“Not so much at the end though.”

"Please, you put a pup in his place." He smiled down at me and I couldn't help notice he was pretty damn attractive, with a neatly trimmed beard and gorgeous ocean blue eyes. His age was hard to guess, he had the confident bearing of an older man, but his smooth features made it tough to guess.

“But the scene is what I cared about." He went on “And it was hot, not many women climax for real in these things

“Guess I'm a natural." I told him, “Look, I appreciate the flattery, but that scene left a bad taste in my mouth."

"Nice!" He burst out laughing and like his smile it seemed sincere and not phony like a lot of the people in the industry were.

"Great joke, a true veteran line if I ever heard one."

I wondered who he was. Many times producers would let high roller investors or local wealthy players on the set to watch and many times it would lead to offers of paying to sleep with one of the starlets.

“I'm glad you enjoy my work, I'll make sure you get an autographed picture of me before you leave." I hated doing that, but it was required we do it when guests were on set.

"Have a nice day, mister..."

“A picture?" He laughed again as if I'd said something hilarious.

“I'm looking for a lot more than that, Miss Minx."

“okay, I don't know who you are, but that scene at the end of the scene is going to get me reamed by my director and I would like to at least shower and brush my damn teeth before that happens."

“Oh, understandable! I'll certainly wait until later to speak with you." “Look, I love that I have fans," Not really, but it sounded good, “But I really don't feel like being bothered. Especially seeing you won't tell me who the hell you are."

“Love that fire, Molly." He seemed to be enjoying himself, “That's passion and you have it on and off set. We're going to get along just fine.” “The only place you'll be getting along to is the parking lot when I call security, now move." I reached for the doorknob and froze when I heard Dan call out behind me.

“Malcolm!" Malcolm...

Dan made his way over, “Well I see you've met Molly. Don't worry about what happened that was..."

“The fault of the rude male talent." He cut Dan off, “And I was just getting to introducing myself to your favorite client."

He gave me a slight bow, myself, “I'm Malcolm Ston “Molly Minx, allow me to officially introduce

“Of course you are." I sighed. Speer

I exited the dressing room now wearing a comfortable pair of jeans, sneakers and another shapeless t-shirt, this one from the Hard Rock Café. Not exactly what one wore to a meeting with a porn producer who your agent was claiming paid higher than anyone else.

I made my way across the large open backstage area to Dan's office and after a brief knock entered to see Dan sitting on the large leather couch and Malcolm across from him in a recliner, both with a wine glass in their hand.

“There's the woman of the hour." Malcolm stood up and waved at the bar against the wall, “May I pour you a glass of wine?"

“Just water thanks."

Dan waved for Malcolm to sit and grabbing me a bottle of water from the small fridge beneath the bar waved me over to sit next to him on the couch. I noticed Malcolm didn't sit down until I did and as I opened the water bottle, said, "You're quite the gentlemen Mr. Stone."

“Malcolm, please and yes, my mother raised me to be respectful of women." He laughed, “I know, pretty odd for my choice of work, but I pride myself on being a male director and producer who takes care of the ladies, Like Dan over here."