First Month

Part 2 -- First Month

Chapter 1 -- I'm In

As Mike parked outside Starlight Studios, the building didn't look quite as foreboding as the previous day. Sure, yesterday had been awkward, embarrassing, and at times downright horrible, but there had been moments when he'd felt he might actually enjoy working here. It might take time, and he was pretty sure it would never be perfect, but he was optimistic.

"Ah, Mike." Harry's voice boomed through the studio as he entered. Harry approached him, beaming. "So, the prodigal son returns. That's splendid. We didn't scare you off yesterday?"

"Uh, no, sir. I mean, Harry. You didn't scare me off."

"Capital. We've hired people before who never came back after their first day. We've used freelancers since the last unfortunate candidate left, but that's not a good long-term solution. We need continuity. We need stability."

"Uh, okay. What happened to the last guy?"

"Well, this line of work isn't for everyone. Some people can maintain decorum. The last guy? Not so much."

"Oh. I see." Mike decided not to ask for details.

"That's why I had such high hopes for you. A young man with a degree in filmmaking, just what we were looking for."

"Uh, yeah," Mike said, not bothering to correct Harry. He did have a bachelor's degree in photography and media, but he supposed film-making was close enough.

"That means you have a vision," Harry said. "It means you want to create something. Something worth creating."

"Well, I guess," Mike said.

"And you guess correctly." He turned as if to leave.

"Excuse me, sir. I mean, Harry. What are we shooting today?"

Harry turned back. "Oh, we're not shooting today." He paused. "I haven't explained our operations yet, have I? Well, let's remedy that right away." He put a hand on Mike's shoulder, leading him over to the back wall. "First, let me show you to your office."

An office? He grinned to himself. Wow, he'd get his own office.

"Ah, here we are," Harry said as he opened a door. They entered. Or rather, Mike entered. There wasn't room for anybody else.

The office was tiny. There was a small desk with a seventeen-inch monitor, a keyboard and a mouse. On the floor beside the desk sat a bulky beige computer, and behind the desk was a chair. That was it.

"Here's where you do the editing," Harry said. "I don't know much about computers, but we paid top dollar for that machine."

"Uh, when was that?" Mike asked.

"Oh, it's almost new. Maybe eight or nine years ago? Something like that." He turned to Mike. "You do know how to edit, right?"

Mike looked at the computer, then back to Harry. "Uh, yeah. I'm used to... another kind of computer, that's all."

Harry grinned in relief. "Good. I did a fair bit of editing back in the day." He sighed. "But back then, it was strips of film, scissors and glue. This new digital world isn't the same."

Mike looked back at the computer under his desk. "I believe you."

"We usually shoot two films a week, sometimes three. The rest of the time, there's editing, preparation, maintenance--all the little things that keep this place running." Harry beckoned Mike to follow.

"Here's the prop room," he said, opening another door. The room was quite a bit larger than Mike's office, but there was even less free space. There were boxes and crates stacked atop each other, and shelves along three of the walls, filled with all sorts of items. Most of it was clothes, everything from tiny skirts to cartoonish prison outfits, but there was also a wide range of other items. Some of them he recognized immediately, even if he'd never had much use for them himself. Others were less obvious, but he had a pretty good idea what kind of store they came from.

"In here, you'll usually find what you need for any kind of film. Liza's a wizard with a needle and thread. If something is too large or small, or gets torn during a shoot, she'll help you out."

"She's not here today?"

"No, she usually has the day off when we're not shooting."

They were back in the main hall, the impromptu tour apparently over. Harry pointed over to the three remaining doors. "That's my office, the dressing rooms with the showers, and a bathroom. And that's about it." He looked at Mike. "Well, that's Starlight Studios. Not much to look at, perhaps, but we make it work." He studied Mike for a moment. "So, what do you say? Still interested?"

Mike looked at the older man. He paused for a few seconds, thinking back on the previous day. There had been painful moments, but also fun ones.

He smiled and stuck his hand out. "I'm in."

Chapter 2 -- Making the Cut

Mike sat behind his monitor, a still of Katie sitting on the couch in her housewife's outfit filling half the display. The remaining screen space showed menus, buttons, check boxes and sliders. He took a sip of his coffee and reached for the mouse.

