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  A Chaste Meridian Story

  Nicole Ryan

  The following is a work of fiction and a product of the author’s imagination. Any semblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. This work contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright laws. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this work may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without express written consent from the author.

  Copyright©Nicole Ryan 2013. All rights reserved.

  I ran across the wet pavement as the orange hand flashed at me, my boots thumping, and the peppermint latte’s sloshing in the Starbucks cups as I held the drink carrier in one hand.

  “Don’t trip, don’t trip, don’t trip.” I chanted as I hurried along, swinging my unruly purse higher on my shoulder as I did so.

  I hopped up onto the sidewalk just as the light turned and the first cars began to cross the road, the sun was just coming up in muted orange and pink against the partially cloudy sky.

  “Didn’t trip.” I laughed at myself, smiling at the receptionist as I pulled the heavy glass door of the building before me open.

  “Hey Chaste.” The receptionist, Alma said as I entered in a swirl of chilly air.

  “Hey doll.” I smiled at her, and sat one of the Latte’s on the desk as I crossed the pretty yellow lobby, warm with Christmas decorations and an elegant tree decorated purely in silver and white, and stepped into the elevator.

  “Thank you!” She called and I waved at her before the door slid closed.

  I sipped my hot coffee as I waited on the elevator to rise to the top floor, it was way early, not even seven thirty yet, but this shoot was supposed to be over before dinner so everyone could get back home to their families. The doors slid open and I stepped onto the shiny white laminate flooring, my boots clapping loudly in the empty apartment.

  “I hear feet!” Someone called from the kitchen.

  I walked in and placed my things down on the long breakfast bar and a beautiful man with short, stylish curly hair came waltzing around the open half wall holding his hands out to me. He wasn’t an inch taller than I was, and I thought he would almost seem tiny if he weren’t so buff, he kissed my cheeks, holding my hands in his.

  “You must be Chaste.” He sang, a quirky little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth before he clasped his hands flamboyantly under his chin and gazed at me.

  “Yes.” I sighed, grinning at him before I took another sip of my coffee.

  “You are sublimely beautiful, girl. I’m a big fan of your Peril Girls spread, the one with the guns… Gawd! It was fantastic. ”

  “Wow, thank you…” I said, and shifted my weight from one foot to the other, I never really knew how to respond to people complementing my nude photo shoots.

  “You’re nervous?” He asked, his tight mauve shirt hugged his sculpted biceps and accentuated his crisp green eyes.

  “Yes, very.” I replied, looking around at the familiar surroundings with new nerves in my stomach. I felt as if I hadn’t been in this room a hundred times before.

  “Don’t be, you’re working with someone great today.” He said, almost conspiratorially. “This is your first video shoot right?” He asked.

  “Yeah.” I looked down at my coffee, and circled the lid with my finger.

  “Well don’t you worry honey, Jesse James is the best there is.” He winked, and I smiled gratefully at him. The name was familiar to me, but I couldn’t place it.

  “What time is he supposed to be here?” I asked.

  “Oh, I’m always early; everyone should start to show up within the next few minutes. Feel free to use the facilities to freshen up if you want to. Then meet me in the bathroom for hair and… well, we will just touch up the makeup you’ve already got on, I’m Anthony.” He winked before taking a small box from the counter behind him and sashaying out of the kitchen.

  I took my bag and pulled my coat back on, taking a small Virginia super slim out of its dainty pack and stepping out onto the back patio. I lit my cigarette and watched as more cars crawled into the streets. I pulled up my latest read on my Kindle, and took another drag while I devoured Anne Rice’s intoxicating words. I turned when I heard the glass door behind me slide open, and then softly closed.

  “Hey.” He said as he cupped his palm around his lighter and lit his cigarette, glancing at me briefly.

  “Hi.” I said, sweeping one of my huge curls behind my ear before turning back to my book.

  He sauntered over, one hand tucked into his jeans pocket, pinching the cigarette between his thumb and index finger, one eye squinted, and I couldn’t help but snicker.

  “What?” He asked exhaling his smoke, one side of his mouth turning into a smile.

  “Nothing.” I said. Who is he Johnny Cash or something? I thought to myself, shaking my head and fighting the urge to roll my eyes.

  “What are you reading?” He asked, stepping closer to me and his fresh cologne wafted over in the breeze.

  “Anne Rice.” I replied, dragging on my slim and French inhaling quickly.

  “What is that?” He asked, laughing.

  “She’s a writer, one of my favorites.” I replied dryly.

  “No, I know who Anne Rice is.” He laughed. “I meant what are you smoking?” He motioned to my hand and I noticed a sprinkling of dark hair on his arms.

  I looked at my little slim, “It’s a cigarette.” I said.

  “You could have fooled me.” He kidded.

  When I didn’t reply he stepped right beside me, and placed his forearms on the concrete slab that enclosed the balcony. “You know, this will all be a lot easier if you let me try to be nice.” He said softly looking down while scuffing the tip of his shoe on the wall, and I whipped my head to face him.

  “Oh God, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be a bitch, I’m just…”

  “Nervous.” He said, taking a deep pull from his Marlboro and gazing out at the freeway. He had an attractive profile, and long eyelashes.

