It Takes Two (Blindfold Club 0.50)

There was no way this guy was the director, he looked the same age as me. He had on flip-flops, cargo shorts and a polo shirt. Preppy, hot asshole, in the flesh.

Oh, good lord, who was this? I was annoyed at my body’s response to him. He looked good, even though I didn’t want him to. He pulled the aviator sunglasses down from his face, giving me a peek at his deep brown eyes. Wait a minute, was this who I was performing with? Kimberly hadn’t said who, specifically, and neither had Scott. All he’d said was he thought we’d have a great time.

Both men were really attractive, and I’d only known Scott for two minutes, but in my flustered state, I’d cling to what I knew.

“You’re running late,” Kimberly said.

“I guess you didn’t get my text. Sorry.” The guy ran a hand through his almond-colored hair. “Traffic.”

“Ben,” she said, gesturing to us, “this is Nina and Scott. Scott does regular work for us, but she’s new like you.”

Ben’s attention turned to me. I felt like a piece of meat under his heated scrutiny, but I also begrudgingly liked it. His appreciative stare was a needed confidence boost, like a pregame pep talk.

“You mind if we head straight back?” she said. He shook his head, his gaze never leaving mine. Good God, was the air conditioning working in this office?

“Okay, uh . . .” I said, unable to contain it. “I’m confused. Which guy am I with?”

“Shit, Kim.” Scott’s tone was annoyed. “You didn’t tell her?”

Chapter Two

Kimberly scowled. “She said she was up for multiples.” She sighed and gave me her full attention. “It’s both guys. Ben auditioned for us once before but he had an issue performing . . . I think having Scott there will help. But if it doesn’t work out with Ben, we’ll still have footage to use.”

Oh. My. God.

“Jesus,” Scott groaned. “You’re gonna spring that on her thirty seconds before we get on set?”

She tried to hide her guilty expression and pushed her bangs out of her eyes. “You think it’s a hardship to have two willing cocks?”

Everyone’s eyes were on me, waiting to see my reaction. I didn’t know it was possible to simultaneously be so thrilled and terrified. Both men. I was going to have both of these sexy guys at once.

“Girl, if you don’t want to, that’s no problem,” she continued. “You can just pick one and we’ll shoot a standard.”

Both men hesitated. I didn’t think either of them liked the idea of losing out, and how the fuck was I supposed to pick?

Ben’s handsome face skewed with fleeting embarrassment. “There won’t be any issues this time, I promise.”

I’d never been with two at once, but holy hell, I’d fantasized about it. When I’d filled out the questionnaire for the studio on what I was willing to shoot, I’d gotten turned on just writing it down. But it sounded like more work to please two guys at once. “Does it pay extra?”

“It does, and you should know,” her eyes gleamed mischievously, “two means twice the fun.”

I pressed my knees together, containing the rush that moved through me. I wasn’t going to live with regret at turning the opportunity down, and God knew I needed the money. “You don’t have to sell me on it.” My voice was tight, but strong. “I’m up for both.”

Kimberly beamed. “I’d hoped you’d say that when you saw them.”

Scott’s face took a dark cast, like he wasn’t pleased with Kimberly’s manipulation.

My legs were jelly as I followed the group down the hall and through the doorway. Two diffused lights were suspended in each corner of the far wall, casting light into the room and on the main feature . . . the bed. It was king-size, made neatly with a white, fluffy comforter and a stack of pillows leaning against the headboard.

It was surreal to turn the corner from the office into a set that looked like a hotel bedroom, down to the nightstands with matching lamps. Well, except for the lighting and the sophisticated cameras on tripods. One on all three sides of the bed.

Kimberly went to a table in the back and picked up a handheld camera. “Nina, have a seat on the bed and get comfortable. I like to start with a short interview so both the guys and the viewers can get to know you better.”

The bed was soft and I sank down into it, my gaze fixed on her. It was becoming clear that the director wasn’t late . . . she was already here. The feminist in me was both pleased that a woman stood at the helm of the studio, and also annoyed that I’d assumed the director would be male. Very little of this day had gone as I expected, and the camera wasn’t even rolling yet.

The bed jostled as the guys sat on either side of me. Ben, on my right, sat a comfortable distance, but Scott was much closer. He leaned back casually on his arms, so one of his hands was behind me, his right leg up against my thigh. Not to be outdone, Ben slid closer. Every inch of my body was hyper aware of the two men who seemed to be circling before attack.

“When you get close,” Scott said to Ben, “you let me know by putting your hand on her throat.”