Chapter 2 First Shoot

• “Gosh what just happened?” Layla groaned in pleasure as she sat upright In her chair. It was still blurry to her, one moment she was fighting the urge to fall, the next she was aggressively being fingered until she came.
• And that orgasm was so good.
• She looked down at her C-cups, they were still bulging out of her dress, heat flushed over her cheeks before she stuck them back and decided it was time to go home. Still a bit tipsy, she called her Uber and soon she was on her way to her apartment.
• By the time she reached the door, it was 1:45 am and she was exhausted. She opened the door to her abode and crashed on her favorite bean chair, not having the patience to get out of her dress and get into bed.
• She thought about it for a while, the kissing, the groping, the licking, it made her pussy throb for more but her body being fatigued, she closed her eyes to the world, letting darkness overtake her.
• Days passed and Layla was up and running again, she was getting used to being a professional adult entertainer. In her previous job, she was loved by everyone and she often got called to do roles that involved spicy scenes but her boss was too demanding and he was a sicko.
• Hedonis was treating her better and she was happier there. As Layla prepared for her shoot, a flashback from the masquerade party hit her like a train and she began to blush.
• “Why can't I just stop thinking about it…” she huffed to herself, angrily taking off her clothes in her dressing room before heading to the shower. She had a scene today and she had spent time going over the plot, she wanted her first scene to be one of her best yet that was why she put so much effort.
• Even as at that, her mind was still far away. As she washed herself before the set, more memories flooded her and she began to caress herself sensually.
• Layla was overqualified to be a muse. She was thick in all the right places and was also proud of her flaws, the little pouch that was her belly, her stretch marks, she deemed it as what made her goddess like.
• Her mocha skin glistened as she rubbed herself with soap, massaging her breasts at the thought of that night, moaning gently. She was obsessed with the thought of that masked woman. She was falling in love with her.
• Layla’s imagination was getting wild as her hands began to slide between her thick thighs. It was then she remembered she was supposed to save the sexual energy for the shoot and not exhaust it. She hurried out of the bathroom and got dressed.
• Layla bounced to the set and she smiled at everyone, they were putting things into place.
• “Hey Jay.” She waved at her director, and although he didn't hear her, he saw her and he waved back. He adjusted a device that hung outside of his ear and approached her with a smile.
• “Hey Lay, how are you doing? You smell good!” He complimented her with a mature but slightly nasal tone, Jay was deaf but he was still a great director.
• “Thanks Jay, I'm a bit nervous since it's my first, can you give me tips?” She spoke and signed at the same time which put a beautiful smile on Jay's face. No one could beat Jay's smile, or his looks, he was not an actor but everyone believed he was the most handsome man in Hedonis.
• “Don't be nervous and make sure to feel everything, if it hurts, then we can always stop. Safety first.” He signed back as he spoke. Ever since Layla came to Hedonis, Jay felt better because she understood sign language and made an effort to communicate with him.
• She gave him a massive hug with which he returned it.
• The shoot was starting and it was a family taboo scene. Layla still hadn't seen who she was going to be working with until she noticed a woman walk in.
• She was averagely taller than most girls but not as tall as Reina and she wore bum shorts with fishnets and a crop top. Her hair was dyed purple and her makeup was soft but highlighted her feminine features strongly. She was extremely attractive.
• She spoke with Jay for a hot minute before running to the set.
• “Hey I'm so sorry I'm late.” She whispered to Layla and it made butterflies dance in her stomach, “what's your name?”
• “Layla.” She stretched out her hand.
• “Katrina. It's so nice to see you.” She took it and placed a kiss on it.
• “No time for introductions Kat, three, two, one, action!” And it began rolling.
• The scene started with Layla in the kitchen, trying to make some casserole. She had her headphones on and was dancing to the latest pop song, cooking away.
• It was going well until she bumped into the kitchen island and her hand accidentally knocked over a toaster.
• “Oh fuck!” She cursed as she took her headphones off and picked the toaster, it was broken and she knew she was in trouble, “oh no no no.”
• “I smell trouble! Did someone break something again?” Katrina walked in with a singing tone, she loved it whenever her stepsister got into trouble. She bit her lip and put on a mocking pout, “You broke something again, how sad, guess who's going to be grounded for a month? Dad told you not to break anything again but you can never stay in one place.”
• “Please, you have to help me! I don't want to stay at home.” Layla scrambled to put it back together but it kept falling apart.
• “Well you can always buy another one…but it'll cost you $60.” The smile became more wicked as stress washed over Layla.
• “I don't have $60.”
• “Well,” she dragged, “I can lend you some money but what do I get in return?” Katrina slowly closed the distance between them. Her dad had gotten married to Layla's mom so they were stepsisters, and though Katrina was older, she was the one causing the most trouble.
