by Lane Hart
"Come by Havoc tomorrow and we'll get you signed up," I say, offerin’ him a handshake. He blinks at me in shock for a few moments before his face breaks into a grin and he finally accepts my hand, even though his gloves are still on.
"Hell yes!" he exclaims. "Thank you. I promise you won't fucking regret it!" I hope I won't, but at worst, he'll give up and walk out the door, after havin wasted our coaches’ time, and at best, hell, he could be a champion in the makin’. "We're celebrating tonight! After party at Vito's! You guys coming, sis?" he asks, lookin’ back and forth between me and Mandy.
I figured this fightin’ pit was one of Vito Scarfone's underground operations. The modern day mobster has his hands in everything shady, including VS Productions, the company that produces Mandy's pornos. With his extensive connections, including some possibly in law enforcement, he always seems to escape gettin’ nailed with actual criminal charges. He's not someone I want to be publicly associated with, but when Mandy and her friend say they're goin’, and Senn begs me to say yes with pleading amber eyes, I decide Mandy's offer from earlier is definitely worth the risk.
"Yeah, we're in," I agree. "Can we follow you ladies?" I ask Mandy.
"Sure," she replies. And when she smiles up at me, I instantly know I made the right decision.
Thirty minutes later the four of us are walkin’ into the big ass mansion that's out all alone in the middle of nowhere. Plenty of privacy for a thug to do whatever he wants without any witnesses I think cynically. While the three-story house is classy, with marble floors and crystal chandeliers, somethin’ about being in this place makes my skin crawl. Especially when I see Slick Rick, Mandy's manager or whatever the fuck he is, loungin’ on one of the black leather couches in the living room with a shot glass in his hand. His beady eyes light up like I'm his best friend when he sees me. After the girls walk away to find the bathroom, Slick Rick approaches me and Senn with a smirk on his face.
"How much are you willing to pay to fuck her?" he asks without a greeting or preamble. My fists automatically clench up at my sides.
"Nothin’," I snarl, barely refrainin’ from knockin’ his head off his shoulders. "If I ever fuck her it'll be because she wants to, not because I paid her."
"You sure about that?" he asks, watchin’ me over the rim of his wine glass when he takes a sip. "Girls like her only fuck for money, and you know she’d be worth every penny."
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Claire
When Kylie and I step out of the first floor bathroom, actually using it this time not just for chitchatting, James is waiting for me in the hallway.
"We need to talk. In private," he says, looking at Kylie pointedly.
"Fine," I agree just to get it over with, so I can get back out to Linc. "I'll be out in a minute," I tell Kylie before she walks away. James grabs my arm and drags me back into the bathroom I just came from, locking the door. "What do you want?" I snap, crossing my arms over my chest.
"Not only has he agreed to do a movie, but he said he'd even pay you fifteen grand for it. You'll get the entire lump sum, since the revenue on this masterpiece will be enormous."
"No. That's complete bullshit," I immediately respond. There's no way Linc would agree to a porno.
"All right, then. If you don't want to do it, I'll just have to call and get Mandy to come over, because it's going down here tonight. No crew as part of the deal, just a realistic looking hookup, you know, scandalous sex tape style. We’re gonna do it in one of Vito's rooms with plenty of cameras." He pulls out his cell phone from the pocket of his khakis, and I can hear it ringing next to his ear moments later.
Oh God. This cannot be happening! The idea of Linc with my fucked up sister...oh shit, my stomach heaves as I place a hand over it, on the verge of throwing up in the toilet behind me.
"Mandy," James says into the phone. "Where are you? Need you to get over to Vito's. Fuck the fighter tonight and that's fifteen off the twenty-seven you owe."
No, no, no. Is Linc really that desperate that he'd pay to have sex? And he doesn't care if everyone sees it happen? Why!?! It just doesn't make sense. Earlier tonight...when things started heating up...didn't he know I wanted him, too, without him paying money?
