A/N- There's no plot this chapter.
"Shouldn't we be filming this?" Klaus asks, with only a hint of a smile as he perches one knee on the bed and bends over.
Caroline looks up at him with a withering glare but he continues,
"No, truly," he grins, "if our audience is predominately female, surely they'd get turned on seeing a guy who knows how to make a bed?"
Caroline runs a hand over the fitted sheet before answering, "You know I've heard a lot of sexist things in this industry, but that might just be the worst."
She plumps a pillow before throwing it at him, "Put the cases on."
He catches the pillow and uses it to hide his chagrin as she leaves her bedroom.
Having taken his original idea to use her apartment to cut down on filming costs and run with it, Caroline was undertaken some low-scale redecorating so that their audience wouldn't be able to track down her home address.
And in her bedroom, that meant positioning the camera so that it caught the natural light from the window but didn't show any of the street outside.
Also, for an entirely different reason, new bedding.
Caroline hadn't wanted to use her own bedding for the video, or her own clothes or other bits and pieces which Klaus understood.
After all, there had to be a line between work and her home life, even if they were overlapping slightly.
Thankfully, Katherine Pierce sold a line of bedding, ranging from sateen to silk. She'd given them the cheap, fifty dollar sheets to start off with, and they'd be getting the better stuff when their company starting showing profits for both them and their business partners.
Klaus looks down at the purple fake silk sheets which weren't as tacky as he'd assumed they would be before heading into the living room where his coke was waiting.
He reached into his pocket for his credit card- which, ironically, he used only for lining up his drugs and sets up two tracks on Caroline's coffee table.
Being a gentleman, he'd offered some to Caroline but she'd turned him down, preferring to take a downer mixed with a shot or two of vodka to get her nice and relaxed.
He checked his watch, trying to calculate when the crew were meant to arrive and when he should take the cocaine and Viagra for maximum effect.
He figured that- thanks to Caroline's love of punctuality- he had about ten minutes to kill.
So, he blows out a breath, takes out his phone and tries not to hear the sound of Caroline getting ready in the bathroom. He'd showered and changed first, from a t-shirt and jeans to another, slightly cleaner, set of t-shirt and jeans with boxer briefs, because of course, she took a lot longer than him to get ready. Not only did she have to shower, but do her hair and make-up, which would have to be redone about five times during a normal shoot.
Six if there was a facial, but he didn't think that would be happening.
Though they weren't using her today, Caroline had sourced a script-writer from social media, a college student who wrote erotic fanfiction for free and was more than glad to sell them some scripts for twenty-bucks a pop. She'd had him read over first three scripts and Klaus had noticed a distinct lack of spitting, facials, footwork or strangulation.
It would definitely be a pleasant change of pace.
The rest of their crew were interns who, if they proved their worth and the company took off, would have jobs with them- and if not, they would at least have some of the five years' experience needed for entry-level jobs in their fields.
In this economic climate, the poor bastards were just grateful for the chance.
He and Caroline still had a little time left on their contracts with Fallen Angels and they were both taking as many jobs as they could for the money but they were doing their best to coordinate their days off so they could get as many videos ready for their site launch.
The secret was slowly getting out that the two of them were looking to set up their own company but people either didn't care, or didn't think they'd be successful enough to be serious competition.
Besides, the market out there was big enough for all of them.
Caroline interrupts him from his musings by coming out of the bathroom and padding over to the kitchen in a white lace open front baby-doll that barely covered the matching lace knickers and didn't at all cover her tanned limbs.
"Want some vodka?" she offers, reaching into the fridge and he shakes his head before readjusting his jeans. He heads over to the island as she sets up two shot glasses and he sees the label proudly announcing the fairy floss flavoring.
"Be thankful," Caroline tells him, catching his eye as she down the first shot,
"You're the one who has to kiss me today."
He hums noncommittally and edges around the counter to put his hands on her waist and steal a quick kiss, pressing his lips to hers and leaning back,
"You taste like sugar." he decides, licking his lips, and she rolls her eyes as there's a knock on the door.
Caroline lowered her eyes and gave a shy smile as Nik crowded her into the corner of her bedroom, resting her hands on his forearms as he holds her hips and began kissing her neck. She bites her lip and arches her back, giving a little gasp and biting her lip, turning her face towards the first camera but careful not to look at it or the two crew members behind it.
His right hand leaves her hip and trails, open palmed up her bare stomach, over to her left breast, still covered by her costume and squeezes it gently before moving up her neck to take her chin in his thumb and forefinger and turn her face back to him, holding her in place as he gives her a long, lingering kiss. She can feel his erection pressing against his jeans and wished they'd planned the day a little better. The two of them were so used to hard porn, where the foreplay barely lasted long enough for the coke to wear off that he'd taken the Viagra before the crew had even begun to set up. Poor guy had been hard for about twenty minutes now and they were still in the soft kissing stage. Hell, he was still fully dressed.
