Aubree Burke stood before the entrance of Cara Cara, inspecting her reflection in the glossy windows of the building. Nervously, she fussed with her hair, tucking a stray strand of long coppery hair behind her ear.

I never thought I'd have to do this, again.

Nearly four years had passed since the last time Aubree had gotten in front of the camera at Cara Cara. She'd only ever meant to get into the industry temporarily, as a means to an end. Five years had earned her enough to put her through undergrad and then law school.

It had been stupid, obviously. Tampering with evidence, at the request of her now ex boyfriend. What had she been thinking? She'd been found out, and disbarred. Six years of higher education, plus three years working in the field, for nothing. Six months had passed, and her savings were dwindling. With no job prospects to speak of, she'd had no choice but to give Luann Delaney, her former boss, a call.

She gazed carefully at herself, considering her attire. Still hopelessly clinging to her former career, she'd dressed in a black pencil skirt and a cream colored shell, paired with her favorite black pumps. She glanced at her timepiece; 9:45am. Luann was expecting her at ten. Aubree closed her eyes, taking a moment to mentally prepare herself. She inhaled slowly through her nose, exhaling slower still. Inhale. Exhale."You can do this, Aub," she mumbled lowly to herself, adjusting her bag so that it swung more comfortably on her right arm. With practiced poise, she entered the building, head held high as she passed a swath of blondes huddled in the foyer.

"Can I help you?" one of the blondes asked, eyeing her critically, arms folded against her chest.

"I'm here to see Luann."

"And you would be?"

"Aubree Burke," she retorted, flicking imaginary lint from her top.

The blonde nodded, a flicker of recognition in her eyes. "You were in those-"

"Yeah, that was me," she affirmed, already knowing which film series the girl was referring to.

Several years back, she had starred in a series of bondage films that had catered to a certain clientele. Namely, those with rape fantasies. There had been quite a bit of brutality in the films, more than most of the girls working for Luann would have been willing to deal with. Aubree had taken it in stride, nonplussed by being roughed up a little. God knows I was getting worse at home, she thought bitterly.

"Luann's in her office. Go on in."


"Aubree," Luann greeted her, smiling fondly. "How are you?"

"I've been better," she replied, smiling weakly.

"Sit, sit," Luann said soothingly, motioning towards a chair.

"Do you mind if I…" she trailed off, tilting her head towards the office door.

"Of course."

Quickly, she shut the door, taking a seat opposite Luann.

"So why don't you tell me what happened? You were pretty vague over the phone, my dear."

Aubree sighed, anxiously fidgeting with her watch. "I um… got disbarred."

Luann's right eyebrow rose, but she remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

"Chris got nabbed for armed robbery. You remember Chris, right?"

"I do," Luann agreed, her tone making it all too apparent what she thought of her ex boyfriend.

"He um… he asked me to tamper with the evidence…" she trailed off, tears beginning to well in her eyes.

"Oh, honey…" Luann sighed, rising to her feet. She strode around her desk, pulling her into an embrace.

"I can't believe it's all gone, just like that," Aubree mumbled, lips quivering as she forced back tears. "I… I worked so hard and it's just… for nothing. It was all for nothing."

"You'll be alright, darlin'. You made a mistake. We all do."

She nodded, staring down at her lap.

"Did you leave him?"

"Something like that," she mumbled, ignoring the dull aching in her chest.

Luann eyed her critically. "What do you mean by that? He isn't going to be coming around here, looking for handouts like-"

"No, Luann. He's done. He left me."

"Why?"

Aubree laughed, lips twisted into a painful smile. "Wasn't of much use to him once I got disbarred, was I? No money coming in, no job prospects. He followed his pecker to greener pastures," she replied bitterly, rolling her eyes.

"You've got a place to stay?"

"I don't need handouts, Luann. I just need to work so I can-"

"Stop," Luann interrupted, holding out a hand. "Aubree, you worked for me for five years. I've known you since you were a little eighteen year old waif, fresh out of high school. You're family. This isn't a handout I'm offering you, this is me looking out for my own. Do you understand?"

Aubree nodded, feeling a wave of relief. "Thanks."

