Fire and Desire (BWWM Romance) (6 page)

Emily couldn’t help but smile at Kenny using her words. He was a great friend.

After they said their goodbyes, she was still trying to figure him out. He needed a woman in his life. Kenny was a great guy and deserved happiness instead of always being at her beck and call.

She was one to talk. Outside of a few friends, her love life wasn’t anything to write about. “An online Madam.” The words still stung. It was what her last so-called boyfriend called her. It wanted to hear nothing of how she didn’t do any online work nor did her girls have sex with the men.

Her heart hurt at the hate in his eyes. “It’s lonely at the top.” She was now learning the true meaning of the saying. Pulling in her garage, she decided to clear her mind with a nice bath.

Inside, she poked her head in the security room. “Hey, Ryan, how’re the girls?”

“Freaky.”

“That’s what I like to hear.” She laughed.

“There’s a blonde coming to the door.”

Emily stepped farther in the room to see. She clasped her hands and smiled.

“I can get it,” she said, already out the room and on her way downstairs. She snatched open the door. “Janet? Girl! What are you doing here?” she screamed, hugging her friend. “I thought you were on your way to glamour and glitz with your first acting role?”

“I was, man, I don’t even know where to begin.” Janet broke off the hug, came inside, and flopped down on the couch.

Emily tilted her head and eyed her best friend. Janet looked like the typical surfer girl with the natural blond hair and blue eyes, but was anything but.

Kicking off her shoes, Janet leaned back on the arm of the couch like she was in a therapist office. “I showed up for the first day on the set, ready and willing to dive completely into my character. I studied my few lines the night before and knew that the deranged killer was supposed to make me his next victim as I was having sex with my boyfriend in the back of his truck in an isolated park.”

“What type of D rate movie was this?” Emily laughed.

Janet held up her hand to silence her. “Things got really strange when my co-star showed up in a robe, dropped it to the floor, and slid next to me in the truck while asking if his dick was big enough. If that wasn’t bad enough, the director was trying to coax me into different sexual positions like I was just going to have sex right there on the spot! When I kept refusing, the co-star got pissed off. He said, ‘Andres I know you wanted to make an amateur porn film, but did you have to get a damn virgin?’”

Emily’s jaw dropped.

“At the mention of porn, I put my clothes back on with lightning speed and got the hell out of there. I was so mad I went back to my apartment, packed up my belongings, and here I am. It took two and a half days.”

“Wow! That is crazy!” Emily shook her head in disbelief. “I think you need a drink.” She proceeded to the kitchen where she pulled out her blender and whipped up a batch of Pink Panties, a mix drink she learned in college. Rum, pink lemonade, and whip cream.

“So you were about to be a porn star?” Emily smiled, handing Janet a glass.

“What the hell ever, smarty? I can make more money working for you. Can you believe those bastards were only paying five hundred dollars to film me having sex?” Her blue eyes were serious.

“The sad part is I bet they actually get a lot of people to do it; otherwise, I don’t think that guy would have ever approached you.”

“They tried to act like it wasn’t even porn and was normal as taking a crap. If that’s what the glamorous life is about, then they can keep it.” Janet held out her cup for a refill.

Filling her cup back up, Emily replied, “You know you will always be a glamour girl to me. I told you before, you’re my girl, and the offer’s still available for you to have a piece of The Playhouse.”

“I know, but that’s your baby. I need to find my own way, and now I know being an actress isn’t it. I think I’m going to finish up school. When can I be put on the schedule, boss?” She gave Emily the sad puppy dog eyes.

“I’m your girl, not your boss. I’ll put you on, but what you make, you get. You won’t be hurting me any.” Emily took a sip off her drink, careful not to swallow too much to get a brain freeze. “Besides, school isn’t cheap.”

Janet perked back up. “You got that right. I want to see my competition.”

Emily took her up to the office where Ryan was already posted up, watching the monitors. “Anything interesting?” she asked.

“Just the stuff your freaky clients say.” He laughed. “The guy with Cream wants her to dress like a man, and Bree’s client wants her to read nasty letters to him describing how he was a bad boy in class and needs to be spanked.”

“That’s mild compared to some of the things I’ve seen, but I’ll let you experience that for yourself. By the way, this is my best friend, Janet. She just got in from LA.”

“Hello. Wow, LA…must be really nice.” Ryan made goo goo eyes at Janet.

“Isn’t it time for shift change?” Emily added.

He nodded.

“Go ahead and relax downstairs. There’s enough for another drink in the blender.” She had to save him from making a fool of himself.

They watched him walk out.

“Sexy!” Janet said.

“Don’t you find any white guys attractive?” Emily joked.

“Don’t you?”

Actually yes.
“Point taken. I’ve never been with a white guy so you, my white sister from another mother, are free to date or screw whomever you like.” Emily laughed, then scanned the monitors. Divine, White Chocolate, OhSoSexy, and Tasty were all in private shows by the time Janet and Emily were comfortably seated in the black leather office chairs. Divine looked like she was entertaining her TV screen more than her paying client while Tasty was doing her favorite, dominatrix.

“You come when your mistress tells you to come!” Divine yelled.

Emily pushed the mute button on her room.

White Chocolate was working out on her newly installed stripper pole, so Emily decided to go with OhSoSexy. The entertainer was already down to nothing but her white thigh high stocking and clear stilettos. Emily clicked on the administrator voyeur view and turned up the volume.

“You want me to ride you like a good cowgirl, baby?” OhSoSexy purred at her computer.

Yes, ride this dick, baby
!
9hard4u typed back
.
Moan for m
e
,
he quickly added.

