Voices (1/2)
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vigorliTitle: Voices (1/2)
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smutcutter
Pairing: VigOrli
Rating: NC-17
Warning: It's got sex...(minor implied het) - and angst of course
Disclaimer: this NEVER happened.
Summary: Orli and Viggo meet at work.. ah, but what kind of work?
I want to thanktiggothy for her amazing beta work and frahulettaes for making sure I finished this story.
VOICES
by SmutCutter
Oingo Boingo blared in his ears from the iPod around his neck. He was shutting out the world today which consisted of ten other editors all chattering as the day began. The din of inane conversation was making him crazy:
“Dude, d’ja see the game last night ...”
”There’s this chick on the bus...”
“I like that beer...”
It made Viggo cringe. He was the oldest of this crew and he thought that might be the problem. He led a quiet life by choice. He wasn’t the only one with kids, but he was the only divorcee. Twice over, he muttered.
“Wow, who’s that?” Daniel, a skinny, pimply-faced comp editor, peered over his shoulder, 7-11 Big Gulp in his grip. Viggo was barely watching the screen.
”Hm? Oh, some new girl.” He sat back, sipping his tea.
“She’s hot,” was the verdict and Daniel walked away. “Hey, ya see the new chick?” Soon, the rest of crew had a new morsel to chew on for the next hour of useless blather.
Viggo had been an editor for over ten years, a porn editor for almost as long. One got used to this kind of comment from the younger staff members. Especially the new guys, who would, during the first few weeks of employment, often disappear into the bathroom for longer than normal. Vig just shook his head and chuckled. Christ, he thought, was I ever that young? He’d had his shot at mainstream work, but found he liked the solitude (and consistent paycheck) of editing adult material. People, directors, tended to leave you alone. And right now, Vig thought angrily as he turned up Danny Elfman to near ear splitting volume, alone is what I want. It didn’t work. Within a few minutes, the children were gathered around his machine drooling over the latest nineteen year old blonde.
“Have at it, boys.” Vig smirked and grabbed his tea cup for a refill.
The kitchen downstairs was painfully bright compared to his dimly lit edit bay. He was crouched over the water cooler when Ross, the company’s associate producer, walked in.
“Hey, there you are.” His feet shuffled with very worn Birkenstocks, unshaven, voice gravely from years of Marlboros .
“Yep, here I am.” Vig stood, joking. It was completely lost on Ross.
“Look, we need this done kinda right away.” Ross dropped a box of tapes on the table. “It’s a gay jack off thing. Straight Shooters: straight guys jacking off solo. I’ll bring ya the paperwork later.”
Vig put down his cup and pried open the box. “Only 7 tapes, huh? Friday okay for a rough cut?”
Ross lifted an eyebrow. “If you can do it that fast, sure .” He shuffled to the coffee pot.
“It’s why you came to me, man.” Viggo hiked the box onto his hip.
“The one you’re working on has been pushed back to next month. Jump on this one okay?” Cup in hand, Ross headed for the door, his cell phone ringing in his jeans pocket.
“You got it, ” Vig said to his back as he left. With a heavy sigh and the course of his day changed, he headed back up to his bay.
He hoped by now the puppies had retreated back to their dog beds and away from his monitor.
He settled back in his chair with the latest Michael Connelly mystery and propped up his feet. The images flickered on the screen as they were digitized into the computer and he paid very little attention. He made sure the colors were good and audio levels up to snuff then just let it roll. He glanced up now and then to change tapes; from the buff Army looking guy to the average 6-pack dude you might see at the gym, most faces he recognized. The day passed without incident and he managed to shut out the other editors, especially after one belched the alphabet and the other lemmings showered him with praise.
The last scene was on a rumpled bed as if the guy had just woken up. Viggo settled back once more, then caught the figure of the man on the screen, and blinked, his book forgotten.
“Okay, where’s the new kid?” The tired director muttered into his coffee cup.
“Hey! He’s right here!’ Katie bounced up with a smile bright as the sun, bleached blonde extensions stopping at her shoulders, bewildered looking pretty boy in tow.
“Orlando, right?” he stretched out his hand. The kid had a firm grip and nodded. “Well, get on the set, let’s see what ya got.”
Orlando was mute, the concrete floor cool under his feet, his skin raised with goose flesh as he wore only underwear and a thin t-shirt. His smile was pasted on and he wondered how the hell he got here.
He had been dating Katie for a month now and only recently discovered she was a porn star. It should have turned him off, but it did just the opposite, especially since the night she told him, she brought one of her girlfriends home to play. She always had ready cash, seemed to really enjoy her work, and did her best to talk Orlando into getting in front of the camera.
A few times, he went to the set with her and marveled at the professionalism, not at all like the sleazy stories he imagined. She, and the rest of the cast, signed the proper forms, tax paperwork and presented i.d.’s, std and hiv tests. If he did step into this arena, he would only work with her - at first, and she knew he had a massive sex drive.
Working as a waiter was not cutting it at all, not even the tips would help pay for his new head shots and his third agent had just dropped him . He was constantly told he was too pretty. But, it was not until he missed the rent again and his phone was turned off that he said yes.
Katie led him to the bed then quickly wrapped herself around him, kissing him hard, her hands running over his underwear. He hardened instantly. She giggled and broke the kiss.
”Honey, you’re a born porn star.” He only nodded and her smile faded.
“Orli - you’re terrified aren’t you?” Her fingers brushed his cheek and he nodded again. “Oh, you’re going to be fine! Just close your eyes and let your fingers do the walking.” She kissed him again and whispered. “Think of me... and Angela.” She nibbled his ear and skipped away.
He was suddenly cold and quickly crawled under the covers. The camera lights clicked on and flooded the set with a harsh glow. Orlando slipped his hand under the covers and stroked himself through his briefs to make sure he stayed hard. Maybe this was his calling.
“Okay, you are asleep - when I say action, you wake up and jack it, okay?” The director stood over him, coffee cup refilled. He pulled open the bedside table.
“You got lube in here, and a cock ring... also some butt plugs... but I really just want you to be natural, jack off like you would at home.” Orlando nodded again; he had yet to utter one word.