• “I'll do anything you want! Homework, chores, you can use my speakers too! But please help me with just this one.” She begged her big sister and her smile became a little bit too perverse.
• “What if I don't want all of that? What if I want something else?” Now Katrina was so close to Layla, their lips were just inches apart. Layla had a pink hello kitty camisole on and her big sister was eyeing it lustfully. She was sending a message.
• “No we can't. I can't. You're my sister!” She moved back a little, she understood what she was trying to get at.
• “Stepsister. Do you want to be grounded or not?”
• Layla thought about it, she couldn't afford to be kept at home for a month, she would run mad. She looked at Katrina again, her stepsister, her breasts were full, her skin resembled vanilla and she was very attractive.
• “But…” She was conflicted.
• “No one needs to know.” her sister moved closer to her before pulling down her cami and groping both her breasts ferociously. Layla gasped at her sister's actions, Katrina played with her breasts, squeezing and rubbing before putting her nipples into her mouth.
• “Sister, that feels good.” Layla moaned with as much desire before her lips were captured by her sister.
• As they kissed and romanced each other, Katrina dipped her hands into her sister's skirt and rubbed her crotch through her undies, resulting in more moaning from Layla. The kissing became more aggressive as both women aroused each other, before Katrina broke the kiss, making sure to pinch her sister's erect nipples even harder.
• Layla moaned before she was picked up and placed on the kitchen island, her legs spread to reveal her matching underwear that was soaked with her wetness. It was a sight to behold, her fingers pressed against it and Layla wiggled in response.
• It forced Katrina to roughly take off her underwear and she was greeted with a sloppy pussy and a big hard clit. She went first for her clit, putting pressure on it through a suction, Layla wiggled in delight as her clit got all the love and attention it was begging for.
• Kat slipped her fingers in and they went in too fast because of how wet she was, she needed something bigger to satisfy her sister. she continued to lick and suck while Layla moaned, playing with her breasts.
• Then her sister pulled a fat cream colored dildo out of nowhere and used the tip to tease her hole, “you want it don't you?” Layla nodded in response before the toy was pushed into her. She felt every inch and it made her kitty twitch.
• Katrina wanted to see how far she could bend her sister so she jabbed the toy inside her sister's poor pussy, making sloppy sex sounds as moans filled the kitchen. The sight of Layla being fucked by a fat dildo gave her so much delight that her panties too were soaked.
• She continued to hit faster, hypnotized by how Layla's juices covered the dildo, making it look glossy. Katrina moaned at the sight before moving ahead to suck her clit.
• “It feels so good! I want more.” She moaned more as Katrina did her magic on her, her legs shifting side to side in pleasure, this was what she was willing to do to make sure she didn't get grounded.
• She was willing to let her sister use her for her pleasure.
• Her sister gets up straight and takes off her own clothes, mesmerizing Layla, she pulls her off the island and they go to the couch in the living room and she forces Layla's legs open. She then brings out a double ended dildo for them to share.
• They arranged themselves on the couch and began to push into each other, forcing the dildo into themselves. Both women moaned as they continued the motion, grinding while Katrina did the majority of the thrusting. She enjoyed the look on her little sister's face and it forced her to thrust faster.
• “You like that darling?” She teased.
• “Fuck yes!” Layla screamed for more pleasure which prompted her big sister to thrust faster. She raised her legs as the pleasure overwhelmed her, her toes curling and her moans getting more frantic before there was a big explosion, “uh yes!” She was out of breath but her sister was nowhere near done.
• She took the dildo out and positioned herself on top of her sister's opened legs, she aligned both their clits together and began to grind. That was when both women nearly screamed with pleasure as she began grinding.
• “Yes fuck me.” Layla being submissive let her clit be abused by Katrina's, they shared juices and pleasure, both moaning equally.
• “Damn!” Katrina moaned as she felt a shock in her clit, it prompted her to move faster, her orgasm was just around the corner, fuelled by her sister's helpless moans and dripping pussy, there were no restrictions and soon they came together.
• Kay got off her sister who was exhausted from the sexual pleasure and pulled her up to kiss her deeply.
• “Our secret?” She kissed her once again.
• “Our secret.” She returned it with as much vigor.
• “And cut! Ladies, that was amazing! I'm impressed.” Jay praises them for the shoot but Layla didn't want to let go of Kat, she was getting used to her.
• “She's really good.” Kat turned to Layla who was now blushing tremendously, “I would love to shoot with you more. Maybe we could —” her statement was left incomplete when her eyes caught the wall clock, “I got to go.” Kat rushed out of the scene and her actions punctured Layla's heart a bit.
• “Wait! Where are you going?!” But it was too late, she was already gone.