I shuffle back to my apartment, and I crawl back into my bed, wishing for an earthquake or tornado or some kind of disaster like in The Day After Tomorrow to just come and swallow up the whole city. This thing with Lola, it’s never going to work.
Chapter 13
Lola
“I NEED YOU TO HELP ME find a way for James to get out of this contract,” I say frantically as I burst in the door of Eric’s office. I ditched work today because I felt so compelled to take action.
“Baby, are you okay?” he says, getting up to examine me.
“I need help, legal help. James is trapped in this fucked up thing with Eva, and I have to help him get out of it. There’s got to be something in that contract, some loophole or something.”
“Um, I’m not entirely sure how contracts go in the adult entertainment industry. It’s a little more complicated, since sex is part of the job description,” he says like he’s still trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
“She’s forcing him to do all this stuff he doesn’t want to do, but there’s no way she can legally make him do it, right?”
“I don’t think so, no.” He shakes his head.
“If I can get you the contract, will you look it over and tell me if there’s anything we can do to help him?” I say, my eyes welling up.
“Jesus, Lola, you’re really upset about this.” He rushes to hug me, and I feel a few tears trickle down my cheeks.
“I’m so worried, Eric. I’m just so worried for him.” After meeting with Stacey, I’m downright terrified of what Eva’s been doing and what she’ll do in the future. I have to stop her. Even if I can’t save Stacey, I have to save James.
“Well, what kind of stuff does she want him to do?” Eric says, his voice soothing.
“He won’t even tell me, it’s that bad.” I sniffle. “I’ve never really had a problem with him tying girls up, or the spankings and everything—that’s all just kinky fun stuff—but it sounds like the shit she wants him to do is, like, potentially illegal. I can’t bear losing him like this, watching him become something he’s not!”
“I thought you hated the spankings and stuff too,” he replies, grabbing me a tissue.
“Those things were nothing compared to this. I get that stuff. Some girls like to be tied up and fucked hard like that. There are a few cuffs and crops, and nobody gets hurt for real. This shit sounds like the entire point is hurting someone. James is rough, but he’s not a total asshole.”
Eric sighs and rubs my back. “Well, if you can get me the contract, I’ll take a look, honey.”
“Thank you so much!” I give him a big kiss.
“Hey, can I still take you to dinner tonight?” he calls out before I leave. “Might get your mind off this for a while.”
“Okay.” He’s right; I do need something to stop me from spiraling out of control trying to strategize how to bring Eva down.
“Pick you up at eight?” He smiles at me.
“Sounds good,” I say, managing a smile of my own.
I’m so relieved. I’ve got a cute boyfriend who’s a lawyer and can help me free James from this bullshit deal Rick’s roped him into. Now all I have to do is figure out a way to get a copy of that fucking contract.
I’m hunched down in my car across the street from the Sin Cinema office, waiting for Rick to leave. I’m steaming. That greedy fuck is no better than Eva…well, maybe a little bit better, but still, he’s a piece of shit! I know he won’t give me a copy of the contract, so I’ve decided I’m going to go up there after he’s left for the day so I can try to talk Christie into giving it to me. She’s sweet, but she’s a do-as-you’re-told kind of gal. Still, I’ll bet I can convince her.
Finally, I see Rick emerging in all his frumpy, dyed-black sleaziness. He goes to his car, a tacky eighties Corvette, and heads off into the sunset.
I jump out of my car and sprint to the door. I’m up the stairs and in his office in no time.
Christie is looking at me with wide, surprised eyes. “Hi, Lola. What can I help you with today?”
“I need James’s contract,” I reply with obvious desperation. I’m a woman on a mission, and I’ll be distraught and reckless if I need to.
“Um, I don’t think Rick would like me just handing out contracts,” she says with a grin like she thinks I’m testing her or something. “Why don’t you just get it from James? I’m sure he could give it to you.”
