Breaking
the Girl
By M.C. Webb
Genre: Dark Romance
Breaking the
Girl by M.C. Webb is a dark story of desire. Two souls collide, breaking open a
long forgotten past, and a very tortured present. What drives the lovers
closer, may be the very thing the tears them apart.
Axel Stone is a
porn star, a highly successful porn star. Now semi-retired and frigidly cold,
Axel stumbles through life the only way he knows how – lots of booze and women.
With more than 1500 movies over his short career, Axel has slowly removed
himself from filming, opting instead to “train” woman for the industry
resulting in their near stardom as they emerge onto the adult film sets. Every
director wants one of Axel’s girls because Axel’s girls, make money.
And Payton
Knight needs money.
Homeless, survivor
of a horrific ordeal has left Payton broke and desperate. A chance encounter to
meet and be trained by Axel, with the possibility of making enough cash to
right her wrongs, Payton jumps at the chance. It doesn’t hurt she is instantly
attracted to the leading man. Neither get what they expect and as they both
struggle with which reality is less damning, both Axel and Payton pay an
ultimate price.
Prologue
-
Axel
Metal security
bars obscure my view, but don’t completely block out the wandering boy and his
dog. Though I avert my gaze, I can still see him in my periphery—dirty bare
feet, ragged blue jeans, and faded shirt. His hair is dingy from dirt, but it
would probably be dark blond when washed. I have yet to see his eyes clearly
but know for certain they are dark and sit slightly sunken while bluish circles
surround the lost orbs.
Is he hungry
today? Does his heroin addict of a mother know he feeds the mutt his
mission food or is she too far gone to care anymore?
Helplessly drawn
to the figure, my gaze slowly turns his way to see what’s new today. Like the
times before, his is head down and his gait slow as he keeps to the shadows of
the buildings. It’s as if he fears the sun’s rays. This nameless boy haunts me
for days after I leave the dark confines of Barb’s cramped office, and I know
with certainty, today will be no different. I’ll take the image of the homeless
preteen with me when our meeting finally ends. I will attempt to approach him
again today, offering money and shoes. He will again run from me.
Tinkling giggles
pull me back to the business at hand.
“No, no that’s
fine with me,” the girl says too eagerly.
The boy leads
his shaggy dog down an alley and out of sight.
“Axel?”
Barb’s masculine
voice makes my skin crawl, and I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the
window. The image looks mean, cold and I know I’ve only grown harsher the past
couple of years. Funny how being sober can actually make a person worse in some
ways. A white hot pain licks up the side of my neck, creeping, crawling slowly
to the center of my left eye where it sits and waits to split my skull open at
just the right moment.
“We need you to
sign,” Barb says to my back, not at all hiding her impatience.
Giving the alley
one last glance, I turn to finish what will be my last contract this
summer.
“Almost done,
Candi,” Barb tells the girl I’ve spent the last month training with and I
suddenly want to laugh.
Almost
done?
Not by a long
shot.
Yes, this
signing is the end of the road with me, but Candi will undoubtedly be in films,
lots of them, and she will never be done. This decision will follow her for the
rest of her life.
That thought
gives me pause and the conversation I tried to tune out of a moment ago becomes
much clearer. Taking my seat at the cheap, round table, I ignore the producer,
David Magardo, to my left, as well as Barb, the bane of my existence and
business partner to my right, focusing straight ahead on Candi. Her bright blue
eyes are made even brighter by whatever pill she popped this morning,
self-tanning, and platinum blonde hair. Her double-D breasts are on display in
her very short, low-cut dress.
The girl would
be pretty if not for the heavy makeup and perky role she constantly played. I
alone in this room know she’s never happy, sometimes drinks way too much, and
cries when she calls home. She’s young—too young to know what she’s doing, yet
old enough to choose it all. I’ve prepared her for everything and now, I let
her go in peace.
“Did you
stipulate you want a companion of your choice on set with you?”
Candi blinks
quickly as if the thought escaped her.
“There will
always be an assistant to see to her needs, Axel,” Magardo mumbles
uncomfortably.
I give the girl
a hard stare.
