Rob ran off the set and downstairs, to the den of the filthy house that was the set for most of "The Erotic Addventures of Jim and Sharon." He peeled off the costume and threw it into a chair. Underneath he had on a t-shirt and shorts. This whole business made him sick, especially the transgender shit, he hated that.
And he had a suspicious feeling that the director or the producer had been slipping him drugs. The light seemed very bright in here. An ugly orange shag rug covered the floor. In place of a coffee table was a big wooden spool. In one corner hung an ugly light fixture that looked like it had been new back in the seventies. There wasn't even a TV. Scattered around, to be read between takes, were a few dog-eared paperbacks full of mindless action and boring, repetitious sex. Rob thought that the paperbacks were probably where the producer got his porn plots from.
Jane suddenly appeared in the door of the den. She had taken off her Sharon costume. "What's the matter, Rob?" Jane said. Jane was attractive, when she wasn't too deeply immerse in the "psycho-bitch" Sharon character. Jane had short brunette hair and large, bright eyes. For a porn actress, she looked remarkably innocent and sweet.
"I'm just sick of all this," Rob complained. "All the money in the world isn't worth doing something this demeaning."
Jane leaned over to kiss him. Under the heavy latex costumes it made sense to wear as little as possible, and Jane had on only a thin t-shirt and some cut-offs. Rob found himself kissing back. "Don't feel bad, darling," Jane mumbled to him. How did THIS happen? Up til now the only time Jane had ever approached him was when they were both in costume and she had been contractually REQUIRED to fuck him. But this was different. This was genuinely warm and sweet. He kissed her back.
They moved to the ratty, old couch with a cigarette burn on one armrest. Rob stripped off her flimsy shirt and cupped Jane's breasts in his hands. When casting a porno it made sense to go for the bustiest actresses you could find, and Jane was no exception. Her breasts were at least a double-D cup. Rob covered her face and breasts with kisses, then worked off his own shirt. Ah, it had been maddening to only touch her as Sharon while pretending to be Jim! But now, this was happening all on its own. The two worked their short down off their ankles. She straddled him and lowered herself onto him cock. Faster and faster Jane began bucking on him. Rob closed his eyes as he began to feel the stirrings of an orgasm welling up within him. . . .
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