How I Became Lotus Raine...the Porn Star (22 page)

ONCE THE CREDITS began to roll, we all sat silently unsure of what to say now that it was all over.

“Cue the porn music.” Reggie broke the silence. I gave her a confused look, not fully getting her statement. “Oh, I don’t know. Scenario one: Two hot girls watching porn when said porn star walks in on them. Scenario two: Two hot girls watching porn when said porn star walks in on them and joins them for the rest of the movie. This whole scenario has bad porno written all over it.”

“That’s one thing I’ve yet to do,” Brent said with the cutest smirk covering his face. “The whole two girls and one guy scenario,” he clarified, looking over at the two of us. “Shocking, I know.”

I glanced over at Reggie who wasn’t even paying attention and without warning I started trailing my hand up her sweat pant covered leg, in a teasing way. She looked at me with a look of desire and I leaned in and she did the same. Our hot breath mingled together between us as we stared at one another only mere inches apart. Our lips so close to touching. For a moment, the idea to take the leap and just go with it crossed my mind. I knew her lips would be soft and taste like raspberries and that thought alone had me damping my own lips with my tongue. I see the look in her eyes that I know was in mine. Wondering what it would be like to be with another woman—to be with your best friend in such an intimate way. But before either one of us could commit and take the plunge, we both exploded into a fit of laughter. I looked back at Brent who had an amused expression and it made me laugh even harder.

“Reggie, I love you and all. And your body is smokin’, but I’m just not sure I can do it.” I patted her shoulder, then looked back at Brent and rubbed my hand up and down his thigh. “Plus, I don’t like sharing.”

“Touché,” he replied, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to him.

“I wouldn’t share him either,” she sighed heavily. A slight ping of sadness worked its way within me knowing that I’m about to be done with him altogether because of how against sharing him I am.

“Before I leave, I need some guy advice.” Reggie directed her attention toward Brent as she stood and stretched.

“I’ll try my best,” he replied, crossing his arms. I love the fact that through all of this he hasn’t moved. He’s been sitting by my side the whole time. Even while we watched him get off on TV.

“Okay. What do you do? Go for someone who is genuinely interested in you or someone who you fully connect with in bed?”

“That’s easy.” He sat up straighter. “You go with the person you have the non-sexual connection with. The one who gets you on all other levels. The sex can come later. If you have that connection that’s so hard to find, you can teach each other the rest.” He looked over, winking at me as he gripped my thigh knowingly.

“Hmm,” Reggie looked off, deep in thought
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“That makes sense. Thanks, Brent.” She turned to walk out of my room as Brent started inching his hand down my leg. She stopped at the doorway, looking back over her shoulder. “You guys behave. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

I laughed, “Too late.”

“I’ll be right back,” Brent assured me as he pulled away, leaving my room right after Reggie.

Ten minutes later he returned, crawling into my bed. I didn’t ask him why he left. It wasn’t really my business. I was just happy he kept his promise and returned quickly.

I scooted further down the bed, and cuddled next to him, laying my head against his chest. “I’d do it for you, if it’s something you wanted to experience,” I admitted.

He trailed his hand up and down my arm in a reassuring way. I think it took him a moment to get what I was leading to. “Not that the idea isn’t appealing because any guy would be lying if they said otherwise. It’s just something I can live without experiencing. Being with you is a new experience for me all on its own. Even the things we do together seem like a first for me all over again because I’m experiencing them in a whole new way. I don’t need the other stuff.”

“I wish you were real,” I yawned as I began to doze off.

I woke up later in an empty bed. I grabbed my phone seeing that it was four in the afternoon. Beside my phone was a note with a small package of my favorite candy. I smiled at Brent’s thoughtfulness until I read his note that simply said:

I need you to shower.

I lifted my arms, sniffing my armpits. I did not stink. Then I flipped the note over.

P.S. You don’t stink. I just need you to shower.-B

It was nice of him to clarify that. I grabbed my towels I had dropped on my floor earlier and headed for the shower. I wasn’t sure where his motivation for me to shower stemmed from, but it was a great idea. I needed the heat of the water splashing over my body to pull my out of my post nap groggy state.

“We have somewhere we have to go tonight,” Brent said as I walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me.