“You’re terrified ain’t ya kid?” The director sat on the edge of the bed, Orlando’s hand flew away from his cock as the director patted his leg.
“Look, you’re very good looking, I’ve seen the Polaroid's and you’ve got a great cock. Tell me, why are you doing this? Be honest.”
Orlando gulped. “The money.”
The director smiled like a shark. “You got it in one. Katie says you’re a powerhouse, so don’t disappoint me.” He stood. “But seriously, if you ain't diggin’ it - tell me - and we’re done, okay?”
“Yea, and thanks.” The director watched the kid relax back into the pillows and smiled. Ah, to break a new guy’s video cherry, today was gonna be a good day, the director thought and settled in his chair behind the monitor.
Viggo’s mouth went dry as he watched the boy wake up and stretch on cue. A few false starts with the lights being reset and on every take the kid was perfect. Viggo watched transfixed as the fourth take went all the way.
Orlando stretched and yawned as he had on the previous three takes. He pictured Katie sleeping beside him, but the image faded. He jacked off nearly every morning anyway, it was his own private time, and now he was sharing it with a cast and crew of twenty people. The set was deadly silent.
“Drop your hands over your body, start with your nipples.” The director spoke softly. Orlando tensed for a minute then exhaled and did as asked. The director’s voice had gone from hard working mode to smooth and seductive, a dark whisper.
“Let me hear you.”
Orlando pulled at a nipple and gasped, arching his back just a little, as his other hand slid down his side and toyed with the elastic band on his underwear.
“Don’t kick off the covers yet. Wet your fingers and keep playing - hand running over your chest - maybe up to your neck.”
A slick trail of spit from Orli’s fingers ran down over his chin to his chest, then his hand ran up through his hair, he shivered as the wetness cooled and dried, his other hand slipped into his briefs.
“Okay, jack slowly - tease it a little.” The director sipped his coffee.
With one foot, Orli eased the covers off, T-shirt bunched up to his armpits, one leg bent, the other splayed out, he pulled out his cock and reached for the lube. The director had fallen silent. Once the lube was applied he lay back and stroked.
“Slowly Orlando - take your time.”
Oh good, he thought, the voice is back. His whole body responded to being directed and he moaned softly, lower lip caught in his teeth. The knowledge that he was being watched was making his blood boil. With his free hand, he pushed his briefs lower, slipping out one leg, leaving them caught on his other ankle. He spread his legs father apart, and lifted himself up on one elbow. He looked directly into the camera. Katie squeaked then covered her mouth quickly, her blue eyes wide.
Orli dropped his head back and stroked faster.
“Don’t forget your balls, Orli. You got a lot of real estate down there.”
Orli smiled at the joke and slipped his free hand lower, massaging his balls brutally, back arched and moaning softly.
“Orlando - try going onto your knees.”
The voice was so simple in its command, Orli never questioned it. He slid to his knees, ass towards the camera and rested onto his shoulders; one hand still stroked while the other reached around from the top and teased his asshole. His breath was starting to hitch and he turned his face to the camera’s direction, eyes closed, lips parted, tongue darting out to lick those lips occasionally. He jacked his cock faster and slipped one finger inside; he gasped louder and started to slowly fuck himself.
“Very nice Orlando - keep going for a few minutes - that's perfect.”
The voice was so soft and soothing yet commanding. Orlando didn't stop, only stepped up the pace and slid in a second finger, fucking himself long and slow.
“Okay, on your back - you can cum anytime.”
He pulled his fingers out and lay on his back, legs stretched out, one hand jacking faster, the other hand slid back behind his balls. His body tensed, his skin blushed and he cried out softly as he came, head thrown back against the pillows, eyes squeezed shut, gasping as he shot all over his stomach.
“CUT! Perfect!” Applause all around and it was Katie that brought over the box of baby wipes to clean him up. He panted and his body glistened with sweat.
”Not bad, lover boy.” She kissed his forehead.
“Thanks.” He smiled as she wiped him clean and he fell back onto the pillows.
The director took a deep breath and suddenly realized they forgot to get stills. And he didn't care. He went outside for a cigarette.
Viggo found himself in the bathroom with the door locked and his hand sticky and dripping before he realized what he had done. He laughed at himself and was glad his shift was about over. He just might take that tape home.
Orlando had become the king of solo scenes. The money was not as much as he had hoped, but he was doing only solos, and at least his bills were paid. He had quickly gained a reputation for coming on cue and could get hard in an instant.
Katie pushed open the front door and dropped her bags. Orli was settled on the couch in his sweats staring at nothing in particular on television.
‘’That you?” he called over his shoulder and watched his girlfriend drag herself to the couch and flop down next to him.
“Remind me never to do three scenes in one day again.” She had not showered after the last scene and Orlando tried not to wrinkle his nose at the stale smell of sex sweat. He pulled her into his arms anyway.
“Tough day at the office?” he joked and she jumped away instantly.
”Oh god, don't touch me. You don't want to touch me now.”
Orli finished his beer. “Why not go grab a shower? We have that party to hit tonight.”
Katie rolled her eyes dramatically. “Oh pits. Are you kidding? That’s tonight?” She huffed and went to the shower, dropping her clothes as she went.
Orli listened to the water turn on and tried to clear his sinuses. He got up and stepped out onto the balcony, looking over the San Fernando Valley. He let his mind wander and the director’s voice echoed in his head. He resisted the urge to reach into his pants.
“This is getting silly, you know.” Katie was suddenly at his side, wrapped in a towel and rubbing at her hair. He was always amazed at how fast she could shower.
“Silly?”
“Yea, don’t you think it’s time we shared one place?” She leaned on the railing. “I’m just tired of living in two places. Too many times I get to the set and find that I left something here I need ... “
Her voice faded to a buzz in his ears. This argument is getting old, he thought. He liked his space. This was his place to relax. His own private haven. It was only a one bedroom in one of the new buildings off of Lankershim, but it was all his.
“Well? What do you think?” He had not heard one word.
“It’s getting late. Let’s deal with it later.” He pushed off the railing and went to change.
“Orli!” she whined before giving up .
