PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans (58 page)

I forgot he met me before at one of my club appearances. I’ve met so many men these past two years that I didn’t remember meeting Mr. Visage at all, which is strange because I don’t how I could have forgotten him.

“Can you refresh my memory, which club did you meet me at again?”

“Did I say club? I’m sorry about that, I actually met you at the Adult Expo in Las Vegas a few months ago, but you probably don’t recognize me. I didn’t look like this that day. I have some friends in the business that can make me look like anyone I want to, so I’m not recognized.”

“The business?” What the hell was he talking about?

“You’re obviously only into adult movies otherwise you’d know who I am. I’m Patrick Visage; I’m one of the biggest horror movie directors in Hollywood.”

“Hold up wait, you’re thee Patrick Visage?”

He smiled and nodded.

“I’ve definitely heard of you, but I never knew who you were or what you looked like.”

“I see, so you are into my movies?”

“Of course, anyone who loves good scary movies is a fan of your work.”

“Well you’re in for a treat. I just received the final cut of Self-Absorbed, the latest movie I directed. It’s based off the novel written by Mattiola.”

“I’ve never heard of it.”

“Don’t worry you’re gonna love it, so let’s eat. Afterwards, I’ll give you a quick tour of my home, and then you’ll be the first person besides me to see the movie.”

“That sounds good to me.”

On the table there were all kinds of cheese, different types of crackers, sliced up fruit, plenty of fresh deli meat, homemade baked croissants, a couple bottles of wine, and a pitcher of iced water. It definitely wasn’t what I expected, but it looked good and made me hungry.

“I wanted to eat something light so I hope this is okay. If not, just let me know and I’ll have Caleb get you something else.”

Just for the fun of it I started to ask for a steak, a loaded baked potato, and some asparagus just to see if I could get whatever I wanted, and to delay what he ultimately wanted, me. I chose otherwise.

“This will be fine.”

He smiled then looked at Caleb, who was staring at me the whole time.

“Thanks, Caleb, that will be all for now.”

I watched as Caleb walked away, and all though he was dressed up I could still see that he had a nice round ass that I wouldn’t mind tapping. He closed the doors as we connected eyes and smiled at each other.

“Do you like what you see?” Mr. Visage asked.

The smirk on his face let me know he caught me staring at Caleb.

“He’s cute,” I said as I started to make my plate.

“I know that’s why I hired him. After I’m finished with you, if you’re still up for it I’ll let you play with him.”

I started to laugh because I thought he was joking.

“Would you like that Krave?”

“Are you serious?”

“Of course, he does whatever I want. I invite some of my other rich friends over once a month when they can get away from their wives, and Caleb is the party favor, he loves it.”

That was more information than I needed to know, because I was interested and excited before he said that. I figured I’d still make him feel special though.

“I’m only here to see you.”

While we ate we got to know each other. He told me the ins and outs of making a movie, and I told him all about the porn business. I also found out he paid sixty million for his mansion, which made me realize I’m working in the wrong industry. I could only dream about having that much money to spend on a place to live.

*****

“Did you get enough to eat?”

“I did, thank you.”

“Okay, well, let me show you around. That way, in case you become a regular guest, you’ll know where everything is.”

Typical rich person looking to show off what he owned. I didn’t mind at all, because I wanted to be nosey, and see what all he had in that place. His living room looked a little too fancy for me. The furniture looked expensive, but it looked like no one was allowed in there. There was marble and hardwood flooring throughout the entire place. The dining room was just as fancy, crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and the long dining room table could sit eighteen. Although I only used one of his twelve bathrooms, I'm sure all of them were just as nice. My favorite room was his red and black theme room that looked like it should be featured in some kind of style magazine. It had a grand piano, a lighted fire place, some red and black leather lounge chairs, two matching love seats, and a bar with bottles of every kind of alcohol that you could think of; which made me realize I was now ready for a drink. He made me a Vodka and cranberry before pouring himself some more scotch. We walked down the hall so he could show me his library, which put my bookshelves to shame. After that he insisted on showing me his eight bedrooms, including the master bedroom, he said, “In case you ever decide to spend the night over here, Krave, you must know where the guest rooms are.” I could've cared less what his bedrooms looked like, I was just ready to collect my cash and head back to L.A. But, I did like the fact that he was talking as if I would be invited over more than once. We had to go upstairs, which he had two sets of. On the left side there were more beautiful paintings, while on the right side of the steps, the entire wall was a mirror. All of the rooms were nice, but of course the master bedroom was the best. He had what I thought was a connecting bedroom, but it turned out to be his walk-in closet. I couldn't help but notice there were men's clothes on one side, and woman's clothes on the other. My curiosity got the best of me so I asked.

“What's with all of the dresses, heels, and gowns?”

“That's all for you beautiful. Pick out something sexy to wear for me, for later.”

“OH, HELL NO. THAT WAS NOT PART OF OUR DEAL. I AIN'T A BITCH, SO I DON'T CARE HOW MUCH MONEY YOU'RE PAYING ME; I'M NOT WEARING WOMAN'S CLOTHES!”

He let out the hardiest laugh that I had ever heard. He was laughing so hard that he had to hold on to a dresser, and catch his breath before speaking again.

“Calm down and loosen up a little, I was just fucking with you Krave. It was worth it though, because you should’ve seen your face.”

He started to laugh some more, but when he saw that I wasn't laughing he finally answered my question.

“That's my wife's half of the closet.”

I had no idea he was married, and now I was nervous because all these scenarios of her catching us in the act played out in my mind.

