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“This is a foreign sports car,” she smiled with a slight challenge to her expression.

“Oh, your fine. That make never gets bought by brain donors.” He smiled with his eyes at her for a moment and looked away up the road again. It was getting harder and harder to peel his eyes away from her.

She chuckled quickly at the lame attempt at humor, but kept her eyes on him. He hoped she liked what she saw. He was told he was handsome, with his blonde hair and blue eyes, and the wiry tone to his physique from the sports he did play. His simple white t-shirt and jeans (why did he wear jeans on a hot day like today? His legs felt like they were in a sauna) and the slight scruff of his unshaven face, he made for a low-key attractive package.

She averted her eyes to look back at the line of traffic behind them, “So we're just stuck here...?”

Markus shrugged, “I got a deck of cards in here, but I don't know many games. Crazy Eights? Go Fish, maybe?”

She chuckled again, “Maybe some other time.”

He smiled and then looked up the road again, seeing some movement starting to happen slowly, as emergency services looked to be able to open up a lane. It would take a bit, but it was progress. “Good call, it looks like the party's breaking up.”

She sighed audibly from the other side of her vehicle, “Oh thank god.” She looked back at him, “just my luck, some 'brain donor' will come out of nowhere and do it all over again.”

He put on a protective face, “Don't worry. If I see one coming, I'll shield you from him with my truck. Lotsa metal.” He finished it with a confident grin and nod.

She smiled again and with a mock expression of gratitude, “My hero.” She climbed back into her convertible and called out to him, “Have a nice day.”

He gave her a quick salute before climbing back into his truck. He murmured to himself, “It is now.” As the traffic began to drain away, to the one curb lane opened by the highway patrol, he let her in front of him as soon as room opened up. When a gap opened up to the curb lane, he interposed his vehicle to block the middle and curb lane to give her a spot to merge into. That earned him an angry honk from someone behind him, to which he muttered a musical, “fuck you,” before settling into the slow procession towards his exit. Her car was still in front of his, and he saw her give him a long look with smiling eyes through her rear-view mirror. He would probably never see her again, he thought, but to know he made any kind of impression on such a beautiful creature made him feel good.

---

Later the same day, Markus was stuck in line again. This time it was at a coffee shop, and it was well after the morning and lunch rushes, so they obviously didn't have their top staff working at the moment. The line moved excruciatingly slowly as the baristas took their sweet-ass time preparing the drinks. Markus heard a short, exasperated sigh come from behind him, and turned to see who it come from. His breath caught in his chest when he saw it was the woman from the expressway. She seemed lost in thought and didn't seem to notice him at all.

He smiled and said with an air of admiration, “Oh my god, you know ALL the worst lines to get stuck in!” The woman was softly jolted out of her reverie, and looking at him with momentary confusion, before smiling warmly.

“What can I say? It's a gift.” She looked up the non-moving line to the baristas, who seemed to be expending a lot of energy to not accomplish very much. “Doesn't look like it's the best of the best working back there.”

Markus shook his head with an air of resignation, “Those guys? I bet they think 'espresso' is spelled with an 'X'. We're gonna be here a while.” He just stared at the action behind the bar for a moment, and then turned back to her. “How be we save you some time. Order with me; that should shave, I dunno, what...twenty... twenty-five minutes off your wait.”

It seemed she smiled after everything he said. Markus usually used humor as a defence mechanism. He'd slip little jokes to ingratiate himself with people he didn't know or to defuse tense situations, or if he just felt nervous. The woman in the cream blouse certainly made him nervous. She was so beautiful and he felt like if he didn't keep up the conversation, she would just vanish into thin air. There was a little voice in the back of his head saying, “keep it cool... don't lay it on too thick...don't mention her looks or her body... holy fuck what a body...”

Not only did the smile stay warmly on her face, she stepped a little closer to him, “Okay, it's a deal. Thank you, that's nice of you.”

“No problem. What are you having?”

“A Strawberry Acai Refresher.”

“Okay, a Strawberry... whatever that is. And what name am I telling them to write on the cup?”

She had a sly smile on her face, but also a hint of non-comprehension as well. “Brooke.” She said her name with a tone that said he should probably have known that. Did he ask for her name already? No, no he definitely would have remembered. “Smooth, by the way.”

It was his turn to look with a lack of comprehension.”I'm sorry? What was?”

“How you asked for my name. That was clever.”

