It was a slow, passionate kiss. Nancy moaned while his tongue was probing inside her mouth. She had never been kissed the way Markus was kissing her. She welcomed his tongue. She felt between her legs getting hot and moist. Their bodies were connected. His enormous dick was poking her. She reached down and touched it, for a beat.
Then Nancy pushed away. She wasn’t sure if she could take what he had to offer her physically, but was willing to try. Nancy was very certain he would be gentle with her.
“Come upstairs,” she ordered.
“No,” he said. “I respect you. You’re too good for a guy who fucks on film.”
“You’re more than that, Markus. You are worth more than you think.”
She knew what was going on. He was trying to see if he had a will of his own. Maybe he wasn’t interested in sleeping with her. Nancy felt a bit foolish for making lust and lack of sex get the best of her. Her face turned red, she backed further away from him.
“You’re right,” he said, moving toward her as she was stepping away. “Wait,” he told her and she stopped. He gave her another kiss, this time on the forehead. “We gotta do this again when I get back.”
“Do what, almost make love?” She smiled.
“Oh,” he snickered. “Is that what you think I do, make love? I fuck, Nancy.”
“You wouldn’t fuck me. You have more than sex programmed inside your head, Markus. I feel and sense much more. Monday’s at eight p.m. for you. I’ll continue working with Gary Zimmerman. We’re going to find out exactly who you are under all the Randleman Protocol. More importantly, get you reacquainted with Michelle. If Gary Zimmerman’s assumption is accurate you two are somehow connected. I hear the tone of your voice change when you say her name.”
He took a long breath before saying, “Nancy, the tone of my voice changes when I say your name. Michelle used to make me blackout, you didn’t. That’s the only difference between you two.”
Markus thought about saying something else, but didn’t. He felt very awkward saying what he wanted to say and without saying it, he walked away.
She went up stairs and took a long, cold shower.
33
After Monday, the days went by swift and uneventful. Soon Wednesday presented itself and at noon, Sparks, Audra, Entice and Markus were in a warehouse with Porno Magazine’s administrative staff. Susan Standings was the woman conducting the shoot. She was the editor in chief of the magazine. She told Sparks she hired a very talented photographer to help her team get good pictures of Daisy Lace and Mr. Excitement for the cover and inside of the magazine issue.
“She does great work with models and celebrities. She understudied with Rene Dupree. I rarely hire outside the magazine’s personal staff, but this girl did a great photo spread of an R&B diva for a magazine called On the Rise,and it looked so-so sexy, I had to hire her,” Susan Standing explained.
“Who the fuck is Rene Dupree…?” Sparks asked. “He sounds like a faggot.”
“Homosexual or not, he’s a world renowned photographer,” Susan said and immediately changed the direction of the conversation with a frown directed at Sparks. “Mr. Excitement’s name is being spoken all over the adult entertainment circuit. We’re very glad you contacted Porno Magazine. Daisy Lace is a treat. This won’t be the first time she’s graced our cover.”
“Right,” Sparks said giving her a fake grin. “Things look good here. Who thought up the visual schemes?” He was looking around the warehouse.
“The photographer, Michelle Watson, her ideas are so innovative, amazing.”
There were so many things going on. A portion of the warehouse looked like a Japanese dojo fixed with an indoor stream filled with Japanese catfish, another portion of the warehouse was post modern gothic. It was a bedroom with a very large canopied bed covered with thick black Victorian sheets. The bed had huge lacquered posts, all the furniture in the room looked from the renaissance era. Every piece of furniture in the room was either too big or too small. It was odd but very creative and incredibly visual. Everyone was impressed and the place was buzzing.
Susan told Sparks they were shooting a number of sexually suggestive still photos of Mr. Excitement and Daisy Lace, together in both environments. Sparks asked about the interview. Susan asked if Porno Magazine could interview them on location while they were filming Black Geisha. Sparks didn’t see why that couldn’t happen.
