Lacy catches Ben in the act

A second passed, and there was a noise at the door. Lacy didn't want to try the handle again in case she had misunderstood the situation, but then she heard Ben shout through the door. "Come on in!" he said.

With a turn of the handle it opened, and Lacy got a real eyeful. Ben was still in his robe, but nothing else. His banana-hammock underwear was slung across the inner handle of the door. The man himself had his dick in his hand, and he made a face as if he hadn't been expecting her. "Lacy!" he said, feigning shock, and he drew his robe closed.

Lacy sighed. She should have known. "Come on," she muttered.

"I'm so sorry, I thought I was alone. So sorry, so sorry. Just needed to relieve some stress after the shoot! You understand," said the man who Lacy reminded herself was paying the bills.

She understood alright, and she shouldn't have been surprised. The fact that he hadn't opened the door himself should have tipped her off that he had something shady in mind. She just hoped that he would contain himself to a little peep show. She had seen worse on these sets. Hell, she had done worse.

"Come on, sit down," Ben said. There was a chair in front of the desk that he was sitting at the edge of.

"I'm just here for the money," Lacy said.

"Oh yeah, absolutely. Just give me a sec and I'll get it for you."