First of all, please excuse the awful title, but really what else could I call this!? Second of all, there will be two parts for this and the next part is where it gets reallly steamy. Thirdly, for my tiwdfy fans, I do have the second to last chapter written. My current debate is whether I should leave it as it is and then write the last chapter or merge them so you only get one chapter. Let me know what you think about that! From there guys, I have a BRAND NEW project coming called Shattered Memories and I don't want to spoil nothing but it is going to be quite an angst fest. So, yeah. Before that though, I may whack out a couple of prompts as little Christmas treats for you all!

"Yes, yes, yes."

God, she makes herself cringe. The pleasure in her voice is false, flat and downright awful. She's not selling it at all and even before the words ring out she knows the director isn't happy.

"Cut!"

Beth's eyes open from where they were squeezed shut in 'ecstasy' to look over the wiry shoulder above her to the director.

"I can't work with nothin', Jeremy," she fumes, rolling off to the side to sit up.

It's deliberately freezing in here so her nipples will bead and she curses, fumbling for her slip gown to ward off the chill. Her co-worker snorts.

"Somethin' funny?" She hisses.

"Well now that you mention it," the guy with sandy blonde hair sneers. "Workin' with such a bi-"

"Guys," Jeremy cuts in. "Daniel, give us a minute?"

Snake eyes wonders off with a muttered foul name he replaces for her own, snatching his robe as he leaves. Beth glares after him, rubbing at her cold arms through the gown.

Turning her head back to the director, she says, "I can't work with him Jeremy, he's an' ass, all he says is nasty shit. He thinks women are pieces of meat made for his damn satisfaction!"

Raising his hands to calm her, Beth's boss nods quickly, placating her. "Look, I know, I know. I do. But this is a channel for hot guys, Beth, okay? There ain't many of 'em an' when you find 'em, they're dicks. You just gotta bounce on his an' finish filmin'."

"That's the problem! I'm gonna break his dick if he says one more fuckin' thing to me!"

Jeremy sighs, squeezing the bridge of his nose. "Jus' take ten an' then we'll try again. If it don't work out this time… we'll get a replacement."

She narrows her eyes at him. "You never get replacements. It's long an' expensive."

"Yeah, well, not as expensive as it would be to lose a fan favourite." He answers frankly, eyes roaming her body. "We'll sort it, Beth. Just take ten."

Nodding slowly, she stands and makes her way to the food cart and hunts for a plate. Other workers mill about, resetting equipment, remaking the bed on set. She takes it in as she does every day, filling her plate with the most unhealthy things from the buffet. It's cheat day, so she can. Not that it's ever stopped her before.

Another couple wonders into the studio, the next filmers. They're young and no one she's ever seen before. She can hear the woman asking about the set, which is the 'casting couch' so she's obviously a newbie. It'll be fun to see how long she lasts before the reality sinks in that videos of her being fucked out will be all over the internet by next week.

Beth contemplates the first time she realised it while eating a strawberry. It was two years ago and six months into her job. Her boyfriend at the time: Zach, had asked if they could watch porn together as it was one of his biggest fantasies. Having been making porn for some time at that point, she had cringed at the idea since she knew quite a few actors and was good friends with most of them.

Not to mention, everything was so unbelievably fake because she could see all the behind scenes in her minds eye. Even still, she agreed and something she hadn't even fathomed being a problem suddenly was, because she was in the category of hottest stars he picked to watch. Zach had thrown a fit.

To be fair to him, she hadn't been forthcoming about her profession and the poor guy took a nasty shock, watching her blow one guy while another fucked her in the ass. Thing is, even while he ranted and raved, packing up his things and calling her all manner of names, she couldn't stop thinking of how bad her ass and jaw hurt after filming that day.

It was then she realised how very not interested in Zach she was. Seeing him walk out the door barely even hurt. Comfort more than anything and reality was her biggest loss. When she joined porn, it wasn't for any particular reason. College was long and tiring, leaving her broke every time she had a big night out and blew her loans.

Getting by was difficult with no support from her parents who made it clear they wouldn't fund a pipe dream degree. They wanted her to be like her older sister Maggie who was a successful lawyer and brought nothing but joy to the family. Maybe rebellion was a part of it too. Mostly, Beth just didn't care about nudity and sex in the manner of modern society. It was fun and could be mind blowing with the right guy.

Why not enjoy it? She had been a little excited even, on her first shoot. Paid to have sex? Dream job. Except making porn isn't as easy as it looks. It's a dog eat dog world. If the public don't get off on you? Game over. The hottest, sexiest girls get all the best gigs while the under dogs have to climb the grimy ladder of gang bangs for any kind of recognition.