"So let's get down to business, shall we?"

"Of course," she agreed, nodding.

"I was thinking it may be a good idea to start you off by reprising an old role. Get your name back out there again," Luann started, rummaging through her desk for a file.

"Makes sense," she agreed, nodding. "What did you have in mind?"

"Are you still comfortable with the type of work you did before?" she asked.

Aubree nodded. "Yeah. Of course."

"Why don't we start off with some light bondage? Get you re-acclimated?"

"You don't need to take it easy on me, Luann. What will make you the most money?"

"You know damn well that you were one of my most popular girls, Aubree. The guys love a cute redhead who likes to play rough. Let's reintroduce you, see if we can't revive your old fan-base?"

"Are we talking a full length shoot or just a promo?"

"Promo. Some light bondage, spanking… just a teaser of sorts to reintroduce you. I'm thinking we'll have your hair down, and we'll shoot you from behind for most of it, then show your face when we reintroduce you to the lineup of Cara Cara."

"Works for me," she replied, shrugging. "So are we going to shoot today or?"

Luann laughed. "No, I still need to figure some things out. Why don't you take today to check out the studio, meet the other girls? We'll block the scene tomorrow and shoot on Thursday. We're going to have to get you into wardrobe, too. And you'll want to meet my business partners."

"Business partners?" Aubree asked, tension rising in her shoulders. Half the reason she'd returned to the studio was for the safety it provided, being a porn studio run and directed by a woman.

"The Sons of Anarchy," Luann replied, the expression on her face unreadable.

Aubree nodded, considering. She knew that Luann's old man was a Son. "I thought you were doing well, why would you need-"

"Things change," Luann shrugged. "They're decent guys, very enthusiastic about getting their hands in the porno business. And it never hurts to have a little muscle around to keep the competition away."


Aubree nervously fidgeted with the cord of her silk robe, waiting to be called to the set. Though she was anxious now, she knew that all of her fears and nerves would dissipate the minute the cameras started rolling. Luann was right, she was a natural. Even though law didn't work out, at least I'm good at something.

Carefully, Aubree lowered herself to her knees, placing a hand on Alan's hip. "Welcome back," he greeted her, offering her a warm smile.

"Thanks," she said softly, brushing a stray hair from out of her eyes. She had worked with Alan a lot in the past. He was familiar, which was comforting. "It's… good to be back," she finished, forcing a smile. If she kept saying it, maybe she would start believing it.

"Let's get started," Luann called out, clapping her hands to get their attention.

"Let's do this," Aubree said lowly, smiling at Alan.

They started with the first scene, Aubree sucking slowly on Alan's dick, the back of her head to the camera. Following Luann's direction, she quickened her pace, keeping her body loose as Alan gripped the back of her head, pulling her toward him. She followed his pace, allowing him to fuck her mouth, her thoughts miles away. I forgot how nice this could be, functioning on auto-pilot.She barely noticed when Luann called cut, her eyes still dazed as she rose to her feet.

"Is it weird, being back?" Alan asked, helping her to her feet.

"Nah," she shrugged, stopping to let one of the assistants come to reapply her lipstick. "It's like riding a bike, you never forget."

They began filming their next scene, Aubree on her knees on an ornate rug, thankfully heavily padded, wrists fastened behind her head in an over-arm tie. She tugged carefully, ensuring that there was enough give in the ties fastening her wrists to each ankle. Again, only the back of her head was in view of the camera, Alan fucking her from behind, one hand on her waist, the other tangled in her coppery mane.

Once satisfied with the footage she'd gotten, Luann called cut, giving the pair another moment to relax.

"Where'd you find that delight you've got on?" Alan asked, eyeing her up and down. "Luann pull that from storage for you?"

Aubree shook her head, adjusting one of the straps of her pink Swarovski crystal bead and rose gold chain playsuit. "It's from my own collection. Agent Provocateur."

"Seems like the audience we've got is enjoying it," Alan observed, nodding his head.

Aubree followed his gaze, observing the four men who were standing behind Luann and her crew, watching. "Who are they?" she asked, eyes still focused on the men.

