Back in the day, there was black porn and there was white porn, but they rarely crossed over. Some girls wouldn’t even work with black dudes, which was totally fucked up. Sex is for everyone, and I always liked working with all women. It’s a little better now, especially because so many performers are more than one race, and the whole concept of making a big deal over an interracial video has mellowed out a bit.
“Are you biracial?” I ask her. Her eyes are grayish green, and they don’t look like contacts, so I’m guessing she’s some kind of hot genetic combo.
“Yeah, half black, quarter Brazilian, quarter Italian.”
“Get outta here,” I say, smiling at her. “My wife’s half Italian. She’s gorgeous too.”
“You’re so sweet,” she says, batting her eyes at me. “She’s a lucky girl, and she must be pretty cool if she lets you come down to the strip club.”
“She’s totally awesome,” I sigh. “Tonight’s kind of a bachelor party thing for me and my boys, so she was okay with it.”
“A bachelor party, huh?” She gives me this super flirty smile. “Then we’ll have to make sure you guys have a good time. How about a dance on the house?”
“Sure,” I reply, taking a quick glance over at Keegan, who’s loosened up a bit and is getting totally into his dance.
Fantasia starts to dance, and I’m pretty impressed. She’s sensual and she knows how to move. She might have a pretty good chance of doing well in the business—and those hot back dimples don’t hurt either. She manages to get me to about half-mast, and I give her Nikki’s email address and tell her to send some pics. I might have discovered some talent tonight.
When we’ve all finished our first round of dances, I notice Jonathan checking his phone.
“Lisa hounding you?” I tease.
“Nah,” he says, shaking his head. “Just checking some scores.”
“Oh.” Who comes to a strip club and worries about sports scores?
Fantasia sticks close by us, and we attract another bevy of hot girls. Everybody’s trying to get us into the champagne room, but I’m not really in the mood. Sure, these girls are sexy, and normally I would have seriously considered the opportunity to receive a little oral attention from one of them, but all that shit’s behind me now.
Both Jonathan and Joey seem to feel differently, and they’re trying to convince Keegan that a hummer from a stripper is the best course of action.
“Don’t listen to these guys, man,” I say, leaning in so the girls won’t hear.
“Come on, James,” Joey scoffs. “Stop cock-blocking him and let him get his dick sucked.”
“Dude, none of you guys need to be doing that shit,” I criticize. “Keegan’s got a nice girl he likes. He doesn’t need to get sucked off by some chick at a strip club—and, Jonathan, you’re fuckin’ married.”
“Exactly!” Jonathan laughs, and he and Joey exchange bro punches like they’re BFFs now. They’re really a lot alike, now that I think about it.
“I brought cash and a neglected cock,” Jonathan jokes. “Now I’m ready to party.”
That’s all he has to say on the matter, and he leaves our little huddle to go off with a brunette who has a fairy tattooed on her ass. I’m shaking my head when Joey also bails to go with an even sluttier looking girl. These fuckin’ guys! I’m very proud of Keegan when he stays back with me.
The two of us—the smart ones—are surrounded by girls, all of them wanting to talk to me about the business or some of my movies. They all offer me free dances, and I hook Keegan up with just as many. He’s in hog heaven, and I’m enjoying that the conversation seems to be about my career and not just a bunch of solicitation for blowjobs.
“Can I take a picture with you?” Fantasia asks after a little while. “I mean, since your wife knows you’re here and all, it’s not that big of a deal.”
“Sure,” I reply, scooting over so she can get positioned on my lap.
One of the girls snaps pics on her phone, and soon all of them want photos with me. They’re all being really sweet about it, so I don’t mind. I start to consider Lola’s reaction when I realize that these will probably make the rounds on Twitter, Instagram, Facebook and Tumblr, but Lola knows me well enough to not get too upset about it. I wouldn’t fuck around with these girls.
Jonathan and Joey return, and both of them are even more amped up than they were before. I overhear a little of their conversation and I’m kind of grossed out.
