Chapter 17: The Studio Pitch
The heat hit her first, a dry California blast that smelled of hot asphalt and jacaranda blossoms. Cherry stepped out of the black SUV, her burgundy dress catching the afternoon sun like a struck match. The hem flirted just above her knees, the thin straps leaving her shoulders bare, and she'd forgone panties entirely on the flight down, a small gift to herself for making it through three hours of economy-class turbulence.
Brad Kowalski was already waiting by the warehouse door, a rangy man in his forties with silver at his temples and the eager grin of a kid who'd found a new toy. He wore jeans and a black Neon Palace Studios polo, and he moved toward her with the easy confidence of someone who spent his life around naked people.
"Cherry Valentine," he said, extending a hand. His grip was warm, a touch lingering. "I've seen your work. And by work, I mean that firehouse article. Jesus Christ, that thing's got more hits than our flagship releases."
She laughed, letting her fingers drag against his palm before releasing. "The firefighters were very cooperative subjects."
"I bet they were. Come on inside, the team's dying to meet you."
The warehouse door slid open on well-oiled tracks, and the temperature shifted from dry heat to something warmer, muskier, thick with the ghost of sweat and sex. The space was cavernous, a cathedral of black curtains and gaffer tape. Scattered light rigs stood at attention like chrome soldiers, and the main set dominated the center of the floor: a faux living room with a worn leather couch, a coffee table sticky with prop rings, and a massive bed pushed against one wall, its sheets rumpled from the morning's work.
The five men lounging on the couch straightened as she approached, and Cherry felt the familiar electric hum start in her belly. She recognized them all from the screen, from her endless marathon sessions of Cumming Home. Vinny, the dark-haired Italian with the perpetual five o'clock shadow, lifted his chin in acknowledgment. Rico, lean and golden-skinned, stretched like a cat. Dex, broad-shouldered and freckled, grinned at her with crooked teeth. Cletus, the big country boy with the handlebar mustache, tipped an imaginary hat. And Kai, the youngest, all smooth brown skin and hungry eyes, sat forward with his elbows on his knees.
"Well, well," Kai said. "She's even prettier in person."
Cherry's dress rustled as she moved toward them. "I've watched all of you. Multiple times. I have opinions."
Rico laughed. "All good ones, I hope."
"Mostly good. Dex, you rushed that third scene in season two. You needed to slow down, build the tension."
Dex's grin widened. "Noted. Want to see if I've improved?"
Brad clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention. "Before we get into contracts and pilot episodes, I want to make sure you're a fit for the brand. We do a chemistry test with all our talent. Standard procedure. You see the people on screen, you want to make sure your off-screen energy matches."
Cherry tilted her head, a smile playing at her lips. "A chemistry test. That sounds very professional."
"Very professional," Vinny confirmed, his voice rough like gravel. "We take it very seriously."
"Okay," she said, and she reached behind her neck to unclasp the burgundy dress. It slid down her body with a whisper of silk, pooling at her feet. She stood naked before them, the warehouse lights warm on her skin, her large breasts heavy and full, her nipples already tightened by the sudden exposure. The gold chain around her neck caught the light, drawing their eyes down to the dark blonde triangle between her thighs. "How do we begin?"
Kai was on his feet first, crossing the space between them in three long strides. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, deep and claiming, his tongue sliding against hers. Cherry melted into it, her hands finding his hips, pulling him closer. She felt his cock stirring against her belly through his jeans, and she let out a soft moan.
"Christ, she's eager," Cletus drawled from the couch. "I like that."
Dex was behind her a moment later, his hands sliding over her hips, up her sides, cupping her breasts. His thumbs found her nipples and rolled them between calloused fingers. Cherry arched back against him, breaking the kiss with Kai to gasp.
The others rose from the couch like a single organism. Vinny moved to her right, shrugging off his shirt to reveal a mat of dark chest hair. Rico circled to her left, his hands already working his belt. Cherry's head turned, trying to track all of them at once, her body responding to every touch, every brush of skin.
"You guys do this for all your new talent?" she asked, her voice breathless.
"Only the ones we like," Vinny said. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, already thick and half-hard. He stroked it lazily, watching her. "You want to say hello?"
