From day one I talked about getting out but not forgetting about how my worst fears are letting out. He said 'why put a new address on the same old loneliness when breathing just passes the time until we all just get old and die now talking's just a waste of breath and living's just a waste of death and why put a new address on the same old loneliness' and this is you and me and me and you, until we've got nothing left.
Odette is a solo artist who’s sunk her heart and soul into a second album that’s failing to chart. Obviously what she needs to bump up sales and dirty up her nice girl image is a sex scandal. Her music label hire amateur porn star and aspiring poet Tanner to pose as Odette’s boyfriend and together they make one intimate video destined for infamy on the internet.
Odette falling for Tanner isn’t part of the plan.
Their asses have barely hit the sofa in the living area before Butch is handing them schedules. Shane disappears into the bedroom and returns with the camera. Odette starts to blush immediately despite the fact that Shane hasn’t even looked at the footage yet. Shane checks the back display and says, “Looks like one nice big file there - you do any restarts, or just one run?” Odette tries to answer but somehow manages to choke on her own spit instead. Tanner pats her gently on the back while he coughs and tells Shane, “Just the one, dude.” “One take wonder? Well done.” Shane pops out the memory card out of the camera and holds it up. “I’m going to copy this file to this computer,” he points at Odette’s laptop on the coffee table. “Then I’m going to wipe the card and all the internal memory on the camera and show you it’s clean before I leave. You’ll have one copy of the file in your sole possession then, to do with as you choose. I recommend you make a backup copy of it, but that’s up to you.” Odette nods, the enormity of the situation settling heavily on her chest. Luckily, Butch is there to distract them, tapping at the schedule Odette forgot she was holding. “Okay, so next step is publicity. It’d be good to get you guys papp’ed at least once before the video leaks, but we don’t want to make it a setup so I got you on the list for a VIP event where there should be plenty of photogs. That’s tonight, so go along, hold hands and be coupley and shit and try to get your faces in front of some cameras.” “When are we leaking the video?” Odette asks, her fingers clenching the paper too tightly. “Tomorrow, probably. We’re going with a stolen phone story, so leave your cell behind tonight. Tanner, you brought clothes, right?” “As instructed.” Tanner gives Butch a casual salute. “Always prepared.” “Great,” Butch says, and Odette finds more than a little comfort in his entirely businesslike demeanour. “There’s a car coming to get you at eight - be ready. We’ve got the suite for the night - it’s up to you guys, but I’d suggest you both stay here. We’re not letting the cat out of the bag just yet, but it would look good if you both leave the hotel together tomorrow.” Tanner sweeps an assessing eye around the quite fancy hotel room and purrs, “Fine by me.” “Yeah, that probably makes sense,” Odette agrees, trying to focus on the conversation and not on Shane, who’s bent over his computer and very likely looking at video footage of Odette. Of course Shane chooses that exact moment to look up from the screen and say to Odette, “You want me to cut the excess from the head and tail of the clip, so it’s all action?” Odette’s stomach tries to turn inside out. “Um, sure yeah, go ahead.” “You want to show me where to start it? You got a preference?” Shane starts to turn the laptop screen to face Odette. Odette all but vaults across the table to turn it back before she can lay eyes on the video. “No it’s cool, I trust you. I think you should be able to pick it, it’s pretty straight forward.” “I can show you,” Tanner offers, and goes to sit beside Shane without any semblance of nerves. Odette can feel the weight of Butch’s eyes before she even turns her head to meet them. “Can I have a word, Odette?” Butch waits until they’re inside the bedroom with the door closed before telling Odette, “You can’t put this video on the internet if you haven’t even seen it.” “I know, I know,” Odette says. She does know, and she even agrees, but. “I promise, I just, I can’t watch it with all you guys around. I’ll watch it by myself.” “I’m not pressing go on this until I know you’ve seen it. Are you honestly okay with how it all went? Tanner was alright?” Butch’s usual business-like expression is coloured with concern. “Tanner