by B. B. Blaque
“My gut says somethin’ is really wrong with him and it kills me not to know what.” I looked up to the blue sky and couldn’t believe how different L.A. looked from the city. How different he was in L.A. versus the city. “You know I love him. You don’t gotta say anything, I get it, bro code and all. I barely even felt him next to me in bed last night and I at least usually roll into him or somethin’. What time did he wake up?”
Crucifix sipped some coffee and shrugged. “Not sure. He was gone when I rolled outta bed. Ya know . . . time zones and shit. Five is like eight. Late for him if ya think about it.”
All I could do was think about him and wonder what the fuck was up. Sure, he’s a dick, and doesn’t owe me a fuckin’ thing, but his word should be enough. He said he’d be here. I was supposed to be doing a scene with him and wasn’t even sure if that was still a thing or not. Any excitement I had about fuckin’ the famous Rocco Powers was vanishing into the L.A. smog. The star waitin’ to be lit up inside me was so dim it was almost non-existent. It was not the way I wanted to start my career as a porn star.
“Kid, ya better get ready. He left ya a note on the mirror so you’d know what needed to be done. Girl shit, basically. If there isn’t coffee on the set, I’ll go out and bring some back.”
My lying rock was at least tryin’ to be there for me and it felt like old times. FOCUS gone doin’ business and Crucifix on Nixx watch.
I passed Tombstone on the way into the room and he handed off a cup of coffee. There wasn’t time and I figured I’d down it cold on the way out the door. When I got into the bathroom, there was a note written in my lipstick. Shower. Shave. Dry hair. No make-up. King highn-ass, sergant major pain in my ass, had spoken. There was a make-up artist, so I’d just have to go in as diner Nixx and hope they’d turn me into Nympho Nixx Barritt, Porn Star. I did what the note said, downed the coffee, and braided my hair. It was a lot easier than the spackle job I’d been doin’, but I thanked God for big sunglasses and a helmet.
What if they say I’m not sexy enough and sent me home?
Dummy! They can’t send you home! FOCUS and Crucifix are “they”.
“Well, I’m as ready as I’m ever gonna be. I guess . . . whenever you guys are ready, let’s rip off the bandage.” We mounted the bike, Tombie followed in the truck. All my shit had been taken over the day before. It was becomin’ real. When they did the blood test the other day, it was totally feelin’ like it was happenin’. Pullin’ out onto Ventura Boulevard punched me hard. I was gettin’ ready to become a porn star. FOCUS isn’t here. Maybe he’s already at the studio.
Thank God there were all back roads. It didn’t take me long to realize I didn’t like ridin’ on the freeway and surface streets were way faster. When we passed under the 101 freeway on Lankershim, my heart was poundin’. The studio was close and all I could think about was FOCUS and if he’d be there. I knew as soon as we pulled in—no shamrock bike. No FOCUS.
What the fuck? You’re back to the prick you were and worse!
A girl came out when she heard the bikes and was tryin’ to bring me inside before I was even off the bike. “Hi, you must be Nixx. I’m Felicia, Mr. Legend’s P.A. I’ll show you to make-up and she can get you going.”
I started to unbraid my hair and Felicia stopped me. “No, honey, you’ve got a lot of hair and Ginger might wanna keep it out of the way depending on what she decides to do to tame that mane.”
Is that a compliment?
“Oh . . . okay. I’ll follow your lead.” When we got to the make-up room, it wasn’t as special as it had been that first day. She’d transform me, but without him, it was hollow. “I might have a bunch of road grime on my face from the ride over.”
Ginger, a girl with red hair—go figure—handed me a face wipe and smiled. “Don’t worry about it, baby. I’ve got anything and everything you might need.”
The table was full like no other dressin’ room table I’d ever seen. Boxes and boxes of make-up, towels with pots of every color foundation you can think of and enough eye shadow to do up every eye in a stadium. There were pencils, and lipsticks, sponges and brushes. It was a girl’s dream come true. Then there was hair stuff. Flat irons, every kind of curling iron I’d ever seen, and even the one that looked like anal beads. She had a pile of hairpieces in a bunch of different colors and a set of hot rollers she kept checkin’ the temperature on.
