Brotherhood In Blood

by J. E Hanson

  My eyes bulge out, once I see what the male porn star has. He’s freaking me out, because he’s freaking huge! I’ve never seen penetration on regular cable channels.

  Ian makes sure they show it all. I’m still in shock over the enormous porn star. He’s almost as long as a ruler is and wide as a fencepost. My legs clench together tightly. I feel sorry for the poor girl. She’s not screaming as I expect her to do. The woman howls, and she begs him, to fuck her harder. She’s definitely enjoying her romp. To my fascination, one penis looks like a mushroom, and another has a sleeve over it. I quickly wrote that down on my list of questions to ask Ian. I really cringe watching her sandwiched between two men. A third man walks over to her, and slams his penis in her mouth. I’m sure; I won’t need the Karma Sutra book anymore. It surprises me that this girl has sex so violently, and she enjoys this. All of the performers are full vampires, so they move in a blur—unlike mortals.

  The innocent princess checks herself at the front door. My morals left me far behind, and I have no pride—or dignity left. The bondage videos cause me, to research sex toys on the side. I’ve never heard of these toys before. They use a spreader bar. Who actually uses this stuff?

  One scene causes me, to clear my throat a few times. I watch a man wear a leather suit from his head to his toes. A woman chains him from the ceiling with gold handcuffs. The same woman sprays his leather suit down with water. To my amazement, the woman zaps him. He moans with enjoyment from the zaps. After zapping him a dozen times, the woman hangs up her wand. She jerks his penis out and starts sucking it.

  “Amy, how are you feeling?” Ian asks with a worried look in his eyes.

  “I’m sorry, but my water ran through the wrong pipe,” I apologize to him, and continue to watch.

  The woman across from me, wears a crimson leather dress with enough holes, to reveal her legs speaks up, “Amy, must be playing the part of the sexy librarian. I really dig that.”

  After four hours, all of his files have labels on them, and I transfer his files back to him. The long-winded meeting ends. Now, we have to take a porn tour. As his assistant, I follow Ian to a room where they film porn. Ian submits his own ideas to his staff. He wants more “money shots.” The “money shots” are when the cameras focus in on their genitals. He informs me which notes, to write for him. It has to be hard for the men, to stay hard the way they do. Another woman sits in the corner of the room with a man, and she works on him for the next sex scene. Ian watches it live then gives the thumbs up sign, when he believes a scene is perfect.

  Ian stands beside me. “Do you have any opinions?”

  I shake my head no. After you see one sex scene, you lose all interest. My vagina chose to run away, and she’s screaming for the hills. She refuses to play with the team anytime soon. I will remain a virgin forever, especially after viewing the man with the enormous cock. Ian never calls them penises. He refers to call them cocks.

  Ian pulls an eight-hour day. As we finish up for the evening, Ian plays lookout, and he escorts me back inside the corridor. Ian takes my wig and glasses. He shoots a worried expression. “Do you think less of me?”

  “I think you’ve successfully killed every thought of sex, I’ve ever had. I need to see it, and figure out how things work. Now that I know, my vagina just left the building, and she’s never coming back. My virginity will remain forever intact.”

  “Sex isn’t that bad. There are muscles, you know. They need, working out too.”

  “I just have one tiny question. What’s the deal with some looking like mushrooms, and the others looking like they are in hiding—hopefully you catch my drift.”

  Ian places a hand over his face, and he shakes his head in disbelief. “You’ve got to love virgins. One cock underwent a circumcision, and the other is intact. There are different types of cocks that all men have. It’s just like women, who have different sizes of breasts.”

  “Thanks for teaching me the differences in cocks. The man, who has a ruler for a cock, makes me want to cringe. That looks so incredibly painful!”

  “You will stretch to fit him. That part doesn’t stay small, chick. By the way, that’s my best star on the payroll. The ones I originally wanted on my payroll are even bigger than him.”

  “Who the hell could be bigger than that guy?”

