PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans (6 page)

I didn’t bother asking him anymore details about it since Ebony had already filled me in.

“That sucks. Do you want to try again?”

“Man, at this point I’m willing to do anything. No one wants to hire me, and I’m down to my last two hundred dollars, and I’m sure you know that’s not going to last me long in L.A.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” I mumbled.

“Say what?”

“I said what are you doing here?”

“Man, I needed a drink, and I was hoping to find a girl I could spend the night with. You know how it is.”

I started laughing, but not because it was funny. I was feeling good and tipsy since I had already had a few drinks with the girls before taking those shots.

“Why are you laughing?” he asked.

“No, I’m sorry. I meant what are you doing here in L.A.?”

“Oh, I moved out here about a month ago with a couple of my boys, but things didn’t work out. I didn’t really come here with a plan, but I like it so I’m hoping to find some work so I can stay. I don’t want to go back to Detroit, because it’s nothing but trouble for me there.”

Later I found out that no one wanted to hire him because of his criminal record. He got arrested for possession of marijuana, and for theft. He said everyone he knew back home was either hustling, or involved in some type of gang activity so he knew if he went back he’d fall right back into that drama and end up in jail for breaking his probation.

“I see! Well if you’re serious about making some money we should exchange numbers. The company I work for would definitely pay to take some pictures and videos of you.”

“Is that right?” he asked as if he didn’t believe me.

“Hell yeah!” I replied as I lustfully looked him up and down.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Cuz, you are too sexy, but I’m sure you hear that all the time, huh?”

“Man, go ahead with all that.” he said with a little smirk on his face. I think I even saw him blush a little.

“Seriously though just give me a call, and I’ll make it happen.”

“Okay, put your number in my cell.”

I put one of the drinks down on the window frame as he handed me his cell phone. It was already at the new contact screen, so I entered my number and then saved it as “Krave, a money opportunity,” just in case he forgot who the hell Krave was when he came across the name in his address book. I took one last look at him, smiled, and then started walking back into the bar.

“Krave? That’s your name?”

“One of them.”

“I got you. Well, I’m Tyree.”

I turned back around.

“It’s nice to meet you. I hope you call me.” I started to walk away again. “Oh, damn, your drink. Talking to you made me forget all about it. It’s right there. It’s a rum and coke. I thought I saw you drinking one earlier.”

“I was, but I’m good. This girl told me she had a bad experience, so she’ll never drink anything out here from anyone she doesn’t know ever again. She said you never know what kind of drugs you might take unknowingly. Besides, the way you’ve been watching me all night, and with a name like Krave, I might have to watch out for you,” he said, and then laughed. I knew he was joking, but little did he know I was going to get that ass, literally, so I simply replied.

“I understand.”

I walked back inside, explained to the girls what happened, and then we enjoyed the rest of our night.

A week went by, and I still didn’t hear from Tyree. I figured he found a job, or was stretching out the little bit of money he had left. After filming an interracial scene with this cute, barely 18-year old white boy for one of Fantasy Pictures websites,
Thugs vs. Twinks
, I went to the locker room to wash up and change my clothes. I got all of my stuff together, grabbed my bag, and was about to walk out when I realized I had two new voicemails. The first one was from my dad checking up on me, asking how I was doing. He said if I needed anything to let him know. I called him back later that day and told him I was doing great, but could use a new laptop. Sure enough the following week he shipped it to me. I could’ve brought it myself because I had plenty of money in the bank, but I like making him feel good. I think it makes him feel like he’s being a good Father. I made a mental note to slip the money that he paid for it back in his “hiding spot”, that he thinks I don’t know about when I went back home to visit him for Christmas last year. The other call was from Tyree asking if I could still set that interview up, and if so to call him back. I didn’t waste any time and called him right away. I thought I was about to get his voicemail, but he picked up after the fourth ring.

“Hello!”

“Tyree?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Thanks for calling me back.”

“No problem. I’m glad you finally called. Are you ready to make some money?”

“Man, you have no idea. I’m broke and desperate at this point. Even if your company doesn’t hire me as a model, I’ll take any job that you can get me.”

“Don’t worry if you decide that you really want to do this, and like it then you’ll definitely be a model. There’s even some acting involved. Is that cool?”

“I don’t know how good my acting skills are, but I’ll definitely try my best.”

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine, but I have to warn you so you’re not caught off guard. Some of the modeling and acting involves nudity.”

“Oh, for real?” he sounded a little disappointed, and he didn’t seem as excited as before.

