FILM ME by Megan Slayer

FILM ME by Megan Slayer

Wes Long is a legend. Everyone wants to be in his films. But Wes has challenged Jinx for more.

Jinx Star has been around the world of adult films for more than five years. Leading man Wes Long is a legend with a long list of partners to his credit.

But Wes has challenged Jinx for more. He'll accept nothing less than her total submission - on and off the set.

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Film Me
Megan Slayer
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"What's a girl got to do to get a decent partner in a film?" Jinx Star crossed her legs and resumed watching the film crew set up the next shot. Big Jet Movies worked quick and usually dirty -- get in, get some, get it on film, then get it onto the web. Not the best way to make a living, but starring in the films paid her rent. She flipped a lock of hair off her shoulder and sighed.

"What's wrong, Jinx?" Luscious sat down next to her and propped her chin on her folded hands. "Don't want to work today?"

Trust her coworker, Luscious, to want to move in on her role. "I'm good." Well, not really. If she had her druthers she'd be making the movie with someone else. She swiped her thumb across her phone, bringing the text screen to the front. Nothing new. Same three texts as before. She didn't bother to look over the script again. What a laugh. Walk in, strip down, have sex in five positions, he comes on her face and end take.

One day she wouldn't have to use her body to make money.

"I hear Wes Long is on set. I haven't seen him." Luscious shrugged and stood. She adjusted her thong panties, then sauntered away from Jinx. "Oh," she said over her shoulder, "but if he's here, I'm vying for his last movie before he hangs up his thong. The guy is gorgeous and he's so well endowed. I could come thinking about him."

"Last movie?" She swiped the screen to bring up the Internet on her phone, then added Wes' name to the search engine. "Can't be." Wes Long was the man in adult film. Everyone wanted to work with him. Hell, he'd made more than five hundred clips for Big Jet alone. The more she searched, the less she learned. No mention of a last film or him retiring. She sighed. Well, fuck.

Everyone wanted to be in his films, but she wanted something else. She'd admired the towering raven-haired hunk since she saw him in Double Diving. He'd been the reason she'd started doing pornography. She tossed her phone onto the table and stared at the grips fixing the lights.

"Attention." The director, Patrick Steele, stood in the middle of the set with his back to the massive round bed. "I need everyone to vacate the set. We're moving next door to the sauna room. Maxx Thrust, you'll be working with Luscious."

Jinx rolled her eyes. Go figure Big Jet would double book a damned set then hand off her role anyway. She gathered her phone and the magazine she'd been reading between shots, then stood. "Screw it."

"Jinxy," Patrick called, stopping her. "You need to stay here." He handed her a rolled-up script bound in a rubber band. "Been given this special delivery." He shrugged, then strolled away.

"I need to stay here?" She placed her things back on the table, then unrolled the paper. A note slipped from the script and landed on top of her phone.

Jinx Star,

I have a challenge for you. If you accept, I will make it worth your while.
I want you to star with me in my last movie. Hunger involves more than just sex.
Are you willing to submit to me? Completely submit to me? I'll be on the set at five. 

Wes

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SHOW ME by Megan Slayer

SHOW ME by Megan Slayer

A Challenges Story

She’s on display for all the world to see.

Calen’s issued a challenge – her naked before the wall of windows in their fifth floor apartment. Accepting his terms could mean relinquishing her heart.

Will Elisha please her master or walk away forever?

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Show Me
Megan Slayer
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"I have a challenge for you."

Elisha licked her lips and swallowed past the lump in her throat. Calen's voice rumbled through her body and sizzled in her pussy. He offered challenges to her all the time. He loved to push her buttons and show her erotic avenues she'd never dreamed of. His last challenge had been for her to wear revealing clothing and a remote operated vibrator during a party. She spent the whole time in a state of near orgasm and only found release when they returned home and fucked against the door. What had he dreamed up this time?

"Ellie?"

She worried her bottom lip for another moment. He only used her pet name when he really wanted something. Oh, what the hell? "I accept."

"Good girl. The instructions are in your email."

The click on his end of the line vibrated in her brain. No goodbyes. No words of sentiment, other than good girl. She flicked the screen on her phone to access her email.

Wait. Nude. Breasts and hands against the glass.

