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Anything for a Friend

The next morning Steve slept in until 9:30 AM. He woke up slightly suffering from the two bottles of wine the night before, though he did remember clearly the progress he had made with Mireille. It seemed only a matter of a few more dates with her, he felt, that the desired request of Caia--the conquest of Mireille would be achieved. That she was beginning to show authentic feelings for him was evident.

On this day, however, he did not have time to contemplate the questionable ethical issues of what he had agreed to do or was being paid handsomely to carry out. He knew he would instead be engaged in a totally different request by another young woman occupying his thoughts. Assisting a role she would playout  which he strongly had second thoughts about. For being in the same room while his friend Katie had agreed to submit to disrobing and then carrying out one of the most private acts a female could do—not only in front of a total stranger, Kevin the porn director, but in front of himself, a trusted friend, as well seemed totally surreal. It truly was a bizarre situation but his agreed to involvement would no doubt add the security Kate requested, and frankly needed under the circumstances.

Knowing he had roughly an hour to shower, dress and find the hotel she had named, Steve rolled out of bed and ordered a breakfast and coffee to his room. The lifestyle he had experienced there in the five-star hotel, compliments of Caia, was at times intoxicating and a real insight as to how so many of the old-monied and new-monied people lived and behaved there at the edge of the world.

Making every effort to not be late, he managed to get ready and eat the continental breakfast, leaving himself a good forty minutes to find the place and appear the part of Kate's protective boyfriend. Wearing the same outfit as he had the night before, he rolled into the parking lot of the Sandpiper Hotel at five to eleven and went into the modest lobby. He remembered the designated room was 211, but did not go up, thinking Kate would probably meet him in the lobby. It was not a minute or so later that his obviously nervous and grateful actress friend entered the lobby.

"Oh, my gosh! I'm so glad you're here, Steve."

He received her with an embrace and gave her an even stronger, assuring hug.

"Of course I'm here, Katie. Look. There's still time to bag out of this. If you want, I'll go up to the room and tell . . . "

"Kevin."

"Yeah, Kevin . . . that you've decided against the whole thing. I'll just deal with whatever he has to say and we can leave."

"Oh Steve, you're so kind. But . . . no. I think I can do this. If it's on my terms. It's just an audition anyway. To see if I can do the part . . . get naked and . . . pleasure myself. Yeah, pretty crazy, huh? Something all guys want to see though, I guess. He just wants to know if I can do it. On demand. Make it, you know . . . sexy and I guess marketable for him and whoever he works for."

"Yeah . . . so simple."

"I'll get three-hundred for this audition today, Steve . . . and that much again for each video clip he films. Just the same action. In different clothes, different places and different situations, he says."

"I don't know, Katie. You sure?"

"Steve, the money is too good. Too easy. You know how much I need it, right?'"

"Alright. But just as long as this guy is legit. Says what he does . . . does what he says. Anything more he wants added on . . . that's an automatic ticket out of there . . . OK?"

"Exactly. Steve, I'll refuse to do anything else. Promise. I do have my limits, you know. No one else will be involved."

"Alright. Good. I guess I sort of feel a better. But still not a hundred percent."

"I know. I can see you really do care."

"Well? So . . . are you ready to go upstairs?"

"Almost. But can we get me a shot of something? Whiskey? Tequila? Something? Just to . . . you know . . ."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. For my nerves. I need to relax a bit for this."

"Alright . . . Hang on."

He quickly went into the adjoining dining area. There he cornered the girl working the tables and handed her a twenty-dollar bill.

"Surely you have something in here strong to put in my coffee. Right? Liquor?

"Oh. Yes sir," she said, trying not to look too surprised. "We have whiskey for that."

"Excellent! Can you pour me two shots in a water glass then? And hurry it up?

"Gotcha," she said, smiling.

The girl quickly went behind the buffet counter and took out a bottle. She poured half a glass of the whiskey for him. as directed.

Steve smiled, winked, and hurried back to the lobby, looking to be carrying a class of tea.

"Here you go," he said quietly. "Down this slowly. It should put a hammer on your nerves."

Kate took the class and drank it all down in two gulps, straining not to cough. She squinted her eyes, pursed her lips uncomfortably, then simply hugged him in a silent display of appreciation.

As they went upstairs and stood before the designated room, Kate looked once more into Steve's eyes for strength then knocked on the door.

As it opened, a tall, fortyish-looking man with shaggy hair and a close-cropped reddish beard answered the door and smiled. He wore John Lennon style classes, a while golf shirt and jeans.

