Chapter 42

I sat in Atticus’s office three days after my shoot with Dirk McKinley. At first, I was very hesitant when my manager brought up the idea of shooting with Dirk. However, he assured me that accepting would help get my name out there and lead to many more opportunities. It did take some convincing, but reluctantly, I agreed to it.

“Comfortable, Jenna?” He joked, knowing that I truly couldn’t sit down the day after the shoot.

“Oh, you’re funny, mister,” I said playfully. “So they got the editing done already, huh?”

“Yes, Mr. Cross was very happy during the filming, and he had his crew working ‘round the clock to finish it. They’re going to debut it tonight on the Brazzers paysite, as we talked about. And you’ll be getting thirty-nine cents every time it gets viewed for more than ten minutes.”

“Yeah, and when it gets a hundred thousand views, I will have earned $39,000. Even if it takes ten years to get there,” I teased.

Atticus had worked long and hard on that deal, and he was pretty proud of it. “It’s all about long-term income streams, kiddo, remember? You’ll get ten grand from this shoot in the first year alone! We do a few more like this, and you’ll keep earning when you aren’t even working. Now sit back, and let’s watch the picture show.”

His assistant, Danielle, was in the office with us because Atticus wanted her to get to know me better. She was in charge of my website and social media sites, and it was very important for her to know what I was really like. When I first met Atticus, I couldn’t be in the same room with him as he was watching my homemade movies. I’d gotten over that pretty quickly, as I liked his notes on my performances. I’m not sure if he was gay or what. He never seemed aroused by any of my films so far, but he’d made excellent suggestions and provided me with a lot of good tips after I shot my first two scenes. I was already using a couple of douches before I shot any scene, but Atticus also suggested that I clean myself out with several enemas. Additionally, I’d worn a glass butt plug for an hour or so before the shoot to open myself up a little before we started filming. His last tip was to pack my ass full of lube, something that he said would make insertion easier.

He dimmed the lights and pushed a button to close the window shades so it was fairly dark. We all turned our chairs to look at the seventy-inch 8K monitor as the scene started.

The film opened with a montage of Dirk and me fucking as the credits flashed on the screen. Then it faded out ... and back in as the action started.

“Bye, Mom, Bye, Dad!” I called from the front door, looking past the camera to the driveway. “Enjoy your weekend!”

The camera followed me as I walked back into the upper-middle-class house I apparently lived in. My hips swayed, and my ass jiggled in my little red-and-black plaid schoolgirl skirt. The hem was so short the bottoms of my ass cheeks were visible. I also wore a white button-up shirt that was tied in the front to resemble a bikini top. To complete the outfit, I wore a white thong, white knee-length socks, and black schoolgirl shoes.

The camera lingered on a large family photo on the wall of me, a beautiful black woman, and a white man, my family. I walked into the living room to see a large black man sitting on the couch, drinking whiskey from a highball glass. He wore some oversized cargo shorts and a white polo shirt.

“Uncle Dirk, you can go now. They’re gone. They think you’re staying the whole weekend. But ... like ... you’re excused,” I said in a snotty, entitled-little-teenager tone.

He looked at me and smiled while shaking his head. “What happened the last time your parents went away?”

I sighed heavily. “I know, I know. But I promise I won’t throw any huge parties or have any boys over. I’m eighteen. I’m an adult, and I can handle myself. I don’t need a babysitter, and I’m sure you have better things to do.”

“Your Mom would kill me if I left you alone after I promised to look after you. So ... no ... I’m not leaving you here by yourself, and you’re not going to have anyone over,” he said sternly.

“Uncle Di-irk!” I whined, adding an extra syllable to his name. “My boyfriend and I were going to ... well ... you were young once, right? Remember what it was like living at home with your parents watching your every move?”

“Yes, I do remember. That’s why I’m here to keep you safe and sound. But we can still have fun. I have lots of ideas. We can play a game.”

“Oh sure, we’ll have lots of fun,” I said snidely. “For Christ’s sake, you’re not even my real uncle. You’re like a ... step-uncle-in-law or ... something.”

Atticus paused the movie. “You know, that isn’t half-bad, your acting.”

“You’re really good,” Danielle gushed in agreement.