Chapter 17 – Help, Step Bro, I’m Stuck

The next few days blurred together in her memory since there wasn’t much happening. Then on Friday, Chloe woke up at seven and went through her yoga routine, even though her knees still protested as soon as she went into downward dog. The marks from the studio floor at Throat Me had faded to ugly green and yellow stains on her knees, and her throat felt almost normal again. Swallowing no longer hurt, and her voice no longer sounded like she was a chain smoker after a night of heavy drinking.

Her cell phone vibrated as she struggled to keep her legs twisted in the Shooting Bow pose. Ben.

Ben Ziegler online

Madeline booked you for Monday. Sinful Stepsisters, 11 a.m. Address to follow. Be on time and PROFESSIONAL. This is the big leagues, sunshine.

7:50 AM

OMG! Thanks Ben!! I won’t let you down!💕

7:51 AM

This nauseating sweetness still hurt her almost physically, but it was also slowly but surely becoming second nature. Like the whole damn performance.

She spent the rest of the weekend studying Sinful Stepsisters videos. They were consistently high in production value and sometimes even seemed to use multiple cameras. In between, she posted a few selfies on Instapic, replied to comments, watched Webflix series, and ate mostly instant ramen, because although she now had a little more money, she preferred to play it safe with her spending for a while.

On Monday morning, Chloe stood in front of the Sinful Stepsisters studio at 10 a.m. sharp. The building was in a different league from the previous locations where she had filmed. It was a massive industrial complex with a freshly painted facade and an actual parking lot in front of it, where several production vans and a few expensive cars were parked. No comparison to Randy’s shabby studio or even the Throat Me warehouse.

A young woman with a clipboard and headset was waiting for her at the entrance. “Chloe Heart?”

“That’s me!”

“Perfect, you’re right on time. I’m Ashley, I’m the production assistant and I’ll be looking after you today. Come with me, I’ll take you to the dressing room.”

The interior confirmed her first impression. The corridors were clean and well lit, and through open doors she could see several sets. A replica bedroom, a kitchen, an office, and a kind of classroom, with crews bustling around everywhere.

“Are you shooting several scenes at once?” Chloe asked.

Ashley nodded. “Usually three or four a day. Ms. Stokes keeps a tight schedule.”

They passed a group of actresses coming out of a dressing room. Chloe recognized one of them from videos, Ginger something was her name. She waved briefly to Chloe and smiled warmly before continuing on her way.

This is a real business. Not just a couple of sleazy guys with a camera.

The dressing room was spacious and bright. The walls were lined with racks full of outfits, sorted by size and style. A woman in her late twenties with jet-black bob hair, gothic makeup, and a sleeve tattoo on her left arm was sorting bras into a box.

“You must be Chloe. I’m Sasha, wardrobe.” She eyed Chloe with a professional gaze. “Size small for tops, 26 or 27 for shorts?”

“27 fits better. I might need medium for tops if they’re fitted.”

Sasha nodded and went to one of the racks. “Stepsisters scene with Steve, right? I think we need something casual and bratty.” She pulled out various denim shorts, several crop tops and a few sets of underwear. “Try on the shorts and the pink top.”

Chloe disappeared behind the screen. The shorts were short but comfortable. The crop top was belly-baring and quite tight. “CUTIE” was written on it in glitter letters.

“Let’s see.” Sasha examined the outfit. “The shorts fit well, but take the white top instead. And the high-top canvas sneakers to go with it.” She handed her red canvas sneakers. “Is the G-string comfortable? Perfect!”

After Chloe had changed, Sasha led her to the makeup station next door. The makeup artist, an older woman named Nina, worked so quickly and efficiently that Chloe could only watch her with envy.

“First scene for Sinful?” Nina asked as she applied foundation.

“Yes, I’m a little nervous. Madeline Stokes will direct the scene, and she’s supposed to be very strict.”

“No need to be. Madeline is tough, but not unfair. As long as you’re on time and know your lines, you won’t have any problems with her.” Nina applied mascara. “She just hates divas and people who waste her time.”