“If you think that was smooth, just wait until you see how I ask for your phone number.” The words were out of his mouth before he knew what he was doing. He kept a friendly but confident expression on his face, but inside he had a chill go through him. The voice at the back of his head was screaming at him, “yeah, I'd like to know too, dipshit! What's your plan here?”

“Oh,” she said, seemingly impressed with his confidence, “I'm looking forward to it.” The line moved rather quickly after that, and too quick for Marcus to formulate some incredible scheme to get her number. It wasn't coming to him.

“Next?” the bored barista at the till called out.

“Hi,” Markus said pleasantly, “can I get a Strawberry Icy...” He looked at Brooke helplessly.

She laughed and shook her head, “Acai.”

“Ass-eye-ee... right? ... Refresher for 'Brooke' and a medium drip coffee for 'Markus', two cream, one sugar. Please,” he said. The barista emotionlessly processed the order and took his payment, leaving Brooke and Markus a few minutes for small talk that seemed to go well. Before too long, their drinks were ready, both of them made wrong, and Markus ended up throwing out his drink before he was half-done. “How can someone screw up drip coffee?” he asked rhetorically.

“Okay, well I guess this is where we split off...” Brooke said, her tone had a hint of expectation, and she looked up at him with those gorgeous hazel eyes.

“Well, I don't know... I still have a couple horrible lines I have to get into. I'm off to the DMV right now and after that I have to head to the bank, so I may actually see you later.'

She laughed again at that, and then her face went blank for a moment when she actually took in what his next stop would be, “Oh my god, my drivers licence expired...”

“Seriously, the DMV?” he said with surprise. “I like that you want to spend time with me but the DMV? We're verging into stalker territory here.”

It seemed she laughed after everything he said, and she shook her head and looked down, “No I don't have time for it today, but thank you for reminding me. Now, how exactly are you going to ask for my phone number”

He looked into her eyes, “I'm going to ask for it, when we go for a drink tonight. Eight o'clock, let's say?” He named off a local place, a nice bar that made way-too-expensive drinks, but that didn't have bouncers outside, ready to turn you into a pretzel if you tried to walk in without three women on your arm.

He thought it was smooth and inventive... right up until the words left his mouth. Then the voice at the back of his head piped up again, “Why wait? She's right here, moron! Just ask for her number now!” But he'd already made his move and to back-track was to fumble the moment, and he wouldn't let that happen.

The smile left her face and she stiffened slightly, “Uh... okay... sure. Eight o'clock. I know the place. I will see you then.” She nodded with a trite smile and walked away to her car. A little hurriedly, Markus thought.

I must be missing something, Markus wondered. It wasn't that bad of an idea.

---

It was a good idea to meet her again for drinks later, Markus realized. He did want to impress her, and make an excuse to see her again that day. He wanted to get freshened up and get into better clothes than his sweaty white t-shirt and jeans for when he saw her again. He showered and shaved, applied a bit of cologne and put on a royal blue dress shirt and black dress slacks, and finished it off with black shoes with a shine he could see himself in.

He left his place in plenty of time to beat traffic and find parking, arriving inside the bar at 7:45pm. Good and early, he thought, I'll get a table for us, somewhere off to the side where we can talk. Just don't freak out when she's not there right at the strike of eight. She'll be fashionable late, she'll want to make me sweat a little. That's what women will do.

Brooke walked into the bar at 8:01pm

'Oookay', Markus thought, 'that was unexpected, but at least she didn't stand me up. Small victories.' He stood up to let her see him, and pulled her chair out for her. She was dressed the same as earlier in the day, and if she had any appreciation for the effort he put into dressing up for her, she didn't show it. She sat down on her chair and the waitress came around and took their order. Once she had left, Brooke looked at him in a way that made him uncomfortable. Her voice was matter-of-fact and her expression had none of the warmth from earlier in the day,

“Hi Markus, tell me about yourself.” She asked the question like he was in a job interview for a position he was completely unqualified for. He was unsettled, and he answered her questions like he was in a job interview for a position he was completely unqualified for. He grew up in the city, but he has no family here anymore. His job was as an Audio Engineer and had been working as one for five years. Mostly for voiceover work and the odd film job. Lives alone in a townhouse he rents close to downtown. He rattled everything off like lines on his resume.

