on time?” I joke, smirking at the man I simply can’t see as my boss, even if he is signing my paychecks these days.
When Hunter called me a few months ago and told me he was starting a gay porn studio focusing on kink here in Vegas, I thought he was crazy. But I figured taking the consulting job he was offering was as good of an excuse as any to get out of New York and have a fresh start in a whole new state. I just wish I’d realized how god-awfully hot it is out here.
“We were just discussing what kinks we already have experience with and what we’re most excited to try on-screen,” Glam explains, leaning forward to shoot me a flirty smile.
“Cool.” I’m not entirely sure why Hunter wanted me here this morning. I get why he wants the models to bond. They’re going to be doing scenes and having sex with each other, so a level of comfort is important for safety as well as for the quality of the final product. But I’m nothing more than a kink consultant. “I guess talking about everyone’s kink is better than trust falls or some shit.”
Byron, one of the models, laughs, a loud snort coming through his nose. His cheeks turn pink, and he slaps a hand over his mouth. “Sorry,” he mutters.
“Please, that was adorable,” Ian assures him.
Hunter calls everyone’s attention back, and I take a second to assess the group he’s assembled to get this studio off the ground. They all have the look, that’s for sure. The subs are cute and sweet, and the Doms are all typical Doms. I’d like to talk to him about finding men to break those stereotypes down the road, but these guys will do to start with. Although who knows if there will be a “down the road.” Not that I don’t think the studio will do well. It has the backing of the Ballsy Boys after all, so I’m sure it’ll do great. But I only committed to being here for six months. Whether I’ll decide to stay past that...well, time will tell.
Ziggy
I didn’t expect Marshall to have a sense of humor. I mean, come on, he looks like Jason Statham, for fuck’s sake. Hot, but in a badass, aloof way that radiates he’s miles above everyone else. Not that he wants to be, don’t get me wrong. It’s the difference between arrogance—which I detest—and being innate cool. He’s the latter.
But god help me, he has a sense of humor too, and that’s always been my weakness. I can resist charm or a smoking hot body, lord knows I have, but the looks combined with a sense of humor? It’s my kryptonite. Which doesn’t bode well, since it’s technically my first day on the job, and I’m supposed to make a good impression. Thank fuck he’s only a consultant and not someone I have to do scenes with. Otherwise, things could get awkward fast. For someone who is as fabulous as me, I sure major in awkward situations. Sigh.
“Would that work for you, Byron?” Daddy says, and oh boy, I must’ve tuned out because I have no idea what I would or would not be agreeing to.
“Be the main star in the Experimenting with Kink series,” Glam whispers, and I could kiss him for that.
“Sure,” I agree.
Daddy studies me with narrowed eyes for a few moments, maybe to make sure I actually know what I’m agreeing to. I can’t blame him, since I clearly wasn’t paying attention. “Okay,” he says finally. “You’ll be paired with Harley for the whole series, so I suggest you two get to know each other before the first scene. He’s an experienced Dom, so you’re in good hands, Byron.”
I nod, then steal a glance at Harley, who is leaning back in his chair, observing everyone. When he catches me looking at him, he winks, and my mouth pulls up in a cheeky grin as I wink back.
He and I will get along just fine. I kinda like that he’s an experienced Dom. That means no entanglements. A pro. He must’ve had inexperienced subs plenty of times, though maybe not on camera, and he’s used to hit-and-run meetups, or whatever they call that in the scene he’s from. That makes it purely physical, and that sounds hella good right now.
No relationships for me, thank you very much. I’m still digging my way out of the hole the last one shoved me in. But