“Set 2 is ready for you,” said Ashley, who had reappeared just as Nina was almost finished.

She led Chloe through another hallway to a large room divided into several living areas. In the corner was a replica living room with a couch and TV, next to it a laundry room with a washer and dryer.

A guy was sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone. As Chloe got closer, he looked up.

Her scene partner, Steve Balls, looked like he had come straight from a computer science lecture to the set. In his early twenties, lanky, pale, with dark blond hair that was a little too long. A bit of acne on his chin. Definitely not the typical porn actor. He looked more like the guy who was in the chess club in high school.

He stood up, a crooked grin on his face. “Hey, you must be Chloe. I’m Steve.”

“Hi!” She shook his hand, which was a little sweaty.

“First Sinful Stepsisters scene?” he asked.

“Yes, you?”

He laughed. “My… I don’t know, fiftieth? Sixtieth? I’m basically the resident stepbrother slash stepson here.”

Despite his appearance and a certain awkwardness, he had a self-deprecating charm that wasn’t unattractive.

“So,” he said, “standard setup. You get stuck in the dryer, I ‘help’ you. Do you know the storyline?”

“Well, I only got my bit of the script, but I think I can guess where it’s going. I’m the mean stepsister, you’re the nerd?”

“Exactly. I’m studying for my exam, you make fun of me, then you go away to do laundry, get stuck.” He shrugged. “It’s not exactly Oscar bait.”

“Positions, everyone!”

The voice cut through the room like a whip. Madeline Stokes marched onto the set, and the whole atmosphere changed instantly. The crew, who had been chatting just moments before, jumped into position. Cameras were adjusted, lights readjusted.

Madeline was smaller than Chloe had expected, only a little taller than her, but everyone in the room deferred to her. Long brown hair in a layered cut, a rather long nose, a sharp chin, and discreetly expensive clothing.

“Database check please,” she called. An assistant hurried over with a tablet. Madeline scanned the screens. “Heart and Balls, both green. Good.”

She turned to Chloe and Steve. “You know the beats, right? Living room scene, dialogue for about a minute or two. Chloe, you’re bitchy, but please don’t give us the cartoon villain. Steve, hurt but not whiny. Then transition to the laundry room. Chloe is stuck, Steve ‘helps’. Cameras are here, here, and here.” She pointed to the positions. “Questions?”

They both shook their heads.

“Good. Let’s go.”

“Quiet on set!” shouted the first cameraman.

Chloe took her position on the couch, cell phone in hand. Steve sat down at the small table with a few really shabby script props that looked like someone had fished them out of a dumpster on the way to the studio.

“And… action!”

Chloe scrolled through her cell phone boredly and sighed dramatically. “God, it’s so boring today.”

Steve looked up from his book. “You could study a bit for a change.”

She rolled her eyes. “Study? Seriously? That’s what losers like you do.” The words came easily to her lips. It was liberating to be able to be pointlessly mean for once, even if it was just for show.

“I’m not a loser,” Steve muttered, but lowered his gaze back to his book.

“Oh, really?” Chloe stood up and strolled over to him. “When was the last time you had a date? Oh wait, let me guess… never?”

The camera followed her as she walked around the table. Steve’s shoulders tensed.

“Just because I don’t waste my time on pointless shit like-“

“Pointless?” Chloe laughed, coldly and contemptuously. It felt strangely good to play this role. All the pent-up anger at Ben, Randy, this whole fucking industry, she could just let it out here, packaged as a performance. “You know what’s pointless? Your whole life. Books and formulas and no one who even looks at you.”

Steve stared at her, feigning hurt. “At least I have goals in life.”

“Goals in life,” she mimicked him mockingly. “No one cares about your goals. And no one cares about you, especially not girls, you pathetic virgin.” She turned away. “I’m going to do laundry. Try not to drool too much when you stare at my ass as I walk away.”

“Cut!” Madeline called. “Good. Positions for laundry room.”

The crew swarmed out and rearranged the cameras. Chloe went to the dryer setup. The prop was really ridiculous, a real dryer, but the back wall had been removed and a camera attached so that they could also film from the inside.

