Ava's POV
I stood frozen next to Barren, my heart hammering against my ribs as I stared at the scene on the pool deck. The smell of chlorine and sweat was thick in the humid air. Layla was lying there, her big boobs still heaving, and I could
I thought to myself that I had come out here looking for a missing friend, but instead, I found a human panini made of three men and a very exhausted Layla. My brain was trying to process the logistics of it while my body was busy getting hot.
Patric, Marcus, and Maverick did not even try to cover themselves. They stood there naked, their eyes wide like animals, looking back at us. Marcus wiped sweat from his forehead and glanced at me.
"You are late for the show, Ava," Marcus said, his voice gravelly from the exertion.
"I can see that," I managed to say, my voice cracking. "I think I saw the finale, though."
Layla's face turned a deep shade of red as she caught my eye. She scrambled to sit up, her big boobs bouncing as she moved. She looked at the moisture on her thighs and then at Barren.
"I... I need to go to the bathroom. Excuse me," Layla muttered, her voice shaky. She stood up on unsteady legs and hurried toward the villa, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the tiles. I watched her go, wondering if she was going to need an ice pack or a cigarette. Probably both.
"She took it well," Patric said, glancing at the producer. "Both orifices were occupied and she is still walking."
"Barely," Maverick added, chuckling as he looked at the wet spots on the stone. "She is going to be feeling that for a week."
Just as Layla disappeared, a woman walked onto the deck. It was Tara, the manager I had only talked to on FaceCall earlier. She was dressed in a sharp suit, looking completely unfazed by the naked men.
"Glad I caught you all," Tara said, clicking her pen. She looked at me and smiled. "Ava, perfect timing. We need to discuss your project for next week."
"Next week?" I asked, my voice coming out higher than I intended. I was still blushing, my mind stuck on the image of Layla being between two men. I thought, Great, I just watched a train wreck and now Tara wants me to be the tracks.
"Yes," Tara replied, pulling a tablet from her bag. "We have booked the Zackariaz brothers for you. You will be working with both of them. It is going to be a threesome."
Tara stepped closer and adjusted her glasses as she looked at me. "The Zackariaz brothers are popular. Everyone knows them for their size and their stamina. They are the most requested performers in the industry right now."
My stomach did a flip. I realized I was about to experience exactly what Layla just went through, but with performers who were legendary for their physical scale. I thought, Popular for their size? Is that a professional way of saying I should start doing more stretches? Thinking about the dual impact made my core throb.
"A threesome with the Zackariaz brothers?" I repeated.
"That is right," Tara said. "One in the front, one in the back. Just like what you just witnessed. We want to capture that raw, animalistic energy."
Maverick, the assistant director, walked over to me. He was still naked. "You look excited, Ava," he said, his wide eyes scanning my face. "Your face is bright red."
"I... I mean, it is a big project," I stammered, looking down at his feet to avoid his gaze.
"It is more than that," Barren said from behind me. I felt his hand rest on the small of my back.
"She has been watching Layla for the last twenty minutes. She knows exactly what the physical requirements are."
"Is there a manual for this?" I asked, trying to use humor to hide how fast my heart was beating. "Like a 'How to Survive Being a Human Sandwich' guide?"
Marcus laughed, a low, rough sound. "You will be vocal just like she was, Ava. It is a lot of weight to take."
"We will have the medic on standby," Patric joked, though he did not look like he was kidding. "Just in case the breath gets knocked out of you."
I swallowed hard, the mental image making my underwear damp. I could almost feel the phantom pressure of two massive men at once. I thought, Well, at least I know what to expect.
"Are you ready for that, Ava?" Tara asked, looking over the top of her glasses.
"Yes," I whispered, finally looking Tara in the eye. "I am ready."
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I sat in the back of the van as it moved steadily through the dark streets toward Barren's home. The driver had the music turned up to a high volume and the heavy bass vibrated through the floorboards and into my bones. Layla lay across the seat near me with her head resting against the window.
Barren sat on the bench beside me but he remained silent and stared straight ahead.
I brought my hand to my face and began pinching my lower lip with my fingers.
I stared out at the passing streetlights and wondered how I had ended up in this specific world. I felt as though I had been switched into the body of the person I used to pretend to be when I was still Dana. Back then this kind of life only existed in my imagination. I thought about my old life as Dana and how different it was from this one. I was not sure if I should be thankful for the change or if I should be worried about where it was leading me.
My thoughts shifted toward the upcoming project with the Zackariaz brothers. Just thinking about the two black men made my skin feel warm. I remembered what Tara said about their size and the dual pressure I would have to handle. My body reacted immediately to the mental image of being between them. I felt a familiar throb in my core and my breathing became slightly heavier.
I tried to stay still so Barren would not notice my reaction but the anticipation was physically overwhelming. I wondered if my body was actually ready for the scale of what was coming next week.