by Amy Brent
“Me too. More than anything in the world.” I kissed her again, because I had too. She was right. It wouldn’t be easy, not for either of them. But for sure it would be one thing. It would be worth it. Because she was worth it.
“I love you. My fierce tiger.” I whispered, holding her close as the police escorted out the handcuffed man and pushed him into the back of a cop car. Tears still streamed down his cheeks from Sabrina’s pepper spray. No, it wouldn’t be easy. It sure as hell wouldn’t be boring, either.
“I love you, Jonah Moore. Now, let’s talk security systems…”
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CHAPTER 1
Lance
I looked down as the face of the blonde that I met contorted with pleasure, grinning to myself. I didn’t even have to be in the porn industry to land women like this. My ocean blue eyes and spectacular body did that all on its own and my skill level wore them out by night’s end.
I’d already gone down on her for a torturous amount of time, making her ease close to a release before I’d pull away to tell her to hold off until I said it was okay with me. In addition to being skilled, I was also dominant and loved control in the bedroom. I even liked control on the set as much as I could, depending on the director.
I finally let this one come once I was biting on her clit and making her moan my name, her voice rising with each cry. I’d kissed her breathless before that, still turned on from work earlier today before I went to the bar for a drink. I met a few buddies and we were catching up on life in the fast lane with this girl caught my eyes with her short black dress and long legs. She was already looking at me and even if she didn’t know who I was, she’d be here right now. I eased my thick cock between her legs and raised her feet to my shoulders as I slid inside. Most women found me to be slightly invasive with my size but ended up coming back for more, and I savored the tight grip of her slick pussy as I buried myself inside of her.
What the fuck was her name? Kelly?
I pounded her as she moaned, pleased with her body’s acceptance of me. I needed a woman after filming the soft bondage scene earlier today and imagined this woman bent before me, so I could spank her the way I did Cassie earlier on set. I knew that the actress liked it and that her reactions weren’t just for the shoot. I’d fucked her before off camera and knew her body well. I drove into her a few hard times before pulling out and telling her to get on her knees as I stroked my cock, sliding my hand through her juices as she moved clumsily.
I looked at her juicy ass as she propped herself on my pillows that were spread out all over the bed, watching the juices trickle down her thighs as I licked my lips. She didn’t taste as good as some women, but it was fun to watch her get off. I fingered her firmly for a moment before raising my hand back to spank her.
“Do you like that?” I asked her in a rough voice as she cried out, jerking forward. I watched my large hand print forming on her pale skin as she told me that it made her want to come again. She liked the pain, craved it. I slapped her ass a few more times before I took her with a hard thrust, gripping her hips as she screamed my name. I drove myself into her, pulling back and thrusting again as she screamed that she was going to come again. “Me too. Fuck me.”
I pounded away at her as I chased my release, free to enjoy this. It wasn’t all for the camera tonight and I felt her tighten around me as she moaned softly. I leaned forward, gripping her straight blonde hair as I fucked her harder. I knew that I was stretching her open, but her cries of pleasure assured me that she was enjoying it as she came for me. I thrust one more time before filling the condom wrapped tightly over me, dropping over her back.
I rolled away from her and took a deep breath, feeling that I might be sated for the night. I closed my eyes as her voice filled the room, noting that it was some babbling about how good I was. She wanted to spend the night and I smirked at those words. No woman spent the night with me and they were lucky if they saw me ever again.
“No sleepovers. I told you at the bar that I don’t do that.” I assured her with my eyes still closed. “I’ll get you a ride home if you need it, but you’re not staying.”
This wasn’t even where I lived. It was an apartment that I invested in a while back that I used depending on what part of LA I was partying in. My main place was a condo in the Hollywood Hills that only a few friends visited from time to time.
The woman grudgingly agreed to that once I made it clear that I wasn’t going to bend, and I got her a bottle of water before calling a car out to pick her up. I paid with one of my credit cards and let her sit down on the couch while she waited, dressed in some workout shorts as I sipped a beer.
She offered me her number once I told her that the car was here, and I declined it. I didn’t do dates or relationships. I locked the door behind her and glanced at the beer as I decided to stay here tonight. I had a few apartments all over town since I was doing very well in the adult film industry and could afford it.
I walked back to the bedroom and dropped into the sheets that were all over the place as I switched on the flat screen TV. Other than the fact that it smelled like sex in here, the encounter was already out of my mind. She was just a means to an end. I worked in a place where sex happened frequently and the whole thing didn’t affect me too much.
I fell asleep to a late-night show and woke up on my own late in the morning. I didn’t have to be on set until this afternoon and slowly showered and dressed in some extra clothes to go and grab some lunch. I chose to do that closer to my main house and walked into a restaurant, looking around to see that there were plenty of tables at this late hour.
