S** Affairs

Stella's point of view.

"Arghhhh" he groaned underneath me. "Fu*k this dî*k like it's your last meal on earth!" he moaned, and spanked my a*s very hard as I bounced on his hard dî*k.

I placed my hand on his chest, then continued bouncing very fast, in fact, hundred percent faster than before, and rhythmically against him.

"Oh, fu*k, yeah" he grunted out. "That's it, that's it bit*h!" he spanked me again, before putting his hands behind his head and watched me fu*k him.

Another came in front of me, he held my head in place and shoved his fattened dî*k in my mouth, then spanked my erected breasts.

"Suck it"

I was about sucking him as he had ordered, but another came in front of me and inserted two fingers inside me, then began finger fu*king me as fast as he could which stopped all my performances, and my body started shaking as I felt a knot forming at the deepest part of my stomach.

I grabbed his shoulders, closed my eyes but opened my mouth, and released a scream as I came undone on his fingers.

"Fuc*ccck!" I screamed loudly.

But he didn't stop finger fuçking me, rather he increased his pace but...

"CUT!" we heard an angry growl, and he quickly pulled his fingers out of me.

I quickly jumped off the guy I was riding, and someone threw a towel at me which I quickly wrapped around my chest.

"What in God's fu*king name were you doing, Stella?!" he roared as he approached me.

I stared at him with a frown as I wondered what I've done wrong this time, this director has never been satisfied with my efforts.

"I said squirt for the camera, not cum for the camera!" he snapped. "Why did you cum?!"

"I'm sorry director, I was just... "

"You were just what?" he cut me off.

I wanted to explain myself, but he didn't give the chance to explain.

"You're auditioning for a spot in YUMMY KISS PRODUCTION HOUSE, Stella, not some quack production house" he emphasized on each of his words.

Yummy kiss production house is one of the best, no.. it's the best production house in all of Canada, and they provide the best porn films so far, hence they have very high expectations during auditions.

And sadly, this is my fifteenth audition which I gave my all, but I think it still wasn't good enough.

"Listen, Stella, let me tell you something real quick" the director placed his right hand on my shoulder. "I don't think you're cut out for this profession, because you've got little to no skills"

My eyebrows furrowed immediately he said those last words, like shît, I just gave my best performance.. ok, that wasn't my best performance, but I tried.

"... I don't think anyone would be turned on if they watched your video"

"What?"

"Yes" he looked in my eyes. "You've got no skills, no feelings at all, one gets a place in yummy kiss production house with this sloppy skills of yours"

He turned away from me, and started talking to the guys that were auditioning with me.

He threw an arm around the guy that was shoving his dîck in my mouth, and smiled as he say something to him in a low voice.

Hold on a sec, what does this mean?

Where do I stand right now? Did I manage to secure a place here?

"Excuse me, director" I couldn't help, but called for his attention once again.

"Yes?" he answered, and turned around with an offended frown on his face.

"Uh, so... what do you say? Did I..."

"No" he interrupted me. "Pack your stuff and see yourself out"

"Director, give me another chance... "

He raised his hand to stop my explanation.

"We've been giving you second chances until now, Stella, this is your fifteenth audition and it's obviously time to say goodbye to you"

"But I... "

"The exit is that way" he pointed at the door, then turned away from me and continued talking with the guys.

I inhaled deeply, then dropped my head as I exhaled sharply, before heading towards the changing room to get change.

•••••••••••

Third person's point of view.

Ferguson watched as the slim, blonde hair girl twisted her flexible body around the pole, another girl poured some olive oil all over the blonde's body, while she continued twisting sexily, yet skillfully around the pole to the rhyme of the faint upbeat music playing in the background.

Her see through crop top clearly revealed her swollen breasts and pink nipples, while her exposed skin glittered attractively in the dim light kissing her skin.

His grip on the whip in his hand tightened, a satisfied smirk tugged his lips and his eyes lit up mischievously -she's a skilled pole dancer and he's obviously enjoying her dance.

She flashed him a flirtatious smile as she stretched out one of her beautiful, long legs, and Ferguson smirked in anticipation of her next move, but sadly her white panty suddenly ripped open in the middle, and he angrily slammed the whip on the table.

"What the fu*k?!" Ferguson cursed loudly.

He reached for a remote control on the table, and angrily turned off the music.

Which made the blonde stopped her performance immediately, then jumped off the pole onto her feet, and bowed her head in fear.

