Haley's Second Job
Chapter Two: You're Becoming a Star, Fast.
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"Hey Nathan. Is Haley home?"
"Yeah, she's upstairs. In her room, I think."
"Thanks," Peyton walked in as Nathan made way for her. The blonde went up the staircase and knocked on the bedroom door. "Haley? Haley, you in there?" With no answer, Peyton let herself in. When she saw the brunette was asleep, she quietened down and tiptoed to the bed. Within an instant, an idea came to Peyton. "Haley?" She had no intention of waking up her friend – she wanted her asleep. Peyton lifted up the sheets Haley was nicely tucked under and let out a cute little whimper, loving what she saw. She slowly lifted the sheet off her friend and put a hand on her ass. Haley was wearing a tight shirt and gorgeous blue panties that accentuated her lovely butt. "I've seen your porn, you dirty bitch," Peyton whispered. "You of all people I wouldn't have suspected. That's what makes it so hot." The blonde squeezed Haley's cheeks, busting at the seams to do more. She was clearly feeling frisky and adventurous. "I'm guessing Nathan doesn't even know." Peyton laid a couple of gentle kisses on the other girl's panties, right where her pussy creamed.
Haley rustled about in her bed for a moment but returned to the same position.
"That's it, baby. Keep sleeping." Peyton put a finger in side of Haley's panties – where cotton met flesh – and slid them down the girl as carefully and cautiously as she could. 'Far enough', she thought once the underwear met Haley's knees. The blonde glanced at Haley's sleeping face and she grinned like the devil's sidekick. She lingered down and buried her nose between the girl's ass. "Mm. You smell better than I thought you would." Peyton's hormones were running wild by this stage and her desire to go one step further was ever-present. She spread Haley's ass and snaked her tongue out with no fear; no regret. Her eyes closed in bliss as she lapped at her long-time pal's cunt. Images of Haley on the pornos flooded Peyton's conscience. As good as it looked (on them online videos) to finger Haley, Peyton had no real urge to. Sniffing and tasting the discreet little newbie pornstar was enough for now. "Oh, God, Haley," she whimpered. Peyton was as wet as she had ever been without a dick inside her and was only getting hornier.
"Mmnnn, Nathan," Peyton reacted like a deer in headlights as Haley mumbled, beginning to turn. "Nathan, not now." As she turned to her opposite side, now facing Peyton, the blonde watched her keenly. Haley still hadn't opened her eyes and appeared to be drifting off right back to a deep sleep. When she felt the coast was clear, so to speak, Peyton returned to her friend's pussy. "I said no." Haley squirmed a little more but Peyton took no notice. She was too wrapped up in her own affections and didn't realize the very awake state her friend was in. "I must still be dreaming, right?"
"Oh, my God," Peyton sprung up.
"Hey, you." Peyton sat wide-mouthed. Speechless. "Oh, don't stop on my account. I've waited too long for this day to not be awake and enjoy it. How long have you been here?"
"Just... just a few minutes."
"Huh. And may I ask what happened; why you're doing this now?"
"I saw your pornos. They're really, really hot," Peyton smiled. Haley paused for a bit, thinking.
"You know that blonde, in the lesbian shoot I did."
"Mel." Peyton didn't have to think twice. She had watched that particular video maybe a dozen times.
"Yeah, Mel. Well, just so you know, I couldn't stop picturing she was you." The sexual tension in the room really kicked up a notch now. Peyton came closer to her friend, eager to make out – eager to really get things started.
"Peyton. Peyton." The voice repeated but didn't register in Peyton's head just yet. "Peyton!" The blonde snapped to, shaking her head and riling like she was coming back a vision. And she was. She was coming back to reality. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Erm, I..."
"Get the hell out of here, you freak!" This was the most angered Peyton had ever seen her friend before. Haley's glare was fierce as she wriggled away from the blonde. "Get out. Now!" Peyton felt the urge to fight back and protest.
"You like it."
"What?" Haley quipped. "Are you fucking crazy?"
"I saw your porn."
"What?"
"Yeah, I've seen it. I know you like girls, so don't think for a second that you hate this."
"Peyton, that's a job. Okay? A side-job. Just because I like sex, doesn't mean I want anything to happen between me and you."
"Have you told Nathan?"
"No," Haley said defensively.
"Because you don't want to hurt him, right?" Peyton was stern and forthright in demeanour. "And do you want it to stay that way?"
"What are you saying? You're not going to..."
"I was thinking about it. Yeah."
"You're going to tell him?"
"Yep."
"I can't believe this."
"I don't have to, though." Peyton read her friend's face. "Don't act stupid. You know what that means."
"It means you're blackmailing me."
"Basically. But blackmail, to me, implies there's a certain evil about the situation. I'm one of your best friends. You're going to like this, I swear."
