Don't push the issue

You exhale sharply. Well, that's just great. That means for all your effort you barely made any money today. You don't push the issue further; perhaps you'll get a chance to earn some real cash before the day is done.

"And when do I get to do a real scene?", you ask him, trying not to let any your annoyance show.

"Go ahead and rest up a bit. I'm certain we'll have a real scene for you by the afternoon", the director says, pointing towards the door. "The break room is on the second floor. Maybe you can go ahead and meet some of your fellow talent there in the meanwhile".

You nod, but still leave the set feeling slightly frustrated. You make your way towards the wardrobe room, where you left your personal belongings in a bundle on the ground. You shrug out of the robe once more and start putting on your own clothes again{if clean = 0}, instantly soiling your panties with the semen still leaking out of you{else}{endif}. You make sure you have everything before you leave the wardrobe room.

When you step back in the hallway you almost bump into Sylvester, your co-star from the scene you just finished. He's back in his normal clothes, the hoodie lifted over his head once more. He's holding a can of beer, but flashes a delayed smile when he sees you. You notice he looks tired and a little hung over.

"A-hey. How are you?", he asks. He seems to have warmed up to you considerably after he got to plug your body with his massive manhood. You barely got a reaction from him the first time you met him, but now his gaze pours over you eagerly.

"I'm alright. A bit sore", you tell him, pointing downwards while giving him an accusing look. "Tell me. Did you know the scene we had was just for practice?"

"Oh. Uh. No, I didn't. I'm sorry", he says apologetically. You narrow your eyes, not certain if you believe him. In fact, you are pretty sure you don't. You almost get the feeling that he was hand-picked to test your limits. The director almost admitted as much, and now Sylvester is just lying straight to your face.

He notices your doubtful look and quickly tries to move past you. "Sorry, I can't stay to talk. I have to prepare for a scene with Mallory. She can be really intense." You purse your lips and he simply laughs when he sees your face. "I have to go", he tells you again, giving you a quick wave as he walks down the hallway and disappears out of view through the door.

You take a deep sigh as you head to the reception. You still feel slightly used and misled{if clean = 0}, and become uncomfortably aware of leftover semen leaking out of you to slicken your inner thighs.{else}.{endif}