This wasn't going well, and he decided to change things around and ask about her. This didn't improve things at all. As he thought about things to ask, he'd start by saying, “Sooo...” Every time he did that she seemed to get annoyed, and her annoyance only increased each time he did it. After the fourth question, he didn't even wait for an answer from her and he interrupted himself.

“I'm sorry, Brooke, have I done something to offend you? You seem, like, really not happy to be here.”

“Markus, I'm not really into this whole fake being-coy, beating-around-the bush bullshit. You had a different vibe earlier today that I liked ,and right now, you trying to pull obvious answers out of me is tiring. Let's cut to the chase.”

She leaned forward on the table and mocked him by saying, “Sooo...” and then resignedly said, “yes, I am Brooke Redstone.”

Markus had a blank look on his face. His eyebrows were raised high and he shook his head slowly like that name meant nothing to him.

Brooke must have thought he was still playing coy, so she emphasized, “Yes, Brooke Redstone, the Adult Film Performer.”

Markus still had the blank look on his face, but some shock was mixed in when he heard her vocation. He stopped shaking his head but said nothing. Brooke studied him for a second, and then shock filled her own expression as she realized he actually, really, and sincerely was clueless about her.

“You really don't know who I am?” Her hand flew to cover her mouth.

Markus shrugged, “No. I... I don't watch po... porn.” The word caught in his throat as he lowered his voice to make sure no one around him heard the topic of conversation. “I mean, I have, who hasn't?... but I don't spend much time looking. Hasn't been my thing. I mean, I've almost always had a girlfriend, and if I wanted to get off, I'd just, y'know... go and see my girlfriend.”

He was still almost motionless as he answered her. Her revelation had still shocked him, but he was trying to wrap his head around whether her earlier apathy towards him was all about this misunderstanding or if she had actually lost any interest she had in him. In his mind, he was racing to find something funny to say, defuse the situation, get her smiling again. I need a fucking joke, goddamnit, he thought. The voice in the back of his head merely said, “Sorry, dude, I got nothing.”

Brooke, meanwhile, had slumped back against her chair. The realization she had misread the whole thing was evident on her delicate features. She blinked a couple of times, and breathed deeply a couple of times, and then, as if needing to get final confirmation, said, “So, just so I'm totally clear, the whole thing in traffic, and in the line at the coffee shop, and asking me here tonight, that wasn't all you just trying to get with me.”

Markus was still trying to find his composure, “Uh... no. An incredibly beautiful woman was talking to me. I made her smile. I really liked making her smile and wanted to keep doing it. I only mentioned this place because I thought this would be a nice, casual spot just to talk and get to know you, and see if maybe we could see more of each other. That's... it.”

Brooke took another deep breath and her features were losing their frostiness from earlier. “Markus, I'm sorry. I must have seemed like such a bitch tonight. I get so many guys that come up to me because they recognize me and know what I do, and they just try and score. They'll take me to a place like this, so they don't even have to pay for dinner and then, like, I'm something to cross off their bucket list. 'Fucked a Porn Star – Check'. You seemed different today from every other approach I've gotten in... I don't know how long. I enjoyed when we met today. You were funny and you were sweet. And then you went and mentioned this place, and I thought 'oh he's just going to try and get me liquored up so he can fuck me'.”

“Brooke, I... no, really no, that's not where I was going. I just wanted to see you again. I wasn't looking for sex tonight. I didn't know it was on the table. Hell, I didn't know it was anywhere near the table.”

The smile returned to her face, partly from his turn of phrase, partly from her relief that he really was the guy she had seen earlier in the day. “Can we start over then? Pretend like the last fifteen minutes never happened? I'm Brooke Redstone and you're Markus...?”

“Collins,” he finished for her, “and yes I'd like that. Where are you from originally, Brooke?” And just like that the evening got back on track, on the course that Markus had always intended it to go. The fact that she had exploded about guys being interested in her only because she did porn helped inform him about what to talk about, and he avoided asking about the obvious nuts and bolts of the Adult Film industry, more the secondary aspects like what she did with the rest of her week away from the set, where she went to the gym and how often, and stuff like that. She got completely comfortable talking with him again, and her radiant smile was displayed often. She never allowed the conversation to lapse, always leading them to something else before a subject got talked out, and soon she was flirting with him at almost every opportunity. To Markus it seemed like she didn't want the evening to end. He knew he sure as hell didn't. When he ordered a couple of waters for them to hydrate and pause their alcohol consumption, she took notice, appreciating that, no, he really wasn't just trying to get her liquored up and fuck her. After that, her smile never left her face and there seemed to be a devilish turn at the corners of her mouth when she looked at him.

