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pairing: Doug Renetti x fem!reader
word count: 4k
warnings: fluff, angst, smut: vaginal penetration, cumshot
a/n: in a minx mood! I just finished the second season and fell in love with the characters again. Folks have also been asking me about this so I guess this can live on here again. no beta and this is kind of old lolz. Enjoy & give credits to the gif creators!
Popping your grape flavored gum, your eyes fly across the screen of the game you were currently engrossed in, hips swaying back and forth to KC & The Sunshine Band “Get Down Tonight”. You came to the Hot Spot bar often, checking the high score of space invaders. You were the top player of the famed game ever since Charlie installed it and he always made sure to tuck away tokens for you whenever you showed up.
It wasn’t your thing, playing video games. With the increase of working days and a higher demand for adult content, you were always looking to blow off steam that wasn’t sex related. You drunkenly stumbled upon the flashy box and were hooked.
“C’mon, you piece of shit, eat my dust!” you mutter, tongue poking out a bit as your concentration deepens. The colored aliens jump around, narrowly avoiding your blazing ray gun. You weren’t going down without a fight and with a quick flip of your wrist, the last three aliens on your screen were blasted to hell. The machine dings as NEW HIGH SCORE appears, prompting you to input your initials for the scoreboard. You continue to hum to the song, jerking the joystick around the alphabet to claim your rightful throne.
F.U.K
“Whew momma, I’d know those hips anywhere.”
You bite a smile as you finish your gaming session, tossing your purse back over your shoulder. Turning around, you come face to face with Doug Renetti. He holds up two shot glasses filled with brown liquor, shaking them a bit to entice you.
“You’re late.”
Doug laughs and it pings your heart. You hated how much you liked to hear his laughter.
“What can I say, I’m a busy guy.”
You permit the rugged looking man to escort you to a booth, sliding in across from him and accepting the drink.
“Too busy for me even? Wow!” you joke, signaling to the bartender for another round.
“Never too busy for my favorite girl.” Doug flashes you a smile, dazzling you with his pearly whites. You bite your lip and lean back against the plush seat.
“You go to work today?”
Doug nods, thanking the waitress for the new set of drinks. “Yeah. I, uh, actually got this new magazine in the works. It’s gonna be big, I can feel it.”
“So I heard.”
Doug raises an eyebrow, massaging his sharp nose. “Oh yeah? Tony keeping tabs on me now?”
You let out a nervous chuckle, rolling your eyes. Tony was always a sore subject of conversation. Your current boss, Tony Delgatto owned one of the biggest adult production companies in L.A. Tony and Doug started in the industry together but lines were crossed and the two went their separate ways. Tony and Doug both refuse to discuss what exactly happened between them and you knew better than to ask. Something about men with their dicks and egos.
“No, the porn industry is just very small. Word travels fast.” you shrug but Doug wasn’t buying it.
“How much did Bambi tell you?”
You giggle into your glass. “Everything.”
Doug groans. “She never stops talking, that Bambi.”
“We go to the same hair salon! What else are we supposed to talk about, the weather?”
“Yeah, that’d be nice for a change.”
You scoff. “Oh, geez, maybe next time I’ll lead off with a: Hi Bambi, how’s the weather today? Oh! It’s mid-70s? Again? Someone call the press!”
“Yeah, alright. I get it.”
A moment of silence passes by and you know exactly where this is going.
“The offer still stands-”
“Doug! Can we not do this today?”
Doug’s face softens, his normal joking demeanor changing into something serious. “You’re a goddamn sex symbol and instead of becoming a household name, you’re wasting potential by showing your ass on a calendar spread where February has thirty days in it!”
“Hey! Gertrude apologized for that and got new ones printed.”
Doug sighs. “What I’m saying is that I can take good care of ya and present you to the world in the right way. You need to be on magazine covers, video tapes, television, not that other shit.”
You clear your throat, gazing down at your hands in your lap. Doug was right. He tends to be, having done this for such a long time. Even as a high school dropout, Doug always felt that he was smarter than any test could prove. His business started off a tad rocky but once both of his feet were planted firmly on the ground, it took off. You always teased that he was hiding all his secrets in his hair.
“I know my worth,” you assert. “And I’ve been working with Tony for years, if I just up and left for his biggest competitor he’d blackball me before I even left the parking lot.”
Doug downs his drink. “Yeah….maybe.” He takes in your sullen expression. “I didn’t mean to make you upset, let me make it up to you.”
You give him a half smirk. “Oh yeah? And just how do you plan to do that, Douglas?”
The walls to the single stall squeal as you get fucked against it, holding onto Doug for dear life. You were happy that you decided to wear a dress for the occasion, forgoing the bright colored tights due to the warm weather. Your underwear was currently dangling off of your right foot, legs thrown across Doug’s arms.
“Now this,” Doug grunts, shifting his angle and hitting a deeper spot that made you cry out. “Is some grade-A pussy.”
You laugh breathlessly. “Don’t you fucking forget it, sweetheart.” you grab a handful of his hair, tugging on it hard to spur him on further.
The bass of the music playing seeps into the restroom, helping to conceal the moaning you were doing. Doug licks at your throat, analyzing your facial expressions. Even though you were a performer, he could tell from certain ticks that this wasn’t an act. Doug knew how to fuck you good and he was cocky about it. Some days he took it for granted but today he wanted to savor the moment, he wanted to make you unravel as many times as he possibly could.
Creeping over to the sink, Doug sets you down and flips you over, spreading your legs with his foot. He doesn’t warn you as he enters you again, slowing down his pace in order to catch his breath.