was great. Really. He was perfect. He was too good.” Odette’s talking too much and she knows it. Seems that instead of having incapacitating nerves during the shoot they’re going to hit her now. “Too good?” Butch asks, carefully. God damn it, he is too sharp for his own good, even if that’s why Odette hired him. “What do you mean, too good?” Odette looks down, rubbing her hands together. “We went a little off-script.” “Off-script?” “I don’t know, we got a little carried away and it went a bit further than the original plan.” “How much further?” Butch asks, his voice carefully neutral in that scary way. “We didn’t like, fuck, just, I don’t know - further.” “Did you get naked? Because you were pretty insistent on the whole minimal nudity thing.” Odette flushes so red she’s pretty sure her hair is blushing. “I kind of got naked.” “Odette! C’mon, don’t play me like this. We’ve still got Shane, the lights, the camera - if we need to reshoot this, we do it now.” “No,” Odette says, shaking her head so fast it makes him a little dizzy. There’s no way he can do this all over again. “No, we’re good. It’s good, it was real. I think, no, I know it’s good. I promise, I’ll watch it and give you the go ahead. Just give me a cut off time.” “In that case I want to hear from you before hotel check out tomorrow,” Butch says. Odette nods and Butch pauses, considering Odette for another moment. He opens his mouth to say something but Odette cuts him off before he can get the words out. “If you ask me if I’m sure one more time I’m going to punch you in the face.” Odette says, not entirely joking. “I was actually going to ask what you’re wearing tonight.” “Liar,” Odette says, but the smile she gives Butch is a peace offering. “What is this party we’re going to anyway?” “Oh I don’t know, some shindig for Jay-Z’s dog’s birthday.” “You’re shitting me. We’re going to try to get papped at a birthday party for someone’s dog?” “Not just anyone’s dog. Jay-Z’s dog,” Butch corrects, a twist in his lips that tells Odette that while it is absolutely true, Butch finds it amusing. “That’s ridiculous,” Odette points out. Butch shrugs, “It’s LA, baby - any reason’s a good reason to party.”
Odette is a solo artist who’s sunk her heart and soul into a second album that’s failing to chart. Obviously what she needs to bump up sales and dirty up her nice girl image is a sex scandal. Her music label hire amateur porn star and aspiring poet Tanner to pose as Odette’s boyfriend and together they make one intimate video destined for infamy on the internet.
Odette falling for Tanner isn’t part of the plan.
Odette blushes at Tanner and slides down to the floor. She kneels and tries not to lay her head in Tanner’s lap. Odette has to concentrate very hard to keep her breathing steady, trying not to think about what will really happen when they hit record. How she will suck him off and how the camera will capture it all, perfectly lit, perfectly framed. She closes her eyes and tries to go to a zen place, but her hands are heavy on his thighs and she can feel her warm breath hitting the strip of bare skin between the waistband of Tanner’s jeans and the hem of his shirt, and blow back to her.
"And now, back to position three," Shane says. Odette tilts her head up toward Tanner and smirks, and tries not to have her cheek laying against Tanner’s crotch where he’s already obviously hard. Odette crawls up Tanner’s body to settle back in his lap, heavy and warm against Tanner’s straining dick. And with a moment of confidence, she speaks. "Nice to have some appreciation," Odette murmurs with a grin. Tanner tries to smile back but he’s not sure if he pulls it off.
“Odette, can you just show me your hand position?” Cheeks burning, smile and confidence gone, reaches down, cupping Tanner through his too-tight jeans, following through with the final position in the choreography. Tanner’s warm under her hand, and hard. Odette bites her lip, thinking about how the next time they do this the camera will be rolling. The next time they do this, Tanner won’t be wearing pants, Odette will be touching him for real, skin to skin. Fuck.
"Other hand position?" Shane asks, and Odette reaches up with her free hand, slipping it up into Tanner’s hair behind his ear. Her eyes lock with Tanner’s and the cheeky expression falls from Tanner’s face and for a moment, Tanner looks as unsure as Odette feels. It’s strangely comforting, to not be the only one out of her depth. Tanner recovers quickly, finding another seductive smile for Odette, but Odette holds that moment close.