However all things must come to an end, and before it got too late he said he would have to get going. That didn't please Brooke all that much, but it was a Thursday night, and there was work in the morning. Something occurred to Markus as he paid their bill, and he looked at Brooke in a confused fashion, “Hey, so wait, on your way here, you thought I was some cheesedick who just wanted to hook up with a porn star. But you still came here tonight. You were even right on time. You didn't stand me up.” He looked even more confused. “Were you still going to sleep with me?”

Brooke blushed a little as she rose from her seat, “Earlier tonight, you called me an 'incredibly beautiful woman' and you liked my smile. I like your smile, Markus, and I find you very attractive as well. I... yes, we would have. I probably wouldn't have ever seen you again, but we would have probably gone home together.”

He replied as they walked out the front door of the bar, putting on an air of fake indignation as he responded to her with a bratty, spoiled voice, “Well, I may be a cheap date, but I don't just give it away for free. If you want that from me, Ms. Redstone, you're going to have to work for it.”

Brooke was surprised by that comeback, and then actually doubled over laughing. When she eventually recovered, she had a tear moistening the corner of one eye. They were standing out front of the bar, and she closed the distance to him, placing a hand on his bicep and standing just inches apart.”Thank you for what has been, eventually, a wonderful evening Markus. But I am serious: I live not far from here. Do you want to come back to my place?”

Markus smiled a wistful smile and backed away a half a step. “Brooke, you are going to think I'm the dumbest motherfucker on the face of the planet, but I'm going to say no. I've had some bad relationships that came from starting too fast, too soon, and I'm serious about wanting to see where this goes. So yeah, I'm going to call it a night and head home, but I really want to see you again, like soon. Maybe dinner tomorrow?”

Brooke froze for a moment as she recalled something. “Tomorrow's not good, and neither is Saturday. Sorry Markus. We could do Sunday, though.” He nodded to the suggestion. “Give me your phone,” she said. He unlocked it and she quickly created a new contact for him with her details. “You were right, Markus. You did have a smooth way of getting my phone number. Good night.” And with that, she tilted her face up to his , pressing her lips to his. It was a closed mouth, lip-dragging, drawn out kiss that had Markus move his hands to Brooke's jawline, his fingers sliding into her hair behind her ears, and inhaling deeply while their mouths pressed together. He smelled her perfume, felt her heat and her soft breath, and when the kiss broke, he couldn't help but exhale with a slightly audible moan..

“Good night, Markus Collins. Call me.” Brooke said to him, “oh, and when you get home, go online, check out PornHub, and search my name. Get an idea of what you're missing out on.” She smiled her devilish little smile, and walked away to her car.

He just stood as still as a statue as she watched her go. “Markus Collins,” he said to himself, “you are the dumbest motherfucker on the face of the planet.”

---

He got home around midnight, and surprised himself with his willpower not to go online. He loved the experience of being with her and just wanted to revel in how well the night had ended, and he just got ready for bed and fell asleep dreaming about Brooke Redstone and that amazing kiss..

Turns out it was a good thing that he wasn't up until all hours of the night watching her videos. His boss informed him that the next project they had for him was working on the sound for a video game. This was a new experience for him, and he had a new team of people he was working with, So he had meetings with them, meetings with the design people for the game studio and a bunch of reading on the design documents for what was expected. Despite how crazy the day had gotten right from the start, he found himself daydreaming about Brooke anytime his focus lapsed.

He ended up taking the research for new project home with him and got right to work on his computer, looking into the kind of sounds they wanted in the game, and how the other games in the genre sounded. He was up until late, and eventually just got up from his desk chair and crashed on the couch.

He woke up the next day, and almost immediately got back to work. Yes it was Saturday, but he lived alone, and he was excited about this project. It was always great to try new things, to expand his experience, and he woke up with all kinds of ideas on where this would go. He also had a raft of electronic documentation to set up, including e-signing a Non-Disclosure Agreement and finishing getting his access to the studio's design database. Following all that, he starting giving the game a voice.

It was around 6:00pm when he hit a wall. He was still excited about the project, but he'd had enough for one day. He was seated at his computer, and realized he'd never gone and looked at the stuff Brooke wanted him to. He figured the time was right for it, pulled up PornHub like she told him to, and typed “Brooke Redstone” into the search bar.

