Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 143

Chapter 143

Sabrina met you at the elevator after work. You were going to see Gemma that night, so the three of you organized that you and Sabrina would stay just a little later so you could have a private moment in the day.

"Long day, huh?" Sabrina commented as you waited for the elevator to reach your floor.

"Very," you said.

"Long and hard," Sabrina said, getting a sly smile on her lips.

You snorted softly at the innuendo. "I think my days are only long and hard when I'm doing something that's worth doing."

"Is that so?" she asked. "And what's worth doing?"

The elevator arrived and you both stepped inside, and you thumbed the lobby button. As soon as the door closed you turned and picked her up, pinning her to the mirrored wall of the elevator with her ass resting on the metal handhold bar that ran around it at waist height. "You are," you said, and kissed her.

She returned it with fervour, your tongues duelling for a long moment.

"God, I want you inside me," Sabrina moaned as your kiss broke apart.

"How bad?" you asked.

"So bad," she laughed. "You need to fuck Gemma good enough that I feel it at home tonight."

"I'll try my very best," you grinned, and kissed her quickly again.

"There's something else I need to talk to you about though," she said, between kisses.

"What's that?" you asked.

The elevator reached the lobby, and you quickly helped her lower to the floor and separated from her. There were a few people, including a couple of the associates from the firm, in the lobby still and you didn't want to give anyone suspicions. On your way out you both waved to Becks, who was talking with a couple of people you didn't recognize.

Outside, Sabrina hooked her arm in yours and pulled you down the street. Once you were around a corner, she pushed you up against the concrete wall of another building and put your hands on her ass and pulled you down into another kiss that lasted longer than the one in the elevator.

"This isn't talking," you breathed heavily once it ended.

"Sorry," she chuckled. "I just wanted to let you know that the first video is going really well. Like.... Really fucking well. The subscribers fucking love it."

"That's good," you said. "And I think they love you in it. You played that scene so well, and were super hot."

"Well, I mean yes," Sabrina said. "But there are a lot of comments about you as well."

You frowned. "Really? They barely see anything except my dick and hear my voice with a modulator on it."

"Well, that doesn't seem to matter because half of the comments want me to record more with 'Daddy,'" she said. "So I just wanted you to know that not only do you have me and Gemma as your little dedicated sluts, but you're also secretly a pornstar."

You actually got a little light headed at what she was saying. You had... fans... of your dick. And not just someone you'd slept with, but people who had seen it on video.

"This is so weird," you said.

"Yeah, but it's also kinda hot," Sabrina giggled, and kissed you again. "Anyways, I just wanted you to know that. Do you want me to come back to your place and help you pick out another outfit for tonight?"

"Yes, but no," you said. "Gemma and I talked about the date and she's keeping it a secret, but told me to dress casual but not too casual. If you come over we're going to break a promise to her not to have sex the day of a date."

"Yeah, fair," Sabrina pouted. "OK, baby. I guess this is where we split, then."

"Love you," you said, kissing her again.

"Love you too," she replied with a flash of a grin, and then she turned and was walking down to catch her bus. You had to go in the opposite direction, and you found yourself humming the entire way home.

You were a pornstar. You had Sabrina, and you had Gemma. And today hadn't been total shit at work. It was a good day, and hopefully was about to be great.

Once you got home, you decided to knock at the door this time even though you were alone. You gave a good twenty seconds before keying into the apartment, but there was no naked Tasha, or Mosche for that matter. You quickly went about your business, giving yourself a fresh shave and a shower, and then sauntered back to your room in a towel - or you would have, if you hadn't been stopped by the vision of Mosche's bare ass pumping away, his pants and undies down around his knees as he thrust into Tasha from behind with her bent over the counter of the kitchen.

"Oh, come on," you said, putting up a hand to block your vision of them as you walked past. "There's no way you didn't know I was here."

"Shit! Sorry, dude," Mosche said. "Thought you would be in there longer."

"Hey, John," Tasha grunted. "Mosche, don't you fucking stop now."

"But John-"

"John has two girlfriends, he knows what fucking is like. Make me come and maybe we'll stop edging you later tonight."

Jesus, I didn't need to know about this, you thought, quickly walking past the pair and back to your room, shutting the door. You stood there trying not to think about what you'd just seen and heard for a long minute before you felt like you could function again.

But you had things to do. You were supposed to meet Gemma downtown at 6:30pm, so you didn't have that much time before you needed to catch your bus back. Your room once again became a whirlwind of clothes as you stressed yourself out over what 'casual, but not too casual' meant.

In the end, you took a picture of two outfits and sent them to Sabrina for approval, and she had you mix and match the two before she declared you fit for a date. Then she sent you a picture of her ass with a buttplug in it and told you to have fun.