"It's fine. He's a little enthusiastic"

Willy may have acted like a total prick, but the scene was finished and the prospect of getting compensation made you forget all about your sore throat. You tell Murph that it's all good, and he flashes an impressed smile as you dismiss the entire topic with a simple wave of your hand. You can tell that he likely expected you to complain a little more about Willy's rough mannerisms.

"I'm glad. Well, thanks again, Marcy. I will see you around!", Murph concludes, before slinging a laptop bag over his shoulder and hurrying off. You're now just left in the room with the technical crew, who are busy packing up the recording equipment. They pay you little mind beyond the occasional lustful glance and you actually start to feel a pleasant, satisfied tingle in your belly at a job well done. Although that could just be Willy's cum settling in your stomach.

You look around to see if you can spot Murph's assistant; the guy with the sunglasses. You're eager to discuss compensation with him, but are disappointed to realize that he's not in the room with you. You frown, but realize that perhaps the conversation would be better held after a hot shower anyway; you know you still have globs of semen dotting your hair.

And so you slip into the hallway, leaving the technical crew behind as they finish packing up their equipment. You first decide to pay a visit to the dressing room where you left your clothes. You figure it'll be easier to slip straight into them after showering, and you're eager to rid yourself of your current confining attire.

But when you swing open the door to the dressing room, you are suddenly face-to-face with Honey. And standing behind her is another young woman; pretty with long, auburn hair and a freckled face. "There you are!", Honey exclaims at the sight of you, peering through her rounded glasses as she steps back to let you in. "We've been looking all over for you!". She gestures towards herself and towards the other girl, who greets you with a polite smile.

"Looking for me?", you ask, blinking at the both of them. You step into the dressing room and let the door fall closed behind you.

"Mh-mhm!", Honey hums as she claps her hand together excitedly. "I have a new scene for you. Something simple to start the morning with!".

You're taken aback; not having expected to tumble straight into your next performance. "Oh", you say as you awkwardly scratch the back of your neck. "My morning... may have already started, though", you admit; as if your cum-stained clothes, flushed cheeks and puffed up eyes weren't already enough of an indication of your 'morning activity'.

Honey lowers her glasses slightly with her right hand, peering over their rim as she examines you up close. Her smile fades and her eyes widen when she realizes that you've already seen a fair share of action just now. "Oh, sweetie", she says in a soft dejected voice. "Let me guess, Hoskins got a hold of you?"

You nod in answer, flashing an almost apologetic smile. Honey's sad tone makes you feel like you're disappointing her, which you certainly never intended to do. "He sent me to do a scene with a guy named Willy", you elaborate, instantly noticing both girls wrinkle their noses at the very mention of this name.

Honey exchanges a knowing glance with the other girl before turning back to you with a sigh. "Sweetie, careful around Hoskins", she informs you. "He might not ever lay a finger on you, but he's full of crazy ideas and even crazier associates. And he really needs to learn to take no for an answer". She puffs up her cheeks a little, already looking frustrated with the whole situation.

"I'll keep that in mind", you reply. It certainly hadn't escaped your attention that Hoskins was indeed a prelude to trouble.

But Honey isn't done dispensing advice: "And WHATEVER you do, do NOT follow him into the basement if he asks", she follows up, wagging her finger at you. "You wouldn't be the first girl to end up strapped into one of his crazy sex machines".

You bite your lower lip, desperately trying not to blush. This advice might have been much more helpful yesterday. At least Honey doesn't take notice of your awkward reaction. Or if she does, she simply decides to ignore it.

"Anyway. D-Do you still want to help out with the scene?", she asks in a hopeful voice, although she looks somewhat embarrassed asking it. "N-now?"