PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans (79 page)

When I got home I drove around to the back, and was surprised to see Tyree sitting out by the pool smoking a blunt. I wanted to sneak in the house before he noticed me, but out of nowhere I heard a car speeding up the driveway. I quickly turned around because no one could get on our property without a key pass or the pass code to open up the gate. It only took me a second to realize it was Breeze’s bright yellow Lamborghini. My first thought was
what the fuck does he want
and then I wondered why he showed up unannounced
.
He got out of his car and slammed the car door shut before storming over to me.

“Breeze, what are you doing here?”

“WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE JAMAR?”

I never saw him look that intense before.

“I don’t know. I haven’t talked to her today.” I figured he was talking about Jazzy.

“DON’T LIE TO ME.”

“Breeze, I have a lot to do today so if you don’t mind…” I paused because I started to say can you just leave, but I didn’t want to be rude to my boss. “I’ll tell Jazzy you’re looking for her if I speak to her before you do.”

I thought he would get the hint and get back in his car and go, but now he looked even more pissed than before, but a second later he switched to being calm.

“Come on, Jamar, tell your boy where she’s at.”

My boy? We hung out a few times but to me he was just the man who signed my pay checks.

“LOOK, I honestly don’t know.”

He stood there and stared at me like we were having a “who will blink first” contest. A minute later I started to laugh but noticed he looked away and he looked furious.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“You’re helping her leave me after everything my father and I have done for you. THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?” He screamed as he pushed me out of the way to step into my garage.

“I brought her all of these fucking dresses, so why are they hanging on a rack in your garage Jamar?”

I just kept thinking in my head
Why me? Why today?
This man was having a mid-life crisis on a day where I just wanted to be alone and get high. He was giving me a migraine headache and he was a second from getting cussed out. I silently counted to ten before responding because I needed to calm down.

“Breeze, I have no idea what’s going on between you and Jazzy, or where’s she’s at right now. The last time I spoke to her she asked me if she could have a moving company drop off some stuff. She told me to store it for her until further notice.”

“Oh, that bitch thinks she’s slick. She has no idea who she’s dealing with. Help me put this stuff in my car.”

“I don’t think it will fit in your car and besides she wanted it here so it’s staying here, and I don’t think she’d appreciate you calling her a bitch.”

He stepped up to me and got in my face to the point that our noses were damn near touching.

“How would she know I said it?”

He paused so I assumed he was waiting for my response. I started to say because I’m going to text her right now but before I could speak he cut me off.

“NOW HELP ME WITH HER STUFF. I’M NOT ASKING YOU EITHER.”

While he was yelling like he was my father I pushed the button on my key chain so the garage door would close. He noticed the door was shutting and tried to grab my keys out of my hand.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON, AND WHY DO YOU KEEP YELLING, BREEZE? WE DO HAVE NEIGHBORS YOU KNOW.”

That was rich coming from the man smoking a blunt in plain sight of the surrounding houses.

“Your little boyfriend is helping Jasmine leave me.”

I thought it was funny how his tone seemed to change once Tyree came around the garage yelling at him.

“I think that’s something you need to take up with Jasmine.”

“Oh, I am, as soon as I can reach her. She turned her cell phone off, and I must’ve called at least fifty times already.”

“Well, I don’t know what that has to do with Jamar, and I don’t know if you noticed but it’s our day off so I think it’s time for you to leave.”

Breeze turned around like he was offended and started walking toward his car before he stopped and turned back around to face us.

“I almost forgot I’m throwing Jasmine as surprise party next weekend. I want everybody from the company to come so make sure you’re there, and if you tell her Jamar I’m going to kick your ass.”

He finally got in his car and drove off.

“What the fuck was that about?” Tyree asked.

I didn’t feel like repeating everything, especially to him.

“I don’t know, but his ass is crazy. I hope Jazzy really does leave him ASAP,” I replied as I walked away.

“Damn, hold up baby, come here.”

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. I could feel his hard dick rubbing up against my ass.

“Man, get off of me, you’re all wet.”

“So what, don’t you wanna get wet with me?”

“HELL NO, I’m not in the mood Tyree.”

My response came out meaner than I intended it to.

That was the first and last time I ever turned him down when he was in the mood the entire time we dated. His high, big ego having ass did not appreciate it either.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? GET OFF OF ME! LET ME GO!”

I didn’t realize what he was doing to me until he threw me and I was submerged in the cold water. I instantly came back up to see him staring down at me in the pool.

“Tyree, what the fuck is wrong with you? That wasn’t funny.”

“Your attitude stinks and you obviously just finished fucking someone else so you’re dirty. Clean yourself off. I’ll just get off by myself,” he replied with a nasty attitude and with that he turned around and walked in the house.

“YOU’RE LUCKY MY CELL PHONE WAS CHARGING IN MY TRUCK” I yelled before mumbling “asshole”.

