A/N: Hi folks. Here's a new story. It was inspired by Brittany Snow in X and I had to start writing it. I'm still working on Make Me Feel Like I'm Not Alone and I'm coming close to the end so I thought I'd go ahead and start posting this. Please been warned. It's about the making of a porn movie so it contains scenes of sex between consenting adults. It also has some sweetness fluff and humor. It's Bechloe after all!

Beca Mitchell, petite, brunette and whip-smart had apparently become somewhat of a jack of all trades in the world of entertainment. In the ten years since graduating from college early, she'd worked as a music producer, which had led her to produce a musical on Broadway, which had then led her to take a course in cinematography which had helped her gain some expertise in camera operation and direction... which had finally led her here. To her new, well-paying gig... as director of photography on nothing less than an adult movie. Beca still almost couldn't believe it.

It was something she had never expected to be involved in, to be putting on her resumé, but a producer friend of hers was trying to make a classier adult movie and had landed the adult industry's veteran star, Elektra King. Beca had chuckled when she'd read about the young woman. Elektra King, because When you watch her, lightning always strikes.

The tag line made Beca genuinely chuckle at its ridiculousness. But hey, who was she to judge anyone? If this Elektra lady wanted to take her clothes off and have sex on screen, all kudos to her. Beca wasn't a stranger to adult movies in her personal life. In fact, her boyfriend liked them, so she indulged him now and then. Beca Mitchell prided herself on being open minded and far from a prude.

"Then why..." she asked herself out loud as she sat in her Mustang outside the soundstage. "Am I so freakin' nervous about this?"

A sudden tap on her passenger side window made her jump and she rolled it down, leaning over a little to look at an old friend.

"So, are you coming inside or are you going to hide in your car like a chickenshit all day?" Jesse Swanson, the producer, and her old friend, said with a grin.

Beca sighed and shook her head. "Remember back in college when I said I didn't like movies all that much?" she asked.

"Yeah," her friend replied, frowning.

"I just remembered why."

The man chuckled. "At least this won't be predictable."

"Come ON, Dude," the brunette laughed. "This is like the most predictable genre of them all. Blow job, clit licking, various penetration positions... maybe some anal if they're feeling extra frisky..."

"You obviously haven't seen much porn," the man grinned. "This one might surprise you."

Beca rolled her eyes, rolled up the window and got out of the car. "Well, let's see how the table read goes. I read the script and I don't have high hopes."

"You haven't met Elektra King yet," Jesse replied with a wink.

"Let me guess... blonde, tanned, long legs, big boobs."

"Mmmm... something like that," the man replied, somewhat cryptically.

Beca carried her briefcase into the studio and found herself being led by Jesse into a room with a long oval table. Several people were already seated, and she smiled amiably at them as she passed by on her way to the catering table to get some coffee and a bagel. "Breakfast of champions," she muttered to herself.

"Amen," a woman agreed with a soft chuckle as she stepped up beside her, dressed in dark blue Levis, Converse sneakers and a green v-neck sweater. She was a couple of inches taller than Beca's diminutive stature, with long, red hair caught in a ponytail, and the most impossibly blue eyes the brunette had ever seen, framed by dark-rimmed glasses. She was wearing almost no makeup except for a shimmering pink lip, and her smile was genuinely gorgeous. "Although full throttle coffee makes me jittery. I have to stick with decaf."

"Where's the fun in that?" Beca teased and another beaming smile broke out on the redhead's face. "I'm Beca, by the way. Director of photography."

"I'm Chloe," the woman replied. "Nice to finally meet you, Beca. Jesse talks about you a lot. You guys went to college together, right?"

"We did," the brunette replied. "He's a good guy."

"Yeah, he is," Chloe smiled. "Hey, sit by me? I don't really know most of the people here and I'm always kinda nervous on day one."

"Sure," Beca nodded, and she followed the redhead back to her seat to take the one beside her. She was about to ask Chloe what her role was on the team when Jesse rapped his knuckles on the table.