The machine was pretty old, slower even than his own home computer, to say nothing of the professional equipment he'd used back in college. But to be fair, Harry probably hadn't exaggerated when he said it was expensive when it was new. He had transferred all the raw footage from the digital cameras to the computer and had just launched the editing application. It was familiar software, albeit several versions behind what he was accustomed to.

It took most of the day. The final cut had to be no longer than twenty minutes, but with three cameras running almost continuously, he had several hours of footage to work with. The two stationary cameras had captured the action from fixed angles, while Mike had moved around with the handheld. Now he had to piece it all together, choosing the best angles, trimming away unnecessary footage, and rearranging shots until the scene flowed naturally.

When he reached the doggie section, he was painfully reminded of the worst moment of the previous day. There it was, Katie looking straight into the camera, smiling at him. When she said "Hard day at work, huh, Mike?" it didn't matter that he was alone in the room. His cheeks burned.

He shook his head. Get a grip. He chuckled at himself, then watched the footage again. And again.

Katie had her eyes closed, biting her lip. Then she opened them, looking straight into the camera, a playful little smile forming on her lips. He swallowed. It was a stunning shot. He trimmed the shot to end just before she spoke, leaving only that perfect, teasing smile. He set it to loop, then leaned back and watched it. Yes. That was perfect.

Satisfied, he added the shot to the sequence and continued editing the rest of the footage. The rest of the scene, especially the money shot, was very good and would probably be watched thousands of times on all sorts of streaming sites. But to him, that one shot of Katie's smile was the best part of the entire film.

With the editing done, he added the standard title card, credits, and copyright screen. He didn't know who used to do this, but he must have been a pretty organized guy; there were templates for everything. All Mike had to do was fill in John and Katie's names. He rendered the finished film, transferred it to a thumb drive, headed for Harry's office and knocked on the door.

"Enter."

Harry looked up as Mike entered. His office was larger than Mike's, but still quite modest. His desk was bigger than Mike's, and there was room for a couple of bookshelves, a small table, a little couch and an armchair. Mike noted that the couch wasn't all that different from various 'casting couches' he'd seen in porn films before, but for some reason, he didn't think this one had ever been used for something like that. He didn't know Harry all that well yet, but something told him that the old man didn't operate that way.

"Final cut ready. You wanted it on a thumb drive?"

"Ah, splendid. I'll give it a final look. If it meets our standards, I'll pass it on to the fellow who handles distribution."

"Distribution?"

"Oh, yes. Uploading, streaming, all that business." He frowned. "You know. The internet." He sighed. "Used to handle it myself, back when we shipped VHS tapes in cardboard boxes. Nowadays I leave it to someone who understands these things." His smile returned. "Anyway. I look forward to reviewing your cut."

Mike smiled. "Hope you'll like it."

"I'm sure I will. Tomorrow, we'll do another shoot. I've booked Cassandra Treasure and Pete West. We're doing another pretty straightforward couple scene."

Mike kept his face serious. "Great. I'd like to prepare a little. Can you telex me the script?"

Harry blinked. After a second, his mouth twitched. "You jest!" He chuckled. "I'm glad you're warming up, kid. See you tomorrow."

"Good night, Harry."

Chapter 3 -- Not Quite as Hard

When Mike entered the studio the next morning, Harry and Liza were sitting in the lounge area, chatting. Harry spotted him and rose to greet him. "Mike, good to see you."

"You too, Harry. Liza." He smiled over at her.

Harry continued. "I've just been telling Liza about your cut. It was perfect." He grinned. "To be fair, it isn't hard to find good clips with Katie, but this was something else. You've got the eye, kid."

"Thank you, Harry." Mike smiled. It felt good.

"Now, about today. Cassandra and Pete'll be here shortly. I have some business to attend to, so I'll be in my office. Unpack your gear and help Liza set the stage. We're doing an office scene. Liza knows the drill." He turned and walked away, leaving Mike and Liza to get started.

Liza came over. "I'm glad you're back," she said. She grinned. "If nothing else, I'll have someone to help me haul the office desk on stage."

Mike smiled. "Good to know I can be of use."

She smiled and led him to the prop room to get the desk. "I'm joking. I think you'll fit right in here. Harry was very pleased with your cut, and that little, uh, problem you had will soon be a thing of the past."

"Hope so. I told Harry I'm in, but if today's anything like yesterday, I might change my mind."