They run through the positions a few more times. Shane adjusts some lights and shifts their marks until he’s happy. Odette knows Butch would prefer him to stay for the shoot and ensure all the technical things are taken care of, but Odette can’t stomach the idea of another person to be in the room while she does this. She’s still not entirely sure she’s going to be able to follow through.
After final checks, and final-final checks, Shane gives his blessing to the various setups, shakes everyone’s hands and wishes them luck. He sets the camera to record, assuring them there’s hours of recording time. Butch presses an encouraging hand to Odette’s shoulder and leaves behind Shane, shutting them into the room. Odette, achingly aware of the camera that’s already recording, asks Tanner, “You ready?”
“Whenever you are, sugarplum,” Tanner replies, with a grin that’s all confidence.
"Okay then," Odette says, and picks up the camera. It’s surprisingly light in her hand. He clears her throat, trying to get into character, telling herself that she’s dating Tanner, that they’ve fucked before, that Tanner’s hot for her and they do this all the time. Tanner takes the cameras and then hefts the camera and points it at Odette, finding Position One.
"Hey Dettie," he says to Odette watching through the camera as Odette tenses up just for a moment, then relaxes completely. She turns his eyes to Tanner, then to the camera. "Hey," Tanner says, his voice deeper than it was a moment ago.
“You filming me?” Odette asks, lifting the corner of her shirt up to flash the skin of her tattooed stomach. “Like what you see?”
“So far,” Tanner says, and Odette is feeling herself settle into character. “Show me a little more?” He asks.
“Whatever you want babe,” Odette drawls, and pulls her shirt off, just like that. Tanner has trouble holding the camera steady, his eyes bouncing between the glow of the display and Odette’s skin behind it, warm and beautiful and real in Shane’s carefully set lighting.
"Yeah, just like that," Tanner whispers, more to himself than for the camera. "Turn around for me."
Odette does a slow spin, her movements languid, like she can feel Tanner’s eyes clinging to every curve, every line. The camera does too. When Odette’s facing Tanner again, it takes a moment before Odette remembers the next part, before she can hear Shane in his head say “Position Two” and Tanner says, “Come here.”
Odette’s mouth stretches into a slow, dirty smile and swallows down whatever is stuck in her throat. Tanner places the camera on the table, keeping his expression neutral as he does, knowing that this is the best angle of his face the video will show, the one they’ll probably capture frames from for newspaper headlines. Fuck, he can’t think about that now. He gets the camera situated on its white tape marks, exactly as Shane instructed, then turns back to Odette, who’s already moved forward. The moment Tanner’s turned, Odette crawls right into his lap, greeting him with a squeaky “Hi,” before dipping her head to take Tanner’s mouth with her own.
Odette’s brain disengages. Tanner’s hands slide up to burrow into Odette’s hair immediately, holding her to the kiss. She makes a soft noise into Tanner’s mouth and grinds down onto him. He’s already hard. He lets one hand slide down Odette’s stomach, slipping his fingers down the front of Odette’s jeans, his fingertips just brushing the top of her entrance. Tanner’s skin is hot to touch, like he’s running a fever, and his mouth is pure sin. He sucks Odette’s tongue, nips his lips, bucks his hips up against her until she groans into his mouth, hauling him closer, pressing their bodies together.
For a few moments she’s able to forget the camera that’s capturing every moment of this, and just lose himself in Tanner’s kiss, in the push of their bodies moving together. She locks a hand in Tanner’s hair and sucks on his lower lip, rolling her hips. Fuck, it’s hot. Especially when Odette drops a hand between their bodies, squeezing Tanner’s dick as she groans, “Want to blow you, can I?” into Tanner’s lips. She’s lost all sense of reason, but has never felt more confident.
"Fuck, yes," Tanner sighs, not even caring how desperate he sounds.
