PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans (78 page)

He was smart, worldly, almost as if he had been everywhere, knew everything about anything. He was funny, had swagger for days. He was sure of himself, but not in an asshole kind of way. And on top of all of that…he was FINE. Tall and ripped, his body looked illegal, not an ounce of fat on him. I wanted to stare at him for hours. I was so tempted to ask him how someone so tall and thin could have such a body. He wasn’t too thin, just not overly built. And it didn’t matter if you were looking at him from the back or front, both sides had something that made me wet. From his curly blonde hair, his small pink lips, his strong jaw line, and down to his chest and stomach, his looks were made for TV. And when he turned around, I just wanted to walk up to him and feel his back. It looked so strong, well defined, like a man’s back should look.

“So what are you doing after we wrap?” he asked as he leaned into me and bumped my arm with his. We were taking another five minute break so that the female stars could have her make-up touched up. All the while, she was yelling about the make-up artists not doing her job right.

“Nothing much, maybe stop for a drink or two.”

“Who are you going with?” he asked while giving me his full attention.

“With myself, why?”

Boy, did I want him to invite himself.

“You mean to tell me that none if these guys wanted to celebrate with you? This is your first time doing a show right?”

He was smiling and I was melting. His blue eyes had me stuck, damn he was fine.

“Sure they did, even a female,” I joke.

He laughed.

“Shane up to her old tricks again, huh?”

I didn’t confirm or deny his question.

“Well that’s bollocks, you can’t party alone.”

“Sure I can,” I said teasingly.

“Don’t be daft. I’m coming with you and that’s it.”

And that was the end of my fight. And although I intended for him to win that one, I let him think otherwise. Plus, it gave me pleasure to watch him leave with more pep in his step. He was feeling like he had just done what the other couldn’t, and that was cute.

*****

I followed Paul Huffington to the ultra-plush, ultra exclusive club Elite. They only let in the rich or famous. You had to know someone or be someone just to get in. I imagined that’s how Studio 54 must have been in the seventies. I followed him into valet parking and got out of my car. He came over to me and took my hand.

“Ever been here? It's super private and kind of a members only place,” he said in that sexy accent.

“Members only, how do you join?” I asked joking and flirting all at once.

“Be good looking, rich, and known. Good thing we both have all three covered.”

He was a slick dude, seemed as if he always had the right words at the tip of his tongue.

“Welcome back Mr. Huffington. Jezebel, right? I’m a big fan,” the beefy security guy said as he moved the ropes and let us through. I was flattered and embarrassed all at the same time. Did he really have to use my porn name?

“See what I mean, good looking, rich, and known, you’re all of those things and more.”

It felt good to be with a guy who wasn’t in the business. Sure he was in the acting game, but he wasn’t fucking on film. We spent most the night laughing, talking, and drinking. He was everything I would have wanted in a guy, and he just kept throwing one compliment out after the other. And I was eating that shit up with a silver spoon.

“Do you know how many times I jerked off to you?” he asked as he leaned into me. We were both pretty drunk and were so close that if we got any closer, I would be sitting in his lap.

“No, but I would love to know.”

I could feel his cute little pink lips against my ear. His breath was warm and his tongue slid against my lobe as he spoke.

“You think I’m joking don’t you, well I’m not. There’s something about you, the way you move, the way you speak, the way you fuck. You drive me crazy.”

Boy, was it getting hot in there. I picked up my drink and took a big sip.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you look like a hotter Zoe Saldana, just sexier, thicker, you look more womanly, more dangerous even?”

I laughed.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you look like Bradley Cooper, just younger, hotter, with a little more edge, and with a better body?”

We both looked at each other and both answered at the same time.

“ALL THE TIME.”

We were laughing and having a good time. He seemed to have found me just as interesting as I found him. The more we talked, the higher his hand moved up my thigh. And the more he told me about his jerking off to my movies, the lower my hand went. Once his was up my skirt and mine was on his rock hard dick, we were both ready to get things popping.

“Oh, my god, you’re so fucking wet.”

I looked around curious to see everyone’s reaction to our PDA, but it didn’t seem like anyone cared. The more he rolled his finger against my clit, the more I wanted to lose control.

“I wanna fuck you right here on the table, right in front of everyone, can we do that, can we?”

Was he fucking crazy? The answer was yes and it was turning me on. But I knew that there was no way I was gonna give everyone in the club a free show. I wasn’t THAT girl, that porn girl who would jump at that chance and somehow become infamous. That girls story would live on and be told by many. The story about the porn star who fucked a TV star at one of the hottest clubs on the Sun set strip. People would add to the story as the years went on. Some would claim that they were there to watch me do the whole club, and god only knows what else they would add to it. I would turn into that woman who is old and dried out, hanging on to that story as if it would keep me relevant and interesting. I would be that old hag who would try to still go to the next hot club, maybe getting in, and woohooing as I scream, “That was me; I fucked Paul Huffington at Elite night club 25 years ago.”