"Don't worry. It won't be."

He glanced over at her. "You sound pretty sure. Why?"

"Lots of reasons. I've seen it before, like I told you. It always passes at some point. But the most important reason? Katie's not here today." She smiled at him. "You're not the only guy to be smitten by her, you know?"

Mike gave her a slightly embarrassed smile. "No, guess not. She's very cute."

Liza snorted. "Yeah, right. 'Cute' my ass. She's stunning and you know it."

Mike glanced over at her, keeping his face serious. "I don't know. She's no Liza Evans."

Liza gaped at him, then swatted his shoulder, laughing. "You rascal. I'm a married woman."

Mike grinned back. "Can't blame a guy for dreaming, right?"

A large desk that could have been lifted from any executive's office stood center stage. Behind it was a large leather chair, and a bookshelf filled with folders stood against the fake wall. On the desk, there were neat piles of papers, next to an old typewriter. In porn, time stood still, Mike thought.

He had set up the cameras and the lights. He'd guessed where most of the action would take place and angled the lights and cameras accordingly. He hadn't checked with Harry, but he felt pretty certain today's film couldn't be that different from other 'office porn' films he'd seen.

He went over to the lounge area and poured coffee for himself and Liza. Liza followed and plumped down on the couch. "Thanks, hon," she said, taking a sip.

Mike reached for his own cup as he heard the door open. He glanced over. A woman and a man came in, hand in hand. The man looked to be in his early thirties, the woman perhaps a few years younger.

"Hello," the man said, approaching the lounge area. "Are we in the right place? We're here for the shoot?"

Liza got up and walked over. "Pete and Cassandra?" she said.

"Yeah," the man said. "Well, Paul and Catherine, actually, but you know." He smiled, a little embarrassed.

Liza gave him a reassuring smile. "Of course, of course. Please have a seat. Harry'll be out any moment. Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"Yes, please," Paul said. He glanced over at the woman. "Catherine?"

She smiled at Liza. "Thank you."

They sat down on the couch and Liza poured two cups of coffee for them. Mike smiled at them from his chair. "Hi," he said. "I'm Mike. I work the cameras. Nice to meet you."

They smiled and nodded at him. Catherine looked over at the stage. "We're not very used to this, you know." She turned to Mike. "We do amateur stuff. From home, mostly. Sometimes in fitting rooms or public restrooms. Paul works the cameras." She giggled. "Well, the camera, actually."

Paul grinned at her. "That way, our viewers don't have to look at me. You're the sexy one, anyway."

"Don't sell yourself short. You're a stud," she said.

Mike smiled. He liked the couple. He wouldn't say Paul was a stud exactly. He was a perfectly normal guy. Catherine, on the other hand, was quite striking. She was tall and slender, with long, dark blonde hair and a pretty face. "Home stuff, huh?" he said.

"Yes," Paul answered. "We started four or five years ago with some pictures of Catherine on some amateur forums. People liked them and asked for more." He shrugged. "Pretty soon, we had our own website, charging per view."

Mike nodded. "And now you wanna go pro?"

"No, nothing like that." Catherine smiled. "We do pretty well on our own. But, you know, we thought it'd be fun to try this at least once." She grinned at Paul. "Also, I think our viewers would like to see Paul's, uh, Pete's face. Maybe we'll get more female subscribers."

Mike laughed. "I hope you do."

Their chat was interrupted as Harry came out of his office. He approached, wearing his most charming smile. "Welcome to Starlight Studios," he called halfway there. "Good to have you here."

Paul and Catherine rose, and he shook their hands. "I watched some of your stuff," he said. He looked at Catherine. "You are very beautiful. With some decent studio lights and better cameras, you're really gonna shine." He turned to Paul. "You've been more, well, private. I've only seen your cock so far. Do you want to keep it like that, or is this your butterfly moment?"

Paul and Catherine looked at each other, a little bewildered. Mike hid a grin.

"Uh," Paul started. "I don't know anything about butterflies, but yeah, we want to do a scene with both of us."

"Splendid," Harry said. "Absolutely splendid. So much easier to tell a proper story that way." He held up a sheet of paper and handed it to Catherine. "I've taken the liberty of preparing a script. Of course, it's not set in stone, and I love some good improvisation, but it's often helpful to have an idea about what we want to achieve before we start, don't you agree?"

