most guys aren't John or Hank. Looking down at a face and tits like yours covered in cum... hard to keep focus." He glanced at her chest and grinned. "They are pretty spectacular."

She smiled. "Thanks. I know."

Her smile faded. "Some of the newer girls have much better content than me. I'm doing okay for now, but soon they'll pass me. I need to up my game."

Mike looked at her, a bit puzzled. Why was she telling him all this?

Nicky glanced around the empty studio, then back at him. For a second the usual bravado slipped. She still stood with her chest out, still looked like the same plastic-perfect diva, but her voice dropped a notch.

"Look... I know how I come off on set. I get it. Harry hates working with me, half the crew rolls their eyes, and you probably think I'm a pain in the ass." She gave a short, self-aware little laugh. "I am a pain in the ass here. This whole classic-porn thing just isn't my world. I'm better when it's just me, a phone, and a guy who actually wants to be there."

She reached up and adjusted one of the thin straps of her tank top, almost nervously.

"On OnlyFans I don't have to pretend I'm some high-school girlfriend or whatever Harry's writing that day. I can just... be the girl with the ridiculous tits who loves sucking cock and getting messy. That's the version of me that makes money. And right now that version needs better video than what my drunk fans can shoot on their phones."

She met his eyes again, the usual cockiness returning, but softer around the edges.

"So here goes. You've got a good camera, right? And you're a great photographer. Maybe you could help me?"

He blinked, surprised. "Uh... I don't know. I have a job here."

"Yeah, but not all the time, right?" She reached out and rested a hand on his chest. "Harry wouldn't mind if you helped me with a little scene, would he?"

Mike swallowed. "Uh... no, I guess not. You want me to film you with some fan?"

Nicky giggled, the familiar playful spark coming back full force. "No, silly. I had something else in mind. Come here. Grab your camera."

Still a little stunned, Mike followed her to the couch and picked up the camera.

"Okay, start filming me," she said.

He raised it and hit record. The red light came on and Nicky transformed.

"Hi, everyone," she cooed at the lens. "Have I got a show for you today." She smiled seductively. "My good friend Mike has agreed to film me, and he's the world's best cameraman." She almost squealed. "Say hi, Mike."

"Uh... hi," he managed.

Nicky giggled at the camera. "I think Mike's a little shy, but that's okay. You're not here to see him, are you?" She turned, jutted her ass out, then spun back. "You're here to see me, right?" She moved her hands up to her tits, lifted them slightly, then cupped them. "And these."

Mike kept the camera steady, though his heart quickened a little.

"So, I got a message from one of my biggest fans the other day. He was wondering if my boobs were real." She giggled. "No, silly, of course they're not. These are as fake as they come," she said, pride in her voice. "They cost me a lot of money, but look at them!" With that, she pulled the tank top down, her boobs spilling over the hem.

Nicky kept talking to her fans in a constant stream of soft moans and dirty commentary while she slowly peeled off the tank top and shorts. When she was naked she lifted her heavy silicone tits toward the lens.

"Mike, do you like these?"

"Uh... yeah. They're great."

"How would you like to stick your cock between them?"

Mike, finally catching up to the situation, smiled a little. "You know, I think I'd like that very much."

Nicky beamed at the camera. "Of course you would. And maybe you'd like me to suck your cock too?"

Mike laughed. "Has anyone ever answered no to that question?"

"Never." She dropped to her knees in front of him, still looking at the lens. "Well, guys, you heard him. He wants me to suck his cock. Let's give the man what he wants."

She yanked his pants and underwear down. His cock sprang free, fully hard. Nicky looked at it appreciatively, then back at the camera.

"Oh my. Mike's been holding out on me. He packs a monster."

"Thanks," Mike said, grinning. He held his camera rock steady, full focus on Nicky's face and his own, hard cock.

She stroked him slowly, eyes locked on his cock. "I've had a lot of fans on here, but this might be one of the nicest cocks I've seen." She leaned in and took him into her mouth.

"God!" Mike uttered, feeling Nicky's hot mouth engulf his penis. "Wow, Nicky. That's so good."

And it was good. Say what you would about Nicky, but she was an amazing cock-sucker. Mike watched through the viewfinder, enjoying every second. Nicky was a natural in this format--far better than she ever was in Harry's classic scenes. She sucked him with wet, enthusiastic skill, spit quickly coating his shaft and dripping down to his balls.