“I can’t get it from him. I need it to help him, and I don’t want him to know that I know about all this awful shit he’s buried under.”
“Come on, Lola. You know I’m not allowed to give something like that to you.” She shakes her head.
“Christie, please! Eva has James tied into something awful, and I’m just trying to see if there’s anything in there that could help me get him out.”
“I wouldn’t even know where Rick keeps it.” She shrugs, trying to absolve herself of any obligation to help me.
“I’ll look for it if you just show me where he keeps his files,” I plead.
“Um…” Christie wavers.
“Please, please, Christie!” I say, my voice cracking as tears spring to my eyes. I truly am anguished, but I want her to feel extra bad so she’ll give me what I need.
“All right, I’ll show you where he keeps the files and I’ll give you fifteen minutes, but this never happened, understand?”
“Of course.” I nod, overjoyed at her compliance. Christie likes me and she always has because I’ve always been very polite and respectful to her. Now it’s paying off, and she’s going to help me.
She unlocks the door to Rick’s office and points to a filing cabinet in the corner before dashing back to her desk. It seems like hours as I rifle through the various files. Rick does a lot of movies, so he’s got a lot of contracts. Finally, I find what I’m looking for. I look up at the clock, and I’m surprised to see that it’s only been ten minutes. My brain must be functioning at high capacity with all this adrenaline surging through my veins. I clip to the copy room and make two copies of the doc, one for Eric and one for me just in case I need it again. I put the original back just as I found it, and Christie is coming down the hall as I close the door behind me.
“Christie,” I say, hugging her, “you’re a lifesaver!”
She nods, blissfully unaware of the gravity of the situation.
“I got it for you.” I hold up the document triumphantly as Eric stands in my doorway looking dapper. “I got the contract.”
“You work fast, baby.” He steps inside and kisses my cheek. “Did that Rick guy give it to you?”
“Not exactly,” I say with a sly smile. “I pulled some Russian spy shit.”
“Good girl gone bad.” He laughs. “If I was James, I’d have to bend you over my knee and give you a spanking.”
Eric’s been watching a lot of James’s movies since we started dating, though he has no idea that I’m aware of it. I’ve picked up on it because he starts talking like James when we fool around and he’s always teasing me about spankings or tying me up and fucking me hard and fast.
“Do you want to look it over?” I ask, holding up the contract again.
“Can it wait until tomorrow? I want to ask one of our entertainment guys about it.”
I think about it for a moment. There’s not exactly a lot we can do about the contract tonight anyway. “Okay.”
“Good.” He smiles as he puts his hands on my hips and pulls me forward until I’m against his body. “I bet you haven’t eaten all day.”
“No, not really. I’ve been running around gathering intel,” I say, chuckling.
“Well, let’s get some food in you. You’re gonna need your energy for what I’ve got planned tonight.” He grins flirtatiously.
Crap! I forgot about that. I’ve been postponing sex with Eric for a while now, and it seems he’s planning to collect tonight. He’s helping me with this contract fiasco and that’s huge, so I might have to just do it. It’s not g
oing to live up to my expectations, but I’ll get it over with and then have more fun doing it the next time. Maybe I need to stop overthinking this and just see where the night takes me.
I’m blushing as I follow Eric out to his Audi and slide into the leather passenger seat. He gives me a little mischievous grin as he turns the key in the ignition, and we set off to dinner.
He orders while I drink a big gulp of wine, hoping it will help calm my shattered nerves. I think about Stacey and how bruised and battered she was. James did that to her. Neither Stacey nor James should have ever been put in that position in the first place, and if it weren’t for that nasty bitch Eva, they never would have been. God! How I’d love to bring that soulless psycho down!
“So, this entertainment guy, you think he can help?” I ask, my mind still racing.
“Baby, let’s just talk about you and me tonight,” he says, lifting my hand to his lips so he can kiss my knuckles.
