Pleasure

"Walk." After he touched a part of her skin, it caught Noelle's body off-guard.

He took a step backward, demonstrating the best posture. Noelle copied it, but Blake shook his head. His palms froze in the blades of her shoulder. Once again, it stimulated her nerves, waking up in the midst of cold room. Blake pushed the back of her waist.

He held the temptation to cup her butt. Blake couldn't help but to ask, "Did you have a regular workout? Your butt looks nice."

Noelle's cheek flushed beet red, raising her eyebrows upon that remark.

"You're peeking to my butt now, huh?" Noelle queried.

"I saw it earlier, remember? Only the figure but not the naked ones," Blake pointed out.

He's straightforward, and not censoring any word. Is this how Noelle will deal at this job? Being blunt and vulgar about having sexual contact with a lot of people? Noelle discarded it as unnecessary. She wanted the money, that's all. Noelle kept on thinking twice, on what the future holds for her virginity.

Who's the first one to break the cycle of her inactivity?

"Well, you can see it when I go naked at the scene. You said to me there are a lot of scenes to film, right?" Noelle crossed her arms over her chest, her breasts lining the cleavage, and nothing can surpass how enormous it was. Blake fleeted his eyes to her bare chest, and put on a dark smile.

Noelle stood confident, and she had to practice it.

"You have to walk now. By the way, I know you hated compliments, but your breasts are big. It's a great factor on hiring a porn star. Men like big watermelons."

Blake even gestured in front of his flattened chest and gave a dark smile.

After a second, Noelle and Blake spent the next hours walking back and forth. She's walking disgracefully, but with a few corrections, Blake was able to obtain a stand out attitude Noelle held after a long time. Blake clapped multiple times, and helping Noelle to stay focus.

At the hundredth time, Noelle walked gracefully, her hips swayed side by side, and she posed a magnificent posture, and lifted her chin, as Blake indicated. Blake gave a thumbs-up, and let her strut back.

"You are such a fast learner, Noelle," Blake clapped his hands. Noelle put on a dashing smile.

"It's all because of you. By the way, the walk… where should I use it? I thought we're going to do a strip off and porn here. I don't think that's a use…" Noelle has gone curious. Is there some sort of fashion show at A&E?

It may be a show allowing models to choose one investor, have sex, and earn hefty amount of cash after a sweet orgasm. Noelle found a hard time processing things. This is wrong in her morals, but her life was as difficult as a stray cat. She needed a bigger salary.

"You have a fashion show, all of the female models. In that show, you have the opportunity to choose one sponsor and sleep the night with them. Along with that, you will gain a lot of money, so I'm training you to that."

When he said money, Noelle's eyes twinkled. Nothing can make her alive than money.

"So walking can be a source of money, right?" Noelle didn't know it was that easy. Why did she hesitate to accept the offer Blake suggested to pay off the one-million peso bill? It was good to see someone helping her. It was a time of gratitude and guilt.

If she lived with guilt, it cannot lead her to elsewhere. She'd stay at a trashy job with no money but pennies.

"Of course, Noelle, I will not offer you this job if it has no money," Blake shrugged.

"I'm in with that. I can pay for a private room for my mother if it happened," Noelle said. All her expectations and wishes can be granted. Nothing of her dreams was left behind.

"You have to improve at your walk, but I can mentor you after the hiring. I promise to stay in your back right until you establish your career as a porn star. Do we have a deal for that?"

Blake offered his hand. Noelle stared at it. This is it: the sexiest moment of her life.

"I should never go wrong in my decisions, at the very least," Noelle pointed out.

…

Nighttime fell, and Noelle stared at the ceiling of Blake's bedroom. Here she is, once again.

Though Noelle insisted they share the same bed, Blake didn't do it.

She doesn't know if she's pretending to be a gentleman or picturing himself as one. He is a porn star, an advocate for sexual pleasure and intimacy, and brought entertainment to its users online. For him, it's significant to survive than to be tired.

Noelle should have the same principle, too.

Blake must have sensed Noelle's awake when a knock came at the door.

She stood up hastily, waiting for him to come inside. Blake's comforter is warm. It must be good to have someone holding her waist. Noelle's dark thoughts surfaced frequently, and she shrugged it off.

"That's bad, Noelle. You have to focus on earning money, not to get aroused."

When Blake swung the door by, he switched on the light, temporarily blinding Noelle. She shielded her eyes and got curious to Blake's tray. Noelle narrowed her eyes, asking, "You are still awake? Did you prepare some milk?"

It was obvious. Blake brought some snacks to induce her sleep.

"The effective way to sleep is through milk. I know you can't doze off," Blake pointed out.

That was thoughtful of him. He really cared for persons he met at a short time.

He went to the edge of the bed and put it by the food table. Blake stirred the milk with a spoon, and Noelle stared at his side. She smiled a little, waiting for him to serve it. When he finished, Blake warned, "The cup is warm."

Noelle glimpsed at him for a while and threatened, "If there's a drug inside this milk to make me groggy, you're dead."

Blake suppressed a laugh, and retrieved the cup from her hand. He drank a little from it.

Noelle crossed her arms. Blake gave it back to her after two sips.

"Let's see if it will react after an hour," Blake chortled.

Noelle grumbled, gulping down the cup. Blake blinked, staring at her cheeks. It was smooth, no bumps, and no pores. She's too naïve for a job like this. Noelle hugged the cup once again and turned to Blake, catching him staring at her.

But Blake didn't get ashamed and turn away, as Noelle expected to.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Noelle should be blunt. She immersed herself as a porn star through his help. Being vulgar is part of their job.

"I wanted to ask you why you don't have a lover yet you're so beautiful."

It takes her aback. Blake started to compliment her now, and it is a few weeks since they met.

"Why… do you want to be my lover?" she asked. Blake didn't react and thought hard.

Noelle knew he's going to answer a yes, so she blocked it off, "If you're going to be, I'm not interested. I accepted your job as it is, and we have a deal to earn money. Perhaps, you have a commission rate on it, too. I understand how it works, and I have to keep this job."

She indulged the milk and drained it off. Noelle gave the glass to him.

"Thank you for the milk," she concluded. Blake tilted his head to one side, scratching the back of his head. Noelle pursed her lips, making an offer, "Do you want me to settle on the sofa so that…"

"No, stay here. Be certain you wake up at 8 in the morning. Next week, we have auditions. I have to train you to be the best." His face became a stone. Is he disappointed?

Noelle nodded. He didn't leave a trail of glance and headed straight to the door.

When he closed it, Blake halted, sucking up a breath, and held the tray firmly.

"She's hard to get. This will be hard for a sucker like me," Blake exhaled a large amount of air.