PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans (72 page)

“Jamar, please don’t tell me my plus one fucked someone in the club.”

“Calm down girl, I didn’t.”

“Oh, okay, good, cuz I was about to say.” I cut her off before she could finish.

“I just got my dick sucked behind the club. I had to satisfy my fan while you were almost done greeting yours.”

We both started to laugh as she shook her head. I’m pretty sure she and millions of others got it in at a place, or two that she or they aren’t so proud of it either.

I decided since we were having so much fun laughing and talking about her show that I’d stay the night again, instead of going home and having to sleep in the same bed as that asshole.

Chapter 31
 

“I know you can fight and all, but DeeDee,
that bitch is like Mike Tyson on crack.”

The next few days at Breeze’s house weren’t so bad. I had forgotten how lovely his place was. He had his home rid of anything that had to do with Tanya and as a surprise; pictures of me had taken the places where hers used to hang. The biggest of them being above the fire place and in the master bedroom Portraits standing taller than two men and wider than three people standing with their arms spread out. It was a nice touch even though I wasn’t planning on staying too long.

“What time are you going in today?” Breeze asked as he stepped out of the shower.

“I’m not sure.”

I knew where he was going but wasn’t going to meet him half way.

“Why don’t you ride in with me?”

I knew it, and I knew why he wanted me to go into work with him. He was all about the show, wanting to show them that he had won, again, and the prize was me.

“No, you have to go in way too early, my shoot is at three.”

I tried leaving the bathroom before he made up a reason why I would have to go in earlier than my call time. I still hadn’t called Jamar or DeeDee to tell them that I was now living with Breeze. I was looking forward to seeing them because I thought that telling them in person would allow me to better explain the how, what, and why’s.

“Hey don’t forget I have the New York trip coming up soon. Are you sure you don’t want to come with me?”

There was no way in hell I wanted to go with him. All he was going to do was check out some girl he had been hearing a lot about from a friend. It was going to be a two day trip that I had no problem missing.

“No, I have a lot of things to do around here, I’ll go next time.”

Breeze went on to work without me. Before he left out, he told me that after he got off we were going shopping. He got no arguments from me as far as that was concerned. Once he left, I showered, and took my time getting ready. He had a nice bathroom that was so roomy that I could fit half of my old apartment in it. I looked around for lotion, and other toiletries, under the sink, in the closet, and behind the glass in the bathroom. I didn’t find what I was looking for but I did find a funny looking bottle with liquid in it. I typed in the name that was written on the bottle into my phone and had to fight myself so that I wouldn’t throw up. That motherfucker had a date-rape drug just chillin’ in his bathroom cabinet. As I thought about things, I realized that he had used it on me, Ebony, and god knows who else. Breeze was a dirty low down dirty dude, but I was sure happy to finally have something on him. I knew that one day, I would need it.

*****

Hey bitch, where you been?” DeeDee asked me as soon as I walked into the dressing room. All eyes were on me and although they always were, something seemed different.

“Long story girl, I hope that you and Jamar could hang a little after work?” I asked as I put in my combination for my locker before opening it.

“Girl, please, I’m sure I know at least half of what you gonna tell me. Shit is flying around here as if there’s a tornado near.”

I knew by the way DeeDee spoke that she was aiming her words at not just me. She let the bass heighten the volume in her voice as she looked at the other girls and rolled her eyes.

“You know how it is; bitches like to get reckless with words without knowing a motherfuckin’ thing. By the way, have you seen all of your new pictures?”

I scrunched up my face and shook my head.

“What are you talking about?”

There’s no way she could have known about Breeze replacing all of Tanya’s pictures with mine at the house. She took my hand and led me out of the dressing room. As we walked through the warehouse, my face was everywhere. Life-size, bigger, smaller, retro style, futuristic, you name it, I had a picture in that style and size.

“This is why all them bitches are talking. This is what Breeze had done when he got with Tanya, so now they hating on you, hard. But you know what? I want to know what the fuck is going on myself. Things have been flying around here for days but I don’t believe any of it. I am right for not believing it, right?”

“What did you hear?”

This was my first day back at Fantasy Pictures since Breeze told me that I could go home, yet she had already heard things? I just didn’t get it. I hadn’t spoken to anyone and I don’t think that Breeze told anyone anything.

“You know what I heard, are they true or what?”

I couldn’t even answer her. I was ashamed to tell her that I was now sleeping with the enemy and she knew it.

“You know what, don’t say anything. I’m gonna text Jamar, I think he’s filming. I’m going to tell him that we’re going to my place once we’re all done working, I can’t get over this shit. You got a lot of explaining to do.”

DeeDee walked away with her phone in hand. She looked disgusted and confused, and so was I. I couldn’t even be mad at how she was feeling, Jamar and her needed to be filled in on myself destruction, but as far as the reason, well, I didn’t have one.

