Friendship
Even Porn Stars Need Hugs
Talia’s brave face couldn’t hide what she was really feeling
The camera guy checked the lighting while Talia lay on the bed in her bra and panties. Shane Kewl, his real first name, lay alongside her with his cock stiff and pulsing. The crew and other scenes had been tackled a few hours earlier, and this was a shoot with a storyline being packaged to showcase Talia.
Nerves hit like butterflies, and she closed her eyes and often thought of the moment right before the shoot. Like she was an astronaut being blasted into space.
“Remember, you found her cheating on you,” said the director, “and you’re going to reclaim her.”
Shane gave a thumbs-up while keeping an eye on Talia, breathing heavily. He kissed her gently on the forehead. “You okay?”
She nodded, winked, and closed her eyes again. He was one of the best in the business to work with.
“Action.”
Shane suddenly transformed into a man pouring out a lifetime of sexual frustration. “You did it again, huh?” He grabbed her wrists, pinning her arms above her head, and used his knees to spread her legs.
“Ooohh.”
“Fucking whore.”
“Yeah,” whimpered Talia. “Yeah, I’m a whore. His whore.”
“No, you’re not.” Shane grabbed her hair, climbed in between her thighs, and rammed his cock into her pussy. “Fucking woman, can’t trust you anywhere.” He thrust the length and width of his cock deep into her, eliciting groans and moans. Again and again, he rocked her while the camera rolled, with make-up and sound crew standing by.
Talia took it, and when Shane dismounted, she shifted to take his cock in her mouth. He slid in deep, gagging her, and making her take it while chastising her for her unfaithfulness.
“You’re mine, you got that?” growled Shane, turning onto his back and grabbing her hair, pushing and pulling as she deepthroated him.
The shoot continued with the fucking, sucking, and licking until Shane was fucking again. The camera picked up the shot of him sliding in and out, and the moment — the orgasm and cum flowing out of him with his groans and Talia’s seductive whimper.
“And, cut.”
Shane was breathing hard, and so was Talia. He smiled. “Good job.”
“Thanks. You, too. As always,” she sighed, collecting her awareness.
She got terrific reviews for her work. Those were never a problem.
Shane furrowed his brow while the lighting, sound, and director did their thing. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” Talia sounded brave, but turned her face away.
“Wrapped for today.” The director and others applauded before breaking down the set. “Good job, gorgeous.”
“Thank you, Steve,” cooed Talia. “Phew. That was a workout.” She climbed off the bed, took a robe from a nearby chair, and wrapped it around her nakedness. Time to hit the shower. She began strolling down the hallway.
“Hey, Talia.” Shane slipped on his boxers.
She turned.
“Come on, tell me.”
She couldn’t refuse his gaze. His eyes. The sound of his voice. He fucked plenty of women, and yet there was a genuineness about him that was reassuring, and that’s when the tears flowed.
“My parents called this morning. They sold the house. My childhood home.” Talia bit her lip. “Silly, huh? I mean, I love it here. Making lots of money.”
Shane wrapped his arms around her. He was as gentle as he could be rough. His body was warm and his biceps were strong.
Talia buried her face against his chest. “I always thought I’d go back again someday.” She cried again.
“It’s okay,” whispered Shane, keeping his arms around her and giving others enough space to walk by. “Shhh.” He had all the time in the world while the semi-naked Talia let the images roll through her mind of bouncing balls, riding bikes, and jumping rope.
He held her tightly, like he was sheltering her from her inner storm.
Talia glanced up and noticed Shane’s eyes were moist.
“Anytime you need a hug, you let me know.” He was serious.
“Thanks.” She smiled. “Want a coffee?” She giggled.
“Yeah, sure. But I should get dressed.” He smiled.
Talia laughed. “Good idea.” She sauntered to her changing room. “See you in a few. Thanks for the hug.”
“You’re quite welcome.”
She felt better. Talia knew she’d adjust. Somewhat. Home was special. Her parents had been talking about moving for a while, needing to downsize. Talia stepped into the dressing room and took off her robe. The hug felt so good.