The Highlands on Hollywood Blvd. was packed to capacity. The club was dark and the music was boomed. Orli gripped Katie’s hand and dragged her to the bar.
“Hey, not so fast!” she shouted. “These heels are killing me!” She primped in her too small silver slip dress and dropped her tiny purse on the bar.
Orli ordered and looked around. The red carpet at the entrance had been a nightmare of little white dots from flashbulbs and they still danced in his vision. They were the new cute porn couple and Orli knew to stand back when Katie gave an interview. Then, when it was his turn, she would cling to his arm and smile like an idiot. The beer was cold and the tiny glass for Katie sloshed with a green apple martini.
She lifted her hand and waved to someone, that same too bright smile on her face.
“It’s Amber!” she bubbled. “Let’s go!” She grabbed for his hand.
“Um, I’m actually going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back, okay?” He slipped his hand out of hers.
“Okay!” She kissed his cheek, leaving a pink smudge of candy scented lipstick then bounced off. He managed a small smile.
Viggo trudged to the door, cash in hand, ready to pay for the pizza he ordered.
“How much is it?” he mumbled, counting out the bills.
“You can’t afford it.” The blond man smiled, hands dug into the pockets of his suit pants, dark tailored jacket open, white shirt fashionably unbuttoned. Viggo looked up.
“Sean?”
“Am I that early? Why aren’t you dressed?” Sean looked at his watch as Viggo rolled his eyes.
“Don’t you ever check your messages? I said I wasn’t going.” He shuffled into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. He popped it open, leaned on the counter and took a long drink. Sean stepped in and closed the door.
“Again? You’re going to skip another party?” Sean crossed his arms and leaned in the doorway. “What’s wrong with you, mate?” His Yorkshire accent was deep tonight. Must already be high, Viggo thought, and sighed heavily.
“I just don’t feel like it, okay?”
“No, it’s not. This is the fourth one you are passing on. It’s not like you. We always have fun at these things, what's the matter? Thought you liked fun.”
“Nothing. Let it go.” He stomped off and the bathroom door closed hard.
Sean just stood, confused .
These porn parties were a good time for them, he thought. He always went home with some willowy wild female and Viggo would network the crowd for freelance work. Of course, for Sean, it was business too, he told himself. When you own three dvd authoring and dub houses, having a business card at the ready was a necessity and almost always yielded new business. He went to the living room and flopped onto the sofa.
“I’m not leaving without you!” he hollered over his shoulder and grabbed the remote. He pushed a few buttons to no avail then grabbed another one. It was still warm from being held and he hit play. The image of a most lovely boy popped up on the screen jacking a rather large cock. The toilet flushed and Viggo walked into the room, tying the string on his low slung sweats.
“Sean, I am not going so-” he stopped short and ripped the remote from Sean’s hand, frantically pressing buttons until the screen went blank.
“Watching porn?” Sean smirked. “Don’t you get enough of that at work? And since when do you watch young boys?”
“Out.” The knock on the front door was loud and the smell of pepperoni and cheese floated in. “I mean it.” Viggo walked to the door, never meeting Sean’s eyes.
“Viggo!” Sean stood and paced.
This was just getting more and more bizarre. Viggo had been avoiding his phone calls, hiding in his office, working obsessively and Sean was going to get to the bottom of it. He walked to the television and glanced at the stack of DVDs out of their cases. With one finger, he slid them around and noted the company logo and a name handwritten on each one.
Viggo dropped the pizza on the coffee table.
“Out, I said.” Sean looked at his haggard friend. He noted the dark circles under his eyes and a strange look in them.
“Orlando?”
”What?” Viggo paled.
“All these discs say Orlando.” Sean smiled as if he had uncovered some secret.
“Leave it.” Viggo dropped onto the sofa.
“Heard he just did his first boy-girl with Katie.”
Oh no , Orlando thought, jacking frantically. He glanced at Katie as she waited, naked, legs spread and waiting for the hard-on superstar to get it up. The female director let out a small sigh and made it even worse.
“Let’s take five, everyone,” she announced then stood, turning to greet a friend with a smile and a hug. “Hey, Ron!” The lights went out and the set cleared.
“Orli! What is it?” Katie sat Indian style on the bed, big puppy dog eyes looking up at him.
“I’m sorry. I don't know.... just give me a minute. Nerves.” He looked over and watched the director gesture wildly, telling Ron the story: Great on his own, but during the blow job, nothing. Orlando wanted to disappear into the floor.
“Take your time, babe. Just relax.” She kissed his neck then hopped off the bed. Wrapping herself in a small red satin robe, she skipped over to the craft services table. Orli turned to the corner, stroked faster and tried to concentrate.
“Wood troubles?” A dark familiar voice rolled over him. He simply nodded.
“Need a little something?” He knew the voice meant Viagra but he’d be damned if was going to fall into that trap.
“I’ll be fine.” He breathed.
“I know, Orli. I know.” Ron ran a hand gently over Orli’s ass and he watched his cock begin to come to life.
“I’ll be right behind Virginia. I’ll help direct. You can do this Orli... come for me.”
He was hard. The lights came up and he fucked Katie like a house of fire, Ron’s voice, the one he worked with since his first scene, running the action.
The day played itself in his head as he navigated through the party. He got through it all right, as long as he had that voice to tell him what to do. What the hell was up with that, he thought . He knew the answer and angrily pushed it down. He shoved open the door to the men’s room and disappeared from the overcrowded room.
Viggo was starting to hate these things. He had dressed much the same as Sean, pocket full of business cards and a cold beer in his hand. At home, any conversation had been averted when he walked into the bedroom and changed quickly. He’d had no time to shower or shave and hoped the lived in look was still popular. Sean slapped a hand on his shoulder.
“Not all bad, hm?” He smiled, lifting a hand in a wave to someone he knew. “You’ll see. Y ou’ll feel better after a night out.”
He didn’t ask about the Orli disks. He knew better than to press the issue. Viggo could be a fiercely private person and the more you knocked on the door, the more locks were added and eventually he would never open up at all. Sean had been through that with Viggo’s second divorce. When he went on vacation, Sean knew Viggo had spent the entire week in his new apartment compulsively watching the video from his wedding and honeymoon.