Susan told him they would be busy for the whole day. Markus grimaced when he heard that part of the conversation. He hadn’t packed for the trip yet. Sparks told him not to worry about it and encouraged him to pack light. “You can do some shopping when we get to Tokyo. Tokyo City is like Manhattan if not more congested, bigger and probably has more stores. Tokyo is the most expensive city in the world.”
Though Susan had told Sparks the photographer’s name and he relayed the information. Markus didn’t put two and two together until the photographer walked into the warehouse.
He took one look at Michelle and almost blacked out. He wasn’t sure if it was shock, or because of the Randleman Protocol but there she was looking like an angel gracing humanity with her presence.
Michelle was wearing a black wife beater and blue jeans. She had the same eyes and skin tone as Markus Johnson. She was taller than he figured she was. Markus had always envisioned her to be shorter. Michelle was even more gorgeous than he could have ever imagined.
She glanced around the warehouse, nodding with approving eyes. They had constructed the sets exactly the way she told them to. She spotted Markus Johnson as Susan Standings walked over to greet her. Michelle looked as if she was about to faint. She was shocked to see Mr. Excitement. Apparently she didn’t know who she was going to photograph today.
She shook Susan’s hand and smiled and waved at the rest of the Porno Magazine staff. Sparks looked over at Markus. Markus looked at him. Entice raised her brows without saying anything.
Markus gathered the nerve to walk over to Michelle while Susan was introducing her to Daisy Lace. Audra was on the sidelines observing everything with shrewd eyes. Sparks walked over to Audra and whispered something in her ear. Audra’s eyes opened wider.
“And this is Mr. Excitement,” Susan told Michelle.
“We’ve met,” Michelle said dryly.
“That we have,” he replied. “Hi Michelle,” he said.
“Let’s get things popping,” Michelle snapped and turned away.
She carried two cameras. One was a small thirty-five mm digital and the other was a camera in a case that looked like it belonged in a museum. They went to the post modern set with the strange furniture and huge bed. Markus was nervous at first because Michelle was behind the cameras flicking and flashing.
Michelle preferred to use the cameras she carried and needed nothing from Porno Magazine’s photo team but their expertise on the lighting equipment. She instructed them on adjusting the panels and lights the way she wished.
She instructed Markus Johnson and Daisy Lace, directing them in all forms of sexual positions, intertwining them, making them do oral suggestive and romantic situations, nearly naked and completely clothed.
During the shoot, they must have changed clothing a dozen times. Then they took a break before they went over to the dojo set and started anew. Markus couldn’t keep his eyes off Michelle. She kept sneaking glances at him and occasionally she would give him an outright frown, or stare at him so penetratingly, it made him feel funny. Markus eventually had to look away.
During the break, Michelle made sure she stayed as far away from Markus as possible. Susan ordered a load of Chinese food. The decision was made to eat in the warehouse at a long table. Sparks and Entice were at one end of the table talking. Audra was watching a very disoriented and nervous Markus on the other side of the table. Michelle was not seen. Susan and her photo team were chatting amongst themselves.
They returned to work and spent another four hours doing the photo shoot. It was closely approaching nine in the evening when Spa
rks rushed everyone who came with him. At seven-thirty in the morning their flight to Japan was leaving, and they still had a few things like packing to do.
Even though he felt awkward around her, Markus didn’t want to leave Michelle’s presence. He didn’t know what to do. His manager felt his emotional state. “Markus,” Sparks said waving him over. “I don’t know what to tell you, but you gotta do something besides standing over there, looking like an ass.”
Markus nodded in agreement but didn’t know exactly what to do. Michelle made her move before Markus could think. She walked over to him, a vision of complete mystery and with a raspy voice said. “I dream about flies.”
“What?” Markus was surprised she even walked over to him, much less spoke.
“I dream of flies, always have, ever since I was a little girl,” she laughed.
“Were you adopted?” He asked.
“What sort of fucking question is that?” She snapped with venom.
“Sorry. I don’t know what to say to you.”
“You said something strange. You are so strange,” Michelle said, packing her cameras. He knew she was about to leave. She probably said something just to see exactly how crazy I am, Markus thought.