The hostess smiled brightly when she saw me, and I leaned against the podium and asked her for a small table that was a little private, if possible. She nodded as she blinked slowly, and I glanced up as a pretty waitress picked up a menu and openly looked me over. The hostess repeated my request and the dark-haired woman holding the menu nodded and winked at me. She turned on her heel and headed across the room as I followed, checking out her ass as we walked. I glanced over at a table where a woman with caramel curls was sitting with a tablet, focused on something on the screen. A phone rang in front of her and she picked it up and started discussing a house in the hills as I assumed that she was a real estate agent. She had that look about her with a dark gray power suit on and a flawless face that made me take a longer look.
She was too clean for me, but I could look. I walked to my table and sat down as the waitress handed me the menu and asked me what I’d like to drink. I asked for iced tea to bring me to life, knowing that drinking and then driving to the studio was a bad idea. I already had a bad reputation and getting in trouble for anything was a bad idea. I sat back and read the entrees, deciding on a sandwich as she brought me a full glass of tea. I ordered, and she jotted it down before shyly mentioning that I looked familiar. I knew that my blue eyes were an attention getter to begin with, but I also had dark brown hair that had that popular messy look. Girls loved it.
“You do? That tells me a lot about you, sweetheart.” I grinned broadly at her as she stared thoughtfully at me. “If you’ve seen me enough to recognize me, you’d be familiar with a lot more than just my face. You’re a good egg.”
Her mouth dropped opened as she let my words sink in, blushing and walking away from the table quickly as I chuckled to myself. So many more people watched porn than would actually admit to it, whether it was with a partner or on their own. I made a mint from my videos and live feed that I did from one of the apartments sometimes. I was living the life. I sat back and fucked around on my phone for a bit, keeping up with my social media pages as I waited for lunch. I had one on each of the platforms that updated fans of my work that I mostly kept up with, though I had my assistant Bree to step
in when I got too busy.
I felt someone approaching and looked up to see the waitress coming with my food. She set the plate down without making eye contact and I considered flirting with her until I noticed the woman from before walking towards us with a large purse pressed to her body as she spoke softly on the phone.
She sold houses. There was no doubt about it as she passed me while I took in her curvy body in the professional outfit.
The waitress disappeared as I stared at the agent, still talking on the phone as she laughed throatily into the phone. She walked into a hallway and I glanced at the sign to see that it held the restrooms, considering meeting her in there. I could imagine sliding that tight skirt up and bending her over the sink before I drove myself inside of her. It made my cock press against my shorts as I groaned and reached for my drink.
I watched her leave, getting into a fancy Range Rover before leaving the parking lot. I didn’t know what it was about her, but I smiled as she left, figuring that I’d never see her again.
CHAPTER 2
Leila
I drove out of the parking lot to show another house to Nan. She was a wealthy client, so I was willing to work with her, but she ran me ragged. She was being meticulous over the new house that she was buying for her and her new boy toy, Cameron. Nan was over fifty, though she wouldn’t confirm that for me and getting a divorce from a bank executive. Her new boyfriend Cameron was thirty and he hit on me at the last house I showed the two of them. It was laughable.
I pulled into the hills and followed my navigator to the mansion, pulling into the long, winding driveway. Nan was there, standing outside of her new Jaguar and talking on the phone as she giggled. Fucking hell.
I smiled and parked, getting out of my car to walk over to her. She was a beautiful woman but there was nothing genuine about her, body, or mind. She acted every moment of the day, as far as I was concerned.
“Ready to see it?” I asked her as she ended the call and slipped it into her designer purse. I gently tossed a random curl over my shoulder and unlocked the door using the new app on my brand-new iPhone, smiling at how far technology had come in the last few years. I walked in and let her wander past me into the massive foyer, her heels clicking on the marble floors. This house had six bedrooms and was a total of ten thousand square feet and I had no clue why she needed something this size for her and one other person. The soon-to-be-divorced couple had no children and she was walking away with a mint, so I assumed she wanted to spend all of it.
It was an interesting job selling real estate in the city of Los Angeles.
I told her to take a look, preferring to let the clients see the houses on their own. I wasn’t a fan of following them to point things out and I made my way to the kitchen as I looked around the empty house. It was pretty, but I preferred my two-bedroom apartment that overlooked the Santa Monica Pier. It was small, but I loved the ocean and my surroundings there. I was blessed that I was doing well enough to afford such a cute place and reminded myself to stop being judgmental of a woman that was going to hand me thousands of dollars once she got a house. What did I care that she didn’t need it?
I wandered across the floor and unlocked the sliding glass door, stepping outside as I breathed in the air outside. It certainly wasn’t the cleanest but there was a nice breeze today that I couldn’t help but enjoy. The backyard offered a large pool and spa combo and massive grassy area, along with the part that I was in that had a huge BBQ and dining area.
I thought about living somewhere with this backyard with a family. There was no use to even buy something like this without kids. I was only twenty-five, but I’d been betrayed by a long-term boyfriend back home in Carlsbad. I wasn’t looking for anyone at all right now. I was focused on work and I glanced back at the house, knowing that Nan would be taking a while.