There was a lot. A lot. Brooke was apparently a prolific actress in the business, and he was spoiled for choice in what he wanted to see her doing. Lots of ones with her and guys, lots of ones with her and girls, and a bunch with group scenes with every combination of guys and girls imaginable. Solo videos. Bondage videos. Videos shot on location in gorgeous settings. If he could picture a way he could have sex with Brooke, he could scroll and find a thumbnail for a video of her doing exactly that.

He finally selected one of a boy-girl scene with an actor named Tommy Pistol. 'Where do they get these names?' he thought while the video was loading. And then the video was onscreen. It was a seven-minute clip from a larger movie, so it pretty much got right to it. Both of them were already pretty much naked, and Markus sucked in a breath as he saw Brooke. The video was done in a soft focus and the video moved in slow motion. I guess the director thinks he's an auteur, Markus thought to himself, but it allowed him to really take in Brooke's form.

There was no audio from the performers, just this slow New Age music playing over the visuals. Brooke's breasts were beautiful, natural and larger than average, capped with medium sized areolas slightly darker than her skin tone and tiny little bumps of a nipple stem. Her body had otherwise gentle curves where her waist narrowed and then flared to her modest hips, her ass was beautiful but proportionate to the rest of her, and her hairless pussy was adorned with the most delicate labia he had ever seen, between her puffy outer lips. And finally, those amazing, immaculate legs. Despite being otherwise nude, she was still wearing black stilettos, and the perfect curve of her calves was enough to make Markus hard on their own, had he not already been looking at her in all her glory.

Brooke and Tommy kissed deeply, the slow motion of the video making it even more sensuous than it would have otherwise been. Their tongues danced together, a glint of moisture captured on the video on Brooke's tongue as it duelled with Tommy's. His hand slid up from where it was on her hip to capture her breast, and you could sense on screen the weight of her breast when he lifted it. He bent his head to lick the nipple and her eyes closed, her head tilted back, her lips parted, and Markus cursed the fucking New Age soundtrack as he really wanted to hear her moan or gasp or whatever her reaction was to his mouth. Then she opened her eyes and looked right at the camera, and her expression just told you, 'he's good at this'.

The screen then dissolved and cut to her kneeling in front of Tommy holding the base of his cock in her hand while kissing back and forth along the side of it. She looked up at him while she pulled back, and swirled her tongue around the head. She watched his out-of-frame reaction while her tongue flicked and moved over the head, and then she closed her eyes, opened her mouth and took him between her lips. She bobbed on the end of it for a bit, then adjusted her position and started to take more of him. Jesus, Markus thought to himself, this guy has a broomstick for a cock, she's not going to take all of... oh... oh, yes she is. Where is it all going? He watched the blow job with a slack jaw of his own.

The screen dissolved and cut again to the tables being turned, and Tommy's head between Brooke's legs. She was on her back and propped up on pillows, allowing her to look down at what Tommy was doing with his mouth. His tongue slid along her lips and up to tease her clit with a couple of rapid flicks before trailing his tongue back down to her opening, She cupped her breasts and squeezed her nipples while he continued his ministrations, and she arched her back in the throes of her pleasure. Her mouth was open and she was obviously getting great enjoyment, but that damn New Age soundtrack completely drowned her out. Then the Audio Engineer in him told him that their voices would have been distorted by the slow motion motif of the video, and all her moans would have sounded like they came from Andre The Giant, and that would not have been sexy.

The video dissolved and cut again, this time to Tommy taking Brooke doggie-style. There was the obligatory close-up shot of his cock moving in and out of her shaved pussy, his cock glistening with her juices while he jammed deep into her. The screen cut to a wider shot so you could see all of them, side-on. She looked incredible as she took it from him, her breasts swinging pendulously, her arms braced to show she was pushing back against him, fucking him back. Her lips were parted in a tiny 'O', and he could hear in his mind the moans that would be coming from her. Tommy's hands were back slightly behind himself to keep from getting in the frame, but now he grasped her hips and he really started to give it to her. After a few seconds the screen dissolved and cut again, now to directly in front of Brooke, her eyes closed as she captured one breast in her hand while Tommy continued his amazing assault on her pussy from behind. The camera stayed on her as it captured her bliss, and then she looked right at the camera, once again demonstrating an amazing ability to talk to the viewer with her eyes, and imparting to the watcher, 'he is absolutely filling me'.

