PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans (37 page)

“My, my, Jezebel, those are some sexy ass shoes,” Mr. Cappello said as he rubbed my back.

“Will you be putting them to use?”

I could tell that he was joking but I wasn’t going to joke back. He was still in fact Breeze’s father.

“Just to walk up on stage and accept my awards.”

“Ahh, come on, Jazzy, you know what they say, anything that’s done in Vegas stays in Vegas. Have some fun baby, it won’t hurt. Plus, I have heard that someone that you know really wants to see you tonight, that’s if he can make it.”

My heart skipped yet another beat. I knew that he was speaking of Lust. Mr. Cappello stood and watched my reaction. I tried not to give him one but the smile that I was fighting spread slowly across my face.

“Look at her, she can’t even keep that big shit eating grin off her face. Puppy love is so cute,” DeeDee mocked as she walked over and pinched my cheeks like grandma would.

“Get the hell off of me, I’m not even thinking about Lust,” I said as I playfully pushed her hand away.

“Yeah, okay, we’ll see about that tonight,” DeeDee answered as we headed for the cash register.

Getting ready for the award show was hectic. Although I was a nervous wreck, the man and woman that were in my room to do my hair and make-up did an excellent job. I looked like a star, and not just a porn start but a Hollywood star. Looking at myself made me wish that I had made it the way I wanted to. I should have been sharing the big screen with the best of them. I was beautiful, talented, and headstrong. My down fall was my lack of patience. As a little girl, my daddy always made sure I wanted for nothing. It didn’t matter if it were a ten dollar toy or a three hundred dollar pair of shoes, if I wanted it, I got it. That was one of the hardest things to get used to once he left. I had to learn to be patient although I’m still not done learning as an adult. I wanted things to happen fast. I wanted them NOW and couldn’t wait a second longer. So when I got to Hollywood, I thought that my star would start to shine as soon as I got there. After months of trying with disappointing results and rising debt, I had to make a move. Fucking on film was never my first choice nor was it my only. I could have worked someone’s desk or counter, but where would that get me? I needed something that was going to put cash in my pocket and my face on a poster. Porn did those things for me. Porn made me a star. So as I stood looking at the girl I no longer knew, I wanted to cry and smile all at once. I was proud of her; she had come a long way. She had done so many things she had only dreamed of. She was known, women wanted to be her, men wanted her, she was desirable from all angles, but at what cost? She was diving deeper and deeper into the seedy world of porn. Her boyfriend has a girlfriend who would spit in her face if she could. Her man belongs to a real bitch, but that real bitch calls Breeze her man nonetheless. She hasn’t talked to her mother in god knows how long and would die if her mom found out what she really did for a living. Her father is gone and loves another child in her place, and the man that could have saved her soul, well…she kicked him out in a fit of rage.

“Yeah, look at you now Jazzy,” I whispered to myself as I got close to the mirror. I made sure to say Jazzy and not Jasmine. She had been gone for some time now and I wasn’t about to go searching for her on my big night.

“My god you are beautiful. It’s crazy how lucky some people are. A lot of people in this world pay a lot of money to a plastic surgeon and still can’t look like you. And look where these looks have taken you. Mr. Cappello told me that this is your big night and that you have a lot of nominations, he seemed really happy about it. He wasn’t shy in letting us know how happy he was that you are working for him, he seems to really like you. Count your lucky stars, Miss Jezebel, you are thee it girl of the moment.”

I looked at the young, clearly gay, cute white guy who had walked over to me and was touching up my hair. He had done a banging job on it by the way. My hair was full and with big blonde curls that draped my shoulders, I looked like a sun-kissed Puerto Rican Barbie

“Can you get that, please Ebony?”

Ebony had her hair and make-up done before mine at my request. I wanted time to really soak in the tub and relax.

“Damn, Jazzy, I ain’t sitting next to your ass tonight, you’re gonna make me look bad,” DeeDee said as she walked over to me and air kissed me.

“You have some nerve to talk looking like someone’s runway model.”

She had on a silver shimmery dress that was cut short…really short. It hugged every inch of her perfect body and she looked good as hell in it.

“Damn, baby, you’re serving that ass on a platter,” DeeDee said to Ebony as she reached around and patted her ass. I watched as Ebony smiled proudly and gave DeeDee a quick peck on the lips.

“Hey now, let’s not start that shit so early tonight, girls, I don’t want to have you two on my mind while at the show,” Mr. Cappello said as he walked into the suite and slide between his two bedroom companions. He wrapped his arms around both of their waists and gave each of them a squeeze on the ass.

“Holy shit, I think that I’ve got the best looking group of ladies at Fantasy Pictures right here in this room. A man could die and go to heaven looking at you three girls.”

Bobby, as DeeDee liked to call him, was full of compliments. The best part about them was that he really meant them.

“I’ll get that,” Mr. Cappello said as the bell rang again. Once the door was open, two men with brief cases hand-cuffed to each wrist came walking in with a white lady in front of them. They followed Mr. Cappello to the bar area before opening what turned out to be treasure cases.

“Okay ladies, here is one of my last surprises for the night. Ebony, you’re up first,”

Mr. Cappello said as our mouths salivated over the sparking jewels. DeeDee and I watched as he clipped on a two caret diamond bracelet on Ebony’s wrist. Followed by a two 2 ½ caret diamond invisible necklace.

“This is a gift, thanking you for choosing Fantasy Pictures, and for…well you know,” Mr. Cappello said while laughing and kissed her lightly on the lips.

“Okay Jazzy, it’s your turn.”

I got up slowly and thankful. I took off the jewelry I had on and walked over to the bar.

