PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans (53 page)

“Your man? Since when?” I asked.

I was confused, because I knew Karma and Blaze were cool, but I had no idea they were dating. As much as Blaze gets around and likes to bottom I didn’t think Karma would be his type of man.

“Oh, Blaze didn’t tell you he let me move in with him? We’re basically dating. Hell, you should know better than anyone else, nobody is going to date a porn star unless they’re in the porn business themselves.”

“No, Blaze definitely didn’t tell me that.”

“Well, I’d rather date you, but I guess Blaze is cool for now. Anyway thanks for dinner, speaking of which I didn’t have the kind of dinner I wanted with you, but technically we still had dinner together. I can always find a way to get what I want.”

“Bye, boy,” I said as I watched him walk out the front door. His weird ass was starting to get on my nerves. I was happy to finally see him go. I walked back over to my cell phone and replied back to P.V., and just like the first one he answered me right back. I pictured some rich pervert sitting at his desk anticipating my responses. I hoped he wasn’t too disappointed, but too my surprise he said and I quote “I’d feel like the luckiest man alive if you spent the day with me.” He made it known that he wanted us to get to know each other, have lunch, have some drinks, do some lines of coke, then go down to his dungeon themed basement so I could dominate him and make him my bitch. He insisted on sending a stretch limo to my house to pick me, and he’d have the cash for me upon arrival. I wasn’t interested in doing lines, so I knew I’d have to bring a blunt or two. I told him to have the limo service call me so I could give them my address, because I didn’t feel comfortable with him knowing where I lived at. Besides pretending like I was raping Karma, I’ve never been rough or dominated anyone so I knew it was going to be a challenge, but for fifty thousand dollars I knew I was going to put my “acting” skills to good use. I had a few days to prepare for what I had in mind.

*****

The next day started out like any other day in the life of a porn star, wake up, work out, shower, then suck and fuck on cue for what seems like hours, but if you’re anything like me you love it. I filmed my scene early in the morning so by the time I was leaving, the afternoon crew was arriving. I saw Jasmine and DeeDee looking over the call sheet. DeeDee looked like she was about to lose it and bust a gut, while Miss Jasmine on the other hand looked like she just read an old friend’s obituary, and was devastated. Before I could say anything DeeDee called me over.

“Oh, my God, Jamar, check this shit out.”

When I read Jasmine and Tanya’s name on the same line I started to die, not because it was funny but because it was shocking. I know Mr. Cappello didn’t cast that shit, so why would Breeze do such a thing, knowing how much they hate each other? I tried to stop laughing but every time DeeDee let out her contagious hearty laugh I’d lose it some more. Jasmine looked at us then stormed off. I started to feel bad for my friend, because I put myself in her shoes, and I’d probably quit before I allowed Breeze to make me work with Ebony.

“Aww, come on, Jazzy, don’t be mad. We couldn’t help it.”

After she confirmed that she wasn’t mad, and was going to go through with the film, I looked at DeeDee with the did-I-just-hear-that face. She confirmed by saying, “Oh, I got to see this shit.”

After a long day I was so ready to leave, but for once I didn’t want to hear the gossip, I wanted to witness it. I followed DeeDee to the set and talked while Jazzy and Tanya were in hair and makeup.

“Do you think she’s really going to go through with this? Jazzy doesn’t even like girl on girl action, let alone with that big bird looking bitch.”

“Hell if I know, but I ain’t gon’ miss it, and I wish someone would tell me to leave the set. I'm a flip out and beat a bitch like Chris Brown up in here.”

“Damnnn, DeeDee, you’re serious. Watch out now.”

“No, you don’t understand Jamar, Tanya’s known to tell everyone who isn’t working on the film to get away from the set like she’s the director or the H.B.I.C. up in here, when we all know Breeze is the head bitch in charge. As soon as she comes out, I’m going to give her the don’t-even-try-it-bitch-cuz-I-ain’t-going-nowhere look.”

“Well fuck it, if you’re not leaving than neither am I.”

“No, you’re good. Jasmine will have our backs if it comes to that.”

Tanya walked out of hair and makeup first as if she owned the place and as she approached the set she stopped, and then started to say something but when she saw DeeDee put her hands on her hips and give her the I-dare-you-to-say-something-bitch face, Tanya just rolled her eyes and walked over to the side of the set to look over the script.
Fifteen minutes
later,
Jasmine
walked out looking fierce. She was wearing sexy, form-fitting lingerie with some hot Christian Louboutin, shiny, black Lady Peep platforms with the signature red bottoms. Tanya looked good, like every other typical female porn star, but she couldn't even be compared to Jasmine. All the crew members instantly stopped what they were doing and were damn near drooling over Jasmine. I'm sure they were wishing and fantasizing they were the guy about to have sex with her because I could see that some of them already had hard dicks in their pants. Jazzy although sexy, looked serious and focused as she walked onto the set without even noticing us or anyone else. DeeDee and I looked on as she got into it with Breeze about the script, you could definitely feel the tension between those two. Breeze was being a dick as usual. Jasmine finally acknowledged us and walked on over. She let it be known that if she didn’t like the way things were going she was walking out and leaving. I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t want to see that happen, but at the same time I was hoping my friend didn’t do anything stupid. I’d hate to see her get fired, or pay a huge fine. As I stood there and watched I couldn’t believe how good Jasmine’s acting skills were. If I didn’t know any better I would’ve thought she was enjoying every minute of her interaction with Tanya, until Tanya rammed the biggest black dildo I have ever seen inside her. Even though Tanya looked like the Devil in disguise I don’t even think Hell could predict she was going to do that. Jasmine screamed so loud that it echoed throughout the warehouse. Everyone charged the set to help her, and I wanted to as well but DeeDee said she was about to kill that bitch so I had to grab her before she charged Tanya.

