Smut Central

by Brandon McCalla

  “The third time was when I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth. I can’t remember what I was thinking about. But when I blacked out; those two people and the little girl again, I always see the same thing before blacking out. Those were flashbacks, right?” He said looking at the doctor with uncertainty.

  “Quite possibly so, I would believe that is what they are. You must describe them to me in greater detail, without blacking out this time,” she smiled. “Listen, all of this might be beyond me. I know a good hypnotist who could…”

  Markus waved his hand, cutting Nancy off in mid sentence. “No hypnotist. Gwyneth said whatever we discuss wouldn’t go as far as the walls of your office. Let’s just keep this between us.”

  “Everything we discuss is strictly confidential. And if you don’t want a hypnotist, I understand. Hypnosis however, often enough helps people with amnesia. I thought maybe it could help your situation.”

  Markus’s cell phone beeped. “One moment,” he said to Nancy, getting off the couch. He walked to one of the windows.

  Nancy had so many questions to ask. She was certain Markus had some record of his existence, somewhere. He was possibly having flashbacks of his past. Nancy was sure hypnosis could help. It would provide more help than she could. She needed to know more. Markus got off the phone. Instead of sitting back down he began walking toward the door.

  “Where are you going?” She asked him.

  “I gotta run. The session is over anyway, isn’t it? It’s been over a half hour ago.”

  She glanced at the clock on the wall, and said, “That is true, Markus. But I still have a few more questions I need to ask. I think with a little time, we can make some progress.”

  “I’m certain we could, but I gotta go.” He was halfway out the door when he turned. “Is there any medication you can prescribe, something that will stop me from having these black outs, if you get my meaning…?”

  “Maybe anxiety medication, Seredyn or Xanax may help. But I’m not sure if your blackouts are triggered from anxiety. I still need to conduct further examinations,” she said with a touch of concern.

  “You have me for three more sessions. One day a week. I guess I’ll see you next week at the same time,” he said then walked out.

  The psychiatrist’s curiosity was peaked as she watched him leave.

  03

  Markus walked out the psychiatrist’s office. He hopped inside the car parked across the street, and called his agent back.

  “Audra,” he said when she answered the phone. “I can talk now, what’s up?”

  “You’re up, or can you get it up,” Audra laughed. Then her tone got serious. “What happened to you the other day? Why did you pass out? Are you ok?”

  “The doctor said it was dehydration,” he lied. “I feel much better. When are we gonna finish shooting this movie?”

  “Tomorrow,” she said sternly. “You are so lucky. Smut Central Entertainment was very close to dropping your ass. You are the only stud in the movie. They had no other man on the premise that could perform like you. That is the only reason why they rescheduled.”

  “Sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say. “Same place, same time…?”

  “Yeah Markus, same place, same time…” Her tone of voice got worse. “These people rarely reschedule. If you weren’t as hot as you are, and your movies weren’t selling. They would have dropped you and I would have no choice but to dismiss you as a client. I don’t have time for shit like this. Do you know how many men are out there waiting to fill your position?”

  “Was that a question or statement?” He chuckled. “Relax, Audra. I won’t pass out tomorrow. It’ll never happen again. I promise. And think, the fact that they want me back to finish tells you they really want me.”

  “Maybe, but how exciting is a Mr. Excitement who faints the moment he’s about to stick his dick in a woman’s ass.”

  “A woman’s vagina,” he corrected. “It wasn’t an anal scene.”

  “Very funny, remind me to laugh later. This is the highest paying gig I got you so far. And mind you, you are the only client I have of this sort.”

  “I know, I know,” he snapped in irritation. “I’m your secret client. Shit, does any other porn star on earth have an agent besides me?”

  “Was that a question or statement? Don’t fuck things up tomorrow. And Markus, you aren’t a porn star. You’re an adult entertainer. Remember that and drink lots of fluids. I want you functional tomorrow. You fuck up with S.C.E and you’ll be right back where I found you. Fucking those nasty rap video bitches for beer money…” Audra said, disconnecting the call.

