05

I turn to look at him as I fasten my hair tie. His eyes dance over my fully-clothed body dreamily as if he is reminiscing. « Really ? »

His eyes bounce up to mine. « Really. »

I sigh. « There’s no way I can sneak back in. I’ll probably already get busted for spending so much time in here today. »

« I’ll make it worth your while. » He stares me in the eyes, giving me that sexy, sexy smile. « I promise. »

I know better than to give in, but it is so hard when he’s looking at me like that. « Mickey, I really can’t. You’re irresistible, really, but I can’t let you record us. »

« Why not ? »

« Because a hundred thousand people will see it. »

« Four hundred thousand, if I don’t tweet about it, » he says matter-of-factly with a playful grin. My heart drops at the thought. « Don’t disrespect my loyal fan base. »

I should know that, I’m part of it. « You’re not helping your case. »

« Penelope, » he growls. I never told him my name. I guess the dress he took off me did. I look down at the stupid cursive on the chest pocket. He steps forward and places his hands on my cheeks, tilting my head up so I look into his eyes. « I will do anything you want if you say ‘yes’. »

I feel myself blush again, and I hate myself for it. « I bet you say that to all the girls that slip and fall on your dick. »

He laughs and removes his hands to cover his mouth. He sighs and shakes his head at me. His wide smile makes his dark eyes squint slightly, making his handsome face look soft and kind. « Then how about this. I give you my number, and you text me when you change your mind in five minutes. »

I stifle my laugh and purse my lips at him to hide my smile. He is unbearably charming. I roll my eyes at him playfully, pull out my phone, unlock it, and hand it to him.

He smiles as he taps his information. I hear the sent message sound, followed by a chime. It looks like he has my number now too. He hands my phone back to me, then turns and leans towards the desk. « I’ll be back tonight around eight. » He holds a key card out to me. « You can come by anytime after that. »

I scoff. « You realize I never said ‘yes’, right ? »

He grins. « You realize you never said ‘no’ either, » he quips back. « Right ? »

He cocks an eyebrow and lifts the key card towards me once more. I hesitate for a few moments, but then take the key from his hand. He smiles as I turn to leave.

« See you tonight, Penelope, » he calls after me.

I leave the room, closing the door behind me, telling myself I won’t be coming back. But I know that’s a lie.

Going in through the back entrance of the hotel, my heart is pounding. I pull my hoodie as far over my face as possible and stare at the floor to avoid the cameras. As quickly as I can manage, I go down the hall and run into the elevator as a guest leaves. I swipe the card and press the button a million times to make the doors close.

Giving Mickey my phone turned out to be quite the mistake. He spent the whole day texting me until I agreed to come back and let him record us. I told him I wasn’t willing to show my face, and that he couldn’t use my real name, but neither seemed like problems to him. I couldn’t say no after that. He was already my favorite, and now that I met him, liked him, and fucked him, I was running back to him like a sprung idiot.

I knew this was a risk, but Mickey was a drug, and I was addicted. I had never had sex even close to as good as it was with him, and I wasn’t sure I ever would again. A deep, secret part of me wanted to have video evidence that this actually happened. Another, more superficial part, just wanted to do it again.

The elevator stops on the third floor and my heart sinks. The doors open and two familiar faces walk in : my boss, Terry, and Maria G. I immediately turn away and try not to scream. I stand as if I’m on the phone, and laugh a fake laugh, hoping they won’t talk to me. What am I doing ? I think. I work here. They’re going to recognize me.

My heart pounds in my ears, as I wait for the inevitable. They seem involved in their own conversation, but the seconds pass like minutes nonetheless. We stop at the next floor and when the doors open, they walk out, still talking among themselves. I pull my hood down over my eyes and let out a heavy sigh of relief.

The elevator stops on the top floor and I walk out. I go to Mickey’s room, take a deep breath, and use the keycard.

« Hey ! You made it ! » Mickey says when I walk in. He looks at me and gives me a wide, gleaming smile.

He is setting up a camera on a tripod at the edge of the bed. He’s shirtless, and his low-hung pants are unzipped and barely staying over the boxer briefs on his narrow hips. His smooth skin looks moisturized and touchable. My previous nervousness turns to excitement, my body coming alive with thoughts of what will happen soon. « Hi… » I remember to say when I realize I’ve been staring.

He gestures for me to come over to the desk. « I have to have you sign some paperwork. Consent forms, NDA’s and such. » He hands me a clipboard with four papers. « Please read everything, but basically, by signing you agree that I can use your imagery on my website, including nudity and explicit content. I marked through a portion to disallow the use of your face in order to protect your anonymity. » He points to the portions of the pages. « Be sure to initial those as well. »

My head is spinning, but he seemed so used to all this. I suppose it was his job, but he understood it on a very legal basis, more like a lawyer rather than an actor-slash-model. I was impressed. But mostly horny.

He hands me more pieces of paper. « These are my blood tests from earlier this week. This says I’m currently negative for all infectious diseases, but I’m required to tell you that I have been sexually active in the past two weeks, so the results may not be completely conclusive. » I nod, knowing full well how STI’s work. « I will still use a condom during all penetrative sex for your protection, but please be sure to review before signing the last sheet. »

Trying to keep up, I read through every paragraph and sign each sheet. I hand it back to him.

He grins. « Great. » He takes the papers from me and puts them on the desk next to his laptop. « I have two cameras. The DSLR on the tripod, set up in the general fucking zone, and my handheld here, » he holds up a nice, smaller camera with a short lens. « This one is for closer, more detailed shots. Things will probably be a bit slower so I can make sure the cameras are getting what I want. I hope you don’t mind. »

Slower only means more time with him inside me. I shake my head. « I don’t. »

« Good. Did you wear what I asked you to ? »

« Yes. » I lift the hoodie and pull down on the corner of my sweatpants to reveal the garter belt.