PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans (65 page)

My mouth was moving faster than my brain and he could hear the confusion in my voice.

“I can’t really talk but it’s not what you’re thinking. You’re still my love, but look, I gotta go. Just know---.”

Now it was my turn to cut him off.

“Will I see you in Vegas?”

“I promised, didn’t I?”

“Well---.”

CLICK, he had hung up. WHAT THE FUCK WAS GOING ON? This was not like him. He was holding things from me, hanging up on me, and not fucking calling.

Shit, I had to go. The time on my phone read 10:00AM and I was set to fly out of L.A. in the next hour. I grabbed my suit case and ran out of my apartment to the waiting car. And although I was in a limo, flew to Vegas on a privet jet, and had a room reserved at a top hotel, I wasn’t happy. And I wasn’t going to be any happier once I got there either. Lanell wasn’t waiting for me at the airport as usual, nor was he at the hotel. I put my bags away and went down to the front desk.

“Has anyone been here asking for me?” I asked the young black girl who was juggling the phones and live customers. She took my name and typed it into the computer.

“No, there are no messages here saying that someone was here for you. But you can check back with us in another hour. Tina went to lunch, maybe she would know.”

She was nice and all but I wasn’t in the mood. I walked away from her fuming. I went back to my room and blew his phone up to no avail.

*****

Later that day I went into the Black Oasis for rehearsal. My mood was still foul and performing was the last thing on my mind.

“Okay, take five,” the choreographer said as I missed another step. I went straight to my dressing room and dialed his number again. This time I got a hello.

“Lanell?”

“Bitch, you know this ain’t no mothafuckin’ Lanell.”

I started to hyperventilate.

“Who in the hell is this?”

“Who do you think this is?”

I could tell that she was smiling as she asked me this and it made my blood boil.

“I don’t have time for your fucking games, put Lanell on the phone,” I demanded.

“Oh, listen to this, you’re asking ME to put MY husband on the phone?” she asked in a sarcastic tone.

“YOU FUCKING RIGHT I AM,” I was staring to yell without even realizing it.

“And who the fuck are you supposed to be?”

“I’m the new bitch; you’re the old bitch so get over it. So now that we have the introductions out of the way, give him the phone,” I said as I tried to get some air in my lungs.

“Well, old must be new again ‘cause he’s here in my house, I’m in my bed.”

CLICK, she hung up. I looked at my phone and threw it against the wall that was outside of my dressing room. I watched it shatter and didn’t give a shit about it either. I picked up the closet thing beside me, which happen to be a vase with fresh flowers in it, and chucked that at the wall too.

“Are you okay?”

Scarlett, my understudy happened to be walking by and ran into the room.

“What’s wrong Jazzy, wait, try and calm down.”

I was crying, screaming, and shaking all at once. My knees buckled and I slid down to the floor with her help. I cried in her arms as I tried to get her to understand, but I kept repeating the same thing over and over.

“Her house, her bed, her house, her bed.”

I looked into her eyes and saw fear. She must have thought that I had lost my mind.

“Whose house, whose bed? What are you talking about?”

“Her, he’s with her, at her house, in her bed.”

Over and over we had the same conversation. After a while she just stopped asking who, why, and what and just consoled me. I never went back out to rehearsal but I did perform the next day. I managed to get a standing ovation even though I felt like a zombie, the walking dead with no heart and soul.

Chapter 28
 

“Guess who Jazz saw in Santa Barbara?”

I was so relieved when Tyree was released from the hospital. I needed a hot shower, and I wanted to spread out and take a nap on my king size bed. Thankfully, Tyree wasn't seriously hurt; he just had a broken arm, a couple of bruised ribs, a mild concussion, and some minor cuts from the shattered glass. I prayed the night before, thanking God for not taking him away from me so soon. For the next couple of days, I catered to Tyree’s every need before and after work. While at Fantasy Pictures I had to not only film the movies I was scheduled for, but I had to fill in for Tyree's shoots as well. I was so worn out that I had to take some Viagra pills Breeze gave me just to keep it up. By the fifth day Mr. Cappello set up a hospital scene so Tyree could still go into work and star in a movie. Tyree was the patient and I was the male nurse seducing him while he was “drugged up on medication”. Tyree just had to lie there and moan while I did all the work, but it still turned out to be a hot movie.

The following weekend Tyree and I were already booked for a club appearance before the accident and we couldn’t cancel, it was the grand opening of a new LGBT club called Perplex. The club had two levels that were divided by triple reinforced glass, so you could see whatever was going on above you, or below you. A lot of people showed up just to see us, most were gay men of all races, with a few lesbians. We mingled and took pictures all night long. The atmosphere was fun and exciting. The DJ played a variety of good music so there was something for everyone to dance to.

