Chapter 11

I woke up the following morning with a thick head; I used the toilet, then drank a pint of water and got into my running gear. I headed out and did some warmups. The milkman was delivering to the next-door neighbour.

“Nice morning for it, pal!” he said with a cheery grin. The sun was out, and there was a gentle breeze.

“It is, mate. Can you leave me two pints, please?” I asked as I checked my laces.

“No bother, mate!” he said as he walked back to his little electric milk float.

I ran down the road and into the park. I normally did two laps of the park in the morning, but today I did three. In one corner of the park was something they called the trim track it was sort of an outdoor gym. There were eight different exercises, step ups, pull ups, etc.

I did all eight on each of my laps. I was sweating like a pig when I ran out of the gates and headed home. By the time I got to the gate of my front garden, I was feeling one hundred per cent better.

I did my warm-downs outside the front door before grabbing the milk and heading in. I had a shave and shower before heading into the kitchen and making breakfast; I had tea, toast, and some cornflakes with cold, fresh milk.

I had the day off, so I pulled out a notepad from the kitchen drawer and made a list of jobs I had to do.

I was not filming at all that week, a rare week with no shagging. Sally had said she had some jobs for me, so at least I would be earning.

I was just about to leave for a trip to the shops when the postman came and dropped off some post, three letters. A cheque from Sally, my phone bill, and a bank statement.

The cheque was welcome, the phone bill was small, and the bank statement made me happy. It was nice to see a few quid in the bank.

I walked into town. The bank did not open until nine-thirty, so I had ten minutes to spare. I popped into a coffee bar I had never been to before. I walked up to the counter and guess who was behind it.

None other than Bhavna. She smiled and looked around to make sure she was alone.

“Hello, love, how are you,” she asked.

“I am good, thanks, and you?” I replied, not using her name as I was not sure she had used her real name for the films. Mandy had told me some of the ladies used false names.

“Yes, all good,” she smiled.

She took my order and told me to take a seat.

She came over with my pot of tea and a mug of coffee for herself. She sat down.

“Mind if I join you?” she said with a beaming smile. There was no way I would have refused her.

“So, do I call you Zak?” she asked as she stirred her coffee.

“Yes, and do I call you Bhavna?” I smiled.

“Yes. “She giggled,” I was talking to Vicks last night, and we both said we would like to make more movies. Do we need to call Sally or Mandy?”

“Either would do, but I can pass on the message,” I said as I poured tea from the pot into my cup,” So you enjoyed it then?”

She looked around again to make sure we could not be overheard.

“Oh yes, it’s been a while since a lad has made me cum so much,” she said, and I noticed her biting her bottom lip.

“Well, if you come back to the studio, I promise to make sure you have a better time than last time,” I said as I sipped my tea.

“Now that’s an offer I can’t refuse!” she said with a smile.

I was just about to make her another offer when the lady behind the counter called for Bhavna to return to work.

“I will tell Sally you want to do more movies!” I smiled. I watched her arse as she walked back to the counter.

I finished my tea and left the café, giving Bhavna a cheeky wink as I walked past the counter.

The bank was open, so I paid my cheque in and took two hundred pounds out.

Then I went and visited a few shops. I bought some new trainers and shorts, a few short-sleeve T-shirts, and a new pair of swimming trunks. Then I went to HMV and bought some new albums: Big Country, Deacon Blue, The Jam, and Orange Juice.

Then I went to the Tandy shop and bought a six-pack of C60 cassette tapes. I could copy the albums onto the tapes and play them in Sally’s car on the way to Cornwall. Then I went into WH Smiths and bought a UK map book, a visitor’s guide to Cornwall, and a couple of novels.

I walked home and dropped the clothes and stuff off before getting the bus out to the big supermarket on the outskirts of town. I would not be eating in the caravan much, but I still needed food for the week and some bits and pieces.

I got a taxi home; I had three big bags, and it would have been a pain in the arse on the bus. I packed the food away before making a coffee and some cheese on toast.

I spent the rest of the afternoon copying my new albums to cassette tapes and planning my route to the holiday park. I ate a nice meal of fish fingers, chips, and beans before settling down to watch some television.

The following morning, I went for a run before showering and drinking two cups of coffee. I then walked into town and took the bus to the studio. I was the first one there; I did not have a set of keys, so I waited outside and pondered my upcoming holiday.

I had been there ten minutes when Sally pulled up. We exchanged hellos as she unlocked the studio and turned off the alarms. I told her about meeting Bhavna and how she had told me she and Vicky would like to do more movies, and that made her happy.

