Chapter 3

Derrick sat behind the desk in the dimly lit room. It was bright enough to see him but little else. Sahara walked in carrying a candle.

"I thought you were still here too," she said. "I found this in the dining area."

As she sat the candle on the desk, the lights in the room lifted slightly.

"You're lucky you didn't kill yourself getting there," Derrick said. "How have you been? I haven't seen you since you got transferred to Mr. Dawson."

Sahara rolled her eyes dramatically.

"He's lucky his dad owns the company or he would be unemployed," Sahara said. She wasn't a very good actress but she wasn't a ham, either. She definitely was no worse than Derrick.

"Same here," Derrick said. "Any idea how long the power will be off?"

"None," Sahara replied. "It looks as if they're out all over the city. The phones are dead and the cell towers must be jammed. I just getting a message telling me to try again later."

"Me, too," Derrick answered. He pulled open a desk drawer and offered Sahara a candy bar. "I have a stash so at least we won't starve."

Sahara laughed and took the candy but didn't open it.

"I was in the middle of nuking my dinner when the lights went off," she complained. "So much for that. Oh well, someone will find my half-baked potato Monday morning, I guess. So, how's Wendy?"

"Gone," Derrick said with downcast eyes. "She got fed up with me being here three nights a week. How about your guy, Brad isn't it?"

Sahara shrugged.

"Same song," she said. "If I was here, I couldn't be with him making sure he didn't try to bang half the city. I dumped him about three or four months ago. No big loss."

She chuckled.

"I mean, really, no big loss," she continued, holding her fingers only an inch or two apart. "Sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

Derrick smiled. In a normal porn flick, he would simply stand up and unzip his fly. Sahara would have been so overwhelmed at the size of his cock, she would have dropped to her knees and begged him to fuck her. Derrick was thankful this wasn't a typical video. Holly had wanted to make sure the audience understood that the pair were not committed to others. They were single. The market the video would shoot for wasn't adulterers. It was couples.

"You know," Sahara said. "Ms. Winters used to keep a bottle of booze in her bottom drawer – for medicinal purpose, you know. I wonder if it's still there. I could do with a drink, especially since it appears that we're destined to spend half of Friday night in here. What do you think?"

"Worth a shot," Derrick replied.

The videographer shot them from the side until they reached the door and Holly called, "Cut!"

Derrick was surprised when Randy moved forward and marked the spots where they stood. After a drink of water, Derrick and Sahara retook their spots and videographer backed through the door and off to the side. Sahara bent over to rummage in the bottom draw as Derrick dutifully looked at the skirt that stretched tight across her butt. The videographer caught Sahara glancing up to make certain Derrick was looking. A slight smile crossed her lips.

She pulled out a decanter filled with what Derrick knew to be colored water but only one glass.

"I guess old Trudy doesn't mind drinking alone," Derrick ad libbed. Sahara laughed.

"Guess not," she said, adapting to the change well. "But I do. Do you mind sharing a glass with me?"

She deftly pulled them back to the script without problem.

"Are you sure you know where my mouth has been?" Derrick asked.

"You don't kiss enough ass, that should be obvious," Sahara replied. "Neither of us do – otherwise we wouldn't be hanging out here on a Friday night."

Derrick chuckled.

"Too true," he said. "Well, as they say, 'Ladies first.'"

"I've always wondered who 'they' are," Sahara said after she gulped down the water – and made a suitable face to imply it was alcohol. "Ug, what is this stuff? I thought it was whisky."

Derrick took the decanter and sniffed.

"Scotch, I think," he said. "They say it is an acquired taste."

"Back to 'they' again," Sahara joked. "Really, who are these 'they' guys?"

"I think they prefer the term 'homosexual, '" Derrick deadpanned with a slight lisp. "'They' guys is passé."

He took a small sip of the water and made a face.

"Yeah, quicker is better," Sahara said.

There was a pause.

"Well, at least with some things," she with a smirk. "In other things, I like it slow and easy most of the time."

Derrick finished the glass and handed it back across with a shudder. He stuck his tongue out in apparent disgust at the taste.

"Screw it," Sahara said as she slid onto the floor. "Let's just drink from the decanter. We'll leave enough in the bottom so the old lush thinks she finished it."

She took a large gulp from the decanter.

"Maybe we could do her a favor and water it down some," Derrick replied as he sat down beside Sahara.

"Wonder what else is in her drawers," Sahara said. Derrick gave her a meaningful glance.

"Ooh, not those drawers," she said with a slight drunken giggle. She passed the container to Derrick who made a face but took another drink.

"You know, it tastes better with your lip gloss," he said. "It is strawberry or raspberry? I couldn't tell."

Sahara took another drink. The decanter was almost empty now.

"Want another taste?" she asked.

When Derrick replied in the affirmative, she didn't hand the bottle back but instead pulled him down for a kiss. They didn't immediately strip off their clothes and start humping on the floor. They kissed and touched each other for several minutes. Derrick stroked Sahara's cheek and her neck as they kissed. They didn't immediately stuff a tongue in the other's mouth. They worked up to it.

After minutes of kissing and touching, Sahara stood up and unbuttoned her blouse. She didn't have a lacy chemise beneath, but instead, a normal but attractive white bra.

"Let me," Derrick said. The script had ended. The rest of the scene would be done without direction unless direction was called for.

He kissed Sahara's shoulders as he slipped the blouse down her arms. Her skin was warm and smelled wonderful. She had just a light hint of vanilla.

Sahara nuzzled against Derrick's ear and kissed his neck. She really liked the way he felt against her. He was strong but he was gentle. She was enjoying this far more than she thought she would. She probably wouldn't have even needed the lubrication she used on her pussy, she decided.

