"I got him relaxed is all."

“Bullshit, if it stayed raunchy sex, I'd buy that, but he believed in this scene, he believed in you. He trusted you like he'd trust his mother." He clapped his hands together, “And at the end when he made love to you? God almighty, I thought I was going to cry."

“Then I guess my convincing performance should make you feel good about what you paid me."

“Performance?” he scoffed, "Please don't bull shit a bull shitter. That wasn't acting. You felt for that kid. He was so scared and lost and here comes mommy Molly to take him into her arms and make it all better. Perfection!"

“Think what you want, but that's why I'm popular. I get into the roles, that's not the first time I've cum on set."

“But through slow and sweet? I've seen other women get off on the sex itself, but that was emotion too, Molly. You loved it."

"It was like you said." I conceded, "As in he wasn't a pro and I didn't have to deal with crap, so yeah it was fun, but only fun."

“No, it was..." “Malcolm would you like me to do another of these?" I cut him off.

“Hell yeah! As many as you're willing to. This idea is gold, all these boys looking for their mommy fantasy."

“Then stop talking about what you think you see or I'm done." I said matter of factly.

“I see." The smile left his face.

“Do you bother Nikki Nice or the other women like this? Go on and on about their maternal instincts and how much they love playing mom?"

“No, because none of then have that knack for it like you do. They go through the motions, give or take some act better than others, they're fairly transparent like all porn stars. But not you, you..."

“Do not want to talk about this. Are you happy? You seem to be and that's good because I'll be fine with getting paid that rate for more of these, but only if you keep your personal fantasies and beliefs to yourself."

“Fair enough." He looked put off, but shifted easily into business mode.

“I have another kid who I think will be great and he asked for you specifically, said you'd be his ideal. Called out some of what you don't want me to talk about, kid's e-mail said he could tell you're a real mom."

He put his hands up defensively, “His words, not mine." “Fine. I nodded.

“He's local too."

“Hmm, not sure I like that as far as anonymity goes."

“No more or less chance you know him than any other local model you've worked with.”

“True.” I said, although I couldn't shake off the disturbing image of having one of Paul's friends show up.

“How about next Thursday?"

"I can do that." I had Thursdays off from Vincent's so at least I wouldn't have to do anything except head home and deal with my usual self loathing after I was done filming.

"Good."

“I'd like to meet this kid before the shoot.“ I told him.