“We as in both of us? Like I have to go?” I walked passed him, knowing his eyes were on my barely covered body. I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

“I have somewhere I have to go,” he corrected and I smiled to myself. “But you guys are going to be my date.”

“You guys?” I pushed open my door knowing he was following me and I didn’t need to turn around. Reggie jumped off my bed and rushed over to me. She was excited. I could tell she was more than thrilled about whatever it was we were going to do. Her excitement made me hesitant. Especially once I saw her caboodles that I knew were filled to the brim with makeup. Before I could even ask or turn around to look at Brent, I saw the five or so dresses that were hanging from my closet door and my stomach instantly dropped. We were going to have to go to one of his porn star get-togethers. I wasn’t pleased, but I smiled and played the part anyways. That’s what I was getting paid to do.

“I hope you don’t mind.” I gripped my towel tight as I turned away from my too-darn-skippy-about-a-porn-party best friend and faced him and his overly concerned looking eyes. And that was all it took for it to make sense. “I didn’t want you to have to go alone,” he said above a whisper. I smiled and nodded before he placed a soft kiss on my cheek and left us girls to get ready.

Reggie grabbed me by my shoulders, giving me a bit of a shake as I turned back to face her. “Man, that guy of yours. Whooo weee,” she let out a bit of a howl. He’s not my guy, but I didn’t correct her. I had liked the way it sounded far too much.

“So, what exactly is going on?” I walked over to my dresser, pulling out a bra and panty set. I slipped the panties on while having the towel still snug against my skin, but I couldn’t do that with the bra. So, I just turned away from my friend as I put it on.

“I’ve seen pussy and tits before, Lucy. It’s not a big deal if I see yours. Plus, I bet we see a lot tonight,” she said the last part where I could barely hear her, making it to where I had to ask her to repeat that one more time—even though my mind fully caught what she said. “You know,” she shrugged, “at this party/event thing we are going to…I’m sure there will be very exposed people. Since being naked and all is first nature for most of them.”

There came in the stereotypical thoughts I had originally had when I was told I was going to be interviewing a porn star. I had no clue what to expect besides what you know of them—which is they like to fuck and get paid for it. I mean, I’m sure they enjoy doing it for free as well, but the getting paid part is what furnishes the lavish lifestyle some of them manage to live. I guess it makes sense though. Why not get paid doing something you love? Especially when you have the potential to make damn good money doing so.

But Brent changed that judgmental stereotype I’d had. I just hoped the party didn’t reinstate it.

I sat on my bed, across from my stunning best friend and told her to do what she does best. “Make me pretty.”

“Bitch, please,” she laughed. “How can I make you pretty when you are gorgeous?” The next hour consisted of her seriously making me pretty. I couldn’t believe how good I looked by just the small amount of makeup she added. The wavy blonde locks of mine only intensified it. But it was the damn dress that really had me believing what people have told me. When I looked into that mirror, I saw it. I was pretty fucking gorgeous—in a totally non-cocky way.

Reggie walked up behind me, hugging me from behind. “I should let you fix me up more often,” I had said and she shook her head.

“No, you shouldn’t hide yourself. And it’s not even that you try to hide yourself, you just don’t allow it to be found.”

“This dress is amazing.” I rubbed my hand down my sides against the black lacey material.

“Well,” Reggie turned around, walking to her jewelry caboodle. Yes, she has a caboodle for everything imaginable. “Well, before I left earlier, Brent stopped me telling me all about tonight. He told me to find you a dress. One that was sexy and showcased all of your amazing assets.” She leveled her eyes at me, “Yes he did tell me which assets it needed to emphasize.” I tried to hide the smile that knowing that made me have, but I couldn’t contain it. “But he also said he didn’t want those assets and the rest showing.”

“Oh, the whole ‘leave it to the imagination’ thing?” I opened my closet door to dig out some heels and came out with a pair of black ones that I thought matched my dress perfectly. Reggie disagreed as she pulled out the most stunning pair of red heels I had ever seen.

“Boss’s orders,” she giggled, handing them over. I blushed at the idea of Brent not only telling her what type of dress to find me, but also color of heels. Boss’s orders were right.