"Oh, my God. I can't believe this. You're sick."
"Well, you do porn. I can't believe that."
"Just get it over with. How do you want me to lie?"
"On your back would be nice." Peyton ignored the cold stare she was getting. "And spread your legs too. That's it." She rubbed Haley from her thighs to her shins with eyes only for the wonderfully pink vagina before her. "When you cum, I'll stop. So just relax and let yourself be horny like I know you want to."
"Oh, my God," Haley was still in disbelief.
Peyton came down on Haley's crotch like a plane coming down on a soft landing. But once she hit the 'strip', the blonde unleashed a frenzy of oral action. She licked Haley's clit and made the bold move to finger her pussy. As Peyton got more and more into it, so did her moans become more prolific. But as loud as she was, Haley had succumbed – swiftly and with stark simplicity – to the pleasures of being eaten out. The finger in her cunt wasn't doing much but her clit was taking a battering. One would assume Peyton had taken the 'dyke' tag she was given in high school and ran with it, but this was the first time she had ever gone down on a girl.
"Oh, fuck. Oh, FUCK." Haley's body was convulsing in ecstasy. "Oh, Peyton. Oh, God. Shit, shit, shit. I'm coming!" Peyton suctioned her mouth around her friend's cunt as the girl hit her climax. She wanted to taste some of that pussy juice she had seen on the pornos. "Ahhh!" Haley could see the cum trickling from Peyton's mouth and down her chin. "Oh, my God, wow. Wow." Her breathing found no pattern, as with all her orgasms. But this orgasm was different and she immediately knew why. "Are you in the business as well?" Peyton raised an eyebrow as if to say 'what fucking business are you talking about?' "Porn, I mean."
"No."
"We should shoot together. There's a market for that – real friends fucking."
"Did I do that good?" She knew Haley would end up loving it, and the fact that sense came to fruition pleased her immensely.
"You did amazingly. Where's this Peyton been all these years?"
"Where has this Haley been?"
"In a boring and boys-only world, I guess. Did you play with yourself to my lesbian shoot."
"More than once."
"Is the door locked."
"I don't think so."
"Go lock it. It's my turn to make you feel good."
Peyton had her most powerful and memorable orgasm that day. And Haley went back to school the next day in a better mood than ever before. Classes were a real pleasure to teach for the first time and she felt like a weight had been lifted off her shoulder. Three o'clock came and the bell rang in the final period.
"See you guys tomorrow. Remember, pages 115-140." As the students made her way out of class, one stayed behind. The trouble kid, Quentin.
"Hey, Ms Haley James Scott."
"Hello, Quentin."
"So, uh. James Cameron called you up yet or...?"
"Excuse me?"
"You know, Hollywood. You're big in Hollywood, right? Or at least trying to be."
"Er, I'm not sure what you're talking about, Quentin," she had an amused smirk on her face.
"I've seen your movies, Miss. They're good. Like, really good." Quentin grabbed Haley's crotch like it was no big deal.
"What are you doing?"
"You, a pornstar. I never would've thought."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Sure you do. Hell, my dick even knows."
"Quentin, please... Just, don't tell anybody."
"I ain't gonna tell. But that's a favour, and you gotta return it."
"What—what are you saying?" Haley stammered as Quentin looked her up and down, not trying to hide that he was checking her out. "Quentin, if that's what you're thinking, I'm not doing it."
"You seem like a cool teacher, you know. A little pushy and anal about things, but cool. Would be a mighty shame if those videos got emailed to everybody here and you never worked at another school ever again. Education systems don't look kindly on teachers moonlighting as pornstars, I wouldn't think."
"Quentin... Quentin, you're better than this."
"Yeah, well," he stared into blank space, pondering the woman's notion for a moment. "Bend over your desk, Miss Haley James." Haley didn't budge. "I mean it, I'll spread those pornos like wildfire. No skin off my back." She could see he wasn't bluffing.
"Why are you doing this?"
"My cock talks, Miss. It ain't gonna let up 'til it meets your pink friend." Quentin wore the biggest smile, effortlessly able to be so jovial with those words.
"You shouldn't be doing this," Haley said with a shake of the head as she turned around.
"Mm-hm," he replied with a roll of the eyes. As Haley bent over, she angled her ass closer to Quentin.
"You better close the door." He took her tip and when he came back, his teacher had her tight skirt hiked up to her tits. "Are you going to come in me?"
"Ooh, I like this Haley James. Your freaky side's coming out."
"You have no idea."
"Something tells me you've never had... jungle fever before." Quentin perched up to Haley's ear, unzipping his jeans and rubbing the hard-on in his briefs against the MILF's ass. "I'm betting I'm not the first black guy to try, neither. What with an ass as fine as this." Haley shuddered with lust as she felt Quentin's bare cock rub between her cheeks.
