The Vamp Room III (Audio Script)

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“Hey, you two.

Come here for a sec.”

“Are you looking at the footage already?”

“Yeah, I just wanted a quick look before packing up.

I feel really good about what we shot earlier this morning—you had so many great moments together that weren’t even in the script.”

“Oh, this is from the spanking scene?”

“Yeah.”

“God, I love the way you shot this.”

“Yeah, it’s that wide-angle lens.

Makes asses look bigger.”

“Speaking of asses, mine is going to be sore for days, thanks to you.”

“I’ll give you some of that CBD cream I was telling you about.

It’s great for sore muscles.”

“Christie, what’s this film going to be called again?

Did the producers figure out which title they’re going with?”

“Um, I think they decided on House Of Lust.

Lusty House.

Something like that.”

“I always crave an orange-pineapple smoothie from that juice place downtown after I do a kink scene. Is that weird?”

“That’s probably your body begging for nutrients.

We can stop by before I take you home.”

“Mmm, thank you.”

“Hey, Laura, I just remembered you said you wanted some new clips for your reel.

We’ve got the room for another few hours if you want to film a couple of short scenes.”

“Oh, shit, that’s right.

Casey, what do you think?”

“Um, let me see, what time is it…?

Yeah, I can stick around for a while longer.”

“Cool, give me just a sec to set up.”

I wonder what you’re doing tonight.

It sounds like you’ve got plans…

It’s kind of funny to think about you and me as co-workers, but we are.

Well, as much as actors can be co-workers.

Porn actors, at that.

But there’s more to our relationship than just fucking on camera.

No, our not-relationship.

Our, uh… situation-ship?

I don’t think there’s a word that can really describe whatever this is between you and me. We fuck on-screen. And… sometimes we fuck off-screen.

When I got cast as one of Queerology’s main actors everyone warned me to not catch feelings with anyone I filmed with.

When having sex on camera is your job, you’ve got to stay aware of what’s fantasy and what’s reality.

Fake sex can sometimes produce real feelings and then things get weird and blah blah blah.

But… yeah.

I like you.

“You wanted a domme scene for your casting reel, right?”

“Yeah, I need to balance it out.

I’ve played so many sub-roles the last year or two.”

“Good, ’cause I’m way too tired to dom you again.”

“I’m not surprised.

I told you, you went hard on me.”

“Well, here’s your chance to return the favor.”

“Alright, I’m good to go.

Do you guys have a plan or you just want to go with it and see what happens?”

“Ummm, yeah, that usually works… let me just get the vibrator wand and… put on the strap-on…”

“Are the under-the-bed restraints still—yeah, they’re good.

Okay, I’m ready.”

“Casey, you good?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

“Alright… and… action.”

You’re lying on your back, splayed out across the bed in front of me.

You’re still covered in the towel you wrapped yourself in after rinsing off in the Vamp Room’s shower.

I lean forward and brush my lips over yours.

Without a script, without the director in my ear, I’m going to follow my intuition.

Do what I know actually turns you on… instead of what the script requires.

I pull the towel loose from your body and expose your chest to the air.

Your chest are soft but they start to harden as soon as I drift my fingers over them.

I trace your jawline with my finger.

Let it follow down the curve of your neck…

and back up… across your full, parted lips.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I… want you to be in control.

Of everything.”

“Mmm, that’s interesting, because you’re not very good at doing what you’re told, are you?”

“No… I’m not…”

“Okay, then. I guess I’ll have to establish some rules for you.

One, do everything I say when I say it.”

“And, two, keep your eyes on me.

Looking is all you’re allowed to do.

Are you going to be good for me?”

“Mm, yeah…”

“Good girl.”

I grip each of your wrists and pin them above your head with one hand.

You don’t resist as I wrap each velcro strap around them and secure them to each corner of the bed.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?

Someone to take charge?

Make all of the decisions for you…”

“Yeah…”

“The anticipation must be so intense for you.

Lying there wondering what I’m going to give… what I’m going to take…”

“I bet I could make you passion without even touching you.”

“Don’t worry.

You’ll get more touching than you can handle…

spread your legs.”

“Wider.

Wider.

Good girl.”

I push my palm up against your pussy and tease a couple of fingers at your folds.

I let you just feel the presence of my hand for a few moments before slipping inside.

I swirl my fingers around near your entrance, coating them in a little bit of wetness before dragging them up to your clit.

Finally, I sink one finger inside your pussy.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so wet for me.

What if… I put in another?”

“Oh, god…”

You spread yourself wider for me, taking in the full length of my fingers.

I’ve learned from our scenes together just how sensitive your clit is.

How even the lightest of touches can make you completely buckle…

I drag my fingers out of you and up to that sweet little spot.

“Please, fuck me…”

“Oh, it’s cute that you think you have any say over what I’m going to do next.”

I slide down your body and kneel between your legs.

I push my tongue between your folds and slowly lick right up to your clit.

I wrap my hands around your ass and squeeze, drawing your pussy closer to my mouth.

Your thighs press against either side of my head as you pull at the wrist restraints.

“F-fuck, fuck…”

“You’re cute when you’re all wound up.”

“I want to see… how much of my strap you can take…”

“Yes, please…

oh, fuck, please…”

“There you go… ah-ah-ah, keep your eyes open.

Keep looking at me.”

“So good for me…