“Wow.” I heard Brent’s breath catch as we made it out of my room. He walked toward us, stopping right in front me. “You look,” he was at a temporary loss of words as he eyed me up and down. “You look breathtaking.”

Reggie cleared her throat from my side and I laughed. Brent looked over at her and said, “You both look amazing. Seriously.”

I linked my arm in Reggie’s and we left. As soon as the door shut behind us, the nerves hit me. I had no idea what to expect. I was scared that I’d be incredibly uncomfortable as I ventured out that night. Then Reggie nudged my side knowing me all too well, and some of the nerves subsided realizing that whatever took place, I had her by my side.

Once we arrived, Brent walked us into the huge house holding the house party, each of us on an arm. He looked happy and extremely confident in the way he strolled in with us—almost like he’s done it before. I had the urge to tug my dress down—feeling exposed even though the only real exposure my dress had was the slit down my thigh. The dress wasn’t overly short, which I was surprised and thankful for. I know that was Reggie’s doing.

The music was thumping and people were dancing. Those who weren’t, were mingling all around having a good time. The women barely wore anything—as expected. I felt like I was at the Bunny Mansion. I damn near expected a man in a robe to strut down the stairs next to us, but the man walking down wasn’t wearing a robe.

“Cruz,” he yelled as he finished the last few steps, downing the champagne from his cup. I smiled bright, playing the role. Brent pulled his arms away from Reggie and I and I temporarily felt lost as I saw him walk up to the older man and shake his hand. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“I don’t think I had a choice,” Brent tossed back with a laugh, but I could hear the sarcasm in it.

“This is your party.” The man emphasized and my eyes shot up as I heard the man’s admission. It’s something I thought Brent would have at least told me—warned me about. I didn’t know we were coming to some ‘Welcome Back’ party. After hearing that, I knew the night wasn’t going to be one I’d enjoy.

Brent turned to me with a look of apology on his face. I smiled brightly, feeling my face starting to hurt from the overuse of my facial muscles. I stepped up a bit and stuck my hand out to the man he’d been talking to.

“Hi. I’m Lucy Rogers. I’m one of Cruz’s dates for the night,” I wink for affect, flirting with the older man.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lucy. I’m Stan.” He directed his attention to my bestie, “And who is this beauty?”

Reggie batted her eyelashes, doing what she does best. “The name’s Reggie. Reggie Watts.”

Women swarmed around Brent, begging for attention with their barely covered breasts. He was nice, which I hated. He conversed and laughed with them, which I hated as well. But what I hated most is when he embraced them in hugs or any form of touching. He was completely “professional” even though his profession called for nakedness and thrusting. I hated being there, having what he does or was about to get back into thrown in my face. Reggie made small talk with a tan-skinned guy who took interest in my beautiful caramel skinned friend. Who wouldn’t take notice in her? Hell, even the man who put this thing together was fully taken by her.

“Cruz.” I heard an intake of breath. “Don’t you just look absolutely incredible? Not that the towel you were in the other day wasn’t as equally sexy.”

Why in the world I thought I could get away with not seeing her at a porn party was beyond my belief. I should’ve prepared myself to run into her.

I tugged on his arm to get his attention. He’d been talking to Stan, hadn’t heard the life like blow up doll walking our way.

“Next time, I dump the body. Capisce?” I said with a slight Italian accent, pinching my thumb and two fingers together as I shook it between us. Confusion creased his forehead as he tried to piece together what I was saying.

“Lola, right?” Roxy stood before us with a tall glass of bubbly.

Brent couldn’t help but let out a small laugh and I knew it was from him finally getting what I’d said. Not the bitch intentionally screwing my name up, yet again.

“Looks like you need a refill.” I snatched her glass and started inching my way away from everyone, unable to take any more of it. It was his career. It was normal for him to be touchy-feely with his co-workers. Oh God. That idea made me vomit in my mouth. I couldn’t help but wonder how many of the women there he’d been with. How many of them had felt what he’s able to do and made him feel as well?

Pushing open the back door, I sat down on a step away from everyone. I needed the air, and distance. I didn’t want anyone getting any outrageous ideas about me and attempt to hit on me or offer me a job. So, I tried to avoid it at all costs. Even if that meant sitting on the outside steps until it ended, I would.