PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans (35 page)

Chapter 15
 

VEGAS, HERE I COME!

Things were going okay in the passing weeks. Vegas was only a day away and my career was looking up. Jamar had put me on to the club game and I was bringing in big bucks. I was so damn nervous the first time I had to get up on that stage by myself, but I sucked it up and put on my game face. There was a big turn out and the fans put me at ease. Once I heard them cheering me on and saw the excitement on the men’s faces, everything fell into place. I even got turned on as the men were damn near drooling and lusting over me. It was like a power trip and I wanted more. I had gained the 10 pounds I had lost plus 5 extra, boy was that work. I ate everything in sight and loved my new plump ass and hips. I looked like the real Boricua I truly was. Everything was going good at work. I had filmed three movies in the past week. The names were,
Jezebel’s Jubilee
, which was about a couple who decided to swap partners on their honeymoon.
Jungle Jezebel
, in which I had to dress up like Jane from Tarzan. I did one scene in
Mile High,
where everyone got down on a realistic jet that was built in the warehouse, but I just had a “head” scene, which was okay with me.

Ebony had become a permanent fixture around the warehouse and was there even when she didn’t have a scene to do. She was soaking in as much as she could in hopes that she would become a top biller like the rest of us in our clique.

“Why are you leaving so early?” Ebony asked as I gathered my duffle bag and headed out of the dressing room.

“Girl, please, my job is done for the day, and I can’t stand being around these hatful bitches for too long, it may rub off,” I said with a smile. She was a sweet girl and I was trying hard to like her. But there was something in her that was putting me off. I watched her dealings with DeeDee and it seemed to me like Ebony wasn’t putting as much into their friendships as DeeDee was. Watching Ebony flirt with Mr. Cappello was disgusting. I had heard that she was sharing a bed with not only DeeDee but with the head man in charge. That she was hardly sleeping at home and spent most of her time with them. It wouldn’t have been a problem if she did it in front of DeeDee but she was always dropping game on him when DeeDee was gone.

“Anyways, I have to really start packing for Vegas. Did you find out if the company was sending you?”

She stood up and got close to me so that the other women in the locker room wouldn’t hear.

“I have been meaning to talk to you about that. Since I am so new and my first film won’t be out until next week, Breeze said that I have no reason to go. I’m gonna try and work my way in with DeeDee and Mr. Cappello, but I know I won’t want to room with them. Do you think that if I fly in I’ll be able to share a room with you, is that offer still on the table?”

I wanted to really have time to think about it. Like I said before, she was cool and all but I didn’t want to get too close. I know that she was considered to be Jamar’s good friend and roommate, but I just wasn’t too sure about her.

“Let me find out about Breeze and I’ll let you know.”

I got out of there before she asked me anything else. I headed up to the office to say goodbye to Breeze and collect my check. Once again I was stopped by the yelling in Breeze’s office and a glass crashing against the wall.

“WHAT IN THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU BOY. DIDN’T I TELL YOU THAT WE WEREN’T GONNA USE THAT SHIT ANYMORE. WHY CAN’T YOU FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS?”

“YOU ARE SUCH A HYPOCRITE DAD. YOU ARE THE ONE THAT TOLD ME ABOUT MIXING THAT SHIT INTO PEOPLE’S DRINKS. NOW YOU WANNA GET ALL HIGH AND MIGHTY, PLEASE.”

I heard Mr. Cappello take in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“You are making my life so fucking hard, Breeze. All I need you to do is listen when I fucking talk. NO MORE USING THAT SHIT ON POTENTIAL ACTORS. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?

“I can’t wait to get the fuck out of here. I am so tired of being your damn punching bag. Maybe while I’m in Vegas you’ll see how much work I really put in around here.”

“You’re not going and that’s final.”

“WHAT, I’m supposed to be flying in with Tanya, and what about Jazzy, I told her that I would be there for her?”

“I’m going, and Tanya can fly there on her own dime. I don’t want her in my private jet that I paid for. As for Jazzy, she can fly with DeeDee, and I.”

“This is going to be her first year there and I was going to show her the ropes. I have to be there for her dad.”

“Oh, give me a fucking break. You did everything you could to make sure she didn’t get nominated for any awards. You even tried to blackball her nomination for her movie with Lust. How fucking dumb can you be? Those nominations and wins are what separate the stars from the ordinary and there you were trying to roadblock her. I thought you said you cared for her son? It’s a good thing I’ve been good to the people in this industry. Someone was nice enough to call me and tell me that someone had it out for one of my top earners. How do you think I felt when I found out it was my own son?”

“Dad, it’s not about the business…that was personal.”

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK. WHEN IT COMES TO MY STARLETS IT’S ALWAYS BUSINESS. SEPARATE YOUR DICK FROM YOUR POCKETS, SON. IF YOU CAN’T DO THAT THEN THIS IS NOT THE JOB FOR YOU.”