As I got out of the pool and looked at the water racing down to the pavement I found it very interesting that the cheater automatically assumed I was cheating. I guess it’s true, “the one doing the dirt will be quick to accuse you of being the dirty one”. I waited ‘til he went to sleep before I went back out to the truck to get all of my nice things he unknowingly brought me. I put everything away as I continued to think about what I would tell him. The next day I was cooking breakfast when he walked in the kitchen trying to be funny.

“Oh, look who’s up and dry.”

I ignored him and flipped over the pancakes.

“So you’re mad at me now? I guess you’re going to ignore me all day.”

“Nope, I’m not mad at all.”

But you’re going to be,
I thought.

“Good because we’re filming a scene together today.”

“Oh, yeah that’s right. Breakfast is ready.”

While we ate I told him how there were purchases made with his card.

“Stop playing. How much did they spend?”

“Thousands.”

“FUCK! I’ve been trying to save all of my extra money.”

“Save it for what?”

I was hoping he’d slip up. He looked up like he was stuck for a moment, but just like the playa he thought he was he played it off.

“For emergencies, or if I decide I want to trade my truck in for something else.”

“Well whoever took your card must be having a baby.”

He almost choked on his food before asking.

“Why do you say that?”

“All of the money was spent at different baby stores in Santa Barbara. I told you someone must’ve taken your card at the other studio.”

“That bitch.”

“What bitch?”

He looked stuck on stupid.

“Oh, this pregnant chick I worked with. I didn’t know she was trifling like that. I’m going to cuss her out and confront her ass the first chance I get.”

Lie after lie after lie. How could someone be so fake and dishonest? I knew what I did was wrong, but I felt like fuck it if he wanted to play with my life and my emotions, I’d have some fun playing with his. I just wish I could’ve been on the call to hear him confront that “pregnant chick”. When he thought I was in the shower I heard him yelling, cussing, and asking her why she didn’t just ask for the money. I’m assuming the more she explained she didn’t know what he was talking about, the angrier he got. When he said, “Just tell me the truth because I already checked my account and know you did it” I almost lost it. The last thing I heard was “We’ll talk about this when I see you in two weeks.”

*****

“Hold up baby, slow down. Why didn’t you wait for me?”

Tyree put his arm on my shoulder as we walked in the locker room.

“My bad I didn’t know you wanted to ride into work together.”

“Didn’t you hear me yelling hold up I’m just grabbing my hat?”

“Nope,” I lied.

I heard him but I just shook my head and went out to my truck and left as fast as I could.

“It’s all good just don’t let it happen again,” he said jokingly as he smacked my ass.

I don’t know why but it turned me on, and for the first time that day I was actually in the mood to have sex with him. We put our stuff in our lockers and then walked over to the wardrobe department to see what they had for us to wear. I was blown as soon as I stepped foot inside the room because Karma was in there laughing and joking with Amy. He seemed to pop up wherever we were. When he heard the door open he turned around and looked up to see who was coming in.

“What are you looking at, you damn weasel?” I mumbled under my breath.

Tyree heard me and laughed before saying, “I know right”.

“What’s up girl, what do you have for us today?” I asked.

“Hi, Jamar. I’ll have to double check my list because I think I only have outfits for Karma and Konceited right now.”

I looked at Tyree to see if he was as surprised as I was. Well then again I wasn’t really surprised; I knew right away it was Breeze’s doing.

“That’s strange, my original list shows you and Tyree are supposed to film today, but the revised list that I received this morning doesn’t have you listed on here Jamar. You probably should check in with Breeze.”

“I intend to, thanks Amy.”

“That’s some bullshit. I’m not working with his crazy ass,” Tyree yelled as he followed me out of the wardrobe department.

I looked back and Amy and Karma’s faces were priceless. Karma looked disappointed, and she looked embarrassed for him.

We didn’t even bother to knock, we just bum rushed in Breeze’s office. He looked up with a big smile on his face.

“Good morning Jamar. Something told me you’d be stopping by to see me today.”

“So what, just because I didn’t know where Jasmine was, and I didn’t let you take her stuff you’re replacing me with the newbie. What the fuck Breeze?”

“Jamar, now you know we’ve been through this before, this is my business and I call the shots. I can ensure you this decision had nothing to do with our meeting yesterday. Karma needs some more exposure, and I’m hoping you’ll work on the live feed webcams today because the monthly subscribers have dropped, and we need you to bring in new business. It’s a win-win situation for Fantasy Pictures all around.”

I could tell by his arrogant smirk that he lied. He was trying to get in my head and piss me off for standing up to him the day before.

“Well, fuck all that shit I’m not working with Karma. I’ll work with anyone else but him. As a matter of fact call Blaze he’ll come up here real quick.”

“Tyree, shouldn’t you be downstairs getting dressed? I don’t even know why you’re in here right now. You’re filming the scene with Karma, or you’re fired, period, end of story.”

“You can’t fire me I have a contract.”

“A contract you didn’t take the time to read. It clearly stated in small print that the owners have the right to terminate your contract for any reason, at any time, and I think a performer refusing to work is a perfect reason to terminate a contract.”