Chapter 4

Zy's POV

"Cutttttt!"

The sharp shout cut through the thick air in the room.

I froze under Grant’s mouth, his lips still sealed around my nipple, saliva shiny on my skin, my dress bunched at my waist, legs still open, pussy still throbbing from everything he had just done to me.

Cut?

What the fuck is going on?

Grant pulled back slowly, eyes narrowing, the same dark look still on his face but now mixed with something else.

Footsteps filled the room.

People stepped out from the shadows near the far wall, two men with cameras I had not even noticed, a woman holding a clipboard, another guy with headphones around his neck.

My heart slammed so hard I felt it in my throat.

I scrambled to pull my dress up, covering my wet tits, thighs sticky, the taste of him still in my mouth, the memory of his tongue on my clit still making my legs shake.

“What the hell is this?” I asked, voice cracking.

One of the camera guys laughed, not mean, just surprised.

“You are kidding, right? You walked in, dropped to your knees, sucked him off, came on his face, and you are asking what is going on?”.

The woman with the clipboard stepped closer, looking me up and down.

“Don't be silly sweetie? We are filming live p**n. This is a paid set. Are you not the girl who is supposed to get fucked today?”.

My stomach dropped so hard I felt sick.

"Live p**n?".

I stared at them, mouth open, the words not landing right.

Grant stood up fully, still hard, cock shiny from my earlier spit, and the look on his face changed from lust to pure shock.

“What the fuck did you just say? Isn't she the girl?” he snapped at the woman.

Before she could answer, the door opened again.

A tall woman walked in, long hair, full makeup, wearing a short robe that barely covered anything.

“Sorry I am late,” she said, breathless, glancing around. “Traffic was shit but I am ready now.”

Everyone turned to look at her.

Then they looked back at me.

Then back at her again.

The clipboard woman cursed under her breath.

“Oh my god. You are the real one.”

Grant’s head snapped toward me, eyes wide.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

He ran a hand through his hair, still breathing hard, still half hard, staring at me like he was seeing me for the first time.

“I just licked a total stranger,” he said, voice rising. “I just had a stranger’s pussy on my tongue. I just made a stranger come on my face. I let a stranger suck my cock and swallow. What the actual fuck?”.

The real actress raised an eyebrow, looking between us.

“Wait, how did she even get here?."

“Donno,” the camera guy said, almost laughing now. “She just walked in. We thought she was you because the lighting was low and she started without waiting for direction.”

I sat up fully on the bed, dress still messy, cheeks burning, wetness still between my legs feeling like evidence of every filthy thing I had just done.

My mind raced.

I came here to cry then I heard a sound.

I walked into the room, saw a man stroking his cock. I got on my knees.

I sucked him.

I came on his tongue. I let him suck my tits until I almost came again.

And the whole time people were watching.

Cameras were rolling.

This was p**n, fuck!!.

“You filmed that?” I asked, my voice small and sharp at the same time.

The clipboard woman shrugged

“We film everything once the camera is hot. You walked in, you performed, we kept rolling. It was hot as hell, by the way. Viewers are going to lose their minds when this drops.”

Grant turned on her.

“You let me eat out a girl who was not even supposed to be here?."

“You did not stop either,” she shot back. “You looked pretty happy with that sweet little cumslut title you gave her.”

My face burned hotter at the name.

Grant looked at me again, really looked, and his expression changed.

The shock was still there, but under it was the same hunger from before.

He stepped closer to the bed, ignoring the crew for a second.

“What is your name?” he asked, quieter now.

“Zy,” I said.

“Zy,” he repeated, like he was tasting it. “You walked into a live p**n set, sucked my cock like you were born for it, came on my tongue, let me suck your tits raw, and then begged me to fuck you.”

I swallowed.

“I did not know.”

“I know you did not know,” he said. “That is the problem. And also the hottest fucking part.”

The real actress crossed her arms.

“So what now? Do I still shoot or is the scene already ruined?”

One of the camera guys shook his head.

“The scene with her is gold. We can cut a different scene with you later. This stranger thing is going to trend.”

Grant kept his eyes on me.

He reached into the pocket of the pants he had thrown on the floor earlier, pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and held it out.

“Put your number in.”

I stared at the phone.

“What?”

“Put your number in,” he repeated, voice low and sure. “You are officially my pornmate now.”

The word hit me harder than the earlier name.

Pornmate!!.

My pussy throbbed once, traitorously, even while my brain screamed that this was insane.

“You just said you do not fuck strangers,” I whispered.

“I said I do not fuck strangers with my dick on the first meeting,” he corrected. “I never said I would not keep one. You already had my cum in your throat and my mouth on your cunt. We are past stranger.”

Banter rose from the crew.

The clipboard woman snorted.

“Look at him, already claiming the accidental girl.”

The real actress laughed under her breath.

“At least someone is having a productive day.”

Grant ignored them.

He kept the phone out.

I took it with slightly shaking fingers and typed my number in.

He saved it under the name Sweet Little Cumslut, showed me the screen, and smirked.

“There. Official.”

He leaned down so only I could hear the next part.

“Next time I see you, I might still not fuck you right away, but I am going to make you come so many times till you forget how to walk home.”

My chest tightened.

The reason I came to this house in the first place was to cry, not this!! Fuck!!.

I stood up on unsteady legs, fixed my dress as best as I could, and walked toward the door without looking at the cameras again.

The crew kept talking behind me, already planning how to title the video.

Grant’s voice followed me.

“Text me when you get home, Zy. I want to know you made it.”

I did not answer.

I just left the room, walked down the hall, and stepped outside into the bright afternoon light that felt completely wrong after the dark heat of that bedroom.

My phone buzzed in my hand before I even reached the street.

I looked down.

Aunt Molly.

The message was short and already open.

Aunty Molly: What is the meaning of what your brother said?

I stopped walking.

My heart climbed into my throat.

Brother? What brother What did he say? Fuck I forgot I have a brother who watches p**n, oh my god!!.

I stared at the mes

sage, the taste of Grant still in my mouth, the ache still between my legs, the name sweet little cumslut still ringing in my head, and the new word pornmate sitting heavy in my chest.