Don't own anything you recognize. Do own Lucy. This story will have a lot of mature content surrounding Lucy's career choice so respectfully, if you don't like that sorta thing, don't read. Everyone else, stoked you're along for the ride.

"All right, cut it!"

Luann's voice boomed through the warehouse as she sat in her directors chair, finishing the second to last scene for the day. In front of her a pretty brunette, her skin glistening with beads of sweat, pulled herself off a tan, toned adonis before quickly wrapping a black silk robe around her naked body and tying it tightly shut.

Lucy Hunt had been working in adult movies since she was eighteen. Caracara for the last few months. The five very long years of what seemed like endless blow jobs and lacy lingerie had given the 23 year old a kind of unique insight and maturity that appeared to only come from the experience of being paid to have sex on camera for the world to watch. She'd been exposed to a whole bunch of nasty shit. Assholes like Georgie Caruso and bitches like Ima. But still she was sweet, only with a whole artillery of attitude and the mouth to deliver it to anybody who gave her crap.

"One more scene baby, then it's a wrap. You still got the energy to finish it today?"

Luann was the closest thing to a mother Lucy had ever had. In a weird fucked up way of course. There were no mothers she knew of who directed their daughters in porn vids after all. But Lu had always been nurturing, kind. The kind of person who never made Luce do anything on film she didn't want to, unlike pretty much all of her previous porn bosses.

"Yeah," Lucy replied, "Give me like fifteen minutes and I'll be ready to go."

It was times like this she wished she smoked just to have something to do with her hands, pass the time. She reached for a bottle of water and gulped it down thirstily, her feet aching from her six inch platforms as a make up artist retouched her eyes and lips.

"You got some skill swallowing there sweetheart."

The man's scottish accent wasn't difficult to place. He was one of the bikers who had been hanging around ever since Georgie's bullshit. The cuts and patches made them easy enough to identify. The club, gang, whatever, had become partners in the business. A legit front for whatever other crap they pulled on the side. Chibs she thought she'd heard the others call him, funny name she thought, he and the man next to him snickered with laughter. The other one was caramel-skinned, bald headed, more tatts than bare skin and from what Luce had observed largely silent until something had to be said. Comments like the one Chibs had made had become all too familiar. Men always thought her choice of career made her nothing more than free, open pussy. A fact she never minded informing them wasn't true.

"Part of the job honey. And if you'd just swallowed seven loads in one day, you'd need a drink too," she said sarcastically, "Oh wait...I guess you'd know all about that."

She winked at him cheekily, watching a smirk spread across his face. Luce assumed Chibs had seen his fair share of rough times. The scars on his face were enough to make her think as much anyway. But she could tell he wasn't all bad. There was something in the way he spoke that told her that.

"Luce, you're on," Luann called out.

"Catch you later scotty," she smiled before handing him the bottle of water and walking toward the set, "Don't get too excited watching."

When she first started it had been exciting, a turn on to have people look on while she did things she wasn't supposed to want to do. Lucy had been raised to be a good, well behaved young lady. But what did 'good' mean anyway? She'd scoffed at the idea of finding a nice kid to marry or becoming a kindergarten teacher, which seemed to be what all the girls from her little town did after high school. Instead she'd packed up her bags, moved to Cali and somehow ended up here. And today being here meant finishing up the last scene of her latest flick, on all fours and stripped of her barely-there nurse costume while some dude wearing nothing but a stethoscope around his neck pounded her from behind.

Having people stand around and watch while she writhed and moaned under either a muscular yet dense guy or a hard-bodied blonde bombshell didn't mean much of anything to Luce anymore, just another day at the office. There was everyone from the camera guy to the director, other actors waiting for their scenes to be shot. Then there were the voyeurs like the scotsman and the other bikers who stood in the corner stealing food from catering while they looked on inquisitively. There were days she felt like her body was the company's possession, others where she liked the power her pussy held over anyone who liked to think they owned her. But she couldn't lie, sometimes the looks and the snide comments from people outside of the life did get to her.

"Big finish honey!"

With that, Luke the lucky doctor flipped Lucy onto her back and thrust in one last before she heartily faked it and groaned convincingly, biting her lip and rolling her eyes back into her head.

"Cut! That's a wrap!"

"Thanks Luce," Luke grinned after taking a second to catch his breath, leaning forward to kiss her on the forehead before pulling out and standing up, "Always a pleasure."

'Yeah right' Lucy thought as she sat up, wrapping the robe around her body again, thankful that the day was over and the movie finished. It might have always been a pleasure for Luke, but every time they worked together Luce couldn't help but feel sorry for whatever girl he had waiting at home. He looked good and skilled enough on camera but she knew for a fact that his technique was...underwhelming. And being further mediated by the acutely obvious and repetitive knowledge that him being inside her was work, she was always left feeling a little cold. Not that anyone knew. As far as acting for an audience was concerned, no one could ever tell when Lucy Hunt was faking it.

Taking off her shoes with a sigh she wandered back to her dressing room, rubbing a hand across the back of her neck before slipping out of the robe and into her regular clothes.

"Wrap party tonight," Luann smiled, peering past the curtain, "You did good today."

Lucy just pulled a tight-lipped smile as Lu walked away and shoved on her shirt before scooping her hair up into a ponytail and taking off her earrings. It had been a long day. Way too long to even consider cooking dinner or doing anything other than sleeping before the party. If it had been any other work thing she would have bailed without guilt, but being the first one since the Sons had bought into Caracara meant she was obliged to turn up, lest be demoted to fluffer by a pissed off Lu for the rest of her adult career.