“Well, hon, I think to start with I’m gonna put you in the hot rollers. We don’t shoot in order and it’s easier for me to do it up big and then work my way back down to basics as the curls fall out.”
After my hair was bein’ held hostage by the rollers, Ginger started checkin’ the foundations and picked a few she was gonna use. I musta been in that chair for close to an hour and when she finished my lips, she handed me a straw and turned the chair around. “What do you think? Oh, and use the straw. No messing up your lips before you have to.”
That means before suckin’ a dick. Even I get that code.
It was amazing! All of Ginger’s work paid off. No matter what I’d tried to do, it never came close to what she’d done to me. I already looked famous. She put the art in make-up artist. “Ginger, you’re my new best friend! I love it!”
It was time to see how my mane had been tamed and she slowly took out each roller, fluffed and sprayed the curl, and let it bounce into place. My hair was almost bigger than me, but not like the finger in a light-socket kind of way. I could’ve been on the cover of a magazine by the time she was finished. Box cover. Billboard.
Felicia brought me a bottle of water, helped me into a satin robe, and told me that Tombstone had gone to get coffee. Thank fuck Crucifix didn’t leave. I couldn’t do it alone no matter how fabulous Ginger had made me look. When Felicia brought me out into the main studio, there was a guy sittin’ on a couch, playin’ with his phone. He didn’t even look up, just kept doin’ his thing like I wasn’t there.
I hope that’s not Rocco or Drake.
That’s when I met Kane, the director. Felicia was very tight-lipped around him and just quickly introduced us and walked away.
“Hi, Nixx! I’m Kane Legend, just call me Kane, though.” He was tall and really good looking—and very tan. “Did you see the guy you’ll be working with on the first scene? Rocco is over on the couch. I think the two of you will look great together.”
Fuck! That was Rocco. Mr. No Personality.
“I saw him, we didn’t actually meet. He seems busy.” I pulled the robe tighter around me. It was like the first night I walked into The Mounds, except I was much better in heels in the studio. And FOCUS isn’t here. “Which place are we doin’ it in? The bar?”
He laughed. “The bar will probably be the last scene. You’ll look the most natural there and I was told this is going to be a take on your story and how you met the Royal Bastards.” I wish someone woulda told me. It’s kinda cool. I guess. “Don’t worry, Rocco’s nice. You’ll notice most of the male talent will be stand-offish until they’re in front of the camera. It’s all in a day’s pay. You’ll see what I mean.
I kept listenin’ for his bike. I’d know it over any other and the sound wasn’t comin’. He wasn’t comin’. I just followed Kane toward the back and to the set. There was a beautiful Harley sittin’ in front of the corrugated steel. A black leather couch that I hadn’t seen was in front of the silver wall. The champagne room. There were massive lights set up in front of it on either side and red lights pointin’ at the metal. It looked totally badass. I was startin’ to relax. It’s gonna be fun. I look like a star! Fuck him if he’s not here. I felt a hand on my shoulder and jumped to see who it was.
“Kid, ya look nervous. Remember I told you a long time ago that you’d be fine?” Crucifix with his pep talk—I needed it. “You’ll be fine now. I gotcha. When he gets here, he will too.”
Crucifix sat down near the set and some guy came over and started havin’ me pose for pictures with the bike. I was topless, naked, and then they brought over my outf
it for more pics. My nerves were fadin’ away as I did my best not to look like a complete ass tryin’ to pose. When he was done, Kane told me to get dressed and step into the set. That’s when Rocco finally came over wearin’ jeans, a leather vest with all kinds of silly patches, a wife-beater, and boots. He was totally tan, just like Kane, and had short spiked hair that wasn’t even a color I could pick out. Brown? Dirty blond? Too short to tell.
“Nice to meet you, Nixx. I guess we’ll be working together today. Think you’ll be okay . . . I mean, I have a reputation for . . .”
“You can only be Rocco Powers.” I stopped the arrogant prick mid-sentence. “I know. For tearin’ girls. Don’t worry about me, I can take you with one arm tied behind my back.”
Nothin’ like getting’ off on the wrong foot.
It didn’t seem to faze him. He shook my hand and gave me a wide smile full of overly white teeth. Kane came over and broke into the awkwardness.