  “Shit,” Markus blurted once he started the car engine. “I’m tired of fucking bitches for money anyway.”

  Markus hadn’t many choices in life. Sex on camera had eventually become one. Gwyneth showed him affection, love, and gave him options. She didn’t expose him to a world of lights, camera, and action but she started him down the road. Coercing him to fulfill sexual fantasies for her and her friends started him down the path he now willingly trudged. Slipping into swinger clubs with her friends, Markus eventually landed in the porn industry. By age seventeen he was fucking on camera. He made an easy choice in life and started doing porn since he was a minor.

  Markus rarely dwelled on things for more than a few seconds. He had no past and wanted no part of history. His present was one day at a time. Tomorrow would be spent back at the hotel suite, fucking gorgeous women and ejaculating on cue. He was good at it. And he was qualified to do it.

  Markus didn’t feel like going home just yet. He felt an urge to call Gwyneth. He hadn’t seen his daughter in a couple of days, was missing her dearly. Seeing his daughter always came with a cost. It came with a price he wasn’t always willing to pay because it involved doing things he now got paid to do. His daughter was possibly the only thing on the planet he loved. The world was starting to look different to Markus. He had seen a glimpse of his past. Before he blacked out those times he envisioned people in his mind, unknown people on the outskirts of his consciousness. He was beginning to remember, but didn’t understand.

  It had caused him to pass out on the job, and that wasn’t a good look. Smut Central Entertainment paid him big, and they were the biggest adult entertainment company on the east coast. Ironically enough Smut Central was his meal ticket out of the sex business. He couldn’t see himself doing fuck films forever. He figured after a few big paying gigs, he could move on, maybe even go to college. He could become normal.

  His thoughts shifted gear to Tanisha, his friend. She would be home. He had called her before walking into that psych’s office. Tanisha was the only women in his life he didn’t feel obligated to fuck. But every time he was with her, they fucked. It was what Markus did. He decided to go see her.

  Markus was more than halfway close to Tanisha’s place. He thought about the woman he met at the club, that woman who refused the drink he offered her. She was the most beautiful woman in the world, the one who had been triggering his blackouts and flashbacks. She sucked the oxygen from the car’s interior.

  All of a sudden Markus began feeling lightheaded. He could see the red light ahead. It was eight in the evening and Markus had just driven across the Brooklyn Bridge with the light Monday evening traffic. He became frantic and desperately drove with shaking hands toward a safer place out of the middle lane.

  He pressed his foot on the brake pedal too hard. The vehicle swerved recklessly, Markus knew he had to stop, and put the damn thing in park before he blacked out. The car skidded then halted in a herky-jerky manner behind a parked car. He bumped the back of the car hard enough to set off the car’s alarm. Then Markus saw those two people and the little girl.

  She was crying. Looking at him as the space between them grew further away. He was being dragged somewhere. Someone had a firm grasp upon one of his wrists…

  Everything was getting blurry. Things eventually began to darken, darken until it all faded to black and Markus coul
d no longer hear the alarm.

  His eyes slowly fluttered open, the clock on the dashboard read ten-thirty-five. Over two hours had passed by while he was in La-La-Land.

  “What the fuck!”Markus cursed under his breath.

  If he hadn’t managed to maneuver, and park the car as quickly as he did, things could have gone ugly. The blackouts were starting to become life threatening. Markus sat in the car for another hour. Slowly he backed off the car he bumped, and continued to drive to Tanisha’s.

  Why did thinking about that woman trigger the blackout, he thought? “Shit,” Markus blurted aloud. “I feel light headed again.” He felt like he was going back to La-La-Land. He didn’t. Trying not to think about anything, Markus concentrated on the road. He managed to drive all the way to Tanisha’s without any further incident. He found parking a half block from her apartment building. Jumping out, he jogged to the front door and pressed the buzzer.

  The door beeped twice then electronically unlocked. He went inside, walked three flights then knocked on Tanisha’s door. She immediately noticed his bloodshot eyes when she opened the door.