He teasingly takes one of the straps of her costume and eases it down her arm, kissing the bare skin before lurching forward, covering any lingering space between them and wrapping his arms around her, his hands delving under the flimsy lace and he turns them around so that her back his to the camera, he dips her slightly so her loose hair tumbles down and she bends her neck back artistically, hitching a leg around his waist as the second camera moves to catch them. He straightens her and she kisses him, more passionately this time as they grind their hips together and she reaches down to the hem of his t-shirt, pressing it against his bare skin as she slides it up his body, exposing him one inch at a time. He takes the material out of her hands and pulls it off, flinging it to the corner and they resume kissing as he moves her backward until her knees hit the bed and then she has to concentrate on looking sexy and in the moment while simultaneously lowering herself down slowly and not looking like she's gripping onto him for balance.
She's barely hit the bedding before the director- Luke- yells cut.
Nik rolls off her and exhales, pushing himself into a sitting position and grabbing one of the water bottles against the wall,
"Good?" he asks and Luke nods, "You guys are doing great."
Caroline takes the opportunity to duck into the bathroom to reapply her lipstick and do a make-up check. Everything was still in place and she looked deliciously rumpled.
More than that, when she bent down to get the clear lube off the counter, she realized that she wouldn't need it.
She was already aroused.
She blushed at that, in their line of work it was rare and a little embarrassing to get turned on during the making of a video.
She clears her throat and heads back to the bedroom, wincing sympathetically as she sees Nik tenting, "How're you doing?" she asks as she climbs onto the bed and props herself on her elbows,
"I feel like I'm in a wonderful nightmare," he groans dramatically as he leans over her,
"But I'll tap your thigh if it starts to head to priapism territory."
She throws her head back and laughs, only stopping when she sees the crew getting back into place,
"Nik," Luke kneels on the bed, "I want you to kiss Caroline a bit more, get her other shoulder strap down and then slip you hand into her panties…down not up," he elaborates, "And Caroline, I want to do the usual, whimpering, thrusting…pretend he's getting you off."
She nods to show she's understood and lies down as Nik props himself on an elbow so her body will be completely visible to the camera.
Luke gives the signal and they resume kissing a full minute before the camera starts rolling so it looks natural, and it all goes according to the script until Nik slips his fingers into her pussy and then curls them as he thrusts. Caroline gives a shuddering gasp and her eyelids flutter closed as she enjoys the sensation, her hips pressing down against his hand before she reminds herself that she's a professional and taps his shoulder twice.
It's their signal so he pulls out immediately and Luke says cut.
"You okay?" he asks Caroline, his eyes glancing at Nik's fingernails to try and determine whether it's one of the usual problems, but she shakes her head,
"I'm fine," she swears, looking at them both,
"He was just hitting my g-spot and I was getting close."
Luke makes a face at the thought and Caroline doesn't even need to look as she hits Nik's shoulder to know that he's being a smug bastard.
While even mainstream porn believed in the female climax, they were always faked because in reality they could be messy and usually, the actress was too tired or high to actually have a real response.
"Okay," Luke snaps his fingers, "Let's go from where we cut off and get the camera down for a close up between Caroline's legs."
Nik is fighting to keep his face blank as they rearrange themselves and Caroline glares at him,
"You even think about making me cum and I swear, when I do down on you, you'll be done in three seconds."
He blinks and feigns confusion, "Is that meant to be a threat or a promise?"
She hits his shoulder again.
Two hours later, Caroline reaches up to grip the pillows at the head of the bed, gasping as Nik thrust deep inside her, he's holding himself on his hands as he moves, which looked great on camera but wasn't an easy position to maintain. Her legs are splayed open, her feet curling against the sheets and her hips are twinging in pain but she moans, looking up at Nik with what she hoped was an expression of sexy surprise. He blinks twice which is their signal that he's close and she arches her hips, panting and crying out as she fakes her orgasm. About a minute or so later, he groans as he cums inside her, dropping down to kiss her passionately and they roll over so she's on top of him.
They trade lazily kisses, their open hands trailing over his chest and her back until she rests her head on his stomach and closes her eyes.
"Perfect," Luke exclaims, turning to the cameraman, "Did you get a shot of Caroline's thighs?"
The guy nods, "Yep, looks good."
Caroline keeps her eyes closed for a few seconds longer before pushing herself up and running a hand through her hair,
"I'm hitting the shower." She announces but Luke shakes his head,
"Hang on, let's get some after photos."
She frowns, "Why? We did all the photoshoot this morning?"
"Because, you two look even sexier once the deed is done," he takes her by the shoulders and lies her down beside Nik, taking the bed sheet and draping it across them so that it barely covered their body parts, he began rattling off instructions and Caroline tried to look alternatively aroused, satisfied and coy whilst her limbs ached, various fluids were dripping down her thighs and the room reeked of sex.
Plus, she was starving.
When Luke finally calls it quits for the day, she barely even says goodbye before throwing herself in the shower and rejoicing in the hot water.
When she's cleaned up, both inside and out, she wraps her fluffy bathrobe around herself and emerges to find that Nik has changed the sheets for her.
"Thanks," she says as he shuffles past her, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek,
"You have work tomorrow?" she asks as he grabs his jacket and pats his pocket for his car keys, "Yeah, but I'll see you after for one of your super-secret strategy sessions?" he teases and she opens the door, "Get out." She orders, smiling as he clatters down the stairs.
A/N- See, no plot.