Catherine held the paper so both she and Paul could read it. They were silent for a few moments, scanning the script. Paul finished first. "This looks great," he said. "Uh, but there's quite a lot of talking, isn't it?" He glanced at Catherine.

She looked up. "Well, yeah, a bit. More than we usually do." She grinned. "But that's just 'cause you like me to use my mouth for something other than talking." Liza snorted.

"But I like the idea of doing something like this," Catherine said, still looking at Paul. She turned to Harry. "We mostly do just the fucking, you know, but this looks cool. It's just like a real film."

Harry beamed at her. "My dear, it is a real film." He gestured toward Liza. "Please, let Liza help you with your outfits and makeup. Mike and I will discuss the technicalities."

"I'm very sorry," Pete said. "We really can't hire a new assistant at this time. Our budgets are severely strained already."

"But sir," Cassandra said, a slight note of desperation in her voice. "I really need this job. I've taken night classes and everything." She leaned over the desk, bending low, her face very close to Pete's. She tossed her long hair over one shoulder, letting it brush against his cheek. Her voice dropped to a low, sultry tone. "And I'm very dedicated."

Harry rose and approached the stage. "Marvelous. Catherine, you're a natural. And Paul, why the hell have you been hiding behind the camera for all these years?"

Paul smiled down at him. "Uh, I don't know. Old habit?"

"Such a waste. Right, that's it for the setup. Now, Catherine, you need this job. These are difficult times. You're prepared to go the extra mile. And Paul, the budget is tight, but there's always room for someone with the right attitude and dedication." He paused, looking at the script. "We'll start with the blowjob. Catherine, come around the desk and swivel his chair towards you. Start by unbuttoning his shirt, teasing him a little. Slowly, of course. Then pull down his pants before kneeling in front of him." He turned to Paul. "Pete tries to stay principled, but Cassandra's determined." He lowered the script. "I know you have your own ideas. Feel free to bring them into it."

They both nodded. Mike grabbed the handheld and moved closer. Liza looked up at him, smiling encouragingly.

"Roll film!"

Mike helped Liza haul the desk back into the prop room. Paul and Catherine had just left, and Mike had promised to send them all the raw footage, not just the finished film that would be distributed as usual.

"See?" Liza said.

He looked at her. "What?"

She smiled. "Much easier today."

"Ah, right." He smiled. "Yeah, it was, actually. Oh, I'm not saying I didn't get hard or anything, but it wasn't quite as bad. Progress, I guess."

"I noticed." Liza grinned. "That first blowjob seemed to be the 'hardest' part?"

"Yeah. Well, not the blowjob. Not really. It was all that dirty talk, you know? When she unbuttoned his shirt and knelt before him? I saw Harry's script. He'd only written two lines. She made up the rest on the spot. Sure, the blowjob looked nice, but it was her words that got me." He grinned. "That woman's got a mouth on her. In more ways than one."

"She did. I don't know where she got all that filth from. It just kept coming."

"Much like Paul during the money shot."

Liza laughed. "Mike!"

Chapter 4 -- Getting Boring

The first four weeks had been a whirlwind. Eight more films since that first day with Katie and John, and lots of editing. He'd also started organizing the prop room, making a list of all the gadgets and costumes. Liza had a pretty good idea what was in there, but even she'd been surprised by some of the stuff he'd found. He'd set aside a box for things he couldn't identify. Whenever Liza seemed a little down, he'd pull something from the box and innocently ask her if she knew what it was. It was usually good for a laugh, and he liked to hear her laugh.

He still felt he had to run to keep up, but what had been an all-out sprint was starting to feel more like a brisk jog. He smiled as he exited the prop room and went over to sit in the lounge area. Liza was reading a magazine, drinking tea.

"So, ready for the shoot?" she asked, her voice suspiciously innocent.

"Uh, I suppose. Anything in particular?"

She looked over at him with a sly grin. "Oh, nothing."

"Liza, what is it?" He smiled, but he was getting nervous. Liza could tease him mercilessly when the mood struck her, and now it seemed she was really enjoying herself.

"Harry didn't tell you about the film?"

"Uh, yeah, but it didn't strike me as anything out of the ordinary. Student trying to improve her grades, stern principal, secretary. Pretty standard."

"And the student?"

"What about her?"