“Nixx is new, this is her first movie so I’m going to give her the basics.” He turned to me and pointed to the motorcycle. “You’ll be standing by the bike, talking to Rocco. We’ll throw the dialogue in tomorrow. Today, you’re just going to be doing three positions and stills. Make sure you stay aware of where the camera is and play to it, be vocal which is usually easy to do with Rocco, and just follow his lead. In between each position, we stop for stills and then move on. That’s it.”
Stop in the middle for pictures? How would a guy do that?
“What about when he comes? How does that work?” I probably sounded like I was straight outta the fields in Iowa. I always used condoms with tricks but this was different. “Do I swallow or something?”
Kane laughed and led me over to the bike. “No, we need to see the pop . . . the cum shot. He’ll do it on your face. Look like you’re enjoying it. Then it’s a wrap for this scene. Ginger will get you ready for the second one.”
It was like he was checkin’ off a list. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d told me how much time each thing would be. At that point, it just seemed like business. Then Rocco stepped into the set and things started to heat up. Thank Christ! He started off slow, kissin’, teasin’, and then he took out my tits and started to suck on my nipples. Lame! His hand went up my leg and he pulled the black pleather dress up so my pussy was showin’. Now we’re talkin’.
It didn’t take long and I was on my knees givin’ him a blowjob and seein’ just how big that thing was. His cock was a challenge to try to do what I do. The curve was perfect and went down my throat pretty easily. He pressed on my head and I gagged. Kane was cheerin’ from the side and tellin’ me it was perfect. It took a lot, but I finally managed to get my tongue down to his balls and when I did, I looked up to make sure he noticed. He did. I sucked that cock for all I was worth—however many dollars that was for the Royal Bastards—and enjoyed almost every second of it.
They took a few pictures and Rocco managed to stay hard through them all. He bent me over the seat of the bike and started to fuck me doggy and it was amazing. I spread my legs as far as I could so I could handle all of it. I was more than he bargained for and his thrusts got meaner. The harder he went, the closer I got to coming and when I finally did, I howled, panted, moaned, and made sounds like you only hear on a farm. I wished FOCUS was there so I could watch him when I did it. I always love it more when he watches.
The second position was on the couch in cowgirl. He slammed hard from underneath and I met each thrust from above. That’s when he caught my eye and held onto my face. I did the half-mast thing like I did on stage and he snapped at me. “Uh, uh. Don’t close your eyes. I want to see all of it . . . I want to watch you when you come all over my cock.”
Until that very second, I didn’t like the arrogant douche. He was just like any trick only he was gettin’ paid too. Once he locked eyes with me, that was it. The rest of the room disappeared and I got lost in how he was makin’ me feel. Full. Stretched. Incredible. He was worth all the excitement I’d had about climbing Mt. Powers. I lost count of how many times I came, I didn’t worry about the camera, or bein’ vocal. I just let it all roll over me again and again. Then Kane called—Cut!
Motherfucker!
We did all the stupid pictures and I was just grateful Kane hadn’t stopped me smack dab in the middle. I was sweatin’ and needed somethin’ to drink. Ginger had been close by, touchin’ up my lips, but she’d have to do it again. I needed to pee. I needed the break because I’d probably get dehydrated from comin’ so much. Holy fuckballs!
I started walkin’ toward the make-up room and passed another guy—Drake Steel or Tommy Gunn, sittin’ with a girl. She had to be Clover because she wasn’t what I’d call Busty Wonderland.
“Ginger, I’m gonna go out for a smoke. Would Felicia bring me a water . . . I don’t know where they’re hiding.” I took my pack outta my pocket and leaned against the wall to light up. My head was still swimming from the scene. Rocco is a cocky motherfucker but, damn, he can fuck! He’s not FOCUS.
I barely heard a noise and a hand covered my mouth. I know that hand! A pile of clothes were shoved at me and then I heard him.
“Get dressed and get the fuck on my bike. We’re gonna go talk. Now.”
He was whisperin’, but it sounded more terrifyin’ than I’d ever heard. I tossed the robe on the ground and scrambled to put on my jeans and tank top. I wasn’t gonna push him. My boots were pulled on and when he practically dragged me past Crucifix’s bike, he grabbed the helmet and pushed it in my direction. “No talkin’. After watchin’ what I just did, I don’t wanna hear a fuckin’ word. Think about when those girls told you about me . . . how I am when I want somethin’.”
