Justin Case: Finding Fortune

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Chapter 16

Eric the Director’s command was followed by the make-up girl bringing Bonny a towel to clean up the pearly mess I’d left, and a smaller towel for my slick and sticky member.

“Want me to dry you off?” the make-up girl asked me.

“Thanks for the offer, but I can take it from here,” I replied with a smile as I took the offered towel. The make-up girl turned and left.

“That was... different,” Bonny Bountiful said with a sly grin.

“Different?” I asked, still panting from my first on-screen orgasm. “I would think that was standard operating procedure in this biz.”

“Kinda,” she said, still not yet bothering to wipe up my mess that continued to trickle down her cleavage. “I just got a different… vibe, I guess. Like you really enjoyed that.”

I laughed. “Who wouldn’t enjoy that with you? I’m downright privileged to have had this experience.”

She smiled as she rolled her tits between her hands, kind of massaging my semen into her skin. I was suddenly struck by the realization that I was just standing around naked and talking with a big-titted half-naked woman I’d known for less than 45 minutes like it was the most natural thing to do, never mind that we’d just had sex in front of a film crew of six.

“That’s what I mean, Case,” she said, looking sort of dreamily into my eyes. “With other actors; this is just business. You? You played the whole time with an attitude like this was the high note of a… a date, or something.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“It’s fucking unprofessional,” called a familiar voice.

As the scene lighting was dimmed, Bobby Dare stepped out of the shadows and made a beeline straight for me.

“It’s unprofessional to get into my work?” I asked, smirking.

“This isn’t your private dating pool,” he fired back. “You’re not here to play up to the talent. You’re simply a hired dick. A damn decent one, I’ll grant you, but you’re not here to get close and cuddly with the bitches you’re paid to fuck.”

“Hey,” I snapped. “The lady’s not a ‘bitch’.”

“Don’t sweat it, Case,” Bonny interjected. “If it has a pussy and tits, it’s a bitch as far as Bobby is concerned.”

“At least someone knows their place,” sneered Dare. Then back to me: “You wouldn’t be the first love-struck asshole who thought he could get close to his dream fuck by trying to be a porn star.”

“I get into my work, and suddenly I’m a love-struck asshole?”

“You get too into your work and I get suspicious of your true intentions regarding Crystal Fortune.”

“Fuck, Bobby,” said Bonny. “If anyone shows an interest in working with Crys you get all wiggy. She’s not even your moneymaker.”

“She was my discovery and now’s the biggest moneymaker for the Factory,” growled Dare. “And, last time I checked, I’m still half owner of this fucking business and the fucking that goes on here. And that means I have significant swing in who gets close to who.”

“And this is all because I enjoyed playing with Bonny’s tits?” I said, dumbfounded.

“If you enjoyed fucking twink ass instead of playing with big globs of bitch fat, then I wouldn’t have to be worried about your intentions with Crystal Fortune, would I?”

Dare turned on his heel and stomped off. I looked back at Bonny, who’d only just started to wipe my cum from her breasts.

Globs of bitch fat?” I said.

“That’s actually an improvement,” she said with a chuckle. “Last week he called them ‘slut udders’.”

“Bobby’s just a little bundle of joy, isn’t he?”

Bonny snickered. “Yeah, well, you just watch your ass around him.”

“I have reason to be scared of Bobby?”

“Not really,” she replied, “but he’s definitely got the hots for you. No doubt he wants your dick. Maybe more.”

I took another appreciative look at Bonny Bountiful and her generous assets. “Hey,” I said, “just because I have an interest in working with Crystal Fortune doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t want to work with you again.”

“Baby, I ain’t jealous, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she replied sweetly. “Jealousy kills careers in this business. Everybody wants to work with Crys. Fuck, I’d kill for the chance to do a lesbo gig with her, and not just because she draws the most attention or hauls in the biggest dollars for the Factory.” Bonny sighed, looking past me with a longing in her eyes. “The girl’s got a super sweet vibe, kinda like you in a way. She’s special. I hope you get to work with her.”

“Thanks.”

“If and when you do, put in a good word for me, willya?”

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