PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans (39 page)

“Why’d you sto---oh, shit, Jamar.”

She might’ve been drunk out of her mind but she realized she was caught.

“Oops, I guess the pussy is out of the bag now,” she said then chuckled to herself.

No one was laughing, especially not me. She was lucky I’m not a female because I wanted to charge her, beat the shit out of her, and then choke her ass ’til she passed out, but all I could do was envision it in my head.

“So you think this shit is funny, bitch?” I asked.

She rolled her eyes before replying. “Hey, it is what it is.”

I couldn’t believe she was acting so nonchalant about it. I figured she would’ve cried, or at least apologized.

“Ebony, how could you do this to me? You wanted to come out to L.A. but had nowhere to live so I let you stay at my place, I paid your bills after you got fired, and on top of it helped you get back on your feet. You repay me by fucking my man. That’s some trifling ass shit. You’re supposed to be my best friend, but now I know you’re just fake, and flat out no good.”

“Look, Jamar I don’t know what you want me to say. You think you’re “Krave”, but I have what your man really craves, and that’s PUSSY! So don’t be mad at me because I got that REAL wet-wet. You need to be mad at your man, not me.”

“Oh, trust me, I am and I’ll get to him, but I gotta say when you told me I should be careful who I trust, you should’ve been referring to your damn self.”

Ebony rolled her eyes again as she sucked her teeth. Then, she made sure she looked me dead in the eyes and said, “I was.”

I snapped and couldn’t stop what happened next. I grabbed the first thing I could reach, which was a really nice glass ashtray that still had a half blunt in it, and threw it as hard as I could directly at her face. She screamed as she jumped to the right side of the king sized bed. The ashtray just missed her before hitting the headboard and shattering all over the bed.

“OH, SHIT!” Lust yelled.

I looked for something else, but as I grabbed the lamp Tyree jumped off the bed butt naked and grabbed me. Even after our HIV scare, that asshole didn’t even have the decency to use a condom.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You could’ve killed her. Put the lamp down baby.”

“I don’t give a fuck. That bitch needs her ass beat, and don’t fucking touch me, or call me baby ever again.”

I got out of Tyree’s grip, and I don’t know if the anger inside of me took over or what, but I felt like I wasn’t controlling my body. I was possessed with hate. I swung and hit Tyree in the face as hard I could with my right fist, and then followed it up with a left hook. I hit him one last time right in the center of his face. The force made him step back, and he looked shocked, even more so than us catching him fucking Ebony. He stopped, put his hand up to his mouth and realized he was bleeding. He only paused for a second, before shoving me to the floor with all his might. He started to lean over me to hit me, but Jasmine ran over and grabbed him.

“Hold up Ty—.”

Before she could say anything else Tyree shoved her off of him and into the wall. The force was so strong that all you heard was a loud thump sound. Now Jasmine looked shocked. She didn’t say anything, but I could tell she wanted to fuck Tyree up. I wish she had so we could’ve jumped his sorry ass.

“Whoa! Hold up man. You need to calm down. There’s no need to put your hands on her.” Lust said as he grabbed Tyree and stood in front of him.

“Oh, my God, I’m so sorry Jasmine. I swear I didn’t mean to do that. I just felt someone grab me and my instincts took over.”

I love Jasmine but that hurt, he was more apologetic for pushing her then he was for cheating on me. Jasmine didn’t say anything she just shook her head. I stood up and made sure she was okay. She was fine so I addressed Tyree.

“I can’t believe you fucked Ebony. Why would you do that?”

Tyree didn’t reply. He put his head down.

“Do you want us to go?” Jasmine asked.

“No, you’re here and this is your suite so I want you to hear this,” I replied. “So how long have you been fucking that bitch?” I asked as I stepped toward Tyree.

Jasmine put her hand on my shoulder to try and stop me from hitting him again.

“It’s cool. I’m not going to hit him. I just want him to look at me. Tyree, seriously, how long have you and Ebony been fucking?”

He looked up as if he was frustrated. He face was swollen, and he had a fat bloody lip.

“Man, pretty much since I moved in.”

“Wow, that’s fucked up. This whole time I’ve loved you, and trusted you. Here I am thinking you love me too, but you’re just as fake and trifling as she is.”

“Jamar, it’s not like that.”

“Then, how is it? Flatter me.”

“Look I never meant to lie or hurt you. It honestly just happened one night after we were smoking and drinking.”

“Why couldn’t you think about us, and stop yourself?”

“I missed being with a female. I missed pussy, and here I was living with a nice looking young chick. Not only did she turn me on, but she’d walked around damn near naked whenever you weren’t home. Before I knew it I couldn’t stop fantasizing about her. You fell asleep early one night, she was drunk, I was drunk, and she started dancing. The next thing I know she’s giving me a lap dance, grinding all over my dick, and then well without even saying anything we just fucked.”