“Yeah, but it’s cool, and trust me it’s a professional environment. Besides it looked like you had a nice body. Don’t tell me you’re insecure, or scared to show areas that you might be lacking in.”

“No never that. I don’t have any problems stripping, but that’s usually only when I’m about to get it in. I know I look good with or without clothes on. I keep my body right so if you ask me I should get paid to look this good, but I’ve never had anyone actually want to pay me to get naked. You see what I’m saying?”

“Look at you sounding all confident, and conceited. I can’t wait to see if you have that same attitude when you’re in front of the camera.”

“Trust me if I’m getting paid for it I will. I have nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I hear that. Well, how about you meet me outside of Shadows tomorrow around noon. I’ll pick you up, and take you to the studio where I work. I’ll introduce you to Breeze, who’s one of the owners, and if you like what you see and hear we’ll go from there. There’s no pressure, so if you’re not feeling it then just say so. If you don’t want to do it I’ll treat you to a nice lunch, and I’ll drop you off where ever you need me to afterwards.”

“All right then, I’ll see you tomorrow at noon.”

I hung up, and I immediately called Breeze on my way home to make sure his offer was still good. I told him about Tyree the following day after I gave Tyree my number. Breeze informed me that if Tyree looked as hot as I described, and if I thought he had what it took to be part of Fantasy Pictures to bring him in for an interview. He said, “If I like his performance, and if he signs with us I’ll give you a referral bonus.”

“Hello!”

“What’s up Breeze?”

“Hello Jamar. How are you?”

“I’m great, and yourself?”

“I’m fine. Is something wrong?”

“No, everything is cool. I was calling you because Tyree finally called me back, and I was hoping you didn’t forget about what we discussed.”

“I didn’t forget, and you know I’m always looking for new talent. This week, I’ll only be able to interview him tomorrow between 1:00 PM and 2:00 PM.”

“Okay, great, that’s perfect because I’m meeting him downtown tomorrow at noon so that will give us enough time to meet you, but Breeze, there’s one thing that I failed to mention,”

I paused because I wasn’t sure how Breeze would respond.

“Go on, I’m waiting.”

“The thing is, I’m not actually sure if he’s gay, or willing to do gay porn. I told him it was a modeling gig, so I hope it’s not a waste of your time.”

“Jamar, how could you? This poor guy won’t know what he’s walking into tomorrow,” he said and then let out a devilish laugh.

“I know Breeze, but he’s perfect. I know he really needs the money so I think he’ll like what you have to offer him. Plus, you don’t understand how bad I want him.”

“Oh, you want him? Here I was thinking you just wanted the referral bonus.”

“You have no idea. I’m going to need your help convincing him though.”

“Trust me I’ll try my hardest, and you know me, I usually get what I want. I’m used to turning straight boys out, especially the broke ones. You haven’t worked on this yet but we have a series called “Straight Ass for Cash”, about half of the men claim to be straight, but the other half are gay but sell the fantasy really well. If your guy works out I’ll definitely need him for the next film.”

“Thanks Breeze, but I need one more favor. I know you have a procedure, and use Domingo to test out all of the men, but I want to be the one who tests drives Tyree.”

“Wow, Jamar, you’ve got it bad for this guy, and I see you’re really starting to enjoy being part of our business. I think my father was right about you when he said you’re going to have a long and successful career. I guess I’ll let you try him out, but I have to go now. I have some business to attend to.”

“Thanks again Breeze. You won’t regret it.”

Chapter 3

“
Welcome to Fantasy Pictures”

I woke up wondering if the day before was all a fulfilling nightmare. I felt like I was alive again. I felt like I had just won a prize and I wanted to share it with everyone. I was awakened from my 19 year slumber and I was ready for the adventure of a life time. All night I dreamt of Breeze and all the things he had done to me. In-between my legs throbbed for more of his sex and I couldn’t wait to get it again. Although my mind was on him that whole day, I tried to go about life as if nothing had ever happened. I picked up my dry cleaning and went to the bank to set up an auto payment for my bills. It wasn’t until the teller told me that I didn’t have enough money in my account to cover all of them that I wondered if Breeze would ever call and give me the job.

“Well how much am I short?” I asked hoping that this month; I would only be short a hundred dollars.

“You’re about three hundred dollars short. Do you have any money in your savings to cover that?”

Now if I would have hauled off and slapped this silly bitch, would I have been wrong? Now, with all of my accounts pulled up on that computer monitor that’s in her face, she knew the answer to that question better than I did.