A Dominant Anthology

by Ethan Radcliff

  Chapter Eight

  It was a Saturday morning and my tailor was fitting me for a new suit when my cell phone rang. I checked the number first. Holy shit, it couldn’t be… Tory. What did that bitch want? I wasn’t sure if I was going to answer it but, then again, I was curious as to what the hell she wanted.

  I decided to talk to her. “Hello?” I said.

  “Ricardo, how are you?”

  “Tory, are you calling me to talk small talk?”

  “Oh, honey, I never talk small. Since our last little romp, you’ve been on my mind. I need a good fucking. I should’ve thought about this marriage thing beforehand. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.”

  Once I heard Tory, the anger began to build. None of what she was saying should bother me, but I had wanted more from her and had tried to prove that. She had shot me down. Another mistake I’d made was giving her my personal cell number. My own fault; in a moment of weakness, I gave it to her. Once she brushed me off so callously, I never thought I was ever going to hear from her again. I was wrong.

  A wave of excitement also followed the momentary feeling of rage. Was I glad she wasn’t happy? Hell yes, because there was something about the redhead that tugged at me. Was it love? Hell no. Was it desire and lust? Yes, it was. Maybe even a little mixed with revenge.

  “So why are you calling me? Can’t find anyone else to fuck you?”

  “You’re a bastard, but it seems I like bastards. Trust me; I can find plenty who want to fuck me. But I want you.”

  I had finally taken a few days off. For those few days, I tried to get Angela O’Malley off my mind. It was difficult because those twenty-four hours I spent with her, were the best. Then as we parted, she said she’d be calling Sherry, because she wanted to see me again. Angela excited me, but also confused me, and now to add to my confusion was Tory March.

  “Well, Tory, you want me, call Sherry,” I said, knowing that would piss her off.

  “At least we agree on that. If I pay for you then you can’t complain. You’ll be hearing from me.” She disconnected the call and left me hanging. I’d refused jobs before and now I wasn’t sure what I was going to do if she called for my services.

  It took my tailor another twenty minutes to finish with my measurements when my phone rang again. It was Sherry. Did Tory get in touch with her that quickly?

  “Ricardo, how are you? Sorry to call you on your day off, but I thought I’d let you know I have a job all lined up for you when you get back. You’ll need a tuxedo, so I thought I’d call ahead.”

  “Thanks, Sherry. You may be hearing from Tory March or Angela O’Malley. They’ll be repeat clients.” Without realizing it, I let out a small sigh.

  “Ricardo, maybe you should skip those two.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you don’t want to form any lasting relationships with any of these women.”

  “I’ll worry about that; just book the jobs.”

  “Whatever you want, Ricardo, but this job that will be waiting for you when you get back is big, and you’ll be glad to know it’s a true escort job. There are no extra benefits involved.”

  “Going back to the basics,” I laughed.

  “Yes, you could say that.”

  “So you’re going to keep me in suspense?”

  “No, Ricardo, your next client is me.”

  She disconnected the phone, leaving me staring at the phone. Sherry? Life was getting interesting.

  ****

  The tuxedo fit me to a “T.” My tailor had done a great job with the alterations. It wasn’t the first Armani he’d worked on for me. I was ready on time, as always, and a limousine was coming to get me at nine. I checked my image one more time in the mirror and noticed the spattering of silver hairs at my temple. I was getting older, and only had one child to show for my almost forty years on this planet. My son and I were close, but his mother used him against me continuously. She finally told me how she disapproved of my profession.

  The limousine pulled up and I got in. My boss sat there, looking lovely. “Hey, Ricardo… thanks for coming,” she said, kissing my cheek.

  I hugged her. “You look great, babe. Purple is your color.” Her purple evening gown really did set off her coloring.

  “I’m sure you’re curious as to where we’re going. It’s to the Porn Stars annual dinner.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Since when did you get interested in porno movies?”

  “Since always. I guess I forgot to tell you: in my younger days, I was a porn star of sorts. I made seventeen movies.”

