PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans
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“WHAT MONEY?” Black said defensively.
“I know this motherfucka didn’t just say what money,” Tyree said, as he looked at me and started to walk toward Black.
“Come on, Black, don’t do that. You know you owe us our money,” I said calmly as I stepped in between the two of them.
“Look, I don’t have it. You got a free trip, smoked up my weed, and you both got to fuck me so be happy with what you got. Peace out!”
“Oh, I am happy, happy that we got your ass on tape. I’m sure we will make more than thirty thousand when we sell it to the media,” Tyree said seriously.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Black asked nervously.
“You heard me, nigga. While you were in the bathroom, we set up a hidden camera. We just wanted it for our personal use, but now that we know you were planning on ripping us off…well the circumstances have changed now haven’t they?”
“You wouldn’t do that. You wouldn’t blackmail me.”
“It’s not blackmail…it’s business, so try me. You have until check out time to get us the money, or I’m selling the memory card to the highest bidder,” Tyree said, making it clear.
“Okay, calm down I just need to make a telephone call real quick.”
Tyree and I went back in the bedroom while Black was in the living room area talking on his cell phone. We laughed at how good we played him, and Tyree told me he was glad I thought about hiding the camera. We were high as shit, our adrenaline was pumping, we were feeling good until that pinch of paranoid kicked in and we started tripping thinking Black would send his people in with guns, or something forcing us to give up the camera. I’m quick on my feet so I downloaded the footage to my laptop, and emailed a copy to myself just for a little insurance in case he tried something crazy. If he did I was going to make sure the World knew how Black really got down. After I put the laptop away, and put the camera back in the dresser underneath some clothes Black knocked on the bedroom door. I told Tyree to answer it
“Did you work it out?” Tyree asked as he opened the door.
“Yeah, your money will be here before noon tomorrow. If you can just give me the memory card, or let me watch you destroy it I’ll be on my way.”
“You can have it when we get our money, until then we’re keeping it,” I replied.
“Look, I’m not gonna stand here and argue with you two. I got some business to take care of. I’ll tell Carmello to destroy it when he delivers the money tomorrow. Is that cool?” Black said as he reached out his hand for Tyree to shake.
“That’ll work,” Tyree said totally ignoring his hand gesture
“Okay, cool, well I’m sorry things went down like this. I—”
Tyree slammed the bedroom door in his face, and yelled “YOU CAN SEE YOURSELF OUT.”
Damn I was so turned on by my man standing up for us. I didn’t think his skinny ass had it in him. We started having sex as we watched the video of us fucking Black on my laptop until we were both tired, and worn out. The next day we got up, ordered a bunch of shit from room service knowing we weren’t going to eat it all. Black had to pay with a credit card so we charged some extra shit to his bill just for being a dick. We emptied the mini bar, ordered a movie, showered, got dressed, and then packed up our stuff. I started to think no one was coming with the money until we heard a knock on the door thirty minutes before check out time.
I looked at Tyree like you know the deal, so he answered it.
“WHO IS IT?” Tyree yelled as he looked through the peephole.
“Carmello.”
“Do you have something for us?” Tyree asked.
“I do.”
Tyree opened the door and stepped aside for Carmello. I was surprised to see this serious looking man walk in wearing a tailored made suit. He was tall, fine, with a smooth chocolate complexion, short wavy hair, and his facial hair looked fresh, the lines were shaped perfectly. I was expecting some big and tall bodyguard looking dude wearing street clothes to drop off the money.
“Hey, what’s up? Is that our money?” I asked referring to the hot Versace book bag he dropped down on the table.
“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t,” Carmello responded.
“I feel you, the whole thirty thousand?” I asked just to make sure.
“Actually it’s forty thousand for the inconvenience.”
“Are you serious?” I asked excitedly.
“You can count it if you want to,” Carmello replied.
“I think I will,” Tyree said as he picked the book bag up off the table.
