PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans (44 page)

As I was talking to Tyree I was getting pissed, and I could heard Blaze mumbling just loud enough for me to hear him. “I’ll take you.”

“Never mind, Tyree, don’t even worry about it. Blaze can run me down to the store real quick.”

“Thanks Blaze, you’re all right sometimes,” Tyree replied.

“No problem,” Blaze responded.

We got in Blaze’s Silver Range Rover and headed to the nearest super market, but halfway there Blaze pulled over on a side street. He parked the car but didn’t turn off the ignition.

“What are we doing here?”

“Finishing what I started,” Blaze said as he took off his seatbelt and leaned over so he could finish sucking me off. He must love my dick because he was worshipping it as if it was the best thing on Earth. As much shit as I talk about Tyree cheating there I was getting some of the best head that you could imagine. Oh, well, Tyree was probably back at the house doing whatever with whomever, so I felt even better about it. Besides I was still pissed about Tyree making me do everything that day, so that was the relaxation that I needed.

Back at the house I put away the weed for later, and I filled the coolers back up with ice, and then put the rest in the freezer. As I was closing the door to the refrigerator Karma appeared out of nowhere scaring the shit out of me.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Now you out of all people should know, you never sneak up on a black man like that. You’re lucky I didn’t come across your face with a quick right hook.”

“Look at me Jamar. Would you hit this face? Really?”

He was starting to remind me of Tyree and how conceited he was when he first got into porn.

“If you run up on me like that again I just might.”

He did just that too. He ran up on me to the point that I thought he was going to kiss me again.

“What is up with you?” I had to ask. “You play too much,” I said as I softly pushed him away from me.

“You don’t play enough.”

I wanted to change the subject again.

“Anyway I heard some good things about you. I was told your first movie was off the hook and that it should be a hit with the freaks.”

“Oh, yeah, it will be for sure. Breeze already said I’m about to be the next best thing and one of the top, if not the top earner here.”

A Breeze speech that sounded oh so familiar.

“Oh, wow, the top spot, huh?” I asked sarcastically. “I’ll have to check out this movie of yours, and see what the buzz is about, and see what you can do.”

He stared deeply into my eyes for a brief moment before saying, “Take me in one of your bedrooms and I’ll show you what I can do.”

“Wow. You are funny.”

“I am, but I’m not joking right now.”

I stopped and stared at him to see how serious he was. He never took his eyes off me. He was one bold young man.

“I’m serious!” he said breaking the silence.

“Wow, I’m flattered Karma, and you are hot but I don’t think that’ll be a good idea.”

“If you’re worried I’ll run my mouth, I won’t,” he said so innocently.

I did want to fuck his bold ass, but after already feeling guilty about what I did with Blaze my conscience didn’t need anything else piling up on it.

“It’s not that. I have a man who is in the basement shooting pool with our friends. How fucked up would I be to fuck someone in our new home during our housewarming party?”

He chuckled before saying, “Pretty fucked up when you put it like that.”

“See. Thanks for understanding and feeling where I’m coming from.”

“Sure. I’ll just wait to show you what I can do on Wednesday.”

“Wednesday? What are you talking about?”

“Breeze liked what I brought to the table so much, that after we wrapped up my first movie he asked who I wanted to work with next. I told him…you,” he said with a smirk on his face before walking away. For barely being eighteen this dude had some nerve but he was sexy with it. I was shocked but turned on at the same time. Now I was the one who needed a drink. Before heading outside I took two shots of Patron to loosen me up and grabbed a Corona out the cooler. As I was about to head over to the girls to fill them in on how my day was going I heard Tyree talking to Breeze. I didn’t expect Breeze to show up, and I only invited him because he overheard me talking about it, and I didn’t want to be rude and not invite him.

“What’s up Jamar? I must say you and Tyree have great taste. I like your new crib.”

“Thanks Breeze.”

“I think your living room needs a little something extra so a delivery truck should be arriving shortly to deliver your new 103 inch Plasma flat screen television, and a Blu-ray disc player.”

“Stop playing,” Tyree said. You could hear the excitement in his voice.

“When have you known me to be playing? It’s about time you upgraded from that 27 inch anyway. You’re porn stars, so live like it. You make great money, and should only have the best.”

Not as much money as you make I wanted to say.

“Thanks Breeze. We really appreciate it.”

“No problem. Jasmine’s here, right?”

“Yeah, she’s lying out by the pool,” I replied.

“Okay, well don’t be upset, but I’m gonna have to steal her away. I know it’s her day off, but Larry Ziggerman over at Hardcore Erotica just called and needs her desperately for a shoot in West Hollywood. I told him she wasn’t available, but after he said he would triple her pay…well you know how it is.”