“That bitch could deep-throat a cock,” Joey brags. “You should try her next.”
“I bet she’d charge me less than you,” Jonathan challenges.
“Bullshit!” Joey contests. “The chick liked me. Swallowed every drop.”
“Fifty bucks says she charges you more, and she spits,” Jonathan wagers again.
The guys shake on it, and I just shake my head.
When they come back from the second round, I see them making some more stupid bets, and I’m rolling my eyes. The girls give us a break for a moment and I sit down next to them.
“What are you guys doing?” I say with disapproval seeping from every word.
“I won two hundred bucks from your brother, that’s all,” Joey says with a cocky laugh.
“You guys are betting on blowjobs? You realize that’s fuckin’ stupid, don’t you?” I raise my eyebrow and give them both an annoyed look.
“Hey, I gotta get ’em when I can, James,” my brother replies. “You’ll see, man. Just wait. The second you get married, you’ll never get your dick sucked again—unless it’s some kind of special occasion, like a goddamn birthday. And even then, she won’t put any effort into it.”
“Lazy blowjobs, huh?” Joey says, laughing. “I hate that shit. Show a little enthusiasm. Get on your knees and suck me like you mean it!”
“You guys are both full of shit,” I say, slightly entertained by their antics.
“Just wait, James,” Jonathan sets in again. “You and Lola have only been married for a little while. I’ll bet you a grand that you’ll be high and dry in ninety days, tops.”
“Whatever, dude.” I laugh and shake my head. “I don’t have to worry about getting blown, all right? Lola blows me all the time, so I’m good. She digs it, and I can guarantee you she can suck my dick better than any of these girls.” Er…probably shouldn’t have said all that. She would not be happy if she heard what I told them.
“Lola likes sucking cock?” Joey says, grinning like an asshole. “If I’d known that, maybe I would have tapped it in high school.”
Jonathan laughs his ass off, and I try to excuse both of them for being drunk so I won’t look as pissed off as I feel right now.
“It’s not like that,” I reply with embarrassment. “I’m just saying we have no trouble in the oral sex department. She blows me, but I go down on her a lot too, so it’s all fair and even.”
“I know you like eating pussy, so if it’s all even, that must mean she sucks your cock on the regular.” Joey laughs and hits my shoulder.
“Dude, come on,” Keegan says, surprisingly beating me to her defense. “Lola’s a nice girl, and she’s James’s wife now. Be cool.”
“Says the guy who’s too big of a pussy to even ask for a blowjob!” Joey teases.
“Keegan’s a gentleman,” I say, patting his shoulder. “And he’s smart. He knows that, if you treat a girl like a goddess every day, she’ll treat you to some freaky shit every night.”
“Is that how it works with you and the princess?” Joey asks, and Jonathan snickers loudly.
“I never thought little Lola would be the kind of girl to get freaky,” Jonathan remarks, taking another drink.
“Listen, you drunken fucks,” I say to them, “no more talking about Lola. You guys go do what you want with strippers, since you’re going to do it anyway, but no more about my wife. Got it?”
They laugh, but they nod in agreement. They know that this kind of shit will make me snap and kick both of their asses if they keep it up.
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And, just FYI you guys, herpes is forever, so think about that when you’re getting sucked off by strippers,” I remark, which makes Keegan laugh hard.
More girls come around for the next round of photos, drinks, dances, and shit-talking, but I notice Jonathan checking his phone again, and his demeanor has changed a little. He seems more agitated.
“Why do you keep checking your phone, dude? Seriously, what’s up?” I ask him, scooting closer so I can really talk to him.
“Three of my teams fucking lost, so now I’m out six grand,” he says.
“Six grand?” I reply, my eyes wide. “Do you have six grand to fuck around like that?”
“I’m already four in the hole, so what’s another six?”
“For real, Jonathan, you’re ten thousand dollars in debt because of some stupid bets?” I say with disbelief.
“Yeah, and I wouldn’t be if they fucking knew how to play defense,” he retorts.