Watch for me.

Do not come.

A shiver of excitement and anticipation sliced through her. They hadn't tried voyeurism. Memorizing the command, she placed the phone on the coffee table and glanced at the clock. 7:48. Calen would be home in what... half an hour? She could handle the challenge. Easy.

She strode into the bedroom and popped the button on her jeans. She yanked the tunic up over her head. Clad in her jeans and bra, she glanced up at the painting. Calen had insisted she paint a portrait for him -- of her. Looking at herself in the nude didn't do much for her. But he loved it. He'd hung the painting above the fireplace where he could see it from the bed.

Now I can look at you whenever I want.

She had no idea he'd take the idea farther. Being able to work on her paintings from the apartment gave her the freedom to work in whatever clothing she pleased.

Show your world to me. Show me, Ellie.

She stifled a shiver and touched the thick rope of sterling silver at her throat. From the moment they met, she belonged to him. Only after they had sex and began living together did she truly realize how much he owned her. Elisha eased the straps of her bra down her shoulders and chuckled. No one would guess her straight-laced, polished, suit-wearing boyfriend was so domineering. She cupped her breast and pinched her nipple hard. Would he have her play the muse again?

Elisha caught her reflection in the mirror. The blush on her cheeks spread down the column of her neck and colored her chest. He loved to make her wait, but holy hell... the waiting would kill her.

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MAKE ME by Megan Slayer

MAKE ME by Megan Slayer

A Challenges Story

A crop, some rope, a sweet little plug... just what she wants, and all she had to say was make me.
 

Dixie wanted out of the daily rut and a night to reconnect with her husband. What she got went far beyond her wildest dreams. Who knew a Tuesday night could be so white hot?
 

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Razor's Edge: Make Me
Megan Slayer
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Copyright ©2012 Megan Slayer

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A strand of pearls.

I had no idea the minor comment I'd made would make such a difference in my life. Zeke and I weren't exactly talking much. Hell, we weren't in the same room that often. Married ten years, and the sex was almost gone. It sucked, but then again, we'd known each other since grade school. It wasn't like we'd had a whole lot of time apart.

We made a good match. Complemented each other and all that.

So what was the minor comment I'd made?

"Pearls are so classic. Sophisticated, demure, sexy... I'd love a set of real pearls. Someday."
I had no idea Zeke had even paid attention to me. We got in ruts so much. Presentations, lesson plans, overtime, and the need for a good night's rest always seemed to take priority over sex. Then there was the arguing. Whatever one of us did, the other had an issue with it. We really needed some alone time or some time doing each other.

I'd pretty much given up on him, on us being anything more than roommates. Yeah, I was guilty of ignoring the signs he wanted to make love. Damned sleep -- who needed it, right?

Work that day sucked. Nothing seemed to go the way I'd planned. Jammed copier, students using my paints to leave murals on the bathroom walls, a teachers' meeting I'd forgotten about. Yeah, it was rotten, especially for a freaking Tuesday. I don't believe in saying things could be worse, but that day was bad. I got home and kicked off my heels. All I wanted was a glass of chardonnay and a Humphrey Bogart movie fest.

With the wine glass in hand, I plopped down onto the couch and propped my feet up on the coffee table. Did I want to watch television? Might be something on pay-per-view worth watching, something with a man and a woman and a vibrator.

My pussy clenched and cream coated my panties. A little finger action sounded divine. A nice release for a long day, especially if Zeke had to work late -- again.

I went in search of the remote. As per normal I couldn't find the damned thing, but I did find something else. The box. A good six inches square, green paper with a bright blue bow standing proudly on top.

I bit the inside of my cheek. I could open it, but there wasn't a name on the box. I toyed with my ring and contemplated what the hell I was going to do. Not opening the box was like a new form of torture. Yes, I'm a nosy person. Why do you ask?

My phone buzzed beside me. I glanced at the lit-up screen. One new text. Swell. What had I forgotten this time? At least the message was from Zeke.

"Open your present."
My present? Well, allrighty then. I love a good surprise. I
thought about sending him a thank you. Nah, I'd wait until I saw what it was. He could be a sweetheart or he could be the devil himself. I took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and grabbed the box.

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