Breeze said nothing. I was fuming behind the door and my heart skipped a beat when I heard Lust’s name, but I decided not to show it. I knocked on the office door and asked for my check. Breeze handed it to me and I left the office and half way ran to my car. I sat there without starting it and just thought about things. Everything in me was telling me that I was one of Breeze’s drugging victims the night I filmed with Lust. I remember feeling out of it and woke up with an unusual hangover. I sat there wondering who the fuck it was that I was sleeping with. What kind of crazy sick monster was he? Being a little bratty bitch with a big ego was a far cry from a psychotic person who went around drugging people. I knew that I was already playing his crazy game he considered life, but I didn’t want to end up being a dispensable pawn when he found no more reason for me to stay around. He was so controlling that he would rather I not win anything just to keep me in the palm of his hand. Damn, every time I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, he was right there to fuck it up.

*****

That night I went home and refused to pick up Breeze’s phone calls. I knew that this would drive him crazy, forcing him to drive over to my house, and that’s exactly what I wanted. I wanted to see what he would come up with when he had to tell me why he wasn’t going to Vegas with me. I wanted to see his face when he would have to lie and tell me his dad’s reasoning behind his choice in going instead of sending him. I wanted to know if he would hesitate or flinch when he was going to blatantly lie in my face. And like clockwork, as I packed my suitcase, my doorbell rang. I greeted him as if nothing was heard or wrong.

“Where were you, baby, I must have called 10 times,” Breeze asked as I kissed him hello.

“Really, my phone must still be on silent,” I lied as I walked over to my phone and pretended to put the ringer back on.

“So, are you all packed, I’m just about done?”

I was on my way back to my bedroom and he was behind me. I made sure to turn around and looked directly in his eyes when I asked my question. He stuck his hands in his pockets and jingled his keys. I said nothing as we stood in the doorway to my bedroom.

“Well, that’s what I was calling you about. I was talking to my dad earlier and I got some bad news. He told me that since he was going to Vegas with DeeDee, I would have to stay back.”

“But, why? I thought you told me that you wouldn’t let me go alone?”

He put his arms around my waist and didn’t flinch one bit as he lied.

“You know that I am the second in command. There’s a lot that has to be done. Films, photo shoots, and interviews. We both can’t be gone. Trust me, I tried to fight him on this but he wasn’t gonna let DeeDee go to Sin City on her own.”

“I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS SHIT,” I yelled as I stormed to the room. I was about to put on an Oscar winning performance and he would be none the wise.

“What am I going to do without you there? I need you; you’re supposed to be my rock. I can’t do this alone, wait, maybe I can call your dad and change his mind. He seems to like me enough. If this is just about work then maybe he can get Rickie to fill in, he is the manager right?”

I held up my phone and started to look for his father’s number. He panicked and grabbed the phone out of my hand.

“There’s no fucking use Jasmine, I’m not going. I have to run a business and sometimes you have to stay back and fucking work. Don’t you get that?”

Noticing the look on my face, he tried a softer approach. I was ready to make myself cry if that’s what I had to do. I wanted to see how far he was going to take this bullshit.

“Look, baby, there’s nothing more that I could do. I would give heaven on earth to be there for you but…but I can’t.”

I let the tears roll from my eyes and wet my cheeks. I sat on the bed and looked like my world had just come crashing down.

“Well, I won’t go. It’s not like I’m nominated for anything so fuck it, I’ll stay here with you.”

I could tell that he was getting annoyed because I was putting up such a fight, but I really didn’t give a shit.

“You gotta go; I found out today that you are nominated with the boys for Baby, Bi the Way. Plus you’re gonna be flying out in style. You have to go and represent for me Jazzy, show them what hot bitches from Fantasy Pictures are supposed to look like.”

He thought he was so slick throwing in a compliment. But I was done with our conversation. He was full of the foulest smelling shit on this green earth and that’s all I needed to know. He sat down beside me and kissed me softly. He pushed me back and tried to slip his hands in my undies.

“Sorry, baby, it’s that time of the month. That’s why I only did a blow job today.”

I pushed him off of me and went into the bathroom. I smiled to myself and wanted to laugh. I had just used the oldest excuse in the book and it wasn’t even true. I wasn’t bleeding but I sure as hell didn’t want him in it. I called Ebony and told her that Breeze wouldn’t be joining me. She damn near jumped for joy when I told her that she could room with me.

*****

VEGAS, HERE I COME! Mr. Cappello sent a limo to pick me up from my apartment the next afternoon around 1:30p.m., and hour later I was pulling up to LAX. Now usually, I go in the same way as everyone else, but that day we took a totally different route. Once I was checked in and passed security, I sat down and waited for DeeDee and Mr. Cappello. About 20 minutes later DeeDee was the first to appear followed by Ebony. I never really took the time to really look at her, but that day she looked like a star. She looked stunning in her leather jacket and tight blue jeans. Her thigh high boots seemed to go forever around her long legs. Everything about her was perfectly styled and she definitely looked the part of a billionaire’s mistress. Ebony looked good too, just not as pricey.

“Hey, girl, you ready to party?” DeeDee asked as she took a seat beside me.

“Hell yes, and you won’t believe what I found out yesterday. Do you know that Breeze did everything he could not to get me nominated for any awards this year?” I watched for her reaction but didn’t get the one that I thought I would.

“Girl, I found out last night. Bobby came over and was so heated over that shit. I keep telling him to get rid of Breeze’s no good ass but you know how that goes. His wife would have a fit if he fired her baby boy.”