A Perfect Fit Pt. 09

All characters are over 18 years of age.

*****

Jenni’s making yet another cup of tea with honey to restore her lost voice. Really, her quasi-muteness hasn’t been a problem in the loft; her soul connection with Mark makes it seem like he has access to all her thoughts whether she speaks them or not.

Mark stands in front of his latest canvas in progress and Jenni takes in the view from the kitchen area. She loves the shape of his improbably broad shoulders and how they taper to his narrow waist, the way his T-shirt stretches between his scapulae as he stands with crossed arms to assess his work. She’s enticed to interrupt him.

She pads up behind him and puts her arms around him, slides her hands down to rub his thighs at his groin.

“Mmm, ya want attention, baby?”

Jenni nods against his back that she does, shamelessly, want her Daddy’s attention. He sets down the brush he’s been chewing and turns to her. With her eyes, she asks if she’s bothering him.

“It’s okay. I need to stop overworkin’ that part, anyway. Wanna fuck?”

Just then, his phone rings. Mark has a feeling he knows who it is. “He’s great, but he’s got terrible timing.”

Yes, that would be Freek, returning Mark’s call about a web designer. “Oh, okay. Yeah, come on over.” He ends the call.

“He’s in the building, working late, and wants to discuss it in person. Don’t be mad, babe – it’s in the service of somethin’ ya really want.” He grins suggestively.

Jenni assures him with her limpid eyes that she doesn’t mind the company. She’s always a heartbeat away from being fully aroused with Mark, anyway and is capable of reigning it in… most of the time.

When their friend arrives, she smiles mutely and gestures to offer him tea.

“Jenni can’t talk right now.”

“Ah,” Freek says with sudden, if wrong, understanding.

“Nah, it ain’t a ‘thing.’ She just lost her voice… screamin’,” he can’t help but proudly add.

“So I wasn’t completely off-base.”

The men sit down in the living area and Jenni goes to the kitchen. When she returns with the tea, she sits at Mark’s feet, not sure if that’s correct or not. When she feels his heavy, reassuring paw on top of her head, she tries not to look too blissed-out and goofy.

Mark proceeds to tell Freek the outline of their project that requires some professional expertise. Mark’s low-tech artwork, his job, and his minimal social life meant he knew less about computers than the average 34-year-old. His sub was the same.

“I don’t wanna just get on one of those cam sites that offer ‘hundreds of hot couples’ and it’s just a window into some depressin’ cardboard box-lookin’ room with people workin’ their asses off tryin’ to be porn stars. My need for creative control just won’t allow that.”

“I think it’s more than that, Mark. What you have is special and your own site has to reflect what she means to you.”

“Yeah, that, too. It has to be clear she’s really mine. It’s gotta be worthy of her aesthetically, too. She ain’t like other girls.”

Jenni’s never considered he might think that way about her, too. She definitely thought of them like mates from the animal kingdom; the female is drab compared to the more beautiful male of the species. Then again, maybe he meant she needed extra help to look good enough. Jenni’s grateful that it’s too difficult to ask him to clarify at the moment.

“I do know someone who could do this. She’s quite brilliant, actually. I have to warn you about her, though: She’s not the friendliest of people. For quite a while I thought she couldn’t stand me. Now I think she may have a form of autism, a mild one. She won’t respond well if you aren’t completely clear about what you want her to do – she gets frustrated by vague language.”

“Interesting. How do you know her?”

“She’s in the building, of course. And I think we’re dating, but I’m not sure. It’s early days, so please don’t tell her I think she’s autistic. That could be bad, especially if she’s just prickly. and eccentric.”

Jenni beams up at him from her place on the floor. She’s obviously delighted for him he may have found someone.

“Thank you,” he replies with a nod. Jenni is easy to read.

“We were wonderin’ one other thing. A lot of what we do on camera might not be much to look at. I mean, we might decide to turn on the camera and let whoever’s out there watch us have slow, tantric sex for hours. Some people will like that because it’s real, but most people don’t have the attention span for that. We might need some camera work to make more dynamic, short videos to post. You know, hold the wankers’ interest and keep ’em subscribed.”

“That’s a good idea.”

“I thought maybe you would help us with that part.”

Freek’s tea goes down the wrong way. When his coughing subsides, he’s still laughing.

“Why me? I don’t know anything about filmmaking.”