“Okay.” He’s got a point. Sure, I’m all worked up over the contract situation, but I don’t need to ruin this date with my panic. Eric is trying to take my mind off of things, so I should just go with the flow. “What would you like to talk about?”
“I want to talk about how sexy you look in this dress,” he says sensually, and I feel his hand on my knee.
“Eric!” I giggle as his fingers slide up my thigh.
He inches a little closer to me in the booth and pushes his hand between my legs, starting to rub me over my panties. I give him an embarrassed look, but he stares back at me with pure, unadulterated lust.
“I can’t wait to take it off you,” he whispers salaciously.
“Let’s finish dinner first.” I giggle, pushing his hand out of my crotch and crossing my legs.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Lola. I’ve wanted you from the second I saw you.”
I blush. Talk about a one-track mind!
“You’re wearing these little dresses so I can see your long, sexy legs. You’ve got a hint of this peeking out,” he says, looking into my cleavage. “Just enough to tease me and make me want to see more.”
I was unaware that I was teasing him with my wardrobe choices, but the fact that he’s so hot for me is kind of cool. I’m not sexy, not like the girls in James’s videos or anything, so I’m strangely flattered by Eric’s runaway lust.
“I just want to run my tongue over those hard little nipples,” he whispers.
Now I’m giggling harder. Oh, boy. Here comes Porno Eric, the wannabe James.
“If I wasn’t such a gentleman, I’d take you up against the wall in the bathroom right now. I’d crawl under this table and you could be my dessert.”
“Well, I’m glad you’ve opted to keep it classy,” I joke.
We’re temporarily interrupted when the waiter brings out our meals—steak for him and grilled chicken for me. Before I’ve finished half of my entrée, he’s back to the dirty talking.
“I want to taste you, Lola,” he whispers, licking his lips. “I want to fuck you with my tongue when I make you come.”
This is pretty damn graphic for dinner conversation, and my cheeks are bright red.
“I want to see you with your legs spread wide while I’m buried inside you. I want you on your hands and knees taking every inch of my cock in that tight, little, young pussy.”
“Eric!” He’s getting so into it that I’m worried people at other tables might overhear some of his lascivious comments. “What’s gotten into you tonight? You’re ravenous.”
“For you,” he says, leaning over and nipping at my earlobe.
He sticks his hand between my legs again, but I don’t uncross them or allow him to get any farther.
“Not in a restaurant, for Christ’s sake!” I laugh.
“Mmm, I’ll take you anywhere, any way, any time,” he says, kissing my neck.
“Fine, but not right now, in the middle of a crowded restaurant under the table,” I playfully chide him.
“Tonight, baby. Tonight you’re all mine.”
“We’ll see about that,” I reply, still unsure if I want to go down that path with him.
Eric and I burst in the door of my apartment locked in a passionate kiss. He’s been so out of control, spouting such lewd things, but it’s been kind of turning me on. He wants me. Bad. I’ve never been desired so much, and it’s spurred me to be more adventurous.
He starts kissing my neck as he hikes my dress up to expose my panties. He palms my ass and gives it a squeeze.
“How about we take this to the bedroom?” he proposes, his voice already transformed into a husky, lustful growl.
I nod, and we move into my bedroom. He sits on the bed and pulls me in front of him, spreading his knees so I can fit between them. His hands and eyes hungrily roam my body as if he’s assessing where to begin.
“Take your dress off,” he says as he looks up in my eyes. “I want to watch you strip for me.”
Okay, that could be sexy. I step back a bit and turn my back to him, peeking over my shoulder to silently ask him to unzip me. He does, very slowly I might add, and I shimmy the garment down my hips until it pools on the floor.
“Keep your shoes on,” he instructs, “and bend over while you pull your panties down so I can watch your ass.”
