Chapter 28

The next morning, the sun woke me before my alarm, and I was up and out of bed. We had sunk a fair few beers last night, and my mouth was as dry as a nun’s nasty, so I drank a bottle of water before heading out onto the patio to do my warmups.

Sally was sitting at one of the tables doing paperwork. There always seemed to be a lot of paperwork to do, considering the job we did. She had a coffee on the go and her head down, but she looked up at me when I walked onto the patio.

“Good morning, love, how’s the head?” she asked with a smile.

“It’s fine, Sal,” I said with a smile, but it was a little fuzzy, to be honest.

“Zak, can I ask you a question, please?” she said, “and please be honest with me!”

“Sure thing, what’s up, Sal?” I replied as I began doing my reps of crunches and sit-ups.

“Are you sure you are okay working with me?” she asked. I could hear the concern in her voice, “You know, not like this, but in front of the camera?”

“Yes, of course, I am looking forward to it, to be honest,” I said with a cheeky wink.

“Really?” she blurted out. There was a strange look on her face.

“Yes, to be fair, I was disappointed when you walked over to me in that pub that you didn’t want to bed me, but...” I stopped before saying anything else.

“But?” she asked.

“To be honest, I was worried at the time that you were going to ask me for a threesome with Colin,” I said and smiled at her.

It reminded me of an old story that had been running around my old regiment, that one of the younger and better-looking guys had once been asked to visit the house of one of the corporals. When he arrived, the corporal and his wife made it evident that they wanted to share him.

It may have been an urban myth, but I knew the corporal, and he was always one who seemed to like holding conversations with the younger recruits while they were showering. I always had a bad feeling about the bloke. I had no doubt he might have used his power as an NCO to get some of the younger lads into his bed.

It was not my idea of a good time, to be honest, I was worried that at some point Sally might ask me to star in a film with another guy and a bird, but I would cross that bridge when I got to it. Two birds I would not have an issue with though...

“Trust me, Colin and I have never slept with each other. Carl is more his type!” she grinned. “To be honest, we will not even be working with each other soon!”

“Really, how come?” I asked as I began doing some more push-ups.

“Oh, we had a long chat on the phone last night, and he is not happy that I haven’t called a halt to this trip; he wants to get out of the business,” she said.

I stopped my push-ups and got up. This was serious...

The look of frustration on her face told me exactly how she felt about the matter.

“Oh, shit what does that mean for you and sorry to sound like a wanker but what does it mean for us?” I blurted out. I knew I was lucky to have this job; it was easy money and enjoyable for obvious reasons.

“He wants me to buy him out of the business, but I will have to find other investors,” she told me, “But please keep that to yourself, I don’t want to worry the rest of the team.”

“No worries, I won’t tell a soul!” I said, “So how much of the company does he own?”

“We own the company fifty-fifty, so I need to find someone to buy his half!” Sally said, her tone told me she felt it was a tall order.

“Fuck and do you think you can find them?” I asked and wondered what half of a porn film company would cost.

“I will start to ask around. I know I can’t afford to buy him out of the business on my own, but that’s for sure,” she said, then she stood up. She had a sundress on, and it gave me a pleasant view of her body and the more I saw the more I fancied shagging her.

I gave her a consoling hug, which lasted a few seconds more than it should have.

I had finished my exercises, so I bid her farewell and went for my run. As I ran, my head full of thoughts about the future of the studio and the guys, I now called friends.

I ran down to the main road and did some reps of squats and press-ups before heading back toward the villa.

I got back to the villa bathed in sweat. I kicked off my running vest and trainers before diving into the pool. I did twenty lengths when I got out, I was knackered but in a good way. I had always enjoyed the PT in the army, and now that I was in good shape, I was determined to stay that way.

As I walked through the kitchen to my room, the girls were making breakfast, and the smell of toast and bacon soon had my stomach rumbling.

“Good morning, Girls!” I shouted out and was greeted with hellos and wolf whistles.

I went into my room and had a shave and shower, then headed back into the kitchen. I was amazed by the breakfast that the girls had laid out for us. I decided to make breakfast for the team the following day. It was only fair that the lads did some of the work.

The kitchen was soon full of the guys, and there was lots of banter and chit-chat. There was a buzz of excitement around the place.

After we had eaten, the lads and I piled into the minibus and headed over to the studio. We loaded up the portable cameras and their accessories. Luckily for us, there was a four-wheeled trolley so we could load the chargers and spare batteries onto that and wheel them out to the truck.

It took a good half an hour to get all the gear into the back of the minibus, and then we locked up the studio and drove back to the villa. When we got back, the place was bustling.

Sally and Mandy were on the patio discussing God knows what...

Camila and Gabriela were in the kitchen, dressed in bikinis that left nothing to the imagination. Toni was doing their makeup.

Andy and I both took a few seconds to admire their bodies.

“Good morning, ladies,” I said as I went to the fridge and got a bottle of water.

“Good morning, Zak,” they chimed in their sexy Spanish accents.

They were both beauties, and again, the thought that they were wasted as lesbians ran through my head. I would have loved to bed either or both.

I downed the water and then went out to start unloading the kit. Soon, a quarter of the patio was covered with the portable cameras and the necessary equipment to keep them operational, including spare batteries and chargers. At least we didn’t need to bring any of the lighting kit with us.

The gear looked space age, and when I look at the gear you can buy now, it amazes me how much we have improved our technology. You can now get much better cameras that fit in the palm of your hand; they don’t use huge cans of old-school film. Even mobile phones have top-quality cameras.

