Twenty-three-year-old Allie has had enough of playing the broke college student. So when her best friend Jaz suggests taking on a role of an extra in lesbian anal porn, Allie sees it as easy money.
But the stakes get higher when captivating co-star Clarice wants Allie for more than her usual duties as an extra. If Allie agrees, will it simply be for the lure of a bigger payday, or will she find she actually enjoys her new role with Clarice?
Sarah coaxed my gaze back to her with a finger under my chin. “It’s your decision, Allie,” she said. “It’s always your decision. But we could put you in the bondage scene with a blindfold, if that works.”
“Blindfold? So nobody could see my face?” I wasn’t sure if I was asking Sarah or doing my best to convince myself. And somewhere in that introspection, Sarah managed to come up with a length of leather strap and find a woman holding a digital camera.
“I’m just going to wrap this around your eyes,” said Sarah. “Hold still.”
I felt her hands in my hair as the strap tightened, and heard a series of shutter clicks before Sarah finally lifted the strap from off my head again. The photographer came around to show us the images on the camera’s display.
“That’s me?” I said. Duh, of course it is. But still.
“Allie,” said Sarah, “I’m going to have the office flag all of the BDSM listings on the job board for you, if that’s okay.”
I stared at the picture of myself. “BDSM?”
“Do you consider yourself submissive?” Sarah asked. “Because some people are naturals. And judging from this picture, you might be one of them. And if not, you play it convincingly enough I’d like to see you blindfolded in all of my films.”
I chuckled. “You’re just saying that to make me feel --”
“No, Allie, I’m not.”
“It’s the mouth,” said the photographer. “The way you relax your jaw, like you’ve already accepted whatever’s coming next. And there’s a bit of a sexy pout in there, but nothing forced.”
Sarah stood by, looking at the camera screen and nodding.
“All that from one photo?” I said.
The photographer flicked to the next one, and the next. “Every single frame,” she said. “You’re a natural.”
For the first time since we started, I felt a smile stretching over my face. Not one of those pictures looked like me. “I’ll take the blindfold scenes,” I said. “Whichever ones you want to put me in.”
“I think you’ve found your calling,” joked Sarah as she rubbed my shoulders quick before wandering off to attend to her other duties as director.
“Are you the talent for the bondage scene?” I heard from over my shoulder as Sarah left.
I spun around. It was the woman from Tchotchke’s. I’d only seen her from the back, walking away, but somehow I knew. Same dishwater blonde, shoulder-length hair. Same charcoal suit. But the eyes ...
I hadn’t seen her smokey eyes at the restaurant, because she was heading for the exit and facing away from me. But if I had, I probably would have felt a little weak in the knees, just like I did now.
“Sorry, what?” I managed.
“Are you the one I’m going to be fucking senseless in the bondage scene?”
“In the ...? Me? No. I’m just ... I’m just an extra. Standing around looking cute. That’s my job,” I said, managing a smile at the end.
“Too bad,” she said, pushing her hair back with the fingers of her right hand. “You with that blindfold is going to be imprinted on me for a while now. I might just be thinking about you while I’m --”
“Ah, there you are,” said Sarah, hustling back over wearing a frown. “And you’re late.”
“Sorry, babe.”
“Don’t babe me, Clarice. Get yourself to wardrobe. Now.”
“Promise me I can have a taste of this one,” replied Clarice, looking me up and down. “Just a taste. Do that, and I’ll go wherever you say, babe.”
I brought my fingers together with my thumb and pointed at the center of my chest. “Me?” I mouthed.