He fired up the bike and talked over the motor. “Remember what I told you? I’m relentless . . . I’m ruthless . . . by any means necessary. You’re gonna find out what that means.”
It was the second time he was kidnappin’ me and I didn’t know whether to be scared to death or over the moon excited.
STRANGLEHOLD
Like a dog with a bone, I’d been chewin’ and chokin’ on Crucifix’s words since I left the studio that day.
Let’s see how ya do when you watch her gettin’ rammed by that Rocco guy.
Pimp who fell in love with his whore.
You wouldn’t be so fuckin’ bent if it wasn’t true.
Nixx and I were gonna iron that shit out before it went any further. I needed to unfuck myself and the more I thought, the worse it got. Seein’ her on that set with some swingin’ dick inside her was more than I could deal with. She was supposed to be just a fuckin’ hole. I’d said it over and over every mile I’d ridden.
Why ain’t it stickin’?
I’d been all over the San Pornando Valley for hours, not to mention almost ridin’ to Vegas. I still couldn’t get right. I needed time with just me and her. When I pulled into the parkin’ garage, she didn’t move. “Get off the fuckin’ bike. I don’t wanna hear a fuckin’ peep outta you.”
She hadn’t seen much of L.A. other than the motel, Hollywood, and the fuckin’ studio. There was nowhere for her to go other than where I wanted. She looked scared, afraid to move, so I grabbed her hand and started walkin’ fast toward the gate. This was gonna be over once and for all and she and Crucifix would both know. We walked down a path and up some stairs until we reached the third floor. When I got to the door, I unlocked it and pushed her inside. “Welcome home.”
Nixx looked around and still hadn’t said a word. It was hard for her to keep her mouth shut even when I got pissed off and that told me how terrified she was. Yeah, technically it was kidnappin’ and had become holdin’ someone against their will—if that was even possible with her.
“Okay, girl, this is how we’re gonna play it. Until we leave L.A., this is home, sweet home. It’s furnished with everything we need. How comfortable it is will depend on how the next few hours go. If it takes longer, I’m good with that too.” I touched her arm and she was shakin’ like a dang l
eaf. Her cigarettes got dropped outside the studio, so I gave her one of mine.
“Girl, this love and jealousy shit has gone way too far and you need to learn your place. Are you my bottom bitch? Yes, the shiniest apple and all that mess. Are you still one of my bitches? Yes. That’s it.”
She took a long drag on the cigarette and looked away from me.
“Oh, what? It was okay to be locked up with Rocco’s eyes, but ya can’t even look at me? Fuck that! Look at me when I’m talkin’ to you!”
Bitch didn’t even hear me pull in she was so lost in him.
Her head slowly turned back to me and when she looked up, there were tears in her eyes. She and Crucifix had to go and push me. If they’d both just left well enough alone, we’d be in the middle of shootin’ Rotten to the Core and then goin’ out to celebrate. Her lips parted like she was fixin’ to say somethin’ and I stopped that cold. “No. I’m not ready to hear you yet. I’m gonna fuck the hell outta that pussy like I never have before. You won’t forget this as long as you live. I’m also gonna tell ya a story.”
I was really just shootin’ from the hip—goin’ with whatever seemed to come in the moment. I’d played it all out in my head a million ways, thought I had it down, and it was takin’ its own course. Ya can’t plan for a fight. It never goes the way you think it will. “Get your ass upstairs, the room on the left.”
That girl hauled ass up those stairs and I stood tryin’ to get my brain to make sense. It wasn’t happenin’. I never wanted to hurt her. I’d avoided that at every turn. Some, like Vicious, I didn’t hesitate to be physical with. Nixx had been different from the word go. She’d twisted, pushed, and gone toe to toe with me and it wasn’t in me to hurt her. Fuckin’ her head and hurtin’ her with my cock were different. She always seemed to feed off of it and so did I. It was the last thing I shoulda been givin’ her and all I needed to push it home. She always folded when I did it and was able to rise to the occasion.