"Rob!" He called.

"Yes, sir"

Someone answered from outside the door, and a man who seem to be Ferguson's mate rushed in.

"Mr Alfonso" Rob informed Ferguson of his presence in the room.

"What did you tell me about this girls?"

Rob glanced at the girls with a very deep, dissatisfied frown and cleared his throat inaudibly.

"Matt said they passed the audition, sir" he answered.

There was silence in the room as Ferguson fixed his glaring eyes on the girls, who in turn bowed their heads, and dared not take a peek at his expression.

He released a sigh after a while.

"I've laid down the rules and qualifications for getting employed into yummy kiss production, I believe everyone is aware of them"

Rob nodded. "Yes, sir"

"Did watch their performance?"

"Yes, sir"

Ferguson paused, and glared at the trembling girls again.

"And from what you've watched, do you think they are good enough for my production house?"

Rob shook his head in disagreement

"No, sir" he answered.

"Call Matt immediately, and tell him he's fired!"

"Yes, sir"

Rob faced the girls and signaled them to leave, they nodded and left quickly without grumbling or trying to beg for a second chance, because they know it's useless, since Ferguson's very strict when it comes to employing actresses into his production house.

"Has there been any auditions lately?" Ferguson asked.

"Yes" Rob turned back to him. "I heard Matt is holding another audition today, and from what I heard those candidates are very good"

Ferguson nodded slowly, he reached for his packet of cigarettes and pulled out a stick.

"Make sure I get their video first thing tomorrow morning"

"Yes, sir"

Ferguson stood up and walked towards his mini bar, while Rob quickly trailed along.

"Organize some girls, and make sure they're better than me in bed"

"Sir?"

Rob stopped on his tracks and tilted his head as a confused frown swallowed his face, he couldn't help but wonder if anyone's ever better than his boss in bed.

"Any problem?" Ferguson asked.

"Not at all, sir" he cleared his throat. "But you're a pro and it's gonna be very hard to find someone who's better than you"

Ferguson frowned slightly.

"Have you seen me in bed before?"

Rob's cheeks turned red as he coughed in embarrassment.

"I've heard your one nightstand talking about how good you are"

Rob coughed once more, and continued talking.

"Uh, there won't be any need for arranging any girls, sir"

Ferguson raised his eyebrows at him (Rob) to elaborate his words.

"Mr Jonathan's nightclub is opening tonight and he's already sent you an invite, he said he's got good girls waiting for you"

Ferguson smirked as he began imagining how good the girls would be, then he nodded, and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Then let's go clubbing tonight!"

Stella's point of view.

"Megan, I'm home" I announced as I pushed the door to our apartment open, and lounged on the sofa nearest to me.

I lazily threw my bag on the foot of the sofa, then reached for a cushion and hugged it tightly. At once I was engulfed in a tight hug without a warning.

"Ella! Ella! Ella!" Megan sang my name joyously.

"I'mma gonna die in two minutes if you don't let you" I said when I noticed she's slightly choking me.

"You're gonna die? What's gonna kill you?"

I rolled my eyeballs at her question, she's clearly oblivious of the fact that she's choking me.

"You're choking me, sweetheart" I tapped her arm around my neck.

"Oh, fuçk, I'm so sorry, darling" she apologized and quickly let go of me.

I puffed out some air as I turned around on the sofa, making sure I'm facing the ceiling above me.

"How was your audition, darling? Did you get a spot this time?" Megan asked anxiously.

Oh, here's a quick introduction, Megan's my best friend and we've been best friends since diapers.. she understands me very well and doesn't judge me for having a weird dream.

"Hey, honey" she snapped her fingers in front of my eyes. "You spaced out on me" she laughed lightly.

I let out a tired sigh.

"I'm trying not to believe this, but I'm sure that director has something against me -he just doesn't like me" I complained.

Her eyebrows raised as though she's waiting for me to continue, which I did.

"He's just a director, but he's behaving as if he owns yummy kiss production house, can you imagine his pride?"

I paused and bite my lower lip.

"I wish I could just audition in front of the CEO, and hears what he has to say about my skills" I grumbled.

Megan stared at me for a moment, then sighed too.

"The conclusion is.. you didn't get a spot" she said.

I pouted and nodded slowly.

"Yeah" I agreed.

She grabbed my hands, pulled me up and hugged me tightly, then rubbed my back comfortingly.