Andy came around the corner with some of the sound equipment we needed, and Carl walked onto the patio with two large bags of miscellaneous items that we also needed.

They got busy with the camera kit, so I helped Mandy and Toni move some of the patio furniture and plant pots to give the camera crew more working space.

Then I headed into the villa, Sally was there with a young lady, she was obviously Spanish and had a great figure and a nice pair of tits. She had those dark, smouldering Spanish looks that every waitress we had met also seemed to have.

“Ah, just the man,” Sally said, “Zak, this is Isabella.”

Isabella held out her hand, which was unusual as most of the people in the industry just kissed cheeks and hugged. I shook her hand.

“Hello Isabella, I am looking forward to working with you,” I said politely.

“Really? Why?” She asked, and to be fair, that put me on the back foot, and I was unsure what to say. I paused for a few seconds. I knew that we needed her for the local films we needed with locals in them. Lorenzo has been adamant that films with local ladies would sell better.

Sally must have sensed my discomfort, and she jumped in.

“So, guys, shall we grab a coffee and talk about the two films we want to make tomorrow?” she said.

“That sounds good to me,” I said, relieved that my conversation with Isabella had been cut short. She looked like she was going to be a bloody challenging person to work with.

Sally led us into the kitchen and made us all cups of coffee. Then we sat down, and she opened up her notebook. She loved taking notes, did Sally.

“So, Isabella, please let us know your dos and don’ts,” Sally said as she sat down.

“Okay my list is simple, no anal sex, all sex is with a condom, and I don’t take cum in my mouth,” she said and smiled at us both, the way she said it was as if she had been practising it, it was scripted that was for sure. It was something she had practised a few times in front of the mirror. It was too mechanical, too false.

“That’s fine. We are good with that,” Sally said, giving me a glance that I could not read. “And you are happy to work with Zak?”

“Yes, I guess so he seems a nice guy, good-looking and friendly,” she said and looked at me before asking, “Do you have a huge cock?”

Again, the way she said it was mechanical and sounded practised.

I did not have a clue what to say. I looked at Sally, and she looked at me. There was a significant pause, and then I looked at Isabella. I really had no idea how to answer that question. I was happy with it; the ladies I had worked with on movies were delighted with it, and Mandy was certainly pleased with it.

Sally smiled at me.

“Why don’t you show the lady Zak?” she said with a cheeky wink.

I stood up and moved around the table and dropped my shorts and boxers in one go, my flaccid cock swung free. I was just about to reach down and give it a few strokes to show my dick to Isabella in its full glory when I felt a hand stroking me.

I looked down and saw that Sally was wanking me, I was soon hard and very excited, Sally had a very soft and very well-educated hand.

I just stood there looking at a picture of a Spanish lady on the opposite wall and trying to keep my breathing even.

“He has a very attractive-looking cock” Isabella, said, and there seemed to be no emotion in her voice, but I still took it as a compliment. She seemed very mechanical.

“And you are still happy to work with him,” Sally asked, all the time she was talking she was still stroking my now very hard and very eager dick.

It had not seen any action for a few days, and to be honest, I was not far off blowing my load.

Sally took her hand off my cock just before I exploded all over her hand. I let out a deep sigh as she did so, and both Sally and Isabella looked at me. Sally giggled, and Isabella let out a little tut.

“It’s been a while!” I said in my defence.

They both looked at me again...

Once more, Sally smiled, and Isabella seemed to have a look of disdain on her face. The silence was eerie and unnerving, to say the least. I was happy when Sally spoke.

“Right film one will be simple, you will be the hotel maid and you will find Zak in bed when you go to make up his room,” Sally said, “You will bend over and flash your bum a few times and then you will catch him wanking and you will offer to help him!”

“That sounds okay to me,” she said.

“We would want an exchange of oral sex, then we will cycle through three or four positions!” Sally said, looking at Isabella for some sign of confirmation.

“Fine!” was all she got in reply.

“Good, and we need plenty of noise and plenty of dialogue!” Sally said.

“No problem, Sally!” she replied and glanced at me. I nodded my agreement.

“The second will be filmed on the patio, you will be on the sun lounger, Zak will be the gardener, and he will offer to put sun cream on your back, and things will lead on from there!” Sally said and smiled at us both.

“Again, that sounds good to me!” Isabella replied.

“Again, we would want an exchange of oral sex, then we will cycle through three or four positions!” Sally said I sensed she was trying to judge Isabella’s reaction.

“Okay, but is there no script to learn, what about stage direction?” Isabella asked looking perturbed. To be fair when I had joined the team I wondered about learning lines, it was something I dreaded. Luckily the way Sally did things meant I didn’t need to study a script.

“We don’t do that, our trademark is just letting the actors do what they want to do and what they do best,” Sally smiled.

“Oh, I thought there would be more of a structure to it,” Isabella said. She looked disappointed.

“Not to worry, Zak knows what we need, so he will take control once the cameras are rolling,” Sally told her.

“And you are sure that this will work?” Isabella asked.

To be fair it had really surprised me when I did my first movie, but Sally’s style worked, and she seemed to sell a large number of films. Why try to fix something that is not broken as they say?

“Yes, leave it to me and I am sure we will be fine”, I chipped in and gave her my best smile.

“And I get paid even if you don’t like the end result?” Isabella asked with a serious look on her face.

“Yes, of course you do love, but I am sure it will all be fine,” Sally said, and again she gave me a worried look.