“Chloe, upper body in and butt out, please. Steve, wait for your cue.”

Chloe leaned forward and squeezed herself into the dryer. The position was relatively uncomfortable and, of course, completely ridiculous. No one would ever get stuck in a dryer like that. But that wasn’t the point. It was all about the fantasy. The helpless stepsister, the perverted stepbrother, the forbidden situation.

“Action!”

“Help!” she cried, her voice muffled by the metal. “I’m stuck! Is anyone there?”

Footsteps behind her. Steve was probably coming into view.

“What the…” He came closer. “How did you manage to get stuck in there?”

“Shut up and help me out!”

“Hmm.” He walked around her and the camera followed him, probably taking a close-up of her butt in her tight shorts. “You know, after how mean you just were…”

“Step bro, this isn’t funny!”

“Who says I’m joking?” He put his hand on her lower back, and Chloe had to suppress the urge to pull away. Mainly because it tickled. Then he let his hands wander further down and squeezed her butt cheeks with relish.

“Wiggle more, Chloe! Struggle a little, like you’re really helpless in there!” Madeline called from the side. “And Steve, squeeze harder, we need a good shot of that perfect ass. Camera two, zoom in on her butt, please!”

Chloe felt Steve’s fingers digging into her flesh and kneading it. The fabric of her shorts slid up a little higher, and she could feel the camera getting closer to her.

Her face was in focus of the camera inside the dryer, filming from the inside. She had to keep her facial expressions under control the whole time and play the perfect mix of shock and excitement.

“What are you doing? That’s not helpful!” she shouted in a voice that tried hard to sound shocked.

Steve laughed dirty, a little exaggerated perhaps, and his hands slid to the waistband of her shorts.

“Oh, stepsis, I’m just helping you relax a little,” he said as he pulled down her shorts and yanked them over her thighs. The fabric slid over her skin, and then he abruptly pushed her G-string aside. She gasped, partly feigned, partly real, because the touch came so suddenly.

“Hey, you… you can’t do that!” she protested breathlessly, with a hint of indignation that she deliberately exaggerated.

His fingers now caressed her labia, gently at first, then more urgently, circling her clit, applying light pressure against her entrance. Chloe felt her body react involuntarily, warmth spreading and moisture gathering without her being able to control it.

“Mmm, you’re already wet. You’re a real slut, stepsis,” Steve whispered loudly enough for the sound crew’s microphones to pick up.

Chloe was so close to the camera in the dryer that she could see the optical zoom lens extend, zooming in on her face as it captured her theatrically widened eyes and how she bit her lower lip.

“Okay, Steve, pull the G-string all the way down now, but leave the thong and shorts hanging at her ankles!” Madeline interrupted. “Chloe, wiggle your ass like you’re trying to fight back! Struggle a bit, make it authentic. And more moans, please, make it sound like you hate it but love it at the same time!”

Chloe obeyed, wiggling her hips in a desperate dance that made her ass cheeks tremble as Steve pulled down the thin fabric of her G-string. The thong slid down her thighs, sticking briefly to her wetness, and then landed at her ankles, along with the shorts.

Now she was completely exposed, her pussy open to his gaze and that of the cameras. A cameraman lay down and captured the shot from below.

“Oh God, no! Pull it back up! That’s… that’s wrong!” she cried in shock, but tried to put something like burgeoning excitement into her voice, which was easier than she had expected.

Why is it throbbing down there?

Steve laughed again and she could now feel his hot breath on her back. “You want it, admit it. Your pussy doesn’t lie.”

His fingers slid over her clit, stimulating it with circular movements, casually movements out of his wrist. Chloe felt her walls contract, an involuntary twitch, and then he pushed two fingers into her, deep and probing.

She really was wet, much wetter than she had expected. The smacking sound was loud enough that she could hear it in the dryer, and the sound crew immediately held a microphone closer.

“Fuck me, you’re really tight,” Steve murmured, pumping his fingers in and out as Chloe moaned, loudly and exaggeratedly, but with a hint of increasing authenticity that frightened her.

