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“Hello.”

A female voice greeted him. “Mustang Jackson?”

Uh oh. Who was this and what did she want? Reviewing the dozens of women he’d spent one night with while he’d crisscrossed this country as well as Canada and Mexico for competitions, Mustang suddenly remembered why he’d never gotten a cell phone before.

But how the hell could any one of them have gotten this number? “Um, who’s calling?”

“My name is Missy Love. I run a video production company and I was contacted by Joe Parisi about a cowboy named Mustang Jackson who has what I need for a video we’re shooting this weekend.”

Mustang’s eyebrows shot up. “Really. And what kind of video would this be?”

“Are you Mustang?”

What the hell, he might as well admit to it. “Yeah, I’m Mustang.”

“Great. It’s nice to talk to you. Joe spoke very highly about your photo session.”

“He did? Huh. Okay. So what kind of video is this? If you’re looking to film me in action, I have to be honest. I’ve just had surgery on my arm and I can’t ride right now.”

She laughed. “I’m looking for action, but not that kind. Mustang, I produce adult videos.”

Holy crap! “You mean porn?”

“We don’t like to use that term in this industry. It gives the wrong impression. What we produce are high-quality adult videos for use as sexual aids by couples in a committed relationship.”

Yeah, and he read titty magazines for the articles. Whatever you called it, he couldn’t believe she wanted him.

“I’ve never done anything like that before.” He wasn’t so sure he wanted to.

“It’s fine if you don’t have prior experience. We’d want you to come in a little early before filming starts for kind of an orientation. We’ll show you around set and introduce you to the cast and crew. Oh, and you’ll have to go for testing.”

“Go for what?” Mustang stifled a laugh. Orientation and testing? This was sounding more like getting into college than porn.

“All our performers are tested regularly for both HIV and STDs. You’d have to agree to that before I can contract you. You can go to your regular doctor if you’d like. Or any one of the health clinics in the area will do the testing too.”

Wow. Mustang sat down on the edge of his bed before he fell down. This woman really wanted him to fuck on camera. For money. “Yeah. Testing is fine. Um, how much cash are we talking about here?”

“Oh, we don’t pay in cash. We’d pay you by check on the books. Our performers are paid as independent contractors and are all required to fill out the appropriate forms and file income taxes on their earnings. However, if your question was what we pay, that’s fifteen hundred a movie.”

Fifteen hundred
. His mind reeled figuring out how long he’d have to work in prison hell to earn that much. “How long does a movie take to shoot?”

“We’ll get it done in one day. I have the location booked for Saturday. Are you available?”

Mustang’s heart kicked into high gear. Fifteen hundred dollars for one day. “You really don’t care that I don’t have experience in this stuff? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’ve been with plenty of women, I just mean the video part.”

“That’s what we like about you. We’re looking for a new face and Joe said you had the assets we look for.”

“Assets?”

What were those? Blue eyes? No beer gut? He didn’t want to even consider Joe’s reporting on his most obvious
asset
.

“Not to be indelicate, but Joe’s exact words were that you’re ‘hung like a horse’.”

Mustang swallowed hard, fighting the disturbing feeling crawling up his spine that the male photographer had said that about him, true or not.

“I’m sorry. Did I offend you, Mr. Jackson?”

Her question knocked him out of his silence. “No. It’s okay. And call me Mustang. Um. Wait, that’s another thing. Can I use a different name?”

“Of course. That’s standard in the business to protect the actors.”

What Slade had said last year when he thought Jenna was a reporter looking to write an exposé about them and their sexual exploits flitted through Mustang’s brain. Basically something about how the fans in the Bible Belt would never accept a rider who had a bad reputation with women.

He needed to protect more than his name. Mustang needed to protect his career too. What if a fan recognized his face or the press got a hold of the video?

“Any chance we can film me with my cowboy hat on so my face doesn’t show too much?”

“You’re in luck. We’re filming on a ranch so yeah, I think that will work fine for the script.”

“A script? Do I have a lot of lines to memorize?”

She laughed. “No. Not too many at all. Don’t worry. So are we good? If everything tests well at the doctor, you’ll take the job?”

He swallowed a lump from his throat. How could he say no? “Yeah, I’ll take it.”

“I have more shoots scheduled I could use you for if things work out Saturday. We’ll see how you do. Okay?”

“Okay.” One movie and he’d have a nice chunk of money for payments on the trailer. Two movies and he could probably quit his job at the prison and still be okay with expenses for three or four months.