"Good morning, everyone," he said. "Welcome to the first comprehensive meeting and table read for The Overflowing Desire.

Beca heard Chloe snigger a little. "We really need to petition for a change in title," the redhead whispered.

Beca just grinned at her.

"So firstly," Jesse was saying. "Let's get the introductions out of the way. I think you all know me. I'm Jesse Swanson and I'm the producer of this movie. To my right, I have Tom Brady, director. Our director of photography and principal camera operator is Beca Mitchell and her team for lighting, set dressing and other trades consists of Jack Hall, Brian Dickson, Terry Jones and Brooke Goldstein. For hair and makeup, we have Lamar and Chanté. Our male lead is Armando Gonzales, aka Armie Ginko and last but certainly not least, our female lead... Elektra King, aka Chloe Beale.

Beca almost choked on her bagel bite as she looked at the redhead sitting next to her. Chloe smiled sheepishly and offered her a little shrug, then lifted her hand in a little wave to everyone else. The brunette just blinked. Then blinked again before slowly focusing back on Jesse who was looking smugly at her.

"We have a small cast and crew but I'm confident we're all going to do a great job! Before we get started, does anyone have any initial questions?" Jesse looked around the table, then nodded when no one spoke. "Ok, let's get started."

Xx

It was almost seven when the final production meeting for the day ended. Beca was exhausted, and she yawned as she walked across the parking lot to her Mustang.

"Sweet ride," Chloe called as she came out the door a little behind her. "I've always wanted one."

Beca turned and smiled at her. "I thought you were gone already… Elektra King," she said.

"Sorry about that," Chloe chuckled. "It's not easy to tell people you're an adult movie actress when you first meet them. And, no, Armie and I had to go through final costume fittings."

"There are costumes other than your birthday suit?" Beca teased, but her smirk faded quickly as Chloe looked down, hurt etched across her face as she bit her bottom lip a little. "Sorry," the brunette apologized. "That was a dick thing to say."

"Yeah." Blue eyes lifted, infinitely sad. "It kinda was." Beca's face was the picture of dismay and Chloe couldn't help but giggle softly. "But I forgive you." Beca blinked and licked her lips. "I'm just messing with you, Beca!" Chloe exclaimed on a laugh, giving her a little playful shove.

"You got me," the brunette chuckled as she shook her head. "You can certainly act, I'll give you that," she added, and the beaming smile returned to the redhead's face. "Seeya tomorrow, Beale."

"Tomorrow, Mitchell."

With one last look over her shoulder, Chloe headed for her car, leaving Beca to stroll to hers, still chuckling to herself. It was a good drive home, so Beca forwent her usual walking stop at her favorite stretch of beach. She knew Luke was waiting at home for her and he didn't like when she was late, so she decided to surprise him by coming home early.

It was weird though. She pulled into the driveway to find the house dark, and she frowned when she realized even the porch light was off, even though his car was in the driveway. Beca let herself in with her keys, which she dropped in the bowl on the hallway table before dropping her briefcase, kicking off her shoes and carrying them upstairs. She finally heard loud music playing as she moved toward the back of the house.

"Luke! I'm home!" she called, checking her phone for texts as she opened their bedroom door but then she looked up and almost dropped the phone when she registered the fact that her boyfriend since college was enthusiastically fucking some screeching brunette in their bed while a porn movie played on the TV facing it.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed, hand flying to her mouth.

Luke and his bimbo suddenly noticed her presence and the man scrambled off the bed, hiding his rapidly softening erection with one hand as he turned the porn movie off with the other. The silence in the room was suddenly deafening, then her boyfriend launched into his defense. "Babe, I'm... I'm so sorry. She means nothing to me, I swear. It's just anal. I know you hate anal."

"So, you invited another woman into our bed to give it a whirl?!" Beca yelled. "What the ACTUAL FUCK, Dude!"

The other woman was calmly redressing, and she shook her head as she put her shoes on. "He told ME he was single," she said, then picked up her purse and headed out the door without a look back.

"Beca..." Luke pleaded, holding up his hands.

