EroticReverie

Ruby Red 

I stand on the red carpet , the backdrop behind us is black with the multiple adult film industry logos. I’m on the arm of the man who has paid for his logo to be the biggest of them all. I doubt he’d even have to pay them. Crown Content Creators was the biggest adult website there was.  In only three years after going live it had become the highest grossing website of all time for adult entertainment. 

It had a multitude of features. It’s was a mix of your regular porn sites , with videos aid both professional and amateur creators. Any kink you could think of, you’d find it there.  The thing that set it apart was that it also had a likeness to another widely popular site that allowed people to have their own designated pages with their own self made content and allowed them to make money off of it, while of course Crown Content Creators taking a portion of their earnings. 

I stand beside Ulric Crown, the now fifty year old man , that brought me into this world when he found me dancing on a stage at a club in Vegas. Sure I made good money being a stripper, but Ulric had made me such pretty promises of wealth and so much of it that I would never want for a thing. His wealth. 

He’d taken me home with him that night, learned I was a virgin and talked me into letting him “deflower” me for money. A lot of fucking money. So I’d done it.  I hadn’t really been holding onto it for any special reason. I just had never liked men. I was attracted to them physically, yes. But I never met a man I thought deserved to get their dicks wet inside of me. Did Ulric deserve it? No. But he was paying me ten thousand dollars to fuck him and let him record it , for “his eyes only”. 

The most viewed video on his site? Was that video of him and myself, losing my virginity on camera. Even if it wasn’t the first video of me that was uploaded to his site. No, he waited several months before adding that to my creators page. 

Ten thousand dollars seemed like a lot of money at the time. But now? Knowing how many people have paid to watch that video? 

Ulric was like Hugh Hefner. He’d spoil you rotten. Give you an allowance. You were under strict rules and a contract. But like he promised, I haven’t wanted for a single thing since I began to work as one of his “hand picked stars”.   There’s a few dozen women and men that are his “Diamond Starlets”. 

To normal people, it just means that we’re the top creators. To the rich, it means we’re available for love entertainment, for a price. 

I’ve had over two dozen celebrities and well known billionaires and millionaires inside of me this past year. And I’ve had even more men inside of me than that , for the purpose of making content. 

A year ago, I was a virgin. And now, I couldn’t even tell you how many men or women I’ve been with. 

I regret going home with Ulric that night. But the fat diamond engagement ring would sell the lie that I didn’t regret it at all. I’m sure sec work is liberating for some. Empowering even. But not for me. It’s a chore. It’s degrading and I feel like I’ve lost myself this past year. But the hunger pains of a little girl , the terror of living homeless on the streets for years without a roof over my head or the promise of a warm meal, those things always have me telling myself that sex and giving away my body is a small price to pay to never have to go through that ever again. 

I was uneducated, I didn’t know that I could have probably done sex work and became a creator on my own and I’d be in control of my money, my body and my time. But now, all those freedoms and liberties were handled by Ulric Crown. He owned me and I stare down at the ring on my finger as cameras flash and take a hundred pictures of the brand new unmistakable engagement ring that he forced onto my finger after a fuck early this morning in front of the camera. The ring reminds me that he plans on owning me forever. In every way.

I smile with my hand on his chest and his poised oh so lovingly on my ass, grabbing a handful of it lewdly and smiling like he’s a king for the camera. And to them, he is a king. The king of adult entertainment. Men everywhere worship Ulric Crown. Just like they do any many with more money than they can spend in a hundred thousand fucking lifetimes. He was a “business man” a “lucky bastard” to have so many women constantly fawning over him. And me? I’m just the “lucky” one to have snagged myself “such a catch”. 

He grabs my ass harder and makes me turn slightly and show my backside to the camera. So the photographers can have a view of the entirely see through lace gown. The lace pattern is sparse, and yields more see through parts than it doesn’t concealed. The sleeves are long and the hem touches the floor. The back dips down to a sharp V shape that exposes the top off my ass crack. My red hair is piled up in an attempt at “elegance” and I know the cameras are also taking shots of the heart tattoo on the back of my neck with This man’s name inside of it.  It wasn’t a choice. Just another demand made by the porn God himself that I wasn’t allowed to say no to. Not unless I wanted to get smacked around and threatened. 

