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Vice, Virtue & Video: Revealed
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Bianca Giovanni
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Omnific Publishing
Los Angeles
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Vice, Virtue & Video: Revealed, Copyright © 2014 by Bianca Giovanni
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First Omnific eBook edition, January 2014
First Omnific trade paperback edition, January 2014
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The characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
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Library of Congress Cataloguing-in-Publication Data
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Giovanni, Bianca.
Vice, Virtue & Video: Revealed / Bianca Giovanni – 1st ed
ISBN: 978-1-623420-56-7
1. Erotic Romance—Fiction. 2. Friendship—Fiction. 3. Porn Star—Fiction. 4. New Adult—Fiction. I. Title
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Cover Design by Micha Stone and Amy Brokaw
Interior Book Design by Coreen Montagna
Dedication
For MJ
Chapter 1
James
I’M HAVING LUNCH with my buddy Dave Keegan at The Tap, a.k.a. Tap-a Keg-a Day, everyone’s favorite college burger joint. We used to go here when we were in high school to flirt with hot college girls from the state university. Now Keegan’s just finished his first year there and I’m living in California making movies, but not the kind you see in theaters. They’re mostly of the XXX Internet video variety. I’m back in town to visit my family and my best friend, Lola, who’s graduating high school in two weeks.
Lola is a frequent topic of my conversations with Keegan, since he’s had a crush on her since she was about thirteen. Not that I blame him. Lola’s really pretty, and she always has been. I’ve been her friend since I was nine and she was six, so I’ve watched her grow from a scrawny little girl into a full-fledged hottie. In fact, I’ve spent a lot of energy cock-blocking dudes who’ve tried to fuck her. She’s really special to me—pretty much the only girl in town I haven’t slept with—and I don’t want some asshole to break her heart.
“I saw her at Genova’s Pizza a couple days ago,” Keegan says, interrupting my nostalgic moment. “I think her tits are even bigger. And she was wearing these little short-shorts. Fuck, dude!”
“Come on!” I chuckle. “That’s Lola, man. How many times do I have to tell you that you shouldn’t think about her that way?”
“Whatevs.” He smirks. “She’s hot as fuck, and you know it. Just because you haven’t fucked her doesn’t mean no one else should get to.”
“That’s exactly what it means!” I laugh loudly. “Just focus your horny bullshit on some other chick. There are thousands of them at your school, and I can tell you firsthand that some of them are fuckin’ crazy in bed. You’ve always enjoyed my sloppy seconds,” I joke, referencing the zillions of former flings that Keegan swooped in on after I was done with them.
“I know you have a ‘special’ relationship with Lola, so I promise I won’t try to bang her,” he teases.
“Fuck you! I do have a special relationship with her, dude. She’s so sweet and innocent. She’s just, like, this perfect little fairy or something—like a fuckin’ Disney princess.”
Keegan laughs hard at that description, and I know I sound like a total pussy.
It’s hard for me to put my feelings into words when it comes to Lola. I love her a lot, but not in that way. I get all weird with her. I don’t want guys to look at her, touch her, flirt with her, or fantasize about her. Keegan and my buddy Joey always used to talk about how hot she was, and it made me want to kick their asses. I feel possessive of her. She’s my little treasure, and it’s like I don’t want anyone else to discover her. She’s the only girl I know who isn’t spreading her legs for just about anybody, and I’d like to keep it that way.
“All right, all right, man.” Keegan chuckles. “I won’t touch your girl.”
“She’s not my girl…but thanks.”
“You worried about prom?” he asks with a smirk.
“Why?” I reply, even though I already know where he’s going with this.
“You know, she’s gonna go to prom with some dude, and we all know what happens on prom night.” He makes that little circle and poking gesture with his hands that symbolizes sex. “You gonna freak when she gets that cherry popped?”
I cringe at the thought. Not my pristine little angel! The thought of some dude having awkward, possibly drunken, thoughtless, post-prom sex with Lola is just…unnerving.
“Dude,” I whine, “don’t say shit like that!”
He laughs loudly and watches me squirm. He knows how psycho I get about Lola having sex. I just can’t bear the thought of some asshole using her and dumping her. I know how that goes; I’ve done it before myself, but at least the girls I was with were all pretty experienced and knew the deal going in. Lola’s pure and sweet. She deserves to do it with someone who loves her. I’ve always felt that way.
“She’s not gonna give up her V-card on prom night; she already told me that,” I reply to Keegan.
“How do you know?” His lip curls into a smirk, and I can tell he’s trying to provoke me, like the little shit-starter that he is.
“She’s going with Marcus Montoya,” I explain. “She said she’s going as his beard because he’s not ready to come out to his parents, so she told him she’d pretend to be his date. He’s meeting his boyfriend there, so I don’t think I have to worry about him.”
“What about the other dudes there?” Keegan eggs me on.
“She’s only going for, like, twenty minutes. I’m picking her up, and we’re gonna hang out because she said she doesn’t want to participate in ‘that archaic, teenage mating ritual,’” I quote Lola’s exact words.