  She nearly knocked me off my seat. “Speechless, Ricardo?” she asked, sitting back in her leather seat.

  “I guess you could say that,” I answered.

  “I was something in my day. Gave the best head on film. Could have been a huge star but I got pregnant. After that, I wanted to keep my child away from controversy so it was time to quit.”

  “Smart move,” was all I could answer. Was I a little surprised? Yes, I was. Now we were on our way to a very interesting evening, so I sat back and rubbed my chin. An array of naughty thoughts went through my head. Porn stars… would I feel uncomfortable or in my milieu?

  ****

  The attendees surprised me. They were star-studded. However, that was just the beginning. What nearly undid me was seeing an all too familiar face: Angela O’Malley. I made the connection immediately. She and Sherry were old friends and the reunion they both attended wasn’t a college reunion. They were both retired porn queens.

  “Angela?” I said as I entered and looked at Sherry.

  “Oh, yes, sorry… I guess her past never came up in conversation.”

  “No, it didn’t.” I’m sure she could hear the disappointment in my voice.

  “Ricardo, are you throwing stones?” Sherry said, and the sarcasm in her voice evident.

  “For Christ’s sake, no, but it would have been helpful if I’d known,” I said, gritting my teeth.

  “Don’t worry, love; you did fine. It was, after all, years since she’d fucked anyone.” Again, Sherry’s voice was sarcastic.

  I threw her a nasty look. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?” I asked her.

  “Because I didn’t think it was important. But tonight, I think you’re going to be a big hit.”

  “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, concerned, because Sherry had something planned.

  “Maybe I should let Angela tell you.” She smiled, rather spitefully.

  Now I wasn’t only curious. I was angry. What had these two conjured up? “Then excuse me,” I said and left Sherry standing by herself as I headed for Angela, who looked stunning in a tight, black, full-length evening gown. As I walked through the crowd toward her, she saw me. Her smile was small and almost apologetic. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like what she had to say.

  “What a pleasure meeting you here, Angela,” I said as I came to her side. She was talking to a large breasted blonde. “Hello, Ricardo,” she said.

  “Oh my God, you’re Ricardo. I love your little introductory short trailer. What a cock.”

  “Thank you. Sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” I said.

  “Oh, it’s Valerie Candy.” She smiled.

  “Very nice name; now would you please excuse us?” I said, taking Angela’s arm and leading her away through the crowd. As we pushed through, Angela was approached dozens of times, but I didn’t give her a chance to talk to anyone. We were now in the lobby and I headed for the broad staircase when one of the guards stopped us. “Sir, you can’t go up there.”

  “My wife feels faint; please direct me to the lounge.” The guard directed us down a long corridor to the left of the staircase. Now I was dragging her along. “Ricardo, please let me explain.”

  “What’s to explain? You’re a retired porn star. I feel like a fool.”

  “Let go of my arm and let me explain.”

  “Yes, Angela, you need to explain. What’s this I hear about a new trailer t
hat I’m in?”

  She stopped and turned to me. “It was Sherry’s idea, not mine. She said you would never agree to act in a porn movie, so…”

  “What the fuck did you do?” I said, now leading her down the hallway to the lounge.

  “Oh, come on, Ricardo, you’ve fucked in front of others plenty; why not an audience?” She tried to free herself from me. “Could you stop holding me so tight?”

  “That night, those twenty-four hours…” I thrust her through the doorway, thankful there was no one in there. “You made a video?”

  “It wasn’t my idea. I owed Sherry money. Divorcing my husband wasn’t easy and cost a fortune. I couldn’t go on any longer. I was so unhappy.” She moved from me and sat on one of the couches in the room.

  “She blackmailed you. God damn it. I’m done with her and this fucking life,” I said as I went to punch a wall but stopped, knowing that wouldn’t solve a thing. She flinched when she saw me stop, probably thinking she’d be next. I sat next to her. She moved away from me. “You didn’t answer me. Did you make a video of us?”