“Once he counts the money I’ll destroy the memory card,” I said as I caught myself checking Carmello out again for the third time.
“Actually Black asked me to bring it to him, so he can destroy it.”
“That’s fine. It doesn’t matter to me.” I replied.
Tyree finished counting the money, which wasn’t hard since Carmello brought four stacks of hundreds each adding up to ten thousand dollars. I walked to the bedroom, retrieved the memory card, walked up to Carmello, and handed it to him. I’ll never forget the smirk he made as he looked it over. It made me think he had other plans for it, and as pissed as I was at Black, I hoped he could trust this man.
“It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that there’s something on this tape that Black doesn’t want anyone to see, especially since the price tag was so high. Three men in a suite, with no women in sight I can only imagine what’s on here,” Carmello said not really addressing either of us, since he was still looking down at his purchase.
Neither one of us commented on that.
“Well, at least tell me he wasn’t the bottom.” Carmello said casually.
I didn’t respond, but I looked at Tyree and he was shaking his head up and down with a big ass smile on his face as if he was still thinking about that ass.
“It always seems to be the ones talking about no homo, or who you’d never suspect who are really getting it in behind closed doors,” Carmello said as started walking toward the door to leave. “It was nice doing business with you fellas. Here’s my card, call me if this should happen again, with Black, or with anyone else famous,” He added as he handed each of us a card. Then, he left out and closed the door behind him as we stood there in total shock. He was in such a rush to leave that he forgot his expensive book bag, but I didn’t mind because I kept it, and as a matter of fact I used it as my carry-on as we flew back to L.A. On the flight home, all I thought about was how wild that experience was. One thing I learned from it was to always get the money upfront, so from that point on that’s what we did.
Chapter 9
“They’re all the fucking same.”
I woke up to the sweet sounds of Sade and the smell of coffee brewing. I didn’t remember getting into bed or falling asleep with my clothes on, but my mouth was dry and tasted like the good weed that Lust and I puffed on earlier that morning. I made my way to my bathroom and put toothpaste on my tooth brush and entered the hot soothing shower. When I finally laid eyes on my little piece of heaven who I liked to call L, I was in the bedroom putting lotion on. I stayed quiet and waited to hear what he had to say. Although my mind raced with a million thoughts, I just couldn’t and wouldn’t allow myself to put them all out on Front Street.
“Why are you doing that?” he asked as I pulled up my pants.
“Should I have stayed naked?” I asked as I playfully pulled my pants down. When they reached my knees, I felt his hand pulling them back up.
“That’s not what I meant, although the sight of your ass ain’t a bad thing.” He patted me on my butt once my pants were around my waist than laid on my bed with his hands behind his head. I sat beside him and slipped my hand up his shirt and ran my hand up his rock hard stomach.
“What?”
He had just been laying there and looking at me for so long that I had to ask, “Why don’t you just say what you’re thinking, what you feel?” he asked.
“Who said
that I was thinking about anything? What are you, a mind reader now?”
“Okay, hide if you want to, but your real thoughts will always find you and reveal who you really are.”
The shit that he had just said was so real that I had no come back. I just quietly removed my hands from under his shirt and pretended to look through the phone book that sat on my nightstand. He sat up with each leg on both sides of me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and kissed my cheek. For the first time since meeting him, his closeness felt uncomfortable.
“Didn’t you make coffee? I thought that I smelled some when I was headed to the shower?”
I got up and left him sitting on my bed. When he joined me in the kitchen, I had already poured myself a cup and asked him if he wanted a refill.
“Nah, I’m good. I was thinking about heading out anyways.”
My heart skipped a beat. I just knew that my fucked up way of thinking ruined my chance with yet another good guy.
“Where are you going? I thought that maybe we could chill a little more?”
The words fumbled out of my mouth at lightning speed, not that I wanted them to. It was an impulse that I could not contain, I had wanted him to stay and there was no denying that. He smiled as he thought of the words just spoken in the bedroom. There I was trying to stay mum on my thoughts, yet they flew out of my mouth with no filter just moments later.