"Ah, Kate," he said cheerfully, allowing them both to enter. "Right on time. I like that with our talent. It's not always the case in this business." He laughed comfortably as they entered.

The two stepped into the unimpressive, dim space with a queen-sized bed practically in the center of the room.

He looked carefully at Steve. "And you must be Kate's . . ."

"Boyfriend," he said solemnly. "Name's Steve."

"That's cool. Hey. Lucky guy. Your lady's a real knockout, Steve. She could make a lot of money in this business. Trust me. So I guess we'll see today."

"OK. Yeah. We'll see," was Steve's cool response.

"So . . . can I get you two something? Coffee? A beer?"

"I just drank a few shots." Kate said, concessionally."

"Well that's actually good," Keven said, smiling. "Girls tend to be a pretty nervous for these things. At least at first. And we don't want that. All natural and all relaxed is always best. OK? It's just much . . . sexier."

"Well I guess that's the plan," Kate said, trying to sound already more cooperative and at ease. She boldly took the cue and went over to sit on the edge of the bed, directly across from the two men.

"OK. Now, Steve . . . are you going to be here for this? Or do you want to come back in say . . . thirty minutes or so?"

"I'll be right here," he said, sounding still distrusting and protective."

"So, Kate? You OK with that? Some girls would rather not have their guys in the room with this. But it's totally your call."

She looked at Steve and there was a slight hesitation.

"Yes. I definitely want him here."

Her eyes met his for a moment longer and it sent a message that she was alright and becoming more in control.

"I'll be totally fine," she said. "Steve? Will you?"

"Yeah, I'm good. You're an actress, hun. Give it your best."

"Alright everyone," Kevin said enthusiastically, sounding like the director of a feature film.

Both Steve and Kate were visibly amused by this.

"So Steve. If you'll just take a seat . . . back there somewhere . . ."

He slowly obliged Kevin and went to one of the two chairs toward the rear of the room. He took that position so as not to make Kate overly self-conscious.

Director Kevin moved his chair in front of the bed where Kate sat, obviously so he could see clearly and direct her if necessary.

"Now . . . here's the premise," he said. "It's a pretty standard shoot we film all the time. And one all guys . . . and by the way, a good number of ladies like to see."

"OK, . . .whats the set up?" she asked, taking a deep breath.

Kevin reached down near the bed and took a laptop computer that was conveniently nearby. He opened the lid and set it on the bed next to her.

"So in this scene, you're a college girl who's home alone. Right? You're watching something really hot. So think of a steamy love scene, possibly some porn if you like it. Anything that would make you totally turned on, OK Kate? Got that?"

She nodded in agreement.

"You're going to stretch this masturbation scene out to about ten to twelve minutes. So plan that. All the while you're watching the laptop you're getting hornier, undressing and touching yourself. First your breasts and then your thighs and ass, once you're naked. OK? And then . . . well, I'm trusting you know what follows that. Right, Kate?"

"Yeah of course. I totally get it."

"Good. Now for a finale . . . we always prefer a real orgasm in these scenes, OK? If not, give it the best one you can fake. That's the plan. Alright?'

"Got it."

"Now in the real shooting of this scene, there'll be some close-up shots. Of you really getting there for the climax. And we want to see total arousal, OK? That's the talent we're looking for here. OK?"

"Sure. I'm ready."

"Alright, Kate. I can tell you're going to be a pro at this. Not all our girls are actresses or models like you. Just think . . . you're already a superstar. So get comfortable on the bed."

Kate complied by sitting back further onto the mattress with her back resting against the pillows.

"Position the laptop as you would naturally, and let that imaginary show you're watching start getting you hotter than hell. Would it help to watch a real video clip for a while? Most girls insist on that."

"No. I think I can do this."

"Alright. Remember this is just an audition. So, ready?"

"I am. Shall I begin?"

Kevin looked at his watch. "OK, about ten minutes. I'll only direct you if I need to. You're on your own, babe. Action!"

As Kate leaned back and pretended to be watching a porn clip, Steve started to feel nervous for her, knowing how the scene would progress and what he was about to see her do. A part of him wanted to leave, out of deference to Kate's dignity and sense of privacy—wherever it would lose itself during the next almost quarter hour.

But privately, there was another part of him that wanted to stay and watch. To vicariously observe this act so many males relished seeing a female do. The fact that he was already attracted to her and had some ineffable feelings remaining from the past, overpowered his reluctance to watch. He looked on intensely as she began to act out the part so believably. Feigning an interest in the computer screen, she seemed lost in her private moment. Beginning to caress herself and then slowly undress, she began to display heavier breathing  and vocalized  convincingly the sound of intense female arousal.

