PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans (5 page)

“BITCH, DON’T MAKE ME ASK YOU AGAIN!”

I hear my friend being threatened and beaten some more. I think, HOW DID I GET HERE?

Chapter 2
 

“Satisfaction Guaranteed”

“Hey, are you okay?” Tyree asked. “We’re waiting for you to start this scene and you’re over here daydreaming, staring into space.”

“Oh, damn, I’m sorry. I was just thinking about some shit. I’m ready.”

“All right then, put your hat on, grab that pizza box, go around the stage, and knock on the door. Hurry up because I’m horny as fuck and can’t wait to get in that ass.”

Tyree “Konceited” Jones is my lover and my business partner. We were filming another movie together called
Satisfaction Guaranteed
. It was one of the latest productions that Fantasy Pictures would be releasing and it was the third movie we had worked on together that week. Tyree filmed a few scenes without me, but only because the director doubled his pay rate per scene. It’s pretty much known in the industry that we are a package deal, so you either hire both of us, or present one of us with an offer that we can’t resist. Once we realized how well our movies were selling, we had to request a pay raise and come up with other ways to make more money. It’s hard for men to make it in this business, especially straight men, so why not take advantage of our stardom. Since each of our movies sold over a million copies, we felt we deserved more than $3,000.00 per scene. Now we’re making anywhere from $6,000.00 to $10,000.00 per scene. We make more as escorts, which I’ll get into more details about later. Also, it’s known that we will only bottom for each other, meaning we will penetrate other men, we will penetrate each other, but we don’t allow anyone to penetrate us. Tyree gets more money when he bottoms because he is considered a gay for pay actor. I know he loves it when I fuck him on and off the set, but it’s just another way for him to make more money. Since we are the most requested men in gay porn, we know what we can and can’t ask for. I have to admit, Tyree’s actually the hottest gay porn star at the moment and I’m a little jealous because I was told I would be. I guess I can only blame myself since, after all, I was the one who introduced Tyree to this world.

I was relaxing and having some drinks at Shadows, one of the only straight bars that I enjoy with my girls, when I first noticed Tyree. He looked lost and out of place. Everyone was dressed nice and casually, looking like they just got off work, except him. He was wearing a black New York Yankees fitted hat, denim blue jeans that were slightly baggy, a black Sean John t-shirt, and some black Air Force Ones. It reminded me of back home when I would attend church. It never failed, every Sunday, everyone would wear their Sunday best except for those one or two individuals that just had to show up wearing street clothes like they came straight from the club the night before. I’ve always found that to be so disrespectful. My friend Christina, a pretty, white, thick, chick that I used to party with saw me staring and put me on blast.

“Ebony, look at Jamar checking out that eye candy over there.”

“WHERE?” Ebony, my roommate at the time, shouted.

“Over in the corner trying to hit on that fat girl,” Christina stated.

Which made me think why do big girls always make it a point to call out someone bigger than themselves? Christina knew she was wrong for saying that being that she was about 10 cheeseburgers away from being called “fat” herself.

“Oh, no, don’t even bother, Jamar, you don’t want him,” Ebony said, like she already knew all about him.

“First of all, Christina, I was just looking since he stood out, and second of all, why not, Ebony?”

“Uh huh.”

I heard Christina mumble under her breath. I should’ve just admitted I was picturing him naked at my place, but I was mad that Christina ruined my visual right as it was getting to the good part, which was the imaginary huge dick I pictured him having.

“You know Natalie, right?” Ebony asked.

“Natalie? Natalie? Umm, refresh my memory,” I replied.

“Natalie! Tameka’s cousin, light skin, long face, long black weave, nice body, real loud, and annoying.”

“Ebony, I still can’t figure out who you’re talking about.”

She sucked her teeth then let out a big “UGH!!” as if she was disappointed, and gave me a look like I was stuck on stupid.

“Come one, Jamar, stop thinking about dick for once, and focus, the girl that’ll fuck anyone who has money, who’s famous, or even if they’re somewhat famous. Hell, you can be an extra on CSI and she’d suck your dick, true story.”

After I realized Ebony knew I was thinking about dick I laughed to myself then remembered who she was talking about.

“OH, HER! I forgot her name, but now I remember who you’re talking about. Anyway what were you going to say about her?” I asked calmly still acting as if I wasn’t interested.

“Natalie found out he was about to be a model for Sean Jean, so she was all over him. One thing led to the bedroom, and he banged her back out.”

“Are you serious? How do you know?” I couldn’t hold back this time and asked with excitement.

“Boo, calm down, she told me the last time I was here to avoid him, just like I’m telling you not to bother with that loser.”

Of course, I was still curious and had to ask her why.