"It feels so big," she moaned, biting her lip. "Fuck me. Fuck me on my desk with your big black cock."
"Heh. Talkin' like a true pornstar. I'mma tear this ass up."
"Oh, yeah? You're gonna fuck me in the ass."
"I'm gonna destroy this white booty."
"Mm, yeah."
"Hold onto your desk. Us basketballers are rough. You mighta forgot that." Quentin took a shot at her husband as he put his fingers in Haley's mouth then up her backside – the saliva acting as lube. The brunette got ungodly vocal as she felt a cock surge inside her ass . Quentin had to put a hand over the older woman's mouth to muffle her moans and cries. They were in the very forbidden school grounds after all.
"Remember, Peyton, I want you to just be natural, okay? Go with the moment. Feel it. When she starts, you be alert but soft, vulnerable – hold off on aggression or any kind of dominance until she slips a finger inside you. Haley's the vengeful friend." The attractive woman in her forties held a clipboard and had headphones rested around her neck. "Now, are you ready?"
"I think so."
"You'll be great," a bubbly Haley encouraged her blonde friend.
"Okay. Lights on; position camera one."
"Okay," Peyton took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and exhaled. She made her way to a nearby bed and picked the magazine off it. This wasn't her room. If you haven't already caught on, she was amidst a movie set. An adult movie, of course. She had taken Haley's advice and not 24 hours later they were shooting porn together. That other woman was the director – a bisexual herself. Peyton lay on the bed, pretend-reading the fitness mag before her and looking all kinds of sexy in her hot pink panties and white top.
"Action!"
"Courtney! Courtney, open up!" Haley knocked on the set door.
"Just a minute!" Peyton, or 'Courtney', called back.
"No, not just a minute," Haley opened the door with stern demeanour. "Dennis told me what you did."
"What?" The blonde queried as she opened the door.
"You fucking bitch. How could you do that? You're supposed to be my best friend, slut."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, you don't know what I'm talking about?"
"No."
"These are the bikinis you bought last summer," Haley help up the beachwear. "They were at his place. He told me about the little show you gave him, and how he flat-out rejected your bitch-ass."
"He told you he rejected me?"
"He sure did, you whore."
"That's funny, because I remember fucking him." Peyton was quite the actress.
"You're lying."
"No, I distinctly remember him begging me to go the extra mile for him. You know, since he can't get any from you."
"You are such a lying bitch."
"He's uncircumcised. How else would I know that?"
"Ah, by guessing."
"He has a birthmark in the middle of his dick."
"You- You really fucked him?"
"Mm-hm," Peyton nodded matter-of-factly.
"You bitch," Haley shoved Peyton onto the girl's couch and pinned her down. "You can't just go around fucking my boyfriend," she tugged the blonde's panties down her body.
"What are you doing?" Peyton shrieked.
"If my boyfriend gets to fuck you, then I get to fuck you."
"Tiff, don't."
"Shut up."
"What are you doing? Get off o' me."
"You're gonna like this and you know it. Be a good little lesbian bitch." Haley had her knees pinning down Peyton at her wrists and thighs.
"Oh, my God, stop it, you creep."
"Stop pretending you don't want it!" Haley gave her friend a fair smack across the cheek. It was completely real and unexpected. "Mm, that's a pretty pussy." It was like gold to 'Tiffany' – a gorgeous vagina all to her. Haley dug her middle and index fingers in Peyton's cunt and rubbed the blonde's clit with her thumb. "Moan for me, you dirty whore. You boyfriend-fucker. Moan!" And the moans came, thick and fast. "That's it, baby. I might find some of Dennis' cum in here, right? He came in you, didn't he? I bet you fucking begged him to, huh. You milked a creampie out of my boyfriend, didn't you, bitch? Huh? Speak up!"
"Yes, I did, I did," Peyton answered, a sharp grimace present on her face from the pounding that her cunt took.
"I actually don't mind. It makes me hot, you know that? I get all wet over," the brunette lifted up her skirt, lacking any panties or undergarments whatsoever. "Here, TASTE! Taste my juices, you sneaky slut. Taste how you're little stunt makes me feel." She shoved her crotch in Peyton's face and made the taller girl eat her out. "Mmm, that's it, Courtney. Suck on my yummy, dripping pussy."
The girls went at it for a while still and things got more and more intense. Both Haley and Peyton genuinely came – no fake shit – and more than once. After the shoot, they hit the showers and explored their 'friends with benefits' relationship some more. Haley finger-banged her BFF to another wonderful orgasm and that capped off the most amazing day of Peyton's life.
"I think it's time we brought in Brooke," the sex-driven side of Haley suggested. It was a spectacular idea.
END OF CHAPTER TWO
