Chapter 7: Kitt

Friday, June 30, 2023

“What’s the matter with you?” Bethany asked. “You seem bored.”

I was leaning on the counter at the nurse station, thinking about my other job. This was happening more and more, and it was beginning to affect my job performance—a little. ICU work wasn’t as exciting as building a brand and creating amateur adult film content. I paused for a moment to consider how ridiculous it was to think that saving lives wasn’t as exciting as fucking a beautiful woman on camera.

As of that day, Delilah and I had shot seven videos together and released six of them. Five of those six appeared on both of our profiles, while Blowjob on the Road appeared only on hers. Some people believed she’d blown a different person. Other people suspected it was me. The forums were rife with debate.

Delilah’s page was taking off while mine was doing okay. By my last count, she now had over 2,000 subscribers. A big part of that was due to her performance, taking ten inches of cock down her throat. She was becoming known as a girl who could take a lot of meat both in her mouth and in her pussy. Her name was appearing on websites with lists of 2023’s Top New Pornstars. Her beauty, sexuality, and talent were going to take her places.

My subscriber count had also grown a little. I was now at 59 subscribers. It shocked us both to learn half of them were men. Kimmy told me after our last shoot if I wanted to go big, I had to start connecting more with my fans other than shooting faceless porn. “Women aren’t going to give up money for porn the way men do. They want to feel something for you. They want to connect. Once you make that happen, you’ll be overwhelmed with subscribers. You’ll kill it. You’ve got a great body and a handsome face. And you are nice. It shows. Let the camera see that. I think you should do a sit down with Delilah. An unveiling interview where you talk about yourself, your life, and why you’ve decided to do porn. Give that video away for free. I think you’d be amazed.”

I’d thought about it constantly. If I did go public, I’d have to talk to my parents, my friends, and, of course, Bethany. I might even have to speak to the hospital if my profile grew in popularity enough. I told Kimmy I’d decide by the end of the next week, which was only a day away.

“Want to get a bite with me?” Bethany asked.

“Sure,” I said.

We walked to the cafeteria. London was leaving when we entered. She caught my eye as I passed, and I gave her a friendly smile. She returned my smile with an equally cordial nod and continued on her way. Last week, London came by my place to talk about her feelings for me. She confessed what I already guessed and asked if I wanted to try an exclusive relationship with her.

While I liked London on several levels, I explained to her that my life was too complicated to commit to a monogamous relationship. I did not tell her I was shooting amateur porn films in Denver. We agreed to terminate our friends-with-benefits arrangement to remain friends and amicable coworkers.

“But I can change my mind at any time, right?” London had asked with her soft, dark eyes staring sadly into my face. “And you’ll let me know if you want to try a relationship? I’d drop everything for you.”

“Of course.” Then we kissed and made love one last time.

That had been two weeks ago. Since then, we’d been true to our word: friendly, amicable, and professional. We talked and joked, but I could still sense a pang of sadness in her eyes when we looked at each other. I could tell she yearned for me. And I missed her too.

Janiqua and I still hit each other up once a week, but she had warned me several days ago that one of her other guys wanted to take their relationship to the next level of exclusivity. She was strongly considering it. If things between them did move forward, I was going to get cut off, big dick and all.

All that, on top of college being out of session, meant my pool of fuck buddies had dried up like a frying pan left on a hot stove. I hit bars more frequently and looked for diamonds in the rough. I was even considering downloading Tinder.

Bethany got into the cafeteria line first. As was our custom, we ordered lunch for each other, and both got sandwiches from the bagel station.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” she asked as we moved to the checkout line. “Going back up to Denver?”

I shook my head. “Not until next week.”

“And you’re still not—”

I shook my head. “You can ask all you want, but I’m not saying anything.”

Bethany rolled her eyes. “You are so frustrating.”

“Oh well. You’ll survive.” As I said this, someone got in line behind me, and my spider-sense started tingling. I turned to look. It was Dr. Granger. Her head was turned as she picked out a yogurt from the fridge next to the checkout stand. She wasn’t wearing her long-sleeved white coat, and my eyes instinctively went to her arms to check for any signs of bruises. Dr. Granger must have felt my gaze because her head whipped around, and she glared when she saw me looking.

“What were you hoping to see?” she asked me in a voice so low I barely heard her. “More bruises?”

“No,” I lied automatically. “I was just looking at you. Not looking for anything.”

“Keep your eyes to yourself, Kitt.”

Bethany turned around at the mention of my name.

The doctor’s expression morphed from icy anger to a warm greeting. “Bethany, hey.”

“Hi, Doctor! Want to eat with us?” Bethany asked.

“Thank you, but I can’t. I have to get back to my office and catch up on work.” She gave me one last warning glance and then went to a different cashier to pay for her food.

Bethany slowed until I caught up with her and said, “What was that?”

“What was what?”

We slid into our seats. “Is she still angry at you? That was weeks ago!”

I shrugged and tore into my sandwich.

“Let me guess. You still—”

“Can’t talk about it,” I finished for her.

Bethany took a bite of her sandwich and asked, “But it does have something to do with what happened a month or so ago?”