Ulric Crown might be handsome and rich as hell. But he’s a fucking bastard. 

A bastard that won’t let me leave him or his business. I make him too much money and Ulric Crown has made it clear, even if I didn’t make him money, even if I wasn’t under contract to pump out content for him for at least five more years, that I was his. That I belonged to him. That he’d kill me if I tried to leave him in anyway.  

“I can make you fucking disappear and nobody would give a shit Rhiannon. You’re nothing without me. Nothing!”  Was just one of the many reminders I’ve received in the past nine months. It took me three fucking months to realize what a fucking mistake if made. I wasn’t proud at all of how long it took me either. 

Ulric sticks out his tongue to me as he grabs my jaw gently and turns my face to him instead of over my shoulder to the cameras. 

I take it into my mouth as the photographers eat it up, seeing his submissive slut fiancé show such a raunchy public display of forced affection. I suck it like it’s his cock. Playing the part he demands I play. The red headed whore that’s every man’s dream. A vixen. A succubus.   His stupid little concubine and gold digging whore. He loved men obsessing over me, but even more, he likes when they hate me. He always makes a point to show me all the disgusting messages he gets from men offering him gross amounts of money to let them “snuff” me.  He loved the men who hated sex workers , either because they were sad lonely fucking losers or because they just genuinely hated all women, and wanted to kill them just because they could. He loved threatening me with selling me to one of them if I didn’t act right or do as I was told. 

“Ruby over here!”

“Congrats ok your engagement!”

“What a dress Ruby!”

“You look amazing! Over here Ruby!”

“Please Ruby, over here!”

Make and female voices of photographers wanting to catch the perfect shot of me and my fiancé. 

“Congrats on your nominations tonight Ruby!” Another yells. Because I’d been nominated in several categories and already knew I’d be taking home each one. Because it didn’t matter what the votes said, Ulric Crown didn’t even have to tell me that he bought my winning. That’s just who he is, what he does. He doesn’t lose. Ever. 

He turns me back to the cameras and places his hands on my waist as he shows me off. 

“Gorgeous!” 

“You look so amazing tonight Ruby!” 

I just smile and pose and lean back against Ulric as if I just can’t get enough of being all over him. I lift my one arm and drape it over his shoulder and behind his neck as I lift my chin and tilt my head back and smile up at him. I open my mouth and hold out my tongue and he grins. So fucking proud of himself for being able to manipulate me into being such a shameless whore. 

He tilts his chin down. His other hand grabs my throat and squeezes and the lights flash triple time as he spits in my mouth right there on the carpet. 

I swallow it down and open for more and he grins and shuts my mouth by pushing up on my jaw. I lick my lips as we get whistles and encouragement. 

It was all for show. It’s always a show. 

“Good luck tonight Ruby!” One of the men yells as Ulric moves us along on the carpet and to the theatre where they’re hosting the adult entertainment awards. 

And just like I said, I’m leaving my seat, six different times to go on stage to accept awards. 

Best New Girl , which I accept by myself and making sure to thank Ulric not just once but twice during my tiny speech and blowing him a kiss and pretending to be in love with him and grateful for him. 

Best Girl on Girl which I accept with another or Ulrics girls. 

Best Guy on Girl which I accept with a creator that not a Diamond , but still under contract with Ulric. 

Best POV which I accept with Ulric

Best Blow Job Scene , which I accept with a male co star who wasn’t actually under Ulric at all.

Best Gang Bang which I accept with the six men that were part of my second most watched public content video. 

After all is said and done , we’re off to the after party. One of many, but it’s the only one we’ll attend , because it’s the one that everyone who’s anyone in adult entertainment wants to be at. And it’s Ulric’s.