"The Sons," Alan retorted, smirking.

Aubree nodded, saying nothing. "They hang around often?" she asked, casually running her fingers through her hair.

Alan nodded. "The really tall one in the beanie, that's Opie. Lyla's boyfriend. The dreamy looking blonde is Jax Teller, VP of the Sons. The older guy with the black hair is Tig. He's a lively one."

"And the last one?" she asked, subtly nodding toward the unidentified man.

"That's Chibs."

"Chibs?" she repeated, frowning.

"Nickname. From the scars on his cheeks."

Aubree nodded, squinting to get a closer look. Sure enough, she caught sight of the pale scars ghosting across his cheeks, starting on either side of his mouth and curving upward toward his ears.

"Huh, you're right," she agreed, shrugging.


"Aubree," Luann called out, drawing her attention.

Aubree nodded, walking toward the blonde. "What's up? You ready to start shooting again?" she asked, hands on her hips.

"I wanted you to meet a few of my associates," Luann replied, smirking. "Jax, Opie, Tig, and Chibs," she continued, introducing the four.

"Charmed, I'm sure," Aubree retorted wryly, flashing a sultry grin in the men's direction.

"What's your name, darlin'?" the blond, Jax, asked, eyeing her up and down.

"Aubree," she quipped, eyeing him warily. Though he was indeed very handsome, he looked a little too similar to Chris for her comfort.

"Haven't seen you around here, before," the black-haired man, Tig, observed, leering at her. "Where's a pretty little thing like you've been hiding?"

"Ignore him," Opie told her, rolling his eyes. "He has a thing for redheads."

"You look familiar. How long you been in the industry, doll?" Tig asked.

Aubree shrugged. "I just got back in… worked for Luann while I was in college and part of law school."

"So you're a lawyer?" Jax asked, seemingly impressed.

"Was a lawyer," she corrected him, sighing heavily.

"What do you mean by that?" Tig prompted.

"I got disbarred."

Tig opened his mouth to ask something else, but Chibs silenced him, putting a warning hand on his arm. "Leave the lass alone, eh, Tiggy?"

"Thanks," she said softly, eyeing the man up, silently assessing him. He was tall, had a good six inches on her. His hair was a dark brown, peppered with the beginnings of gray. She'd peg him to be in his mid forties, though he still had a decent body for his age. She batted her eyelashes, shooting him an appreciative look. "Are you a Scot or Irish?" she asked, engaging Chibs in conversation.

"Scot," he retorted, matching her own gaze.

"I thought so, but couldn't be sure."

"Oh. 'An why is that, lass?"

Aubree shrugged. "I spent a semester of law school in Ireland. I'd been thinking about international law."

"I was hoping you boys wouldn't mind showing Aubree a good time. She hasn't been back in Northern Cali in what, four years?" Luann asked, interrupting.

"Sure, sure," Jax replied amicably, smirking. "You staying in Charming?"

She nodded. "I'm staying with Luann until I figure things out," she replied, shrugging.

"My lease isn't up in LA for another two months and I can't swing paying rent for two places right now," she elaborated.

"Why don't you come back to the clubhouse with us when you're finished up, Aubree? We'll celebrate your return to the industry."

Aubree glanced at Luann, who shot her a knowing look. "I don't know," she started, wringing her hands together.

"You need to get back out there, Aub. They're good boys, for the most part. I'll make sure Gemma keeps an eye on you, she'll keep them in line," Luann replied, nudging her toward the men.

"Bad breakup?" Tig asked, appearing curious.

"I don't want to talk about it," she muttered, averting her eyes.

"He anyone we need to worry about, Luann?" Opie asked, flexing his hands. "Think he'll show up here and try and start anything?"

Luann's eyes darkened. "If he knows what's good for him he'll stay away from her."

Aubree frowned, shooting her a furious look. She knew Luann had her suspicions about certain aspects of her relationship with Chris, unpleasant things she'd neither admitted nor denied. "I don't know about going right there, but I could stop by later this evening. Once I've had time to shower and change," Aubree relented, knowing that it was better to go along with Luann's wishes.

Luann nodded, grinning triumphantly. "Excellent."