Caught on Camera: Part Two Read Online Free Page B

“I’m thinking you won’t be needing any of the little blue pills.”
    “No chance. Cade’s hot and I can’t wait to get started.” He fisted his shaft and pressed his thumb over the tip. “You want me to put underwear on under these posh trousers?”
    “No, it just gets in the way when you’re stripped on set.”
    “Fine by me.” Reece took the trousers from the hanger and pulled them on. He then slid his arms into the shirt.
    Donna walked over and helped him fasten the buttons. She smelled of pineapple and coconut—some sickly sweet, girly perfume.
    “Do you fuck girls too?” she asked.
    “No.”
    She looked up at him, her big blue eyes wide and her black lashes long and fluttery. “Oh, that’s a shame.”
    He smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment, shall I?”
    “Oh yes, it’s a compliment.” She patted the tips of her fingers on his cheek. “Tie. You need a tie. Lawyers wear ties.”
    She turned and started flicking through a hanger holding a vast array of ties. “Here we go,” she said, yanking free one that was bright red with silver stripes. “This looks right for the part.”
    Reece took it from her and began to knot it.
    Donna looked at him for a moment then walked to the door. “Learn your lines.” She pointed at the script, which sat on a dresser. “They’ll be here for you soon.” She shook her head and frowned. “Damn shame.”
    Then she was gone and Reece was alone in a porn star’s wardrobe room, dressed like a lawyer and with a script for Slippery Slots to learn.
    It certainly wasn’t his usual Friday morning.
     

Chapter Nine
     
     
     
    Reece had just finished studying the first scene of the fairly basic script when there was a knock at the door.
    “Come in,” he called, his stomach clenching. This was it. Time to rock and roll.
    Tom walked into the room. “Well, don’t you look the part,” he said with a smile. “Perfect.”
    “I’m glad you think so,” Reece said, standing.
    “Have you got those lines in your head?” Tom nodded at the script.
    “Yeah, the first few pages, pretty much.”
    “Good, because they’re waiting for you on set.”
    Reece rubbed his palms down his shirt to make sure it wasn’t creased. He then straightened the tie.
    Tom smiled and gestured for Reece to leave the room. “Please don’t be nervous. Just imagine it’s you and Cade, though please call him Jenson, at home having a sexy evening. Go with the flow, let your artistic side out—I’m sure you have one in your line of business.”
    “Well, I don’t really know, but I’ll try.”
    “And ignore the camera and the man operating it. Jack is my number two. He’s good at being invisible and prefers to be treated that way, so don’t even speak to him or make eye contact.”
    Tom stopped walking and turned to Reece. “I’m going to do a little experiment with you and Cade. You’re both bright blokes and because you’re into each other, I’m going to give you some free rein. Follow Cade’s lead if he adjusts you for the lens, he’s more experienced at that, but otherwise just fall into the scene and go with the flow.” He laughed. “Just fuck and fucking enjoy it, and it will be a winner.”
    Reece swallowed. “I’ll try.”
    “You’ll be fine.” Tom put his hand on the door. “The scene starts the minute you go in. Try and keep it smooth so editing is easier and if you mess up, unless Jack tells you to stop, keep going, it’ll be sorted out and chopped to the studio floor if it’s crap.” He put his hand on Reece’s shoulder. “But it won’t be, so basically go in, get naked and get rich.”
    “Okay. I get you.” Reece took a deep breath and stepped into the room. Fuck and fucking enjoy it. He could do that.
    The lighting was subdued, though a brighter lamp was angled at the bed. The bed was huge, draped in black silk sheets and dotted with red rose petals. Set at the end was a table holding an ice bucket, champagne, two glass flutes and a bowl of