I heard my phone chime and glanced at it to see a blessed text from my best friend back home. I loved talking to Viv any chance I got, and I responded to her message with a text of my own. She was still in Carlsbad running a successful art gallery that featured some of her own amazing work and I was beyond proud of her.
We talked about work and the latest artist that she was sleeping with while I waited for Nan. He was a few years younger than her twenty-eight years but an amazing human, according to Vivian. I knew that it wouldn’t last because things with her generally didn’t when it came to relationships. I was the timid one that was scared to jump into a relationship from one bad experience and she just danced from one man to the next. We were different all around, but I couldn’t live without her free spirit and mind in my life. I was just planning a weekend there when I heard the sliding glass door, telling her that I’d call her later. I turned to Nan and asked how she liked the house, longing to leave her right there in the driveway and find her another agent.
“It didn’t have the master bath that I’m looking for. I want a bigger tub and shower.” Her face couldn’t show her emotions that her voice conveyed because of the work she had done, but I understood it. I’d seen the bathroom. It had amazing sunken tub and shower big enough for three and to me, it would be a dream bathroom. In fact, my bathroom would fit inside of it with room to spare. What the hell did she want?
I pulled up some more houses on my tablet, showing them to her before making the drive. Nan had a clear idea what she wanted, though it seemed to change frequently. Her eyes lit up at a beach front home in Newport Beach and I asked her if she wanted to look at it. This sale would give me a great paycheck and that’s what I held onto through the more difficult clients. I moved here to make something of myself and grow in the busy, bustling city. When she said that she did, Nan asked if I would drive her since the mansion that she was renting was so close to here. She could leave her car at home and just ride with me. She even offered me dinner on the way home and I geld in the groan. It would be a good meal at one of the finest places in LA, but not fun. When she mentioned Cameron joining us with a friend of his, I told her that I had to meet up with a work friend when I was finished here. I didn’t want anyone setting me up. I had a boyfriend back in Carlsbad that that ended badly when he cheated on me and all our friends knew before I did.
That was a lot of my reason for a fresh start. I knew that I could probably date a different guy every night here but that wasn’t my jam. I wasn’t a virgin, but I also wasn’t a slut or anywhere near close to it. I was just a twenty-three-year-old that was trying to make something of herself.
“Are you sure? It would be so fun, and he has some gorgeous friends!” Nan gushed as I got into my car. “You’re such a pretty girl, Leila. You should be out there dating.”
“I am just focused on work so far. You must work hard to make a name for yourself here. You know that.” I told her as I started my car and rolled down the window, agreeing to meet her at her house and drive the rest of the way. I backed and out and made my way first, turning on my music for the few moments I had to myself as I sang along to the song.
I thought about Viv and my mom back in Carlsbad. Dad passed away when I was younger, and Mom worked hard to help us survive, both as a waitress and a graphic designer from home. I admired her so much and missed her, but I got a great opportunity to sell homes here through a connection in San Diego and I went for it. I just wanted to help my mom out the way she did me for so many years. She was amazing.
I moved here and got the apartment through a colleague and hit the salon immediately. I got my hair cut into some manageable curls and highlighted it with some warm caramel shades to compliment the natural brown color. I went to Sephora and got a brand-new makeup collection and clothes to fit my career with the cash that I saved up working at the art gallery in Carlsbad. I put too much into this to not keep trying and Nan was going to be a great paycheck and with her referral to friends, I’d have even more clients. It seemed like a lot of her friends were getting divorced and looking for new places.
I never wanted to get married and stuck with anybody. I just wanted to
support myself as best I could. I turned onto Nan’s street and parked in her driveway as she walked over in her heels, chatting on her phone.
CHAPTER 3
Lance
I went into the studio the following day in the afternoon after a strenuous workout. I kept myself in shape because in this industry, I could be easily replaced. I wanted to be the best-looking actor in the best shape, so I’d keep working. Hell, I might even get hired in regular films though not too many people were that lucky here. The industries seemed to stay separate even with the billions that they both brought in.
Not that the celebrities weren’t aware of who I was and eager to date me. I’d slept with a lot of models and actresses over the last few years, but we didn’t spend a lot of time out in public together. The cameras were everywhere and being seen with me would get people talking, but they were wild in the bedroom.
I was going to be filming a threesome today with a couple new actresses for a movie that revolved around the plot of an orgy, if you could call it a plot. We all know that porn doesn’t have a realistic plot with any real believability and I made a fortune on the popularity of it.
I went to my dressing room and the woman fixed me up for the screen, highlighting some of my finer points as she flirted with me. I hated a lot of people in this industry because they were fake and stupid, but I played along as she rubbed my body and complimented me on my muscles. She’d do me right here and now if I wanted her to and I watched the blonde in the mirror as she oiled my arms and back, her eyes dropping to the bulge in my boxers. It was impressive, and I dropped them when asked so she could oil my ass. I walked to the set where a bed was in the center of the room, big and covered with red, satin sheets and complete with posts as I smirked. The porn that I did involved a little bit of everything without being too hardcore since I wasn’t willing to settle for one genre, feeling like I made more doing a variety of films.