“Sean, stop trying so hard. I’m here. I’ll be fine.” Click went another lock. Sean nodded silently.
Viggo felt the room closing in on him. The press of bodies and being jostled around nearly made him scream but he knew no one would hear him. Or care, he thought, with as much self pity as he would allow himself. The dance floor was packed with gyrating bodies in various states of undress. He watched for a while then Sean introduced him to a potential client, a director named Ron something.
“I’ve heard a lot about your work!” he yelled over the music.
“Thank you, I love your directing, ” Viggo lied, bent over to yell back into the man’s ear.
“You got a minute to talk?” Ron yelled and took a step away from the dance floor. Viggo nodded and followed. Sean was lost, grinding against a leggy blonde to the beat of the over-amped music amid the spinning lights.
The two men found a small booth by the bathrooms where they could actually talk without screaming. They both ordered fresh drinks and dug right in.
“I have seen a lot of your work; that was no bullshit, ” Ron said, “Do you really do freelance as well as work with Sean?”
Viggo nodded. “Oh yea. Have my own home system. Sean knows all about it.”
“Very good. Do you have a set rate? ” A cigarette lit. Then one for Viggo.
“No, well, I have a range I like to stay in.”
The conversation continued for a while, all the business hammered out easily.
Orlando listened at the door, his hand moving lower until his dick was out of his pants. He knew Ron’s voice but didn't know this other smoky dark tone. He was hard in an instant and began to stroke himself slowly.
Viggo liked this guy and was actually looking forward to editing one of his films on his own. His mood lightened and his smile came easy.
Ron stubbed out another cigarette. “You know, I am starting to hate these little gatherings.” He glanced around the room. “I mean it’s just a reason for shameless self promotion, right?”
Viggo agreed. “And a reason for girls to wear Life Savers and dental floss as an outfit.”
They both watched Katie navigate the crowd, eyes scanning for someone, then get hijacked and hugged and dragged onto the dance floor by another petite female. They heard a slight bump on the other side of the wall and didn't pay attention to it.
Orlando dropped his head back hard as he came silently. That damned voice. He wanted that voice all around him, in him, washing down his neck as it fucked him. Jesus NO! he yelled at himself, hurriedly washed his hands and pulling himself back together.
“And I never asked, what is your new film about?”
Ron chuckled. “We got the specifics but not the fun part hm? Well, it’s a takeoff on Heathers, that 80’s movie with Winona Ryder?”
‘Yea?” Viggo laughed. “I love it already.”
“Thanks. I got Katie and Orlando lined up for the leads.”
Viggo gulped and Ron smiled slowly. “He is something isn’t he?” Viggo blinked and didn't question how Ron knew what he was thinking.
“Yes.” Viggo breathed out with a long breath, almost glad to at least say the one word.
“Yea, I’ve directed almost all his scenes.”
Viggo’s eyes widened. “You're THAT Ron?”
“That sounds bad.” Ron smiled.
“I edited Straight Shooters.”
“You're kidding me!”
“Nope.”
“So, you already know how I like my editing done!” Ron laughed. “Wow this is great! Why have I never met you before?”
“Hey, why is this door locked?”
A tall dark haired man was tugging and banging at the door to the men’s room. Viggo and Ron turned and watched as the security guard walked up with a key.
Orlando stumbled out of the bathroom before the guard could get it open and crashed into the guy waiting to walk in. He tripped over his own feet and fell into the back of the booth. Viggo was shoved forward, his beer spilling all over the table and Ron.
“Oh god - I am so sorry,” h e said to the guy as he angrily went past Orli and into the bathroom. The guard just shuffled away and Viggo was frantically trying to mop up the mess with the tiny bar napkins. “It’s okay, its just beer.”
“Speak for yourself! These pants are new!” But Ron was smiling and laughing. Orlando whipped around and looked at the men, eyes wide.
“Oh god! Ron! I am - “
“Orli, relax.” He slid out of the booth and stood. “If you two will excuse me. Orli, this is Viggo - Vig - Orli.” And he slipped into the men’s room. A waitress appeared and mopped up the beer, then replaced the drinks.
Viggo and Orli stared at each other for a long moment. Here he was in the flesh and Viggo was stunned. Orli now had a face for the voice that made him cum harder than ever. Orli finally spoke.
“Did he say.. Fee-go?”
“Viggo, with a V. Yea, its Danish. Orli?”
“Orlando.”
“How poetic.” He extended his hand and Orli slowly accepted it. Viggo noted his was still damp as if just washed.
”Poetic?” He slid into the booth across from Viggo, still staring at him.
“Yea, is it your real name?”
Orli blinked. “Yes, why... Oh, you thought it was my porn name. Well, Katie said - “
“- pick a name you would not be embarrassed to introduce yourself as.” Viggo smiled and it made Orli relax.
“How did you know?”
“Been in this business a long time.” And I have never seen anything like you, he finished to himself.
“I’m brand new. It’s a strange business.” Orli’s voice had dropped but his eyes had not, he just wanted to keep this man talking.
“It can be, but it can be handled. I like your accent, by the way. English, yea?”
Orli nodded. “Yes, I’m from London.”
“Long way from home, hm?” Viggo did not look away, could not. Orli shifted in his seat, Viggo’s voice was becoming his new drug and the last thing he wanted to talk about was home. And why he left.
“There you are!” Katie bounded up. “Where have you been!?” She smiled and waved to Viggo. “Hi, I’m Katie.”
“This is Viggo.” Orli stood and slipped his arm around Katie out of habit and pulled his jacket closed to hide his hard on.
”What a cool name! Hey, Amber and Josh are going to hit some real parties, you ready?” She looked up expectantly at Orli and he nodded.
“It was nice to meet you.” Orli tried to ignore the rock in his stomach at the idea of walking away.
Viggo dug into his pocket and pulled out a card. “If you want that tour through the underbelly of the industry....”
Orli took the card with a smile. “Thanks! I’ll give you a call.”
Which sounded fake to his own ears. He had used the line a million times then usually shoved the card under his drink napkin and left. This one he slipped into his back pocket.
TBC
Author:
smutcutterPairing: VigOrli
Rating: NC-17
Warning: It's got sex...(minor implied het) - and angst of course
Disclaimer: this NEVER happened.
