PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans

by Joseph, Fabiola;L. Ramsey, Matthew

  I was preparing the hamburger meat when Tyree walked in the kitchen. He was looking at me like what do you want, I need to get back to my game.

  “Did you invite him over here?”

  “No, he said you invited him. He’s cool as shit; we’ve been playing the new Mortal Kombat game and getting high since he got here.”

  “WHAT?” I was shocked. I couldn’t believe he lied to Tyree. “That dude is a little off. I never invited him here. As a matter of fact, he invited me out to eat, but I told him we were having dinner together, and you mean to tell me he showed up to our house anyway. That’s fucking crazy if you ask me,” I said as I shook my head while stirring up the meat.

  “Jamar, why are you over reacting?”

  I couldn’t believe Tyree thought I was over reacting. I turned around so fast that I almost knocked the meat off the stove, because now I was pissed and I had an attitude.

  “I JUST FUCKING TOLD YOUR ASS WHY.”

  “Damn baby, calm down. You’re wrong. I was just messing with you. I called Blaze earlier and asked him to bring us an ounce. He was busy, and since Karma had his truck, he sent him over here with it.”

  “That’s fucked up, Tyree, you got me, and now I feel stupid.”

  “I don’t want to say you should feel stupid, but you definitely should feel bad. It’s late so go ahead and make enough for all of us. I’m sure he’s got the munchies and hungry too.”

  “Are you sure? I thought we were going to have a nice dinner alone.”

  “Yes, I’m sure. We can do that some other night.”

  I felt bad for having negative thoughts about Karma at first, but then I was really disappointed. It had been a few weeks since Tyree and I had a home cooked meal alone. I took my time, preparing, seasoning, and cooking everything now that I was cooking for three. I didn’t know if Karma would like my cooking, but one thing that I knew for sure was they weren’t going to be the only ones enjoying their dinner high. I walked into the living room, officially invited Karma to dinner, and then I grabbed the ashtray with their blunt in it, that they were letting burn, wasting it, while they played the game.

  “I’m taking the rest of this because you could’ve at least rolled me a blunt Tyree. I’ve been in the kitchen making a delicious dinner, which by the way will be ready in a few minutes,”

  I said as I walked back toward the kitchen.

  “You got it,” I heard Tyree say right before they laughed me out.

  I finished cooking the food, tasted it first before serving it, and it turned out just the way I like it. I thought we were all going to eat at the table and talk like regular folks, but they decided to eat in the living room while they watched the game. It seemed like Tyree had found a new friend. I’m not into sports so I ate at the table alone while I checked my email, and replied back to some fan mail. After I sent about the thirtieth e-mail saying, “Thanks for the love and support. Krave.” I came across an interesting e-mail that said, “I met you before at one of your club appearances, but I would love to officially meet you, and spend some one-on-one time together. If it leads to anything else so be it. Money isn’t an issue, so just name your price.” I was curious to know who it was. I've met so many people at club appearances that it would've been impossible to figure it out on my own. I e-mailed whoever it was back saying, “Who is this? I'm definitely interested and curious to know who you are. Are you a cop, detective, or someone trying to entrap me in anyway?” As I clicked on the send button Tyree walked in asking about the cake.

  “I'll cut it now, and bring it in there to you.”

  I cut Tyree and Karma each a big piece of cake, and put the rest away. I was too excited about the e-mail that I wasn't hungry anymore. Tyree turned into the biggest pothead I know, he was rolling another blunt as I sat the plates down on the coffee table. They were still watching the Lakers play, so I headed back to the kitchen with their dinner dishes. As I put the dishes in the sink my BlackBerry alerted me that I received another e-mail. I looked and it was from the same e-mail address, daddiesboys@yahoo.com Damn, that was quick; I thought it would take at least a day or two to get a response. He replied, “I don’t feel comfortable saying who I am in writing, but you can trust and believe that I do not work for any type of law enforcement, and I’m not trying to entrap you. What you should know is that I’m a very wealthy man. Also, please don’t be offended when I say this, but I would love to hire you as an escort. If you’re not into that, then please accept my apologies. I would still enjoy spending the day with you either way. Yours Truly, P.V.”