  “I would tell you, but I have been sworn to secrecy,” Ian chuckles.

  I enter the “good side” to reveal that nobody is here.

  ~~~***~~~

  The second day starts without a hitch, and I’m still playing the role of “Amy.” The wig remains intact and my list of questions for Ian increases rapidly. After working for Ian, for four hours, I left the dark side, to rejoin the light side. I found out that I’ve accidentally missed one of Christian’s meetings. Leo informs me that his girlfriend had to step in for me yesterday. Everyone remains quiet as I walk through the living room. My stomach growls, so it’s time to eat something.

  A note waits for me on the fridge, and it’s from Christian. “I have no idea where the fuck you are, but I need you at eight for another emergency meeting. If you are not too busy with Ian, I would really appreciate your attendance.”

  I glance at my watch, and realize that I have precisely thirty minutes left to spare.

  “I hope he isn’t that angry!”

  My library outfit switches out for another summer dress. I try to hurry. I take a seat next to John, who already takes notes. I keep my poise, and fire up my laptop. My hand does a quick run through my hair. Chris’s face changes, when he notices me. He’s wearing another expensive business suit, but I stop paying attention—or try not to. Ian's files exchange, for Christian's files. The only instant messages I answer, are the ones pertaining to his business accounts. I evade all the questions about Ian. The meeting ends after two hours of boring finances, and what they can improve on. Ian’s businesses catch my attention span more than Christian’s businesses do. After all, it isn’t as if my boyfriend will strip out of his suit anytime soon.

  He stops me outside his business meeting. “Where have you been?”

  “I had a job to do for Ian.”

  He rubs his temples. “Are you seeing Ian?”

  “I know it looks really bad on me, but I’m not doing anything inappropriate with Ian.”

  “I really do not appreciate the time you are spending with Ian lately. In the past two days, you have been with him.”

  “You’re not serious! There’s nothing going on between us! I don’t understand, where all this jealousy is coming from?”

  Christian jerks his jacket off, and he unbuttons his shirt. I try to talk to him, but he ignores me.

  “You shouldn’t accuse me! You should know, or feel that I’m telling you the fucking truth!”

  Christian yanks his shirt off, and he changes it for a shirt. I try to stop him, but he slams the bathroom door, to put his shorts on. I wait patiently on the bed for him. He rejoins the bedroom, and he puts up his suit. He causes me to panic.

  I try to grab his attention, “You believe me, right?”

  “I will let you have your alone time with Ian. I need to leave for a while to think. Ian seems to be the one, who you want lately.”

  Christian places his off-white tennis shoes on, and he grabs his car keys. I beg him to stay with me, but he slams our bedroom door behind him. The tears flow wildly down my cheeks. I crumble to the floor, and want him to come back to me. I remain in a tight ball on the floor until the next morning.

  ~~~***~~~

  Ian knocks on the door the next morning. “Hey, it’s Ian and are you okay?”

  “I will be ready in a few.”

  He left my room, so I can shower and change. Christian forces my hand. In my vampire ways, the ivory minidress is the one I will wear today. My hair remains down with my usual makeup on. The laptop is back in my arms. Ian waits for me in the corridor with a wig. I shook my head no, and he left the wig in a bag.

  He grins at me. “It appears, I have a new
person working for me now,” Ian teases.

  “This is the normal me, and I’m okay with my sexuality. Please open me up, to more sick and twisted shit.”

  Ian laughs at my joke, and he holds out his arm. We march inside his boardroom together. The vampires instantly kneel on the floor. I quickly motion for them to stand up. The woman wearing a skin-tight red dress starts to freak out. All of them have non-disclosure agreements in front of them to sign. Ian made these in advance for me. Zane is in shock, when he notices that I’m sitting at the board table.

  Ian hands Zane the non-disclosure agreement to him. “Jeannie, works for me, and she has been working for me, for the past two days. You can’t tell anyone.”