  “Yes,” she answered quietly.

  “And they are showing it tonight?”

  “Sherry was going to surprise you with the video. She swore you knew, but I figured you didn’t, not the way you were acting with me that night. By the way, you were amazing,” she said.

  I put my head in my hands. I had to find Sherry so I could stop her from showing that video. Then I heard the sobs. “Come on, Angela, stop the bullshit. Tears will get you nowhere.”

  “I didn’t want this to happen. I begged Sherry.”

  “How much money do you owe her?” I asked, trying to wipe away her tears.

  “Fifty-five thousand dollars.”

  “Jesus, that’s a lot of money. Why so much?” What the hell was I saying? Did Sherry have that kind of money? Who was I kidding? If I had that kind of money, then Sherry certainly did.

  “My ex-husband found out about my past. He threatened to take everything, throw me out into the street. I panicked. I’m no youngster. What man would want me now?”

  “You’re a beautiful woman,” I said, as I used my thumb to wipe a tear from her cheek, trying not to smudge her perfectly applied makeup. I’d meant what I said. From the minute I saw her, I was attracted to her. I was aware she was older than I was, yet it made no difference.

  “He’s an executive with a high-profile company. He was mortified when he found out. I had to laugh. He won’t touch me, or get help, yet he was pissed off when he found out about my past movie career. Then he accused me of being the reason he couldn’t get a hard-on. The whole situation got ugly. I wasn’t thinking straight so I turned to Sherry at the reunion. You see, I was ready to make a few films if they’d have me, to earn some money to pay a lawyer for my divorce.”

  “And Sherry came to save the day. I get it. Still, I’ll help you and I expect nothing in return, just some peace of mind.”

  “I don’t want that video being shown either,” she said, opening the small beaded clutch purse she had with her. She got up, went to the mirror, and grabbed a bunch of tissues in an effort to repair any damages her tears had created. I came up behind her and touched her shoulder.

  “Then we’re on the same page,” I told her.

  “Yes, we are, but Sherry’s got a big stake in this. The porn business is huge and there’s a great deal of money to be made. She swears she can convince you to do a few porno movies. I told her she was wrong.”

  “It’s not happening. You can stay here, do whatever the fuck you want, but I’m going after her ass right now.” I stormed out of the lounge, realizing I had to find Sherry before she set her little plan in motion. I knew Sherry was a devious bitch, but this was pushing it too far.

  “Ricardo!” It was Angela. “Please wait for me!” she yelled as I walked away from her. She ran after me, almost tripping on her gown. She caught her breath. “Maybe I can convince Sherry to promote me. Maybe she can convince the others to let me do a few films, and then she can have all profits. She’ll be paid back in spades and I can be done with all this.”

  “And you think I’m going to let you do that? No fucking way. I’ll give Sherry the money.”

  “No, I can’t allow that. I already got myself in trouble letting someone else bail me out.”

  I turned around and grabbed her. “Look, you’ll do exactly what I’m saying. I don’t give a shit about your past.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “Neither do I, but for the first time in a long time, another person has moved me. You have moved me, Angela, from the moment I saw you.” My hold became gentle.

  “I’m too old for you,” she said, trying hard to hold back the tears.

  “I don’t care. I want you.” Well, I’d finally said what I’d been harboring inside me, my need for her.

  She said nothing. Her eyes spoke the words she couldn’t utter and then her smile confirmed it. Our lips met and our tongues collided, the kiss a deep and meaningful one. I never thought I’d feel such yearning again.

  “Ricardo,” she whispered.

  “Come on, baby, let’s find Sherry and bite her in the ass.”

  She smiled then broke out into a small laugh. “You’re more beautiful when you smile,” I told her.

  We walked hand and hand through the crowd of beautiful enhanced bodies until we found Sherry. She scanned over us and her eyes stopped on our hands. “Oh, fucking great. I suppose the two of you are coming after me?”

  “Something like that, Sherry. Don’t show the video,” I told her.

  “Excuse me,” she said.