“So you’re just going to put this all on me, huh?” Ebony asked.

“Shut the fuck up, bitch. You know what I’m saying is real talk,” Tyree yelled.

She sucked her teeth before saying, “Whatever!”

I looked at her like she was crazy, then I looked back at Tyree. “I can’t stand your ass right now. Why couldn’t you just come to me the next day so we could’ve worked it out?”

“I wanted to, but it would’ve been weird and awkward for everyone.”

“So fucking her all the time behind my back while pretending you’re just friends wasn’t weird and awkward?”

“Jamar, to be honest at first it was, but then it became a thrill and a turn on. You don’t like pussy so you don’t understand the power it had over me. Ebony hadn’t been with a man for a while so fucking her felt so good that I can’t explain it in words. I would go to the studio, have sex with men, and while it was good it wasn’t as satisfying as it was fucking her.”

“Just tell him you want to be with a woman, with me, instead of him, Tyree. Just be honest,” Ebony slurred.

“Bitch, I told you to shut the fuck up,” Tyree said as he charged her and then grabbed her throat.

“What the fuck are you doing, Ty, you’re choking her.” Jasmine yelled.

He must’ve realized what he was doing and let go. Ebony ran into the bathroom, and locked herself inside. Tyree banged on the door telling her she needed to shut her fucking mouth before she got her ass beat. I walked over to him, and turned him around so he could look at me again.

“Is that true? Do you want to be with her for real?”

“No, she’s just drunk man. She’s tripping. She’s crazy. I love what we got going on. I love our life. I love our careers. I love you. I want to be with you. I don’t love her. I just enjoyed fucking her. Honestly, Jamar, I love you.”

I wanted to believe it but after imaging every time I was asleep, or wasn’t home he was with her I couldn’t believe anything he said. I was devastated.

“You know what I love you, too, Tyree; but not today and I don’t know if I will ever again.”

“So what does that mean?” Tyree asked.

“That means that I can’t be with you anymore and both of you need to find a place to live when you two get back to L.A.”

I turned around to head toward my suite to pack up my stuff. My entire trip was ruined, so I just wanted to go home.

“Enjoy the rest of your trip Jasmine, I’m outta here.”

I walked out the suite and got half way down the hall before Jasmine came running toward me.

“Hold up Jamar!”

I stopped then turned around to face her as tears ran down my face. I could no longer hide how much I was hurt. Jasmine looked as if she was about to cry as she hugged me, and said she was sorry that happened to me. I told her it would be okay, even though I felt it wouldn’t be. I just needed to leave Vegas before I snapped again and really hurt somebody.

“Jamar, if you want me to, or need me to, I’ll go pack my stuff right now and fly back home with you.”

“Thanks, Jasmine, that’s nice of you, but I’ll be okay. Don’t let those trifling hoes ruin your experience too.”

We were both quiet as I noticed Lust waiting down the hall. I gave her another hug and whispered, “Besides that sexy ass man behind you is waiting, so like I said before stay and enjoy the rest of your time here.”

She turned around and looked at Lust, and then turned back around with a big smile on her face.

“Okay, Jamar, but as soon as I get back I’m coming to see you.”

I smiled at her and went to my suite to pack up my stuff. Afterwards, I walked out of the Palms not only feeling cheated on, sad, frustrated, angry, but I also felt cheated out of my experience. I had fun, especially winning those awards, but all of that was over shadowed by my best friend fucking my man. I didn’t know who I should be more upset with, Ebony for knowing how much I loved Tyree, or at Tyree for not only cheating on me, but for fucking my best friend who lives under the same roof as we do. I caught a cab to the airport, and the whole way there, the entire flight back to L.A., and the cab ride home from LAX, all I could think about was how many times they’ve fucked in my home, and how stupid I was for not seeing the signs. The more I thought about it the angrier I got. I knew it was going to take some time for me to move on, but before that could happen they would have to move out.   

Chapter 17
 

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Can’t stand yourself, huh?”

As soon as the show was over, it was PARTY TIME! I had won six awards and was the happiest I had been in a while. I was successful, had friends by my side, and a sexy ass man who wanted me just as badly as I wanted him, things couldn’t get any better.

“Come on and go to the bathroom with me, girl, we got shit to talk about,” DeeDee said as she pulled on my arm. She and the rest of the crew looked like they couldn’t wait to get the dirt on Lust. I gave him a kiss on the cheek and left him standing with Mr. Cappello.

“Damn, Jazzy, when did you and Lust get so cozy?” Jamar asked as he waited for the juice.

I ran down the short version of my history with Lust, making sure to keep in the key points. I ended our tale by showing them the ring.