Summary: Orli and Viggo meet at work.. ah, but what kind of work?
I want to thank
tiggothy for her amazing beta work and frahulettaes for making sure I finished this story.VOICES
by SmutCutter
Oingo Boingo blared in his ears from the iPod around his neck. He was shutting out the world today which consisted of ten other editors all chattering as the day began. The din of inane conversation was making him crazy:
“Dude, d’ja see the game last night ...”
”There’s this chick on the bus...”
“I like that beer...”
It made Viggo cringe. He was the oldest of this crew and he thought that might be the problem. He led a quiet life by choice. He wasn’t the only one with kids, but he was the only divorcee. Twice over, he muttered.
“Wow, who’s that?” Daniel, a skinny, pimply-faced comp editor, peered over his shoulder, 7-11 Big Gulp in his grip. Viggo was barely watching the screen.
”Hm? Oh, some new girl.” He sat back, sipping his tea.
“She’s hot,” was the verdict and Daniel walked away. “Hey, ya see the new chick?” Soon, the rest of crew had a new morsel to chew on for the next hour of useless blather.
Viggo had been an editor for over ten years, a porn editor for almost as long. One got used to this kind of comment from the younger staff members. Especially the new guys, who would, during the first few weeks of employment, often disappear into the bathroom for longer than normal. Vig just shook his head and chuckled. Christ, he thought, was I ever that young? He’d had his shot at mainstream work, but found he liked the solitude (and consistent paycheck) of editing adult material. People, directors, tended to leave you alone. And right now, Vig thought angrily as he turned up Danny Elfman to near ear splitting volume, alone is what I want. It didn’t work. Within a few minutes, the children were gathered around his machine drooling over the latest nineteen year old blonde.
“Have at it, boys.” Vig smirked and grabbed his tea cup for a refill.
The kitchen downstairs was painfully bright compared to his dimly lit edit bay. He was crouched over the water cooler when Ross, the company’s associate producer, walked in.
“Hey, there you are.” His feet shuffled with very worn Birkenstocks, unshaven, voice gravely from years of Marlboros .
“Yep, here I am.” Vig stood, joking. It was completely lost on Ross.
“Look, we need this done kinda right away.” Ross dropped a box of tapes on the table. “It’s a gay jack off thing. Straight Shooters: straight guys jacking off solo. I’ll bring ya the paperwork later.”
Vig put down his cup and pried open the box. “Only 7 tapes, huh? Friday okay for a rough cut?”
Ross lifted an eyebrow. “If you can do it that fast, sure .” He shuffled to the coffee pot.
“It’s why you came to me, man.” Viggo hiked the box onto his hip.
“The one you’re working on has been pushed back to next month. Jump on this one okay?” Cup in hand, Ross headed for the door, his cell phone ringing in his jeans pocket.
“You got it, ” Vig said to his back as he left. With a heavy sigh and the course of his day changed, he headed back up to his bay.
He hoped by now the puppies had retreated back to their dog beds and away from his monitor.
He settled back in his chair with the latest Michael Connelly mystery and propped up his feet. The images flickered on the screen as they were digitized into the computer and he paid very little attention. He made sure the colors were good and audio levels up to snuff then just let it roll. He glanced up now and then to change tapes; from the buff Army looking guy to the average 6-pack dude you might see at the gym, most faces he recognized. The day passed without incident and he managed to shut out the other editors, especially after one belched the alphabet and the other lemmings showered him with praise.
The last scene was on a rumpled bed as if the guy had just woken up. Viggo settled back once more, then caught the figure of the man on the screen, and blinked, his book forgotten.
“Okay, where’s the new kid?” The tired director muttered into his coffee cup.
“Hey! He’s right here!’ Katie bounced up with a smile bright as the sun, bleached blonde extensions stopping at her shoulders, bewildered looking pretty boy in tow.
“Orlando, right?” he stretched out his hand. The kid had a firm grip and nodded. “Well, get on the set, let’s see what ya got.”
Orlando was mute, the concrete floor cool under his feet, his skin raised with goose flesh as he wore only underwear and a thin t-shirt. His smile was pasted on and he wondered how the hell he got here.
He had been dating Katie for a month now and only recently discovered she was a porn star. It should have turned him off, but it did just the opposite, especially since the night she told him, she brought one of her girlfriends home to play. She always had ready cash, seemed to really enjoy her work, and did her best to talk Orlando into getting in front of the camera.
A few times, he went to the set with her and marveled at the professionalism, not at all like the sleazy stories he imagined. She, and the rest of the cast, signed the proper forms, tax paperwork and presented i.d.’s, std and hiv tests. If he did step into this arena, he would only work with her - at first, and she knew he had a massive sex drive.
Working as a waiter was not cutting it at all, not even the tips would help pay for his new head shots and his third agent had just dropped him . He was constantly told he was too pretty. But, it was not until he missed the rent again and his phone was turned off that he said yes.
Katie led him to the bed then quickly wrapped herself around him, kissing him hard, her hands running over his underwear. He hardened instantly. She giggled and broke the kiss.
”Honey, you’re a born porn star.” He only nodded and her smile faded.
“Orli - you’re terrified aren’t you?” Her fingers brushed his cheek and he nodded again. “Oh, you’re going to be fine! Just close your eyes and let your fingers do the walking.” She kissed him again and whispered. “Think of me... and Angela.” She nibbled his ear and skipped away.
He was suddenly cold and quickly crawled under the covers. The camera lights clicked on and flooded the set with a harsh glow. Orlando slipped his hand under the covers and stroked himself through his briefs to make sure he stayed hard. Maybe this was his calling.
“Okay, you are asleep - when I say action, you wake up and jack it, okay?” The director stood over him, coffee cup refilled. He pulled open the bedside table.
“You got lube in here, and a cock ring... also some butt plugs... but I really just want you to be natural, jack off like you would at home.” Orlando nodded again; he had yet to utter one word.
“You’re terrified ain’t ya kid?” The director sat on the edge of the bed, Orlando’s hand flew away from his cock as the director patted his leg.