“Ummm, give me a second, gotta use the girls’ room.”

I needed an out. Things were moving way too fast with him. Did I want to fuck him, hell yeah? Was I ready to do it, should I do it, hell no? I took one last look at him before entering the bathroom and BAM; I knew that I was leaning toward doing it. He was too fine to pass up.

I emptied my bladder and pulled out the wet wipes I always kept in my purse. I wanted to be fresh down there because I was planning on having his Brit tongue inside of me for at least ten minutes, just not in the club. Right when I was about to leave the stall, I heard him walk in.

“Jezebel, where are you?”

He found me without an answer. He walked into the stall carrying two shots in each hand.

“So what about in here?”

I wanted to turn him down, but as I looked into his blue eyes, I couldn’t do it. I wanted him and I was going to have him in the bathroom. So nasty I know, but I had to fuck him right then and there. I took the shots from him and drunk down three of whatever they were. If I was tipsy before, the shots were on their way to making me drunk. He sucked on my lips, both of them. He licked my chest; he touched my body all over. He moved with technique and precession. I could tell that the groupies that must have frequented his bed taught him well.

“Wait, my phone… give me a sec, it may be work calling.”

Our hands were touching any and every part we could find. We were wild animals, rough and attentive all at once. I could barely take my phone out and read my text but I managed.
How can you fix this? I needed you, I loved you, I was leaving my old life behind and starting a new one because of you, for you. I love you, always have, but how can you fix THIS? Don’t see that happening to tell you the truth, don’t see it at all.
His text changed everything. Changed my mood, changed the way my body felt, and changed how I was thinking. The stranger named Paul no longer mattered. His blue eyes, his pink lips, and his ripped body disappeared and were now minute details that no longer held its weight. Lanell's words had penetrated me to the core and sex was the last thing on my mind after that.

“Stop,” I said as I read the text over again.

“Would you quiet it for a minute?”

Paul was too far gone to hear me. He was burning with lust, my please fell on deaf ears. He continued to stand behind me and fondle my breast. He sucked on my neck and pressed his rock hard stick against my ass.

“I said to fucking STOP,” I said, as I turned around and pushed him away. I shoved him a little harder then I wanted to. I wanted to say sorry but instead I read the message again.

“Oh, you like it rough, huh?”

This time it was him who pushed me into the stall’s wall, which caused me phone to fall and break into three pieces.

“I’m gonna fuck you good you dirty little porn star.”

The more I fought him off, the more it turned him on. He was unaware of the fact that this was not part of my game plan. I really didn’t want him; I really wanted him off of me.

“No really, I have to go, something just came up,” I said, turning around to face him. He went in for another kiss but I turned my head.

“Are you serious right now? You mean to tell me that you really have to go?”

He was blown. How could I get him to this point and want to back out? He couldn’t understand. He hadn’t had a woman back out on sex ever since he became famous.

“It’s fucked up, I know, but I really have to go.”

He looked at me and for a second, I thought that he would let me go.

“FUCK THAT SHIT, I’M GETTING SOME ASS.”

And just like that, he was no longer the guy that I was hanging out with. The cool guy from the set, the charming Brit from earlier that night was gone. He held onto me and began to kiss and suck on my neck, his hand were pulling my thong aside as he roughly ran his hand against my vagina. I tried to kick, I tried to push but he had me in a stronghold.

“GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME,” I yelled as he pushed a finger inside of me.

“Oh, god, I’m gonna enjoy fucking you. How do you get your pussy to stay so tight after fucking all of those blokes all day?”

Now he was just trying to add insult to injury. I guess to him, I was just a low down dirty porn star that he could violate with no repercussion. I was left with no choice but to leap into action. I leaned into him and bite the left side of his face. I didn’t stop until I saw blood.

“AHHHH FUCK, YOU CRAZY BITCH.”

He grabbed his face then looked at his hand. He was in shock at first but then anger took over. He slapped me so hard that my ears started to ring.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”

I wasn’t staying around to find out if his threat was only just that, a threat. I kicked him in the balls and as he leaned over in pain, I picked up all of the parts to my phone and ran out of the bathroom. Once outside I took off down the street. I didn’t even remember that the valet had my car. I walked for a few minutes until I came up to a bar. I walked in, sat on the barstool, and turned on my phone.

Chapter 34
 

“Your little boyfriend is helping Jasmine leave me.”