“He could have showed me a damn Chinese food menu, the camera doesn't have to see them."

"Molly," Dan came over to me, “It's standard to have a few stills for the website galleries."

“These are on a website?" My eyes widened, but this time the surprise-and dismay-was real.

“Yes. He sighed, “They're on Nasty Moms, the site we filmed the videos for. Don't worry; they don't have permission to put them anywhere else."

“But... I stopped when he held up his hand.

“And the videos are there already so if someone's on that site they've seen the movie, so why do a couple of pics matter?"

“It's just." I frowned and looked down at my red painted toes peeking out from the fuck me shoes, “I worry."

Dan stepped onto the set and leaning closer spoke so only I could hear him, “Mary, I know what you're worried about and I've done the best I can to control the material you film, but things like this are standard and I can't tell the site who bought your video they can't post pics."

"I know, Dan, I appreciate it." I said softly, "You're taking care of me as much as you can

“and I'll keep doing it, but Brad's here today and you know he's a prick, so I need you to just get through this shoot without getting upset and questioning everything. He's the money man and you've been making a lot of it and he wants to check you out."

"I know Brad." I rolled my eyes, "God, he was the biggest D-bag director when I did this the first time, girls hated working for him. At least now we have choices."

“Right and you chose a hell of a guy." He winked, “But I have a job, so get your ass back over there and let your son blackmail you."

“I hate this mother son shit." I sighed, “I think Rick's Paul's age." “But Rick isn't your son and this is what sells and you seem to be a damn natural playing sexy mommy parts, its why we're killing it and I'm getting you paid more, so tell yourself it's not real, cause it's not." “Oh!" A loud voice cried from the back of the set, "Ten minutes into a fucking shoot and we need a break?"

“Just a question about the script, Brad!" Dan called as he turned away from me.

“We need a script for this shit?" Brad made his way over to an empty chair next to Dan's seat, “Just do what you do best Molly, fuck that kid silly."

“He's already silly." I replied with a forced smile.

The comment drew a few laughs and a tight grin from Brad, “Anyone in this biz is, but get back up there before he needs a fluffer."

“I don't mind!" Sally, the young red head who had the fluffing duties for the day, laughed.

“I like my job."

"Newbies." Brad waved his hand at her.

“She's submissive," I heard Dan say to him as he sat back down, “Girls like her get off on demeaning things, being a fluffer is a damn turn on for them."

“Then why do we pay her?"

“Union.” Dan laughed.

I walked back over to Rick and forced myself to relax and just go with it. Every shoot I'd done since I'd returned to the industry six months ago had been like this. I got upset, found something to pick at, then resigned myself to what I needed to do.

What I needed to do was suck and fuck Rick, for starters anyway, and few were the women my age, or any age, who would think that was a bad thing. At twenty one Rick had already been involved in porn for three years, starting a few months after he turned eighteen.