  “I’ve never done a video shoot before.” I said, exiting my book and tucking my Kindle back into my coat.

  “I know.” He said, turning his eyes to me and smiling kindly.

  He was handsome, in a non-male-porn-star kind of way. He didn’t have huge bulging muscles, or a super fake tan. He was more the bad boy type than the all star athlete type. He was the guy in high school who picked you up on a motorcycle that he built in his garage with his father. I half expected to look down at the street and see one parked out there.

  “How does everyone know this?” I asked, more to myself than him. “Jerry is going to get it.” I said, lighting my second slim and laughing bitterly.

  “I don’t know any Jerry, but I do know that you’re Chaste Meridian, you came to LA for college, and after you got your degree you decided to stay and do erotic modeling, and everyone has been trying to get you to do films for the last year, since your bondage shoot for Peril Girls.” He said, his greenish blue eyes glittered at me, his full lips pulled into an attractive smirk as my brow furrowed, how’d he know so much about me?

  “I looked you up.” He said almost guiltily and then winked and added, “But I’d seen you before, you came to the Adult Filmography Awards for the Peril shoot and I saw you with Anessa Vixen signing autographs at a booth.”

  I heard commotion behind me and turned to look into the large open room through the sliding glass door. There was an entire team of men, and a couple women setting up lights.

  I opened my mouth to say something but my words were caught, and a sudden attack of nerves washed over me again. I imagined having sex with this stranger in front of all these other strangers, and while it had excited me
earlier, I was now filled with trepidation. I should have asked Anessa to come with me. I thought.

  “What…” I swallowed, and forced myself to pull my eyes away from the apartment. “What’s your name?” I asked, turning back to him.

  “Jesse.” He said easily glancing at the people behind us. I raised an eyebrow, I was hoping for his real name.

  “You don’t get nervous do you Jesse?” I laughed, but it sounded more agonizing than anything.

  “No. Why, are you nervous?” He propped his forearms on the concrete and leaned over it before he turned and raised an eyebrow at me.

  “Look, could you maybe, I don’t know, tell me something nice about yourself, or flirt with me or something?” I asked.

  “You want me to flirt with you?” He asked.

  Come on, really Chastity? Be a professional. I thought before exploding into nearly indecipherable babble.

  “Well, not really, just like… can we get into character now so that I can warm up to you, I don’t even know you and I was really excited to come in and do this earlier because I’ve been doing modeling for a while now and well it was time for a change and this seemed to be the natural step forward but since I got here and started thinking about it it’s really a lot more than I’d anticipated and I-“

  Jesse flicked his cigarette over the side of the balcony, before wrapping his arms about my waist and crushing me to his front, bowing me back until my hair dangled over the balcony, his left knee was between my legs, his warm thigh firmly planted against my pubic bone, and surprisingly my pussy began to throb. The action was so swift and sudden that it caught me off guard and for a moment I could only stare at his face as his lips pressed against mine, massaging them gently, but never separating them. He had clear, light olive skin, and curly brown hair that came down into attractive sideburns along his distinguished jaw which was dusted with carefully manicured stubble. He had a long nose and a noble brow that made it seem like he’d stepped right out of an old Hollywood movie and into this decade. When he pulled away from me, his blue-green eyes were sparkling and he smirked at me before putting his thumb on my chin and tipping it up a little.

  “You’ll be fine.” He said kindly, and then released my chin before he turned to go back inside.

  ***

  I pulled the outrageously thick green panty hose up my thighs, hopping and fighting to get them in place, they came up nearly to my breasts. I rolled my eyes and let my exhausted arms sag at my side for a moment as I stared into the mirror and removed my bra. My cheeks were glowing, flushed with excitement, and trepidation, I closed my eyes and placed my hands on the small sink. I took several cleansing breaths before I righted myself and made sure the lines of my hose were lined up perfect before securing my little black flats, and pulling the green dress over my head. The sexy little elf dress hugged me everywhere, but I laughed when I looked in the mirror. Did they raid Peter Pan’s closet? The thought lifted my spirits, and I felt a small bit of relief. I plopped the green Santa hat on my head, its white ball dangled at my ear and I shook my head and pursed my lips as I gazed at myself in the mirror. Everyone’s gotta start somewhere.

  I hurried into the great room, there were several people waiting for me, and I apologized while I tried to keep the elf hat on my head. Jesse was standing with his arms across his chest, talking to a stout man in a baseball cap, with a ruddy, but friendly look to him. One ankle was draped over the other as he leaned his shoulder against the wall and nodded, focused on what the man was saying. I was just able to make out the end of what he told Jesse.

  “She’s going to be nervous. No matter how many pictures she’s done, she hasn’t had sex with any of her co-workers on camera yet. Just play on that and make her as comfortable as you can.”

  Jesse’s eyes slid over to mine briefly before they returned to the man speaking to him, I couldn’t hear anything more that he said, and with a final nod and words of understanding Jesse slipped away.