“Look, you’re very good looking, I’ve seen the Polaroid's and you’ve got a great cock. Tell me, why are you doing this? Be honest.”
Orlando gulped. “The money.”
The director smiled like a shark. “You got it in one. Katie says you’re a powerhouse, so don’t disappoint me.” He stood. “But seriously, if you ain't diggin’ it - tell me - and we’re done, okay?”
“Yea, and thanks.” The director watched the kid relax back into the pillows and smiled. Ah, to break a new guy’s video cherry, today was gonna be a good day, the director thought and settled in his chair behind the monitor.
Viggo’s mouth went dry as he watched the boy wake up and stretch on cue. A few false starts with the lights being reset and on every take the kid was perfect. Viggo watched transfixed as the fourth take went all the way.
Orlando stretched and yawned as he had on the previous three takes. He pictured Katie sleeping beside him, but the image faded. He jacked off nearly every morning anyway, it was his own private time, and now he was sharing it with a cast and crew of twenty people. The set was deadly silent.
“Drop your hands over your body, start with your nipples.” The director spoke softly. Orlando tensed for a minute then exhaled and did as asked. The director’s voice had gone from hard working mode to smooth and seductive, a dark whisper.
“Let me hear you.”
Orlando pulled at a nipple and gasped, arching his back just a little, as his other hand slid down his side and toyed with the elastic band on his underwear.
“Don’t kick off the covers yet. Wet your fingers and keep playing - hand running over your chest - maybe up to your neck.”
A slick trail of spit from Orli’s fingers ran down over his chin to his chest, then his hand ran up through his hair, he shivered as the wetness cooled and dried, his other hand slipped into his briefs.
“Okay, jack slowly - tease it a little.” The director sipped his coffee.
With one foot, Orli eased the covers off, T-shirt bunched up to his armpits, one leg bent, the other splayed out, he pulled out his cock and reached for the lube. The director had fallen silent. Once the lube was applied he lay back and stroked.
“Slowly Orlando - take your time.”
Oh good, he thought, the voice is back. His whole body responded to being directed and he moaned softly, lower lip caught in his teeth. The knowledge that he was being watched was making his blood boil. With his free hand, he pushed his briefs lower, slipping out one leg, leaving them caught on his other ankle. He spread his legs father apart, and lifted himself up on one elbow. He looked directly into the camera. Katie squeaked then covered her mouth quickly, her blue eyes wide.
Orli dropped his head back and stroked faster.
“Don’t forget your balls, Orli. You got a lot of real estate down there.”
Orli smiled at the joke and slipped his free hand lower, massaging his balls brutally, back arched and moaning softly.
“Orlando - try going onto your knees.”
The voice was so simple in its command, Orli never questioned it. He slid to his knees, ass towards the camera and rested onto his shoulders; one hand still stroked while the other reached around from the top and teased his asshole. His breath was starting to hitch and he turned his face to the camera’s direction, eyes closed, lips parted, tongue darting out to lick those lips occasionally. He jacked his cock faster and slipped one finger inside; he gasped louder and started to slowly fuck himself.
“Very nice Orlando - keep going for a few minutes - that's perfect.”
The voice was so soft and soothing yet commanding. Orlando didn't stop, only stepped up the pace and slid in a second finger, fucking himself long and slow.
“Okay, on your back - you can cum anytime.”
He pulled his fingers out and lay on his back, legs stretched out, one hand jacking faster, the other hand slid back behind his balls. His body tensed, his skin blushed and he cried out softly as he came, head thrown back against the pillows, eyes squeezed shut, gasping as he shot all over his stomach.
“CUT! Perfect!” Applause all around and it was Katie that brought over the box of baby wipes to clean him up. He panted and his body glistened with sweat.
”Not bad, lover boy.” She kissed his forehead.
“Thanks.” He smiled as she wiped him clean and he fell back onto the pillows.
The director took a deep breath and suddenly realized they forgot to get stills. And he didn't care. He went outside for a cigarette.
Viggo found himself in the bathroom with the door locked and his hand sticky and dripping before he realized what he had done. He laughed at himself and was glad his shift was about over. He just might take that tape home.
Orlando had become the king of solo scenes. The money was not as much as he had hoped, but he was doing only solos, and at least his bills were paid. He had quickly gained a reputation for coming on cue and could get hard in an instant.
Katie pushed open the front door and dropped her bags. Orli was settled on the couch in his sweats staring at nothing in particular on television.
‘’That you?” he called over his shoulder and watched his girlfriend drag herself to the couch and flop down next to him.
“Remind me never to do three scenes in one day again.” She had not showered after the last scene and Orlando tried not to wrinkle his nose at the stale smell of sex sweat. He pulled her into his arms anyway.
“Tough day at the office?” he joked and she jumped away instantly.
”Oh god, don't touch me. You don't want to touch me now.”
Orli finished his beer. “Why not go grab a shower? We have that party to hit tonight.”
Katie rolled her eyes dramatically. “Oh pits. Are you kidding? That’s tonight?” She huffed and went to the shower, dropping her clothes as she went.
Orli listened to the water turn on and tried to clear his sinuses. He got up and stepped out onto the balcony, looking over the San Fernando Valley. He let his mind wander and the director’s voice echoed in his head. He resisted the urge to reach into his pants.
“This is getting silly, you know.” Katie was suddenly at his side, wrapped in a towel and rubbing at her hair. He was always amazed at how fast she could shower.
“Silly?”
“Yea, don’t you think it’s time we shared one place?” She leaned on the railing. “I’m just tired of living in two places. Too many times I get to the set and find that I left something here I need ... “
Her voice faded to a buzz in his ears. This argument is getting old, he thought. He liked his space. This was his place to relax. His own private haven. It was only a one bedroom in one of the new buildings off of Lankershim, but it was all his.
“Well? What do you think?” He had not heard one word.
“It’s getting late. Let’s deal with it later.” He pushed off the railing and went to change.
“Orli!” she whined before giving up .
The Highlands on Hollywood Blvd. was packed to capacity. The club was dark and the music was boomed. Orli gripped Katie’s hand and dragged her to the bar.
