“You did,” I said. “And you won’t do it again.”
Lana watched me with a mix of confusion and gratitude. She didn’t hide it, but she didn’t step forward either. I knew she didn’t need me to stand up for her, but I would’ve either way. Trey shifted where he stood, unsure of what to do with the tension. Rocco rubbed his jaw and stayed quiet, but I knew he was enjoying this.
“To be clear, I don’t want this to happen again. I’ve scheduled you for this shoot. I expect you to be here on time with no excuses. If you’re late again, I’ll remove you from the rotation entirely. That’s the way this works. Now get ready. We start in ten minutes.”
They didn’t argue this time.
I could see the shift in their posture almost immediately. Madison’s shoulders tightened, and Kira uncrossed her arms, both of them finally realizing that my patience had limits. I didn’t need to say more; the point had landed.
They walked to the en-suite bathroom together, still whispering to each other, and I turned to Trey to run through the angles I wanted for the day. He nodded, adjusted the nearest camera, and asked a few quick questions about each scene we planned on shooting today.
When the girls came back, with fresh makeup on their hair perfectly done, they dropped their clothes without hesitation and climbed onto the bed. I undressed too, stepped forward, and wrapped my hand around my cock to rub it. I tried to get into the headspace I needed, but their bodies didn’t help. As beautiful as they were, there had been only one woman who pulled a real reaction out of me.
My jaw tightened as I looked over at Lana.
She sat in the chair next to Rocco, with the notebook still open on her lap, and her pen tucked between her fingers. I watched her for a long second, weighing the thoughts that were lingering on my mind. She had agreed to be my fluffer, and right now I needed her. But after what Madison and Kira said about her earlier, I wasn’t sure if she’d be brave enough to step into the middle of all that tension and hold her ground without second-guessing herself.
I didn’t say a word. She saw the way my gaze stayed on her instead of the bed. Her eyes widened for a moment, then she straightened in her chair, set her notebook aside, and gripped the edges of the seat like she was preparing herself. She understood what I needed before I asked, and she was going to do it despite the others being in the room.
“Lana,” I said, my voice cutting through the silence. “Come here.”
She hesitated for a moment, her eyes filled with excitement and caution. I could see the conflict in her expression. She was battling the desire to please me and the nervousness of performing such an intimate act in front of everyone. But she chose this. She had been the one offering to be my fluffer. That alone took a lot of courage, and I didn’t dismiss that.
She rose from her chair before taking slow steps toward me. As she approached, I could feel Madison and Kira’s eyes on us. They had made their feelings about Lana clear earlier, and I knew this would be a challenge for her. But I also knew she was capable of rising above this and standing her ground like she always did.
I watched her take a deep breath when she stepped in front of me, her eyes holding mine as she waited for direction. Before I gave her any, I needed to make sure she wanted this as much as I did.
“You okay?” I asked, studying every inch of her face.
“Yes, I’m okay.”
I nodded once. “You want to do this?”
She hesitated, letting her gaze drop to my cock, then over to the girls on the bed. I didn’t rush her. I wanted her to understand what this moment meant. When she looked back up at me, she surprised me.
“Of course. I was the one offering.”
A small smirk pulled at my mouth. I lifted my free hand and cupped her cheek. “Good. Get on your knees.”
She did, lowering herself in front of me with steady movements. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, full of trust and determination.
“What is she doing here?” Madison asked, her voice laced with disgust. “She’s not part of the scene.”
I turned to her, my expression firm. “Lana is my fluffer.” I didn’t give any more context, but it was enough to make both girls grimace.
Kira rolled her eyes and scoffed. “This is ridiculous. You never needed a fluffer before. And she’s, like, not even in the porn industry. She doesn’t belong on a set like this.”
My jaw tightened, and I let the weight of my stare settle on them. “Lana belongs wherever I say she belongs, and I expect you to respect that. Now, unless you have something constructive to add, I suggest you focus on your roles and leave the rest to me.”
They fell silent, and I turned back to Lana. “You know what to do,” I said, my voice softening slightly, but still carrying the underlying command.
She nodded, her hands coming up to wrap around my cock. I could feel the tension in the room, and the weight of everyone’s gazes on us, but I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing solely on Lana. Her touch was gentle but sure, herfingers securely wrapped around my shaft. I felt the heat of her breath on my skin, the anticipation building with each passing second. She looked up at me, and I gave her a nod.
“Use your mouth,” I told her, my voice a low growl. “Show me what you can do.”
She leaned in, her lips capturing the head of my cock. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, and I let out a groan, my hands finding their way to her hair to guide her movements. She took me deeper with perfect suction, her mouth feeling hot and wet around me. I could feel the pleasure building, my body tensing with each stroke of her tongue, each pull of her lips. The room faded away, and the only thing that mattered was the sensation of her mouth on me.
“Look at me,” I told her, cupping her jaw with one hand while keeping the other in her hair. “Show me those pretty blues.”
