The Elevator

97.Angel blinks at the number again to make sure she's not imagining it, that there isn't another digit that she just overlooked.Nope.97. Holy shit.This number is on her PornHub profile, just below the picture of her standing naked in front of a swimming pool on a beautiful cloudless summer day, naked except for a pink thong hanging off her left ankle, one*hand running through her buzz cut pink hair while the*other is plunged deep inside her pussy.*The number means that she is now one of the hundred most popular porn stars on the planet.For a second she almost calls Dan to tell him the good news and then with a twinge realises she can't.Ugh. This sucks. She's finally achieved her life long dream of being one of the biggest whores in the universe and she can't even tell her best friend.She first met Dan at a party in college, when the idea of being a porn star was just a fantasy and she was contenting herself with being a normal everyday slut. Dan had invited himself to a threesome with her and her then boyfriend. The next morning her boyfriend had sobered up, yelled at her and stormed out. Dan had comforted her, eaten her out, fucked her twice (better than her boyfriend ever had), come on her tits and made her breakfast. They had been together ever since.*For the last eight years he had been her best friend/boy-friend/fuck buddy/scene partner/manager.*But then success had gotten in the way. Angel really wants to celebrate this moment with Dan, but she'll have to settle with the next best thing.Angel scrowls down through the 150 (JESUS!) or so videos she's tagged in until she gets to the oldest ones. She finds one from when she was still in college, maybe one of the first ones she ever uploaded. She looks so young, she thinks, as Dan slides his cock into her from behind and fucks her so hard the whole bed shakes.God, istanbul travesti I don't know what I'm doing, she thinks critiquing her past self's performance. I'm hardly even looking at the camera. I'm just focused on taking his dick as hard as I can. She was nervous, she could tell. Still afraid of people seeing her like this, naked and vulnerable. God Dan had a good body back then. Even the shitty resolution of his camera phone could catch the hard contours of his body. And she always loved seeing Dan's face when he fucked her, half evil grin and animal snarl. He was a sweetheart afterwards, but in the moment he just wanted to smash her pussy.Angel watches him fuck her younger self and slides her fingers into her pussy and masturbates on the bed, her moans almost synching up with those of the nervous amateur on the screen. She feels the orgasm rocketing through her as she watches Dan pull out and come all over her back, a back which, in this video, is still pristine and pale*and not covered in intricate Celtic knotwork done by a tattoo artist that she paid with an epic six-hour fuck marathon while Dan watched and filmed.*Thoroughly sated, she rolls over with her hand*still inside and feels her own juices running down her fingers.Suddenly, her phone vibrates.*Angel looks at the phone and is suprised to find a message from Dan. Maybe the power of her orgasm has psychically reached him and he's talking to her again?"MONDAY. THE OLD WAREHOUSE OFF MADISON. WE START FILMING 8 AM. DON'T BE LATE. WEAR A BUSINESS SUIT AND MAKE SURE YOUR ASS IS CLEAN."Wow. How romantic. And also, what the fuck is he talking about?She writes back:"Hello to you, too. Dan, we talked about this. I don't work for you any more."She feels a twinge of sadness as she types it. Her career has*started to skyrocket istanbul travesti in the last few months and agents have*started battering down her door. She had wanted to keep Dan, hell, he had gotten her this far. But every agent has*said the same thing: "Sweetie, if you want to make it big you need someone in a big agency. Not some guy you met in college."And she does*want to make it big. She wants*it more than anything. So that means*cutting Dan loose. Not friend Dan. Not fuck buddy Dan. Just manager Dan. But apparently they were a group thing. You either got all or none. Dan hasn't spoken to her since she fired him. She can kind of understand it, she had ridden his dick to stardom after all. She just wishes he could get over it and they could go back to how it was before."CHECK YOUR CONTRACT."What the fuck is he talking about?The contract was a joke. It was just a cute little thing he drew up when they started out to make themselves feel like they were actual professionals instead of just two horny losers with a camera and no traditionally employable skills.He doesn't actually think that it's binding, does he?She goes to her drawer and takes out the contract. To her surprise, she realises that it's actually a lot more detailed than she thought (she never actually read it). She finds what he's talking about, there's a clause whereby if she terminates their arrangement, he still gets to shoot one last movie with her.Another message: "Your choice. See you on Monday, or see you in court."Oh for fuck's sake, he wouldn't actually...But she did sign it. That means it's legally binding, doesn't it?Fuck it. Better safe than sorry. It's just one more shoot. What's the worst that can happen?***It's a bright, sunny morning which is a good thing because if it was dark Angel would almost istanbul travesti certainly be murdered on her way here.This is not a good neighbourhood.She finds the warehouse which looks like you could replace the word "ware" and "crack" and do a service to honesty. This place looks like it's been abandoned for years.Angel pushes the main door open and it practically collapses into a pile of rust. Inside the warehouse is filthy. He doesn't really expect her to fuck here, does he? Her phone buzzes."Keep going straight until you come to the elevator."Is he watching her?She looks around and sees CCTV cameras staring unblinkingly at her from dusty, cobwebbed corners. She raises her middle finger and gives it the grand tour, making sure each camera gets a good look. Buzz."Naughty" says the phone."Fuck you," she mouths to the camera.She walks across the warehouse floor, her stylish heels kicking up a trail of dust as she goes. At the end she reaches a service elevator. Buzz."Go to the sixth floor."Fine. She presses the button marked "6" and the whole building seems to rumble as the massive service elevator shudders to the ground. The door opens like some great beast about to swallow her whole.For a second, she feels a swell of panic. She's never liked*elevators. Too claustrophobic. And she*always feels like the cable is going to snap and send her to her death.The elevator judders and she feels a queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach as it begins its climb.This is really weird. What kind of porno is this? Where are the crew, the cameras, the...Suddenly the door opens.*Wait, this is only the first floor, why has the elevator stopped?There's a man standing outside the door. She doesn't know him but she knows a prison body when she sees one. Plenty of the guys working in porn have down time inside. She can tell from the physique*and the tatts. He looks around 35, shaved head, with a large dragon design working its way around his leg, across his back and devouring the back of his head. His eyes seem to bore into her. He's completely naked, and his cock*is pointing at her like it's accusing her of murder.