Your eyes meet in the mirror and you grin, eyes half open. He towers over you and tugs at the front of your dress, yanking it down enough to release your breasts. Doug kneads your tits, fingers pulling at your nipple. You whine, arching your back more.
“I’m a pretty girl, say it.”
Your eyes open all the way as you stare at Doug who doesn’t skip a beat.
“Say it or I swear to God I’ll stop.”
He thrust forward more harshly and you shuffle your feet around to accommodate him more.
“I’m-oh-I’m a-”
Doug smacks your ass. “Eyes on me when you say it.”
You force yourself to glance at Doug. “I’m a pretty girl.”
Doug nods. “Again.”
“I’m a pretty girl.”
He grabs your neck, pulling you up straight against his chest. “The prettiest fucking girl with the best pussy, ain’t that right.”
You mumble and whimper affirmations, losing yourself to an orgasm. “I’m comin’, Doug, please.”
“Uh huh, honey, I’m not done with you yet.”
Doug slips out and prompts you to sit on the sink, positioning himself in between your legs. You groan as he enters you again, your immense amount of wetness making it an easy process.
You surge forward kiss Doug, licking into his mouth. Your tongues fight for domination, Doug devouring all of your soft moans.
“You want my cum?”
Your head bobbles as you say yes.
“How much you want it?”
“Bad. I want you to cum so badly, Doug.”
Doug pumps his cock into you a few more times before he pulls out, snatching the condom off. He jerks his shaft, gasping as he spills his seed across your open legs.
He drops his head on your shoulder, arms locking around your hips. You take a hand and lace it through his hair, humming lowly as your body simmers down from its tiny spasms.
“Come work for me. Please.” he utters, pressing kisses to your bare shoulders.
“You know I don’t talk business with your dick out.”
Doug laughs softly, leaving one last kiss on your cheek before he makes himself decent. You adjust your dress, thanking Doug when he hands you your panties.
“Doug, you know I can’t work for you.”
Doug stares off into the distance, nodding to himself.
“Ok.”
The whole Tony excuse was played out. You could give a rats ass what Tony thought, you were fucking scared of Doug. You were head over heels for your oldest friend in the city who you sometimes had sex with. Ok, so you had sex a lot but it wasn’t like he was asking you for more and you were happy not to enter that unknown territory. You didn’t want people to think that you were fucking him for special privleges. You didn’t want to admit your true feelings. You didn’t want to get hurt. Not by anyone but definitely not him.
Doug goes to leave the restroom but stops himself, digging in his suit pocket. He produces a small velvet cloth bag, handing it to you.
You grab it, looking at him confused. “What’s this?”
He gestures for you to open it. You gasp openly, a hand flying to your mouth. Inside the bag was a silver starfish necklace. Simple and beautiful.
Doug takes the necklace from you, fastening it around your neck. He admires the charm, touching it gently. “Saw it and couldn’t stop thinking about how much you would like it. Happy birthday.”
Doug says nothing else as he leaves you alone in the bathroom, closing out his tab and exiting the bar.
Tony hadn’t said anything to you all day.
It was a tough business. Not the industry you’d thought you would be a part of when you first moved out west. You wanted to go to school for marine biology but your parents didn’t approve, saying that the money wasn’t there and you should do something more practical with your life. They agreed to let you go to L.A. but set a hard rule that they weren’t going to support you so you had to find a job while applying to schools.
Balancing rent, tuition, books, and other bills proved to be too much so you took up a call girl job when an older woman you came across in a bar one night told you that you were wasting your pretty over the phone.
“Film is where it’s hot, sweet cheeks.” she advised, handing you a business card for Tony. Doug offered to help but you turned him down, saying that phone sex was better because you didn’t want your image to be broadcasted everywhere.
You weren’t exactly sure when your beliefs changed but talking sexy over the phone wasn’t putting food on your table.
A Week Later.
You slip your sunglasses on top of your head, popping your gum noisily. You mosey up to the front desk of Bottom Dollar, smiling at the receptionist. The poor girl couldn’t get a word out before Bambi rushes past her, engulfing you in a tight hug.
“I knew you would show up!” Bambi steps back, grabbing your hand and dragging you through the office. “Doug was adamant that you were not going to come but I just kept telling him that you’d end up here and here you are! My horoscope said that good things come to those who wait.”
Bambi leads you into the photo area where Doug, Tina, and Richie were observing a new layout. They all turn when you enter with Bambi. Doug sits up straighter when he sees you, eyes zooming in on your neck.
The necklace was still there.
“Well would you look at what the cat brought in!” Bambi shrieks.
You wave, surveying the scene.
“You came.” Doug says, walking over to greet you with a hug. You hug him back, inhaling his familiar scent.
“I heard you were struggling to stay afloat so I figured I’d offer a helping hand.”
Doug chuckles and pulls you over to the table. “Oh really? Wonder where you heard that.” he side eyes Bambi.
Gazing at the boards on the table, you whip your head up to look at Doug. “Is this for me?”
Bambi holds up the layout for you to see it clearer. “I came up with the idea!”
“Well, that’s half true.” Doug points to the board. “With the new magazine we got coming, it’s all about the female gaze. Intellect. What a better way to gain knowledge than having your own fun fact spread! We would feature you in every other issue and we’d use the space to feature fun trivia and facts about the ocean. We could even give some proceeds to a sealife charity of your choice.”
Tears well up on your eyes as you gaze at Doug’s work. Setting down your purse, you shed off your jacket.