“Great. Let me give you the information.”

Ignoring his gut reaction to the sex-with-a-stranger-on-camera-for-money concept, he glanced around his bedroom. “Okay. Hang on. Let me find a pen and paper.”

He was really going to do this. Fuck for money. Holy crap. Mustang put the phone down and ran a hand over his face, trying to rub away the absurdity of the idea. He wasn’t sure if he should feel like the luckiest man in the world or like some pitiful male hooker.

Either way, making that kind of money for one day’s work was a dream come true. If this thing panned out, this could be the last week he’d have to be dependent and under his father’s thumb.

“Hey, Mustang.”

Driving down the road early Saturday morning while trying to follow the directions to the ranch for his first porno-movie shoot, Mustang hadn’t bothered to check the caller ID before he answered the cell phone. Now he wished he had. Sage’s voice, full of sweet, innocent exuberance made him feel like the devil on earth.

“Sage. Um, hey.”

“I was wondering if you wanted to get together. You’re off from work today, right? I thought you might want to do something fun.”

He smothered a bitter laugh. Normally, he’d think of a full day of fucking as fun, but somehow he wasn’t exactly looking forward it today.

Remembering the kind of “fun” he and Sage had at the lake brought on a whole other wave of guilt. They were by no means dating, and all they’d done was kiss, but it felt like he was about to cheat on her.

Worse than that, he’d gotten used to telling her about everything. Even the embarrassing stuff like the nude-modeling thing. But this he couldn’t tell her about. He was afraid if she knew she’d never want to talk to him again.

But he needed the money. Maybe she’d understand that. Though maybe not. He had a job. A good job according to his father anyway. He didn’t have to do this.

He decided to keep his mouth shut. He couldn’t risk losing her friendship. Besides, maybe it wouldn’t work out. Maybe this woman wouldn’t even want him in the movie. Then he could drive home, find Sage and pretend nothing had ever happened.

“Um, I can’t. Sorry. I have, uh, plans.” He had to get off the phone with her before he changed his mind about doing this.

“Oh. Okay.” She became strangely silent.

“It’s, you know, work related.” That wasn’t exactly a lie and she had sounded so disappointed, he had to explain somehow.

“Maybe tomorrow? I could do something then.”

Sage perked up a bit. “Sure. Call me. Okay?”

“I will, Little Bit. Thanks for thinking of me. Bye for now.”

“Bye for now.” He heard the smile in her voice.

Shit. He tossed the phone onto the passenger seat and slammed on the brakes, taking a sharp right as he almost missed the turn to the ranch.

There it was in front of him. The entrance gate. Two workmen balanced a sign as a third man on a ladder screwed it into place above the drive. Mustang slowed the trailer and read, “Double P Ranch”.

Oh, God. The plot of this movie, what there would be of it, was beginning to form. He should have asked for more details before he agreed to this thing.

One man waved him through the gate and he drove at a crawl up the driveway, not anxious to arrive anytime soon. The house sprawled before him, but most of the action seemed to be centered around the barn. He pulled over next to a van and parked.

People bustled about and for the first time he really began to comprehend that every last one of them would be there to watch him having sex with a strange woman.

God, he hoped it was a woman. He hadn’t asked. What if it was gay porn? Shit! If it was, he’d leave. That’s all. No harm, no foul.

A short blonde carrying a clipboard and wearing a business suit and an earpiece came rushing toward him. “Mustang?”

“Yeah.”

She smiled. “Missy Love.”

He shook the hand she extended but wasn’t sure what to say, so he didn’t say anything at all. She didn’t seem to notice as she turned and began running down a list of instructions for him. He scrambled to follow. She may have short legs but she moved fast.

“Your HIV and STD test results came back fine so we’re good there.” Missy glanced sideways at him. “I was prepared with clothes for the shoot, but what you have on looks good. We’ll keep you in that.”

Keeping him in clothes sounded good to him.

“Your co-stars are already here so let’s find them and introduce you.”

Them, as in more than one. He swallowed. “Who will I be, um, working with?”

“Arizona. You may have heard of her, she won the adult film star award last year for best female lead, and Jon Long. He’s been in the industry forever. You’ll recognize him.”

He didn’t dare tell her that he’d seen a grand total of two porno movies in his life and didn’t really follow the adult film awards.

“I, uh, saw the sign they were putting up over the gate.”