Nicky looked up at him, taking his cock out of her mouth. "So you like it, eh? You've seen me do it many times, but never to you. Is it all you imagined?"

Mike moaned, breathing heavily. "Ah, Nicky. I never knew how good you were at this."

Nicky laughed softly, holding his cock in her hand. "Oh, poor Mike. I've barely started. Watch this." And with that, her face dropped as she took his whole length into her throat.

Mike groaned as his cock disappeared, feeling her throat working around him. He kept the camera locked on her face, but his free hand tightened on the grip. Jesus. He'd filmed her doing this to other guys a dozen times. Feeling it was a completely different thing.

She pulled back with long shiny strings of saliva connecting her lips to the head, then went back down. Up and down, in and out, driving him mad with lust. She popped his cock out and wrapped her tits around it, bouncing them up and down before going back to sucking him.

After a solid ten minutes of sucking and tittyfucking, she pulled off, still stroking him, and looked into the camera.

"So, Mike. You enjoying yourself?"

"Yeah," he grunted.

She laughed. "Me too. But I think it's time to wrap this up. I want your cum. I really, really want your cum. I want to taste it." She looked up at him, winking. "That ok with you?"

Mike grinned, knowing she was performing for her fans as much as for him. "And I want to give it to you. Where do you want it?"

Nicky looked genuinely surprised for a second. "Mike, you're the first guy who's ever asked me that. Most guys just jerk off wherever they feel like. You're a gentleman."

He laughed. "I was raised right."

She giggled. "Tell your mom I said thanks." Then she looked back at the camera, still stroking him. She addressed her audience. "So, Mike wants me to choose. Let's see... guys go crazy for my tits, so I want some there. They also love watching me swallow, so I need some in my mouth. And of course everybody loves a facial, so I need some on my face too."

She looked at his cock, then back at the lens. "That's a tall order."

She looked at him. "Mike, how much do you usually cum?"

"It's been a while. Probably a decent amount."

"Good. Okay, this is what I want. First, one spurt on my tits. Don't worry, I'll probably scoop it up and eat it afterwards anyway." She laughed. "I'm quite dirty like that. After the first spurt, plaster my face with another shot or two, then try to get the rest in my mouth. Think you can do that?"

Mike nodded eagerly, then remembered he wasn't in the shot. "Sure," he said. "I can do that."

Nicky grinned hungrily. "Great. Let me have it."

Mike stroked himself the last few times and let go. The first thick rope landed across the tops of her tits. He aimed higher and painted a heavy stripe across her cheek and nose. The rest he fed straight into her open mouth. Nicky swallowed, moaning and squeezing her tits, then immediately leaned in and took him to the hilt. She held him there for a few seconds, then slowly retracted her head, lips tight around his cock, milking the last drops out of him. When she finally pulled off she scooped the cum from her tits with two fingers and licked them clean while looking straight into the lens.

She swallowed the last of it, licked her lips, and smiled at the camera.

"Well, guys, I hope you liked the show. I know I did." She glanced up at Mike. "Did you enjoy it, Mike?"

"Oh yeah. I loved it."

"Good. Maybe you'll come back another time?"

Mike stopped recording. Nicky stood up, still naked and glistening.

"That was awesome. Thank you."

"No--thank you," Mike said, grinning.

She smiled and rested a hand on his chest again. "You know, I didn't realize you were such a cool guy. I mean it--you're welcome on my show anytime." Her fingers traced a small circle on his shirt. "Actually, I owe you one for this. If you ever want to try this mouth again without having to work the camera... just let me know."

Mike looked at her for a second, still a little surprised by how the evening had turned. Then he grinned.

"I might take you up on that," he said. "But only if you promise not to complain about the lighting."

Nicky laughed, the sound lighter than anything he'd heard from her on set. "Deal."

They got dressed in comfortable silence. Mike packed the last of the gear while she pulled her tank top and shorts back on. When everything was locked up, they stepped out into the cool night air together. The parking lot was almost empty.

"See you around, Mike," she said, already heading toward her car.

"Yeah," he called after her. "See you around."

He watched her drive off, then climbed into his own car. The studio lights were dark behind him. He picked up his phone, opened Snapchat, and scrolled down to his chat with Katie. With a small grin he typed a quick message:

"Hey Kate. You're not gonna *believe* what just happened."

He hit send, started the engine, and drove home, a smile on his lips.