Alternatives

“All I’m saying is: try it. Let me put you in front of a camera, and we’ll see how it goes.”

“Ah,” she breathes out a small sigh of discomfort. Hyewon pushes at your hand, forcing you to loosen your grip on her waist. “And no,” there’s a brief pause for a deep gasp, “I’m not that desperate.”

Her neck beckons your mouth with each swallow and suppressed groan. You lean forward, lips pursed, and lightly nibble across the column of her throat. “I think it’ll suit you.” You punctuate the statement with a singular, harder thrust of the hips to drive home your point. “The roleplay,” you whisper into her ear.

Hyewon laughs, “You’re sick,” she spits, “but go on.”

“Imagine being that college student all alone at her house. A handsome man,” you kiss her cheek in the most delicate way possible, “- me - knocks on your door and introduces himself as a salesman.” Your hands are tangled in her hair, nails softly scratching her scalp. “But then something about him, his smile, or lack thereof, seems so familiar…”

“Do I let him in?” she asks. It’s posed as an innocent question, even with her fingernails scrawling down the wall you have her pressed against. You take a moment to let the question simmer, slapping your hips against her ass. You’re forced to slow down - you almost finished right then.

“No,” you manage between heavy breaths, “because you’re smarter than that.” There’s a deep moan that travels through your chest like fire before you say: “You ask what he wants, why he’s come. But when he reaches for his briefcase and shows you what he has to offer,” you reach around to her stomach to brush past her clit on the way towards her labia. “You see a couple of toys and decide you might want one after all.”

Hyewon arches her back against you at that, burying the tip of your cock into her deepest part. “Toys?”

“Yes,” you thrust forward, holding her body flush against yours with your hand splayed across her stomach. “Then he invites himself in and you watch as he lays them all out on your living room table.”

“I bet you’d like to tell me what he says next.”

“Hmm… ‘How about a free sample? So you know which one’s right for you?’ I’d pull out this very-” You lift her leg to get a deeper angle.

“Y-yes… fuck.”

“- Large dildo that was just the perfect size for your tight little hole.” You snake another hand around to hold her throat, thumb and finger teasing at squeezing her tightly. “And then it would just be us, doing what we do best - in front of the cameras.”

“Oh my god, shut up,” Hyewon whines, head tilting back to rest on your shoulder. “Keep fucking me.” Your thrusts grow heavier as she grinds down on you.

“All your pretty orgasms caught in 4k.” Hyewon’s entire body twitches under your hold, legs shaking against the wall where they struggle to keep her upright. “People would pay a fortune just to get off on the sound of your voice alone.”

“You’re insane,” she cries.

“I can’t wait until someone else sees how beautiful you are.”

“What makes you think-” You cut off her words by squeezing harder. Her mouth hangs open, eyebrows furrowing together. She rolls her hips down, and you let go so she collapses back against the wall.

“Think of the money we’d make together.”

Hyewon’s back arches against you as you feel her walls fluttering around your cock. “Ah,” she gasps, trying desperately to match your pace. “Please,” she whispers. Hyewon isn’t in any place to talk; her breath hitches each time you drive inside her cunt. You push your fingers into her mouth as you continue speaking.

“Picture the comments; thousands, maybe millions, of strangers who’ll never touch you but are so desperate that they’ll pay to watch. Just one video is all it’ll take.” You smile into her neck, relishing the feeling of her warm skin against your lips as she trembles through another orgasm. “Just say yes. Say you want it too.”

She shakes her head, swallowing thickly. “I don’t - Fuck.”

Your hand finds purchase in the curve of her hipbone before forcing her down against every snap of your hips. The sounds her pussy makes with each thrust fill the room alongside her whimpers of pleasure. “Come on.”

“I’ll never be that desperate.”

-

The text said to come right over, and to bring wine - you know what that means.

“Again?” you ask.

“Someone else is more suited for the role,” she mimics and mocks in an exaggerated impression of some director whose name you soon forget. It’s always something; some new, trivial reason. It’s no longer enough to tell someone they’re not right for the part - they need some special way to reject someone and make them feel bad about themselves. Every little thing wrong with a candidate gets nitpicked to hell and back. Hyewon could act circles around anyone, and she’s being passed up for whatever half-assed reason they can come up with.

