Chapter 63 – Solo Project
by Kleo EriliThe taxi pulled up in front of a new apartment building made of glass and chrome in the heart of downtown Valley City. Chloe got out, and pulled her rolling suitcase from the back seat, which contained outfits, lingerie, makeup, and everything else she might need for a day of filming where she was essentially both performer and producer.
Today was the first solo content shoot for her new website, ChloeHeart.com. This was her content, on her terms, not some outside production where some director would tell her when to moan. And she didn’t have a co-star to deal with today either. This belonged entirely to her.
Sure, Ben had rented the RoamBnB apartment for the day and secured the sponsorship deal for the sex toys, but today she was making the decisions. She was quite taking matters into her own hands, so to speak.
But the production was also extraordinary for another reason, one that had more to do with her investigation.
The cameraman Ben had arranged was Damien Carter. Daz. Samantha’s former boyfriend, murder suspect, and now her videographer.
In the sterile lobby of the building, a man in a suit stood by the mailboxes, sorting through his mail. His surprised gaze lingered on her for a split second too long, sliding down from her face and then calmly back up again.
Admittedly, I really do look a bit out of place here.
Chloe ignored him, crossed the lobby, pressed the button for the fifth floor in the elevator, and studied her distorted reflection in the polished stainless steel panel of the door. Soft shorts, a simple tank top, hair down, subtle makeup. Chloe Heart in casual mode, just the way her fan base liked her best. The girl next door you wanted to hang out with by the pool before heading to the bedroom.
She rang the bell for apartment 501, the door opened, and there was Daz.
He had red curls sticking out in all directions and was wearing a faded gray hoodie, which must have once been black, over a pair of jeans that had clearly seen better days. And he had slightly reddened, somewhat glassy eyes, suggesting that he had either gotten far too little sleep or smoked something way too early in the morning, or perhaps both. No, he had definitely smoked something, even if the smell was barely detectable anymore.
Behind him, the apartment filled with glass, marble, and designer furniture, stretched out like a set from a completely different movie that he’d stumbled into by accident.
“Hey! Chloe! Come on in!” He stepped aside and made a welcoming gesture that was a bit too sweeping, almost grazing the doorframe. His smile was warm and open, if a little distracted.
“Hi, Daz! Nice to finally meet you!” Chloe gave him her signature Chloe Heart smile and pulled her rolling suitcase over the threshold.
The apartment was exactly what she’d expected from Ben, and at the same time, pretty much the exact opposite of what she needed. She seriously doubted anyone had ever cooked on the polished kitchen island, then a cream colored designer couch, floor-to-ceiling windows with a panoramic view of the Downtown Valley City skyline. And there was that ugly minimalist art on the white walls so they wouldn’t look even barer than they already were.
Expensive and completely soulless, exactly Ben’s taste. But it must do.
Near the window wall, where the light came in best, Daz had already set everything up. A compact Steadicam on a tripod, two light stands with softboxes, and a tidy nylon bag with lenses, filters, and batteries, all in labeled compartments.
The man looked like he slept in his car and lived off gas station burritos, but he clearly treated his equipment as if it were his firstborn child.
Daz reached for a crumpled piece of paper lying on the floor next to his camera bag and came over to her at the kitchen island, where Chloe had set down her rolling suitcase.
“So.” He smoothed out the note with the flat of his hand, his voice suddenly focused. “I’ve been thinking about the shoot. I was thinking we could start with a few minutes of lifestyle footage, you know, you exploring the apartment, making yourself some coffee, looking out the window, laughing a little. Behind-the-scenes, casual stuff, so your subscribers get the feeling they’re hanging out with you before we get started.”
“Okay.”
“And then we’ll dive into the solo scenes featuring the Girl Vibe products. It’s actually a pretty sweet deal Ben negotiated for you. You get paid by your subscribers for the content on your website and you get something extra for the product placement.” He tapped a line in his notes. “They want the toys to be clearly visible and for you to promote them a bit, but not in a salesy waym more like you’re recommending something to a friend.”
Chloe nodded slowly. He seemed to be really prepared, with a structure and a clear vision of what the finished content should look like. He definitely didn’t look like it, but if he was getting jobs regularly, he must have had some qualities after all.