“Well, I was going to head back home today. I was gonna go get my things from the hotel, ask you to have lunch, then head on my way.”
Well at least he was going to have lunch with me I thought as I sipped my coffee.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry. That’s cool, okay, um, I thought, it doesn’t matter. I guess, I’ll see you in a few.”
My words came out a jumbled mess causing me to be embarrassed. I needed to get away as soon as possible. He must have thought that I was off my rocker. I couldn’t talk straight and I damn near ran to my bedroom. Once in there I closed the door and leaned against it waiting to hear the door slam behind him as he left. Usually I welcomed that sound but that day, I wanted to hear the opposite.
I must have stood there for 20 minutes before my feet would let me move. How could I have been such a dumbass? What did I expect? I had just met Lust yet I had already started to build false hope. It never even entered my mind that he would still get up and leave in the morning. It was as if I was in a dream world where only he and I lived, at least that’s how it felt the night before. I was blown, and there was only one thing that I liked to do when that happened. I went to the living room and sat down on the same couch that Lust and I shared. I took the half smoked blunt that we hadn’t finished the night before and lit up. The thoughts of Lust raced through my mind then settling on Breeze. What happened? When did he become such an asshole? There were so many things that I liked about him yet he turned me off when it came to other things. I puffed on my weed and daydreamed about combining Lust and Breeze into one man, god how good would that be? My thoughts ran wild the higher I got leaving me mentally exhausted. I was sound asleep before I could even finish my fantasy.
I opened my eyes and was fixated on the clock. Four fucking 30 and he still hadn’t shown up.
“They’re all the fucking same,” I said out loud in disgust. Then I heard what sounded like the page turn of a book. I slowly turned around and saw Lust sitting in the chair with his foot up on my ottoman.
“What are you reading?” I asked hoping that he didn’t hear my last statement
“It’s called The Art of Deceit by a writer named Fabiola. I don’t really read books like this but this joint is off the hook.”
“What made you pick it up? The cover is what would have grabbed my attention.”
“A friend of mine had it and put me on to it. I’m not done with it but it’s off the hook. It’s about a video girl that goes for broke. She will do anything to make sure she gets with the rich and famous. God help you if you cross her; Tangie is no joke,” he said, while laughing. He went over the book with me although I was only halfway listening. My mind was stuck on my last statement, and I just knew that he heard it. When I focused back on his voice, all I heard was, “There’s this girl named Shamika and she’s fucking with Tangie hard. I can’t wait to see how Tangie is going to set her up.”
“You’re gonna have to let me check that out,” I said, covering that fact that I only heard the end.
“So, I was thinking that maybe we could have lunch and hang out a bit before I leave. There’s a Caribbean day parade going on and I thought that it might be fun. We could have some Jamaican food for lunch and check out the different booths and performers.”
I nodded my head and went to the bedroom to get ready. I wasn’t happy that he had to go but I was going to enjoy the time that we were going to have together. I looked through the bag of clothes that Breeze brought for me and wondered if Lust wanted to or liked to see me in my new sexy attire.
“What do you think?” I asked turning around in an all-black number that Breeze brought with the back out.
“Um, that’s nice but maybe you can try this on.” Lust walked over to where two shopping bags were and picked them up.
“You got me a gift?” I asked, eyes damn near gleaming with excitement.
“Yeah, I didn’t know what your wardrobe was like and this is really a dress down kind of thing. I just wanted you to kind of fit in with everyone there. It’s still sexy but just not with everything showing.”
I didn’t know if I should feel offended or be thankful. I just knew that in the future, I would have to show him that I was not a one trick pony. Shit, he didn’t know me for too long so he shouldn’t just think that I dressed like a whore all of the time.
“When did you have time to buy this?” I asked as I pulled out the contents of the bag.
“While I was driving back here I saw the flyer in my car and thought that we should go. Then I thought about the number you had on last night and I thought, let me stop and pick her up a little something.”