"He said I'm not skillful enough" I sniffled.

"That's because he's shortsighted"

Shortsighted? Ok, that's one funny way of comforting people.

"I mean, I just wanna turn my addiction into a profession, but he's giving me a hard time" I paused briefly. "It's better I become a pornstar, than having people call me a slût, is that too much to ask for?"

Megan shook her head.

"No, darling, it's not too much" she said.

I pulled away from the hug, push my hair back and leaned back on the sofa.

"Maybe I should just settle on being a call girl since... "

"Shut the fuçk up, babygirl" Megan snapped at me. "You're not gonna be a call girl.. not under my watch!" she scolded me.

"But... "

"Tatatata" she hushed me.

I set my lips on thin lines, and inhaled sharply.

"Well, seeing as you're so desperate right now, how about I help you enroll into a private lesson?"

"Private lesson?" I asked with a small frown.

"Yeah" she nodded. "I know of someone who can teach you, and you'll pass your audition next time"

I thought about it for a moment, and broke into an appreciative smile, then I jumped on her and began showering her face with kisses.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank..."

"But on one condition!"

I stopped at once, pouted my lips and gave her my bestest puppy eyes.

"You're gonna come with me to a place"

"Where?"

"Well, I heard a new club is opening tonight, how about we go check it out?"

A new club is opening tonight?!

Wow, now that's something interesting.. it's gonna be a nice distraction, maybe I'll get a guy to practice a new skill.

"I'm in"

"I knew you'll love to" she said excitedly.

"Of course, I'm gonna bang some hot guys there" then I winked at her, and our giggle filled the air.

•••••••••••••

Third person's point of view.

>Sin<

Rob drove into an empty space in the parking lot, then stepped out and rushed to Ferguson's side, and pulled the door open.

Ferguson alighted the car, his left eyebrow raised a little as he stared at the building in front of him, and he nodded as his eyes stayed glued on the words boldly written and shining brightly on above the door -sin.

"Sin... Jonathan sure knows how to pick names" he muttered to himself.

"Hey, Ferguson!"

He heard a familiar voice and turned around to see his best friend (Jonathan) taking long strode towards him, with his arms wide open as though he's calling Ferguson for a hug.

"You made it" he said, then pulled Ferguson into a hug.

"I'm just here for the bitçhes" Ferguson replied as he tapped on Jonathan's back a few times.

"Wait, what?" he pulled away from Ferguson.

"Who told you there are gonna be any bitçhes tonight?"

Ferguson gave him a strange look, before facing Rob with a glare and Rob quickly took a few steps back.

Jonathan chuckled as he threw an arm around Ferguson's shoulder.

"Come on, give Rob a break" he said. "I've got enough bitçhes for you tonight"

"Are they better than me?"

"There's only one way to find out" he replied. "Come on, let's go inside"

Then they headed towards the building.

•••••••••••

Stella's point of view.

"Whoa, I'm sure gonna have the wildest night ever" I exclaimed excitedly as I jumped out of the cab.

We've just made it to the club, and judging from the vibes in the atmosphere, I can tell I'm gonna have a great time.

"Tell me, how many dîcks your pûssy is anticipating tonight?" Megan asked as she wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

"Hm... " I twisted my lips for a moment while thinking about it. "Let's see what this club has to offer first" I replied.

Her eyes trailed down my clothes.

"Are you sure you're wearing a panty under that mini skirt of yours?"

"Of course" I replied with a nod, but she eyed me suspiciously.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded again, but she shook her head.

"I don't think so, maybe I should check for myself"

Then she tried to shove her hand under my skirt, but I caught her hand before she could.

"Fine" I sighed. "I'm not wearing any panty" I agreed.

"Care to tell me why you aren't wearing any?" she asked with a raised eyebrow.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"I just want an easy access" I replied, referring to later when I wanna get laid.

Megan glared at me, before rolling her eyeballs and pulled my skirt down a little bit, because it's just two inches away from my butts.

"You should have just come with no clothes on at all" she scolded me, but I laughed instead.

"I wouldn't mind that" I replied her. "Uh, I think I'll consider attending a party with no clothes, it would be so much fun" I giggled at my crazy thought.

She shook her head at my naughtiness, then inhaled sharply before grabbing my hand.

"Let's go and explore, baby!"

"Yay!!" I jumped happily, then we raced towards the building.