“The products are over there.” Daz pointed to a box with the Girl Vibe logo on the designer couch, which was already open. “Pick whatever you like. Everything Girl Vibe has in its lineup is here.”
Chloe walked over and opened the box all the way. Inside were four toys in various shapes and colors, each in its original packaging. She picked up the first one, a slender, slightly curved piece in matte rose gold. “Curve Crush” was written on the packaging. “A toy designed with a perfectly angled tip for G-spot pleasure.”
She twirled it between her fingers, checked the texture, and pressed the button at the bottom. The thing started vibrating with a soft hum, and she turned it off immediately.
“I’ll take this one,” she said, setting it aside. Then she reached for the next one. “Pixie Flick,” a compact, almost cute device intended for clitoral stimulation, as she gathered from the text on the packaging. Next to it lay the “Lush Lick,” a slightly larger model that, according to the packaging, mimicked oral stimulation. And at the very bottom, the “Vibe Queen,” a classic vibrator, but one with a chic design and a nice feeling.
John would have a heart attack.
John Thompson, her stepfather, had made sure there was nothing in the house that could even remotely be considered “lewd.” That’s why she’d never owned a toy. For the first time in her life, she was actually holding one in her hand.
Then she remembered social media. “Hey, Daz, come here for a sec. Behind-the-scenes selfie for Hitter so I can post a teaser.”
He blinked. “Um. With me?”
“Sure. My followers love that kind of thing.”
He stood next to her, looking slightly awkward, and Chloe held up the Girl Vibe Box while holding her phone aloft with her other hand. His uncertain, slightly crooked smile next to her polished, radiant Chloe Heart glow was just the right mix of professional and authentic.
She typed a quick caption.
@ChloeHeartXXX
@GirlVibe
“Okay,” said Chloe, putting her phone away. “What should I wear?” She opened her rolling suitcase on the couch and laid out her options.
Daz glanced briefly at the spread, then at her, then back at the spread.
“Honestly,” he said, “I’d say you should stay just the way you are.”
Chloe raised an eyebrow.
“I mean, your brand is ‘girl next door,'” he said. “I think authenticity sells better to your audience than glamour. The lingerie is really nice, but anyone could do that. This-” he gestured at her, from head to toe, “-seems perfect to me. But it’s up to you of course.”
Chloe stared at him for a moment.
Damn, he understands my brand better than Ben.
She silently revised her opinion of Daz upward. He had obviously looked at her content, analyzed her feed, and drawn some conclusions from it.
“You know what, I think you’re right,” she said. “I’ll stick with this.” She packed the lingerie back into the suitcase and took only her makeup bag out. In the bathroom, which was about the size of her entire apartment, she touched up the concealer under her eyes and added minimal highlights.
When she came back, Daz had taken the Steadicam off the tripod and was holding it in his hand, ready to shoot.
“Okay, let’s start with the lifestyle stuff,” he said, pinning a tiny microphone to her top. “Just walk around the apartment, look at the stuff, make yourself a coffee. Just be yourself. I’ll let you know if you need to turn a little or stand somewhere else and I’ll cut it right in post-production.”
Chloe nodded and walked over to the espresso machine, which sat on the polished kitchen island like a tiny spaceship. She pressed a button, the machine came to life with a hiss, and Chloe smiled at Daz’s camera as the espresso poured into a porcelain cup that was far too small. All the while, she chattered away into the camera, telling the audience how excited she was about this amazing apartment and that she’d never in a million years be able to afford it if it weren’t for her job.
Easy.
She strolled over to the window, leaned against the frame, and let her gaze wander over the skyline of Downtown Valley City. Daz followed her smoothly, only whispering small corrections occasionally, that made immediate sense.
Then he filmed Chloe as she unboxed the Girl Vibe toys, which she dutifully praised but, of course, also expressed her curiosity about wanting to try them out right away.
When she was done, Daz lowered the camera and briefly checked the display. “Looks good,” he said, nodding with satisfaction. “Okay. Shall we start with the first scene, then?”
Chloe reached for the Curve Crush and set the box aside.