The screen dissolved and cut one final time to Tommy stroking his massive cock in front of Brooke's face. Her anticipation and desire of the load to come was palpable, even with her closed eyes. It didn't take too many strokes for Tommy to erupt, his first shot arcing onto her forehead, across the bridge of her nose and onto her cheek. The second splashed violently against the same cheek, and then she opened her mouth to take the final few shots onto her tongue. Tommy continued stroking the last of his orgasm and Brooke cleaned the remnants from the head of his dick. Then she opened her eyes and looked at the camera, and Markus sucked in a breath. He wasn't sure what exactly Brooke was trying to convey with her eyes this time, but to Markus the message was, 'This could have been you.'. Then the screen faded to black.

Fuck.

Markus pushed back his chair farther from his desk, and just sat there motionless for what seemed like forever. He was open-mouthed and was dumbfounded by what he saw. He also was surprised by how hard his own cock was. About thirty seconds into the video, he had undone his pants and fished out his shaft, and had been slowly stroking himself while he watched this gorgeous woman get taken. And this woman wanted to see him again tomorrow night. This couldn't be real, the voice at the back of his head was yelling at him. Goddesses aren't attracted to you. But here he was, looking at the video resumé he had been directed to search for, by a woman actively seeking his company. His cock throbbed as he looked to his lap, as though it was begging him to put on another video.

He was about to look through the selection when something struck him. How did he feel about this? She was a porn star. That means she had lots of videos of her making love to men, and women, and men AND women, and as this was her current vocation, that would mean she would be making more of said videos well into the foreseeable future. By default, his would not be the only penis she would be actively enjoying by a long shot, and she wouldn't be limiting her affections to just men either. Was that going to bother him? Could he handle that? Was this something he should even try getting involved with?

He put on one of her solo videos. This one was short. She was on the rooftop of a building, she was already naked, and she was teasing the camera, flashing it. The smile on her face... well, he was well acquainted with her smile, and it seemed genuine and earnest. She was enjoying baring herself to the camera, showing herself off, freely giving the camera and the viewer total access to everything she had. She lifted one of her breasts and brought the nipple to her mouth, running her tongue over it. Her eyes closed and she smiled around her extended tongue while the nipple hardened from the attention. When she sat on the masonry at the building's edge, turned inwards towards the camera and spread her legs before running a hand down to her snatch, there was no hesitation, no apprehension, nothing of the sort. Her eyes conveyed almost joy and desire at her being able to show off her most intimate parts.. The fingers of her left hand danced over her clit for a while, before she sunk the middle and ring fingers into her pussy, finger-fucking herself vigorously. The moans she made were soft and sweet, and they were the best part of the scene to him, as awesome as the rest of it was. Her pleasure seemed genuine and as she brought herself along, he believed the impending orgasm was real. When she came, she doubled over, her hips bucking and shuddering. She cried out over and over, wheezing a little as she drew in each breath. As her orgasm subsided, she looked at the camera and he smile was joyous, welcoming and one of satisfaction.

Markus sat back again, and his cock was still throbbing. He still hadn't come yet, and his member seemed to yell at him, 'Another! Another!” but he wanted to resolve this a little in his mind. It was beyond an understatement to say Brooke was obviously comfortable with her body and seemed to really enjoy showing it off. There were times in that solo video where she seemed genuinely happy to have a camera capturing her nakedness to the world, and in such a public setting. She was a Performer, after all, and it could all just be an act, and acting was part of her profession, and he only knew her a couple of days, so he didn't really know her. But there was enough that he had seen in their interactions, all in totally “why would I lie” situations, to get a sense of when she was being sincere. That made him lean towards her love of exhibitionism to be genuine. Which led to him thinking of the scene with Tommy. There was only seven minutes of really good footage, so anything that wasn't perfect about the scene was edited out, but again, everything about it seemed to show her fully enjoying her coupling with Tommy being broadcast to the world.

This conclusion led to a realization on Markus' part, that he thrilled at her exhibitionism, that it got him off to know that she got off by it. It was a weird, vicarious exhibitionism-by-proxy feeling that ran through his mind, and if she liked doing it, and wanted him to watch her doing it, then it only heightened his arousal to know this truth. Had he stumbled across her videos on his own, he would have watched them anyway without question, but knowing the performer, having that connection with her and then seeing her videos? His excitement had easily increased tenfold. It also helped that she looked to be amazing in the sack; she certainly wasn't a Pillow Princess, and he just wanted to watch more of her with other people. All this led to him acquiescing to his throbbing cock and playing more videos.