That's was why Beth joined this particular channel, which focuses primarily on the target audience of women and men that get off on hot guys because they're who everyone is watching; not her. Another win-win. Paid to have sex with gorgeous men with big dicks. Again, not all it's cracked up to be. They smile and flirt for the camera, but in real life they're complete assholes, feeling they have claim to the porn star they filmed with.

It's disgusting and Beth gets into clashes with most of them. The only reason she's still around is because like Jeremy says: she's a fan favourite. Turns out people really like hot guys fucking tiny, blonde women. Beth knows she's not the curviest, but lost in the hulk of a muscly guy, even she has to admit, she looks good on camera.

They do a lot of missionary shots with Beth because it hides her small tits and then follow it up with bent over so her ass is on show. No riding or reverse cow girl, lest the audience is turned off by her child like hips and chest. It's a little degrading but that's porn and she's got a thick skin.

"Beth," Jeremy calls from his chair. "You ready?"

Her eyes track her co-worker as she nods. She's not, but she'd rather just get this over with. Putting her empty paper plate in the bin, she walks back to the bed, shucking her gown and getting in to position so they can cut the tapes together into one. Another lie of porn: there's never a continuous shot. People can't fuck that long. There's leg cramps and sore shoulders to contend with and too much heat between bodies causing damp, chafing skin.

Porn stars always film little chunks at a time and then the masters behind the cameras string together the shots and make it look like it's all in real time. Hard work for her since in every shot she has to moan like she's been fucked for a unbroken cycle of at least twenty minutes or more when in reality it could be seconds to a hand full of minutes. Some fresh lube is handed to her and she rubs it briskly between her legs.

Her co-worker lubes up his dick, trying to bring it back to life after its break. "You gonna be long there?" She snipes.

"How 'bout not talkin' sweetheart an' it'll work a lot faster," he grits, gripping his cock and drawing closer.

Beth rolls her eyes. "Just think of a nice, juicy dick better than yours. You pretty boys are all gay, right?"

"Ready? An' action!"

The guy whose name she still doesn't remember after trying all day leans down and takes her mouth in an aggressive kiss, tongue vicious against her lips. Beth fakes a moan of pleasure when in fact it's pure pissed since he's grinding down on her clit like he's hunting for something underneath the sensitive hood. It fucking kills, but she's been bratty all day, she can't call quits now.

She fucks her hips back as he plunges into her but she can't feel a damn thing. There's too much wet as there always is and the glide provides a kind of numbness that she struggles to fake with. After another couple of minutes of shooting, she can sense how close Jeremy is to calling the scene a disaster. Beth opens her eyes and that's when she sees him.

Newbies usually visit set to get a taste of the job. She did when she first joined, which set her on the rocky edge of doubt as she watched a thick brunette get fucked out by a guy twice her size in all manner of ways. When the woman had finished filming, she was wincing and told the director at the time that she was in too much pain to shoot anymore. That had got Beth's hair raising, which was why she insisted on using generous amounts of lube between each take.

The channel she worked with didn't do protection because it's simply not hot. Bare back fucking is what the public want to see, so her and her colleagues all under go vigorous health checks. Which is what this guy is doing, she thinks, watching him over the mans shoulder who's doing his level best to fuck her into the mattress. He's doing swabs while he watches her, his eyes bright and curious.

A hot flush descends through her veins, sparking every nerve on its way. Some feeling sparks in her pussy and she deliberately squeezes her walls around the cock buried in her, not at all satisfied with what she finds. The guy let's out his first real moan in her ear and her lips part, her eyes still locked with the new guy she's never seen before, who's wearing a cocky little smirk that makes her whole chest flush.

Jeremy sits up out the corner of her vision, suddenly interested again as the guy fucking her hits her with a sharp thrust, clipping something deep inside her that makes her yelp. The eye contact she's holding quivers as the guy struggles to his excitement. She moans again, just to see his reaction and feels such heat in her cunt at his clenched jaw that her hand shoots between her legs to rub her clit.

"Oh, yesss," the guy above her hisses. "You gonna cum?" He pants, slowing to give her a sensuous hip roll.

Beth licks her lips as she rubs her clit faster, still unflinchingly staring at her voyager. "Fuck, yeah."

"Yeah?" He groans. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

She refrains from rolling her eyes and instead rubs even harder on her clit, her legs shaking. The first flutter of her orgasm sets the guy off and he starts shaking even harder, his head burying in her throat as he howls his orgasm. Frankly, she's just glad to have even more access to newbies face. His jaw is so tight it's fucking sinful and it finally sets her off. This ones a cream pie so lover boy is spilling his cum into her pussy as she floods it with her own juices.

