Chapter 16

For the rest of the month, I have scenes with Trev. Not the way I'd like to spend several hours, but whatever. The money is good and Clay gets paid for being here—it's a win-win.

Unfortunately, I don't get to see much of Clay otherwise, since it's close to graduation and he's been doing a lot of studying for his upcoming exams. I miss him.

He still comes and stays the night with me, but that's pretty much all he does. Between studying and the gym—training Blond and Sweaty whose name I now know to be Sam—he gets back to my place, eats and passes out. I'm not upset that he's working and studying. I miss talking to him and laughing about nothing. We still do those things, but it's not as frequent as they once were.

Only a few more weeks until he graduates. He'll probably still be training Sam, but he'll have more time to be with me. That sound selfish and needy as fuck, but I've grown used to having Clay around all the time.

I step into the locker room and I'm met with the glaring eyes of Trev. I really can't stand this guy. To be honest, I'm not sure why he doesn't like me. We started off pretty cool—we began working for the studio within a few months of each other—but one day, he started giving me the cold shoulder. I don't take shit from anyone, so after I tried to figure out what was wrong and he gave me attitude, I gave it right back. We haven't let up since.

Too bad I care about putting in a good performance and getting paid top dollar or I'd demand Jake not pair us together. But viewers think we're hot together, sending emails and requests to Jake and answering on the polls that they want to see certain scenes with us.

For real though, I'm close to telling Jake that I don't care what the fans want. I don't want to keep filming with Trev. Not when he has this animosity towards me for some stupid reason. At first, I thought maybe he had some stupid crush on me, but I don't think that's it. It's something else I can't put my finger on.

Besides, I can work with Bailey or one of the other guys and get paid well. It won't be near what I get paid for all the scenes with Trev, but my sanity will probably be happier not to be paired with him.

Ignoring Trev's burning gaze, I make my way over to my locker, putting my bag inside and pulling out the costumes I stashed there last night. Today's scene? Fucking ranch hands. I'm supposed to be the foreman in charge of Trev, who keeps fucking up on the job. I threaten to fire him and he says he'll blow me and let me fuck him to keep his job. A pretty straight forward scene.

Trev's eyes are like a physical thing on the side of my face and would probably set me ablaze if they could. Sighing, I turn to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

"Don't ‘what' me. You think you're hot shit with your own fluffer. I'm hot enough for you to get your dick hard. You aren't worth the money you're paid."

My lips tip up into a smile. "If you were hot enough, I wouldn't need a fluffer." I give him finger guns to really fuck with him.

"Fuck you, Houston Stallion," he sneers my stage name. "I'm fucking sick of you, strutting around here like you're the best thing on this side of the Mason-Dixon. You're not important enough for Jake to be fucking catering to you. You shouldn't be the highest paid actor in this studio. I put in more time and have more scenes. It should be me! I should be fucking you. I should be fucking Bailey, not opening my legs for you."

So that's it. It has to be. When I started working here, I only had a few scenes a month and I worked alongside Trev. Then viewers started requesting scenes for me and my video views skyrocketed. I'm sure my big cock and how careful I am with my costars while fucking them into the mattress—or whatever surface I'm fucking them on—has a lot to do with it. Trev tops sometimes, but his most watched videos are of him bottoming. Mostly bottoming for me.

Before he started acting like a dick, he was the perfect bottom—just this side of needy and extremely responsive. But his attitude had me ignoring his hot body and even hotter ass, unable to get my dick up for him.

Shaking my head as if to clear it, I ask, "You're mad at me because you have to bottom? You could always ask Jake. There's no need to get snippy with me."

He steps closer to me, seething. "I have asked. He said he'll think about it, that we were making money hand over fist because you fucked me so good." Trev sneers, lip curling very unattractively. "Then he gets you your own fucking fluffer instead of telling you to take my dick up your ass. He fucking caters to you and your lousy dick."

Barking a laugh, I shake my head and turn away from him, getting dressed. I laugh again at the assless chaps I have to put on. Good thing they go over my pants and all I have to do initially is pull my dick through my zipper while Trev sucks me off. "My dick ain't lousy and you know it. Stop bitching at me about what you're doing and take it up with someone that can do something about it. Someone like the fucking director." I slam my locker shut and walk out, leaving Trev to seethe on his own.