Odette grins down at Tanner, her hair mussed and her eyes half closed. She slides down Tanner’s body with maximum contact until her knees are on the floor and her hands are slipping up Tanner’s thighs. She makes short work of his belt, and Tanner has to clench his hands into fists so he doesn’t try to stop Odette pulling his jeans and underwear down. He is a professional and should be able to call down, unlike he is now.
This is the moment of truth. She knows the camera position Shane has set is framed so his dick will be visible, though not the main focus of the image. Odette pulls Tanner’s jeans down roughly, but drags his underwear down carefully, still maintaining her little girl complex all at the same time. Before Tanner has time to do or say anything, Odette’s lowered her head, hot breath hitting there, making it jerk towards Odette’s lips.
"Alright," Odette whispers, nervous now, the words tickling down Tanner’s shaft. Odette ducks her head to lick up the base, then takes the head in her mouth, sucking and licking around it.
Tanner moans, his hips hitching up, unable to help himself. The word ‘couple’ springs into his mind, reminding him he’s supposed to be in love with this girl. He reaches a hand down to cup Odette’s cheek, feeling the shift of her jaw under his palm, touching his thumb to where Odette’s lips stretch around his cock. Odette pulls off, turning her head to press a kiss to Tanner’s thumb, before turning back to swallow him down again.
Then Odette goes down again, swallowing around Tanner’s cock. Odette hums around his dick and starts to move her head up and down, devastatingly slowly. Tanner mewls, reaching blindly down to rest his free hand at the back of Odette’s head, trying to ride it out. He’s so fucking hard, so hot, and Odette’s doing everything right.
“Wait, wait,” she pulls off andwhispers desperately. A flash of confusion plays across Tanner’s face - Odette’s ad libbing here, this was never part of the plan, and Tanner finally picks up on what is going on. He leans down and takes Odette’s mouth in a desperate kiss, tasting his own skin, his own desire from Odette’s lips. Before Odette can even take a breath, Tanner pulls her to his feet, then flips them over so Odette takes Tanner’s spot on the couch. Tanner kisses Odette hard as he slides a hand down the warm skin of Odette’s torso, mentally recalculating their positions.
Tanner rolls with the change in choreography easily, and Odette is putting up no resistance when his hand finds her belt and unbuckles it. Odette breaks the kiss to whisper, “Can I?” against Odette’s mouth, trying not to tense up as he waits for the answer.
Odette immediately breathes, “Fuck, yes,” and wriggles her jeans and underwear down. Tanner can’t help the grin his face breaks into at Odette’s quick response, kissing his smile into Odette’s lips messily.
Tanner slides down Odette’s body, mimicking her own moves from earlier. He struggles Odette’s jeans and underwear all the way off, and then Odette isnaked under his hands. It’s glorious. Tanner kneels between Odette’s knees and trails his hands down h34 torso, over her stomach, down her legs, wanting to touch every inch of skin. Odette makes an urgent noise and moans, “Fuck, c’mon, please,” and Tanner has to reach down and squeeze his own dick at how good it sounds. (Oh talia so basically he eats her out but i had already wrote a long bj scene so I am trying to shorten it holla)
Odette’s not sure how long they lie there for in the end; long enough that one of her arms starts to feel a little numb. She nudges Tanner, who looks near ready to fall asleep, and they peel themselves off of the couch and each other. Once they’re both cleaned up and dressed, they hover by the door for a moment, neither one looking ready to open it just yet. They end up both starting to speak at the same time.
"No, you first," Odette says, because she’s not sure what she was going to say anyway.
“This is going to sound really dumb but, I don’t know - thanks? I had fun.” Tanner’s smile is a little unsure and while Odette misses his cocky smirk, shy looks good on him too.
"Me too," Odette says, because she…actually did. Tanner rubs his hands together and shoots Odette a small smile. “So that’s the hard part done, now we just need to get photographed in a few public places and let the rest… just happen.” "Yeah," Odette agrees, putting her hand on the door handle with a sinking heart. Somehow she’s pretty sure the hard part of this is nowhere near done.
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