“Where’s my cell phone? I need to call Bobby, that bitch is trifling and needs her ass beat,” DeeDee stated as she grabbed her cell phone out of her purse.

One of the crew members ran off the set to get the nurse as Breeze was yelling, DeeDee was screaming, Jasmine looked like she was in so much pain but scared to move, and Tanya’s evil ass was acting all innocent like she didn’t do anything wrong. I stood there staring at the dildo stuck inside my friend lost for words, and didn’t know what to do. I knew I wanted to take that dildo and shove it down Tanya’s lying throat, but I knew that wouldn’t look good on my part.

I tried consoling Jasmine as much as I could in the nurse’s office, while I was convinced Tanya did it on purpose. It was on tape for God’s sake, anyone who watched the film could see the hatred in her intentions. I turned away as the doctor removed the dildo, but made sure to stick around with her as long as she needed me. I would’ve stayed there with her all night if she asked me to. DeeDee joined us and made sure Jasmine was okay. She said she was going to get Tanya back for Jasmine the first chance she got. A little while later DeeDee got a call, Mr. Cappello needed to see Jasmine in his office. Now why in the hell would anyone make someone with a torn pussy walk to them, let alone up some stairs? I started to tell DeeDee to call him back and tell him they needed to have the meeting in the nurse’s office, but Jasmine stopped me and insisted that it was fine. Jasmine asked us to watch her purse until she returned. I started to make small talk with DeeDee as she walked away, but DeeDee cut me off.

“Watch Jazzy’s purse. I need to get something out of my locker.”

I waited and wondered what was happening up in the boss’s office. I was hoping he was firing Tanya, but I had a hard time believing that was possible since that was Breeze’s main piece of ass. I started to text Tyree and let him know what was going on when the sirens started going off. Another crew member ran into the nurse’s office yelling.

“Nurse, I think we need you on the set again. DeeDee is fucking them white girls up.”

Damn I can’t leave that girl alone for a second without her getting into it with someone. I ran out behind the nurse but as I saw the crew members pulling the girls apart I realized I forgot Jasmine’s purse and missed the good shit anyway, so I headed back to the nurse’s office to wait for Jasmine. I passed Breeze, Tanya, and Mr. Cappello running toward the warehouse, so I expected to see Jasmine any minute. When she finally came back into the nurse’s office she was walking slower than usual. I could only imagine the pain she was in. I filled her in on what little bit of information I had about DeeDee fighting. I expected DeeDee to storm in and tell us all about it, but what I didn’t expect was Jasmine pulling stakes of money out of her pants.

“Where in the fuck did you get all of that money Jazz? Did you make them pay you for what Tanya did to you?”

She filled me in on what she did, and what she intended to do with the money. I was shocked. I couldn’t believe my friend had the balls to steal from Fantasy Pictures after everything they’ve done for her, and was going to frame Tanya for it. I understand she was mad at Tanya, but I thought she was crazy. This wasn’t the Jasmine I knew. I thought all of those pain pills were forcing her to think irrationally. I paced the room trying to decide if I was going to help my friend, or if I was going to stay out of it. My life was perfect, so I didn’t want to do anything to compromise it.

“Come on, Jamar; if I’m gonna do this, I need to do it now.”

I turned around and saw that Jazzy was still in pain, and that there was no way she was going to be able to do this on her own without getting caught if she didn’t have a look out. FUCK!!!!! She was lucky I loved her. I held the purse full of money, as I waited impatiently outside of the woman’s locker room as she checked to make sure the coast was clear. I was starting to get nervous, and was about to open the door and yell for her when she came back out almost hitting me in the face with the door.

“Quick, give me the purse.”

I handed Jasmine the purse and was relieved I was no longer in possession of the stolen cash. I couldn’t wait for Jasmine to get it over with so we could get away from there but she obviously needed to rest. She needed a minute before heading back in the locker room, but there was no time for that. I knew I needed to take charge if I didn’t want my friend getting caught, fired, or worst arrested. I looked around to make sure no one was looking before reaching for the purse. I asked her for Tanya’s locker number, and the combination.

“Locker 11 and the combo is 06-01-78. Don’t leave the purse; just stick the money on the top shelf. Try not to touch the inside of the locker so that you can wipe off the outside of it when you’re finished.”

The women’s locker room was much bigger and designed differently than the men’s, so I didn’t know where to go. I ran around like a chicken with his head cut off. I didn’t know which way to run. I was panicking and sweating so badly that I actually ran passed Tanya’s locker twice. Once I realized it, I felt like a dumb ass, so I turned around and ran back until I found it. I slowly turned the lock, making sure to get every number right on the first try since I wasted too much time already. Damn, that bitch was messy; it looked like she just threw everything in her locker. I put the money on the top shelf and then covered it up with a couple of the shirts that were on the bottom of her locker. I wanted to make sure if she needed anything out of her locker, she didn’t see the money and remove it before anyone else noticed it. I slammed her locker shut, wiped it down, and then ran out of there like a bat out of hell. Thankfully, no one was around when I finally made it back out. Jasmine smiled at me as I quickly wrapped my hands around her waist and got her away from there. I didn’t want anyone telling Mr. Cappello they saw us hanging around the locker room if anything went down. She looked over at me and even though she was still in pain, she gave me the biggest smile, so I leaned in and kissed her forehead before confirming that it was done.

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