“I didn’t think you did. We feel comfortable around you is all. I don’t expect it to win awards,” he drawls. van escort

“Okay, but I’ve never done anything like that… I’ve never even had a threesome,” he says like he’s admitting something embarrassing. Then he quickly adds, “Not that you were asking for that!”

Jenni croaks out a laugh.

“Well, we can cross that bridge when we come to it,” Mark says in a tone that makes his sub shiver against his leg. “Guess we should meet your maybe-girlfriend first, right?”

Freek calls Savina. Mark and Jenni can tell by the conversation she’s not one to hang on the phone. You’d never know they might be turning into a couple. No wonder Freek was feeling confused.

“She’s in her studio now, if you want to go down and meet her. She seems to like this idea, but, like I said, it’s hard to tell with her what she likes.”

“What do you think, baby? You wanna go see about this?”

Her heart’s racing fast, but she agrees, and the three of them head down to Savina’s 6th-floor studio.

The woman who answers the heavy door looks as intimidating as Jenni pictured: Strong Mediterranean lineaments and shiny black hair pulled into a severe bun. Her eyes are serious and an enviable shade of deep green. She extends her hand, but doesn’t smile at all. Looking Mark up and down boldly she says, “Yes, this can work.”

They go into her loft. It’s much different from Mark’s: She obviously doesn’t live here. She must be, at least in part, a portrait photographer, judging by the backdrops and professional lights and reflectors. There’s also a table with a massive photo printer and several screens where she must do the digital side of her work. Jenni’s impressed; only a pro would have this much technology. They were in luck to find her, but it makes her feel more intimidated; she creates her art with a pen and ink bottle.

Mark explains the project, taking care to be explicit and precise. Savina listens impassively.

“I like it,” she says, finally. “Like the early days of the internet when people catered to straight up voyeurism and let people see into their private lives. I’ll make a page for you to post your porn videos, too,” she states flatly, like she has no feelings on the subject. “And of course, a pay wall. I’ll link it to a PayPal account to make it simple. You need pictures for the homepage, of course. I’m very good. You should take off your clothes,” she tells Mark. Jenni doesn’t seem to garner her attention. She doesn’t mind.

“Oh, um, we’re doin’ this now?”

“We’re here. I have time tonight. My schedule’s usually impossible, so do you want this or not?”

“Okay. Thank you for makin’ the time.”

“It’s a coincidence. This will take about three hours, all together. It will be easy for me.”

Mark lets himself be led to her photography space. She tests the lighting. “Take your shirt off,” she tells him. Freek and Jenni stand unobtrusively out of the way, observing with amusement. Savina is very hands-on, posing him rather than telling him what to do. She seems to see him as an object, which bodes well for the type of photos needed: They’re ads to make people want to see him have sex. Strangely, her cold demeanor seems to put her subject at ease and before long he’s naked.

“Now we do some more interesting ones,” she states, as if Mark’s naked form has had zero effect on her. “Have your girl come here. Can she talk?”

“Usually, but she’s lost her voice.”

“Oh, I thought maybe she was… nevermind. I like what she’s wearing. Make her keep it on for now.”

Jenni’s wearing a pink babydoll dress with white tights and red Mary Janes. She goes to stand by her Dom, and Savina checks the lighting again and makes the needed adjustments. Then she poses them together like she’s got two dolls to play with now. She backs away. “Look like you’re in love with each other,” she commands. It’s not hard to pull off. Savina snaps away. The soft sound of the digital camera makes Jenni nervous, though she doesn’t know exactly why. It’s like it makes what they’re doing real for the first time.

“Now we show your bodies together. Take off the dress. The tights, too – they don’t work on their own. Good.”

Savina poses her nudes with her cold hands, not bothering to instruct them, and runs back and forth to take the images. She captures them in different embraces, gazing passionately into each other’s eyes, him pulling her hair and nipples.

“Mark, let her give you an erection. Porn photos don’t usually show soft penises.”

The lovers crack up and she takes that picture, too.

“That was actually one of the better ones. It shows how you have fun with each other and makes it seem like a real relationship. People will like it, even if they don’t know why.”

When they compose themselves again to look smoldering and BDSM, Jenni looks to Savina questioningly. “Put your hands on him however he likes. Just make it work,” she says in her unadorned manner. “This is pornography, after all.”