“What he means
is his camera guy or his assistant,” I address Candi, ignoring Dave
all together. “I told you to request this be added, otherwise you are their
property and will be at the mercy of whoever is on set. At least with a
companion, they can look out for you if something goes in a direction you are
uncomfortable with.”
Like you land in
a gangbang with total strangers when you were only expecting girl on girl.
Candi glances
uncomfortably at Barb, then Dave.
“Uh, yeah. I
need to have someone with me, a friend or someone,” she says uncertainly.
I tap the table
absently with my forefinger, knowing all Candi wants is the sign-up money with
the promise of more. Dave makes a note on the form and lets Barb, then Candi
read it.
“This is less
money than it was just a few minutes ago?” Candi says, surprised. “Why is it
less?"
Her eyes dart
from the pages to Dave, to me, then back to Dave.
“The cost
involved in shooting changes if you want a companion with you while
you film. The more terms you add and longer this takes, the less I’m willing to
offer,” Dave threatens.
Candi’s eyes
water ever so slightly and I know what’s coming. Even though I’m a hypocrite,
and even though I was one of those strangers on film for countless girls over
the course of my career, I fucking hate what she’s about to do.
“I don’t need
anyone with me if you will honor the amount from before.”
“Agreed, now get
Axel to sign and I can give you the check.”
When the pages
are slid to me, I sign, releasing Candi to film at will. I inwardly grimace at
the fact I’m most likely the only one in the room who would actually honor a
contract. An equally sad and ironic thought, but now I can only eye the door,
longing to escape these people and this life for a while.
The boat is
ready. The alcohol is stocked, along with the food and my favorite fishing
gear. All that’s missing is me.
I hate all of
them, I hate all of this. Grinding my teeth, I fight the creeping darkness
in my heart.
“Axel?” Barbs
pulls me from my musings when the paperwork is complete.
I try to
concentrate on the business at hand. Barbara can sense my foul mood and pats
her short red hair nervously before smoothing imaginary lines on her black
slacks. She attempts to look attractive and professional, and she succeeds to a
cheapened degree, but I see her she-devil horns even if no one else does. And
just behind her square reading glasses are the coldest, cruelest green eyes
I’ve ever seen. Barb will never be more than a briefcase pimp trying to hold on
to her youth to me. What was she now? Had to be close to fifty, maybe more. She
was in her mid-thirties when I was a teenager just starting in the
business.
The crow’s feet
around her eyes deepen and my focus sharpens as I realize both she and Dave are
staring at me.
“What?” I almost
growl.
“We were just
wondering if you would consider adding a couple of girls to your schedule.
Maybe you could take one with you on your vacation and train her on
the boat?”
The word “vacation” left
her pencil thin lips like a curse word. Barbara hates me taking time off and
fights me tooth and nail every chance she gets.
I understand
what she said, the conniving bitch that she is.
“On the
boat?” A female, on a boat with me. That would mean she
would have to share my bed and fuck no, that’s not happening. I don’t want
anything to do with the girls other than training them, and that is
plenty, thank you very much. The very thought of being confined in a
small space with one makes my stomach clench with anxiety.
“Uh, no. Again,
I have a set schedule, Barb. I’m not changing it. I’m finished working for
now.”
I glance to
Candi and she gives me a sad smile, knowing everyone is talking around her like
she’s not in the room. Once her check was given to her, she was no longer of
importance. I give her a narrowed expression, trying to convey the hard truth
that, as of now, she’s nothing but a performance act.
Get used to it,
sweetheart, it only get worse from here.
M.C. Webb is a
contemporary author of dark romance. First published in high school, the
attention shy writer avoided publication for many years, opting to limit her
work locally. Her now widely released bibliography includes the suspenseful
"The Black Trilogy" a touch of second chance love in "Second
String" and newest spellbinding novel "Breaking the Girl" out
Valentines Day 2017. Born in Chatsworth Georgia, M.C. spent most of her
childhood in the deep south until landing in the place she calls home today,
Knoxville Tennessee. She loves interacting with readers and is a huge supporter
of film, football, hockey and the blues.
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