He said this all while laughing but it wasn’t funny to me. I already had one guy trying to change me, I didn’t need two.
“You know what’s funny, the clothes that I had on is what attracted you to me, yet you don’t want to be seen out in public because of how I dress.”
“It’s not that at all, I just didn’t want to be over dressed for where we were going. Trust me; Caribbean girls are not shy when it comes to showing skin.”
“Whatever, I just wish that people would stop trying to change me. That shit is getting pretty old.”
“I’m not trying to fucking change you, goddamn. You just can’t wear that shit anytime you want Jasmine. If Breeze brought you that shit the least he could have done was explain THAT to you.”
He was pissed and I was at fault. I just couldn’t help it, I felt like I was being pulled at both ends.
“Look, you don’t have to wear the shit if you don’t want. I was just trying to be nice; I wasn’t trying to hurt your feelings.”
“It’s cool, I’ll try it on,” I said picking the clothes up and heading to my room. I was starting to regret my outburst and hoped that he could overlook it. In all actuality, what he bought wasn’t that bad. The more I looked at myself in the really short jeans shorts and cutoff shirt, the more I liked it. It wasn’t the skanky clothes that Breeze adorned me with, yet I felt sexy and womanly.
“Okay, I’m ready to go,” I said while picking up my purse and keys.
“Are we taking your car or mine?”
“We can ride in mine,” he answered, and then we left.
*****
We rode in semi silence with me only speaking when spoken to. I held in the contentment and joy that I felt. It made me feel almost normal to be out on a date. It also reminded me of the old days when I would just agree to go out with a guy just to get away from my mom.
“Why are you so quiet all of the sudden?” Lust ripped me away from my thoughts with his question.
“You are fucking crazy, you know that?” Lust was joking when he said that but there was some truth to it.
“Well, a little crazy is okay sometimes.”
“And that’s the fucked up part about it, Jazzy, your craziness is what draws me to you. It makes things kinda fun and I’m sure it will keep me on my toes.”
He reached over and ran his finger through my hair and down to my neck, his hand sent the same chill down my spine as the first time he touched me. For the rest of the ride, we kept our hands on each other. Not sexually but in an affectionate manner. We felt to each other like lovers that still had the same heat between them, and that fire seemed to still burn with lust. I wanted him on top of me and inside of me as soon as possible.
The Caribbean festival was amazing. The food was on point, the performers rocked the stage and the people were mellow. Lust and I had a blast buying art, handmade jewelry, and enjoying music. We walked, ate, and danced as if we were the only two people there. We were never more than one foot away from each other. The heat was felt from more than the weather. We had gotten there at 3:00p.m., and by 7:00PM that night, I was ready to fuck his brains out, but he wanted to stay and see the last performer. The old school reggae singer cooed like a sweet humming bird as our bodies tried to become one. We slow danced and whined to the sound and words of the music.
“I wish you would stay longer, but just like magic you were gone.”
The performer sung and as our bodies intertwined, I felt the words in my soul. I held on to him as if I were losing him that very moment. When our lips met, they went deeper than the touch on the surface. I inhaled everything about him, his scent, his touch, and his love. I felt safe in his arms, I felt wanted, I felt needed, and I felt the affection he had for me. And as the rain started to pour, we and a lot of other people kept dancing. We figured that if the people on stage could endure the rain then so could we. The mood of the day shadowed us as the sun went down and nightfall graced us with its darkness. We sipped on the Jamaican rum chasers as rain drops dripped in our cups, making the strong liquor easier to get down. Once done with mine, I turned around and faced him. I slow whined my hips into him and leaned in to taste his lips again. After a minute of that, I was really ready to go. I took his hand and pulled him toward the car. Once in I jumped out of my seat and straddled him. I kissed his lips and pulled off his wet shirt before pulling my own off. I licked his rain soaked neck as I tried to unbutton his jeans.