“So she’s spending prom night with you?” Keegan gives me a smart-ass glance that carries a big implication.
“Fuck you!” I laugh.
“Hey, I’m just saying, girls get all horny around prom,” he teases, “and you’re a fuckin’ porn star now, so, you know, one thing might lead to another—”
“Not gonna happen.” I shake my head.
“You’ve thought about it, though. Don’t try to bullshit me. You know you’ve thought about fucking her before. Shit, I know I have. I’ve still got images of her in that little-ass bikini stored in the old spank bank.” He grins at me as he taps his temple.
“Dude! That’s Lola! Don’t jack it to her!”
He smirks and holds up his hands. “All right, all right. I’ll take her out of the lineup…for now.”
“Good. Stop jerkin’ off to my best friend.”
“Yeah, yeah.” He shrugs and rolls his eyes.
Our leggy, blond waitress comes over and asks us if we’d like another beer. Keegan seems pretty stoked because both he and I are under twenty-one, but the girl never carded us. We tell her yes, and she looks me up and down before she goes to get us two more beers.
“How do you do that
shit, man?” Keegan asks me when she’s out of earshot.
“Do what?”
“How do you charm the fuck out of girls like that? You’ve said, like, four words to that girl and she wants to fuck you. How?”
“I don’t know. Jedi mind trick?”
“For real, man, how do you make all these girls go crazy for you?”
“Whatever!”
“Okay, first of all,” he says like he’s getting ready to explain some scientific theory, “that chick’s way hot. She looks like she should be working at Hooters and not this place. Second, she’s been eye-fucking the shit out of you since we sat down. She gave us free nachos and then she served us beers without checking our IDs.”
“Dude, they hardly ever check IDs here.” I shrug.
“Bullshit! You’ve just got it like that, man. Girls just, like, lose their shit around you. You’re like Justin Timberlake or something.”
I throw my head back and laugh at that one.
“You could totally fuck that girl if you wanted to. She’s DTF, dude. She wants you bad.”
“Nah, I don’t know about that,” I modestly reply. It’s kind of true though. I probably could hook up with our waitress. She really has been throwing it at me this whole time.
“Here you go, guys.” She smiles as she returns with our beers. She gives me a flirty glance as she sets the beers on the table, and I return it with my sexiest smile.
“So what about you, man?” I ask Keegan, who still seems in awe of my interactions with the waitress. “I’m sure freshman year treated you well in the chick department. Those out-of-state girls don’t know you’re a fuckin’ idiot,” I tease.
Keegan laughs and nods his head. “I do all right. The Beemer and the Rolex certainly don’t hurt.”
I snicker. Just like in nature, guys have to use what they’ve got to get chicks. Keegan’s not a bad looking guy, average height with light blond hair and a sort of stocky build, but he plays the “my dad is rich” strategy, which girls seem pretty into. My family’s about as middle-income as it gets, but I’m six-foot five, two hundred and ten pounds and girls have always thought I was good looking, so I’ve been able to get laid even when I was broke as shit.
“But come on,” Keegan says, smiling, “nothing I get even compares to what you’re getting out there in LA.”
A grin spreads across my face. I’ve been very, let’s just say, fortunate with California girls. So fortunate, in fact, that I’ve been able to build an entire career out of having sex with beautiful women.
“You did a movie with that redhead, right? The one who did the webcam stuff?” he asks eagerly.
“Yeah, I had a scene with her.” He’s talking about Amber Blaze, a starlet who got her start doing cam shows on her website before moving up to the big league.
“She’s super famous,” Keegan adds.
“She’s cool, too,” I reply. “And she’s smart.”
He snickers, probably laughing at the idea that a porn star could be considered smart. Normally, I’d rush to Amber’s defense, but I know he doesn’t mean it in a dickish way, so I let it slide.
“Does that webcam shit make good money?” he asks. “’Cause I heard that girl has bank.”
“It can be really profitable. A lot of it depends on the girl and the show. The crazier the shit they do, the more they make.” That’s sort of the standard with porn in general.
“When you were doing that show with that blond chick, you were doing okay,” he points out.
I sort of fell into porn, as unlikely as that sounds. I was out in LA going on auditions and shit, but I wasn’t booking a lot of work. I met this girl who was a stripper-turned-camgirl, and we had a little thing going on. She let me crash at her place for a couple months and pretty soon she asked me to be in her show, since she knew she could make more money for actual fucking as opposed to just her playing with herself. We started doing shows together, and the cash started rolling in. The freakier we got, the more money we made, and she decided she wanted to move up the ranks and try to sign with a real production company. We managed to sneak our way into a party thrown by a major production company, and that was where I met Rick, the owner of Sin Cinema. The rest, as they say, is history, and I booked my first job about a week later.
“You’ve got some money in your wallet these days, but you still drive around in that piece of shit car.” Keegan grins at the thought of my car, making me laugh.
I have enough to buy a decent car, but I love my ’96 Honda Civic like a person. “Don’t rip on Pansy, dude!” Yes, I’ve named her Pansy, mostly in an effort to beat my Suburban-driving brother to the punch when it came to making fun of my car.