The next video was Brooke with another male performer named Lance. No last name, just Lance, and by what he was packing inside his shorts, he didn't need a last name. He did a double-take when it came into view and thought to himself, 'she's going to take that thing? You can see it from space!' But his incredulity was quickly replaced by impatience, wanting to see the acts the video was there for. Brooke lovingly went down on Lance, bringing him to full hardness, and Markus thought Lance's hands and feet were probably numb from all the blood being directed to his giant member. She looked up at him with desire and a hint of warmth as she played with his cock using her hands and mouth, and when she pushed him down onto his back to ride him cowgirl and she sank down onto him, he didn't hear Brooke's on-screen moan as his own breath came out in a loud, shuddering groan.

This video had on-set audio this time, unlike the Tommy video, and he could hear both Brooke and Lance. One thing that came across in this, and other videos he watched, was that Brooke was a talker. Most other girls he would watch would moan the same thing over and over. Brooke instead had a tendency to talk dirty through the performance, if she wasn't using her mouth for other things. That set her apart from most other performers, but also solidified his belief that she truly loved doing what she did. How could she be a reluctant participant if she's aggressively and exuberantly growling to Lance to, “fuck my pussy with that big cock, and then you're gonna slide it into my ass”? I meant someone could just be acting, but everything about how Brooke said it, it was like she really meant it.

When Lance finally pulled out of Brooke and shot his load all over her tits, that sent Markus over the edge. He had a towel beside him, and he grabbed it in time to cover the end of his cock. He spurted over and over into the terrycloth while his shoulders undulated against the chairback. His ass was lifted off the seat, and the backs off his thighs were all that were in contact with the bottom of the chair, as his body was ramrod straight through his orgasm's completion. When it subsided, he relaxed and lowered back down into the chair, breathing deeply and looking at the thumbnails for the next suggested videos.

Ordinarily, if he had just rubbed one out, he would be cleaning himself up, grabbing a snack from the kitchen and going to watch some TV. No, that wouldn't be happening this evening. Markus was still very aroused, his orgasm doing very little to satiate his need to see more of Brooke. He spent hours watching her. Here was another scene with Tommy, this time a more conventional video at full speed with sound, and Brooke urging him on, and screaming when he made her cum on his cock, then to another video, this one a girl-girl one with a blonde girl under a waterfall in a jungle, starting with a long make-out scene with much deep kissing and their hands fondling each other's gorgeous curves. And then another video, this time boy-girl, but with a new performer. This guy looked like he just graduated from high school, and Brooke's dirty talk in this one, while she wasn't dominating the guy, well, she was definitely leading the charge. This one had plenty of position changes, and if the kid wasn't a man when he showed up to the set, Brooke definitely made him one by the end of the shoot.

The videos all kind of blended into each other as he voraciously consumed as much of Brooke's content as he could. There were almost-duplicates of some videos, showing scenes he'd already watched, but with a different edit and a clip or clips that weren't in the previously watched one, which made him thrill at the bonus content. All the while he was slowly stroking himself. Not quite edging, but he was waiting for that one scene, that one shot that would make him really lose it and want to stroke hard when he found it.

It was when he clicked on the GIFs tab, that he found it. In all the mostly six-and ten-second loops grabbed from the various videos, there was one three-second file, a silent one slowed down a little, taken from one of her solo scenes. She was nude, on her back and slumped on a couch, her legs drawn up and spread wide, her right hand holding her left breast while her left hand was down between her legs, her fingers making an upside down 'victory' sign as they held open her pussy lips and exposing her depths. The clip started with her flexing her shoulders to push her breasts toward the camera before she fell back to the couch, and then...

Her eyes.

Those gorgeous, expressive hazel eyes, with a smouldering, slightly-glazed, come-fuck-me stare at the camera.

Her eyes were speaking to him. Him. Markus Collins. He could hear her voice in his mind, through her gaze.

“Look, Markus. This is yours. All yours. Come. Take it. Take me.”

The voice in his head, her voice, even though only imagined, was too much. His hand tightened it's grip on himself and flew up and down his shaft. His body resumed it's stiff, plank-like rigidity from his first orgasm. His eyelids fluttered and his eyes rolled back, as his head lolled over the chairback.