“Hey, not so fast!” she shouted. “These heels are killing me!” She primped in her too small silver slip dress and dropped her tiny purse on the bar.
Orli ordered and looked around. The red carpet at the entrance had been a nightmare of little white dots from flashbulbs and they still danced in his vision. They were the new cute porn couple and Orli knew to stand back when Katie gave an interview. Then, when it was his turn, she would cling to his arm and smile like an idiot. The beer was cold and the tiny glass for Katie sloshed with a green apple martini.
She lifted her hand and waved to someone, that same too bright smile on her face.
“It’s Amber!” she bubbled. “Let’s go!” She grabbed for his hand.
“Um, I’m actually going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back, okay?” He slipped his hand out of hers.
“Okay!” She kissed his cheek, leaving a pink smudge of candy scented lipstick then bounced off. He managed a small smile.
Viggo trudged to the door, cash in hand, ready to pay for the pizza he ordered.
“How much is it?” he mumbled, counting out the bills.
“You can’t afford it.” The blond man smiled, hands dug into the pockets of his suit pants, dark tailored jacket open, white shirt fashionably unbuttoned. Viggo looked up.
“Sean?”
“Am I that early? Why aren’t you dressed?” Sean looked at his watch as Viggo rolled his eyes.
“Don’t you ever check your messages? I said I wasn’t going.” He shuffled into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. He popped it open, leaned on the counter and took a long drink. Sean stepped in and closed the door.
“Again? You’re going to skip another party?” Sean crossed his arms and leaned in the doorway. “What’s wrong with you, mate?” His Yorkshire accent was deep tonight. Must already be high, Viggo thought, and sighed heavily.
“I just don’t feel like it, okay?”
“No, it’s not. This is the fourth one you are passing on. It’s not like you. We always have fun at these things, what's the matter? Thought you liked fun.”
“Nothing. Let it go.” He stomped off and the bathroom door closed hard.
Sean just stood, confused .
These porn parties were a good time for them, he thought. He always went home with some willowy wild female and Viggo would network the crowd for freelance work. Of course, for Sean, it was business too, he told himself. When you own three dvd authoring and dub houses, having a business card at the ready was a necessity and almost always yielded new business. He went to the living room and flopped onto the sofa.
“I’m not leaving without you!” he hollered over his shoulder and grabbed the remote. He pushed a few buttons to no avail then grabbed another one. It was still warm from being held and he hit play. The image of a most lovely boy popped up on the screen jacking a rather large cock. The toilet flushed and Viggo walked into the room, tying the string on his low slung sweats.
“Sean, I am not going so-” he stopped short and ripped the remote from Sean’s hand, frantically pressing buttons until the screen went blank.
“Watching porn?” Sean smirked. “Don’t you get enough of that at work? And since when do you watch young boys?”
“Out.” The knock on the front door was loud and the smell of pepperoni and cheese floated in. “I mean it.” Viggo walked to the door, never meeting Sean’s eyes.
“Viggo!” Sean stood and paced.
This was just getting more and more bizarre. Viggo had been avoiding his phone calls, hiding in his office, working obsessively and Sean was going to get to the bottom of it. He walked to the television and glanced at the stack of DVDs out of their cases. With one finger, he slid them around and noted the company logo and a name handwritten on each one.
Viggo dropped the pizza on the coffee table.
“Out, I said.” Sean looked at his haggard friend. He noted the dark circles under his eyes and a strange look in them.
“Orlando?”
”What?” Viggo paled.
“All these discs say Orlando.” Sean smiled as if he had uncovered some secret.
“Leave it.” Viggo dropped onto the sofa.
“Heard he just did his first boy-girl with Katie.”
Oh no , Orlando thought, jacking frantically. He glanced at Katie as she waited, naked, legs spread and waiting for the hard-on superstar to get it up. The female director let out a small sigh and made it even worse.
“Let’s take five, everyone,” she announced then stood, turning to greet a friend with a smile and a hug. “Hey, Ron!” The lights went out and the set cleared.
“Orli! What is it?” Katie sat Indian style on the bed, big puppy dog eyes looking up at him.
“I’m sorry. I don't know.... just give me a minute. Nerves.” He looked over and watched the director gesture wildly, telling Ron the story: Great on his own, but during the blow job, nothing. Orlando wanted to disappear into the floor.
“Take your time, babe. Just relax.” She kissed his neck then hopped off the bed. Wrapping herself in a small red satin robe, she skipped over to the craft services table. Orli turned to the corner, stroked faster and tried to concentrate.
“Wood troubles?” A dark familiar voice rolled over him. He simply nodded.
“Need a little something?” He knew the voice meant Viagra but he’d be damned if was going to fall into that trap.
“I’ll be fine.” He breathed.
“I know, Orli. I know.” Ron ran a hand gently over Orli’s ass and he watched his cock begin to come to life.
“I’ll be right behind Virginia. I’ll help direct. You can do this Orli... come for me.”
He was hard. The lights came up and he fucked Katie like a house of fire, Ron’s voice, the one he worked with since his first scene, running the action.
The day played itself in his head as he navigated through the party. He got through it all right, as long as he had that voice to tell him what to do. What the hell was up with that, he thought . He knew the answer and angrily pushed it down. He shoved open the door to the men’s room and disappeared from the overcrowded room.
Viggo was starting to hate these things. He had dressed much the same as Sean, pocket full of business cards and a cold beer in his hand. At home, any conversation had been averted when he walked into the bedroom and changed quickly. He’d had no time to shower or shave and hoped the lived in look was still popular. Sean slapped a hand on his shoulder.
“Not all bad, hm?” He smiled, lifting a hand in a wave to someone he knew. “You’ll see. Y ou’ll feel better after a night out.”
He didn’t ask about the Orli disks. He knew better than to press the issue. Viggo could be a fiercely private person and the more you knocked on the door, the more locks were added and eventually he would never open up at all. Sean had been through that with Viggo’s second divorce. When he went on vacation, Sean knew Viggo had spent the entire week in his new apartment compulsively watching the video from his wedding and honeymoon.
“Sean, stop trying so hard. I’m here. I’ll be fine.” Click went another lock. Sean nodded silently.