Clay walks into the studio building just as I'm approaching the set built for today—the interior of a barn, almost to scale with a hay loft over it. Dario has fucking skills.

Clay hurries over to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Hey. What's up?"

I shrug. "Not much. Trev is being Trev, so I definitely need you today."

"What's his deal?" Clay asks, jaw tight. I know he wants to say something to Trev about his fucking attitude, but I told Clay to chill and let it be. I don't have to see Trev anywhere but here. I can handle a few hours of his bullshit.

"I think?—"

I'm cut off by Trev barreling out of the locker room with his street clothes back on and his bag over his shoulder. He stomps over to Jake, drops his bag, and puts his hands on his hips. "I'm not working with him anymore," he says, pointing to me. "I'm not bottoming anymore. I'm also not taking less money than him when I've been doing more scenes than him. Unless you fix it, I'm walking."

The entire studio gets quiet as we watch everything unfold. I told Trev to take it up with the director, but I didn't think he would actually do it in front of everyone. Especially right now.

Jake looks around at us, then back at Trev. "Look, let's go to my trailer and?—"

"No," Trev roars, dropping his hands to fist at his side. "Fix it now. Get someone in here that I can fuck for this scene and get Yuri out of here. I'm done being second to him. Either you treat us equally or I'm gone." When Jake doesn't answer, Trev's face turns red. "You're just going to let me walk? And not try to get me to stay? You fucking need me, Jake!"

Raising an eyebrow, Jake stands toe to toe with Trev. They're about the same height, but Jake has at least thirty pounds on Trev. Jake is not a small man and not someone I'd fuck with if I didn't have to. I'm a lover, not a fighter. "I don't need you at all. Even if you were to walk, I could afford to keep my business afloat for the rest of my life. Hell, if Yuri, who is my top earner, were to walk, I'd still have enough money to last me for the rest of my life. And you get paid very well. I pay everyone fairly. Think you deserve more? Talk to me about it like a fucking adult, not having a shouting match with me. You'll lose every time."

Trev's face gets more and more pale as Jake talks, but he doesn't back down. Fucking idiot. Jake is a fair man. If Trev would have spoken to him in his trailer like he asked, I'm sure Jake would have come to a compromise with him.

Instead of apologizing or just going to change into these stupid chaps, Trev crosses his arms and asks, "So you're not going to call someone in here so Yuri doesn't fuck me?"

Jake lifts his chin. "No. I'll call someone in here for Yuri to fuck. Go home and calm down. When you have some sense, come back and talk to me. We can discuss your plans for my studio when you can speak to me like with some respect."

"Fuck you!" Trev shouts in Jake's face, picking up his bag. "I'm fucking over this shit. I quit!" He storms off before anyone can say anything.

The studio is quiet for at least a minute, no one saying anything as the silence stretches. Jake finally looks around at everyone and says, "Looks like there won't be a scene today. Go home, everyone."

"Wait," I say, stepping forward. Jake turns to me and holds his hand up, halting everyone that started to gather their things. "The set is already built and I have on this get up," I motion down my body. "I can do a solo jerk scene. Those do pretty well. And I'm sure a lot of people that subscribe have a thing for the whole cowboy plot line. It'll be a piece of cake and the set won't go to waste."

Jake slides his hands in his pockets and looks down at the ground for a few seconds. Then he nods. "Okay. Let's do it." He sits back in his chair and the camera and crew members get into position.

I give Clay a quick kiss, then whisper in his ear, "Stand beside the camera man with your back to me. I want to see that ass while I'm pleasuring myself. I'll imagine what it'll feel like when I'm inside you tonight."

Clay shivers against me. He kisses me again, then goes to do what I told him.

I sit down on the hay bale that will poke my ass cheeks when I'm stripped down and spread my legs, getting ready for the scene. Make up comes over and gets me camera ready and lube is set beside me for easy access.

Once I'm ready, I stare at Clay's ass and get to work.