"Get out," the brunette said calmly. "This relationship is over."

"Becs, please?!"

"GET. THE. FUCK. OUT!" Beca screamed at him as her temper snapped. She pointed at the door, and he nodded, quickly getting into some sweats and a pair of sneakers.

"Beca..." he tried one more time, but she shook her head.

"Get the fuck out, Luke," the brunette said again, this time with a hard edge to it. "You can come back for your stuff tomorrow when I'm not here."

Luke grabbed his wallet and keys off the nightstand, and reluctantly left. Beca just stood there for a moment, staring at the bed, before going to it to drag the sheets, pillowcases, and comforter off. Then she simply opened the window and tossed them outside, not even caring that they landed on her ex's head as he walked under them.

The brunette went into the bathroom and turned the shower on, pulling her clothes off disgustedly and throwing them into the laundry hamper. She and Luke had had sex the night before and, now that she had no idea who he'd been with other than her, she felt dirty... violated... and got under the piping hot water, scrubbing herself raw as tears spilled down her cheeks. She'd have to get tested for STDs and HIV, and the thought scared her to death.

"Goddammit, Luke!" she yelled, slamming her hand into the tile wall. Then she turned her back to it and slid down to sit on the floor, pulling her knees into her chest and hugging them as the water cascaded down on her. She sobbed uncontrollably. Betrayed didn't even begin to describe how she felt.

Xx

Chloe was sitting in the meeting room, wrapped in a fluffy white robe, and munching on a bag of chips when Beca wandered into the room to pour some coffee. "Morning, Beca," the redhead said cheerfully.

The brunette grunted and then dropped into the seat next to her, glaring in the direction of the crunching sounds. "Chips? At this hour of the morning? Seriously?" she grumped.

"Uh... I've been up since four. It's lunch time for me," Chloe grinned.

"Four?" Beca repeated, more than a little horrified. "Why the hell are you up since the ass crack of before-dawn? And..." She shaded her eyes with her hand. "Why are you shining so brightly, dammit?!" She MAY have been a bit hung over.

Chloe tilted her head. "Well, I had to go for my run, then come here to be waxed and tweezed and spray tanned and whatnot. And, you know… I've never had someone tell me I'm shiny before."

Beca took a moment to look at the redhead. She indeed looked tanned and tweezed and waxed. At least her face and eyebrows did. Beca wasn't sure to what parts of her body the whatnot referred. "Hmmm... sounds like a lot of maintenance."

"It is," Chloe sighed.

"Then why do you do it? Why don't you just do fetish porn where the women are hairy and shit?"

The redhead laughed heartily. "That's not really my thing personally. Remember, I do have a life outside of this job. AND it's also not really in fashion," she replied. "If you want a big bush, you've gotta go back to the seventies and eighties."

"Not necessarily," Beca murmured.

Chloe almost choked on a chip as she laughed again, and her eyebrows shot up. "And you know this how?" she asked. She held up a hand then. "Oh, let me guess. You and your boyfriend watch adult movies together OORRRR…" She shimmied her shoulders. "Maybe you watch during your alone time to spice it up a little?" The brunette couldn't say anything for a long moment. The hurt in her chest choked her and she barely stifled a whimper at the intensity. "Beca, oh my God," Chloe echoed from far, far away. "What's wrong? Do you need a doctor? Should I call an ambulance?"

"No..." Beca wheezed after another moment, putting a hand on the redhead's phone screen. "I'm ok. I'm just..." She choked again, on a sob this time. "I caught my boyfriend cheating on me last night with another woman. We broke up. Because of ANAL!" The brunette had no idea why she was telling the actress this but telling SOMEONE made her feel the tiniest bit better.

"Wow, what an asshole," Chloe murmured, shaking her head. "Pun unintended." Beca barked out a bitter laugh. "Were they doing it when you came home?" Beca nodded. "Do you know how long it's been going on? Was he wearing a condom?" The brunette shook her head. "Honey, you need to get tested, today if possible."

