Inferno Anthology (38 page)

We approached a door and I started to panic. My heart raced and I was sure Jack could feel the sweat in my palms. Jack stopped at the door and turned to me. I must have looked as bad as I felt, because I saw the panic written on his face. “Are you okay, babe?”

“Yes,” I lied.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I’ve been sick the last week thinking of bringing you here. You are so good and sweet and everything I’m not, and I don’t want to taint you with my disgusting life.” He held my face in his hands and wiped away a stray piece of hair.

I put my hands on his and didn’t expect what I said next to come rolling off my tongue. “I don’t want to come, but I have to. I need to know who you are and this is a big part of you. I can’t let myself fall in love with a man who has another side that I’ve never seen.”

“Fuck, babe. That’s what I love about you: pure and honest, no games.” He kissed my lips gently and pulled me close to whisper in my ear. “I’m falling in love with you too, babe.”

Holy. Shit. We picked a fine place for a heart to heart. The door we were standing in front of abruptly opened and the momentary swell of love in my heart was pierced by a silver bullet as I stared into the face of the woman who Jack had brought to the conference what seemed like a long time ago.

“Jack, baby, it’s about time. We have two live shoots today, a cover to pick, and the writers want approval on the final script in the
Candy
series.” She put her long red fingernails on his arm and I immediately wanted to scratch out her eyes.

“Jenna, this is Sydney. Give us about fifteen minutes to settle in and I’ll start with the cover.”

Jenna gave me a fake smile and I gave her one back. I’d seen the woman twice and heard her speak once, and I was damn certain that she wanted Jack. Or worse, had already had him.

Jenna walked off and Jack took my hand and squeezed it tightly before leading the way to his office. The walk down the halls to his office gave the first glimpse that the office was anything more than a typical office. There were framed posters and awards, much of which would have seemed normal in a movie production company — if the people in the posters had been wearing clothes. I tried not to gawk as we walked, but I couldn’t help myself.

Jack’s office was nothing like the hall and nothing like I expected. If was big and clean and there were no signs of either porn or his personal life. “Did you clean out your office for my visit, or does it always look so empty and sterile?”

Jack laughed. “Nope, this is how it always is. I take it you expected something different?”

I shook my head, embarrassed.

“Like I told you, Syd. This started out as nothing more than something to embarrass my father. Then it turned into a profitable business. It’s a business to me. One I actually like running, unlike the hotels which scream of my father at every turn. I don’t keep pictures on the wall or films all over, because I keep it strictly business in here. And you’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to look at while I was working, so I guess I’ll have to break the sterility and get a framed picture of you for my desk soon.”

I rolled my eyes at him, but the thought of him only having a picture of me in his stark office did warm my heart. “So am I going to get a day in the life of Jack Cole Heston view today?”

“We should talk about that before I start the day, babe. There are shoots going on here and I usually go check them out. I can go check in and you can hang out in here if that makes you feel more comfortable.”

His offer was thoughtful, but I wanted to see it all: the good, the bad, and the ugly. “I want the full tour, you don’t need to leave me behind.”

Jack eyed me tentatively and I could tell he was considering his response carefully. His eyes caught mine, searching for something. He blew out a deep breath. “Okay.”

Our first business of the day was script approval. We met with the two men and a woman who were the writing team for the multi-partner movies. I was surprised to find a woman writer and even more surprised at how businesslike and professional the meeting was. They skipped over the sex scenes and just spoke about the storyline. I wasn’t a virgin to X-rated movies, but I must have watched the wrong ones, because none of the movies that I’d watched seemed to have had an actual realistic story like the ones we reviewed that day.

After script approval we moved onto covers. We met with a photographer, who showed Jack and I a bunch of glossy photos for a movie called Triple Double, which apparently referred to triplets who starred in movies together and all had double D breasts. The photographer was a nice older man, maybe in his late sixties. It was odd to hear the man talk about his grandchildren while they were looking at glossies of women holding themselves open with one hand and inserting a vibrator with the other. But it really did seem like a business and not the wild orgy I had imagined.

Our last stop of the morning was a visit to the set to check in on the progress of two movies. I wasn’t nearly as nervous as I was when we’d first arrived, after seeing how professionally things were run. Jack’s assistant came by and took our lunch order and then we headed down to what Jack called “the hanger.” The hanger was the entire basement of the building that was split into two extremely large spaces, each set up to accommodate many sets.

Jenna met us at the door and I cringed when she put her hand on Jack’s arm as she spoke.

“Set 2 is vanilla. It might be the better one for you to take your friend on her tour.”

God, I hated that woman. She needed to get her fucking hands off of Jack and stop speaking about me as if I wasn’t standing right there. I didn’t want to come across as a jealous crazy person, but I couldn’t let her get away with it. “Since we had vanilla at home this morning, why don’t we try Set 1, honey?”

Jack’s eyebrows shot up, and then I saw a glimmer of a smirk. He looked proud of my response. Before Jack could respond, the door to Set 1 opened and a man walked out.

“Hey, Mr. Cole, I’m glad you made it. We’re just taking a ten minute break while they change into leathers. I have a few chairs set up to the left of my cameras whenever you are ready.”

“Perfect, I actually need five minutes to make a call, so I’ll see you inside in a few, Frank.” Jack turned to face me. “I’m going to run upstairs for a few minutes to make a quick call. We can’t get service down here. You want to come or wait down here, babe?”

“Actually, I saw a ladies room down the hall. Why don’t I meet you back here after your call?”

Jack nodded and planted a quick kiss on my lips before disappearing down the hall.