“Come to find out he got fired for being three hours late to his first photo shoot, now he’s broke, can’t seem to find a job, or any other modeling gigs, and he’s about to be homeless. You know Natalie wasn’t having that shit, because she needs a man to spoil her. She kicked him to the curb, but not before he beat that pussy up one last time. According to her, he had the longest and biggest dick she’s ever had in her life. She said she had to take some extra strength Tylenol, and soak in a hot bath afterwards to make her pussy stop hurting.”

“Damn!!! He’s hung like that?” I asked.

I could tell by the smiles on their faces that they knew what I was thinking. They could tell I was fantasizing about him even more now, but what they didn’t know was that I was plotting as well.

“Look at you, Jamar, all excited and shit. Close your mouth, I think he’s straight, hon. Besides, don’t you get enough dick on the regular? Damn, it must be nice to go to work, get some big dick, a big check, and then go the fuck home. Hell, I’d love my job if that was the case.”

“I told you before Ebony, I can hook you up if you’re interested. Shit you too Christina, they have a whole chubby chaser series about to come out that you’ll be perfect for,” I said before I laughed. I couldn’t help myself I had to let Christina see how it felt to be on the receiving end.

“Ha, ha, very funny, Jamar,” Christina replied sarcastically.

“I’m just playing girl.” I said in case she was upset.

“Boy, how would that look if I became a porn star? Didn’t I already tell you my daddy is a pastor? He’d kill me, and then die of embarrassment if he found out,” Ebony said, letting it be known that she wasn’t interested.

“Oh, I’m sorry Ebony, if I misled you. I didn’t mean I could put you in the movies. You gotta be hot like me to be porn star.”

I slowly turned around, and then put my hands up in the air like look at me; look how fine I am.

“I meant, I could get you a job as a fluffer,” I added, before I started laughing.

“What the fuck do I look like sitting around on the set sucking dicks in between takes? You must be crazy. Do I look like a Becky to you? Christina girl, that job has your name I mean lips all over it,” Ebony said as she looked at me and we both busted out laughing.

“WHATEVER! Screw you Ebony. This white girl does not suck dick. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I’ll never do it. I just haven’t met a guy with a dick that looked so good that I’d want to put it in my mouth,” Christina said with a look of disgust on her face as if she was visualizing some of the dicks from her past.

“That’s because you keep messing with those little dick, Jewish boys and haven’t tried being with a brotha yet. You’ll want to suck on that Mr. Goodbar every chance you get. You know what they say once you go black, you’ll never go back,” Ebony said as if she knew from experience.

“I guess you haven’t heard Ebony, now they’re saying once you go black, you’ll go running back,” Christina replied.

We all laughed.

“Okay, okay, you got me. You finally cracked a joke worth laughing at,” Ebony said, still laughing.

“Speaking of the brothas, I’ll be back,” I said, as I headed over to get a better look at this tall, thug wannabe looking dude. I wanted to just walk up to him and introduce myself, but I was too nervous. The closer I got to him I could see how sexy he was. He looked to be in his early 20’s, about 6’1, gorgeous slanted eyes, clear smooth light brown skin, and some big juicy lips. His body looked slim, but toned like he played basketball, or worked out just enough to stay in shape. Of course I tried looking at his bulge but his long t-shirt was covering it up. He didn’t look like someone who was broke, and about to be homeless. I decided to go to the bar first. Luckily, I was cool with the bartender; he knew I was only nineteen at the time, but he still served me alcohol anyway. I ordered two shots of tequila, and two rum and cokes; one for myself, and one for Mr. Sexy since it looked like he was already drinking one. After I took both shots back to back, I had to get myself together since they were so strong. I turned around to head his way, but he was gone. I started looking all around, and spotted the girl he was talking to, but she was freaking some other dude on the small dance floor. I saw Christina and Ebony staring at me while those bitches were laughing, so I knew they were talking about me. I looked around some more, but he was nowhere in sight. I was going to head back over to the girls and tell them I brought each of them a drink, but Ebony was reading my mind, or she could see the disappointment written all over my face. She started pointing at the big window at the front of the bar, so I looked and there he was outside talking on his cell phone. I smiled and mouthed, “thank you!” to her, and damn near ran outside. I didn’t realize how close the window was beside the front door because as I bum rushed through it he was right there.
Oh, shit,
was all I could think. He was finishing his call while looking at me like I was crazy. I took a deep breath, and tried playing it off.

“There you are! I was looking all over for you.”

He looked around in both directions.

“Are you talking to me?” he replied as he pointed at himself.

I was really starting to feel the effects from the shots now, because I wasn’t as nervous.

“Yes, I’m talking to you. I saw you in the bar, and thought you’d be perfect for what I have in mind. I went to the bar to get you a drink, and then you were gone. I thought I’d lost my opportunity to see if you wanted to model for this company I work for. Have you ever thought about modeling?”

“No, not really, but I was supposed to model for the first time a few weeks ago, but stayed out too late partying and fucked up my opportunity.”