She feigned disinterest. "Ah, nothing." She turned back to her magazine. "Katie's a pro. It'll be a breeze."

Mike was stunned. "Uh, Katie's coming back?"

Liza looked back at him, grinning again. "Sure is. This is gonna be fun, isn't it?"

Mike's mind was in turmoil. He'd done a lot of scenes after that day with Katie, and with each one, his 'problem' had become less acute. Sure, there were still scenes where he struggled, but nothing like that first day. Now, just thinking of seeing Katie again made his heart race.

Liza had tried to tell him he'd be fine, but he thought she was having way too much fun with this. She couldn't help herself. Every time she said something that made him feel a little better, her next remark had the opposite effect. Finally, she took pity on him, letting him off the hook.

"Mike, seriously. Don't worry about it." She smiled at him. "You've done a bunch of films. For that last one, I didn't notice any reaction at all. You've got this."

Mike grumbled. "The woman in the last film looked like my mom. And she sounded like my dad."

"Mike, I'm telling you, you're gonna be fine." She put her hand on his shoulder. "Keep your mind on the job, shoot the scene, go home. That's it."

Mike was still worried, but at least he felt he had Liza on his side. He went back to setting up the stage. They had two scenes today. The first would establish the story, the second would take care of the sex. Katie had to get past the school secretary to see the principal. They'd shoot that first, then rearrange the set to look like the principal's office. Another guy named Mike would play the principal.

As he worked, the door to the studio opened, and a woman Mike had never seen walked in. He felt a wave of relief. Katie was sick or something. This was a temp. This woman had to work in porn.

She looked about twenty years old, with long, shiny black hair, tight shorts that left nothing to the imagination and a tank top that barely contained her very large and very fake boobs. She wore ridiculously high heels and about fifty bracelets, chokers and rings. She chewed gum like she was getting paid as she walked over to the stage.

She stopped in front of the stage, blew a bubble and looked at him.

"Uh, hello," Mike said. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I'm here to shoot a scene. I'm Nicky."

"Uh, okay. Hi, Nicky, nice to meet you. You're playing the student, right?"

"The secretary."

Damn. "Uh, good. Why don't you go talk to Liza. She'll help you get ready." He gestured to Liza at her makeup station.

"Sure." Nicky blew another bubble as she turned and headed over to Liza, her heels clicking on the floor. Mike looked after her as she left. The secretary wasn't supposed to have sex with anyone, so he'd imagined it would be someone normal-looking, not... Well, this.

It wasn't long before two others entered the studio. Some guy who was probably the other Mike, and Katie. He noticed them both, but only had eyes for Katie. He sighed. Yep. This was gonna be hard.

They were all gathered near the stage, listening to Harry and Nicky. Mike had Katie just to his left. He kept his eyes on Harry and Nicky, acutely aware of Katie standing beside him.

"I thought I was gonna fuck someone," Nicky whined as she stomped her foot, her breasts jiggling. "My fans don't want to see me sit at some desk."

Harry looked at her. "I'm sorry, my dear, this part doesn't involve any sex. But your character is pivotal to the plot."

"I don't care about the plot!" she wailed. "That's not important."

Harry stared. "Not important?"

"Maybe just a blowjob? Please? I'm sure Mike can go twice." She looked over at the other Mike. "You can, right?"

The other Mike looked nervously from Nicky to Harry. "Uh, I guess?"

Harry, his patience already wearing thin, raised his voice--and not in his usual friendly boom. "Enough!"

She blinked at him, then closed her mouth. Harry closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. While he stood there, Mike heard a low whisper from his left, barely more than a breath. "Well, Mike, can you go twice?" He looked at Katie, who grinned and winked at him. He blushed slightly, but he managed to grin back.

When Harry opened his eyes again, there was no smile. "I'm the director." He looked pointedly at Nicky, brandishing the sheet of paper in his hand. "This is the script." He turned to the other Mike. "It doesn't matter if Mike can 'go' two times or ten. This script calls for one cumshot."

He looked back to Nicky, his stern expression softening a little. "I understand. You are young, trying to carve out a place for yourself in the world. I get it. We've all been there. But we are doing the film as it's written in the script. Are we clear?"

Nicky met his gaze, a sulky expression on her face. "Yes."