“I doubt you could sell it anyway. That back seat’s got too many different bodily fluids on it,” he teases. “If they took a black light to that shit, they’d have to call in a hazmat team.”
I crack up, but I have to nod my head because it’s true. Pansy’s seen a lot of action.
Just then, our waitress comes over again and asks us if we need anything else. I’m anxious to wrap up so I can go see Lola, so I say no. She gives me an ultra-hot smile and hands me the check. When I look down at it, I see that our total is zero and she’s written her number and her name, Megan.
“Check it out.” I grin as I show Keegan.
“Okay, dude,” he exhales with his jaw flapping open in shock. “What. The. Fuck?”
I snicker at his reaction before I shrug my shoulders.
“Can I just be you for, like, one day?” he whines.
I laugh harder. No matter how many times shit like this happens, Keegan’s always been in awe of my ability to hook up with girls.
“You’re gonna call her, right?” he asks.
“Probably.” I shrug. She’s cute and she was coming on way strong, so it’s basically a sure thing.
“Just promise me something, dude,” he says all earnestly. “Promise me you’ll ask her if she has a friend for me. Hook me up, dude!”
I laugh hard and nod my head. “It’s a deal, man.”
Keegan and I finish lunch, and I give Megan a smile as we head out. It’s about time for Lola to get out of school, so I say goodbye to him, hop in my car, and head to her house. I pull up in front of the Caraway mailbox and take a quick glance at my house next door. My parents aren’t home yet, which gives me some time to hang out with Lola before I have to go over there and do the whole pretending-that-I’m-a-struggling-actor-not-a-porn-star thing.
I walk up to Lola’s porch and my heart’s racing. I’m already so psyched to see her. I hung out with her almost every day for a little over a decade, and I miss her like crazy now that I’m in California and she’s still back here.
I ring the doorbell, and I can hear footsteps inside. I get a fluttery feeling in my chest when the door opens. My beautiful angel! Really, really fuckin’ beautiful. Lola’s looking straight-up gorgeous, even more than I remember. Her hair’s hanging down to her waist in those big, soft curls I’ve always thought were so pretty. Her honey brown eyes are all wide and sparkly with happiness. Her full, luscious lips are curved into a huge smile. And her body…wow! When I left she was wearing kind of baggy clothes, but now she’s got on little jean shorts that show off her sexy legs and a white tank top that’s clinging to her tits. Goddamn! She looks fuckin’ amazing!
“Miss me?” I grin at her.
Chapter 2
Lola
“AH!” I SCREAM when I see James standing on my porch.
“Come here!” He smiles and reaches out, grabbing me around my waist for a huge hug. He twirls me around in a circle and kisses my cheek a bunch of times. I’m smiling so wide my face hurts as I wrap my arms around him tightly. I’ve missed him so much it’s insane!
“You look fuckin’ great, Lo,” he says fondly when he puts me down.
“You’re not looking so bad yourself there, stud,” I tease, and he looks down with adorable modesty.
He’s looking fantastic, actually. His ha
ir is even longer than it was before—those lustrous, chestnut waves brush his shoulders now. He was usually clean-shaven in high school, but he’s got a little facial hair going on, and it’s drawing major attention to his lips, which have always been one of his best features. His tan makes his hazel eyes look greener, and his arms are more cut than they were the last time I saw him. He’s clearly been hitting the gym and enjoying sunny Southern California.
“You’ve been working out, I see.” I give his bicep a little squeeze.
“A little bit.” He grins and flexes his muscles. “You’re lookin’ pretty tight these days too, kid,” he teases, playfully patting my butt.
“Yeah, I don’t know if you know this, but I’m totally a hot chick now,” I pretend to boast.
“I noticed that.” He chuckles. “And I’m guessing all the guys in town have noticed it too.”
I roll my eyes. “Come on.” I motion for him to step inside. “Let’s at least get into the living room before you give me the sex lecture.”
He laughs and follows me inside.
Before we get past the kitchen, he wraps his arms around me from behind and pulls me close against his chest. I lean into him, and he bends to rest his chin on the top of my head.
“All right, all right,” he says, “I won’t give you the sex lecture. I know you’ve heard it a thousand times.”
“Good.” I smile, resting my arms over his hands on my waist. “I’m a senior in high school, for Christ’s sake! Do you know how many health classes and Lifetime movies I’ve sat through in my life? I don’t need to hear about all the pitfalls of teenage sex.”
“I know you don’t,” he says, letting go of me and rotating my shoulders so I face him. “You’re the smartest girl I know, and you don’t take anybody’s shit, so I know you’re not gonna let some dude take advantage of you.”
I smile proudly. He’s battled with it for years, but it seems like he might finally be accepting that I’m growing up. He’s been so protective since we were children, and it’s sweet, but it can also drive me crazy. He has no qualms about banging anything with tits, yet he constantly tells me not to even make out with anybody. It’s hypocrisy, but hypocrisy with the best intentions.
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