Cherry dropped to her knees without hesitation, the concrete floor cool against her shins. She took Vinny in her mouth, and he was bigger than she'd imagined, a thick slab of meat that filled her mouth to the root. She tasted salt and musk, the remnants of the morning's shoot. Her tongue traced the vein along the underside as she bobbed her head, and Vinny's hands found her hair, guiding her rhythm.
Behind her, Dex had shed his own jeans and was kneeling, his hands spreading her ass cheeks. She felt his tongue against her cunt, broad and flat, licking from her clit to her asshole in one long stroke. She moaned around Vinny's cock, her hips pushing back against Dex's face.
"You taste like a wet dream," Dex mumbled against her skin. "Fuck, Cherry."
Kai moved in front of her, his cock bobbing at eye level as he jerked himself. "Sharing tonight, Vinny? Or you gotta be greedy?"
Vinny pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop. "She wants us all. Look at her, she's already making the rounds."
Cherry turned her head, taking Kai's cock next. He was slimmer than Vinny, but longer, reaching the back of her throat with an easy pressure. She gagged slightly, then relaxed, taking him deeper. Her hand wrapped around Vinny's shaft, pumping him as she sucked Kai.
Cletus and Rico closed in behind her, and she felt hands on her shoulders, guiding her position. Dex had moved aside to make room, and now Rico's hands gripped her hips, pulling her up onto her knees. She kept her mouth on Kai as Rico positioned himself at her entrance.
"You ready for me, sweetheart?" Rico asked.
Cherry hummed her assent around Kai's cock, and Rico drove in hard.
The sudden fullness made her cry out, a muffled scream against Kai's shaft. Rico's cock was curved just right, hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. He fucked her with a steady rhythm, his hips slapping against her ass, and each thrust pushed her mouth farther down Kai's length.
"Goddamn," Kai groaned. "She's got a throat like a fucking vacuum. She's taking all of me."
Cletus moved around to her left, his massive country-boy frame casting a shadow. He was stroking himself, his cock thick as a fire extinguisher, and Cherry eyed it with a mixture of anticipation and hunger. He held it at her lips, waiting for Kai to pull out.
"Don't forget about me, darlin'," Cletus said.
Kai withdrew, and Cherry immediately opened her mouth for Cletus. He was the biggest of the five, so thick that she had to concentrate just to get her lips around him. She used her hand to guide the rest, working her tongue along the underside while her jaw stretched wide.
Rico was pounding her from behind now, relentless, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. She could feel the wet sounds of her own arousal, the slickness coating her thighs. She was sopping wet, dripping down Rico's shaft as he fucked her.
"Brad," she managed, pulling off Cletus just long enough to speak. "Is this standard studio protocol?"
Brad had moved closer, watching the show with open appreciation. He was leaning against a light rig, one hand in his pocket. "Part of the onboarding process," he confirmed. "You're doing great. Taking direction well."
"Mmm," she said, and took Cletus back into her mouth.
Dex had reappeared, his cock bobbing in front of her face as Cletus fucked her throat. She took them in turns, one then the other, her hands working whichever one wasn't in her mouth. Her jaw ached and her throat burned, but she loved it, loved the feeling of being surrounded, used, wanted.
Rico came with a shout, his cock pulsing inside her. She felt the hot flood of his release, the way he jerked and spasmed against her, and she moaned around Cletus's shaft. Rico pulled out, his cum leaking down her thighs, and Dex took his place, sinking into her slick cunt without preamble.
"Fuck, you're loose and tight at the same time," Dex groaned. "Like you were made for this."
"I was," Cherry gasped, pulling off Cletus. "Made for cock. Made for all of you."
Cletus grunted, stroking himself faster. "Where do you want it, darlin'? Inside or out?"
"Inside. Fuck my ass, I want all of you inside me."
Cletus moved behind her, and Dex pulled out to make room. Cherry felt Cletus's massive cock pressing against her asshole, the blunt head pushing against the tight ring of muscle. She relaxed, breathing through it, and he sank in inch by agonizing inch.
"Jesus Christ," Cletus moaned. "She's tight as a drum back here."
