Chapter 4: Door
Semen splashed out of Kelly onto the floor. She ran to the bathroom, sobbing, trailing cum, and slammed the door shut. They heard the door lock.
Martin chased after her. “Okay, cameras off.”
“Kelly!” shouted Scott through the door, “I’m sterile!”
“Go away!” Kelly shouted through the door.
“I have no sperm!” Scott shouted.
“Fuck you, you lying bastard!” she shouted.
“I’m not lying! I have a doctor report to show you,” Scott said. He slid the paper under the door. “Why do you think I get hired for this kind of thing? Do you think Martin needs the legal liability of a woman getting pregnant?”
“It was a prank,” called Martin. “This is my fault. Blame me. Scott tried to call it off.”
“You mean you planned this all along?” Kelly cried. “You fucking bastards!”
“We didn’t lie to you!” said Martin. “You said no sperm. No sperm went into you. You asked for no sperm, you got no sperm. Just not the way you expected. Look, I know you’re upset and we should have told you Scott has no sperm. But our subscribers don’t like it when our male talent has no sperm, even though many have vasectomies. It’s just part of the movie.”
“You’re still disgusting creeps,” said Kelly. She was calming down a little.
“Look,” said Martin. “All the other girls who come here have seen porn. We’re easy enough to find on the Internet. All the other girls check our site and find out that this is what we’re known for. But when the time comes, their performances are fake. This was real. It’s honestly the first time someone has actually been tricked,” he lied. “I didn’t know how much pain this would cause you. I’m really sorry. I’m never going to do this again. If I think the girl might not understand, I’m going to explain it beforehand. It’s not worth hurting someone’s feelings like this.”
“It was a horrible thing to fucking do,” said Kelly through the door.
“What can I do to make up for tricking you?” asked Martin. “More money?”
“IF you’re not lying about Scott being sterile,” Kelly said, “a thousand dollars.”
“Done!” said Martin. He had two thousand ready. They were new bills, so they fit easily under the door.
After a minute, the door opened a crack. “Bring me my clothes,” said Kelly. Scott gave her clothes to her, neatly folded, through the crack. Kelly shut the door.
A couple of minutes later, Kelly came out of the bathroom fully clothed and gave them both a dark look. She grabbed her purse and sat down to put on her boots.
While she was doing that, Martin asked, “Can I call you next week, just to see how you’re doing?”
“No,” said Kelly curtly, not looking up.
Kelly got up and went to the door. Scott held it shut and said, “I promise I’ll make it up to you if you let me. Let me bring another smile to that face.”
Kelly looked at Scott with determination and pulled open the door. Scott didn’t stop her.
“Goodbye, Scott,” she said. The door fell closed behind her.
(The end?)