••••••••••

My eyes lit up in excitement as we swam through the sea of people, that are dancing to the beat of an upbeat music.

The smell of cigarettes and alcohol mixed with sweat was floating in the air, which gave the place an erotic atmosphere, and it is kinda turning me on right now, and my grip on Megan's wrist tightened as I bite my lower lip to hold back my urge -because if care isn't taken, I might jump on any guy here.

"Now, this is the real deal, this is your type of scene, huh?" Megan nudged my shoulder gently, then nodded at some couples that are grinding against each other.

"You daughter of sin, you know me so well" I told her and gave her a thumb up.

She simply chuckled.

"Let's go grab a table, I wanna get drunk before I jump into the dance floor"

"Yeah, me too" she agreed.

Third person's point of view.

"We're here" Jonathan said as they entered the VIP section.

He led them towards a group of four men who are chattering happily, with two or three ladies sitting intimately next to each of them.

Two of the men had cigarettes between their fingers, and one was pouring himself a glass of whiskey, while the last one was busy kissing one of the ladies with him.

"Yo, look who's here, fellas" Jonathan grabbed their attention.

They faced Jonathan and Ferguson, their smile widened when they realized Ferguson's arrived, and they stood up to shake hands with him.

"Finally, you've decided to creep out from your cave to have fun with us" one of the men said as he shook hands with Ferguson.

"Cut the crap, Michael" another cut in. "We all know Gus is here for the ladies" he added.

Ferguson smirked and snapped his fingers at the guy who just spoke.

"Miguel know me too well" he said, and they all laughed at his words.

He shook hands with all of them, before sitting on the chair Jonathan showed him and reached for a bottle of Hennessy.

"Sin?" he asked loudly.

They all gave him a confused look, he faced Jonathan and raised his left eyebrow a little bit.

"Your club is sin" he scoffed. "You sure knows how to pick names, don't you?"

Everyone laughed loudly as they've understood what he's teasing Jonathan.

Jonathan rolled his eyeballs, before reaching for a packet of cigarettes laying on the table, he pulled out his lighter from his pants pocket and hit the cigarette on the lighter lightly.

"Yeah, as if you're better than me.. yummy kiss" Jonathan said, saying 'yummy kiss' with a mockery laugh.

Everyone, except Ferguson, laughed uncontrollably at Jonathan's comeback, until Ferguson couldn't take it anymore, then he cleared his throat loudly.

"I'm running a porn film company, and I need a flirtatious name to attract my audience" he defended himself.

"I'm running a clubhouse, and I sell drugs which is pastors strongly preach against, hence I need a name that's closer to the devil to attract my customers" Jonathan defended himself too.

Their friends stopped laughing and began looking between them, waiting for their next comebacks.

Ferguson sipped his Hennessy, then raised his hands in surrender, and nodded his head.

"You win this round" he said which made everyone laugh.

"Gus always know when to step back" Michael said. "I love ya, man" he punched his chest lightly, and Ferguson did the same thing too, then turned his attention back to Jonathan.

"You said you've got good girls waiting for me" he raised his brows. "Where are they?"

Jonathan puffed out a lot of smoke from his mouth and nostrils, then clapped his hands lightly, and a group of five girls trooped out from a room adjacent to theirs.

"I offer you sin's best!" he introduced proudly which earned him some hoots his friends, except Ferguson.

Ferguson looked at the girls for some moment, his eyes were accessing their figures and features, especially their chest and backside, then he scoffed.

"You mean, this is the best your club can offer?" he asked at their chests. "They've got no boobs"

"Come on, man, don't judge a book by its cover" Jonathan replied him.

Ferguson shook his head, and faced the girls.

"Turn around" he ordered them.

They girls turned around, he studied their asses for a moment, then sighed and shook his head in dissatisfaction.

"You mess up, Nathan, you could have come buy some girls from my production" he sighed again. "These girls are too plain"

"Gus..."

"They should leave" he cut Jonathan short. "I'll just chill with you guys, your sin's best just turned me off"

Jonathan rolled his eyeballs, and signaled the girls to leave.

"So.. you mean there's no girl in my club that is up to your standard?"

"None"

"I guess I'll come buy some girls from your production house"

"Better, but my girls aren't for sale" Ferguson looked Jonathan in the eyes. "I don't do slave trade" he smirked at Jonathan's expression. "I won this round" he added as his smirk grew bigger.

"Yeah, but the night is still young, I bet you'll see a girl that's up to standard in my club tonight" Jonathan promised.