He gives a desperate little whine that she really tries not to laugh at, pulling her out of her orgasm with the effort. There's a couple of shots of her dripping pussy before they call the scene. Beth stands up, wiping between her legs with a damp towel an assistant brings. Pulling her robe on, she rushes over to Jeremy who's talking with the hot new guy who just made her cum using someone else's dick.

"Beth!" Jeremy calls. "Amazin'! Thanks for makin' it through an' quite convincin' too! Daniel asked about working with you again."

She shudders. "Never again, Jeremy."

He laughs and indicates to hunky muscles towering beside her, blasting her with heat and his gaze. "No worries, 'cause this is your new partner: Daryl."

Her heart trips in her mouth. She gets to fuck this guy?

"New project?" She asks, looking to Jeremy, noting Daryl's lack of introduction.

"'Member? The role play one?"

Can they hear how fast her hearts beating as she asks in a strangled voice, "the biker one?"

"That's it!" Jeremy says enthusiastically.

She eyes Daryl's robe. "We shootin' today?"

"Nah, next week. Daryl's with Rosita today."

Jealously stabs her. Beth is a fan favourite but she's not number one and she never will be because that title is unwaveringly held by Rosita. Even Beth has to admit that she's gorgeous, a good fuck too. She knows because they shot four scenes together when they worked on another channel. Her pussy is to die for but she's an absolute bitch. Well, no, maybe too far but she's stuck up. If you can get past that, she's kinda alright.

"In fact, they're callin' me." New guy speaks -Daryl- and Beth's pussy squeezes.

His voice is ungodly. Husky and low and like the stroke of silk against your skin in a dark room lit by an orange-gold fire.

"Come see me after Daryl so we can chat some more," Jeremy says quickly as Daryl leaves their small group, heading to his scene with Rosita.

He only dips his chin in reply, stripping off his robe. Beth's throat convulses. He's so thick. Thighs like trunks and big feet, thick biceps and broad shoulders. A couple of naughty tattoos and the whole package wrapped in dusky skin. To add to the mounting positives, his ass is fucking beautiful. She watches it as he climbs onto the bed, flexing his legs as he crawls up Rosita's body.

Beth's stomach throws a little, hardly noticing as Jeremy leaves. It's not so much jealousy she feels but a definite disliking to the picture of him with any other woman but her. He's such a hunk and she would love to be swaddled into his huge body the way he's cocooned Rosita into his chest. They roll and she climbs up his body, the thick, dark curtain of her hair swinging shiny and long down her back. Beth has to admit: they're gorgeous together.

Their skin has the same kind of mocha tint, his big, battered hands so rough on Rosita's soft flesh. They paint such a beautiful picture riding up her toned stomach and cupping her heavy breasts. They moan together and Beth represses her own moan, shivering in her gown. She edges a little closer to watch them, not feeling any way about intruding since he intruded on her first. She's got a better angle here and fuck it's hot.

Daryl's dick is thick and not too long, the perfect size to be comfortable she imagines and there is jealousy then, that Rosita gets such bliss. It's all over her face: her gaping mouth and rolling eyes, head tipped back so her hair brushes Daryl's quivering stomach. They're in the reverse cow girl position and Beth is so envious that they can do that because Rosita has a peachy ass and curvy hips, heavy breasts and large nipples.

She bites down on her bottom lip as Daryl slides his cock into Rosita's cunt, pulling out to tease her clit. Rosita let's out a warm moan, so different to the ones Beth's heard her make before, that she's made her make with her tongue buried between her legs. It sounds… real. Is he that good? Good enough to make Rosita's professional facade slip?

The camera crew feel it too because she catches their shared glances, the mutters. Deals. They're making decisions about future scenes and the chemistry is so hot between Daryl and Rosita as he squeezes her body to him, his hand reaching up to play with her clit, that they're gonna sell like hot cakes when they go live.

They'll do all their scenes together and Beth will never get a shot at fucking this beast who looks like he could tear her to pieces and glue her back together again. She takes a clumsy step forward and Daryl's eyes fly to hers and his mouth gapes, finding immediately her parted robe teasing him with a glimpse at her hard nipples.

He growls so loud she gets goosebumps and fucks deep into Rosita who screams, eyes wide in clear pain and tears rolling down her face. This ruins the scene instantly because they're meant to be shooting passionate love making, not feral and dominant. The director calls cut and Daryl's eyes look back at hers, scorching her on the spot.

Smirking a little at his angry glare and clenched jaw, she mouths, "see you next week."