Callie and Damian

It was a rare Friday when Callie had no commitments. With both Annie and Damian still ignoring her, she decided to go to bed early for once. In the morning, she woke to a message from Madame asking her to come into the office. She worried she might be questioned about Annie. Maybe that was why she hadn’t been getting appointments; they had found out she had covered up Annie’s condition.

                When she arrived at the office, she was quickly taken to Madame’s office, where she found Madame and Damian waiting. She glanced at Damian for clues about the purpose of the meeting, but he only gave her a reassuring smile.

                “Have a seat, Callista,” Madame requested, and Callie sat next to Damian on the sofa.

                “I don’t usually do this,” Madame continued. “I’m offering you an opportunity that wasn’t included in your questionnaire. One of our VIP clients has made a special request.”

                “I don’t understand,” Callie said, confused, eyeing Damian suspiciously. Damian remained silent.

                “Edward Kline requested you for an evening,” Madame said.

                “But that’s not new?” Callie replied. She had seen Edward several times now. It wasn’t new at all.

                “What he’s asking is,” Madame paused for a moment. “He’s asked that we supply a couple to perform a private sex show for a small group of his closest friends.”

                “What the fuck?” Callie looked at Damian, now understanding why he was there. “Why would you even ask me that? Nothing I agreed to on the application even comes close to that.”

                “He asked for you specifically,” Madame repeated, a bit put off by her language. “And he’s prepared to pay a lot of money.”

                “How much?” Callie demanded.

                “It would be ten thousand dollars for each of you,” Madame replied.

                Callie sank back into the sofa. It was a lot of money, money both she and Damian needed. But the idea of having sex solely to be watched was something she didn’t think she could ever do. She looked at Damian. He still hadn’t said anything, and he kept his expression blank. She couldn’t tell whether he wanted her to agree or not.

                “You agreed to this?” Callie asked Damian directly.

                “It’s you he wants,” Damian replied. “If you agree, I’ll be there with you.”

                “It’s a show,” Madame explained. “No one, except Damian, will be allowed to touch you.”

                “Could you give us a minute?” Callie asked Madame, who agreed and left the room. Callie looked at Damian, speechless. He wouldn’t be there if he didn’t want to do it. But she wasn’t even sure why Madame had chosen him from among all the other males employed by her.

                “You don’t speak to me for a week, and now you want me to do a sex show with you?” Callie said crossly.

                “I’m sorry,” he replied quickly. “I wasn’t in a good place and needed to reflect on some things.”

                She stared him down, but she could still see the hurt in his eyes, and it wasn’t fair to be angry with him.

                “Why did they call you?” Callie asked. “Why are you here before me?”

                “Apparently, there was a camera in the alleyway," Damian replied with a frown. “They saw us together.”

                “Oh god,” Callie cried, horrified at the thought that they had been filmed.

                “They showed me the recording,” he said. “It’s pretty hot.”

                Callie’s head was spinning. She couldn’t believe the morning she was having. She was being asked to perform in a sex show and was already the star of some amateur porn.

                “I made sure they deleted it,” Damian confirmed. 

                “Oh,” Callie replied. Although that should have satisfied her, she felt disappointed that she hadn’t had the chance to see it.

                “But not before I requested a copy,” Damian laughed, realizing what her disappointment was. He handed her his phone, where a video was paused, and she recognized the alley. There was no sound, but the picture was clear, and Damian was right, it was hot.

                “So, you see,” Damian said. “If you agree to this show, you have nothing to be shy about, and I promise I’ll keep you safe. But it’s completely your decision.”

                “How many people will be there?” Callie asked.

                “Not more than twenty,” Damian replied. “Apparently, Edward is celebrating with friends over a big deal closing.”

                “This is so strange,” Callie said. “Why would anyone want that?”

                “It’s probably a bit more distinguished than taking them to a strip club," Damian shrugged. "This will likely be some of the same crowd that went to the club party.”

                “When is this?” Callie continued to question.

                “Tonight.”

                “Tonight?” Callie yelled at him. “Tonight!”

                “I guess Madame didn’t want us to have time to second-guess ourselves,” Damian explained. “This is one hundred percent your decision, Callie. Don’t do it if you don’t feel comfortable.”

                Callie leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes. Could she do it? For ten thousand dollars, could she really fuck Damian in front of an audience? They had already been together several times, and he never disappointed her. Eddy had always been kind to her. She trusted he wouldn’t put her in a dangerous situation. But she was struggling to stomach the idea. What kind of people would want to watch a live sex show as a group? Then she checked herself. Who was she to judge? If someone wanted to watch innocently, why would that make them a creep?

                “OK,” Callie responded. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but OK.”