“Your wife, is she home?”

“Oh, no, I sent her on vacation with some of her girlfriends on a trip to
Europe
. She won't be back until sometime next month.”

That was a relief, but I still felt bad for her. He must have noticed my expression changed, or somehow knew what I was thinking.

“My wife knows I live an alternate lifestyle, so don't let the fact that I'm married bother you. I don't think it matters how many men I fuck, as long as I continue to spoil her rotten.”

I don't blame her. I could tell this man was worth a fortune, so if I was her I'd put up with his “alternate” lifestyle too.

As we were taking the elevator down to the basement he said he wasn't going to bother showing me his garage because he had 20 cars in there that were way too expensive, and he didn't want to show off, but it was a little too late for that. His wine cellar was fully stocked. He grabbed a bottle, which he said was his favorite, and said that we could enjoy it during the movie. As we headed to his movie theatre we passed his gym, which looked like it didn't get much use which was a damn shame. It looked better than any private gym that I've been too. Once we finally made it to the movie theatre it was really nice. There were 25 red leather recliner chairs that were very comfortable. He pushed a button on a remote control that made the curtains open revealing his huge movie screen. He offered me some popcorn and candy, but I was still full from lunch. He poured each of us a glass a wine before we took a seat in the middle of the theatre. He lit his cigar, so I lit one of my blunts. Finally, he pushed another button on his remote which started the movie.

“That movie was so good, but it was sick and twisted. Every time I thought I knew who the killer was that person was murdered.”

“I had a feeling you'd like it. I'm excited about it, because I know it's going to be a big money maker.”

“I'm sure, so what's next?”

I had a feeling he wanted to get it in, but I thought I'd just ask for the hell of it.

“Now it's time for us to play, and have fun.”

We walked two doors down, and it was the first room that he had to actually unlock, which let me know right away that it was his private room.

“Don't let the next room scare you, or turn you off. It's my fantasy room.”

I didn't know what to think, or say so I just smiled and waited for him to open the door. As soon as I walked in my mouth went from a smile to frozen wide opened. I was shocked; he had me in a dungeon that looked like it was straight out of one of his horror movies. I reached for my cell, because I was scared this old pervert was about to lock me up, or torture me. There were all kinds of cages, handcuffs, whips, sex toys, leather body suits, paddles, chains, and a sling in the middle of the room. Now I was really ready to run the hell out of there. He walked over to this table that had a silver briefcase on it. I waited to see what he was about to do with it. He unlocked the briefcase before slowly opening it revealing a lot of money.

“I'm sure you had to be wondering when you were going to get your fee. Well, here it is. Feel free to count it, but I promise you it's all there.”

“I don't need to count it, I trust you.”

“Okay, well make sure you grab it on our way out, but for now let's get started.”

He must have been real comfortable with himself because he stripped down butter ball naked, and then walked over to the wall and picked out a leather skin tight outfit that had a hood with a zipper over the mouth area, and an open area in the back to reveal his ass. He put it on right there in front of me, and I had to hold back from laughing because he was having a lot of issues pulling it up over his body. He eventually got it on, and was sweating grotesquely. I've never seen anyone in that kind of outfit before let alone a fat, old white man. He went from being a normal looking rich citizen to a freak. After seeing that I can only imagine the things people are doing behind closed doors. He unzipped his mask and talked.

“Don't be shy Krave. Go ahead and take off your clothes, and make sure you take everything off, I want you completely bare. The only think I want on you is one of my black cock rings.”

Ok now I was starting to feel like a piece of meat. You would think I'd be used to it by now, but this was definitely different than filming a movie. I just had to stay focused on my suitcase as I did what I was told.

Once he was in his outfit he looked scary, I didn't know how I was going to get turned on enough to get through our session. He made me help him in the sling, make sure he was locked in to the connecting chains, and then reminded me that he wanted me to be aggressive, dominate him, and degrade him. I needed my other blunt because my high was long gone. While I smoked I made sure he served me orally, and to get hard I closed my eyes and pictured it was Caleb. Each time he gagged on my nine inches I would smack him across his masked face, and then make him beg me for more. It was far from my personality, but I was able to put my acting skills to use. I was half way through the blunt when my cell phone started vibrating, I didn't pay it any mind, because I wanted to give Mr. Visage my full attention. I finished smoking than walked over to his wall of shame, and grabbed the wooden paddle. I started off lightly smacking his ass, but each time I made contact he would scream out “HARDER!” It didn't matter how hard I smacked his now bright red ass, he would continue to moan for more. My arm got tired before he did. I finally switched it up and beat him with the whip all over his body while calling him degrading names. I moved on to the toys, and used everything from different size butt plugs to large dildos in his used and abused hole. He begged me to fist him, and I told him he had a choice, my dick or my fist. That sick fuck chose my fist. I was relieved that I didn't have to penetrate him, but turned off that he wanted my fist up his ass. I had never done that before, so I didn't know what to expect. He told me where the Vaseline, and gloves were, that when on they covered not only my hand but covered my arm all the way up to my elbow. I felt like I was about to impregnate a cow, no pun intended. I only got four of my fingers inside him, before working on my thumb when my BlackBerry would not stop going off. Even though it was in vibrating mode, it was still annoying and distracting. I apologized and told him I had to get that, and afterwards I would turn my phone off. The first few missed calls were from a number I didn't recognize, but the other thirteen missed calls were from DeeDee. I also noticed she sent me a text saying “CALL ME ASAP. 911 911 911”