"I know," Beca sniffled. "I made an appointment with a doctor for this afternoon on my way here."

"Good," the redhead nodded. "I'll go with you."

Beca blinked. "Chloe, you don't have to do that."

"Yes, I do actually," the actress replied. "I get tested once a month and someone always goes with me. We support each other in this industry. We keep each other safe."

"Once a month?" the brunette gasped. Red eyebrows lifted meaningfully, and Chloe's lips became a thin, pink line. "Oh... right," Beca mumbled. Then she wiped her eyes self-consciously as other people began to trickle into the room. Chloe just squeezed her hand with a smile.

Later that afternoon, Beca and Chloe slipped out, saying they needed some air. Chloe slid into the brunette's Mustang and grinned as Beca hopped in front of the wheel. Then they peeled out of the parking lot. Better to ask for forgiveness later, right?

At the doctor's office, Beca sat waiting, with Chloe reading a magazine beside her. Her knee was bouncing uncontrollably, and she shifted anxiously in her chair every couple of seconds until Chloe silently reached for her hand and held it, lacing their fingers together without even looking at her. The brunette was grateful, even if she couldn't say it just yet. Saying anything at all would make this real. It seemed like the redhead got that her friend needed to pretend it wasn't... at least for now.

Ten minutes later, Beca was called, and she simply brought Chloe by the hand with her. Fifteen minutes after that, they were back in the Mustang, Chloe hugging her friend gently. "You did great, Becs. I know it was scary, but you really did great."

"Thanks for being here, Chloe," Beca whispered into soft, red hair.

The redhead smiled. "You're welcome but we should get back before they send out a search party."

Xx

The next day, Beca was working with Chloe, Armie and her crew on lighting a newly dressed scene. The redhead's perfect creamy skin lit beautifully, no matter what Beca chose, but Armie was a slightly different story. His skin tone was naturally darker than the actress's and finding a balance between lighting them both well, while keeping the ambiance of the scene, was turning out to be challenging.

Chloe was dressed in a robe the whole time, only dropping it off her shoulders when needed, but her scene partner was only wearing a sarong around his waist and Beca thought on more than one occasion that she'd caught a glimpse of something she shouldn't and if she had, it was true what they said about Armando Gonzales... that he did indeed have huge… hands.

Chloe was very amiable about everything. She went where she was asked to go, did what she was asked to do and moved as she was asked to move. Armie, on the other hand, complained about everything from the scratchiness of the sheets to the fact that the floor wasn't heated. The redhead just stood with her arms folded while the actor was fed half a sedative by his assistants… plural… after a particularly bad temper tantrum. Chloe, who didn't even have one assistant, seemed inexplicably amused about the whole thing judging by the upturn to her lips.

Beca sidled up next to her and leaned close. "Have you ever worked with this guy before?" she murmured.

"No," Chloe replied. "And, frankly," she confided. "I hope I never have to again. He's a total whiner and my mouth hurts from trying to keep this fake smile in place."

"He's well hung," Beca teased. "At least it'll have been worth it."

Chloe giggled genuinely at that. "Beca, you do realize that this is all just acting for me, right? I'll get as much pleasure out of this as I would bringing the garbage out to the dumpster on a Tuesday night, even if he IS well-endowed, which he is. Actually…" She shook her head ruefully. "He might even be a little uncomfortable for me."

"Oh," Beca breathed softly. "I guess I never really thought about that. What can I do to help?"

"You're sweet," Chloe smiled, rubbing her DP's arm softly. "But I'm good. It's under control." Then she rolled her eyes as her co-star complained about something else, and stepped forward, taking his arm and guiding him to sit in a nearby chair. "Armie, how about we run lines while the crew finishes setting up?"

"If we must," the man replied with a sniff, then took a sip of his chilled cucumber water.

Beca spent the next hour working out the shots with the director for the next day and carefully capturing everything on her tablet. Then she smiled and clapped her hands. "Ok, Folks. That's all from us for today. Great job! We're in a good position to start principal photography tomorrow. Chloe, Armie, you good with that?"