Could I do it? Could I actually screw him to make more than half of the debt Mandy owes? I'd rather it be me than her, that's for fucking sure. In fact, I would have slept with him for free, probably tonight even, so is this really that big of a deal? Yes, thousands of people will see me naked, fucking a man. But they'll all assume it's my sister, not me. No one but me, James and Mandy will ever know the truth.
"I'll do it," I blurt out.
"Never mind," James says to Mandy, and with an evil smile of triumph, he ends the call. "Here's what you're going to do, you pretend like it's just the two of you alone. Don't mention the cameras or look for them since we’ll be recording. Blow him, ride him, fuck him as many times as he can get it up in case we need to edit. The more vocal you are the better, even if it's all fake."
Oh God. Am I actually going through with this? If it was anyone but Linc, then hell no. It's not the having sex with him part that even bothers me. It's him paying for it, like I'm a whore and he can get whatever he wants by throwing around his money. I really thought he was a decent guy who cared about more than screwing me, so finding out he's not makes me sad and disappointed that I completely misjudged him. Yet, at the same time, who am I to cast stones when he won't even be fucking the woman he thinks he's paying for because of my enormous lie.
"Come on," James says. "I'll show you the room, make sure it's ready, and you can bring him up."
I swallow down the case of nerves as best I can and follow him up the spiral staircase to the second story of the mansion. James steps into a regular looking bedroom and adjusts the lighting with the dial on the wall so that's it's not too bright or too dark. There's a huge, four-poster king bed in the middle of the spacious room with a thick, white comforter covering it; one that looks like it would be awesome to sleep underneath. Not that I'll have a chance to find out.
Even though I seek them out, I don't see a single camera. Good. Maybe the angles will be awful, and the two of us will only be two dark silhouettes like some of those celebrity sex tapes on the Internet.
Going over to one of the bedside tables, James opens the top drawer and grabs a handful of colorful foils, and then throws them on the bed. "Since we haven't had time to screen either of you, regulation requires that you wear these each time. Try to use them all," he says with a slimy grin. Knowing he'll likely be watching Linc and I live from some other room the whole time we're together makes me shiver with disgust. The fact that the idea of him watching makes me more uncomfortable with the actual event going down with Linc is scary.
Ready to get this over with, I go back downstairs looking for Linc. There’s only a slight shake of nervousness in my hand that's gripping the banister. My heart sinks to my stomach with each step, since this is not how I imagined my first time with him. No, I pictured our first time, if we ever had one, would be nice and sweet but with sparks flying like crazy, and then we'd fall asleep in each other's arms and wake up to do it all over again in the middle of the night and the next morning. Stupid of me to want such a thing, I know, but I can’t help it. I’m a girl.
I find Linc still standing near the foyer with Senn and Kylie. He's gorgeous and perfect, and at the moment I hate him just a little for ruining the good guy image with one stupid decision.
"Let's go," I say to him, grabbing his hand to get him upstairs before I chicken out. If I turn him down now, he'll find out that I've been lying to him this whole time. Not only will he be pissed at me, but then he might actually agree to screw the real Eve Kelly, since he admitted that he’s so obsessed with her. Her. The kinky porn star. Not me, the lying waitress. There's absolutely no way I can sit back and let my sister corrupt this man. He deserves better than her. Linc deserves better than me, too, but if this is what he wants, then so be it. After we do this tonig
ht, everything will change. There won't be any going back or going forward, which I really fucking hate. But I refuse to do anything else sex related with Linc for money, no matter how much it is. This is it. Fifteen thousand for a video. I'll figure out how to get the rest of the money Mandy owes from somewhere, and I know Mason will help me any way he can.
"Ah, where are we goin’?" Linc asks, planting his feet to keep me from moving him.
"Upstairs. The room's ready," I tell him, then over to Senn and Kylie, "We might be awhile."
"Whoa, Mandy," Linc says from behind me as he follows me up the steps, his huge palm sweaty against mine. "Why are we goin’ upstairs?"
"To fuck. That's what you wanted, right?" I ask, unable to help the bitchy, biting way the words come out as we walk into the room and I shut and lock the door.
"Wait a second," he says with his hands grasping my shoulders while my trembling hands go to the top of his jeans. "What are you doin’?"