I shrugged and took an even larger bite of my sandwich. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said with my mouth full.

Bethany shot me an exasperated look. “I hate you sometimes. Everything about you is a secret lately. What’s going on with you and London?”

“I’m giving her space, which she asked for.” I took a sip, swallowed, and said, “Can I ask you something?”

“Oh, is it my turn to be vague?”

“If you want to be.”

She rolled her eyes. “What?”

“Have you ever watched porn in your entire life?”

Bethany put down her sandwich, her nose wrinkled. “Ew. No. Why?”

“Never?” I said. “Ever ever ever?”

“No. I’ve seen stuff, but I’ve never gone looking for it.”

“What do you do when you want to ... you know?”

Just before she took another bite of her sandwich, Bethany stopped. Her face turned a brilliant shade of scarlet. “Kitt!” she hissed at me. “Are you really asking me that?”

“You do it, don’t you?”

“I—I ... No. I’ve never ... done that.”

I looked at Bethany with my jaw hanging open.

“Gross, I can see your food!” Bethany said.

I leaned across the table until my face was inches away from hers, palms down, eyes wide. “Are you telling me you’ve never had an O?”

Bethany mocked me by mirroring me. “Yes. I’ve never had an orgasm. Awake. I’ve had a few in my dreams.”

“Like a wet dream?”

Bethany snorted. “Sure. Like a wet dream.”

“Those don’t count. You wake up, and it’s over.”

“They still feel pretty damn good in my sleep. How long’s it been since you had a wet dream?” Bethany said, glancing down at my crotch. “Ten years? With how many women you sleep with, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

An idea struck me. “Hypothetical question. Let’s say someone we work with has been in a porn movie. Or like a few porn movies. Would that change the way you think about them?”

“Why are you asking me this?” Bethany asked. “Has somebody we work with done porn? Who is it? Is it Dr. Granger?”

“What? No. Of course not.”

Did I even need to worry about Bethany finding out about my side gig in porn? She didn’t watch it. She didn’t even masturbate. But if she did discover my secret, it would damage her image of me. I wasn’t ready for that.

“It was just a thought,” I finally said. “I don’t know why I asked.”

“Wait,” Bethany said, peering closely at me. “Are you thinking of doing porn?”

“Are you serious? My parents would kill me.”

Bethany gave me an I’m-not-so-sure look, but I downplayed it.

“I was reading a thread on Reddit. This girl found out her coworker was doing porn. It just popped back into my head.”

“Okay...”

My shift ended at 1 a.m. By the time I got home, I was exhausted and almost didn’t notice a small scroll sitting on the floor just inside my door. It was about the size and shape of a cardboard tube in a roll of paper towels. But it wasn’t made of paper. It was parchment. Old, thick parchment. A wax seal kept it closed. Impressed into the seal was a symbol of a tree.

I picked it up and broke the seal. The parchment unrolled to reveal a letter written in black ink with such perfect penmanship a calligrapher might have drafted it.

I read it three times. Seducing a hotel night manager? Why would Lilly want me to do that? Was this some test? Something simple to see if I would do what she wanted me to do? It didn’t make sense other than being a test. It didn’t matter though. She had warned me of the consequences. I either did it, or I lost my gift. I would no longer be the Demigod of Sex.

Fishing out my laptop, I googled “Carol Donovan Colorado.” Four results turned up. Only two were relatively close to my city. One was nineteen and lived almost an hour away. The other was thirty-two and lived with Dennis Donovan in the next town to the north. I opened another tab for Facebook and looked up both of them. The younger Carol Donovan didn’t have a Facebook page. The other was a pretty lady, not hot or spectacularly striking. She had black hair, green eyes, and shoulder-length curls. A wide mouth and nice teeth. She had two kids and was married.

My next tab was LinkedIn. Carol Donovan. Hotel night manager. I found a match. I opened it. Black hair, green eyes, shoulder-length curls. It was the same photo on Facebook. Her husband was Dennis Donovan, a writer of some kind.

“Fuck,” I said aloud.

A married woman. I closed my tabs. Lilly wanted me to seduce a married woman, and I had a month to do it.

I went to bed a little before 2 a.m., crashing almost instantly. I woke at nearly 10 a.m. It was a bad week to be on 1 p.m. to 1 a.m. shifts, but that was my life. I couldn’t go to the hotel on the weekend because I had to go to Denver for my next series of shoots with Delilah.

Unfortunately, my schedule would be 7 p.m. to 7 a.m. next week, but my shift didn’t start until Tuesday. I made a note in my calendar to go to the hotel on Sunday or Monday night and figure out a way to introduce myself to Carol. Normally, Delilah and I wouldn’t be shooting this week as we’d just shot the week before, but both Delilah and Kimmy were taking vacations, and we needed to shoot two extra videos in advance.

Delilah didn’t want to spend as much on our next two videos. Neither did I. I hadn’t said anything to Delilah yet, but my money situation was becoming a concern. I’d spent thousands of dollars paying for half of the equipment we used to shoot our films, just as I promised. Meanwhile, the Airbnb’s, Kimmy’s fees, the Bugatti, the gas for my drives ... it was all adding up, and my bank account was feeling the squeeze. On top of all that, we’d begun discussing the idea of a threesome with a second woman who would be paid per video.

