Entitled

The car this guy sent to collect is ridiculous and shows he has more money than sense. I have the address of where I'm going but no name.

When I search the address, it's private, so I can't even find out who it is. There are drinks and snacks, and I'm not about to dip my hand in that cookie jar and be charged for it.

I have a feeling if I touch anything, despite the driver telling me I could, that this guy will use it against me going forward.

The car stops and the door is open for me, I look up at the building.

"Go in, Miss. Explain to the front desk why you're here," the driver nods at me and steps back.

Oh great, so now I need to go in and say what? Hi, posh receptionist, I'm Bunny Wild, a p**n star. Mr Big Shot is expecting my company for an hour.

Rolling my eyes, I walk in, and the woman glances at me.

"Name?" She asks.

"Bunny Wild," I reply and she sighs.

"You're here to see Mr Holloway, yes?" she asks, and I nod because I don't know who the hell I am here to see. "Good, now your name, please?" she asks.

"I said, Bunny Wild," is she deaf?

"Your real name, I need your real name," she insists.

"That's not happening," I reply. I don't give out my real name on jobs.

She stares me down but I smile back at her.

"I can't allow you access without your name!" She argues.

"I can't give you my name for privacy reasons," I state.

"You're making him late. Now can I have your name?" She glares at me, and I laugh.

Licking my lips, I lean over the counter. "My name is Bunny Wild. Now, if you insist on arguing over it, fine, but I was meant to start filming in one minute, so you're making me late. So when he complains, I will explain why his one hour was cut short," I say while smirking.

"Miss Long, what is the delay?" Another female walks over.

"She is refusing to give her name" Miss Long explains.

"I gave you my name repeatedly," I state. "You realise my contract with your boss states he can't ask for my personal information, and you're breaking it," I smile at her.

"Miss Long, I suggest you just put her name down as Bunny Wild and stop!" the woman snaps. "Mr Holloway is getting increasingly angry at the delay in her arrival!" She turns and walks away.

I turn and smile at Miss Long.

"Bunny Wild, please follow." The other woman shouts out to me, and I turn, following her up. She looks at me in disgust. I guess I'm hated. I can't help but smile at that; I don't care to be fair.

After years of working in the p**n industry, the dirty looks of strangers mean nothing.

The lift doors open, and I try not to gawp at the lavish room we step into. She walks forward and opens a door. "Wait in here for him," she orders.

I step in and she closes the door, my breath catches in my throat.

Shit. My stomach drops, the large bed is in the centre of the room, and hanging from the walls are whips, paddles, harnesses, ropes, restraints, everything. Everywhere I look, there's something.

St Andrews cross, spanking bench, suspension hooks.

Yeah, now is the time to leave. I've done these things before, but usually after we built up trust, not with a stranger. Then there is the fact this room is far more prominent than any other.

As I turn to leave, I hear movement.

"You're late," a rough voice says from behind a door. I watch as he steps out and walks towards me.

Oh, hell no, no, and no. This is Mr Pierce. I recognised him from the newspapers and articles, but the women said he was Mr Holloway.

"I'm confused, you're Mr Pierce, but your female helpers called your Holloway?" I don't get why.

"No questions, turn," he stands and waits. Sighing, I turn around and feel his eyes on my body. Mr Pierce is a wealthy man. Often showcased in articles with a different woman on his arm.

He's also known for his relationships ending quickly. He changes his women faster than the tyres on an F1 car are during a race. Still, he's hot; everyone votes for him as the hottest guy.

"You are even more stunning in life, Alexis," he says as he steps closer.

"Well, that's not news to me, Mr...What do I call you again?" I ask in a mocking tone.

"Mr Pierce is fine, Alexis, and I was simply complimenting your beauty," he says as he steps closer.

"Well, thank you. However, compliments don't pay bills, My Pierce, and considering you requested me personally, that already confirmed how you felt about my image," I state.

He chuckles and nods. "I did, and it is because of your stunning beauty that I requested you, or partly the reason. I like authentic women, realistic ones, without the fakeness in their bodies." His words send a shiver down my spine.

"Well, do you plan to waste all of your hour talking to me about my looks? You're wasting both our times," I say. I then realised how rude that was, but I don't do small talk. Never have I. He needs to make a move, and now, not later.

"I understand your rush, Alexis. Go straight to business so you can be over and done with this and leave." He steps closer and stands, looking at me. "However, we need to set the rules first, don't you think?" He asks, and I gawp.

Rules? What fucking rules, no one mentioned I would have rules. Unless he means a script, does he have a fantasy roleplay he wants to do? "You mean the script, right?" I ask again.

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Oh no, there will be no script." His words send a shiver down my body. My eyes glance around the room at the equipment. "I need your safeword, Alexis; now, don't tell me you don't have one or need it. I have some very sadistic tendencies, and all the women so far have failed to satisfy them, so you very well may need it," he speaks, and I gulp.

Okay, a safeword is fine. Totally fine. Shit, I peer around the room, I can't just walk out of this, I'm under contract. I need to stay.