She deserves better.

Your reassurance would be as hollow as the director’s apology. It doesn’t matter - the only response it earns is an eye-roll, anyway. “I know what you’re going to say,” she says. “And you can shove it.”

You stand, bringing the glass to your lips. “You have to stop beating yourself up like this.” You gesture vaguely at nothing in particular. “You shouldn’t even be mad about missing out on such a low-quality project anyway. Seriously,” you scoff, “the movie’s going straight to DVD if they couldn’t see your potential.” Her eyes finally roll up from their downward glare. “Plus,” you raise an eyebrow, “now you have all this extra free time.”

She lifts her nose towards the ceiling. “To work on other projects that I’ll get rejected from.”

You set down your glass with a laugh. “To find one you’re passionate about.”

“And when the money dries up?” Her question is sharp and pointed; the implication is unsaid but clear.

You step closer. “The money’s already dried up. But, you know, we can still-”

“No.” Her eyes narrow. There’s a moment of silence, and then she sighs; her shoulders slump, and her face softens into something more vulnerable. “I bet you don’t have this issue, do you? You turn up, do the same generic plot for the hundredth time with the fifteenth pretty woman of the month and move on.” She drops onto the sofa with a groan. “Easy.”

“I guess you could say I’m an opportunist,” you smirk, sliding down next to her. Hyewon shifts away in annoyance before grabbing her wine.

She takes a long, slow drink; staring into nothing. After finishing the entire glass, she slowly licks her lips. Hyewon looks at you through her lashes. “You did it today, didn’t you? You always have this look after filming. I can spot it every time.” A single manicured finger taps against the stem of her wine glass, the soft clinking noise echoing around you. “Tell me about it.”

“What do you want to know?” You inch closer, shifting your body towards hers. “The setting?” The heat of your breath washes against her cheek; a barely-there whisper. She tilts her chin, angling herself toward you.

“Yes.”

“A large hotel room,” you reply easily. “There’s a bouquet of fresh flowers sitting on the nightstand next to a bed with a very neatly done coverlet.” Her pupils widen as they scan over your expression.

“With satin sheets?”

You hum, reaching out to brush her hair behind her ear. “Right. And the plot, well; cheating girlfriend seduces bell clerk the night before her wedding - very tasteful stuff. So anyway, I’m helping her with her luggage while wearing my perfectly pressed uniform with the fake nametag - let’s say I was called Alex this time.” Her lips quirk into the hint of a smile before vanishing again. She reaches for the bottle sitting on the table beside the couch; her glass gets refilled while yours goes unnoticed. “So I’m working, right? But I can’t help myself from staring at how pretty this woman is.” Your gaze flickers towards Hyewon’s mouth. “With these perfect, pouty lips begging to be wrapped around my cock, so naturally, I’m a little distracted from doing my job.” Your voice lowers; dropping down to a sultry drawl. Her tongue slides across her lower lip.

“And she’s all flirty, I bet? Did she really play it up like most actresses do? Just looking at you all doe-eyed and shit,” she laughs, “because there’s only so many times a person can take seeing some bimbo flutter their lashes all innocent-like without getting tired of it. I guess you don’t really care for realism.”

“So one thing leads to another-” she rolls her eyes “- and next thing you know she’s on her knees begging to get railed by 'Alex’,” you nod.

Hyewon makes a face of mock-shock; eyebrows raised and her hand flying up to her chest to feign surprise. “How forward!”

“The director wanted to insert some foot stuff, but she didn’t like the idea, so we skipped that. You would’ve liked the lingerie though, real lace number - all white. Very angelic, actually,” you muse aloud. “Reminded me of you.” She turns her head to the side. Her neck flushes red, the colour creeping upwards until the tips of her ears glow crimson.

“How thoughtful,” she says dryly before taking another sip of wine.

“You can imagine the rest. There’s sex, more sex, more sex, and then we wrap it up.” You wave dismissively at the thought of work. Hyewon nods along silently; nails tap loudly against the glass. Her leg shakes incessantly; you lay your hand high upon her thigh, stilling her movements. Her breathing quickens under your touch.

“Sounds hot,” Hyewon rasps. “I’m sure people will love getting off on such a masterpiece of cinema.”