  P.V. had my full attention, whoever he was, but at the same time I was still nervous about meeting him. As an escort, I’ve never gone alone; Tyree and I were always hired together. I thought about it for a while as I replied to other emails. Finally I came to the conclusion that I didn't really need the money, and I didn't want to meet him alone, however I still felt bad for turning him down so I thought if I gave him a ridiculously high amount he'd turn me down instead. I also wanted to make some strict rules hoping to turn him off, so I replied back, “My fee is $50,000, I'm strictly a top, and I don't kiss, rim, or cuddle. Also, I will only be free Saturday afternoon till Saturday evening. Let me know what you're interested in doing before we meet…IF we meet.” Before I could send the email Karma walked in the kitchen with their dessert dishes.

  “I must say, Jamar, that food was really good, especially the cake, it hit the spot. My grandmother would say you put your foot in it.”

  “Good, I'm glad you liked it.”

  “The only thing that was missing though was you. I couldn't believe you didn't eat with us, and left me in there. I was stuck watching basketball, YUCK-O. I was bored out of my mind. Thank God for the weed.”

  I didn't see that coming. Every time I walked in the living room they seemed like they were having fun and enjoying themselves.

  “You should've eaten in here with me then.”

  “I wanted to but Tyree seemed like he needed a friend. Don't get me wrong, he’s cool and all, but he's such a man's man, literally. He wanted to play video games, and watch sports. I was waiting for him to start talking about cars and shit. Shoot give me a blunt, a good book, put on some reality TV, a funny movie, or some porn and I'm entertained.”

  “Well Tyree was telling me earlier that he likes chilling with you and thinks you’re cool.”

  “Yea, I know.”

  “How? Did Tyree tell you himself?”

  “No, I overheard your conversation, so I also know you thought I was a little off and crazy.”

  WOW I WAS BUSTED! Why the hell was he even listening? The more I thought about it, I was convinced he was a crazy.

  “Anyway I’m not crazy. Maybe a little crazy about you sexy, but Blaze just sent me a text saying he needs his truck back so I have to go. I wish I could stay the night, but I have to get home to my man.”

  “Your man? Since when?” I asked.

  I was confused, because I knew Karma and Blaze were cool, but I had no idea they were dating. As much as Blaze gets around and likes to bottom I didn’t think Karma would be his type of man.

  “Oh, Blaze didn’t tell you he let me move in with him? We’re basically dating. Hell, you should know better than anyone else, nobody is going to date a porn star unless they’re in the porn business themselves.”

  “No, Blaze definitely didn’t tell me that.”

  “Well, I’d rather date you, but I guess Blaze is cool for now. Anyway thanks for dinner, speaking of which I didn’t have the kind of dinner I wanted with you, but technically we still had dinner together. I can always find a way to get what I want.”

  “Bye, boy,” I said as I watched him walk out the front door. His weird ass was starting to get on my nerves. I was happy to finally see him go. I walked back over to my cell phone and replied back to P.V., and just like the first one he answered me right back. I pictured some rich pervert sitting at his desk anticipating my responses. I hoped he wasn’t too disappointed, but to
o my surprise he said and I quote “I’d feel like the luckiest man alive if you spent the day with me.” He made it known that he wanted us to get to know each other, have lunch, have some drinks, do some lines of coke, then go down to his dungeon themed basement so I could dominate him and make him my bitch. He insisted on sending a stretch limo to my house to pick me, and he’d have the cash for me upon arrival. I wasn’t interested in doing lines, so I knew I’d have to bring a blunt or two. I told him to have the limo service call me so I could give them my address, because I didn’t feel comfortable with him knowing where I lived at. Besides pretending like I was raping Karma, I’ve never been rough or dominated anyone so I knew it was going to be a challenge, but for fifty thousand dollars I knew I was going to put my “acting” skills to good use. I had a few days to prepare for what I had in mind.

  *****

  The next day started out like any other day in the life of a porn star, wake up, work out, shower, then suck and fuck on cue for what seems like hours, but if you’re anything like me you love it. I filmed my scene early in the morning so by the time I was leaving, the afternoon crew was arriving. I saw Jasmine and DeeDee looking over the call sheet. DeeDee looked like she was about to lose it and bust a gut, while Miss Jasmine on the other hand looked like she just read an old friend’s obituary, and was devastated. Before I could say anything DeeDee called me over.

  “Oh, my God, Jamar, check this shit out.”