The two actors each lifted a hand in acknowledgement. Across the room, Jesse was standing, leaning against the framing of a set wall and he frowned worriedly as he watched his friend wrapping up and putting her tablet into her briefcase. He crossed the space to her then and squeezed her shoulder. "You seem a little off. You ok?" he asked softly.

Beca shook her head. "Luke cheated on me, and we broke up so… not really," she replied. "But I'm a professional and the show must go on." Then she gave him a little smile and headed out the door. Beca started the drive home deep in thought with the radio playing in the background. She felt lost… adrift in her own thoughts and finally, she just pulled over and let the tears come. They flowed out of her like a great river, carrying a torrent of emotion she didn't even realize she could feel so intensely. Pain, grief… even hatred... but during all that, a small light shone; a small light by the name of Chloe Beale; the one person who'd surprisingly turned out to not be anything like Beca thought she would. For some reason, Chloe just… got it.

Once home and showered, Beca padded downstairs in shorts and a t-shirt to open the fridge. She wasn't hungry, but she knew she should eat something, and she was just leaning in to grab some leftover pizza when her doorbell rang. She sighed exasperatedly but went to answer anyway, pulling the door open without bothering to check who it was. But then she tilted her head, and a smile rushed over her face as Chloe held up a six pack of beer in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. She was wearing a sports bra and low-slung running pants. Beca couldn't help but admire her abs and Adonis belt.

"I really need a drink, so I decided to skip the gym and just come see how you were doing. I wasn't sure which you'd prefer to drink, so I brought both," the actress stated. Then she looked down at the bag resting between her sneakers. "And Chinese takeout." She paused as Beca didn't say anything. "But I can totally just… you know… leave, if you don't feel like company?"

Beca's chest was aching, and she knew she didn't want to be alone, so she stepped forward and pulled her new friend into a hug. "Thanks, Chloe. How did you find me?"

The actress leaned into her since she couldn't really hug back while holding the alcohol. "I'm Elektra King," she replied. "Has its advantages now and then."

Beca didn't get what that meant, but she shrugged, not caring one bit as she first leaned down to grab the takeout bag, then stepped back to allow her friend entrance. "Cool. C'mon in. Thanks for bringing this stuff. I was just about to eat some leftover pizza I found in the back of the refrigerator."

Chloe nodded. "Good thing I got here in time then," she deadpanned. "That shit'll kill ya."

"Worse than chips at eight in the morning?" Beca teased back.

"Oh, totes," the redhead nodded. "So… beer or wine?"

"Screw it, both," the brunette replied, taking the wine bottle from her friend, and leading her to the kitchen. "How about you?"

"Beer," Chloe replied. "Wine gives me a brutal hangover and I can't afford to feel like crap the day of a shoot."

Beca nodded as she led her friend into the kitchen and set them up at the table. She opened the patio doors and let the cool evening breeze come in as Chloe took a chance and opened a drawer, grinning as she found a bottle opener and brandishing it. "Sorry, I really need this after all of Princess Armando's complaining. Jesus Christ, I wanted to stab him in the carotid at one point near the end there."

Beca sniggered as she set plates, forks and napkins on the table and then laid out the food containers. "I would've paid to see that."

"Did you know that, six months ago, he was a garbage collector?" the actress asked, eyebrows raised. She held up her hands then. "Not that there's anything wrong with being a garbage collector, but that boy acts too much like an entitled prick, considering his roots are blue collar."

"It's because he has a big dick," Beca pointed out. "He thinks he's God's gift to women… and you! He looks at you as if you're his next meal."

"If only he knew," Chloe chuckled, under her breath.

"Knew what?" the brunette asked but the actress just smiled softly. "Nothing. Never mind. You know, I think so much blood has to go to his penis that he doesn't get enough to his brain. He loves to mansplain stupid shit, but he's honestly as dumb as a post."

"But pretty to look at in fairness," Beca grinned.

"Mmmm," the actress said noncommittally. "So, nervous about tomorrow? This is your first adult movie as DP, right?"