*****

I followed DeeDee and Jamar as we headed to her place. I had never been there but as soon as we pulled up to her gated community, it definitely looked like a place Mr. Cappello would call his part-time home. This bitch was living large, just like the bosses concubine should. We all parked around her oval water fountain that sat in front of the house and headed for her front door.

“Damn, girl, why we always hanging out at my place when we could have been chillin’ here? Your place is sick.” I said as she unlocked the door.

“Wait ‘til you see inside. I ain’t fucking for free, you know. I love Bobby now, but when I first met him, I knew that getting with him would get me shit like this,” she said, as she pushed the door open. I walked around her house and took everything in. She had exquisite taste.

“Like father, like son, huh?” I asked, pointing at a huge picture of DeeDee that almost covered a whole wall.

“I guess so,” she said as we shared a laugh. So I’m gonna go get a cold bottle of bubbly and pull out my stash so we can get this inquisition started.”

Jamar and I headed to her cream colored living room as she headed to the kitchen. I tried to get my thoughts together and get ready for the shit they were sure to throw my way. As we waited for her to come back, Jamar leaned in and put his hand on my knee.

“Please tell me that what I’ve been hearing ain’t true?”

I didn’t answer. I figured if I was going to break things down and plead my case, I should only have to do it once.

“Jasmine, I know you heard me.”

Still I didn’t answer, I just smiled.

“Oh, hell no, yah can’t start without me,” DeeDee said as she sat the tray down and handed us Champagne flutes.

“So go ahead and quit your grinning and spread your linens girl, go on and tell us what’s been going on between your sheets.”

“Well, I guess I should start after the lockdown.”

I took a deep breath, and then started to talk. I didn’t stop until almost every detail of the recent happenings in my life was all laid out for them to scrutinize. I told them everything about Breeze and I, decided to drop the Lanell bomb after hearing their thoughts.

“Wait, so it just so happens that your apartment was set on fire after he got you to go to Jamaica with him, AND it happened after he asked you to move in with him?” DeeDee asked, with the “this shit don’t sound right” face.

“What are you trying to say?” I asked before I took a big sip of my drink.

“I ain’t saying shit; I’m asking if my timeline is right.”

I sensed a little attitude in DeeDee’s voice and that caused me to get one of my own.

“Yeah, you heard right, so, and?”

She rolled her neck and stood up as she picked up on the sharpness that was starting to take over my tone. Breeze was a lot of things, but for her to be hinting at him being an arsonist was going too far. I watched her as she smiled and shook her head. I would bet money on her thinking that I was the dumbest bitch she had ever met in that moment. Or maybe she was thinking that I was lucky she considered me a friend. If anyone else had spoken to her that way in her own house, god only knows what would have happened.

“Look Jazzy, you have got to try and put shit together, try and add one plus one. If the math on that equals three or four, well you know things aren’t right, am I right?”

Her question was directed to Jamar who looked as if he had a whole lot to say but was holding back. We both waited to see what side he would take.

“Well…” That’s all he said before picking up his glass.

“Look, I know that Breeze is a little off and all, but what you’re saying, I don’t think---.”

“That’s the fucking problem; you ain’t fucking thinking, Jasmine. I mean, come on. This nigga pops out of nowhere and---.”

DeeDee was now standing and flailing her arms in the air as if she was trying to take flight. My naiveté’ disgusted her and pushed her rage level to high.

 “He didn’t pop out of nowhere, I fucking invited him,” I said as if this fact would make me seem any smarter or make the situation any better. She let out a sinister growl that I’m assuming was laughter and picked up her glass. She took a long swig and flopped down on her couch before crossing her legs.

“What, you think that changes what I’m thinking? That only makes you look worst. So you mean to tell me that after all the bullshit he has put you through, after meeting a dude like Lust and falling for him, making plans to start over and have a better life, you go and pull this shit? How fucking dumb can you be?”

I had passed my boiling point. She didn’t know what the hell she was talking about. She didn’t know about the pain and anguish that I have been holding in since that shit with Lanell went down, and she had the nerve to be coming at me like this? Who in the fuck did she think she was, my drunk ass mother? I jumped off of her expensive couch and didn’t give a shit when half of my drink landed on the seat cushion.

“First of all, I’m not going to be called dumb too many more times before I go off on your ass. Second of all, you should really know what the fuck you’re talking about before you start running your damn mouth. What the fuck you know about Lanell? Do you know that he never showed up on my last trip to Vegas? Do you know---?”

“SO THE FUCK WHAT? He didn’t show up, that don’t mean shit, that don’t mean that you have to jump right back in the damn bed with Breeze. And did you just spill your drink on my custom made couch?”