“NYAHHHH!” he called out as his climax crested, and rope after rope of thick cum shot out of his cock. He panted hard between groans. The hand on his cock alternated between tightly gripping and slight stroking while his orgasm washed over him, trying to draw as much pleasure from himself as possible. He stopped breathing for a short spell, the intense sensations from his orgasm even affecting that most basic, bodily function. Until at last he was spent. He felt the last exhausted mini-eruption splash inertly on his fingers, he collapsed back on the chair, his right hand holding his still-hard member, his left hand on the armrest of the chair, his eyes still closed as he revelled in the post-orgasmic glow. And then something occurred to him...

Hang on.

Left hand on the armrest. No towel.

Where's the towel?

Oh, no.

He opened his eyes, and he was horrified by what he saw,

Cum. Everywhere.

It was on the desk, it was on the keyboard, it was on the monitor, it was on the wall behind the monitor... how the fuck did it get that high up on the wall... at least it didn't hit the ceiling... it was on papers and documents he had on his desk. If it was in the firing line of his cock, it was painted in his thick seed.

“... fuck me...” he grumbled to himself as he grabbed disinfectant wipes and paper towels from under his kitchen sink and began the clean up operation. “Great way to kill the vibe, dickhead,” He muttered while getting ever last surface on and around his workspace clean. He'd have to copy or re-print the papers he got cum on. He was supremely pissed off a himself for the need to clean up, but he finished after what probably wasn't a long period of time, but seemed to him like forever, and put away the cleaning supplies. He then stood in the kitchen, but despite the impromptu spring cleaning, he still couldn't get Brooke off his mind.

He looked at the clock, and saw it was ten minutes to midnight. Late, but against his better judgment, he reached for his phone. She said she was busy tonight, but maybe she's done being busy, or has time to get in a quick call. He had to hear her voice.

He pulled up her contact in his phone and hit “Call”. The phone rang three times, and halfway through the fourth, she picked up.

“Hello?” Brooke's voice was groggy. Shit, he woke her up. Woke her up? On a Saturday night? What was a gorgeous woman like her doing at home on a Saturday night? Sleeping, no less. He shook it off.

“Hi Brooke, it's Markus.” There was the briefest moments of non-comprehension on the other end as Brooke fought her way to wakefulness. And then her voice warmed up noticeably, although the grogginess was still there.

“Markus, hi! Glad to hear your voice. Two days for you to call me? You really are making me work for it.”

He blushed on the other end of the phone, “Well, you said you were busy Friday and Saturday, and I didn't know how busy, plus, I got a new project at work and...” He was babbling. He sighed angrily at himself.

Brooke interrupted him, he voice tinged in concern, “Markus, do you have to cancel our date for tonight?”

Markus was mortified that she had that impression, “No! Nonono... We are definitely still on for tonight. I'm really looking forward to it. It's just that... uhhh... I just ...watched all your videos.” His nuclear family upbringing made him blush and stammer at the admission to a woman that he watched porn. Even if it was to a porn star, of her own content.

“All my videos? That would explain the two days.”

He winced and sighed again. He was nervous and had no idea what he was going to say to her even before he dialed, and hearing her voice took away almost all cognitive function. The humor kicked in almost as a fail-safe, “Well I got through the mainstream stuff. There were a couple trapeze acts and some scenes with the Easter Bunny I didn't get to.”

“Well, those are on my website behind a paywall.” she joked right back. Maybe she liked keeping him off-balance. Markus didn't care at all if she did. Her voice had a narcotic effect on him. He laughed and then they were both quiet for a second.

“Markus?”

“Yeah?”

She purred the next line into the phone, “What did you think?”

Markus breathed deeply, audibly, before answering, “Brooke, you are incredible. Absolutely incredible. I can't get enough of you.”

He could hear her purr on the other end again, “Good answer.”

“Look,” he said after a moment, “I'm sorry to have woken you. I shouldn't have called this late, but I really... I just needed to hear your voice. Go, get some sleep, I don't know if I will be able to, but you should go back to bed. I will see you tonight, and I can't wait.”

She smiled on the other end, he could hear it, “Okay, good night, Markus, and I can't wait either.”

He hung up the phone, and was glad it was now Sunday morning. He was definitely going to be sleeping in, because he wasn't going to be falling asleep any time soon.

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