“It’s been fun, but gotta go,” she said then turned around and began walking toward the exit.
“Wait,” he yelled.
“What is it?” Michelle asked stopping and turning.
“You dream of flies. Do you dream of two people, a boy being dragged away? Do you dream of people around you saying things, strange things you barely understand? Do you have flashbacks in the middle of the day and faint afterwards?”
“You are crazy. I’m scared of flies. I have always been since I was a little girl, and that is it. I don’t know how you knew, but good for you,” she laughed at him.
Markus was about to say something else but she said, “I don’t know what sort of game you’re playing, or what you want from me, but I want nothing from you. I would never mess with or even deal with a person like you. Your profession isn’t something I’m into. You disgust me.”
She seemed like she was going to rush over and slap him in the face her anger was brewing to such a heated state. It seemed like it was more than Markus being an annoyance with his questions. He didn’t want her to leave and didn’t want her to think he was crazy. Markus rushed to her before she opened the door, grabbing her arm.
“Get your filthy hands off me!” She yelled.
Her outburst made everyone look. Sparks, Audra, Entice and Susan didn’t know what was going on. They saw Markus nervously let go of her arm. “Don’t you ever fucking touch me and don’t you ever fucking call me again!”
Michelle walked out the warehouse leaving Markus looking stupid, and feeling defeated. He eventually walked over to the others standing shocked to silence. Nothing else was said for awhile until Markus gathered the strength to speak.
“Let’s get out of here,” he said, shaking his head. “We gotta get up early and catch that flight to Japan.”
Entice wanted to say something, but didn’t. Audra eyed Markus with curiosity. “At least you did something.” Sparks told Markus patting him on the back. “Put all of this in the rearview mirror, my nigga. Tomorrow is a new day. We gotta long flight ahead of us. In Japan we’re gonna have the time of our lives. She’ll be nothing more than a footnote in our story by the time we get back to these here United States.”
Markus knew that was truer than Sparks could ever imagine. Michelle was indeed and would always be a memory, a mysterious portion of his strange and mysterious past.
She walked out the warehouse and reached a hand out for the stair’s railing. Michelle stumbled but managed not to fall down the small flight of stairs. Every time she was too close, or whenever she thought of Mr. Excitement, she felt nauseated and faintish. She quickly gathered herself, and ran to where her car was parked. Thinking of how strange the day had gone.
Michelle Watson had been hired to do a photo shoot, and Mr. Excitement was the object she had to photograph. Taking pictures of Mr. Excitement, and Daisy Lace was the worst and most challenging eight hours of her life. She hated the feeling she had when she thought about him, or got close enough to get a good look at him.
She wasn’t sure why he knew that she was adopted, and about the flies. Michelle had to get Mr. Excitement out of her mind, her life was never dull, and she had problems of her own. She scrambled inside a pocket for the keys to her car, opened the door, hopped inside her car and slammed the door shut. Before she could put the key into the ignition, Michelle had to open the door again. Everything she had for lunch spewed out of her in one big rush on the side of the street. Michelle felt woozy. She slammed the door and drove off.
“What the fuck is wrong with me?” her breath was weak. “Why do you make me feel like this?”
Thoughts of Mr. Excitement plagued her. Inside her mind a swarm of flies buzzed and fluttered around with his image as their faces.
34
The flight to Tokyo was twelve hours and thirty minutes long. Sparks took a PSP video game system. He had a dozen games and movies. Audra took her iPod and a novel. Markus carried an iPod. He was also laden with thoughts of Michelle, heavy on his mind. They were flying first class courtesy of Smut Central. Vonchell had a seat next to Markus. She, Daisy Lace and about eight others associated with Smut Central Entertainment were on the same flight. Markus made a stewardess keep the alcohol coming. He fell into a drunken slumber.
Markus was roused awake in the middle of the flight by Vonchell unzipping his jeans. She put a hand inside his pants and started manipulating his dick before he could say anything. Her hands were very experienced, her fingers long and talented. She stroked his dick. He allowed it for a couple of beats before he said, “Get your hands off my dick.”
