Noelle didn't know how she accepted the invitation to occupy Blake's shotgun seat. They're heading to his house, in what he calls as the headquarters before the pre-auditions of bold stars. Noelle didn't know that being a bold star became formal.
She was looking out at the window when Blake asked, "I thought you didn't want my offer. What makes you change your mind?"
Noelle bluntly replied, "It's none of your business."
Blake scoffed, asking again, "I have to confirm your intentions, Ms. Noelle Iris."
Noelle retorted, "You thought I'm going to head to the police?"
It made Blake chuckle. What kind of a nonsensical thing comes out of her mouth.
"We're registered as a paper company. The justice system in this country is slow. The company I work with has been running for years, and no one doubted the field. You're perfectly safe, Noelle."
Blake slowed down at the red light, and rested his head in his palms. One hand stayed on the steering wheel. They became quiet for several minutes. Still, Blake's nosy, and it annoyed Noelle.
"Is the medical bill increasing every day after I paid the one million pesos?"
Noelle retrieved the paper from her lap and gave it to him. Blake received it.
He gasped seeing the amount, questioning, "How much is the room price? A month flew by. This is fraud, Noelle."
Noelle said, "I won't be able to do anything but to comply with the bills. My mother won't get accepted anywhere but at that hospital."
"What's your mother's condition?"
"None of your business," Noelle dismissed the conversation right away. Blake nodded, respecting her privacy. She ignored Blake's stare once again and watched the cars zooming pass by.
…
"Before heading to your first impression, I have to ask questions first," Blake muttered, opening his laptop, and clicking on the mouse. He typed for a minute before looking at Noelle. Resting her hands on her lap, Noelle raised her eyebrows.
"What should I do?" Noelle asked.
Blake assessed her angelic face, her kind eyes and soft lips, and her good stature.
Her fragile heart doesn't have a place inside the A&E, a porn star-filled company bringing the most sexual and entertaining videos towards the website.
A meant Aphrodite and E meant Eros: Aphrodite as the Greek God of Sexual Love while Eros is the god of love, lust and desire. The owner of the company is witty. He brought the economics of the country on the rise ever since it was established.
He crossed his arms over his chest, asking, "Can I ask you something out of the line?"
Noelle rolled her eyes, saying, "You're already asking. Go on."
"Are you a virgin?" Blake didn't hesitate for one second. Noelle didn't react. She knew the conversation will head there no matter how she avoided it. It's better to come clean.
"I don't mean to be shy, but based on your look, I already did. But I have to confess I am, since… I don't do dates," Noelle professed. Blake leaned forward, and typed it. Does he have to document it little by little?
"Why aren't you dating someone?" Blake asked it out of business.
Noelle raised an eyebrow, "None of your business, Mr. Blake Villano."
Blake blurted out a laugh. It's the third time she puts up a wall to someone who helped her. He has no right to accuse her. Noelle knew how to uphold a trust.
"Since you don't do dates, have you been kissed?" Blake asked softly.
She didn't squirm in discomfort, which surprised Blake. Has she used to be a porn star before? Or was it all in his mind? Noelle must be desperate to earn a stash of cash.
"I don't. I'm not into flings and kisses, as well as dates and boyfriends. That's why the first time I landed in your house… I got astonished with myself," Noelle explained as she pointed simply at the floor. Blake was impressed.
A woman who had no sexual partners was rare nowadays.
"Plus, I have a mother to take care of. I'm not entering this job for pleasure, Mr. Villano. I want to provide money for her, and that's my purpose why I accepted it."
She was as brazen as the stone. No one can break her with one hit.
"I get your intentions, but being a bold star requires you to kiss, lick, have intercourse, and be able to stand pleasure while giving entertainment to the viewers. You have to do flings, riding like a cowboy, scissoring, doggie, and even vanilla and slow ease. You have to do all of that, Noelle."
She swallowed. As an adult, she's aware of those. How painful can it be?
"In exchange of that, you'll get the salary you wanted. You can provide for your mother. You have all the resources to use, and the company will provide you with an accommodation. Everything you wanted, Noelle, they'll be able to provide it to you."
It was the life she dreamed on. A luxury life she'll never get if she's working 24 hours in the clock.
"Do you still want to continue?" Blake asked twice.
"If that's what it is, I wish to proceed." Noelle was determined to change her life.
…
"First off, you have to show your body to me."
Noelle stood in the middle of the kitchen, all in winter clothing. Strip off?
"You have to do that for me to check." Blake sounded professional.
"If this is a lame joke, I'll be laughing right now," Noelle retorted.
"I'm not joking," Blake confessed.
"I have to strip off, right?" She became shy. Noelle's cheeks has gone beet red.
"Don't be humiliated. I checked bodies before you, Noelle," Blake was proud of it.
Noelle rolled her eyes, thinking twice in her decisions. Is this right?
"If you wish not to continue, my door…"
She started to wear her hoodie off, letting it fall on the ground. Noelle hitched the tee, leaving her upper body with only a bra on. Blake isn't impressed by her body at first, but at a single dapple, the light will be good to her porcelain skin. Noelle unbuttoned her slacks, hesitated for a while.
"Everything, Noelle, you have to strip off everything," Blake commanded.
Noelle didn't have any choice but to continue. Blake watched as she revealed her naked thighs. Her underwear was pale, accentuating the shape of her genitalia. She's left on her bra and panties.
"You have to stop there, and wear it confidently like a bikini," Blake stated.
Noelle's shoulders were down. She had no confidence. How can Blake stimulate it?
"Or better yet, change to a daring bikini," Blake added.
…
Noelle stared at her reflection at the full-length mirror. Her skin was sagged in her eyes, but Blake's words were the opposite. How can she compliment a woman with flowery words?
Noelle observed the leopard's prints of her tube bra and panties. It was a perfect combination. Blake applauded, saying, "You're alluring, Noelle. For sure, the human resources team will enjoy your body."
Ah, yes, she is now a beginner: a bold star. She never forgets her principle on why she joined this job: it is to pay for her mother's bills. That's it, end of conversation, and nothing else.
"What do I do now? Should I just stand here and impress you?" Noelle asked.
"No, I was thinking of how to fix your body. You look great. You have porcelain skin, but it's all dry. I know what kind of treatment we have to do to make it smooth. Plus…"
Blake approached her, his hair all laid back, and the buttons of his polo undone. His biceps were brusque, and Noelle couldn't help but to swallow. Blake stood at a fair distance, and his masculine scent wafted in her nose.
Blake reached out behind her head, and removed her hair clip.
Once it does, her hair cascaded down to her shoulders. It fell smoothly, covering her collarbone. Noelle doesn't want to look anywhere but on Blake's rigid jaw. How should she hold his neck when…
"You look beautiful, Noelle," Blake complimented. He bit his bottom lip, and brushed her hair strands away from her collarbone. Noelle didn't flinch, and let him touch her. Blake doesn't have the right to touch her now. She had to learn the basic skills first.
The simple touch at the top of her breasts lingered for a while.
"I'm not going to do anything to you before you learn things. You have to do that first, Noelle."
Blake gave a small smile, turned her around, and rested his chin on her shoulder. He smiled.
"We have to get you aroused in a simple touch, and learn from it," Blake whispered.
Is this what it felt like to get pleasure?