Viggo felt the room closing in on him. The press of bodies and being jostled around nearly made him scream but he knew no one would hear him. Or care, he thought, with as much self pity as he would allow himself. The dance floor was packed with gyrating bodies in various states of undress. He watched for a while then Sean introduced him to a potential client, a director named Ron something.
“I’ve heard a lot about your work!” he yelled over the music.
“Thank you, I love your directing, ” Viggo lied, bent over to yell back into the man’s ear.
“You got a minute to talk?” Ron yelled and took a step away from the dance floor. Viggo nodded and followed. Sean was lost, grinding against a leggy blonde to the beat of the over-amped music amid the spinning lights.
The two men found a small booth by the bathrooms where they could actually talk without screaming. They both ordered fresh drinks and dug right in.
“I have seen a lot of your work; that was no bullshit, ” Ron said, “Do you really do freelance as well as work with Sean?”
Viggo nodded. “Oh yea. Have my own home system. Sean knows all about it.”
“Very good. Do you have a set rate? ” A cigarette lit. Then one for Viggo.
“No, well, I have a range I like to stay in.”
The conversation continued for a while, all the business hammered out easily.
Orlando listened at the door, his hand moving lower until his dick was out of his pants. He knew Ron’s voice but didn't know this other smoky dark tone. He was hard in an instant and began to stroke himself slowly.
Viggo liked this guy and was actually looking forward to editing one of his films on his own. His mood lightened and his smile came easy.
Ron stubbed out another cigarette. “You know, I am starting to hate these little gatherings.” He glanced around the room. “I mean it’s just a reason for shameless self promotion, right?”
Viggo agreed. “And a reason for girls to wear Life Savers and dental floss as an outfit.”
They both watched Katie navigate the crowd, eyes scanning for someone, then get hijacked and hugged and dragged onto the dance floor by another petite female. They heard a slight bump on the other side of the wall and didn't pay attention to it.
Orlando dropped his head back hard as he came silently. That damned voice. He wanted that voice all around him, in him, washing down his neck as it fucked him. Jesus NO! he yelled at himself, hurriedly washed his hands and pulling himself back together.
“And I never asked, what is your new film about?”
Ron chuckled. “We got the specifics but not the fun part hm? Well, it’s a takeoff on Heathers, that 80’s movie with Winona Ryder?”
‘Yea?” Viggo laughed. “I love it already.”
“Thanks. I got Katie and Orlando lined up for the leads.”
Viggo gulped and Ron smiled slowly. “He is something isn’t he?” Viggo blinked and didn't question how Ron knew what he was thinking.
“Yes.” Viggo breathed out with a long breath, almost glad to at least say the one word.
“Yea, I’ve directed almost all his scenes.”
Viggo’s eyes widened. “You're THAT Ron?”
“That sounds bad.” Ron smiled.
“I edited Straight Shooters.”
“You're kidding me!”
“Nope.”
“So, you already know how I like my editing done!” Ron laughed. “Wow this is great! Why have I never met you before?”
“Hey, why is this door locked?”
A tall dark haired man was tugging and banging at the door to the men’s room. Viggo and Ron turned and watched as the security guard walked up with a key.
Orlando stumbled out of the bathroom before the guard could get it open and crashed into the guy waiting to walk in. He tripped over his own feet and fell into the back of the booth. Viggo was shoved forward, his beer spilling all over the table and Ron.
“Oh god - I am so sorry,” h e said to the guy as he angrily went past Orli and into the bathroom. The guard just shuffled away and Viggo was frantically trying to mop up the mess with the tiny bar napkins. “It’s okay, its just beer.”
“Speak for yourself! These pants are new!” But Ron was smiling and laughing. Orlando whipped around and looked at the men, eyes wide.
“Oh god! Ron! I am - “
“Orli, relax.” He slid out of the booth and stood. “If you two will excuse me. Orli, this is Viggo - Vig - Orli.” And he slipped into the men’s room. A waitress appeared and mopped up the beer, then replaced the drinks.
Viggo and Orli stared at each other for a long moment. Here he was in the flesh and Viggo was stunned. Orli now had a face for the voice that made him cum harder than ever. Orli finally spoke.
“Did he say.. Fee-go?”
“Viggo, with a V. Yea, its Danish. Orli?”
“Orlando.”
“How poetic.” He extended his hand and Orli slowly accepted it. Viggo noted his was still damp as if just washed.
”Poetic?” He slid into the booth across from Viggo, still staring at him.
“Yea, is it your real name?”
Orli blinked. “Yes, why... Oh, you thought it was my porn name. Well, Katie said - “
“- pick a name you would not be embarrassed to introduce yourself as.” Viggo smiled and it made Orli relax.
“How did you know?”
“Been in this business a long time.” And I have never seen anything like you, he finished to himself.
“I’m brand new. It’s a strange business.” Orli’s voice had dropped but his eyes had not, he just wanted to keep this man talking.
“It can be, but it can be handled. I like your accent, by the way. English, yea?”
Orli nodded. “Yes, I’m from London.”
“Long way from home, hm?” Viggo did not look away, could not. Orli shifted in his seat, Viggo’s voice was becoming his new drug and the last thing he wanted to talk about was home. And why he left.
“There you are!” Katie bounded up. “Where have you been!?” She smiled and waved to Viggo. “Hi, I’m Katie.”
“This is Viggo.” Orli stood and slipped his arm around Katie out of habit and pulled his jacket closed to hide his hard on.
”What a cool name! Hey, Amber and Josh are going to hit some real parties, you ready?” She looked up expectantly at Orli and he nodded.
“It was nice to meet you.” Orli tried to ignore the rock in his stomach at the idea of walking away.
Viggo dug into his pocket and pulled out a card. “If you want that tour through the underbelly of the industry....”
Orli took the card with a smile. “Thanks! I’ll give you a call.”
Which sounded fake to his own ears. He had used the line a million times then usually shoved the card under his drink napkin and left. This one he slipped into his back pocket.
TBC
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Date: 2006-02-01 08:59 pm (UTC)I think it would help if you put a line or something between the scene changes... just a friendly suggestion. It gets kind of hard to tell whose point of view your reading until a couple sentences in...
Other than that, it's great! :)