She grinned at him. “Yeah. Isn’t that great? That’s the name of the film too.
The Double P
. Clever, huh?”

“Yeah. So I guess that we’ll be…”

He never got to finish his question since she was already talking to someone through the thing attached to her ear. Then she was shouting to someone else about lighting. In the midst of it all he was thrust at an unhappy-looking woman and two men.

“Hey, guys. This is Mustang. Introduce yourselves. He’s a newbie so give him the rundown for me, okay? I’ve got to handle some stuff. We start shooting in fifteen.”

Fifteen minutes. He guessed this “rundown” was his orientation. It wasn’t what he’d pictured, but then again, he’d had no frigging clue what to expect.

A man wearing a robe and he suspected nothing else shook his hand. “I’m Jon Long. Mustang, huh? Great stage name.”

“Actually, Mustang isn’t a stage name. I guess I need to come up with one though.” He’d forgotten about that part.

“Too bad. Mustang gives the fans certain expectations, you know?” Jon Long, whose name also provided a certain level of expectation, winked at him. The bushy, black sideburns gave the man an unsavory appearance. That made Mustang even more uncomfortable that in less than fifteen minutes, he’d be getting naked, up close and personal with him. He really hoped it wouldn’t be too close or too personal.

The hair on the back of his neck stood up at that thought so he turned to the only woman among them. “Hi. I um, guess we’ll be uh, working together.”

The woman, who must be Arizona since she was clad in a robe too, blew out a breath while shaking her head. “Another newbie.”

He stifled the urge to apologize to her for his lack of adult-film experience all while wondering how in the world he was going to be able to “perform”. One diva bitch, an aging seventies throwback and a live audience made up of the crew did not make for the ideal conditions for Junior to want to come out and play.

“Hey. I’m Clint. Arizona’s boyfriend.” The man standing next to Arizona stepped forward and introduced himself, and the situation—unbelievably—got even worse.

Her
what
?

“Hey. I’m Mustang Jackson.” Mustang shook the hand of the boyfriend of the girl he was about to fuck.

“
The
Mustang Jackson? The bull rider? Former Rookie of the Year?”

Crap. Clint knew about him. “Uh, yeah.”

“Oh, man. I can’t believe it’s really you. I saw your last ride in Trenton on television. What the fuck happened there? One minute you were scoring ninety and the next they were saying you were on your way to the hospital.”

How strange was this conversation?

“Yeah. I broke my ulna.” He’d left the sling in the truck, but he held up his left arm anyway. “I guess I should mention that to Missy. The doc put in a plate and some screws so I can use it a bit but I can’t, you know, support my full body weight with it yet.”

“Great.” Arizona rolled her eyes. “I’m going to fix my makeup.”

“No problem, Mustang. Don’t worry. We’ll work around your arm.” Jon ignored Arizona’s exit as if he was used to it.

Mustang watched their female co-star walking away in a huff. “Did I say something wrong? Usually it takes more than a minute for me to piss a woman off.”

Clint shook his head. “It’s not you, man. She’s just sick of working with newbies. Missy has been on this kick lately to discover new talent, but Arizona is the one that has to deal with their bullshit.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t do this. I really don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’ll be fine. Just follow my lead.” Jon adjusted the belt on his robe, tying it tighter. Mustang was happy for that. He didn’t need a preview right now.

“Yeah. Jon’s a veteran. And I can give you some pointers so you don’t piss off Arizona, if you want,” Clint offered.

Mustang noticed his hands were starting to tremble the closer they came to doing this. He shoved them in his pockets. “I’d appreciate that.”

“First of all, no getting handy with her.” Clint began to tick off his tips for not pissing off porn stars. Maybe the man should write a
Porn for Dummies
book.

“What do you mean
handy
? I can’t touch her? But then how can I…you know.”

“You can touch her, just don’t act like a boyfriend. That really gets her going.”

Mustang frowned. They were going to be having sex for God’s sake. That’s what boyfriends and girlfriends did. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Don’t act too familiar. You know?”

This was the most surreal conversation Mustang had ever experienced. Talking with a man who was giving him pointers on how best to fuck his girlfriend. How the hell could a man watch the woman he loved doing other men? He’d go crazy.

Mustang stopped dead at that thought. He remembered how Slade had freaked out when the two of them were both with Jenna.

Maybe he did understand how Slade felt. Mustang just hadn’t wanted to see his side back then because he was enjoying the sex too much.