“Let’s go in the bathroom and join the mile high club,” Vonchell purred with sex on her mind.
“No.” he said. He reached inside his pants and aggressively removed Vonchell’s hand. “I’m gonna fuck you good for the filming, and that’s about it.”
“Suit yourself,” she said nonchalantly, “If that’s how I get your dick then so be it.”
She looked over at the adjacent row of seats to someone from Smut Central and saw Meeko Delight, an Asian American porn actress. She along with Vonchell and Markus were starring in Black Geisha.
“I’ll get my wings with or without you,” Vonchell said to him. “Heterosexual or lesbian, it matters little.”
“Go ahead, you got my permission. Do you. If you get my meaning…?”
He put headphones into his ears, closed his eyes and began listening to music. Moments passed. Once again Markus felt some delicate hand inside his pants. He grabbed the wrist, was about to squeeze it as hard as he could. Markus opened his eyes and was surprised to see the petite and alluring, slanted eyed Meeko Delight.
“Let’s get some practice, Mr. Excitement,” Meeko said with a touch of an accent.
Markus eyed the lovely Asian, and smiled. He was instantly aroused by her eyes alone. They were narrow and deeply filled with sexual lust. Green like jade, her eyes twinkled like jewels. He never worked with her but had seen a few of her movies. She was a porn superstar. She had never been with a black man in a film as far as he knew. She was a part of this exclusive porn division, introduced to him by his agent, Audra, and Smut Central Entertainment. He was officially down with the big league.
Markus felt the urge of sex upon him. He assumed it was more from his sexual programming than anything else. He only wanted to have sex in a professional situation, and had thoughts of Michelle rewinding in the brain. Meeko guided Markus to the bathroom. They entered and she locked the door behind them.
“Practice…?” Markus hissed.
Meeko Delight was a lithe and petite, Oriental treat. Standing at a small five feet two inches, with very strong legs and feet no larger than a four, she wore a simple dress with Oriental calligraphy print and a thin loose fittin
g sweater.
Markus propped her small body on top of the sink and slipped a hand up her dress. There wasn’t anything under the dress. He imagined Vonchell had already been in the dress and had eaten Meeko’s panties. He laughed at the thought. Meeko was really wet.
Professionally his finger moved her clitoris around in a circular motion then he parted her vaginal lips. Meeko let out a low sounding moan. Reaching over, she undid his belt and felt inside his boxer shorts.
She let out a loud sigh, “Oh my God! Vonchell wasn’t lying.”
Meeko’s slanted eyes closed as tightly as they could. Markus had moved her hands off of his penis and javelined it inside her. Her nails dug deeply into his shoulders. Meeko held on for dear life as he initiated the first thrust, then the second came, then the third. Meeko began screaming wildly at the top of her lungs.
“You should have never mentioned her,” he said to Meeko, putting a hand over her mouth.
Meeko was very tight and Markus’s dick was very big with both length and girth. If Markus hadn’t pushed inside her so aggressively he might not have gotten it in. He loved Chinese food and wanted to eat Meeko out to loosen her up but she mentioned Vonchell and that aroused something a bit more animalistic in him.
He rammed his dick inside Meeko hard. Her legs instantly lost their strength and began dangling down on the side of the sink. Markus let go of her mouth long enough to grab both of her ankles, her slippers fell to the bathroom floor. He hoisted her legs on his shoulders and completely lifted her off the sink. He began pumping his dick inside her.
“No! You’re in too much,” Meeko yelled before he put his hand over her mouth again, muffling her screaming.
He wasn’t sure if she was enjoying it or not. He simply concentrated on Vonchell’s image, Meeko’s tight little pussy, and fucking. He fucked her hard for about twenty minutes. Then he let go of her mouth with one hand and switched arms.
Meeko was suspended in the air one moment with nothing but his penetrating dick in her, keeping her from hitting the floor. Then gravity kicked in and she fell.
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