Hi guys! Here's a new story that I received a prompt for! Loved the idea and I'm thinking of making it a full length story if y'all like it enough.

Basically, Regina and Robin are porn stars. They film a movie together, and then it may become something a little more than just co-stars in a porn movie.

Let me know what you think about it please! (Constructive criticism only. Anything else makes me cry lol)

Enjoy!

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"Gina Apple?"

She nods to the director, shifting her weight off of her right foot that had a stiletto strapped to it, onto her left foot that had another stiletto strapped to it. "That's my name, don't wear it out." She says, crossing her arms over each other. She had a script in one hand, and her bag of clothes in the other.

The air was a bit chilly, and she was regretting auditioning for this movie in December. She hates doing movies during the winter. It makes her nipples too hard, and she looks dry without the glow of the light sweat she works up.

"Well, you certainly have the body for the movie." The director says, standing up from his chair. He looks at her body up and down, head to toe, "Your male co-star will be Bobby Locks." He states, circling around her, grabbing her ass while he was standing right behind her.

She slaps at his arm, "All of my other porn movies, I don't remember the director hitting on me." She snarls, holding the bag of her clothes a little closer to her body as a protective cover. She steps away from him, and he goes back to his seat with a devilish smirk. "I thought the guy that roleplays the pirate all the time was supposed to be the co-star?" She asks.

The director nods, shifting in his chair to get more comfortable. "He was. He was originally cast, and then we had another backup, and this Bobby guy was our last resort. He's not been in much. We didn't like his resume but he's all we can get right now."

"All you can get?" She scoffs, shaking her head. Her mind is buzzing, shaking her head as she thinks about how she's so glad this is a good paying job.

She puts her bag down, finally, looking around the set. "So we're parent/teacher, right? He's the parent, I'm the teacher?" She inquires, running her fingertips along the desk, twisting and jumping up on it, crossing her legs so that no one got a fun show before the actual filming.

"Correct."

It's not the director's voice that she hears while she's looking down at her hand on the desk, studying her fingernails. She brings her chin up, finding the man who is supposedly playing her male co-star. "You must be Bobby." She coos, a cold smile appearing on her face.

Even though her smile was cold, she immediately felt a warmth in a place that's good in this business. He was definitely attractive (and definitely hung like a horse. A thoroughbred, even, she thinks), had abs that looked like they were chiseled into his stomach, arms that were big enough to show he worked out, and legs...his legs definitely work out.

He had walked closer to her during her daydream she hadn't realized she was having. "I am." He coos, "Bobby Locks. Nice to meet you." He says, laying a warm, calloused hand on her thigh.

Her eyes drop down to his hand, and she draws up a smirk on her face. "Well, Mr. Bobby, aren't we handsy?" She quips, bringing her eyes only back up to meet his beautiful baby blue's.

A chuckle emits from him, and it's like music to her ears somehow. "Well isn't that what we're supposed to be? We are porn stars after all." He says in quiet tone; husky, and almost a whisper.

She tilts her head to the side a bit, nodding once. "Touche." She replies, shifting and standing up off of the desk. "Where are our costumes? I suppose we can't start the movie while naked." She tells the director, and an assistant comes out from behind him somewhere and directs them to their clothes.

As she's dressing, she can't help but to look over and see his ass – it's shaped so beautifully, just like his abs. She's never felt this way toward another star before, but this one's going to be hard to not orgasm for. She has a feeling she'll give the people a wonderful movie...orgasms everywhere. She shakes her head, closing her eyes as she adds the fake glasses onto her face. Just one orgasm. That's all I'm getting paid for, she thinks to herself. But oh, it'll be hard not to do it over and over again in his arms.

Before she realizes it, she's being pushed out onto the set where Bobby is waiting for her. He's dressed in a button up shirt – dark, forest green and ironed neatly. He's buttoning the sleeves up as she walks over there in her black stilettos, tight grey pencil skirt, and a blazer to match. Not much was under the blazer but a thin and low-cut, red tank top. She looks down at it and fixes her breasts, making them pop out just a bit more for him.

"Alright, everyone ready?" The director calls out, and Gina sits down in the seat where they're supposed to start. Bobby walks over to the side, behind a door where he's supposed to come into her 'office'. Everyone gets in their places, settled in, and the director calls it out. "Action!"

Gina is going through some papers on the desk, her glasses down in the middle of the bridge of her nose. She grabs a planner, flipping through the pages to find the date today. "A meeting with-"

She's cut off by Bobby coming in the door, "I'm a bit early, I hope that's okay?" He says, walking in after shutting the door behind him.

Looking up from her papers, she almost forgets her next line. Her mouth opens, and nothing comes out until Bobby smiles. Then she remembers her next words, "That's fine, Mr..." She looks down again at the planner in front of her, "Ah, Mr. Miller. You're John's father." She says, seeming as though she's remembered the meeting and why they're having it now. "He's been quite the little trouble maker. Got in trouble for making sexual jokes about me, Mr. Miller."

"Well?" Bobby says, looking down at her cleavage. "Look at you. You teach the seventh grade literature. You think boys are really interested in literature when they have those to stare at the whole time?"

"Are you excusing your son of his actions, Mr. Miller?" She snips, standing up, leaning over the desk a bit. She feels a cold breeze on her breasts again, remembering how much she hates December shoots.