  When I read Jasmine and Tanya’s name on the same line I started to die, not because it was funny but because it was shocking. I know Mr. Cappello didn’t cast that shit, so why would Breeze do such a thing, knowing how much they hate each other? I tried to stop laughing but every time DeeDee let out her contagious hearty laugh I’d lose it some more. Jasmine looked at us then stormed off. I started to feel bad for my friend, because I put myself in her shoes, and I’d probably quit before I allowed Breeze to make me work with Ebony.

  “Aww, come on, Jazzy, don’t be mad. We couldn’t help it.”

  After she confirmed that she wasn’t mad, and was going to go through with the film, I looked at DeeDee with the did-I-just-hear-that face. She confirmed by saying, “Oh, I got to see this shit.”

  After a long day I was so ready to leave, but for once I didn’t want to hear the gossip, I wanted to witness it. I followed DeeDee to the set and talked while Jazzy and Tanya were in hair and makeup.

  “Do you think she’s really going to go through with this? Jazzy doesn’t even like girl on girl action, let alone with that big bird looking bitch.”

  “Hell if I know, but I ain’t gon’ miss it, and I wish someone would tell me to leave the set. I'm a flip out and beat a bitch like Chris Brown up in here.”

  “Damnnn, DeeDee, you’re serious. Watch out now.”

  “No, you don’t understand Jamar, Tanya’s known to tell everyone who isn’t working on the film to get away from the set like she’s the director or the H.B.I.C. up in here, when we all know Breeze is the head bitch in charge. As soon as she comes out, I’m going to give her the don’t-even-try-it-bitch-cuz-I-ain’t-going-nowhere look.”

  “Well fuck it, if you’re not leaving than neither am I.”

  “No, you’re good. Jasmine will have our backs if it comes to that.”

  Tanya walked out of hair and makeup first as if she owned the place and as she approached the set she stopped, and then started to say something but when she saw DeeDee put her hands on her hips and give her the I-dare-you-to-say-something-bitch face, Tanya just rolled her eyes and walked over to the side of the set to look over the script. Fifteen minutes later, Jasmine walked out looking fierce. She was wearing sexy, form-fitting lingerie with some hot Christian Louboutin, shiny, black Lady Peep platforms with the signature red bottoms. Tanya looked good, like every other typical female porn star, but she couldn't even be compared to Jasmine. All the crew members instantly stopped what they were doing and were damn near drooling over Jasmine. I'm sure they were wishing and fantasizing they were the guy about to have sex with her because I could see that some of them already had hard dicks in their pants. Jazzy although sexy, looked serious and focused as she walked onto the set without even noticing us or anyone else. DeeDee and I looked on as she got into it with Breeze about the script, you could definitely feel the tension between those two. Breeze was being a dick as usual. Jasmine finally acknowledged us and walked on over. She let it be known that if she didn’t like the way things were going she was walking out and leaving. I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t want to see that happen, but at the same time I was hoping my friend didn’t do anything stupid. I’d hate to see her get fired, or pay a huge fine. As I stood there and watched I couldn’t believe how good Jasmine’s acting skills were. If I didn’t know any better I would’ve thought she was enjoying every minute of her interaction with Tanya, until Tanya rammed the biggest black dildo I have ever seen inside her. Even though Tanya looked like the Devil in disguise I don’t even think Hell could predict she was going to do that. Jasmine screamed so loud that it echoed throughout the warehouse. Everyone charged the set to help her, and I wanted to as well but DeeDee said she was about to kill that bitch so I had to grab her before she charged Tanya.

  “Where’s my cell phone? I need to call Bobby, that bitch is trifling and needs her ass beat,” DeeDee stated as she grabbed her cell phone out of her purse.

  One of the crew members ran off the set to get the nurse as Breeze was yelling, DeeDee was screaming, Jasmine looked like she was in so much pain but scared to move, and Tanya’s evil ass was acting all innocent like she didn’t do anything wrong. I stood there staring at the dildo stuck inside my friend lost for words, and didn’t know what to do. I knew I wanted to take that dildo and shove it down Tanya’s lying throat, but I knew that wouldn’t look good on my part.