“As for you, she will give you everything you deserve.”

The lady that had walked in with the two men stepped up and looked me over. She walked around me and stopped when she was standing eye to eye with me again. She just looked at me, staring, gazing into my eyes. I was about to look away when she finally spoke.

“She has a soft soul, let’s drape them on her, layering will be the key.”

One by one she layered four platinum and diamond thin chains of different lengths around my neck. Then she picked up a pair of three caret stud earrings and put them on for me.

“Your name is Jasmine, right?”

The woman, whose face once seemed ice cold, now seemed warm and welcoming.

“Yes it is, how do you know that?”

She smiled and reached into one of the brief cases. “Because someone asked me to give you this,” she said as she pulled out a ring shaped like a single Jasmine flower. It was covered with white and purple diamonds and looked like it cost a whole hell of a lot of money.

“Oh, my god, Mr. Cappello this is too much, I can’t accept this.”

He laughed and walked over to me.

“That’s another thing I like about you Jazzy, you’re clearly not out to use people, but, this you must accept. I thought that it was a bit much too but I said what the hell, it’s not my money.”

We all laughed at his joke and everyone in the room, including me, went back to admiring the ring.

“Okay, DeeDee come on up here, I know you’re about to burst waiting for your turn.”

DeeDee walked so fast that she stepped on the men that came in with the jewelry. We all laughed and waited to see what massive gift her Bobby had for her.

“Now this isn’t much, but it’s just right for you.”

When Mr. Cappello opened the ring box we all gasped. In it sat a four caret diamond ring.

“What the hell is this, did you finally leave that bitch?” DeeDee asked as she took the ring and slid it on her finger.

“Are you asking me to marry you, Bobby, is this what this is?”

We all waited for the answer, but as I read Mr. Cappello’s face, I knew it was just a placeholder ring. It would be there for her when he was with his wife.

“There you go again jumping to the end without knowing what the beginning is.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist and buttered her up.

“This ring is to let you know that I do want and will marry you, just not now. I love you DeeDee, and she can’t take that from you. This is a promise ring, a sort of engagement ring. You will be my wife DeeDee, just be patient.”

Right then and there I knew where Breeze got his bullshit from, but she fell for it hook, line, and sinker. We walked out of my suite with over five million dollars’ worth of jewelry on. DeeDee and I with a big lump sum of it on our fingers.

*****

I sat there fascinated with everything and everyone that I saw. I laughed at some of the high or drunk men and women who were out of control. I fantasized about the sexy men of all races who I knew were packing in the pants. And I cheered on the actors that I knew deserved the accolades. I was having a pretty good time all the while wondering about Lust. Where was he, and why hadn’t I seen him yet?

“Our next category is best female new cummer. These ladies may be new to the scene but when they cum, they cum just as well as the best of us.”

Okay, now I was really paying attention. My hands clammed up as I held Jamar’s hand. I tried desperately to stop my legs from quivering and held my breath.

“And the winner is…Jezebel, representing Fantasy Pictures.”

Oh, shit did they just say my name? I think they did, did they, yes, they did, that’s me. Mr. Cappello stood up and took my hand. He kissed it and moved to the side so that I could walk to the stage. With every step taken, I prayed that I didn’t fall. I didn’t want that memory to stick when I thought about winning my first award. The cheers got louder the closer as I got to the stage. I felt so loved while up there. Jamar was by far my biggest supporter in that room. His face gave me comfort.

“Wow, I really didn’t see this coming but I’m sure glad “I” did.”

My little joke got plenty of laughter and that helped put me at ease. I went on and did my thank-you’s, leaving Breeze’s name out on purpose, but I did thank his dad.

I exited stage right and handed the stage award to the lady that led me off of the stage. I went back and took my seat with well-wishers along the way.

As the show went on I started to get nervous for Jamar. He didn’t win a couple of the awards that he was nominated for and I knew that it had to hurt. But it didn’t take too long for his name to be mentioned as a winner. He grabbed an award for the film he did with Domingo and I was so happy for him. After we took a quick intermission and gossip quickie, we all took out seats for the rest of the show. I grabbed another award for best female lead but was kind of down once I realized that Lust was a no show. I didn’t want to seem ungrateful for the night I was having so I didn’t let it show. I smiled and laughed at the right time and played the un-fazed game.

“Our next nomination is for the chocolate men and women who turned us on the most. They made us all want to be down with the brown.”

I damn near fell out of my chair with laughter watching Tanya. She and a sexy brother were on stage announcing the nominees and boy was I tickled pink. The irony of her having to announce a category that I was nominated for gave me such pleasure.

“And the winner for hottest ebony duo is…Jezebel and Lust for Lusting for Jazz, of Fantasy Pictures.”

I had closed my eyes as the winner was read and was once again shocked when I heard my name. I got up, pulled down my rising dress, and headed for the stage. I was half way there before I saw him. He was on the other side of the room and heading to the stage. I wanted to stop walking but I knew that I couldn’t. He got to the steps that led to the stage before me and waited. I thought that my legs were about to give out but he took my hand just in time to catch me. My eyes went from his fingertips, up his arm, slid up his chest, and landed on his face. My god that man looked good, he made me wet right then and there. We went up on stage and he never let my hand go. I can’t remember what we said to this day because I let him do most of the talking, and even then, I was zoned out. I watched his lips but didn’t hear anything that came out of them. After he spoke, I said thank you to a few people before we left the stage hand in hand. As soon as we were back stage, he swung me around and wrapped his arms around me tightly. It felt like tears were welling up in my eyes but I held them back.