I was enjoying the free liquor that the club provided for Tyree and me, a little more than usual, so you could say I was having a blast. However, my night started to go downhill as soon as I saw Karma walk in. Here Tyree was with a cast still on his arm, while Karma didn't even have a cut or a scratch on him. I thought he was still locked up for driving under the influence, and for possession of marijuana. So to see him there pretty much ruined my night. Fantasy Pictures had a table set up for us with photographs to sign, so when I noticed Karma walking toward us I downed which had to be my eighth mixed drink, give or take a few. I stood up and was ready to cuss his ass out.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT?”

“Besides you, sexy?”

Was he serious? Accident or not, how could he even show his face after being so inconsiderate, and dumb for driving as drunk and high as he was? Since I didn't reply to his “flattery” he decided to speak up.

“When Blaze bailed me out of jail the other day I heard about the club opening, so I thought I'd come and show my support for my new Fantasy Pictures family. I brought some photos to sign and everything. I hope you guys don't mind me sitting with you.”

“OF COURSE WE MIND, YOU FUCKING PSYCHO!” Tyree said, as he stood up and approached him.

Once I noticed the hatred in Tyree's eyes, I knew I had to step in. Tyree was still sore and I didn't want him to hurt his healing arm any more than it already was.

“Chill out, I got this, baby.”

I turned around to face Karma, who was pulling photos out of his book bag.

“I think you better leave. You weren't invited and Tyree's still pissed at you for almost killing him.”

“First of all, this is a club and it's open to everyone, so I don't need an invite. Second of all, Tyree wasn't pissed at me when he was fucking the shit outta me in the back of the truck right before the accident,” Karma replied, with one hand on his hip and a big ass smirk on his face.

I quickly turned around to look at Tyree.

“Tyree, what the fuck is he talking about?”

“That nigga is crazy; he's lying, Jamar.”

I turned back around to see how Karma was going to respond.

“Oh, I'm lying, Tyree? Really? You weren't grunting, and moaning while holding me down? You didn't tell me if I didn't let you get it you were going to rape my ass? None of that happened?”

I didn't want to believe Tyree cheated on me again. There was no way he would after he cried, begged for my forgiveness, and swore to me he'd never do it again. Karma had to be making it all up, but the way he said it, along with his body language almost had me convinced he was telling the truth.

“Jamar, look at me,” Tyree turned me around so that I was facing him.

“HE IS CRAZY! Don't believe anything he says. I'm telling you he's trying to break us up, because in his sick little mind he thinks he's going to be with you.”

“FUCK YOU, TYREE. YOU KNOW I'M TELLING THE TRUTH. YOU CHEAT ON HIM EVERY CHANCE YOU GET. YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!”

I couldn't take it anymore, all of my backed up frustration since I caught Ebony and Tyree fucking resurfaced; and I took it out on Karma whether he was telling the truth or not. I pushed him so hard that he fell back and slid on the brand new shiny floor. While all of his photos flew up in the air and landed all over the floor. He jumped up fast and looked around to see if anyone saw what just happened.

“GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE, ALL YOU'RE TRYING TO DO IS CAUSE DRAMA!”

“OKAY, I'll LEAVE, BUT I WASN'T TRYING TO DO ANYTHING BUT SHOW YOU I REALLY LIKE YOU, AND HERE I PAID TO HAVE THESE MADE MYSELF!”

He handed me one of the photos, and then walked away looking sad and hurt. I looked down and it was the cover of our movie that we filmed together. I looked really hard with a gun pointing at him, and he looked innocent and sexy while on his knees looking up at me. He had them photo-shopped so there was a hotter background, and had a lot more color added. I had to admit it was definitely a hot picture. I started to pick them all up since he left them there and I felt bad, but the guys in the club were already taking them for themselves. Tyree and I were quiet the rest of the night. I put on a fake smile each time someone asked to take a picture with me. My high was gone and I just wanted to go home. Finally our time was up, so we picked up our envelopes full of cash from the manager, and got out of there. Tyree was quiet, and played sleep on the ride home, which made me think he was guilty and lied to me about fucking Karma.

“Why are you so quiet?”

“I'm tired it's been a long day.”

“So that was wild, Karma showing up at the club like that, huh?”

“More like weird, stay away from him, he's nothing but trouble.”

“It's funny you're telling me to stay away from him, when you're the one that's hung out with him a few times.”

He didn't say anything else. I started to leave it alone, but I really wanted to know.

“So did you fuck Karma? Be honest, and tell me the truth.”

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? I ALREADY TOLD YOU THE TRUTH AT THE CLUB! I GUESS YOU’RE STARTING TO BELIEVE HIM OVER ME NOW!”

“Why are you yelling? I just asked you a question.”