Excerpt: Damian’s Adventures by Bianca Vix

I was on my way to make a porn video, or at least I was supposed to be. I had driven about halfway to the house where the filming was going to take place, but the closer I got, the more I felt like something was holding me back.

Surely a whiskey would help. So I pulled off the highway and up to the first bar I could find. This one was quite the dive, but I didn’t care. It had alcohol and that’s all I needed. One quick, calming drink and then I’d get back on the road.

But a single just wasn’t doing it for me. The bartender had hardly set my next drink down before I scooped it up.

Jare had set the wheels in motion for tonight and all I had to do was show up. Show up and have sex on command in front of a group of strangers. Only a few days ago, that idea was wildly erotic to me.

Swirling the amber liquid around in my glass, I focused on the ice clinking against the sides. There was something wrong with this whiskey. Instead of calming me down, the tension was still mounting inside me.

I’d agreed to make a porn in the spirit of sexual adventure. It had seemed like a fun, cool thing to do, but now I was seriously considering turning around and going home. Up until now, when the reality what I was about to do slapped me hard in the face. What exactly had I been thinking?

Performance anxiety aside, doubts about my career crept in. Was I risking the future of my company? Outing myself as bi, and in a porn video of all things? They said they were going to block viewing in my city, but that didn’t really mean much.

Although, it could be a hell of a fun night. The female lead was a friend of Tasha’s, and that helped. So I tried to stay focussed on the scenes I’d be in. Yeah. That would be fun.

But, there was one other thing. Jare was the only man I’d ever had sex with. And my second one was going to be recorded forever.

I was driving myself crazy going back and forth. My burning desire to continue my sexual adventures in a new direction was down to a tiny spark.

“There’s nothing to it,” Jare told me last night as we lay in bed, flat on our backs after a couple of spine-tingling orgasms . “They’ll tell you what’s going to happen. You won’t have to do any role-playing. All you have to do is act natural, like you would if you were in the scene without the cameras around. You’ll be fine.”

Playfully, he pinched my nipple. “I can’t wait to see how it turns out.”

Part of my brain was telling me that Jare was right. Still, it couldn’t stand up to the anxiety that was overwhelming me now.

Letting the last of my whiskey burn down my throat, I forced myself to settle up my tab, even though all my instincts were telling me to order a third and fourth drink.

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