“It must be nice,” Tyree said.

“Well, she’s out back with DeeDee. Help yourself if you’re hungry or thirsty,” I said as he stepped outside. I watched as some of the guys were kissing the boss’s ass as he walked over to Jasmine. I could tell she was pissed because her body language said I’m not going, but I’m assuming after Breeze mentioned the pay her attitude changed because she gathered her belongings, hugged DeeDee, and headed toward me.

“Hey boo, I’m sorry but I have to go, even though I’d rather stay here.”

“It’s cool. Breeze already filled me in. Make that money, girl.”

“You know it. I’ll call you later.”

Her and Breeze left right as the delivery truck was pulling up with Breeze’s gifts. I let them in, showed them where the living room was, and where I wanted everything setup. While they were busy doing that I shot a few games of pool with Tyree and DeeDee, and she was kicking our asses.

“Yeah, you didn’t think a bitch knew how to shoot pool did you?”

“Hell nah,” Tyree replied.

“Bobby used to play back in his day so he taught me a few things here and there on some of our dates. Watch this shot right here, and take some notes Tyree because you might learn something.”

I don’t know how the hell she made the shot she did but I could tell Tyree was tired of losing.

“Man, I don’t even feel like playing anymore.”

“Don’t be like that. Don’t be a sore loser. Go ahead and walk your ass over there and rack ’em up. Let’s play one more game before we check out that new TV of yours.”

After they finished that last game and Tyree finally beat her, although I think she let him win, he was happy again, so we all cleaned up the backyard. It was Saturday night so our guests left to get ready to hit the clubs and party the night away. After we finished cleaning, put the leftover food away, and put the nice gifts we received and gifts cards up, Tyree, DeeDee, and I got high while we watched the roast of Flava Flav on Comedy Central on our new big ass TV. We were laughing so hard that at first we didn’t hear the doorbell ringing. Tyree heard it first.

“Did anyone else hear the doorbell ring, or am I high as fuck?”

“No, I think I heard it too,” DeeDee replied.

“I’ll go look. Somebody probably forgot their cell phone or something,” I said as I jumped up to go check it out. As I was walking toward the door I thought about the party, Blaze, Karma, and Tyree and couldn’t believe the lust pyramid that I had built.

“Who is it?” I yelled when I was close enough to the front door, but no one responded. As soon as I opened the door up wide enough to see who it was my mouth dropped and I froze up instantly. What was he doing here? Why did he come unannounced? Why does he have his suitcase? So many questions were running through my head, but I couldn’t think of any answers. I was shocked.

“Well aren’t you going to invite me in son?”

Chapter 19
 

So this is what being on top feels like.

I turned on my phone and put in a call to the Black Oasis’s owner Gina the next morning and confirmed that I would perform there that night. She told me that she would have my picture and name up in bright lights in front of the club and on a billboard within the hour. She wanted the whole city to know that Jezebel was in town. She also told me that there would be a delivery man with a rack of costumes for me to choose from and a car to pick me up so that I would be on time for my big gig at her club. I thanked her and was told to report to her club at six, I would be on at ten, sharp. After our conversation I turned my phone back off. I didn’t want anyone interfering with my time with Lust. If the world was ending, well that was too damn bad, I wasn’t taking any calls.

“So when did you start doing this?” Lust asked noticing how nonchalant I was about my big day. Little did he know, I was beaming with pride, excitement, and nervousness. I just wasn’t letting it show.

“Not too long. Jamar and that asshole put me on to it just a couple of months back. It pays well and is fast money. About two hours in and then I’m out.”

He smiled at me as if he could see right through me.

“Well, tonight sounds a little different. You may have to work a little harder than you do in L.A. and for much more time. This is Vegas, girl, you’ve hit the big time Jazzy.”

I could tell that he was somewhat being funny. He knew that even though I was playing cool, my heart was in my throat.

“What, you don’t think that I can deliver? Well, you just wait and see,” I said as I climbed unto his lap and straddled him.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, baby, I know you can handle yourself off the pole. That show you put on for me last night was off the hook. But this is VEGAS, and I’m just telling you this because I want you to rock that shit. You gotta come harder, meaner, and longer on their asses down here.”

I could tell that he was in my corner and rooting for me. He didn’t let me know but he had been to that club before and knew that it was much more than your average strip club. It was a border line burlesque Vegas style show that not only turned you on but entertained you with its big show production. And here I was, about to perform with what sounded like only a few hours of practice.