"You still wanna come in my mouth, right?" I look up into his navy blue eyes to ask as I pop the button and lower his zipper. Without looking away, I ease my hand down into the front of his boxer briefs. When my fingers wrap around his large, unaroused cock, I get concerned about how much of him I'll be able to swallow once he's hard. A few strokes later he swells and his breath rushes out of his lungs.
"Why are you...you don't have to...oh fuck," he mutters before he grabs my face between both of his strong hands and his lips crash down against mine. The kiss is intense and just as passionate as the one Friday and earlier tonight. Only this one holds the promise of more to come, so it's urgent, almost desperate. I keep stroking him, knowing that when the Cock Ness Monster makes its public debut he'll probably prefer for it to be in all of its huge glory. When I try to step away, Linc pulls me right back, so I ask against his lips, "Where would you rather have my mouth? Kissing your lips or sucking your cock?"
"Both," he says and his lips curl up in a smile against mine. "But my cock has been pretty adamant about his choice ever since you told me I could come in your mouth."
I kneel down in front of him, lowering his jeans and black boxers as I go until his erection bobs free. Whoa! Boy is he big, even more impressive now that it's completely unleashed. Thickest at the base, Nessie seems to narrow just slightly all the way up to the circumcised tip. It’s almost as if his cock felt bad for the vaginas destined to try and take it all, so it kindly offers a gradually expanding penetration experience.
Warmth pools between my legs, and I realize that I actually want to have him fill up the aching emptiness, but I’d really like to taste him first. Forgetting everything else, I pretend it’s just me and him, together because we want to be, no ulterior motives. The fact is, I’m looking forward to pleasuring him until he finishes in my mouth. I agreed to do it earlier for that same reason. It's definitely a two-handed job, though, so I grab a hold and wet my lips before sealing them around his crown.
"Fuck, yes," he groans, slapping a palm against the wall next to him like he’s suddenly feeling off balance. Good. If he wants to be in a movie so be it, but I’m not going easy on him. That’s how I plan to get my payback, unravel him in the most explosive way possible for the whole world to see.
I flick my tongue over his dripping slit and it's instantly replaced with the taste of more salty pre-cum. Over the years, I haven't given many blowjobs, but I've done enough to know he's probably not gonna last very long. Let’s see just how fast I can make him come. I look up at him as I slide my mouth over his thickening length toward his body, working to take more of him.
"Jesus," he mutters, threading both of his hands through my hair when I pull back and increase suction. His heavy-lidded eyes stay on me, chest rising and falling with his rapid, open mouth, panting breaths. That salty taste hits my tongue again when I start cramming him down my throat as far as I can go. Very thankful for my lack of a gag reflex at the moment, I’m almost able to take him all. I swallow several times around the fullness, which causes his groan of pleasure to end in a choking gasp. Now that I have a hand free, I use it to cup his balls, noticing they’re already pulled up tight to his body. He’s definitely about to blow.
“Ahh! Ah fuck!” Linc exclaims above me as I squeeze his sac. His grip on my hair tightens as he pulls my mouth off of him.
"What's your recovery time?" I ask, before I make him come. It would be a shame if all he got was a blowjob for fifteen thousand dollars. Now grasping his outer thighs, I lean forward and swirl my tongue around the swollen head of his cock, and then lick a path down the underside, causing his hips to jerk forward.
"Wh-what?" he stutters as he tries to catch his breath.
"After you come, how long does it take for you to be ready to fuck again?"
His response is a crooked grin. "Don’t worry, baby. I won’t keep you waitin’. After I come in your mouth, my cock will still be just as long and rock hard.”
Yeah, we’ll see about that.