The brunette picked at the label of her bottle as she nodded. "Honestly, it's my first adult movie period, so yeah." She tilted her head. "Any tips?"

"Well…" Chloe replied thoughtfully. "A lot of directors and cam operators focus too much on what's below the neck… like breasts, genitals etc. but face shots are important too. Viewers like to see how much the characters are enjoying the sex. Wide shots, followed by closer panning shots, followed by focused shots tend to be better. We're trying to appeal to all different kinds of likes."

Beca was impressed and she pursed her lips. "You know your stuff, Chloe," she complimented.

"I insist on seeing the dailies," the actress replied. "Just so you know. And I insist on reshoots if they suck, which they sometimes do."

There was a long silence between them as the wheels turned in Beca's mind. Then Chloe was touching her wrist. "It's ok. If you have questions, you can ask them."

"I do have questions," the younger woman replied. "But I don't want you to think I'm being judging or anything."

The redhead laughed softly. "Beca, I said you can ask. Ask."

"Ok… well…you obviously care about what you do," Beca said softly. "Why? Some might say that it's hardly art."

Chloe looked down as she scratched at her own bottle's label. "It may or may not be art, but there IS a craft to it and it's something I'm good at. When I was a teenager, I wanted to be an actress. Arguably, I had the looks and the talent, but breaking into the industry is difficult if you're not accidentally discovered or given a chance, so after I'd been turned down eighty-six times and had only gotten a few commercials, I auditioned for a role in an adult film, mostly as just a laugh. All I had to do, literally, was flash my boobs and act out having an orgasm. To my shock, I was hired immediately. The rest is history, I guess."

"What type of movies do you normally do?" the brunette asked curiously. "Or what do you not do, I guess is what I'm asking?"

"I don't normally do girl on girl. That's about it. Although, between us, I'm not fond of BDSM and I try to avoid it as much as possible."

"Ok, THAT I get," Beca nodded. "But why not girl on girl? Wouldn't that be kinda... nice… compared to other stuff?"

"That's… it's... I just prefer not to."

"Does it gross you out or something?"

Chloe chuckled softly. "No, of course not. I'm just… mindful of proper representation for LGBTQ plus people." Beca just nodded and opened them both another beer. "Did your ex get his stuff?" Chloe asked then before taking a long swallow.

Beca leaned on the table on her forearms, looking down and tracing the woodgrain with a fingertip. "Yeah, he did. Some of it anyway." She didn't say anything else until her friend touched her hand and gave her a sympathetic look. "God, Chloe! I'm so mad at him! How could he do this to me? He said he loved me. How could he betray me like that?" Tears spilled down her cheeks and she wiped at them impatiently. "I'm just so goddamn angry!"

"I don't know, Becs," the actress replied. "But I DO know that sex can fuck things up royally. It can be so many good things, but it can be really bad too."

"How do you deal with that, Chloe?" the brunette asked. "You make a living from having sex and…"

"No…" Chloe interrupted gently, shaking her head. "I make my living from fucking for a camera."

"There's a difference?" Beca frowned.

"For me? Yes." The redhead got up and stood in the open doorway, looking out at the moon's reflection in Beca's swimming pool. "There has to be something I keep for myself. I give my body, my skill, my brain… but I never give my heart… or mistake what it is I'm doing for money, for anything with any meaning."

Beca moved up beside her, placing a gentle hand on her back and rubbing softly. The redhead's skin erupted in goosebumps, and she shivered a little. "You've never been in love, Chlo?"

"Not in a long time," the actress replied, wrapping her arms around her own slim waist. "If really ever. And listen, Becs, you have to be kind to yourself and let yourself grieve your relationship with Luke, ok? Lean on me. I'm here for you."

Beca's eyes moved back to the moon's reflection. "Thanks, Chloe. I appreciate that." Then she turned and went back to the table to make herself a plate. She was suddenly starving. "You wanna watch a movie?"

The older woman's beaming smile of agreement made Beca smile too.