“Who would treat their mother Like this?" I asked, “The other videos have some eroticism, some emotion."

"This is for Nasty Mom." Brad spoke up, "The site wants slut mothers, Molly. You want ‘I love you', stick with the Loving Mothers brand, but you're getting paid extra for this, so just do what you do best, fuck."

“Well, hey, if she doesn't want to," Derek said,"I'll step off and it can just be her with Rick."

“No, you'll play your part; she knew the script coming in." Brad countered, "Or do you want to not get paid?"

“Just don't want to make her do anything, she's not cool with." Derek shrugged.

“God almighty." Brad threw his hands in the air, "I hate this milf shit because we have to get all you young guys to play their kids and you're all sensitive little pricks." He was getting red faced and waving his arms.

“If all the girls and guys did only what they like, we'd only have half the movies out there. It doesn't have to make sense and she doesn't have to love it. The two of you are going to fuck her like a pig on a spit and she gets paid five times what you do to pretend to like it.”

“Sorry, Brad." Derek mumbled, running his fingers nervously through his sandy brown hair.

“I'm ready when she is."

“One minute." Dan hopped out of his chair and coming over to me, knelt down to talk quietly in my ear.

Before he spoke it struck me how stunted to nudity everyone was. Dan was kneeling not two feet from Rick's dripping cock which was still fairly hard and not only were my tits out, but there was pre cum all over my face.

On the other side of me, Derek, in preparation for coming up behind me and fucking me, had his cock hanging out of his shorts and was just standing there, now making small talk with Rick.

“Molly, you signed on for this."

“I know." I nodded.

“And I know you're struggling and you hate this, but." He paused, "I know you like it in a way too. I did when I was an actor, you know that, we did scenes together. I think it bothers you that you can do it."

“Maybe. Sorry, Dan, I'm being a diva."

“Its okay, if you want this to stop we stop, but you won't get a dime and neither will the guys and Brad will start telling people you're a big time pain in the ass, From now on stick to the ones you like, you can write your own ticket now, but once you agree, you're locked in*.” ight." I nodded.

“Tell you what, get through this and afterwards, we'll go for a drink, you seem like you need to talk."

I took a deep breath, that wasn't a bad idea, Between keeping my waitress job and my ‘modeling gig' and the guilt of it, I was exhausted and stressed.

“Okay, I'd Like that and I'll finish the shoot."

“Good, now relax, use whatever it is you use to get yourself through and let's see some hot Molly Minx action."

"We done coddling?" Brad called out.

“And this is the last time I let this prick on one of my sets." Dan scowled, “Stuck in the porn industry of twenty years ago."

He stood and walked back to his chair, “Okay, ladies and jerks, let's nail this."

“You okay?" Rick asked, "I...oh."