Jenni takes him in both yalova escort hands and blushes as she looks up into his eyes. Mark’s body responds, even with the audience. He’s fully hard in her hands in seconds.

“That look on your face, Mark. That’s very good. Let your head fall back a little to show how good that feels. More.”

Savina rushes up to roughly comb through his hair to style it out of his face. A little groan emanates from his taut throat and his sub knows why. Mark loves to have his hair pulled and the photographer’s touch combined with hers had him in the grip of true pleasure. She slows her stroking, being protective of him; he might not want to come in her hands like this. She squeezes the base of his cock hard to help him slow down. Mark caresses her with understanding as the camera clicks softly again and again.

“You can come if you want. We’re pretty much done and the next part requires your attention. I don’t want to be sitting with you making your website if you can’t think.”

Mark glances at her with a sexual, startled look in his eyes that’s classic erotica, almost like they were interrupted. She takes the photo. “Very nice. Jenni, get on your knees. Not sure we made the point that you’re submissive to him.”

Jenni obeys and touches her tongue to his glans. She finds his sticky nectar waiting for her and inhales his pleasant lemongrass scent. The smell of her Daddy relaxes her as the camera keeps clicking away at the periphery of the cloud of lust that’s enveloped them. She makes Mark come quickly as she knows well how to do by now, just in case he’s not comfortable prolonging this. He gives himself easily to the pleasure and she swallows every drop like the good girl she is.

Mark helps her to her feet and, holding her hands between them, stoops to kiss her lovingly. Click goes the camera one last time. “That should do it. You can get dressed now,” Savina says like a doctor at the end of an exam.

Mark and Jenni smile shyly at each other as they make themselves decent again. They both have a healthy flush to their faces and take a deep breath before joining Savina at her desk. Jenni smells the light sweat under his arms and inhales deeply once again. Mark catches her and smirks.

Now they get to see what they look like together as others will.

“Please don’t hover,” the photographer snaps. “Pull up that chair.”

“Sorry! What happened to Freek?” Mark asks.

“I think he went for a cigarette,” Savina answers, not looking away from her work.

Mark sits a respectful distance away so he won’t crowd her and pulls Jenni onto his lap. Savina scans through the dozens of images like she knows just what she wants. On another screen, she pulls up a website that looks like the sort of thing Mark had in mind.

“This is one of mine for some of my photos. You can use this template if you like it.” It’s simple, with a black background, white, clean font, and it shows off her black and white photos to good advantage. The couple agrees that will be fine.

“I think this one for the first page,” Savina says. She uploads a close-up detail of Mark kissing Jenni with a slight smile on his lips and their tongues showing. She adds a button about being 18 to enter the rest of the site.

“That’s beautiful,” Jenni makes the effort to whisper.

“And what do we call this?” Savina asks.

“Oh. Uh, I hadn’t thought of a title for it.”

“I can’t do everything, you know!”

“Okay. Mark and Jenni: Madly In Love. It’s Jenni with an I.”

“That’s nice, actually,” Savina says, typing it. “It might attract some of the female porn audience.” Jenni likes it, too.

She makes them a photo gallery that ranges from the sweet and sexy to the moment of Mark’s orgasm, which she’d captured. Even with no cum in the shot, his posture and face convey what’s coursing through his perfect body. It’s such a pretty photo he’s not even embarrassed.

“You were right. You are very good,” he tells her. “I love how we look together.”

“I think other people will, too. You have real chemistry. And you are ridiculously easy to photograph. Her, not so much,” she says, bluntly. Jenni’s not offended.

“She looks beautiful, even natural. I wasn’t sure if she’d need makeup. I’m glad she doesn’t because I don’t really like it.”

“Because little girls don’t wear it?” Savina asks, showing a hint of interest in their relationship for the first time.

“Because mine doesn’t,” Mark replies with some Dom edge to his voice. Jenni realizes he doesn’t like the implication he’s into “little girls” and the nuance is perhaps not worth trying to express to someone with only a passing interest in the subject.

“Too bad. Those eyes would look huge with the right eye makeup. To each their own,” Savina says, already moving on. “You need some text. Say a bit about who you are and what people get for their money.”

As Mark explains what is on offer, Savina gets an idea. “You have a really interesting voice. giresun escort We should do a little two-minute intro with you talking about who you are, how you met, blah blah, you know, like they do at the beginning of some pornos where they interview the actors?”