“Does Lisa know?”
“She’s not interested in finances—unless you count spending my money,” he gripes. “Only thing she cares about is burning up our credit cards.”
Wow! I guess I always assumed Jonathan had a perfect life. He’s got a pretty wife, two cute kids, a good job. He was always the good son growing up. My dad loved him because he was responsible and worked hard. Apparently things have changed. Who knew Golden Boy’s world wasn’t so golden after all?
“Well, what are you doing to do?” I say, feeling a little hint of sympathy.
“I’ll win it back,” he says, shrugging.
“Jonathan, you really need to think about this.”
“I’m fine. Biggest thing that would happen would be that the Benz gets repossessed.”
“I’m sure Mom and Dad would help you out.”
“Yeah, Dad will react great when he hears about how much cash I burned through,” he scoffs.
I pause for a second, and I’m not sure what to do. I feel bad for Jonathan, but who I really feel bad for is his wife. Lisa was always a nice girl, never cheated on him or anything like that, and I don’t think she had any idea that Jonathan would be so cavalier with money like this. He was earning a lot selling foreclosed houses a couple years ago, but now the economy really sucks, and I’m not surprised he’s in a slump. It’s just unfortunate that he’s dug himself so deep with all this gambling bullshit—though I’m not exactly surprised. He’s one of those hypercompetitive people, so I can see how he’d get caught up in it pretty easily.
“Look, I can lend you some money if you want,” I reluctantly volunteer.
“Really?” His face is surprised.
“Yeah. I have some extra cash from my Shawnna stuff. If you needed a little money to help you get out of trouble, I’d help—but you can’t fuckin’ gamble with it. It goes to paying off your shit.”
“You’d really do that for me, bro?”
“If you need help, and I can help you, I will.”
“Thanks, James!” He looks genuinely touched that I’d bail him out.
I’m kind of surprised that he agreed to it. I really expected him to say no, to tell me that he didn’t need his little brother taking care of him. This makes me think he might be more than ten grand in debt, but that he just doesn’t want to admit it to me so I won’t think he’s a loser, and he’ll still be able to act like he’s better than me. Either way, I’ve got the money, and I can help him, so I will.
We’ve had too many drinks and too many lap dances by the time we call it a night and head back to the hotel.
Lola’s in the tub when I come in, and I take a few seconds to watch her relaxing with her eyes closed and suds all around her. A few strands of her hair have come loose from her bun, and they’re stuck to her neck in a way that makes me want to move them away and kiss a trail where they were.
“Hey, gorgeous,” I call, knocking on the doorframe.
“Hi, babe,” she says with a big, bright smile. “How was your night?”
“Great. We had a really fun time.”
“That’s good.”
“Um, will you be pissed if there are a bunch of pictures of me with big-titty strippers all over Twitter tomorrow?” I tentatively ask. “A bunch of the girls asked me to take pics with them and I felt like it would be a dick move to say no.”
“I’m not psyched about it, but there are far worse pictures of you on the Internet already, so a couple fan shots with strippers isn’t going to kill me.”
“You should have seen Keegan’s face when the girls were grinding on him.”
“I can only imagine!” She laughs and sits up a little bit, watching me as I come closer and sit on the edge of the tub.
“A bunch of them recognized me, so I kept hooking him up with free dances just so I could watch him be nervous and awkward.”
She snickers and rests her elbow on the tub so she can look up at me.
“How was it with Joey? I bet he was in rare form. He probably thought he was such a baller, walking in there with a porn superstar.”
“He was a fuckin’ nightmare!” I laugh and shake my head. “Jonathan was even worse!”
“Really?” she asks with surprise.
“Yeah.” I nod. “He and Joey were basically competing for who could be the biggest sleaze ball. Both of them got blown in the champagne room.”
“Eeew!” Her nose scrunches up as she giggles.
“I didn’t, for the record,” I clarify with a grin.
“I figured that. You’re a very honorable gentleman, of course.”
