Rin

Shelly then turned to me and asked what the other thing was.

"What other thing?" I said.

"You said, the director talked to you about two things. One was your throat and its commendable abilities. What was the other?"

It surprised me, but I felt myself beginning to blush. Lucy noticed it first.

"You're turning red," she said. "This must be hot."

I hesitated, but they practically begged me.

Finally, I said, "He told me that I acted quite different than most of their other female 'stars' but he didn't elaborate."

"Is that it?" said Shelly, looking anxious. "You didn't act like other 'stars'?"

"No, not exactly. He told me that, at the very end of the shoot, I said, 'I would have preferred tasting all of that cum rather than wearing it.' To which I responded, 'I did?'"

"You did?" said Lucy and Shelly simultaneously.

"He said, 'Not only did you say it, but you said it like you really meant it.' He looked at me more carefully. 'Did you mean it? Would you really want to taste that much splooge? Would you want, say, to drink a glass of cum?'"

"'I guess so', I told him, my orgasm-addled brain assuming that 'splooge' meant semen. 'Why not? That was sexy, but not being able to taste it all was only like a teaser. If I said that earlier, I meant it. I'd much rather have had those guys come in my mouth.'

Shelly and Lucy looked at me, incredulity on both their faces.

The two of them expressed their general feelings about semen. It clearly was not on their lists of favorite things to enjoy. They told me that the few other women they'd ever discussed it with felt that semen was just a necessary and occasionally disgusting part of sex.

"Gee, I don't think so. I thought it was kind of hot," came my response. It was met with another round of questioning looks.

Shelly then said, "Rin, you are one wicked lady. I wonder if telling you about this place has created a monster."

I simply smiled.

Maybe that enemy that forced me to remember parts of my past that I'd prefer to forget, had declared a truce, something bilateral. Maybe that enemy had become an ally. It felt like I might have a future, one with more good feelings and optimism than I'd had in a very long time.

I began to think about and even hoped for another shoot at ElegantX.

I could certainly use the money. And the guys. And the sex. And, if you'll pardon the vernacular, the splooge.