“Okay, but Jenni’s lost her voice.”

“She just has to sit on your lap looking adorable. No one will even notice.”

They agree to this unexpected addition. Savina interviews him as he holds his precious girl, explains what they are to each other, that she calls him Daddy, but temporarily can’t speak because she lost her voice in the throes of passion… It’s enough to get a taste of his gravelly charm that will surely be one of the draws. Jenni’s authentic, subby expression is that of someone in heaven. One would think she was the post-orgasmic one. She pets him subtly as he tells the world all about them.

Mark cringes at the sound of his own voice on the video, but agrees it might be helpful. They add more text so the site will show up in searches, then Savina works out the payment page. “Savvy Savina,’ Jenni thinks to herself, once again grateful she can’t say that aloud.

“Speaking of payments, I never even asked you how much we owe ya for all this.”

“Don’t worry about it. I gave myself a free lifetime subscription. Just show me something stimulating on a regular basis and I’ll waive my fee. I doubt you could afford it, anyway.”

Mark is speechless and Jenni manages to thank her.

“Sure. This wasn’t that hard. Now, we have to test it. You have a camera?”

“On my laptop. That okay?”

“That will do for now. You’ll want to upgrade once you’re making money. Go home and do something for your viewing public. And make it good; it’s your debut.”

“So, no pressure there, right?” Mark jokes. She doesn’t smile.

A bit more instruction (which Savina can barely maintain her patience to get through) and everything is ready. “I’ll be watching. Don’t forget to call me after you’re done and I’ll let you know it’s working properly. Freek, do you want to watch with me?” she calls to her very bewildered acquaintance who has been sitting quietly, flipping through a photography journal. Mark and Jenni grin at each other. Freek has met quite a match.

He’s clearly conflicted about watching his friends make their porn debut, but determines that the socially correct answer is ‘yes’ in this strange scenario. He takes over the cheap IKEA chair Mark and Jenni have just vacated and sits heavily into it. “I’m going to make you something better to sit on, Savina,” is his only reply. That does elicit a small smile. Perhaps she does like him.

Mark and Jenni turn to leave and something occurs to him. He turns back to Savina.

“I just thought of somethin’ that might be worth makin’ clear in the description of what people are likely to see, if we can still add to it.”

“Now would be the time.”

“Well, it’s that I have sex with her every day of the month. We should make sure people know that with signin’ up, there ain’t no guarantee they ain’t gonna see something that they don’t like. We won’t change our behavior for squeamish pervs.”

“Nor should you. This is not a project to cater to fans; the whole point is that it’s your real life!” Savina sounds passionate about this point, like she speaks from experience as an artist who’s dealt with her share of critics. “You should have a caveat, though, just to stave off stupid complaints.”

“Complaints? How are we gonna hear complaints?”

“There’s a way for people to leave messages. Unfortunately, you need it if you’re taking their money. They need a way to contact you. You’ll probably never have to respond because they can cancel without bothering you. People are going to send you messages though. I wouldn’t check it too frequently, if I were you.”

Mark sighs. He hadn’t counted on feedback. “You ain’t allowed to look at it,” he tells his sub in his serious, paternal tone. Jenni shivers with pleasure at being bossed around by her protective Daddy. She nods submissively.

Savina is typing her rather snarky caveat. “Anything worse than blood they might see?”

“What? Oh, hell no. Well, I do bathe her often enough a golden shower first might not be out of the question.”

For some reason, Freek and Jenni look at each other wide-eyed and crack up.

Mark shrugs. “Gotta keep you on your toes, little fox.”

*****

Mark and Jenni head upstairs, leaving their friends alone to anticipate the first sexual experience they’ll share. They’ve been out to lunch and coffee, and one night of a dull film festival. Freek does not know what to make of this unusual woman’s invite to watch porn with her.

After about ten awkward minutes, the camera switches on and they’re looking at Mark’s redecorated bedroom: Long white curtains, freshly painted slate wall with rich oil paintings, and even a junk shop iron headboard that had serious value for a deviant couple. The scene could be a boutique hotel room and certainly avoided that “sad shoebox” look Mark dreaded.

“Nice how he just turned it on without getting in the way and gawking into the lens. Keeps the voyeuristic illusion.”

“Mark’s not stupid. He’s a fine artist with considerable talent.”