Disclaimer: All Twilight names, places and characteristics belong to the talented Stephenie Meyer. I just play with her toys.

Authors note: I am very excited to present to you all the first outtake for Introducing Bella Swan: Porn Star. This outtake is in Edward's point of view and runs after chapter 12 of the story.

Edward POV

I stared in horror at the building stood in front of me. My brothers, Emmett and Jasper had to literally push me into the... salon. Urgh, just the word made me cringe. This was not a place for men.

Together we walked in and I was surrounded by pink. It was everywhere! The walls, the sinks, the chairs, even the beauticians hair was bright pink!

"Is this really necessary?" I asked my brothers.

"Unless you want to be seen on camera with a hairy arse, then yes, it's necessary," Emmett told me then signed us in for our appointment.

"My arse isn't hairy," I grumbled.

Jasper snorted.

"I beg to differ, every man's buttcrack is furry like a bear. Bella will dig the smooth look," Jasper, my middle brother, winked at me and sat down on one of the several hot pink sofas.

"Why should I care what Bella thinks?" I tried to be firm with my speech, if my siblings knew how I felt, they'd just tease me.

Emmett laughed and bent down by a water dispenser, putting a plastic cup underneath it to catch the flow of icy cold water then sipped slowly.

"Seriously, you don't care what Bella thinks?" Emmett challenged me.

I shrugged.

"You're a fucking terrible liar bro'. You're into her big time, we saw you staring at her in the restaurant the other day,"

I glanced at Jasper for confirmation of Emmett's theory and he folded his arms nodding. I threw my head back and sighed.

"Hey, chillax, you get to screw that beauty," Emmett laughed.

I frowned. Did he have to be so vulgar about... Well, everything?

If I was really honest, every minute, every second that I spent with Bella Swan was like heaven on earth. I was having the best hours of my life with that girl but the truth of it was... I didn't want to parade myself naked in front of a camera. I didn't want to caress Bella's beautiful, sacred body in front of everyone.

It's not as if I could show her my appreciation through this movie either. I would be expected to fuck this girl like she was some kind of slut. Bella was a girl who ought to be made love to, sweetly and tenderly.

Dammit I wanted her. Forever.

We'd signed contracts, legally binding contracts. However, it wouldn't stop me from praying that Bella would change her mind. I'd make her mine.

I must have still been frowning because Emmett sat down beside me and nudged my arm.

"See, I know that look. You're into her! Edward loves Bella!" He sang.

"What would it matter anyway, she's practically married to her job. She's strangely dedicated to letting men leer at her and get their kicks over her tits..."

Fuck they looked perky.

I was about to continue my rant when Emmett patted me on the arm.

"She didn't freak out too much over the whole pen pal thing right?"

It was only right that I indulged my brothers regarding Bella's true identity before signing up with Marcus. They had questioned why I appeared to be so keen to work with them. I had no choice.

"No, she was kind of good about it once I explained,"

Jasper smiled.

"That's good then. A few more days and this will all be over, then you two can do what you like. Love conquers all, Edward,"

I smiled.

"Yeah, and we promise, we won't enjoy it," Emmett cackled, thrusting his hips to the air.

Man, I wished I could twist his balls right now.

We sat in silence for some time. Emmett and Jasper made small digs at me regarding Bella and made kissy faces. Emmett even did that 'bit' where you turn around and hug yourself, caressing your hands over your back pretending to make out with someone.

I was about to throw a pink, fluffy cushion at my brother when a youngish woman... maybe around thirty came out with a wide smile.

"Edward Cullen? We're ready for you now,"

Emmett and Jasper both wished me luck and laughed to themselves. At least they were used to this treatment. I stood to my feet and swallowed hard before following the lady to the treatment room.

By the way, I will forever insist that I, Edward Cullen, do not have a hairy bum. I consider myself to be quite lucky that I'm not disgustingly hairy all over like some men can be.

I shut the door to the treatment room behind me and found the beautician laying a sheet upon the long bed type couch.

I suppose she wasn't completely unfortunate looking. She had a European look about her and had long brown hair that reached her butt. I couldn't be bothered to read her name badge. Being on first name basis in this situation would be awkward.

Plus my Bella was better.

"So um... how does this work?" I asked, completely clueless.

"It's up to you," The woman smiled politely, "Some men prefer to have their back done first and leave the uncomfortable part till last, or have that part done first to get it over and done with,"

I pondered my choices then shrugged off my jacket.

"Over and done with," I nodded and unbuckled the belt on my jeans and let the denim trousers fall around my feet.

I told her I didn't need my back waxing so she suggested perhaps I could have my chest done instead. I wasn't exactly a bear in that area but I may as well get the service I was paying for.

I stood in my underwear nervously and watched the beautician stir her pot of hot wax.

"Okay, Mr Cullen. If you'd like to get onto all fours on the bed, we can begin," She chirped as if what she was doing was totally normal.

How did my brothers do this every two months?

I climbed onto the bed and knelt on my hands and knees as instructed. I felt the woman's cold hands touch my skin as she slowly pulled down my boxer shorts. Then everything went quiet for a moment.

"What? What is it?" I worried and tried to glance over my shoulder.

"In all honesty, Mr Cullen, there isn't an awful lot for me to wax... there. It would be causing you much more unnecessary pain if I were to wax you,"

HA! Told you, Emmett.

"Really?" I responded brightly and pulled up my underwear and rolled onto my back, "That suits me just fine," We both laughed and I started to relax.

We agreed that she would still perform the chest wax, at least this I could see. I had to admit I was a little curious. I rested my hands behind my head and looked down.

The woman used a wooden spatula to slather warm wax onto my chest, in a long line. It felt kind of nice. Then she took a piece of white cloth or whatever that shit is called and placed it on top of the wax, massaging it into place so it stuck.

"Ready?" She smiled.

I inhaled a breath and a second later, the bitch pulled back the waxing strip, pulling each chest hair from it's follicle. I bit my tongue and groaned.

"Fuck!"

I widened my eyes in sheer horror, staring at this evil woman's face.

"It's not so bad once you get used to it," She insisted with an innocent grin.

"I don't want to get used to it," I grumbled.

Bella said this wasn't bad. But then she was used to it.

I had to grow some balls...metaphorically I mean.

I composed myself and started to watch again. The woman wiped a little more wax onto the fine hairs of my 'happy trail'. In my mind, I mourned the loss of that little area. Then I cursed again as the hair was ripped from my skin.

"Shit!" I groaned.

"Almost done," The beautician told me and dabbed her evil wand of waxing destruction back into the pot.

She spread the warm wax around my nipples and already I was panting with nervous breaths.

The waxing strip covered my poor, sensitive nipples. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as the material was pulled back...

"Fuck, shit, fucking bugger!"

I took sharp breaths, trying to come to terms with the pain.

"Now, now, it's not that bad," The beautician scolded my language.

"Cover your nipples with that shit and see how it feels," I retorted.

The woman raised an eyebrow at me and threw the waxing strips away. I watched her take a cotton wool ball and squeeze some kind of cream or lotion onto it. It was a relieving feeling when she gently patted my red skin, rubbing the cool cream in.

"All done, Mr Cullen,"

"Thanks," I mumbled as I rolled off the bed and scrambled for my shirt, quickly pulling it on.

Bella better appreciate the pain I went through for her.

Though I still hoped the only time she would have to see, would be in private.

Both of our smooth, warm bodies tangled together, with the pleasure of our own privacy.

Oh Bella.

I hurried out of the room and paid the fee at the front desk, my brother's were no-where to be seen so I assumed they were being de-fluffed now.

I would delightfully await their screams.

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