After a number of focused minutes of this self-stimulation, soon came the erotic, and rhythmic movements she performed with unexpected conviction. Steve was mesmerized by her actions which he soon found hard to believe was contrived or just 'acting." It would eventually lead to the explosive climax which the impresario of porn sitting before her was looking for. All to make him and his cohorts all the richer.

Once Steve's own brief arousal subsided, he began to consider how this act would only make Kate slightly more economically comfortable. It seemed to him hardly fair as he watched her finishd the scene so realistically. laying back contently in the afterglow of her 'private' moment. He was nevertheless truly amazed how authentically she carried  the whole scene off. Impressively, and indistinguishable from a real act and the one she was staring in as a 'performer.'

There were no comments from Kevin during the steamy ten minutes he watched Kate, staying immovable in his chair. This Steve saw this as a sign he was convinced she needed no coaching to make the scene as erotic as he had hoped. He merely observed as silent judge of her future on-screen ability. After all, Steve thought, relieved it was over, it was aftercall a type of business, no matter how unsavory the public thought of it as any legitimate industry.

As Kate eventually relaxed, catching her breath and looking at Kevin for judgement, the porn director suddenly clapped his hands in approval.

"Whoa. Nice work, Kate!" he said surprisingly. "Really. That was pretty amazing.  I'm sure you'll be a real celeb in the adult video world. Trust me on that. You've got what it takes for real fame here. And a good income."

She was already off the bed dressing herself as he said this, and she seemed for the first time self-conscious about what had just occurred.

"So  Kate. . . can you do that. . . exactly that . . . again and again In front of a camera?"

"I don't know," she said, modestly. "I guess so."

"Well if it's any incentive for you, I know I can get my boss to pay you four-hundred per clip like that. Just performing the same hot action."

She showed no expression. Just nodded.

"And there's much more where that comes from, Kate. If you're willing to do more basic porn scenes. Standards in the biz. With other performers, that is."

Steve was about to speak up, to negate the whole discussion of expansion, when Kate, now fully dressed, spoke assertively for herself.

"No Kevin. I'm drawing the line on that. Just solo scenes. I have no interest in working with other people. No matter the money."

"Not even a few girl on girl scenes?"

"No. Not even. Let's just leave it at that . . . 300 for today's audition and 400 for all other masturbation scenes . . . definitely without other actors."

"Steve? Your little lady here surely has a mind of her own." He smiled and reached into his back pocket for his wallet.

"Here's the three-hundred we agreed upon, Kate. Any other acts you later decide to do with other people . . . beyond solo, pays a eight-hundred to thousand, minimum. Just so you know, OK? See, that's the kind of potential you have here, babe. On my word."

Kate took the money and folded it in her hand.

"Well, thanks for the compliment," she said quietly. "And I guess for making this pretty easy ."

"Future assignments will be just as easy, " he said. "They just pay a whole lot more."

Steve walked up to the front and stood by her.

"I think she understands that now, Keven. But we've really got to be going."

"OK, lucky guy. Your lady's got real talent here. Hopefully, she'll capitalize on that."

"It's her call. But don't count on more. Thanks for being professional about it."

"You got it, guys. I'll give you a call later, Kate. For the solo jobs. Four-hundred, guaranteed."

"Thank you," she said, holding Steve's arm to exit.

As the two walked out of the hotel and stood together in the parking lot, Steve put his arm around her.

"Hey, you OK?"

"Yeah, fine." She opened her hand and looked at the three-hundred dollars. "At least I know I can do this now," she said with a certain resignation in her voice. "You know it won't be a profession, OK Steve? Just until I pay some overdue bills."

"I'll trust you on that, Katie. But as performances go, I have to say . . . you were pretty damn good. A stellar performance of what you were asked to do in there."

"Really?"

"I was convinced it was real. And I have to tell you . . . my heart . . .and few other places are still pumping to prove it." He smiled a little embarrassed.

She looked up at him and grinned back. "How do you know that wasn't real?"

"What? Are you serious?  You mean . . . you really . . ."

"As an actress, I'll never tell." She smiled a relieved but  devilish smile.

"Come on, Katie . . . you were acting in there . . . Right?"

She reached up and held his face in her hands, then kissed him on the lips, passionately as once before.

"What and who do you think I was concentrating on as I did that?" she asked.

Steve was speechless. And was not only perplexed, but as he held her in his arms, he felt her body still warm as it pressed eagerly against him. He had feelings of honest desire as he flashed back to the images of her he had just witnessed. Feelings that went far beyond the talents of an actor playing out a role. He seriously wondered if she truly did have those same sensations.

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