The next morning, the exhaustion of the shoot was miraculously subdued. The deep, prolonged Nuru massage from Sasha had not just been a performance—it was therapeutic. My muscle pain was present, a low throb beneath the surface, but it was surprisingly manageable.
A new, unfamiliar feeling was driving me now: a compulsive need for self-improvement. It wasn't just about survival anymore; it was about building the physique that the fans demanded. The gym wasn't a chore; it was becoming an addiction.
I had settled up with Sasha, paying her the $600 immediately. We'd agreed to shoot the next scene in a week, giving her time to focus on her regular, high-end clientele and giving me the crucial time needed to transform my body.
I opened my System tab to check my professional progress:
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[Name: Druski Hart]
[Age 24]
Level 1]
[Body Count: 1]
[Scenes: 2 (after upload]
[Porn Start 2025]
[Rank: Unranked]
Current Balance $11,400.00
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I was $1,800 richer and had a strong cash cushion. It was time to push for redemption.
I accessed the XXX Global Hub app to check on the first video. The good news was the passive income was growing, tips were now at $451. The bad news was a disaster. The audience feedback was plummeting, and the Like Percentage had dropped to a critical 28%. Two-thirds of my audience actively disliked the content.
I smiled grimly. This new video, the "Nuru massage," was my shot at salvation. I had spent hours editing the raw footage from the three cameras, trimming it down to a cinematic 15-minute highlight reel for the Hub, saving the full cut for my future website.
I needed a catchy thumbnail that screamed quality and performance, so I extracted a high-resolution shot of Sasha gliding on top of me, the oil and lighting perfectly illuminating her body.
Then, I typed in the title, selling the promise of sustained, intense pleasure:
[Hot Masseur Sasha gives me a hot Nuru massage. I cum inside her]
Satisfied, I clicked Publish. The fate of Druski Hart's redemption was now in the hands of the internet. I couldn't afford another flop. I needed to address the two core reasons for the low audience approval: my poor Stamina and my utter lack of market awareness.
I scrolled through the first video's comment section one last time before closing the Hub. "Most of the negative comments are jabbedat my body," I sighed.
The realization hit me. I could fuck like a god of sex, but the comments about my physical appearance wouldn't stop until I changed it. The low 28% Like Rate wasn't just about technique; it was about the lack of physical aesthetic and endurance. I needed to bulk up and define my body for the camera.
I had a full week before the next shoot with Sasha, which meant I didn't need to worry about immediate performance pain. The time was now to focus on pure physical growth.
I was also stressing about this Red Eye guy too, whoever he was. I had a looming, unspecified meeting with him in three days at a location I didn't even know yet. The gym seemed like the perfect place to get that problem off my mind—to channel the fear and anxiety into productive, aggressive effort.
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Two hours later, I was back at the gym. I stopped by the reception to flirt with Maya a little, enjoying the easy ego boost and practicing the easy charisma of my Swagger attribute before the hard work began.
"Someone's been asking about you," Maya said, resting her chin on her hand, her smile inviting.
"Who?" I asked, hardly taking my eyes off the mesmerizing curve of her cleavage, which was doing its own heavy lifting.
"Jess," she replied, amusement in her eyes.
I found Jess waiting for me, already warmed up and looking phenomenal in a compression tank top. The tank top was cut high, revealing the taut, athletic curves of her shoulders and arms, and her abs were visibly etched beneath the fabric. She radiated a controlled power that was incredibly attractive.
"You skipped yesterday, Druski," she stated, crossing her arms, her tone flat but professional. "Hope the flu was worth the penalty fee."
"It was a forty-eight-hour virus from hell," I lied smoothly. "But I'm here now, and I'm paying double attention. What are we hitting today?"
"We are hitting endurance and form," she said, leading me to a pair of squat racks. "We have to build the base before we add size. Today, we're focusing on movements that stabilize the core and build explosive hip power. Think of it as functional strength for... intense physical activity." She gave me a knowing look.
Jess focused the session on compound movements. I powered through three sets of 15 reps of deep, controlled squats. My quads burned almost immediately, but Jess was relentless, correcting my form and pushing me past failure.
Next were weighted lunges—three sets of 12 reps per leg. This was agonizing but felt incredibly important for establishing balance and the rhythmic hip strength required for filming.
Finally, we hit the core circuit: planks, Russian twists, and stability ball passes. This section was crucial for the Stamina attribute, ensuring my core could support sustained, high-intensity movement.
By the end of the 90-minute session, my muscles felt adequately decimated. I was drenched in sweat, but the anxiety about Red Eye had been successfully drowned out by the pain of physical effort. I paid Jess and scheduled my next session for tomorrow.
"You trying to win over an ex who dumped you or something?" She asked, toweling off.
"Huh?"
"I've seen a lot of guys like you come here," she explained. "They bulk up so they can flex on their exes."
"Ugh, no... not at all. I mean, I did get dumped, but that's not the reason at all," I said.
"Then if it's not that, why do you abuse yourself coming here to the gym? You're pushing harder than anyone I train." she pressed, her professional curiosity piqued.
"Ugh, you see.... I'm an actor," I told her, finally deciding to be honest.
Her eyebrows rose in surprise. "Really? What sort of movies do you act in?"
I hesitated, then took the plunge. "Porn."
There was a flicker of surprise in her eyes. Then another look that was calculating whether I was joking or not. Then a final look that seemed to be judging me, but it quickly settled into neutral curiosity.
I didn't wait for her response. I grabbed my bag and left the gym, feeling the heat of her stare on my back.