PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans (14 page)

“It’s almost like I knew you as soon as I saw you. It was like I could smell the pureness of you. You’re as fresh and new as they come.”

“So you must think that I’m inexperienced, huh?”

It was interesting to me that he thought that he knew me so well. I couldn’t decide if he was right or wrong and he knew it.

“I’m not saying all of that, baby, I’m just saying that I don’t think that you are the soulless L.A. chicks that I run into on a daily basis. Don’t take it the wrong way, it’s a good thing.”

I smiled and pulled him in closer. It was amazing that he could bypass my new L.A. makeover and still see the real me without even knowing me.

“I’m taking it for exactly what it is. Now are we just going to stand here and talk or are you going to keep your promise?”

When our mouths met, again his hands came along with them. I could feel him squeezing my ass as his lips left mines and landed on my shoulder. He glided his hands from my ass to my chest, pulling down the upper part of my sleeveless dress and just looked at me.

“What, they’re not pumped up with the usual silicone that you’re used to seeing?”

“They’re perfect. It’s been so long since I’ve seen real ones that I had to take a minute and take it all in,” he said while laughing. After admiring my realness, he cupped them with his hands and ran his thumb over my nipples. I closed my eyes as the spinning in my head came back. It was like I could feel his touch on every part of my body, and it was almost too much to take. I stumbled back and leaned against the sink.

“Maybe we should pick this back up another time.”

“No, no, don’t stop. I just needed to lean on something.”

He walked over to me and picked me up, placing me on top of the sink. He slid between my legs pushing me back, making me rest my back on the mirror. He lowered his head and licked my left nipple before taking it into his mouth. I watched his lip work on my chest as fireworks went off all over my body. I knew that he was licking my nipples but it felt like he was also licking my clit.

“Damn, that shit feels so good. Where have you been all of my life?”

He looked up without an answer and kissed me. His hand slid up my thigh and pulled my thong to the side. When his fingertip hit my clit, I had to scream out with pleasure. I saw the bathroom door open and heard the sound of high heels clicking against the tile, but saw no one. I didn’t care; I just hoped that he wouldn’t stop.

“Goddamn you’re wet. I know that pussy is just right.”

“So what are you waiting for, an invitation?”

I was out of control. I held up my right leg as he held up my left. His hand was magic and I fucked it as if it were a twelve inch dick. I thrust my hips toward him with every stroke and got closer and closer to cumming, and then he stopped.

“Turn around and get on your knees.”

I didn’t ask any questions, I would do whatever he wanted.

“No, don’t get off the sink, just turn around, and get on your knees.”

He helped me carefully adjust myself on the sink and lifted the tight red dress around my waist. I waited for his fingers to enter me again but instead I got something else. SMACK, SMACK, he slapped my ass hard. He spread my cheeks apart and rubbed his fingers back and forth on my clit. The sting from his huge hands tuned to pleasure. SMACK, SMACK, he did it again, this time never taking his other hand off my clit. He repeated this over and over until both pain and pleasure meshed.

“I’m getting close, baby, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”

He stopped slapping my ass and put all of his energy into my pussy. His hands moved faster and so did my hips. My body was on the verge of a volcanic eruption as I held onto the sink for dear life.

“Jazzy, are you okay in there, should I come in?” Breeze asked after knocking on the door. FUCK! He had bad fucking timing. Mr. Chocolate’s hands stopped moving and I turned around and fixed my clothes.

“No, I’ll be right out, I just needed a minute to get myself together,” I said as I stood up and walked to the bathroom door.

“Just wait for me at the table, be there shortly.”

He left the door and I walked over to the sink and grabbed a folded towel.

“They must really know what kind of club they’re running, they know to leave towels out,” I said with a giggle. I was trying to make light of the situation but my heart was racing a mile a minute.

“Jazzy, that’s your name?” he asked with a funny look on his face.

“Yeah, it’s Jazzy, Jasmine, or the new Jezebel. You can use whichever one you like.”

“How do you know that guy, is he your man?” he asked pointing at the door where Breeze was just standing.

“I guess you can call him my boss.”

I waited for the follow up question of “what do you do?”, but it never came. He just walked over to the sink and stood beside me. Our eyes met and he looked like he wanted to say something, but didn’t. He turned around and turned on the water to wash his hands. There was an awkward silence that fell between us that wasn’t there before. I felt uncomfortable as I washed off and dried in between my legs. I stayed silent and waited for him to break the newly formed ice.

“Well, Jasmine, it’s been fun, stay sweet okay?”

“Always,” I answered.

He came over to me and planted a long wet peck on my lips pulling my bottom lip when pulling away. I was mad as hell, I wanted him bad, and Breeze fucked up my shot.

“If only we had more time,” I said as he walked to the door.

“I’m sure we’ll meet again.”

