No Ranking

She had no rankings, but she's the dominant one right now.

Noelle wagged her hands, refusing to believe she could be a dominant one to an exclusive porn star. Cole draped his hands around her shoulders, assuring she could do it. Noelle slapped Cole's hand, pertaining, "You wanted me to sink, right? Fine, do so."

The staff was surprised by the behavior Noelle showed to Cole.

"You're not going to be deeper in rankings, Noelle. Why would you think of that? You're doing this to increase your fame and viewers. What is wrong with that, huh?"

Noelle rolled her eyes. Increasing fame and viewers depended on luck, and even though they follow the market, it depended on the watchers on how they could handle the smut scene in the television. Noelle shouldn't panic, or else, she'll not be able to ride Carl well.

"I'm actually trying to save face. I may have this profession for 2 years, and I am still learning. I should have known better, right? But I'm not doing it now."

Cole sighed, turning to her with anguished face. If she's turning down an offer, it meant she doesn't want to grow up. Cole waded a way for her to secure the surge of viewers in the next few days.

"I want to secure that job for you, Noelle. You are practically throwing out a huge opportunity." Noelle licked her lips wet. She saw Carl walking in with a lot of assistant bearing his things. They were carrying multiple hangers and clothes, defeating the actress of the film. She raised an eyebrow.

"Blake still has the spot on the rankings even if I approved his transfer. You should make your own name, Noelle, and not stick up with this kind of work. Nothing will happen if you turn it down," Cole scolded. They both talk privately now that everyone got back to their stations.

"I think I won't do well, Cole. I am just merely a porn star who existed behind the camera."

Cole brushed his cheeks annoyingly, looking at the prompt set, and all the things there were being decorated. Cole tut his tongue, squinting his eyes, barely assessing what kind of words he should say to Noelle.

"You know why I believe in you, Noelle?" Cole queried.

There he goes again: on the side of being wise and free.

"It's because you already have the knowledge how to be little," he dropped.

Cole's face became grim. He was watching Carl's moves in each minute.

"I am not saying it to underestimate your kind. For instance, I don't do well on things, and I commit to learn on them. I immediately have the knowledge on how to do it. But you… you are strong, Noelle. You can face every battle head-on without backing down from the fight."

Cole's encouragement moved her in tears. This isn't supposed to be a dramatic interaction. Whenever she's at the lowest, Noelle wished an angel would provide her everything. It's difficult to live this kind of rollercoaster life. Noelle wasn't practically new to it.

"That's why I want you to be here. I want you to be knowledgeable of the times you become weak, but never took up the challenge. Fate will never bring your feet here if that meant it can damage you, Noelle. So, right now that I'm here with you, I should push you to your limit."

Noelle fell silent. After all, what's life without a storm?

…

Carl pinned Noelle to the made-up wall while the cameras clicked. The lights flashed on.

She received the torrid kiss without hesitation. Carl's hands journeyed to the center of her chest, hitching the tied knots of her bra, and able to squeeze in the mountains. He was topless and his bare bod smothered with sweat.

Noelle draped her wrists to his waists, brushing skin to skin.

Carl hastened up the process, clinging to her fat thighs and burying his lips to her jaw. The tension between them was overwhelming. Noelle felt appreciated and relaxed. She doesn't smell any foul saliva. She liked having him as her sexual partner for today's film.

Carl wore off her bra, detaching it away from her watermelons.

It simply found its place on the floor. Noelle gasped as Carl rushed to the bed, carrying her, continuing to kiss her endlessly. She flopped at the bed, anticipating Carl's hover. But to her surprise, Noelle rode on his lap.

He followed Cole's order without a blink of an eye.

Carl removed the ponytail holding her hair. She eventually pushed her body to his.

Cole leaned his nose to the nape of her neck and kissed every part of it.

Carl never intended to loosen up his dominant side just to make way on Noelle's rise to fame.

Their sloppy kisses entranced whispers from left to right. Noelle cleared her throat.

Carl pushed his unbuttoned jeans away from his legs. The groin met the lacy underwear she's wearing and they both rubbed it in. Carl didn't hesitate to arch his back and let the moment heat up.

Noelle had to rush or else, her orgasm wouldn't release at the right time.

Carl pushed her away as they both undo their clothes. The staff was silent as they watch the live video. Carl's erected penis stood up. Noelle crouched at the middle of his legs for a while, rubbing her fingers, and didn't think twice about inserting his penis. As soon as they did that, Noelle gaped in pleasure and pain.

They were as one. Their gasps synchronized with each other.

Carl and Noelle stared into each other's eyes. Her breasts wiggled on its own.

Their breaths became fast. Noelle couldn't process everything but what's inside her vagina now. It was huge, the size of an eggplant, or a brick grinding its corners at the muscles. Noelle couldn't talk, and Carl kept on whispering to move on.

Right after their pleasures closed their eyes tight, Carl and Noelle pressed their bodies hard. She felt sore after the orgasm release. Their breaths huffed, losing the capacity to do it again. Their wetness made them shiver all around.

"Cut, that's a wrap!" the director yelled.

Carl and Noelle fell back on the bed. He wiped away the sweat from Noelle's cheeks.

As they showed their naked bodies on the camera above, Noelle couldn't contain her happiness. For once, she was never happy with the scene, but now, Noelle tilted the corners of her mouth without even resisting.

"After a sex, we should be happy, right?" she asked.

Carl contemplated his answer first. He conveyed, "You never know the next emotions you will have until you get a better sex from someone. Now, tell me, what I did to you must have led you to be happy, right?"

Noelle scoffed. She shook her head, stating, "Carl, sex is lust. Sometimes, it is happy, but other times, it is bad for our health. Do you think you have the time to gnaw up and wonder how long you'll be able handling sex with different women?"

Carl retorted, "Of course, it's what happened, right? We have to be calm and serene. Plus, sex is there to entertain the viewers, and not just for our personal benefit."

Noelle conveyed, "You were happy with that? You're contented with that kind of life?"

Carl stood up from the bed, looking down at her. Noelle didn't cover her breasts and not even shy about her naked body at all. Carl stated, "If you're not contented with this kind of job, walk away, Noelle. You know what will happen if you do."

He swung his legs out of the edge of the bed, adding, "Rankings nowadays are important. You have to do that. Don't be selfish with yourself, Noelle. Give out the best as you could."