Chapter 9

Sahara and Michelle had collected Ashley's clothing and the three of them hustled into the bathroom again.

"You need a nap, Dude," Steve, the still camera operator said. "Hell, I need a cold shower and a nap."

Derrick chuckled. He felt like he could sleep for about a week but he knew he had class in a few hours. Ben had given him a thumbs up and stepped away to talk on his cell phone. Derrick finally got his feet under him and wandered into the men's side of the bathroom to take a shower. He heard water running on the women's side and he could hear Ashley's voice through the vent above their heads.

"Oh. My. God." she said. "Michelle, you are such a filthy cunt. Stay away from my clit, Angel. That's it. Just get the cum out with your tongue and then give us both a kiss."

He heard Michelle's voice, softer and muffled.

"Sahara has her tongue in my asshole," Michelle said. "She has her fucking tongue in my fucking asshole."

Against all odds, Derrick was hard again. The voices got quieter when he turned on the cold water but he could still hear when first Michelle and then Sahara came.

"You have got to convince him to fuck me," Michelle said so softly that Derrick could barely hear it.

"Do you want Derrick to fuck you or Adam to make love to you?" Sahara asked. "Both are nice. The first time, Derrick fucked Ashley. Sure, it was sensual. But it was fucking. The second time, Adam and Allie made love for the first time. Until the end, at least. Then Allie convinced Adam to give her a good fucking. But which do you want?"

"Both, either," Michelle said. "I sleep in his room. I don't know how I'm going to stay out of his bed. And if I get in his bed, I'm not sure how I'm going to keep everyone in three states from knowing what he is doing to me."

"You need to remember something, Angel," Ashley said. "Adam cares a great deal about Shelly. The girl he has come to know and appreciate. I know you are enjoying this new sexuality. But don't lose the dear girl he likes. There are places and times where Michelle can come to the front – such as here and in the bedroom during certain things. But mostly, he likes you. Just like he likes the me he had lunch with yesterday and the girl he spent time with after shooting 'Interludes.' Derrick and Adam might not be that far apart. If I had to guess, he probably treated his girlfriends like he treats us – on screen or off screen. Now, we need to towel off and get out there before people think there is a daisy chain in here."

Derrick heard the water shut off and the girls giggling.

"No, I want that one," Michelle said with a laugh. "You can keep your bandana. I thought my nipples would get so hard it would cause the back to come untied."

"Derrick probably would have cum where he stood if he got a glimpse at those," Sahara said. "You have some seriously sexy breasts."

"I like yours, too," Michelle said honestly. "Both of yours. Ashley, for some reason, you are just so fucking sexy. I just love the way your breasts jut out."

"They're too small," Ashley said.

"They're perfect," Sahara replied. "You would look silly with something bigger. I agree, you're sexy as hell, Sister."

"Well, you're no slouch yourself, Sister," Ashley laughed. "I cannot believe how nice your ass is. And those tits, well, I'll just tell you. You might have the best tits in the business. When we move in together, I plan to hide all your tops."

"Then I'll hide all your pants," Sahara said. "So, Michelle, you should think about moving in with us. I mean, I know you want to share a room there with him. But its only across the street."

"I was thinking we should all just move in together," Ashley said. "Let the normal folks have one apartment and the abnormal folks the other. No offense, Michelle."

The girls left before Derrick could hear the remainder of their conversation. He turned the water to cold and felt his cock start to wilt. He shook his head dismissively. He came twice in an hour and still needed a cold shower. Maybe having two to keep him up and one to keep him drained wasn't a bad plan after all.

Derrick walked out of the bathroom to see Ashley, Sahara and Michelle chatting with a girl and passing drinks out to the crew.

"We ran across to the Quik Mart," Ashley said. "Do you want a soda? You look like you could use a jolt of caffeine. I know I sure did."

Derrick nodded slightly and picked up a drink. He turned to find Ben and an older man, most likely his father, coming up to them.

"Tate Benedict," the older man said while extending his hand. "I just wanted to come down and meet the people who have my son so excited. Derrick, it seems your reputation is well earned. I saw a handful of stills and I must say, they look great. Ashley, fantastic, from what I hear. I'll be blunt. I was leery of hiring you after what some of the folks at 'Hose Beast' posted about you and from what one of my directors told me. My son tells me that my fears were unwarranted."

The words rankled Ashley. She had heard them before but she had never said anything. Now she would.

"It's easy to cast blame on other people when you produce or direct," she said. "Your director didn't like me because I refused his overture for an 'after-hours performance.' I walked out of the 'Hose Beast' shoot because of their lack of professionalism, not mine. If you take a few minutes to peruse their comments – and the actors' comments about them – you'll see I'm not the only one who feels that way. It's why they have to pay $1,500 instead of $900 and it's why no one – absolutely no one – works with them twice."

Ben's eyes narrowed.

"An 'after-hours performance?'" he asked. "Is that what I think it is?"

"If you think he thought I would fuck him for a hundred dollars, then yes it is," Ashley replied. Derrick put a calming hand on her shoulder but she didn't appear to calm any.

"Fire him," Ben said when he turned to his dad. "You obviously know who it is, so get rid of him. If you don't, I'll make sure he gets flamed on PornLife."

Tate appeared uncomfortable.

"He does good work, Ben," the man said. "And a lot of the girls don't mind."

"A lot of the girls don't say anything," Derrick said. "But I'll guarantee you they mind. If he wants a hooker, he should hire one. If he wants to star in movies, he should try it. But offering a girl money for sex is illegal, regardless of whether she just participated in a video. It's also sexual harassment if he threatened to blackball them. Of if you threaten to blackball them. And if I find out who he is, you won't have to fire him because I'll break his fucking arms. That's bullshit and it's bullshit that you turn a blind eye to it."

"Derrick," Ashley said warningly. Tate Benedict controlled a lot of the one-off web sites. He could create problems for them if he chose to.

The man looked at Derrick but Derrick's eyes didn't waver for a moment.

"Fuck it," Ben said. "If he stays, I'll go. Rumor is I'm the best web director in the business. If I go, you better hope he's good. Because a lot of good people will go with me."

Tate Benedict glanced at his son and blinked.

"Fine, he goes," he said. "You're right. I should have fired him before. It was just easier not to. Ms. Malibu, do you plan to sue us?"

"Of course not," Ashley said. "If I planned to sue you, I would have already done it. Plus you would have had about 30 other girls that I know of lining up to sue you, too. I was content just to never be alone with him again. But today was fantastic. Your son is right. I would have to say he is the best director on this portion of the business. You should think of branching out to features."

Ben smiled ruefully.

"Sadly, that requires a script and we've not found anything we would remotely consider using," he said. "At least not something that we can afford. It would be nice to make a decent feature – and I'm not talking a spoof of some TV show that's all the rage now – but it has to make money, too."

"CGI," Michelle said. She pointed to the set that was being set up. It was a bar scene. "Let me ask you a question. This scene, would it be better with extras in it? I mean, people milling around?"

"Of course," Ben said. "But those people don't work for free. Why? Are you interested in being an extra?"

Michelle laughed.

"Not quite yet," she said. "But I think I know someone who can craft a crowd for you for almost nothing. The thing I've noticed about bar scenes – and there are ton of bar scenes in this business – is that they all look fake because there are only two people in it. But I know someone who can create your extras and have them move through the scene so long as you don't want them to interact with your main characters."