  “Markus, you look terrible,” she said before he could enter the apartment.

  “I feel terrible. I blacked out twice today.”

  “Damn,” she replied. “What did the shrink say?”

  “I’ll tell you all about it later. Do you have any alcohol?”

  “Of course I do, I’m an alcoholic,” she sassed before chuckling. “Sit down and relax. I’ll make you a drink.”

  While she poured drinks for them, Markus sat in her living room with his head in his hands, stressed out. He was pretty hard to figure out at times. Tanisha knew a blow job or some hot steamy sex were good remedies. Markus was different because he fucked for a living, maybe all he needed was a strong drink. She handed him a glass filled with gin and tonic.

  “I need to be inside you…”

  She was shocked to hear him say that. She watched him drink. Tanisha drained what was left in her glass.

  Dropping to her knees, she was at his feet. Tanisha took the empty glass he was holding and placed it on the floor. In a hot second, his belt was being unbuckled. Markus leaned his head back on the couch and closed his eyes. He thought about nothing but the sensation of Tanisha’s thick lips wrapped around his monstrously large penis. He could hear the slurping sound she made while sucking.

  04

  Stripping was usually the gateway to the porn industry. Markus met Tanisha, a professional stripper a year ago at a porn shoot. She was one of the girls he had to fuck. It was her first time on film. Tanisha went from dancing semi-nude, to butt naked. She moved on to sucking dick in the VIP rooms then landed in sex on camera. Markus made sure her first sex scene was her last. He had blown her pussy out with his massive dick the day they met. Then he blew out another girl’s vagina after he finished with Tanisha.

  They went out to eat afterwards, the three of them. He dated many of the women he fucked on film, getting behind-the-scenes practice fucking them, and moving on to the next. He preferred women in the business because they were the only sort of woman who understood his line of work. There were not a lot of decent women who would stay with a guy who fucked various other women for a living.

  Tanisha was different and they formed a close ally. Most other women were in his life for as long as it took him to bust off. Tanisha took Markus’ advice the first day they met, and she never made another sex film. Stripping was how she paid her rent, but that was all she did. There were no more sucking off men in Champagne rooms. Gwyneth had his baby but Gwyneth was more a business arrangement than a woman of his. Tanisha was the closest to a girlfriend Markus had ever had.

  She jerked his dick aggressively while bobbing her head up and down. Her soft mouth was working the upper shaft of his hugeness with vigor. She gagged on him four or five times during deep throat attempts. His huge girth caused her mouth and throat to weaken in no time.

  Tanisha didn’t know what was the hardest, sucking him off or letting him enter her dripping pussy. His big dick was very pleasurable and size mattered to her.

  In the middle of being sucked, Markus could feel the nut getting ready to burst. It was a rare thing, and Tanisha welcomed it. He was going to pull out directly before releasing but couldn’t.

  She began jerking his dick slower with both hands, and moved him inside her mouth deeper so he could shoot off in her. He moaned louder. She felt his fingers, first combing through her hair then tightening and holding her head steady. He exhaled and his stress was released with all the sticky substance he was pumping into her mouth.

  One thick line of saliva mixed with semen was dangling down the side of her mouth. She wiped the moisture off her mouth with a finger and gave Markus a pathetic look. They laughed. She loved sucking him off. Markus was such a dude.

  She had seen DVD’s where he dominated women to the point where when he was finished pussies looked like they needed plastic surgery. She had seen him fuck women for hours, two or three at a time. Alternating from pussy to mouth to anal, Markus would stick his dick wherever else he could. Tonight however, she dominated him. He busted off so quickly, the fastest he ever done with her. Possibly with anyone, and although she didn’t get a chance to have her own orgasm, his was more pleasurable to her than her having one herself.

  “You are so fucking big, Mr. Excitement,” she smiled, getting off her knees.

  Tanisha was a very attractive brown skinned woman. She stood at a model’s five feet ten inches, most of that being legs. She was twenty-four years old, a high school dropout who watched a lot of the Discovery channel, and read National Geographic’s, along with Time magazine.

