Saturday, October 10, 2009

Screen Shots: Submissive by Willa Okati

Screen Shots: Submissive
by Willa Okati

Cover art by Reneé George
ISBN: 978-1-60521-266-1
Genre(s): The Fetish Club
Theme(s): Ménage, Gay and Lesbian
Series: Screen Shots
Length: Novella


Skyler, a new recruit to, has one mission in mind: to get Thom, the cool, collected lead cameraman, naked and sweaty between the sheets. Skyler's used to getting what he wants. So is Thom.

Skyler does know that Thom used to work on the other side of the camera. What he doesn't know is that Thom specialized in training submissives. If you ask Thom, what Skyler needs is a damn good spanking. If Skyler doesn't watch out, he's in for a lesson on how to mind his manners.

Lucky Skyler -- that's exactly what he gets.


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"Whenever you're ready, we can begin."
"I've been ready for a long time, handsome."
Thom had done more than his share of interview shoots lately. Katherine had her hands full with management in the recent upswing of's popularity. He didn't mind. Thom knew he had a way with neophytes, of soothing them and gentling the nerves out of them.
He also knew that some of the guys joked around him after they'd settled in. Some went so far as to call him "the Priest" or wave hi and ask "How's it hangin', Father?"
Sometimes, if in a whimsical mood, Thom would assign them penance. Most laughed that off. Sometimes he warned them not to cross the line and earn themselves a spanking.
When he'd had cause to cross that particular bridge with Maddox, Thom had expected Maddox to snicker and ask if Thom planned to smack him across the knuckles with a ruler. Not so. Maddox looked at him thoughtfully and showed him respect thereafter -- well, Maddox's peculiar brand of respect, which was hard to tell from his normal insouciance, but nevertheless. Thom thought Maddox probably saw right through him.
Thom wouldn't have been surprised. In his six years at Twentysomething Productions, five and a half of those behind the scenes, he'd seen everything. Or so he'd thought. Come to find out, he had never seen anything like Skyler O'Reilly, not even Maddox, and that was saying more than a mouthful.
Skyler O'Reilly, twenty-one years old. Just. The date of birth marked on his dossier indicated he'd been legal for three months on the dot. Cinnamon-red hair that tumbled in a casually Roman sort of way around his forehead and cheeks, and curled on the back of his neck. Fair, smooth skin, no scars, no tattoos except a small sunburst on his right hip. Slim, but not skinny, the build of a fencer or a sprinter or even an archer. He'd be fast on his feet and quick on the draw. Good at sighting down a target.
"Did you get that?" Skyler uncurled from his lotus position and wriggled around to lie on his stomach. He propped his chin in his hand and peeked up at Thom through sienna-brown lashes long enough to reach the moon.
"The cameras and sound are recording, yes." Thom checked the new twink's pre-prepared dossier for special notes. Ah, there it was. Personality: cheeky. Beside the neatly printed font of the form, Katherine had written, Thom, behave. Tsk. It was as if she knew him when it came to pretty brats.
Skyler's pretty pink lips came together in a disapproving moue. Angry I didn't take the bait? Interesting.
Thom laid the dossier aside. He had a feeling this interview wasn't going to run on standard lines. "Tell us what brings you to Twentysomething."
"You do."
There was frankness for you. Thom schooled his expression into neutral calmness, a Zen stillness that came naturally after years of practice, and returned stare for stare. "Tell us a little about yourself."
Skyler rolled his eyes. He writhed back to a sitting position, this time with his legs hanging off the end of the bed, his sprawl wide and suggestive. "I've been a fan of the site for years."
"Your employee record states you're just now twenty-one."
"Three years is still years. I got an account the day I turned eighteen. How old are you?" Skyler widened the stretch of his legs. "I've watched everything, all the way down through the archives, even the ones you have to do some creative clicking to find. I've watched the four vids you made."
"Mmm. I see." Thom checked the video playback. Excellent; Skyler was still in frame. He'd done proper work there. Better still, he could take a good long look at the pretty little flamer and gauge the shallow depths of Skyler's baffled frustration. Used to having anyone you get in your sights, aren't you? Cute. Very, very cute.
"You're not going to say anything about my hacking?"
"That's not hacking. That's skill in finding Easter Eggs," one of the guys in the doorway -- there were always guys watching from the doorway -- muttered to another. A low ripple of amused masculine sound flowed through the room.
Thom faced Skyler. Calm, cool, collected, centered, kind, as neutral as a reflection of a statue. "We're waiting," he said.
Skyler's eyebrows drew together. Genuine confusion was a better look on him than pouting. "For what?"
"For you to tell us, the viewers, about yourself. Or, if you're uncomfortable, we can end the interview now. You'll be reimbursed for your travel expenses and the time spent here this morning."
Skyler bristled like a hedgehog and looked about as threatening as a bunny. "Screw that. I didn't petition for an audition to walk away now. What do you want to know about me? I'll tell you anything."
You've already told me all I need to know about you. Thom appreciated Katherine's warning. Too bad it'd been too late from the moment Thom laid eyes on Skyler. This had been a long time coming. Not even a monk could hold out forever.

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