  To my right a large man dressed as Santa came sauntering over to the overly large Santa chair, where he planted himself with a hefty sigh. My eyes widened, there was no mention of having sex with two people. I was in no way consenting to that. Not my first time at least. I hurried over to the older gentleman I’d seen Jesse talking to.

  “Excuse me?” I asked keeping my voice very quiet.

  “Yes?” He asked leaning toward me over the papers in his hands, he pressed his glasses higher on his nose which was bright red in contrast to his silver hair.

  “I was just making sure; my manager said I was only doing a scene with one man this time?” I glanced at the Santa man quickly.

  “Oh!” He laughed, his eyes flicking to the Santa and back to me. “That’s right. Don’t worry, he’s just needed in the beginning of the scene you and Jesse have, then he’s on to the set downstairs for another scene.” He smiled, and it crinkled his eyes at the corners.

  There were more people around, fiddling with cords, and lights, and someone was setting up for a spread of finger sandwiches and cheese and crackers with veggies, storing things in the large, empty double door fridge.

  “Okay, thank you.” I breathed, and hurried back to the set.

  There was a long sleigh with fake reindeer and golden bells; it was the backdrop of the set, which was simply a giant red chair that was closer to the size of a sofa, and a small ginger bread house with several plastic candy canes lining it like a fence. The entire thing was decorated with Christmas lights.

  “Okay Chaste, I need you to stand here by the house.” The director said beside me, placing his hand on my elbow to guide me into position. “After Santa leaves, just start picking up the candy canes.”

  I watched behind him as lights slid higher and some lower on tall adjustable poles, men moved long cords and wires back behind yellow and black tape that was on the floor. Others were ready and waiting with cameras one of the photographers had even shot me several times. I tried to swallow but my mouth felt dry.

  I closed my eyes for a moment and took another deep, cleansing breath. I opened my eyes ever so slowly, and I no longer saw the decorations, I was simply among them. I no longer saw the crowd of people around me, I saw only Jesse, who was standing off set in the shadows, drinking a glass of water, and studying me carefully. I didn’t hear anyone call us to action, or notice anyone start rolling camera, I only heard the sound of my own breathing.

  I didn’t really pay attention as the Santa stood and picked up his big red bag, saying something along the lines of cleaning up and seeing me tomorrow before slapping my rear end. I turned to gather the candy canes in my arms, and actually began to put them away because I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do at this particular moment.

  Finally, I felt a warm hand on my left side; it caressed me, and then pulled gently on my hip to turn me around.

  “Jesse!” I cried, a brilliant smile lighting my features, and big blue eyes as I turned to look at him, sliding my hands up his firm chest with sexy confidence and familiarity. Inside I was quaking.

  “Shhh.” He whispered before licking his lips and leaning down to kiss me, taking the candy canes from my arms and dropping them on the floor. I pushed at him playfully, still grinning.

  “I’ll get fired if anyone catches you here.” I told him as he pulled the silly green Santa hat off of my head and smoothed my hair back.

  “No one’s here.” He said simply, grinning at me and claiming my lips while sweeping the dress over my head.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and he pressed his hands to my back, it surprised me when he lifted me from the ground, but I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist, and he deposited me on the large chair. I looked down at him, and saw my heart leaping at the base of my ribs; his eyes caught it too, briefly before his left hand traveled down to the thick green stockings. He leaned over me and placed his lips against my neck, and his face disappeared to the camera. His face was hidden between me and the large chair, and his hand trailed down to my groin, I he
ard his soft breathing, felt his chin on my shoulder.

  “It’s just you and me.” He whispered, I could barely hear it, but it was exactly what I needed to hear.

  He continued to play with me through the hose, and I felt myself start to relax beneath him, I sighed as I realized that his fingers actually felt quite good, and his lips were soft on my throat, his other hand expertly twisted my nipple to a point.

  “There you go. Don’t think about anything but me and you.” He said almost silently before he sat up and removed his shirt, revealing two pistols adorned across his chest, and slipped off his jeans in record time.

  He slipped back between my legs and slid his fingers teasingly along the junction of my thighs and my sex, sending tingles along my breasts; he smiled and wiggled his finger against the stockings, scratching at the crotch of them until his finger finally broke through.

  I gasped loudly, arching my hips slightly off the cushion.

  “Good!” Someone called and Jesse sat up quickly, taking a robe from the man who’d greeted me when I first arrived. He handed one to me and held his hand out to help me stand.

  “Let’s grab a smoke.” He said, and I followed him out to the patio.

  I took a deep breath as I took my lighter and Virginia slim pack from the table and lit one. When I blew it out, it was shaky, and embarrassing, my hand shook as I held the cigarette.

  “How are you feeling?” His rich voice asked.

  “I’m okay, just… I don’t know it’s weird.” I laughed.

  “It is, but you’ll get used to it really quick. Once you realize everyone here has seen all of this and more countless times.” He winked and pulled on his smoke.

  When the ten minute break was over we resumed our places on the couch. After taking a small pair of safety scissors and opening the crotch of the thick hose a little more, Jesse held himself in his hand through his underwear, squeezing and kneading mindlessly as he gazed unfocused at the ground. I wondered what he was thinking about, but before I could explore the thought we were called to action.