I watched him exit the bathroom with regret. I hoped that he was right, and if that meant coming back to the club by myself to run in to him, then that was just what I was willing to do.

*****

“Are you okay, did you get sick or something, I thought you said that you could hang with the big boys?”

“I wish everyone would stop asking me if I am okay, I just needed some air, that’s all.

“Calm down and who’s everyone?”

“Oh, some girl in the bathroom wanted to know if I was okay. Is this for me?”

I asked changing the subject. I was feeling the heat and not in a good way.

“Drink up; I wanna get out of here. I got one more thing planned for us tonight.”

“Well, here’s to adding more bullshit to a crazy night.” I said as I held up my drink and slammed it back. I could tell by the look on Breeze’s face that I had caught him off guard but I didn’t care. My night was ruined as far as I was concerned and there was no hiding it.

The last drink left a bitter taste in my mouth. It tasted as if a pill had melted in my mouth and my face said it all.

“Here, have a shot of this. That’s why I don’t do Martini’s. They start to taste nasty as hell after a while.”

“Well, I guess I never drunk enough of it before to find out”

The Patron didn’t taste any better but it did take the melted pill taste away.

“Let’s get out of here I’m sick of this scene. I stood up and headed for the door. I took one last look behind me to see if Mr. Chocolate was in sight but I had no such luck.

“So where are we headed?” I asked as the streets began to look more familiar.

“We are headed to the warehouse.”

I stayed quiet, I was feeling more and more out of it, the closer we got to our destination. Once there Breeze had to help me out of the car. My mouth was dry, my heart was racing, and my body was on fire.

“I guess that last shot of Patron really fucked me up, huh?”

“Yeah, all you need is water and a cold shower, you’ll feel better.”

Once inside Breeze took me to the locker room. He took off my clothes and put me under a semi cold shower. I stayed there for fifteen minutes as he soaped me up and rinsed me off. Every drop of water that hit my body sent shockwaves through my body. I stood there thinking that I could feel every drop that hit me and it felt good. Now all I wanted to do was fuck and go to sleep. Breeze took me out of the shower and dried me off. He put lotion on my body and sprayed me with an apple scented body spray.

“We could have just gone back to my place to do all of this.”

“We wouldn’t be able to do this at your place, trust me. Now let’s head downstairs.”

I was able to walk with Breeze’s help. We headed to his office where I sat and waited for him to look through some papers.

“What are we doing here?” I finally asked.

“Tonight is your first real porn scene.” He answered without even skipping a beat.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me. I am way too fucked up to do a scene right now. Plus you shouldn’t just spring some shit like that on me. I am not your property; I am still my own person Breeze.”

“Look you signed a contract so legally, you are mine.”

“I work for you, I do not belong to you, and that’s that. Plus, I don’t think that this is how things are supposed to work.”

“Look, I got a call from my dad while you were in the bathroom. He told me that Lust was back in town and he wants your first scene to be with him. I was going to tell you on our way here but you were so out of it that I wanted to sober you up a little,” Breeze lied.

“I just don’t think that I could do it. The shower helped a little but I’m still fucked up.”

“Come on Jazzy, he won’t be here for too long. I know that this is not the best of circumstances but sometimes things happen like this. I feel bad that this is what had to happen but it will be good for you.”

“You worked so hard on making me this glammed out porn star yet my hair and makeup isn’t done. Plus how will this help me if I look and feel like shit. The scene will probably be horrible.”

“Lust has a huge following. Once you have been in a movie with him, people will start to wonder about who you are. That makes you in hot demand and that’s when the money starts coming in. Plus I already called Kayla, she’s on her way.”

I knew that fighting him on this would get me nowhere so I stopped trying. It seemed as if he had everything already worked out.

“Trust me, Jazzy; this will be good for you. You’re going to love Lust. He always brings—.”

The bell rang cutting him off. He walked over to his desk and looked at the screen of his computer.

“Speak of the devil, that’s him now.”

With the events that occurred that night, I just hoped that this man could at least help me release all of my sexual frustration. Two unfulfilling escapades were enough for one day.

Chapter 6

“Is he better than your girlfriend?”

When I have the pleasure of working with Tyree I truly enjoy it, but I’ll never forget filming our first scene together. You would’ve thought it was my first time instead of his because I was freaking out. I was nervous because I didn’t know how I was going to handle him. I heard he was big, but I didn’t realize he was going to be that well-endowed. Of course a part of me was turned on, but I was scared I’d have to stop completely which would’ve ruined the shoot. Not only that, but I kept thinking what should I do if he flipped out once I started touching him. I looked over at Tyree to see if he was nervous but he was standing there looking calm, and confident. Breeze asked him to step off the set, and told me to have a seat on the black leather couch. He made it clear that he wanted the viewers to know basically what it was, that I was trying to turn out a man that was down on his luck, and needed some cash. He told us to play along his questions.