Thirty minutes later, Derrick pulled out of Sahara's wet sheath and ejaculated across her pubic hair and stomach. Sahara was sweating but happy. She had never managed a real orgasm while filming a scene with a guy. But this time she had cum three times. Her first was when Derrick was licking her clit. He had a nice tongue, better than the last girl-girl scene she'd shot.

The real fireworks started when he entered her. Derrick's cock was huge. It wasn't as big as some of the ridiculously oversized ones she'd seen but it was easily the biggest one she had taken – on screen or in real life. Yet he was gentle. He didn't just grab her hips and stuff it home. He had let her sit on his lap and guide the motion.

He had no way of knowing that it was Sahara's favorite way or the way she gained stimulation easiest. The whole time they had sex, Derrick continually kissed her – either her lips or her shoulders or her breasts. His hands had roamed freely over her torso but he didn't smack her ass or maul her tits. When it came time for him to cum, he wasn't forceful in manhandling her to where he wanted her. He whispered softly in her ear that he was ready. When he pulled out of her pussy, Sahara took his member and jerked him off the rest of the way.

Unlike some guys, he didn't take five minutes to get to the last hurdle. In only seconds, she felt warm cum on her stomach and then on her hands. Then, she gently guided him back into her pussy as he leaned down and kissed her softly.

They were almost unaware of their audience until the applause started. Then both looked at the other sheepishly. Adam blushed scarlet and he saw a flush across Sahara's pale chest.

A few minutes later, after they cleaned up, the pair was side by side again.

"That was great," she said softly. "I really enjoyed that."

"Me, too," Adam said. "I mean, I didn't feel like I was acting, you know. You're very good. I mean, you know. You're beautiful, but you really seemed like you were into it. Thanks, it made it a lot easier for me."

Sahara leaned up and kissed Adam again.

"No, Derrick," she said softly. "I mean, I really enjoyed that. I was really into it. It was fantastic – maybe the best ever. I don't mean the best scene I ever did. That is easy. I mean ... The. Best. Ever."

"Oh, uh, um," Adam stammered. "I would have to say the same. I mean, I don't have a lot of experience. What I mean is that, well, you're definitely the most beautiful woman I've ever been with – and the most responsive."

Sahara smiled at how cute the guy was. Most of the men she had worked with would have slapped her on the ass and asked to get together later.

"Can I give you my number?" she asked. "I mean, you are a really nice guy. They are rare in this business, I can tell you. I don't mean to get together to, uh, well, fuck. I mean get together to hang out. I don't have very many friends out here."

"Sure," Adam replied. "By the way, my name is Adam. You don't have to give me yours. I understand about privacy. But if we hang out, I'll be Adam Walters and not Derrick Driller."

Sahara smiled broadly.

"Sarah," she said as she extended a hand. "Not Sahara. It was an easy stretch. Sarah Lewis from Lambert, Washington."

"Adam Walters from Corinth, Missouri," he said shaking hers. "Do you want to grab a burger later?"

"I would but I'm flying to Miami for a shoot," she said. "I'll call you when I get back."

Their conversation was interrupted by Holly Ball, who put her arms around them both.

"That was wonderful," she gushed. "I'm sorry that I don't have a better shower set up. We rigged what we could. I haven't seen the playback but from what I watched it was spectacular. It might be the most realistic scene we've shot for this product. I hope you both will consider working with us again."

"I will," Adam said quickly. "Honestly, it was about a thousand times better than what I thought it would be. Of course, Sahara and I had a chance to talk a little beforehand. I think that helped immensely and, so you know, the shower was cleaner than my apartment."

"I agree," Sarah said. "With both parts, not about the shower, although it was fine. This whole set felt like I was among friends, you know. Derrick came in and he was charming and funny. It really put me at ease. If this goes well, maybe we can do a sequel or something. You know, where they start dating and then sneak away to do it on her boss' desk."

Holly appeared to be considering something for a moment.

"I can see that," she said with a nod. "I can definitely see that. It has great potential for several vignettes. Well, it was nice to work with both of you. I'll have to give Judy a call and thank her for directing you my way, Derrick. As for you, Sahara, you just keep getting better. I watched the last two or three things you've done before I casted you. Each one was better than the one before it."

"I think I'll have a hard time topping this one," Sarah said with a slight blush. "I mean, I got off. Not once but three times! By the time it was over, I forgot you were even there. It was really like I was in a fantasy. Now I'm off to Miami to do a shoot with 'Hidden Treasures.' That should be a real reality check. But I agreed to do it and they are paying my way back and forth, so I'll do it."

"'Hidden Treasures?'" Adam asked.

"Internal cumshot," Holly supplied. "It's another niche market."

"There are two guys," Sarah said, looking downward. "I mean, not at the same time. But one after the other. They blow their load in my pussy and I drip it out again. It's all POV, point-of-view. They hold the camera and film it themselves. Like I said, it pays well. They have another site called 'Swallow Your Pride.' Basically the same two guys cum in a girl's mouth and she swallows it. They wanted me to do a scene for each of them but I told them it was one or none. I'm getting a pretty big following on the web so they agreed. But I'm sure they will try to convince me once I'm there. I'll let my rep handle it. What's next for you, Derrick?"

"Uh, I don't know," he admitted. "This was just sort of a test run. I plan to pick and choose what I do pretty carefully. I mean, I already made enough money this week that I can pay my share of the utility bill and my car insurance. My big expenses – tuition, rent and books – are covered by my scholarship."

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