“Good, Chloe! More dirty talk, tell him how much you hate it!” Madeline directed, her voice urgent. “Steve, finger her harder, let’s see those juices flow. Camera one, close-up on her pussy!”

Chloe gasped, her body trembling under the thrusts of his fingers. “Stop… this isn’t fair! You’re my stepbrother!” she cried, but her hips moved involuntarily and there was no longer any reason to fake arousal.

Oh shit.

Madeline clapped her hands. “Perfect! Now put your cock in, Steve! Fuck her good! We need a smooth start, then a slow build-up. Chloe, moan louder and let your face work well for the dryer cam!”

Steve pulled his fingers out, and Chloe heard the rustle of his pants, then a soft slap as she felt his hard cock bump against her cheek.

He rubbed the tip at her entrance, smearing her own wetness over it, and then he pushed forward, entering her. The pressure was immense. He was big.

Okay, this is officially the biggest I’ve ever had inside me.

A hint of panic mixed with a strange anticipation as he slid inch by inch into her, stretching her further and further. Her walls instinctively clenched around him, a tingling sensation radiating from her core to her toes.

“Ahhh! It’s too big! Take it out!” she screamed, but it was breathless, excited, and the uncaring camera in the dryer captured her face contorted with excitement.

Steve groaned loudly, began to thrust, slowly at first, then faster until his pelvis slapped rhythmically against her ass.

“Don’t lie, stepsis! Your pussy loves this, I can feel it twitching!” he laughed, and Chloe responded with increasingly real moans.

As his thrusts intensified, Chloe’s focus narrowed more and more to the sensations in her body. The rubbing of his cock against her inner walls, the sweet pulling on her muscles, the warm wetness dripping between them, the slapping of skin on skin that the sound people eagerly recorded.

Each thrust sent shockwaves through her and her muscles twitched instinctively, contracting as if to pull him deeper, despite all her attempts to remain still.

That… that feels good. It’s not supposed to feel this good. This is supposed to be a performance. But God, his cock… it stretches me so much, it’s like… no, stop!

But her moans were no longer a performance. They came deep from her throat, raw and real, in sync with the thrusts that shook her.

“Yes… oh fuck, deeper!” she gasped, biting her lip, shocked at herself. The dryer cam captured it all mercilessly. Her half-closed eyes, her open mouth, the real blush on her cheeks.

Steve gasped. “I’m coming… fuck, your pussy is too tight!”

“Not yet, Steve! Hold on, give us a few more minutes!” Madeline shouted. “Chloe, that’s good, a little more dirty talk, tell him how much you want his cock! The Dryer Cam closer, please!”

“Please, please fuck me harder, please, I want your cock!” Chloe felt his rhythm pick up again, harder, deeper, the slapping even louder, a wet smacking sound echoing loudly through the studio.

She was close, so close that she started to panic. Her muscles tensed, throbbing, but she held it back, gritting her teeth.

No, you’re not coming in this fucking dryer, Chloe!

“Close-up on the penetration now!” Madeline ordered, and a cameraman with a handheld zoomed in, capturing his cock sliding in and out of her. “Okay Steve, let it out!”

With one final, deep thrust, Steve came with a quiet grunt, pulsing violently inside her, spurt after spurt, filling her up. Chloe felt it, the hot spurting inside her, how his cock just didn’t stop twitching, how his load flooded into her, warm and sticky.

“Fill me up!” she moaned, unable to stop it.

Madeline shouted, “Hold that pose! Steve, pull out slowly, let us see the creampie. Chloe, squeeze it out, let it all run out!”

Steve pulled out, agonizingly slowly, and Chloe squeezed rhythmically, feeling his thick load ooze out of her, flow down her thighs, dripping sticky and warm out of her entrance. Cameras swarmed around her, SLR cameras clicking, capturing every drop that dripped onto the floor.

That’s… disgusting. And yet… no. Fuck, why does it feel so good?

“Cut!” Madeline finally called out. “Great job, everyone. Chloe, very good work!”