He stands up from his chair as well, only inches from her face. "I am, Miss Wells." He replies to her.

She knows in the back of her mind that she's not supposed to stare at him this long in this script, but her eyes feel like they're attached to him. She's supposed to look away during her next line, but instead she says it anyway, "I think he should be punished."

"I think you should be punished." Bobby shoots back, smirking a bit. "No teacher should dress like this and get away with it."

"And what kind of punishment will I receive, Mr. Miller?" She coos, standing up a bit straighter.

His eyes drop to her cleavage again, his hand comes up and firmly grabs her breast, squeezing it softly. "I can think of a few ways." He whispers hotly, and it makes her gasp. She feels her knees wanting to buckle, to go completely out of character and scream YES PLEASE! But she has to stay in character. She has to hold that in.

"Maybe you should show me the ways you'd punish me, Mr. Miller." She says softly, pulling at his tie so that he's only inches away from her lips.

He closes the gap, kissing her hotly over the desk. His hands grab at her waist, picking her up and putting her on the top of the desk. Her legs are straddling his waist, and her eyes are closed as she's got his tongue in his mouth. Her hands are grabbing all around his body, and she realizes how desperate this must look to the director. She hopes he won't yell cut, she wants this to never end. She wants to feel him inside of her. And yes, maybe her want is a desperate one.

His hands are working at the buttons of her blazer, and it comes off of her arms in one swift motion once the buttons are all finished. Her skirt is hiked up around her hips, and she's glad that the script called for this naughty teacher to be commando. She's dripping wet, making a spot on his grey pants against his erection. She didn't realize it, though.

She only realizes that fact when her hands are working at the button on his pants and her hands feel a wet spot. She smiles to herself, realizing that's from her.

The pants are down around his ankles, and now it's his turn to keep undressing her. But no, this damned script...it's not full nudity. She's not going to be completely naked, completely bare in front of him. Damn it. Damn script. Damn movie.

He's tugging at the lacy part of the silk tank top, grabbing her bra underneath it and exposing a breast. Not for long on the cameras, though, because his mouth engulfs it too quickly for her nipple to even harden from the cold.

A loud moan reverberates through the room, and it's from her. He's toying with her aroused bud, and she just wants him inside her. That's still all she wants. Her hands are showing it, too, by grasping at his shirt, trying to un-button that as well. He bites at her nipple a little bit, a silent warning. He knew that wasn't apart of the script. She knew it too, but she wanted to feel his skin. Damn script.

She settles (against her will) for his shirt to stay on. That's only because he's pushing his boxers down, taking his thick cock in his hand. He gently slaps it against her clit, making her jump into his lips harder. "Oh..." She moans out. This was real pleasure. Something she hadn't felt in a while.

"Oh...Mr. Miller...you have a wonderful cock..." She murmurs, knowing that was her next line. It was cheesy, but she's glad that she could even speak at this point.

And then, he slides it in. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, her mouth falls open again, "Yes..." She moans out, "Punish me, Mr. Miller." She coos, grinding her hips up against his, giving him the okay that every male star silently waits for.

His hips are thrusting hard against hers already, pumping in and out at a quick pace. His balls are slapping against her skin, making a sharp noise with each thrust into her.

"Oh! Yes!" She screams out.

This wouldn't be the last time for sure that she screams his name. She counted the orgasms (somehow) during the whole time they were filming. Five. Which is about five more than a man can normally get out of her while filming a movie. She always fakes them for the camera.

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"You definitely have some skill, Bobby." She tells him, walking out of the studio with her bag over her shoulder – that now only carries her stilettos and the empty pack of the after pill.

He chuckles, looking over at her. "You don't have to call me by my porn name. My real name is Robin. Call me that when we're away from all the others." I say softly. Bobby is just so weird."

She cracks a small smile up at him, "Bobby doesn't really fit you. Robin does, though." She says, walking toward her car. She realized now that he's following her. There's not another car beside hers, or anywhere near hers really. He must be walking her to her car.

"Yes, Robin is much more fitting." He replies with a laugh, shifting his bag on his shoulder. "I only do this for some extra money. I have a real life, as I'm sure you do?"

She nods softly, taking a deep breath. "My name is Regina. I'm a waitress at a bar. And yes, I unfortunately get recognized all the time." She says, shaking her head.

He nods a little bit, "I haven't been in enough movies to get recognized. I try to only do the smaller ones for that very reason. I have a son, I don't want him getting teased one day." He explains, stopping once they've reached her car.

She turns to him after placing her bag in the back seat of her car. "Thanks for walking me here. You didn't really have to, though." She says, looking down and clearing her throat. Her face was still red, her legs still felt like jello from all the energy she exerted. It was definitely the best sex she'd had in a while.

"It was perfectly fine. I just like to make sure the women I pound are okay afterward." He teases, giving her a quick wink. "Anyway, I should be leaving now. I have to get on to my other job."

She nods softly, checking her watch. "Same here. Thanks for a good...ah..." She laughs, shaking her head a bit, "For a good filming. It was nice."

Nice, Regina? Nice. Yeah, that's the word to give him when he made you orgasm five times.

He smiles a little, nodding to her. "Hope to work with you again soon, Regina."

"Same to you, Robin."

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