I didn’t give any thought to the sound of the door opening in the ladies room. I used the bathroom and exited the stall to find Jenna leaning with her back against the sinks, waiting for me. I pretended her presence didn’t faze me and stood next to her in silence as I washed my hands, looking at her back in the mirror.

“A word of advice, woman to woman. Don’t get too attached, Jack will get bored of you soon. He always does. He’ll wine you and dine you and take you to his love nest in that fancy hotel of his for a week or two, then he’ll move on to the next plaything.”

I felt bile burning my throat. I had suspected that Jenna wanted something from Jack, I just hadn’t been sure if it was business or personal. Her words confirmed that she wanted more from him than he had given her, but the thought of her being in Jack’s love nest room made me physically sick. I had to grip the sides of the sink to hold myself steady. It took everything I had to plaster a smile on my face, but I knew I needed to deliver my message strong.
Ready, aim, fire!

“He told me he used to take his concubines to a room on the 153th floor. I’ve never seen it, though, we spend most nights in his penthouse or my apartment.” Score! I watched her vicious smile fade and went in for the kill. “And, by the way, he’s giving his
girlfriend
a tour, not his friend.” I stressed the word girlfriend to get my point across. Then I dried my hands and held my head high as I walked out of the bathroom, leaving the bitch no chance to respond.

Jack was waiting for me outside the set, when I got back. He had become so good at reading me quickly. “Everything okay?” He looked at me, concerned.

Just as I opened my mouth to respond, Jenna passed without a word and went into the set. “Yes, everything is fine.” I knew I didn’t sound that convincing, because I wasn’t that convinced I was fine either.

He eyed Jenna out of the corner of his eye as she passed and then looked back into my eyes, waiting for more, but I didn’t add anything. “We’ll talk about it later.” He knew the conversation wasn’t over, but I was glad he didn’t plan to have it right there and then.

He kissed me on the lips gently. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

The scene hadn’t started yet, so we took our seats near the cameramen and I watched the set, fascinated by all the activity. I heard Jack speak to the guy setting up the cameras next to him, but my brain couldn’t capture the words.

Two men were working on buckling and securing various black leather straps and chains crisscrossing a woman’s naked body. Two makeup artists hurried to apply makeup, one painting bright red lipstick on the brunette’s pale face, the other applying some sort of liquid to her ass-cheeks that were protruding between leather straps wrapped around each thigh, up the crack of her ass and wrapping around her lower back.

The chains and straps on her front wrapped around her exposed breasts in a similar pattern, and a loose silver chain hung from clamps attached to her nipples. The woman was attractive, but was made more striking by the contrast of the leather to her pale while skin. When the makeup crew was done, the men pulled at various chains until they were satisfied they were secure. Two men rolled in a workbench and placed what looked like normal carpenter’s tools around the table. Then I watched as they secured the tools by hammering them into place on the table.

When they were done with the table, the leather-clad woman walked to it and dutifully leaned over it with her hands behind her back. The set guys then secured her wrists with leather cuffs and bound them together behind her tightly. A heavy chain slowly cranked down from the ceiling that I hadn’t noticed was there before and then they clamped a hook into the back of the chains wrapped around her waist. They spent a few minutes ratcheting the chain until it was pulled taut and the women’s ass was forced slightly in the air, positioning her heart-shaped ass to an angle that satisfied the camera man. The last crewmen wrapped a thick red silk scarf around the woman’s eyes and everyone seemed pleased with the results.

Someone yelled and a handsome man appeared in a bathrobe. A woman brought him a hardhat and he handed her his robe, seemingly undaunted by the fact that he was standing with a massive erection in a room full of people. The director walked over and spoke to the two actors for a few minutes and my eyes were glued to the man gently stroking himself as if it was normal to stroke an erection while having a conversation with a fully clothed man and a blindfolded woman shackled to a table.

Finally the director and cameramen took their places and a woman handed the actor a black leather paddle. It looked as though the scene was about to start.

Jack had been holding my hand since we’d entered the room, but he squeezed to get my attention. I looked at him and he silently asked if I was okay and I nodded in response. I was glad that he wasn’t expecting me to speak, because I was pretty sure I couldn’t form words.

Just as I had seen on television hundreds of times before, someone yelled, “Quiet on the set,” and a minute later, “Action!”

The naked man walked around the table and lowered his face to the blindfolded woman. “What’s the punishment for being disobedient, Faith?

“Six paddles, Master.”

“That’s right. And you will not cum tonight. If you cum without my permission, the punishment will be much harsher. Do you understand me, Faith?”

”Yes, Master.”

Master slowly circled around to the back of the table and stood behind Faith. He reached out and put both hands on her perfect ass and gently caressed for a minute. Then he took a step back with the paddle in his hand and a moment later the black leather paddle connected loudly with her ass. Faith gasped but said nothing. Instantly her right ass cheek reddened. Master moved closer and gently rubbed the right check. Then he knelt down and licked the other cheek slowly from top to bottom until her left cheek glistened. I felt a swell between my legs that surprised me.

Master stood again and pulled back his arm and an even louder smack sounded as the paddle connected with her wet cheek. Faith gasped again and then let out a low moan.

Master rubbed the left cheek and then stepped back again. He positioned his long erection in his hands and stroked up and down firmly a few times. Then he took one step forward and rammed himself straight into Faith without warning. He stayed planted to the hilt for a minute and then slowly circled his hips round and round. Another small moan escaped from Faith’s mouth and Master pulled halfway out and then slammed in and out twice more before pulling all the way out.