The local diner seemed as good a place as any to eat. She'd stop by a couple nights a week when she was too lazy to make her own food or just needed to not be sitting alone in her apartment. People here knew Lucy only from her frequent visits and cheeseburger orders with a select one or two being aware of her profession. Even then it was usually just because they'd seen her movies, lucky since it meant they usually left her alone. Coming up to a porn star for an autograph or a picture while out to dinner with the family wasn't exactly something people liked to do.

Lucy took her usual table and waited for her food while the waitress poured her coffee into an old mug. Peering out the window she noticed the roar of motorcycles down the main road before they parked outside the diner and began to walk inside. She couldn't help but notice each of the men as they wandered past her toward a back booth. Three were older, one the president, one a sergeant at arms and the other the secretary, at least according to their patches. And a couple were younger, a tall buff dude with shoulder-length blonde hair and another with a full on beard. Then there was the last one who trailed in along behind them, pulling off his sunglasses. Unexpectedly he'd caught Lucy's eye. She didn't know whether it was because of his goofy haircut, or the tribal/lightning tattoos he had either side of the strip. She didn't even know if it was because he'd glanced at her without so much as a half-smile. But what she did know was that there was something about this one guy amongst all the others she'd ever either met or fucked that she couldn't help but stare at as he walked by.

"Cheeseburger, fries. Extra ketchup."

The waitress pulled Lucy out of her daze as she placed a plate and the bill on the table and the bell above the entrance door rang again. Now that was a face she knew.

"Caracara's very own porn princess!" he beamed.

"Jesus Christ scotty, say it a little louder I don't think the people down the back heard you."

"Sorry sweetheart," he laughed as he walked past, taking a seat with the rest of the Sons as they looked over at Lucy with intrigue before she turned and began to eat, ignoring all the eyes looking at her.

"I know you, you're Lucy Hunt," a man said, standing to her side as he looked down at her, "I've seen your movies."

Luce didn't get scared very easily, she'd been around this shit long enough to know that most men were little boys who just needed a firm hand from mommy to back off. But there was a look in this ones eyes, lascivious, filled with violent lust. And she had to admit it frightened her. She tried to make polite conversation, asking if he were a fan. But when he put his hands on the table and leaned in close to her face, licking his lips and spouting some of the nastiest talk she'd ever heard while he scanned her up and down she pulled back defensively.

"Come on babe. You, me, my place. I'll even switch on my video camera if that makes you feel more at home," he said, the words slithering out of his mouth.

"I can't," she replied, purposely looking down at his crotch, "I've got to be somewhere in a couple hours so I don't really have the time to go on a dick hunt for your tiny cock."

"Porn bitch," he seethed, grabbing her wrist roughly, "Am I not good enough for you slut?"

Not even a split second passed before there were four pistols pointed in his direction. The bikers were clearly not amused at the little show.

"Hands off her idiot, or I'll blow a hole through your head."

Chibs held a handgun to the prick's temple as the rest of them backed him up. In any other town the cops would have been there sirens blasting to stop whatever shit was going down. But the fact that they weren't about to show up here said everything anyone needed to know about the Sons of Anarchy and the kind of power and pull they had in Charming.

"You heard him asshole," said Juice, the one with the mohawk who'd caught Lucy's eye, "Unless you want a skull full of bullets, let her go."

As his hand unlatched from around her wrist he let the words "Fucking biker whore" slip out of this mouth before he intentionally spit at her, earning him a pistol whipping from Juice.

As Chibs and the rest of them dealt to the prick, picking him up off the ground and pushing him back toward his table, Juice leaned down, watching as Lucy wiped the spit off her shirt.

"You alright?" he asked.

"I'll be fine," she replied softly.

"I knew this porn shit was going to bring nothing but trouble," Clay snapped at Jax as Lucy felt the heat rise in her face.

"It's a legit business Clay," Jax replied angrily.

"Not here," Bobby muttered forcefully under his breath, "Save it for church."

Reluctantly Jax and Clay stepped away from each other, quickly glancing at Lucy and Juice before walking out of the diner.

"You work out at Caracara?" Juice asked as Lucy stood up, leaving enough money for her burger and a tip tucked under her coffee mug.

"Yeah," she replied, "And you're SAMCRO."

Juice didn't really know what to say, unsure of whether she was asking him a question or stating a fact. Truth was he'd noticed her when he first walked in. It was hard to miss a beautiful girl eating alone in the corner of the Charming diner. Her long, dark hair was pulled into a loose ponytail and he couldn't help but take in the few loose strands that had tumbled out around her face. She had clear, golden-brown eyes and skin that was closer to pale than tan. When Chibs had outed her as one of Luann's girls he'd been surprised. She didn't look the type, or at least she didn't look like Ima. In place of booty shorts, heels, big blonde hair and a push-up bra were blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a pair of beat-up, old boots. He couldn't keep his eyes off her as they walked out past a staring crowd and onto the sidewalk, and kept trying to imagine her naked to see if he could recognize her from a movie or from hanging around Caracara. But still unable to place her he guessed he'd just never been there when she was, something he was quickly regretting.

Lucy walked toward her car, keys in hand, but was called back by Juice.

"Wait does this mean you'll be at the wrap party later?" he asked.

She nodded a careful 'yes' with a grateful smile before the bikes went speeding off down the street. She felt shitty, being called out in front of what felt like the whole town like that, having to have a bunch of bikers come to her rescue instead of taking care of things on her own. Silently she cursed herself and the brainless moron who'd tried to coax her into his car as she jumped into the front seat and stuck the keys in the ignition, planning to head home and get unenthusiastically dressed and party-prepped. As if she hadn't had an eventful enough evening already.

So that was Chapter 1. Please review, love to get an idea if people are digging it and whether or not I should continue. Thanks for reading.