I chuckle and lean down to give her a kiss. “You should have heard Jonathan’s excuse. His case was that he basically had to get a BJ from a stripper because Lisa doesn’t blow him anymore. He was talking all this shit about how, when you get married, the sex suffers and you don’t get blown. I told him that was bullshit because I’m married and I get blown all the time.”
“You did not say that!” she gasps.
“I didn’t say exactly that, but I basically said our sex life was good,” I defend, though I can’t hide my guilty smile.
“James Laird, did you tell your brother that I blow you all the time?” she says, crossing her arms.
“I might have let it slip a little bit,” I confess.
She splashes me with water and I try to deflect it, but I still get soaked.
“What the hell?” I’m chuckling as I look at the state of my jeans.
“You don’t need to be telling your brother or your friends what I do with my mouth!” She’s giggling, and I can tell she’s not too mad, even if she’s making a big deal out of it.
“What’s the big deal? You like blowing me, right?” I tease.
“James!”
“I really like going down on you, so I just assumed the feeling was mutual.”
“And is that what you said to your brother and that jackass Joey?”
“No. I phrased it better than that.”
Another big splash, and now my shirt and my jeans are dripping.
“Oh, shucks,” she says, her voice turning sultry. “Looks like you’ll have to take those clothes off.”
I give her a grin and pull my soggy clothes off, sliding into the tub across from her and grabbing her little ankles so I can position her how I want. Soon we’re both reclined back and I’m rubbing her feet.
“Will you forgive me if I give you a foot massage?” I ask, shooting her the infamous Laser Beam.
“Maybe.”
“Will you forgive me if I lick your pussy until you’re screaming with pleasure?”
“James! Jesus Christ!”
“Just trying to assess what I’m going to have to do to get out of trouble.”
“Well, that really wouldn’t be a punishment, then, since you’re going around telling people that we’re big time oral sex enthusiasts,” she counters, her finger going to her mouth in a sexy tease.
“But you’re still gonna let me do it, right?” I say, pulling her legs apart and scooting closer.
“I me
an, you practically owe me,” she says through a cute giggle.
“And I’m guessing you’ll reciprocate, since we’ve established that you like blowing me—”
“We’ve established that, huh?” she says, laughing harder.
“That’s sort of the hypothesis I’ve got, based on all my evidence.”
“Shut up and get over here before you reveal something else that’ll make me not want to blow you,” she jokes, leaning forward to kiss me.
“Greatest wife of all time!” I loudly declare.
We both enjoy the big bathtub, the granite counter, the bedroom wall, and eventually the bed before we lie down to go to sleep.
She’s dozed off, but I feel a little bad about not telling her about the Jonathan money thing. I don’t keep secrets from Lola, so I should let her know.
“Lo,” I whisper, “I have to tell you something.”
“Mm,” she sleepily replies. “Can you tell me tomorrow?”
“No, I need to tell you because I don’t want you to find out later and be angry.”
“What did you do, James?” she asks, turning to me and blinking her eyes like she’s trying to wake up.
“Nothing.”
“You said you didn’t get blown by a stripper tonight. Was that bullshit? Did you get a blowjob? Or was it something worse?” She’s starting to worry, definitely not so drowsy anymore. “Did you fuck one of those girls? Oh, God! Did someone record you doing it?”
“What? No! I didn’t do anything with the strippers. I just wanted to tell you that I might have kind of told Jonathan I’d lend him ten grand, and I didn’t want you to get mad.”
She sits up in bed and stares at me, even though it’s dark. “You what?”
“I sort of agreed to give him ten grand to help him with gambling debt.”
“Gambling debt?”
“Yeah, he’s kind of got a problem. He’s been on a losing streak, I guess, and he was saying some shit about his car possibly getting repossessed and stuff. I felt bad and I offered to help.”
“With ten grand?”
“He needs it, and we have it.”
She looks at me for a moment and the puts her palm on my cheek. “You’re such a wonderful person, and you’re so generous, but your brother is a shit and you’re being too nice.”
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