Ravine's POV

Being the famous, most recommended script writer for the industry which requires creativity is not easy. It's quite easy for those who follow the basic genres and the same scenarios as the other. But, someone has to start with the fantabulous idea to copy from anyway, right?
That's why I'm here.

Ravine, the greatest modern porn script writer. Probably my name will be given in history but I don't like revealing a lot about me to public. They are the worst type of people, but we milk money out from them anyway.

Back to reality, I was observing the actors who were following my script, that too blindly. I shake my head and click my tongue, the director of this film turning towards me immediately.

"What's wrong, Ravine? Aren't they doing well, sweetheart?" The director asks me and I remain stationary. That was enough for a signal as the shooting starts again from the scratch. After awhile, we receive a complain from the male actor in the film that his d!ck won't rise up again. He's had his limit for today.

I see the horror cross against the director's face. Well, the way he looks at me says, 'I'll give you any money that you want, but if we extend this shoot to any other day, my producer will give up. Please help.' He said through his eyes. Sighing, I remove my jacket and enter the green room where the naked male actor sat and wondered why he couldn't get hard.

All I needed to do was send everyone outside, move slowly to close the door and start my show to the actor.

I don't do much, but you see, men are dogs that will lick anything thrown at them.

So I begin sliding my bra slip from my sleeveless tank top, gaining his attention. I observe his breathing pick up the pace. Yeah, that's right. Go on, crave me.

I smirk, knowing he will definitely grow within seconds. I must actually appreciate his size, too. I now understand why he reached his limit so soon today.

"Aren't you going to make this film a success for me?" I use my seductive voice, as much as I hate it when it's fake. It was as if I was using my rare voice for business and not pleasure or fun.

This voice... it has been dormant for the past three years. No man made sure I was enough satisfied. Rather, they would boringly empty themselves in me and leave the next instant. It was all about the lust game. None gave me a word of appreciation or anything else.

But that guy... at the pub...

His veins popped out because he was moaning so good. His voice made me even wetter than I was a second earlier and I couldn't stop myself either. That, was what I craved in a man. I wanted that pleasure and satisfaction and I was overwhelmed to the point I came within seven minutes and forcing him to follow me through our climax.

Since then, my body has been yearning for men like him.

Or rather... him.

I teasingly bite down on my lip and see him being amused by himself. He touches himself and successfully grows harder and harder.

"Let's be successful." Implanting the seed in him, I kiss his jaw and walk out of the green room to check up on the lady actress who is twice my age. Yes, it was a older x young blood theme.

The shooting ends quite on the good side. The director calls me to the separate wing to finally hand me over the money and the extra too. We go inside the dimly lit room since everyone had almost left. He there, tries to lock the door but I was on my defensive anyway.

"Don't." His hand stops moving up. "Don't even think that I will have sex with a maggot like you. This was business and will be business. Give me my money and leave." I say sternly.

"I'd rather not waste my energy fucking my wife when I have you around, Ravine. Come on, give me a taste. I'll have your consent." Oh. I thought he'd force himself on me.

Well, I guess I'll give him something.

Throwing him on the chair which slightly scrapes the floor, I straddle his waist and look into his eyes.

"I'm not a homewrecker. Don't lump me into that category." Saying that, I quickly grab the money from his hand and get up. He was left speechless and didn't come after me, but I was wrong.

When I was opening the door, he bangs me against it and I lose my cool. I slap him as hard as I could.

"Be sensible for once, you dickhead! You have a wife that loves you! I... I..." tears start brimming in my eyes as I remember my past. He stares at me with guilt in his eyes. He was quite young actually, maybe 30 or 35.

"I'm sorry. Let me drop you—"

"I'd go there by myself, thanks." I say but he quickly kisses my neck and leaves. That was odd. Did I trigger an epiphany in him that he begins running towards the garage?

The least I care.

Wiping my tears, I hear muffled sounds of thunder as I try my best to not remember those parts of my life which I wished never existed.

But... if not, I wouldn't have become the person I ought to be. Pain is the passport to success. That's what life taught me.

FLASHBACK....

It was a warm June evening. I was seventeen and had a boyfriend who was loving and doting for me. He confessed not so long ago, saying he loved me for my personality. But... he tricked me into taking my virginity within a week of our dating. It was not pleasurable as everyone said. It hurt. Especially because he was too big for my 5'3 height.

But, after that night, we tried on various positions and I didn't know why he would be so excited to try it every. single. night.

I was such a fool.

Later in my school I find out I'm pretty famous. That was because he used to sell our videos that he took without my permission. I lost it.

I prayed for his death because everyone looked at me like I was a prostitute hungry for a man's sinful touch. Everyday I was being called and written unholy letters to. I prayed death upon myself too.

But...

Three months of this torture passes and I get the news that he died in a car crash.

Looks like I won in the prayer. I thought.

After that, people started apologizing after they've learned and assimilated the truth that I never gave him the consent to shoot our videos. It was obvious in the videos. But it was too late. I carried the grudge in me for several months until I had an epiphany myself and started writing scripts.

I realized I was very creative, and I exploited my creative side this way. I got through college without anyone knowing who I was. I soon became famous and everyone wanted to meet me. I accepted.

Pornstars, industry top-shots and everyone were interested in working with me and sleeping with me. I've done a few videos too, but I wantedly made the titles too boring to click onto and start watching. Like that, I survived even college without blowing my cover.

FLASHBACK ENDS...