I made coffee as Sally checked the post. When I walked into the office, she was smiling like a Cheshire cat.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Yes, one of the big porn distributors in the USA has put in an order,” the smile told me that was great news, “it’s only ten films, and they have only placed an order for one hundred of each, but it’s nice to get our foot in the door, and I am sure once they see the quality they will buy a lot more,”

“Wow, that’s good news, “I said. She motioned for me to take a seat.

“Yes ... Yes, it is, and good news for you as four of your films are in the order,” she said.

“Okay, sorry Sally, I am still finding my feet; what does it mean for me?” I said, more than a little bit confused.

“You get another two hundred and fifty pounds for each film, plus each unit sold adds to your royalty’s cheque.” She said, and we chinked coffee cups.

I had not been in the trade long enough to get a royalty’s cheque, but Mandy said it was a nice Christmas bonus.

We heard the rest of the team turning up. Sally gave them the good news, and then Toni and I took the breakfast order and went to the café. She told me about her day off, and I told her about mine.

By the time we got back to the studio, the actresses had turned up. I offered to get them some food, but they were happy with the studio’s biscuits. The girls seemed nice enough, but Toni told me they only did solos and girl-on-girl.

Mandy seemed in good form; she told me she had had a great time with her niece and nephew. Toni went into the office to meet with Sally and the girls for the pre-filming.

I helped Andy and Carl move some of their equipment, and then I helped Mandy set up two of the sets.

She was getting excited about her holiday. When I told her about my trip to Cornwall, she was happy for me.

While Toni was doing the girls’ makeup, Sally called me into the office.

She had two jobs for me to do over the next two days. One was to take a pile of master tapes to the distributors in London. She said she would normally take them, but they needed them urgently. She said their offices were a short walk from Marylebone Station.

She said the best way was by train. She gave me a sports bag with the master tapes, the address of the offices and some cash for expenses. So that was my day sorted. I got the bus to the train station and got a ticket to London.

I went into the little station shop and bought a coffee, a sandwich, a can of Coke, and a book to read on my way.

The trip only took three hours. Once at the station, I bought a London A-Z and found the distributor’s office. It took fifteen minutes to walk there. I handed over the films and got a receipt to take back. I got back to the station just in time to jump on a train and leave for my hometown.

I got a coffee and chocolate bar from the buffet car, sat down, and read all the way home. It was an easy way to earn fifty quid, I thought to myself.

By the time the train pulled into the station, it was too late to go back to work. I went home. I had a shower, cooked some dinner, and watched some crap quiz shows on the TV.

Around eight-ish, Sally rang. She was just checking to make sure everything had gone well and asked me to go into the studio a little bit earlier the following day.

I went to bed early and finished the novel I had bought. The next morning, I did not do my run; I woke early and had a coffee before heading into town to catch the bus.

Mandy was at the stop, and we chatted as we waited for the bus. She asked how the drop-off went, and I asked her about the filming. Both movies had gone well.

The bus arrived, and we hopped on and chatted about holidays as we headed to the studio. The rest of the team turned up at the same time as we did.

Toni took the breakfast order as Mandy made the first brew of the day. Sally called me into the office. She wanted me to take the van to a costume company in Wales that was selling off a load of props and stuff. She told me she had got them for a pretty price but that we had to pick them up. She gave me the address and told me to have a nice day.

So, I had breakfast and coffee, then I got the van keys and headed off. First, I went home to get my UK map book and a cassette to listen to on the way. Then I went to a petrol station, filled the tank, and got some supplies for the trip.

The first hour of the trip was boring as it was all motorway, but then I was in the country.

It was nice just to drive along, sing along to the jam’s latest album, and just chill. I got to the costume company just after noon. The receptionist told me to go around to the back. She met me at the back doors.

“The lads will load you up. Did you fancy a cup of tea?” she asked.

“Tea would be lovely, please!” I replied.

Ten minutes later, she came out with a mug of tea, and two young lads followed her. They began loading boxes onto the van as I drank the tea and flirted with the receptionist.

“So, you work for a movie studio?” she asked.

“Yes. I do!” I said it sounded strange to say I worked in movies, but I did.

“What sort of films do you make?” she asked.

“What would you say if I told you it was porn?” I asked.

She laughed and looked me up and down.

“And next you will tell me your the star in them!” she laughed, took my mug off me, and headed back into the factory unit.