  I tried consoling Jasmine as much as I could in the nurse’s office, while I was convinced Tanya did it on purpose. It was on tape for God’s sake, anyone who watched the film could see the hatred in her intentions. I turned away as the doctor removed the dildo, but made sure to stick around with her as long as she needed me. I would’ve stayed there with her all night if she asked me to. DeeDee joined us and made sure Jasmine was okay. She said she was going to get Tanya back for Jasmine the first chance she got. A little while later DeeDee got a call, Mr. Cappello needed to see Jasmine in his office. Now why in the hell would anyone make someone with a torn pussy walk to them, let alone up some stairs? I started to tell DeeDee to call him back and tell him they needed to have the meeting in the nurse’s office, but Jasmine stopped me and insisted that it was fine. Jasmine asked us to watch her purse until she returned. I started to make small talk with DeeDee as she walked away, but DeeDee cut me off.

  “Watch Jazzy’s purse. I need to get something out of my locker.”

  I waited and wondered what was happening up in the boss’s office. I was hoping he was firing Tanya, but I had a hard time believing that was possible since that was Breeze’s main piece of ass. I started to text Tyree and let him know what was going on when the sirens started going off. Another crew member ran into the nurse’s office yelling.

  “Nurse, I think we need you on the set again. DeeDee is fucking them white girls up.”

  Damn I can’t leave that girl alone for a second without her getting into it with someone. I ran out behind the nurse but as I saw the crew members pulling the girls apart I realized I forgot Jasmine’s purse and missed the good shit anyway, so I headed back to the nurse’s office to wait for Jasmine. I passed Breeze, Tanya, and Mr. Cappello running toward the warehouse, so I expected to see Jasmine any minute. When she finally came back into the nurse’s office she was walking slower than usual. I could only imagine the pain she was in. I filled her in on what little bit of information I had about DeeDee fighting. I expected DeeDee to storm in and tell us all about it, but what I didn’t expect was Jasmine pulling stakes of money out of her pants.

  “Where in the fuck did you get all of tha
t money Jazz? Did you make them pay you for what Tanya did to you?”

  She filled me in on what she did, and what she intended to do with the money. I was shocked. I couldn’t believe my friend had the balls to steal from Fantasy Pictures after everything they’ve done for her, and was going to frame Tanya for it. I understand she was mad at Tanya, but I thought she was crazy. This wasn’t the Jasmine I knew. I thought all of those pain pills were forcing her to think irrationally. I paced the room trying to decide if I was going to help my friend, or if I was going to stay out of it. My life was perfect, so I didn’t want to do anything to compromise it.

  “Come on, Jamar; if I’m gonna do this, I need to do it now.”

  I turned around and saw that Jazzy was still in pain, and that there was no way she was going to be able to do this on her own without getting caught if she didn’t have a look out. FUCK!!!!! She was lucky I loved her. I held the purse full of money, as I waited impatiently outside of the woman’s locker room as she checked to make sure the coast was clear. I was starting to get nervous, and was about to open the door and yell for her when she came back out almost hitting me in the face with the door.

  “Quick, give me the purse.”

  I handed Jasmine the purse and was relieved I was no longer in possession of the stolen cash. I couldn’t wait for Jasmine to get it over with so we could get away from there but she obviously needed to rest. She needed a minute before heading back in the locker room, but there was no time for that. I knew I needed to take charge if I didn’t want my friend getting caught, fired, or worst arrested. I looked around to make sure no one was looking before reaching for the purse. I asked her for Tanya’s locker number, and the combination.

  “Locker 11 and the combo is 06-01-78. Don’t leave the purse; just stick the money on the top shelf. Try not to touch the inside of the locker so that you can wipe off the outside of it when you’re finished.”

  The women’s locker room was much bigger and designed differently than the men’s, so I didn’t know where to go. I ran around like a chicken with his head cut off. I didn’t know which way to run. I was panicking and sweating so badly that I actually ran passed Tanya’s locker twice. Once I realized it, I felt like a dumb ass, so I turned around and ran back until I found it. I slowly turned the lock, making sure to get every number right on the first try since I wasted too much time already. Damn, that bitch was messy; it looked like she just threw everything in her locker. I put the money on the top shelf and then covered it up with a couple of the shirts that were on the bottom of her locker. I wanted to make sure if she needed anything out of her locker, she didn’t see the money and remove it before anyone else noticed it. I slammed her locker shut, wiped it down, and then ran out of there like a bat out of hell. Thankfully, no one was around when I finally made it back out. Jasmine smiled at me as I quickly wrapped my hands around her waist and got her away from there. I didn’t want anyone telling Mr. Cappello they saw us hanging around the locker room if anything went down. She looked over at me and even though she was still in pain, she gave me the biggest smile, so I leaned in and kissed her forehead before confirming that it was done.