  “That video belongs to me and it’s a form of payment. I’ll do whatever I want with it,” she said, acting as if she had the upper hand in the situation.

  “I suppose you think I’m going to accept this and become a porn star?” I said, pulling Angela close.

  “That was my hope,” Sherry said, never taking her eyes off us.

  “Sherry, you’ve done a great deal of crazy, fucked-up shit, but this does take the cake,” I said amusingly.

  “Yes, I have, but you must admit it’s brilliant.”

  Angela held my hand tightly. I could feel the anger welling inside her. She moved closer to me and surprised me. “Sherry, Ricardo has offered to pay you back your money. I can’t let him do that. I’ll work off what I owe, but I won’t stand for you trying to blackmail him.” She held her head up and smiled, but that wasn’t going to happen.

  “Sherry, you can do whatever you want with that video; I really don’t care. I’m not going to act in any films and neither is Angela. I’ll pay you what she owes you.”

  Sherry smiled at me. “You know I’m going to show it and I know you’ll come around.”

  “No, in fact, I quit. I’m done with all this bullshit. Come on, Angela.” I wound my arms around her and we headed for the main entrance.

  “You’ll be sorry!” Sherry shrieked at me. “You’ll be back!” she screamed.

  Angela and I kept walking.

  Chapter Nine

  We sat at my place, drinking wine and talking.

  “You really don’t need to do this for me. I’ll find a way to pay her back,” she said.

  “I want to do this and I want to get to know you better,” I said, smiling.

  “Do you?” she said softly as she rose from my couch. She now was before me, kneeling. I had to smile broadly. I knew her intent, and she was very good at what she was about to perform. She unzipped my trousers and ran her tongue over her bottom lip.

  “Mmm, I think I need some sweetness,” she said as her soft hands took my cock out. Her tongue skimmed the rim and all I could do was gasp.

  “Christ, Angela, you do have the best tongue,” I said, closing my eyes and laying my head back.

  “And you have the best cock,” she said as she sucked it down her throat. Her head bobbed up and down as she let her saliva drip from her mouth and down the sides of my hardness. I let her take control
, and she gave me one of the best blowjobs I’ve had in years. She sucked my balls and took my cock down her throat as far it would go. Her lips and teeth teased me unmercifully, bringing a silly smile to my face. She made me harder than I’ve ever been and knew how to hold me off, making my orgasm spectacular.

  But our evening didn’t end there. I swept her up into my arms and into the bedroom. We stripped off our clothes and climbed onto my bed. I began a torturous journey down her body with my mouth. I didn’t want to miss a blessed inch and I didn’t as I got to my true destination: her pussy. I opened her lips and let my tongue explore her wet interior. Her moans told me I was creating some delicious havoc within her.

  “Ricardo,” she moaned. “Oh God, so good, so wonderful,” she whispered.

  Her body gave way and her juices increased as her hands grabbed at my hair. She rose off the bed and shuddered, her actions telling me she had indeed reached her first orgasm. I couldn’t wait another minute as I came over her and entered her. I thrust hard repeatedly inside her and let my cock jerk and empty my semen into her. It was now that I realized she was too old to worry about an unwanted pregnancy.

  As my body relaxed on hers, I rolled to the side, taking her with me. We had much to discuss, but as far as I was concerned, it was all good. I was done with escorting and wanted to spend time with her, letting what I felt inside grow. I held her close and whispered,

  “You okay?”

  She cuddled closer. “More than okay, Ricardo. I hope you are, too. Tonight will change both our lives, you realize that.”

  I looked down at her lovely sex-flushed face. “Angela, you say that with a bit of trepidation. I finally see that it’s time for a change. How long am I going to do this? Sell myself to the highest bidder? I want more but I’ve never met anyone I wanted to share that with.” I kissed her lips. “That is, until I met you.”

  She moved away from me slightly. “Me?” Then shook her head. “I can’t give you children. I’m too old…” She stopped and I could see the tears welling in her eyes.