"We'll see about that" Ferguson replied.

•••••••••••

Stella's point of view.

>Thirty-five Minutes Later<

It's getting crazier with each passing second, people kept flocking to the dance floor as the DJ continued jamming different songs.

Megan and I haven't left our table once, but we're obviously having a good time, and I'm already starting to feel tipsy -we've both downed three bottles of beer each.

"Are you having a good time, Megan?!" I shouted over the loud music.

"Huh?" Megan asked as she leaned closer to me.

"I said, are you having a good time?!"

"Absolutely!" she replied. "But we aren't gonna order anymore drinks, or I'll have to carry you all the way home" she said sternly, and I pouted my lips, but she looked away.

I have very low tolerance for alcohol, which was why we're still at our third bottles because Megan's scared I'll get drunk and loose myself.

"Holy shît, this is our song, Ella!" Megan exclaimed as she shake my shoulder.

I broke into a smile after listening to the first few lines of the song, then sprang up and stood on my chair.

"I love you, Ed Sheeran!" I shouted as Ed Sheeran's 'shape of you' was playing loudly.

I jumped off the chair, and grabbed Megan's hand.

"Come on, let's go shake what our mama gave us, yeah?"

"Yeah!" she agreed.

I pulled Megan up, and we both rushed towards the crowd of people, that's jumping on the dance floor.

"Hype me" I told Megan and she nodded in agreement.

"Go Ella, go Ella, go Ella, go Ella!" she began cheering.

I gave her a thumbs up before dancing to the beat of the music, nobody noticed me at first, but after a few moments everyone stopped dancing and began cheering me.

"Go Ella, go Ella, go Ella, go Ella, go Ella" they were all cheering, and I got lost in the music.

Everyone was enjoying my dance, until shape of you ended and another music popped in, then I signaled everyone to jump in and they did.

"You did great back there" Megan whispered in my ear.

"Of course" I agreed proudly. "I'm gonna go find some boys" I winked at her.

She nodded. "I'll be here waiting" with that she jumped into the crowd of clubbers.

"Boys, boys... where are all the hotties?" I questioned myself as I walked backwards while nodding to the beat of the music.

"Holy shît!" I heard someone cursed behind me, which means I just bumped into someone.

I quickly turned around, and realized I've stained his white shirt with the glass of wine in his hand when I bumped into him.

I quickly snatched a tissue from a nearby table and began wiping his shirt.

"I'm sorry, I'm very sorry" I apologized without raising my head.

"It's nothing" a smooth velvet voice replied.

"I didn't mean to bump into you" I explained further.

"I saw your moves earlier, are you a dancer?" he asked.

I blew raspberry and shook my head, still not raising my head.

"I'm just trying"

I frowned when I felt his hot breath on my neck, but didn't say anything.

"How about you dance with me as compensation then?" he asked huskily.

"Sure"

That's when I raised my head, and I'm awestruck.

Oh my fuçking wet pussy! Is this a greek god standing before me?!

Holy shît!

A few strands of his jet-black hair fell on his face, his pointed nose complimented his well defined cheekbones, and concrete jaw.

His blue eyes glittered mischievously as they stared intently in mine, and his pinkish red lips pouted slightly in a tempting manner.

My eyes trailed down his body, I could tell he's got strong muscles even though he's wearing a big jacket, he's got this bad boy's vibes and I love bad boys.

My pûssy couldn't help but drip as a very dirty thought crossed my mind.

"Your dîck must be so huge!" I blurted out before I could stop myself.

He looked down at his manhood, then back to my face and smirked.

"Thanks?"

"I wanna have a taste"

"Huh?"

I grabbed his right hand.

"Fuçk me!" I ordered him, but in a pleading tone. "I want you to fuçk me, please"

He squinted his eyes for a moment, then his smirk grew bigger and he nodded in amusement.

"How good are you in bed?" he asked.

"I have all the time in the world to tell you how good I am, but my pûssy doesn't have so much time, she's already dripping and she's really can't wait to show you what she's got"

His smirk widened while his eyes stripped me naked, he placed a finger under my chin and raised my head up, making sure he's looking more intently in my eyes.

"Damn, bitçh you're so raw, and I love bitçhes!"

"Is that a yes?" I raised my brows impatiently.

"Fuçk yeah!" he looked around briefly. "Come with me"

Then I followed him sheepishly.