He held her gaze for another few seconds before looking away. He cleared his throat and started over, as if trying to put this whole unpleasant business behind him. "As I was saying, Katie. You'll play the young student who feels she deserves to pass English. You've worked hard, and flunking is not an option. The first hurdle is to gain access to the principal, to argue your case with him directly."

He turned to Nicky, giving her a pointed look. "Nicky, you play the school secretary. You allow or refuse students access to the principal, based on your assessment of the student's claims." He cleared his throat again, perhaps feeling he'd been a little too hard on the young actress. "The script isn't very clear on this point, but it is implied that you did indeed give the principal a blowjob on an earlier occasion."

Mike heard a soft giggle from his left, and had to hide a grin.

He turned to Liza. "Liza, I assume we have appropriate outfits for the cast?"

"Yes, we do."

"Excellent." He turned to the three actors. "Please follow Liza. She'll help you get ready." They all followed Liza to her station as Harry took Mike aside.

"I hope I wasn't too hard on her." He looked at Mike. "What do you think?"

Mike looked over at Nicky, not quite sure what to say. "Well, like you said, you are the director."

"Indeed. She's young and ambitious, I get it, but we can't put any one person's needs before the film. She'll get her chance, but not today." He glanced over at the makeup station, where Liza was already busy preparing the cast. "It'll probably take some time before Liza's finished. Please make sure you're good to go, then take it easy until they're ready. I'll be in my office."

With everything ready, Mike sat on the couch in the lounge area. He kept glancing over at the makeup station where Liza was working her usual magic. Katie was the first to finish and came over to him. She looked stunning, as usual, in an outfit that belonged more in a Catholic schoolgirl fantasy than in an actual classroom. A white shirt unbuttoned low enough to show a black lace bra, a short skirt and striped socks that went up to her knees. Her hair was done in two long pigtails, and her makeup was like the first time he filmed her--lots of blush, eyeliner and lipstick.

She sat down at the other end of the couch and smiled at Mike. "How's life, Mike? All good?"

He took a breath. Not because he was tongue-tied or afraid his voice would crack. He just wanted a moment before answering. "Yeah, I'm good. It's been a bit chaotic this last month, but I'm settling in."

She beamed. "That's great, Mike. I hoped you would. You know, I've thought about you a few times since our film."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. It was fun meeting you. I know I teased you a little." She giggled. "I just couldn't help myself." Her smile softened. "But you seemed like a nice guy. I was hoping I'd see you again the next time I did a gig here at Starlight."

He smiled, holding his hands up. "Ta-da!" Katie snorted. "Here I am," he said. "I like it here, you know. Getting to know the gang. Harry's great, and Liza's amazing."

"She is, isn't she? She's good at her job, nobody does my makeup better. But there's more. She makes you feel so, I don't know, comfortable, you know? If I've had a shitty week and I'm in a foul mood, five minutes in her chair and I feel all better."

She looked over at the corner where Liza was working on Nicky. "A little less fun today, though. That Nicky isn't my kind of girl at all."

Mike sighed. "Yeah, I can understand that. You've met her before?"

"Oh, sure. Many times. Done a couple of scenes with her. She's one of those OnlyFans girls. Calls herself Nicky Knockers. She's got a decent amount of followers, and I think she's doing quite well. All over the place on social media." She studied Nicky some more. "She's quite sexy." She turned back to Mike. "If you're into plastic."

He grinned. "Yeah, those aren't biological."

Katie snorted. "The nipples are real. I've seen 'em up close. Tasted them too, actually. But inside those mounds? Plastic all the way."

He laughed. "Hey, don't dump on plastic. Plastic's great for lots of stuff, not just tits." He gave her a mock-stern look. "Without plastic, there wouldn't be LEGO."

She burst out laughing. "Of course, how could I forget?" She shook her head. "I mean this in the best possible way, Mike, but you're a strange guy." She smiled at him.

He smiled back. "It's been a strange month."

Harry had managed to get Nicky to ditch her gum for the scene, but she'd flatly refused to wear the outfit Liza had picked out. Mike couldn't really blame her, though. Liza hadn't known who'd play the secretary, and she'd assumed, just as Mike initially had, that it would be someone who looked like a school secretary. Mike hadn't met that many school secretaries, but he was pretty sure none of them looked like Nicky. They had finally agreed on something that he imagined could be worn by the secretary for the CEO of some big company. It wasn't entirely slutty, but it was close.