His attention back on Clint, Mustang was still confused. He shook his head and Clint struggled to explain.

“For starters, no kissing. Not on the mouth. Not on the neck. Nowhere. And no like, caressing or any familiar shit like that.”

Jon jumped in to clarify. “He’s basically saying, treat it like work. Even though you’re going to be buried ten inches deep in the woman, be professional about it. It’s a job. Not sex.”

Ten inches? How the hell big was this guy? Mustang drew in a deep breath. “Um, okay.”

Jon slapped him on the back. “Relax. This is the best job in the world. I wouldn’t have been in the biz making seventy-five films a year for the last twenty years if it wasn’t.”

“Seventy-five a year?” Mustang looked at the man with new…respect wasn’t the right word. Appreciation? Amazement? Shock?

“Yup. Do you know how much money that is?”

Mustang quickly did the math. During a good year, he made more riding bulls. He decided to keep that to himself and not brag, especially since he couldn’t ride right now.

From the door of the barn, someone shouted, “Places. Five minutes.”

He panicked. “I haven’t seen the script yet. I don’t know my lines. I don’t even know the story.”

Jon smiled and Mustang had a feeling he was amusing the man. “Here’s your story. Arizona and I are supposed to be a married couple who own this ranch. We’re getting busy in the barn. You walk in, say something like, ‘I’m done with the chores’ or something equally as cowboy-like. Then she tells you to come over and join us, which you do. Just follow our lead and the director’s instructions from there.”

“That’s it?”

Clint laughed. “This isn’t being made for the Academy of Motion Pictures, although the adult-film awards in Vegas last year was pretty kick-ass.”

Jon shared Clint’s amusement at Mustang’s expense with a chuckle. Still grinning, he pulled the robe belt tighter one more time and turned toward the barn. “Come on. I’ll show you where we’re set up to shoot.”

Mustang swallowed the lump in his throat. “Thanks.”

In a flurry of activity Mustang was placed outside the door of the barn in the brilliant sunlight as both Jon and Arizona dropped their robes into the hands of a stage hand and without even a blink of an eye, strutted naked as the day they were born into the dimness of the barn.

He realized he was shaking like a leaf from head to toe when Missy yelled, “Action!”

It didn’t get any better when just a few minutes later, after some sex noises came from inside the barn, someone poked him in the back. “You’re on. Get in there.”

After a moment of being absolutely frozen in place, Mustang got his body to move. Facing the rankest bull on the circuit paled in comparison to what he was about to do. He clamped his hat down lower on his head and entered the barn.

Blinded from the sun, he couldn’t see a damn thing inside except for spots for a few seconds, even with the lights set up at just about every possible angle.

An unexpected cow’s moo from one of the stalls had him jumping. Then he remembered he had a line. “Uh, ma’am. I finished my chores.”

Good thing the dialogue—if you could call it that—wasn’t anything more complex. He’d barely gotten that much out.

“Mmm and I see you’ve gotten nice and sweaty from them too.” Arizona rose from her knees where she’d been occupied sucking Jon’s insanely enormous cock.

Holy shit.
Mustang began to feel inadequate. He was big, but damn, Jon could probably suck his own dick without even trying too hard, the thing was so long.

Then Arizona was there, unbuttoning his shirt. She pushed it roughly down off his shoulders. He tried not to cringe when she reached his forearm and her hand banged his tape-covered incision.

She went to work on his belt next. “Oh, what a big buckle you have. I hope what’s underneath is equally as big.”

He suspected that was a real-life warning. He better live up to her expectations or else. Mustang glanced again at Jon, who had just begun stroking himself while watching the two of them.

Sharing a woman with Slade or Chase, friends whom he knew well, was one thing. A threesome with this guy and his baseball-bat-sized dick in front of a crew and cameras was quite another. Mustang began to doubt his decision.

Arizona’s hands slid his jeans and boxer shorts down over his hips. Then she was tugging on Junior with both hands. “Mmm.

What do you have for me, big boy?”

He looked down to see he didn’t have much of anything for her. Concentrating, Mustang willed his dick to get hard, but the harder he thought, the softer it became.

Moaning for the cameras, Arizona dropped to her knees and took what little of him there was at the moment into her mouth. Even that didn’t help much. He moved to lean his hands on her shoulders so he wouldn’t fall over, then stopped himself. He wasn’t supposed to touch her, but damn, she was working him so hard, he almost lost his balance.