  “I will sign it, but only, when you answer my question. Are you two dating each other?” Zane asks.

  Ian and I stare at each other with amusement in our eyes. “We are definitely not an item, and we are just friends. I’m doing this as a huge favor, and in return, I receive my dream house. It is up to you, if you believe us—or not. I’m telling you the honest truth, and I have nothing to hide,” I answer him confidently, and Zane signs the paper.

  I fire up my laptop, to switch out Christian’s files for Ian's files. To my surprise, there’s a lengthy message, waiting for me in my inbox, and I quickly read it. “I am sorry for making you upset, and that was not my intention. I felt your pain, and it had to be for me. You did not do that for Ian. I do not tolerate liars. I am happy to find out; you are telling me the truth. I miss your gentle touch for the last couple of nights. I am sorry for playing the role of a jealous boyfriend. I understand if my jealousy is too much for you. Please, tell me that I still have you. Let me know, if you still want me. Please meet me at the house that you wanted. Ian already told me everything, after I put him in a headlock. I wanted to kill him until he told me that you were only working for him. I got the truth out of him; especially; when I almost ripped his fangs out of his mouth. I never want to see you with anyone else, but me. You are the only one I want, and I have no clue why. I think I am falling in love with you, Jeannie. I know I am typing all of this in a message, but I was not exactly in a talking mood last night. If this is the only way I can grab your attention, then I am willing to tell you how I feel right now. When you were not here after my meeting, I searched for you. I was even more upset, when I saw you exit Ian’s car. The jealous side of me reared its ugly head. The point that I am trying to make, is that I overreacted and I am sorry.”

  I quickly respond and type, “You should learn to trust me more! I don’t want anyone, but you!”

  Ian changes the movie, to hybrids versus vampires. I want to laugh, but I’m unable to. Zane constantly shifts in his seat, and he looks uncomfortable.