"When was the last time you were fucked in the ass?" Kai asked, kneeling in front of her again.
"Yesterday," she admitted. "Three movers. They had a claim on my new apartment."
The men laughed, a chorus of appreciation. Cletus bottomed out inside her, and she felt impossibly full, his thick cock stretching her ass to its limits. He started to move, slow and deep, and Cherry reached out to steady herself on Kai's thighs.
"Now you're really earning that contract," Vinny said, stroking himself where he stood. "Goddamn, look at her take it."
Cherry's mind was a haze of pleasure. Cletus's cock in her ass, Kai's cock in her mouth, and the knowledge that Vinny and Dex were waiting, watching, stroking themselves. She was surrounded, enveloped, the center of a hungry orbit.
Dex moved to the side, lining himself up with her cunt. He pushed in alongside Cletus, the two of them filling her completely, her walls stretched around both shafts. Cherry screamed around Kai's cock, a raw throaty sound of pure pleasure.
"I've never, oh god, oh fuck," she babbled when Kai pulled out. "That's, you're, oh my god."
"You like being double-stuffed?" Dex asked, his voice strained as he fucked her.
"Yes, yes, I love it, fuck me, both of you, don't stop, please don't stop."
They didn't stop. Dex and Cletus moved in counterpoint, one thrusting as the other pulled out, a relentless rhythm that had Cherry trembling on her knees. She lost track of whose cock was where, only aware of the overwhelming fullness, the constant stimulation.
Vinny moved in front of her, his cock in his hand. "Open up."
She opened her mouth, and he slid inside, tip to root. She gagged, but he was gentle, letting her adjust before he started to thrust. She was being fucked in all three holes, spit-roasted between them, and she'd never felt more alive.
"You're doing so well," Vinny grunted. "Just like a good little star."
Cherry's orgasm built like a wave, cresting and crashing without warning. She screamed around Vinny's cock, her body convulsing, her cunt clenching around Dex and her ass clamping down on Cletus. The men groaned at the sudden tightness.
"Fuck, she's coming," Cletus said. "Squeezing me like a goddamn fist."
"Let it out," Vinny said. "Come all over our cocks, beautiful."
She did, her orgasm ripping through her in waves, each one triggered by another thrust. Her vision went white, and she heard herself making sounds she didn't recognize, raw and animal.
When the trembling subsided, she was panting, her forehead resting against Vinny's thigh. Dex and Cletus pulled out slowly, and she felt empty, a hollow ache where they'd been.
"Stand up," Kai said, his voice thick. "I want you on the couch."
She rose on shaky legs, and Kai took her hand, guiding her to the leather couch. She sat down, and he positioned himself over her, his cock at her entrance. She was so wet, so slick from her orgasm and their cum, that he slid in easily.
"Look at me," he said, and she did, his dark eyes locked on hers. "You're going to be the star of this studio. I can feel it."
He fucked her with a steady rhythm, his body pressing her into the couch cushions. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he groaned, his face buried in her neck.
"You feel incredible," he murmured against her skin. "Like you were made for this."
"I was," she said again, cupping her own breasts, pushing them up. "Every part of me was made for cock, for being fucked, for being filled."
Kai's rhythm grew frantic, his hips slamming into hers. She could feel his cock pulsing inside her, and she clenched down, milking him.
"Come inside me," she whispered. "Fill me up."
He came with a shout, his body shuddering against hers. She felt his hot release flooding her, and she pulled him closer, holding him through it.
When he finally pulled out, his cum leaked down her thighs, mixing with what was already there. The five men surrounded her, their cocks glistening, some satisfied, some still hard and hungry.
Vinny was still fully erect. "Not done with you yet, sweetheart."
Cherry laughed, lying back on the couch. "Then don't be done. I've got all day."
"Is that right?" Brad's voice came from somewhere to her left. He'd moved closer, his polo shirt untucked. "Because I've got a contract in my office that says exactly that. You're going to be very busy, Cherry Valentine. Very, very busy."
She looked at him, all the men, the worn leather couch beneath her, the rumpled bed across the room, and she smiled, wide and genuine.
"Then let's not waste any more time with paperwork."