“Yeah, let’s get started.”
Chloe sat down on the wide designer couch, drew her knees up slightly, and let herself sink back against the headrest. The light from the softboxes was warm and soft. Daz hoisted the Steadicam up, quickly adjusted the monitor, and nodded at her.
“Camera rolling. Whenever you’re ready.”
She picked up the Curve Crush, slowly turning it in front of the lens as if showing it to a friend. The matte rose color shimmered in the light.
“Okay, everyone… this is the Curve Crush from Girl Vibe. They sent me their whole lineup today, and I get to tell you honestly what I think of them.” She smiled directly into the camera, a little shy, a little excited. “So let’s get a few impressions now.”
I wouldn’t bet that too many women subscribe to my website, but maybe the guys will buy one of these things for their girlfriends and wives.
The Curve Crush felt expensive. She turned it on briefly, let it buzz a little, and turned it off again. Then she set it down beside her, spread her legs a little, and slid her hand into her shorts.
That was the weird part. Usually, when she pleasured herself, it was all about her, but now she had to look good and horny at the same time. She took a deep breath, circled her fingers and felt herself slowly getting wet. It took longer than usual. She was nervous.
“Fuck… I’m already a little turned on,” she murmured into the camera as she pulled her shorts down just enough so the viewers could see something.
Daz took a small step to the right and whispered, “Shorts down a little further, Chloe. Yeah… just like that.”
She followed his instructions, and when she heard his voice giving her directions, her mind short-circuited a bit, and in her imagination, Daz was no longer the cameraman, but simply the viewer. That one man who was watching her pleasure herself at home with his pants down in front of his monitor.
She pulled the shorts all the way down and let them dangle at her foot so that everything was visible, then took the slightly curved Curve Crush in her hand and slowly guided it between her folds and spread her own moisture over it.
“That feels really good,” she said softly, almost surprised. “Nice and soft with a very pleasant, light texture… fuck.”
She pushed it slowly deeper inside her. Once she found the right angle, she pressed the button. The vibrations coursed through her and her head fell back involuntarily.
“Oh my God…”
The Curve Crush hit exactly the right spot, and she moved it in small, back-and-forth motions while continuing to rub her clit with her other hand. Daz moved the camera very close between her legs and whispered again. “Legs a little wider… perfect.”
Chloe looked straight into the lens as she fucked herself with the toy, and the humming and the wet, squelching sound of the Curve Crush in her pussy filled the room.
“You have no idea how good this feels…” The excitement in her voice was not feigned in the slightest. “It’s exactly where I need it… oh fuck, that’s so good, I can’t… ungh!”
She came much faster than she’d expected.
An orgasm swept over her almost without warning, contracting her entire lower body. Her legs trembled, she moaned loudly with her eyes half-closed and her mouth open. The Curve Crush continued to buzz inside her as she came, and she pressed it even deeper, wanting to savor the sensation just a little longer.
When it was over, she was breathing heavily and her cheeks were burning.
Daz just kept filming.
Chloe bit her lip and grinned somewhat sheepishly at the camera.
“Okay… that went… faster than I expected. But I’m not done with you yet.”
She pulled out the gleaming Curve Crush, turned it off, and slowly licked it with feigned relish, without breaking eye contact with the camera even once. Then she slid it back in and started over. This time she was already so sensitive that the second orgasm took a little longer to come. It was a sharp, almost painfully intense climax that made her curse softly and curl her toes.
“Shit… oh God.”
She finally pulled the toy out, lay there for a moment, her legs still spread, her shorts dangling around her ankle, and took a deep breath.
Daz lowered the camera.
“Cut.”
He carefully set down the Steadicam, reached for a bottle of water, and handed it to her.
“That was really good, Chloe. The first scene is fucking strong, I’d say. You played well with the camera, and you looked like you were having fun.”
Chloe took the bottle, took a big gulp, and laughed softly, still a little out of breath.
“I really was having fun.”
She brushed a strand of hair from her face and looked at the Curve Crush lying next to her on the couch. I’m definitely taking that home with me.
“But now I need a little break first.”
Daz nodded. “Sure! Should we order something to eat?”
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