She and Katie had shot the scene, and Mike was actually sort of impressed by Nicky. Without her gum and with lines to say, she wasn't all that bad. When the scene was through, Harry had thanked her and told her she was welcome back another time to do a scene more to her liking. She'd given him a little smile and what Mike was beginning to suspect was her favorite word. "Sure."

Nicky had left shortly after, and Mike was rigging the stage for the scene with Katie and the other Mike. It didn't take all that long, since the secretary and the principal, by some happy coincidence, had identical desks and chairs. He hauled out a bookshelf and filled it with fake books. He made a mental note not to zoom too close in on them, as most weren't really the kind of books any principal he'd ever met would keep in his office.

When the stage was ready, he adjusted the cameras and gave Harry a thumbs-up.

"All right," Harry said. "Break's over."

Katie and the other Mike came onto the stage. The other Mike sat at his desk, while Katie was by the door, ready to be let in.

"Right. Here's the deal," Harry said. "Katie, you've managed to gain access. Your run-in with the school secretary has left you in a feisty mood. You won't take no for an answer. You deserve a better grade, and you're not gonna leave without it. Mike, you're the principal of a prestigious school. You wish the best for your students, but you have your integrity, nay, the school's integrity to think of. You can't change a grade for no good reason. The student will have to be very persuasive. Any questions?"

There were none.

"I've worked so hard," Katie said, batting her lashes. "I can't tell my parents I failed. They'll ground me!"

Harry sat in his folding chair near the stage, grinning. This was the real deal. This was how it was done. "Gold," he muttered to himself.

Principal Mike gave her a stern look. "I'm very sorry, Miss Knoxx, but there's nothing I can do. My hands are tied."

"Oh, please, there must be something." She leaned closer, her boobs almost flowing over the very low neckline of her white shirt. She lowered her voice. "Please, principal Mike. I'll do anything."

Both Mikes swallowed and looked at Katie. "Uh," principal Mike said. "I suppose with the proper extracurricular effort, we might find some solution."

"Oh yeah?" Katie smiled hopefully. "What effort?"

"Well, I've examined your papers, and it seems your written essays are quite good. But I'm concerned about your oral skills."

Katie clapped her hands, squealing. "Oh, I'm great at oral. Please let me show you."

Principal Mike turned his chair slightly and beckoned Katie to come closer. "All right, Miss Knoxx. Please show me how good your oral skills are."

Katie smiled as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt and walked around the desk. "Oh, sir, I'm very good."

Mike moved closer. The two mounted cameras were angled to catch the scene from both sides. He zoomed in on Katie's face with the handheld. She looked deep into principal Mike's eyes, her face close to his. She bit her lower lip seductively. He tracked her face with the camera as she slowly lowered herself to her knees before the principal, her hands brushing his chest as she went down.

She was stunning. Just as beautiful and sexy as she'd been on that first day.

But this wasn't the same Katie who had laughed at his lame LEGO joke. This was a role, a character. Oh, he wasn't immune. His body did react, but he kept the camera steady. He didn't lose it. He was in control.

Katie lowered her gaze and unbuttoned principal Mike's pants. When she tugged his pants down, his cock sprang free, pointing straight up at Katie's face. She looked at it, licking her lip. "Oh, Mike," she said as she engulfed the cock in her mouth.

The other Mike, whose name he'd learned was Mike Hunter, had just left, giving him a friendly nod on his way out. Liza was finishing up at her station, and Mike was putting the last few cables away.

Katie came out of the dressing room in her usual jeans and hoodie, hair still wet from the shower. She headed over to Liza and gave her a hug before she turned and approached him.

"You're getting boring," she said, but he saw she was hiding a smile.

"Oh?"

She grinned. "Yeah, I really tried to get a rise out of you."

He smiled at her. "I'm sorry I let you down."

"Nah. It was fun once, but if you were like that every time, it'd get old fast."

He chuckled. "Yeah. But you came close a few times. When you said 'Oh, Mike' before taking him in your mouth?"

She grinned. "That was my nuke. I really thought that was gonna get to you."

"Oh, it did. Big time."

She laughed. "Thanks, that makes me feel a little better." She turned to leave, but stopped. She took two steps back toward him and gave him a quick hug. "Bye, Mike. See you around."

She turned again, and this time she did leave.

"Bye, Katie."