  She was a good listener, and Markus talked about his issues with her. She didn’t live too far from him, and was a very important person in Markus’s life. Tanisha stared at him with a quizzical look.

  “I gotta do a couple of scenes tomorrow. I’m not sure if I’m up for the challenge…” he said.

  “You busted off uncharacteristically fast. Can’t they do some editing if you bust off quick like that tomorrow. It’s a movie, ain’t it?”

  “True, but they don’t do much editing in porno flicks. I’m Mr. Excitement because I got staying power. If I can’t measure up, I might lose a lot of work. Smut Central Entertainment is the big leagues.”

  He looked at Tanisha while he was talking. Starting at her feet, Markus’s eyes traveled up her long legs, finally looking her in the eyes. She smiled.

  Markus was the closest thing to a true male friend. He never propositioned her for sex since he was always getting it. All he required was her company and she always welcomed Markus’s huge dick. Starting with her biological father, through various step-fathers and even a couple of her uncles and cousins, Tanisha’s past was filled with men who took advantage of her.

  She was wearing a pair of silk boxers and a bra. She had a good looking smile that Markus loved. She was wearing it when she spoke.

  “You never asked me for sex before.”

  “I know, sorry,” he apologized. “I needed to see if I would blackout again.”

  “Hmm, you didn’t blackout.”

  “True, I busted off way too quick though. I might as well have blacked out. What am I gonna do tomorrow?” He asked, sounding weak.

  “Shit, Mark! You’re gonna fuck. That’s what you’re gonna do. Stay here tonight. Get a good night’s sleep. When you wake up tomorrow I’ll make you pancakes and you make that protein concoction stuff you drink. Then you’ll be ready. What else can you do but that?”

  “True…”

  Markus curled up on the couch. Tanisha wanted to tell him to sleep in the bedroom with her, but he was snoring softly. He seemed exhausted. She knew it was more of a mental thing than anything physical. She bent and kissed his bald head then went to her bedroom. Tanisha sat on the queen size bed, grabbed the television remote control, and began watching the Discovery channel.

  After work that Monday, Dr. Na
ncy Adler had a date. She was being courted by this lawyer, a man she met at a social function two months ago. He was white and in his mid forty’s. Ernest Preston, a criminal lawyer. He had many interesting stories about criminals he represented, including a famous mafia hit-man.

  The case was all over the news. Nancy didn’t care much for the guy but she had not been dating much. She enjoyed the flirting and his stories. He served his purpose. Walking out of an East Village Japanese restaurant in the pleasantly cool night air, they strolled through Washington Square Park.

  Nancy listened to Ernest Preston’s point of view on current events, and his cases. Soon they were out of the park and walking down 6th Avenue. Nancy saw the blinking lights of an adult video shop.

  “Let’s go inside,” she said.

  Ernest shrugged. He had been trying to get inside Nancy’s panties since they met. Her face wasn’t much but her body was hot. That was all. Ernest was waiting for the opportunity to invite her over to his place and get in between her legs. Nancy always seemed more interested in his conversation than anything else. Now she wanted to go in a sex shop.

  He opened the door for her, following closely behind her. He was shocked to hear her ask a salesperson in the store for something specific.

  “I want a movie with Mr. Excitement in it. Do you know who he is?”

  The woman shook her head pointing to the Black porn section. She directed her to where all the Mr. Excitement titles were. The psychiatrist picked up Booty World volume 18 and another DVD called, A World According to Mr. Excitement volume 1.

  “Black porn stars…? Are you getting jungle fever?”

  “No, I have a client whose occupation is adult entertainment. I’m not curious. Think of it as research,” Nancy laughed.

  “Curious? I didn’t say a thing about curious. Curious about what, his dick, black dick…?”

  “Do I detect a touch of jealous, Ernest Preston?”

  “I’d say maybe a bit of it, Nancy. You have a real live porn star as a client. What’s he seeing a shrink for?”