Free Debutante by Madeline Moore

tapped Paul on his shoulder.
    Camera two moved in for the money shot.
    Kara threw her head back. ‘Yes! Yes! Fuck!’
    Gary slowed a little more, thrusting at an even, medium pace.
    Kara ground her ass against his crotch at the end of each stroke. She pounded the sofa with her fists. Tears flowed. Her mouth hung open, loose and wet, as her shrieks dropped to moans and her moans to little peeps of pleasure.
    â€˜OK, baby?’ Gary stroked her back.
    Kara nodded.
    â€˜OK, baby!’ Gary thrust hard and fast, three times, then gripped her hips with both hands and roared.
    Money shot, money shot
…
    Gary jerked his cock from Kara’s ass and slapped it onto her back where it pulsed, spewing cream with each one.
    â€˜I … I love you, Mrs Bottomsby,’ he said.
    His cock slid off her back and drooped between his legs. He pressed his chest to her back. He licked the sweat from the right side of her neck.
    Kara turned her head. ‘I love you too, Mr Bottomsby,’ she said.
    They kissed.
    And kissed.
    And kissed.
    â€˜Cut,’ said Luke.
    The cameras stopped filming; the sound stopped rolling.
    Kara and Gary stopped kissing.
    Marion stepped forwards. ‘Kara, are you … are you OK?’
    Kara frowned.
    â€˜Yeah,’ said Luke. ‘Because you did say you didn’t want to do anything too kinky. So, I mean, I know you knew what the script was about but if you weren’t comfortable I need you to let me know right now and I’ll make sure it never happens again.’
    Kara and Gary collapsed on the sullied wedding dress, laughing like idiots.
    Kara managed to sputter, ‘Luke, honey, anal sex doesn’t count as kinky.’ She wiped her face on Gary’s chest hair. ‘Gary and I fuck like that all the time!’

Chapter Ten
    Emily remained standing on the bus while Luke and Tony took seats. It wasn’t a case of them not offering her a free seat. Em was wearing a white summer power suit made of one hundred per cent linen, a ‘stand-up’ suit. She’d sit when they got to the meeting. She glanced down at her platform peep-toe sandals. There was that toe cleavage Luke had taught her about. Her legs were white; she hadn’t been willing to risk a fake tan and lounging in the sun was not on the cards for this particular summer. Still, pale though they may be, they were long and her ankles were, or so she’d been told, delicate. A light pink cami, in keeping with the season’s mania for pastels, completed her look. She wore very little make-up. It was the paradox of sexy and lovely that she wanted to sell so she’d decided to start making the point the moment she entered the meeting.
    Essentially, it was vital that Tony’s uncle, Vito Manero, buy their set of six short porn movies. Em could only hope Tony really was on their side and hadn’t told his uncle how desperately the fledgling porn company needed money. They could shoot as many sexy little movies as they wanted and it would do them no good without distribution.
    It was the last Friday in July. Only Luke remained in school, learning how to shoot sixty-second commercials and sports events during the day and directing NAIL
short porn flicks at night.
    A few of the cast and crew had left when the school year ended, but Luke and his roommates had stayed in their big house close to the campus. They always did, since they had to pay rent on their rooms during the summer months anyway, or lose them. This summer, however, most of them worked full-time for NAIL, instead of finding secure jobs. Even those who’d left had been asked to return on 1st August for a blitz of production before the first semester of their final year commenced. So everyone involved with NAIL was making a leap of faith and Emily was fully, achingly aware of the risk.
    Emily waitressed at Bailey’s
six nights a week. She worked on NAIL six days a week. True to his word, Blaine had handed Emily a