The client clicked the cam-to-cam function, allowing Emily and Janet to see him as well as the girl.

OhSoSexy reached out of the camera range and reappeared with a dildo with a suction cup attached to the end. She placed it on the floor and rode it like a champ. The dildo slid in and out of her with ease as she did squats on it.

“Mmm, ooh, aah, this feels so good, baby! You feel so good inside of me,” she said in gasps.

Take it, baby, take all of me!
9hard4u responded, stroking his throbbing manhood faster and faster.

“Give it to me, daddy!” she screamed.

Thank you, baby,
he typed and disconnected from the show.

“What the heck was that?” Janet said in between her laughter. “I mean he just cut her off.”

“Girl, please,” Emily said, rolling her eyes. “He came. That happens all the time. They get what they want and end the show. She was lucky to get thanks. Sometimes they simply disconnect or run out of money before they get a chance to finish. She did great keeping him online for twenty minutes with four other men sneaking a peak at the same time. She made fifty dollars off the man who bought the private show and another hundred from the ones who voyeured in. Men like the voyeur option because it’s cheaper. The girls like it ‘cause they getting extra money off it. Of course, my business percentage will be deducted, but, hey, she’s in the privacy of her own home. She didn’t have to touch anyone or get her ass grabbed. And believe me, OhSoSexy pulling out that dildo was all her idea. That girl is wild.”

“Don’t even remind me about guys grabbing or even touching me.” Janet kicked back in her chair. “I used to be so scared one of the men would get their cum on my body the way they were allowed to be butt ass naked at the Banana Split. I mean, some of them would be whacking off, trying to aim at me as I played with myself, or danced over them. Not to mention some refused to shower, and we know how bad that rotten cock smell was. Ewww!”

“I know.” Emily held back a gag at the memory. “That was one of the main reasons I worked so hard to get the hell out of there and have my own business.”

“Why couldn’t we hear the guy?”

“One-way microphones. Do you really want to hear what they have to say?”

Janet cut her eyes at her friend.

“I thought not. If you think that session was a trip, let me show you Free Chat. Girl, the broke men are always trying their best to see skin for free!” Emily clicked off the ended show.

She scanned her monitors to see who popped up in the top ten positions for the evening. Spice was number two, right behind Asia—who was down the hall from them—and the other new girl Amber was holding down the number three slot. The rest of the top ten had her usual girls. Some of whom Emily had noticed have gotten a little lazy, even in their private shows.

“You see how the men chat in different colors?” Emily clicked in Amber’s room. “The men buy credits, and how much is in their account dictate the different colors. Purple is over one hundred, blue means they have fifty or more, yellow is twenty-five and up, green is twenty-four down to a dollar. And believe me, they will hold onto that dollar just to show up in green. Last but not least is black font. Those are the men without credits, and the main ones that demand the girls show something.” Emily pointed at the monitor to the black font.

“I see.” Janet nodded.

Show ass, baby,
Balling4life typed,
do it with your thong off.

“In Private Chat,”
Amber said.

Show pussy, and I’ll go private, promise
.

“Baby, that would be a little more believable if you at least had some credits. Now go get some or relax and enjoy the show,”
she responded as she moved away from the keyboard and began dancing to a song by Pink.

“Smart girl,” Janet said.

“They know not to believe the empty promises the men gave about going nude in Free Chat. I’ve told them several times if someone wanted to go private, they would. None of the
quid pro quo
crap ever worked. The girl would show her tits or ass for free, not get a show, and end up suspended from working a few days. It wasn’t worth the risk.” Emily didn’t take her eyes off the monitors.

Pink’s raspy voice belted out as Amber bounced her ass to the beat. She hadn’t mastered the moves that Spice had from working at the strip club, but with practice, she would soon give her a run for her money.

Yes, baby, get me hard!
another black font member typed.

I love your ass,
Balling4life added with a smiley face pumping its heart next to it.

Do you do anal?
the other member jumped back in.

“Incoming private show,”
the computer voice said.

Amber stopped dancing and turned back around to the camera with a huge smile on her face for her paying customer.

Janet covered her mouth. “Man, that’s going to take some getting used to. I’m used to getting paid before I hear all that.”

“It is a bit different, but you have control of the room. Most girls do very little of what the black font people say and encourage them to get credits. Once the girls tell them that, the broke men normally back off. You also have the power to kick out the people who get on your nerves or irritate the other customers in your room. They can come back, but they have a whole new attitude and tend to even support you when other guys get out of hand and ask for free stuff. If they get too bad, the girls can put in a request for a permanent block.”

“I also noticed she didn’t wait very long to get picked up for a show any way. I did see some guys were nice even though they were broke. They seemed happy just to see her beauty.” Janet pointed at another screen. “What’s that?”

“Oh, yeah, you can also clear the room by going to Nude Chat. Customers have to pay just to go in there with you because you can get as freaky as you want. No black font can get in.” She clicked on one of the rooms.

***

Antonio nodded at Ryan as he stepped through the opened the door. He could’ve used the key Emily had given him but would rather Ryan did his job.

“Whose mustang is that?” he asked.

“Her friend from out of town.”

“Male or female?” He tried to make himself sound casual and only inquiring for business reasons.

“Female and she’s hot.”

“I’m starting to think that’s all she surrounds herself with, but in her line of work, I guess it’s all about looks.”

“And I’m enjoying the view. I can’t thank you enough for putting me on this one, man.” He held up his cup and took a sip.

Antonio frowned. “What’s with the drink?”