To cover costs, I had to tap into a chunk of money I’d been saving for a new first-appearance comic book. Now, more than two-thirds of that money was gone. If my earnings didn’t pick up soon, I’d have to put fewer dollars into my retirement or sell some comic books.

The plan was to meet on Saturday around noon at Delilah’s apartment. I arrived at a quarter to twelve. It was my first time at her place. The complex was much nicer than I would have guessed. She had to buzz me into her building. Knowing what kind of money she was making, it surprised me she could afford to live somewhere so expensive.

I took an elevator to the third floor and knocked on room 3F. Delilah answered right away.

“Kimmy’s not here yet, and I’m doing my hair. Make yourself at home. I’ll be right out.”

The interior of Delilah’s apartment was also fancier than I would have guessed. The kitchen was upgraded. The carpet looked new and was a higher quality than mine. I’d been asking my apartment manager since I moved in to replace my carpet, which boasted two large urine stains from the previous owner’s dog ... or maybe just the previous owner. On top of that, Delilah had better taste in decorations than I did. Her place was almost too perfect. Everything was spotless and neatly organized. Not a crumb to be found. Literally.

So Delilah was a neat freak. It made sense to me. She refused to have any cum in her mouth, which was a little strange for a modern pornstar, but she was adamant about it. Over the last several weeks, I’d also picked up on her other odd quirks. For one, she didn’t like to eat or drink in front of people. She did it privately. She said it was a habit she’d had for a long time. Another, she refused to go out unless she looked perfect. Makeup, hair, clothes, everything. She wouldn’t even go pick up a burger without getting done up.

Looking around her apartment, even with how nice it was, I got the sense there was something different about her. Something I wouldn’t have guessed without seeing her residence. Perhaps it was the way the furniture was placed or the style, but it felt like she’d copied everything straight out of a magazine down to the paint colors. Delilah had a heavy streak of perfectionism. Maybe even borderline OCD or some other neurodivergence? I wasn’t sure.

Kimmy arrived and let herself inside before Delilah had finished getting ready. Today’s scenes would be simple—an amateur-looking shoot on the couch and a shower scene. Kimmy gave me a friendly wave as she started getting ready. I waved back and returned to perusing Delilah’s apartment.

“Have you decided if you’re going to include your face?” Kimmy asked me.

I hadn’t. I was leaning toward no. Kimmy saw this on my face. She set down her camera. “Why are you doing this, Kitt? What’s your endgame? Is it just for the thrill?”

“There’s definitely a thrill, but I’ve always liked porn. And sex. I want to be a big deal. Like some of my favorite pornstars. Someone women crave.”

Kimmy’s eyes locked on mine. “That’s never going to happen unless people can see your face. Name one porn star you know whose face you’ve never seen? You can’t. You’re not getting enough subscribers to make this sustainable for you. Unless you have a deep pocket filled with money in your pants.”

Kimmy was right about everything. If I wanted to pursue this dream, I had to go all in—all the way. Otherwise, I would burn out with nothing to show for it except a failed FFE page.

My heart pumped like a drum. In for a penny, in for a pound. I was going to show my face. Holy shit. “I’m doing it.”

Kimmy seemed genuinely pleased. “I promise to make you look perfect, but you have to start making more content. You can shoot stuff around your apartment. Make selfies about your upcoming videos or your workouts. Find something you love and talk about it. Do you have any hobbies?”

“I collect comic books. But only first appearances.”

Kimmy stared at me. “Um ... yeah. Maybe? That might work. Whatever you do, be real. People connect with genuine more than a glossy finish. I’m still willing to interview you. Free of charge. Just give me a heads up when you want to do it.”

“Let’s wait until I start getting a following. Seems a little silly to do something like that for a few dozen fans.”

Kimmy shrugged. “Whatever you think is best. I can make all the suggestions in the world, but it’s your page—your celebrity—that you have to cultivate.”

“Cultivate my celebrity?”

“Yes! You need to build a brand. Super Schlong. Super Schlong needs an Instagram. A TikTok. More interactive content on FFE. You need to drive people to you. Expand your base. Everything with the same handle: Super Schlong. You actually have to work at this. Think of it as a second job. Treat it that way.”

“Do I have to dance?”

Kimmy smiled. “No. But it wouldn’t hurt.”

“It’s a little overwhelming.”

“There are books out there. Helpful websites.” Kimmy patted my arm. “You’re plenty gorgeous, Kitt. You have to start putting all that beauty out there in a way people like.”

I clapped my hands together and rubbed them together nervously. “Okay! We’re doing this! I’m going to put my face in a porn video.”

“If you’re ready.”

“I am. It’s time. You’re right.”

Delilah wasn’t surprised when we told her of the decision to start including my face. Our first shoot went well. Delilah and I started by making out on the couch, and it turned into full-on sex. She rode me on the sofa, first cowgirl, then reverse cowgirl. Kimmy kept the camera stationary, which made her job easier. The camera stayed perched on a chair about six feet away, angled to a good view of our faces and Delilah’s breasts.