I’m not one for guys going all dominant on me, but this could be hot, so I comply, bending at the waist and sliding my panties down my legs. I feel strange being bottomless with just my bra on, so I quickly take it off too. He was bound to see me naked soon anyway, so I try to check my insecurities at the door and go for it. Still, I know that I’m subconsciously comparing this to the handful of times my body has been bared to James and how much more at ease I felt.
“Come here, but face away from me,” Eric says as I step over to him.
He spins me around so my back is to him, and he starts kissing my lower back, just above the curves of my butt. I feel his teeth graze me a few times, and he nips at my hipbones as his hand slides between my legs.
“Spread them,” he commands, pushing my thighs wider apart.
The pads of his fingers start to rub my clitoris, and I close my eyes, enjoying the feeling. He starts out slow, and I’m happy that he’s listened to my instructions on being more gentle. Somehow, I doubt it will last, but for now he’s trying to stay at my pace.
“Grab your ankles,” he orders, using his other hand to push my back forward until I bend over again. “I want to look at your pussy and your ass so I can think about how tight you’re going to be when my cock’s inside you.”
Shit! I take a deep breath and try to relax. I’m not entirely sure I’m game for that, but I keep telling myself to stop overthinking it. Tonight could be the night, and at least I’d have gotten it over with so there wouldn’t be any more waiting and speculating about what it will be like. I can join the ranks of the sexually active and be done with it.
My eyes are closed and my head is down as Eric slides two fingers inside me. The immediate use of two instead of one first is a stretch, but I’ll admit that it does feel kind of nice. He moves them in and out slowly, but as I suspected, that tenderness doesn’t last long, because soon he’s pumping faster and harder than before.
I squirm a little, and my breath is fast. “Gentle,” I urge him. “Remember to be gentle.”
He exhales in a wordless agreement and moves slower again. A moment later, he removes his fingers and inserts his thumb, turning his wrist so he can rub my clitoris at the same time.
Now that feels good. I breathe faster and grip my ankles tighter than before as he brings me closer and closer to climax. My upside down position has blood rushing to my head, and my nipples ache with the need for attention. I use my left hand to reach up, holding onto my breast to try to ease the feeling.
“Yeah, play with your titties for me,” Eric says when he sees me. “Let me see you play with your nipples while I make you come.”
“I need to stand up, or lie down, or something else, Eric. This isn’t comfortab
le.”
He grabs my hips and whisks me around so my butt is on the bed, then he pushes me back so I’m lying down on the mattress. Moving quickly, he gets in front of me and stands between my legs as he takes his shirt off. He undoes his belt, but he seems too aroused to stay focused on any particular action. He stares down at my body for a moment, and he pauses what he was doing to lunge onto me.
He’s kissing my lips, my neck, my chest, everywhere his mouth can reach—but these aren’t really kisses, they’re more like bites, little nips that are too aggressive to be deemed kisses.
He catches my wrists and holds them both in one hand, pinning them above my head as he leans down to take my nipple in his mouth. I’m not crazy about being held in position like this, but his tongue feels good against my neglected breasts, and I close my eyes to try to get into it. He keeps going, sucking, licking, biting, and using his other hand to pinch and twist until my tender flesh has gone from neglected to overused.
“Keep your hands here until I tell you,” he says, kissing down my body until he’s kneeling at the side of the bed.
Maybe I’ll keep my hands there, maybe I won’t. He can say whatever he wants, but the choice is mine and I’m starting to feel a little defiant at the commands. I get that he’s older, he’s one of those guys who’s used to being in charge, but I’m not afraid to voice my likes and dislikes because communication could be crucial in a situation like this—something James has really hammered home time and time again.
Eric grabs my thighs, his hand wrapping around each one until his thumb and his forefinger are almost touching. Then he pushes them wide apart and firmly holds them there as he lowers his mouth to me. There are no warm-up kisses on my thighs, no testing the waters or taking it slow. He just dives right in, practically attacking my clitoris with his tongue. I shift on the bed, my legs subconsciously trying to close up, but he holds me there and keeps devouring me.
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