I wrap my lips around his length again and look up, silently telling him that I want him to take control. His eyes close on a groan before he looks back down at me. Combing his fingers through my hair, he brushes it all back from my face and then gathers it in one of his hands like a makeshift ponytail. With the other hand, he cups my jaw before slowly and deliberately thrusting his hips forward, gradually pushing his cock into my mouth an inch at a time before withdrawing it just as leisurely. He repeats this process again and again, without ever speeding up. It’s definitely different from the yanking my head forward so that my mouth bobs frantically on his length method like most guys would’ve done, especially in a porno. No, the way he’s holding up my hair and caressing my face, all while keeping his steady, heated gaze intently on mine, it’s like he’s savoring every single second of fucking my mouth. Making love to my mouth would probably be a more accurate description, if there was such a ridiculous thing. He’s somehow managed to make a blowjob seem intimate and tender, rather than crass and disrespectful. Infuriating man! Who agrees to do a porno and then doesn’t follow tradition? Linc Abrams apparently.
“Gahhh!” he growls when I increase my suction. “Fuckin’ amazin’, Mandy.”
Well, they'll have to edit that out. Doesn't he know he's supposed to refer to me as Eve? Maybe he's too worked up to remember that sort of insignificant thing, and damn it sucks so much hearing him say my sister’s name instead of mine. There’s not much time for me to wallow in pity because Linc’s hips jerk and then his thick, warm release pulses down my throat. I swallow every drop he gives me.
"Oh God. If you don't take your mouth off of me...I swear I'm gonna come again," he warns.
I pull back and have barely wiped the saliva away from my mouth when he hits his knees. Reaching for me, he sweeps my bent legs out from under me as he tackles me down to the floor, his hand on the back of my head cushioning the fall as he kisses me hungrily. Once we’re horizontal his warm palm ventures up my sweater and squeezes my breast through my bra, all while his free flying cock is, as he claimed, rock hard again, trying to hammer its way into the crotch of my jeans. The combination of both sensations has my back arching off the ground and my hips writhing, wanting less clothes in the way and more friction.
"I want you naked," he says echoing my sentiments as his lips move lower to suck on my neck. "Can I please get you outta these fuckin’ clothes?"
"Yes," I quickly respond. The way he asked...he sounded uncertain, even though he knows I'm a sure thing.
Since I’m pretty damn excited about finally seeing all of him completely naked, I unzip his hoodie so he can shrug it off, then I pull his t-shirt up and over his head, leaving behind only the silver ball necklace with several small charms, like the one with the name of someone he unfortunately lost. Thomas. I can’t help but wonder who he was; and since now is not exactly a good time to ask, I may never find out. The thought of never seeing Linc again after this makes my eyes burn. I blink the tears away and try to distract myself from those depressing thoughts
.
"The rest," I say, indicating he should remove the jeans and boxer briefs that are still on because of his shoes.
"Okay," he replies, his lips against my ear and breathing ragged. "But I get to do you."
With one graceful move he's off the floor and undressing as I lie back and watch. He is...damn, he's so freaking hot. No wonder he doesn't mind being in a porno. His tall frame is pure muscle, not a single inch of fat. Nope, just rippling pecs, abs, and biceps. Even his shoulders are sculpted. Although, what I'm guessing he's most proud of are those deep pelvic indentions highlighting his enormous cock like two magnificent spotlights. There go the angels again, singing their praise to God for creating such physical perfection.
"You are a very gorgeous and very well-endowed man, Linc Abrams," I tell him honestly, knowing that comment won’t be edited out.
He grins as he lowers himself back down on top of me. "If that's what you think about me, then there are no words to describe you. Beautiful, gorgeous, sexy as fuck? None of those really seem to work." He grabs the hem of my sweater and lifts it until I sit up for him to pull it off. Then he's working on my jeans, sliding them down my legs, only pausing long enough to remove my boots. His eyes never leave my now mostly exposed body. Once I'm left wearing only my panties and bra, he leans down and kisses me deeply, slowly before pulling away. "You are too mesmerizin’ and divine for this world, baby."
He sounds sincere, but the words seem out of place to describe a woman who he thinks fucks men for money. Yeah, it might be for movies, but it seems just as lowly as prostitution. There's not much time for me to think about my sister’s profession any longer because Linc's fingers hook in the waistband of my purple thong panties and yank them off of me, so that I'm left lying naked before him except for my matching purple and black lace bra. Thank goodness I wore one of the nicest, matching sets that I own. I had no idea this is where I would end up tonight.