  I notice, by her movements, and her fangs that she’s another hybrid vampire. A dirty blonde shows himself along with Mr. Ruler. She stands upright, and this time Mr. Ruler takes her innocence away. The gross factor was when the dirty blonde licks the after effects off Mr. Ruler’s cock. The girl seems like she’s in pain until an hour later. She’s sandwiched between both guys, and she moans for more.

  ~~~***~~~

  I notice my email, and Chris already wrote me back, “I am sorry, and you are right. I should have trusted you more. Will you please forgive me? I also want to fuck you though.”

  Every single nerve, fires up inside of me. “When will that be? I’m ready and have been waiting patiently for it!”

  Ian has a better hold on things now. Now, he has flow charts, and he can see how much he’s actually making. He conducts his meeting with efficiency this time. Instead of meetings lasting all night long, he finishes his meeting in two hours. I take mental notes of the women entering the porn industry. Ian yells at one of the girls, and he tells her not to hurt the merchandise with her teeth. He keeps reminding her, to use her lips only. I’m still trying to figure out, how she’s able to deep throat Mr. Ruler. There are tons of questions, more than there are answers. The meeting ends and I chose to ask another woman personal questions. I have never thought of asking my sister these questions. The antsy leather dress woman is the best candidate to ask. I wait to ask her my embarrassing questions until the others leave.

  I tap her on the shoulder. She wheels around on her heels. “I’m so sorry, Princess! I had no clue that it was you yesterday. Will you please forgive me?” she apologizes to me, and asks me a silly question.

  I sit down on the edge of the table. “I have a few really embarrassing questions that I need to ask. I hope you can answer some really personal questions, if you don’t mind.”

  “You can call me Eve. I’m all ears, so go ahead and ask me, honey. There’s not a question that I’m unable to answer,” she smiles and hugs me.

  “Is there a difference between a guy who is cut, and a guy who is uncut?” I know I’m lame, but I had to ask that question.

  “You’re obviously still a virgin. There aren’t any questions that are too embarrassing for me to answer. But, my first advice to you is to save it for the one who is meant to have it. There are so many girls, who rush into things these days, and they carry a lot of emotional baggage. I’m a much older vampire, so I’ve seen it all, and I’ve done it all. There’s no difference for a woman. To me, it’s the same feeling, but for him it would probably feel better if he remains uncut. I had more moans from the uncut men—versus the cut men. The same applies for men, who are small. In addition, men who are like Shawn, whom is rather large. They all still have to work it the same way. I’ve had my best orgasms with the smaller men though. Men should never worry about what the Creator gave them. I love all types of men. I love it when they sweat, and I love it when they’re extremely confident. You’re one lucky girl yourself, because you have twelve remarkably confident men, who have the best of intentions.”

  “Thank you and I will keep what you’ve said in mind. I have a few more questions though. Why do women, do the whole bondage thing? Why do women take it in other areas? How did that girl… you know… take it in her mouth?”

  “Didn’t your parents—or friends ever talk about sex with you?”

  “My parents were prudes, and I’ve never heard of all the other stuff. I’ve only seen what’s on cable television, and I’ve never seen the things that I’ve seen these past two days.”

  “There are women that love to please their men in a variety of different ways. One of them is oral, another is sexual intercourse, and of course anal. All are perfectly normal things, and there’s nothing wrong with having a variety of sex. I call those types the extra spices of life.”

  “Does it hurt back there?”

  “I will be honest with you. Anal takes a lot of time to adjust. You have to prep the back door, so to speak. That’s why we have lubricants and anal plugs. We use other sex toys too. All are acceptable forms of foreplay. Bondage is for a little more advanced couples—or people. I need to make it clear to you that not all men and women practice bondage. There are people out there, who honestly believe that sex is only for procreation. You won’t believe how many vampires still feel this way. There’s nothing wrong with a little bondage every now and then, to spice up the bedroom. As for oral sex, this also takes practice. Nancy had to practice with different men and objects, to be able to do what she does. She’s the one, who can deep throat Shawn. Shawn is the guy with the large cock, and he’s a vampire.”

  “I have just one more question, and I’m sure I will ask you more in the future. Does it hurt the first time?”

  “If he knows what he’s doing, you will have the most beautiful night of your life. If he sucks, it will also be extremely memorable. I always tell women to choose men, who know what they’re doing. They can turn you into the best lovers, because they are more open to doing things with you, versus a man who remained a virgin. There’s nothing wrong with a virgin, but it’s better to work less in the end. If he loves you, you will know that also. If he’s there for a short time, you will know that too. My rule of thumb is this… if he holds you
all night then he wants to be there. If he looks for an excuse, to get rid of you, after you’ve done the deed, then he won’t stick around. Be careful of the pretenders, and there are a lot of them out there. The pain only lasts for a short time, but if he knows what he’s doing, then he will make your first time explosive. Are there any more questions?”

  “I’m sorry for taking so much of your time, and thank you for giving me the answers that I need.”

  “I have nothing, but time my dear Princess. I love sex, and there’s nothing wrong with loving sex. I love to talk about it too. I wouldn’t be in this business, if I hated it. I would do something boring instead. I will give you my phone number just in case you have any more questions, you need to ask me.”

  Eve punches her phone number into my phone, and she saves it for me. She walks out with Shawn, arm in arm together.

  I peek at my laptop to see Christian's latest message, “What is taking you so long? Why are you not here? Do you still want to be with me? Am I too late?”

  I send one last message to him, “I had to ask a few questions that I needed answered. I will be there shortly.”

  I close my laptop and walk in the corridor. He surprises me, by leaning up against the wall. His legs and arms are crossed. The door opens to the right, and Christian follows right behind me. He’s wearing casual clothes today. He chose a navy shirt with a pair of tight blue jeans. He wears his slate cowboy boots under his pant legs. It is hard not to notice how amazingly hot he looks today. My laptop lays on the bed. I try to find the words, but they are stuck in my throat.