Vice, Virtue & Video: Revealed (The Vice, Virtue & Video Series)

by Bianca Giovanni

“Get outta here!” He gives me a look that says I must be exaggerating.

  “No, seriously,” I say. “To me, the scene isn’t over unless they’ve come at least once.”

  He steps back and looks at me, not saying a word. A huge grin spreads across his face, and he shakes his head as he chuckles. “Jesus Christ, I’m gonna make you a fuckin’ superstar,” he says.

  I laugh, and I’m practically beaming. Rick’s worked with some pretty big-time dudes in the industry, and for him to say that I’ll be a star—a superstar even!—means I really do have what it takes. I might have sucked at school, I might be terrible with relationships, I might not be smart like Lola or rich like Keegan, but there’s one thing I can do better than anybody else and that’s fuck.

  Now I’m inspired. Fuck all my other goals. I’m going for the fuckin’ gold now. I won’t stop until I’m the most famous male porn star in the world.

  Chapter 20

  Lola

  “FUCK,” I WHISPER to myself as I navigate my way through the giant textbook room at our campus bookstore. Why the fuck would the psychology section be so hard to find? I have my syllabus and my required reading list, so now I just need to purchase the books and my focus can shift from looking like an idiot in the bookstore to panicking about doing well in the class.

  “Need some help?” a smooth, deep voice asks from off to my right.

  I look up to see an extremely handsome upperclassman giving me a big smile. I can tell that he’s part of the whole “helping pathetic freshman like me to feel that we’re not completely drowning during our first week of college” crew, and his warm demeanor is very welcome right about now.

  “I, um, I’m looking for the psych area,” I timidly reply.

  “Let me help you out,” he says. “It’s right over here.”

  I follow him and try not to drool. He’s so hot. He stands at about six-foot two, and he’s got broad shoulders and a lean build like a basketball player. I’m totally captivated by his beautiful, large, deep brown eyes. His hair is dark brown and short, his smile wide, and his clothes probably cost more than I earned all summer. Good God, man! This boy is handsome like he should be on the cover of GQ. He reminds me of a preppy, clean-cut Josh Hartnett. And I’m digging that.

  “I’m Nathan.” He smiles as he reaches out his hand once we reach our destination.

  “Lola,” I reply, and I know I’m blushing and batting my eyes.

  “Let’s see if we can find you what you need, Lola,” he says warmly.

  Oh, Nathan, I’m guessing you could find me all kinds of what I need.

  “Which ones were you looking for?” he asks, reaching out for my reading list.

  “Unfortunately there are, like, fifteen on here.” I blush as I hand it over.

  I take a brief glance at the prices on the books, and I cringe. $175, $89, $210—this is outrageous! Ugh, fucking educational scam! As if it doesn’t already cost enough to attend this school!

  “These are the first two,” he says, motioning to a shelf with gigantic, heavy books. I don’t even want to look at the price tags on these. “Looks like you’ve got this one—” he hands me a smaller book “—and this one here.” He smiles, handing me another one.

  “Wow,” I sigh to myself. “This is going to cost me.”

  “They’re pretty pricey,” he says, overhearing my comment.

  “Are there used ones?” I shyly ask. Help me, Nathan, I’m poor!

  “Yeah, you have to look for the ones with the orange sticker,” he sweetly replies, scanning the shelf.

  He patiently assists me in grabbing as many discounted books as possible and even carries them up to the cash register for me. Cute and a gentleman, very nice.

  “Do you need any help carrying them back to your dorm?” he volunteers with a hint of flirtation.

  “Sure,” I reply with a sexy smile—at least I’m attempting a sexy smile.

  We walk through campus, and he asks me about my classes and my suitemates. He’s really warm, and he seems like he’s really listening to me when I talk. I can’t even describe how nice it is to flirt with a guy who can’t be intimidated by James. Nathan doesn’t even know that James exists, so he can’t be influenced by his caveman posturing and territorial behavior. Plus, I learn that Nathan wants to be a lawyer, and his conversation is deep and intelligent—not that I’ve never had deep, intelligent conversations with James. It’s just that Nathan is an Ivy League man, the kind of guy who will get a job based on brains instead of looks.

  My heart pounds in my chest when he asks me if I’m on Facebook. He says he’ll friend me and then tells me he and his housemates are having a party this weekend and he’d love for me to come.

  I’m practically giddy, though I play it cool when I reply that maybe I’ll check it out. A cute guy flirted with me, and I can act on it without James-related consequences! College might turn out to be completely awesome! Maybe I’ll find a boyfriend—a real boyfriend who isn’t my childhood best friend. This could be exactly what I need to finally break me of the James spell.

  Chapter 21

  James

  I’VE BARELY PUT THE CAR in park outside my apartment building when Lexi and Tara hop out. We just wrapped a threesome shoot, and we’re all still horny, so I invited them back to my place. In the back of my mind, I know it’s kind of fucked up, since Chad specifically warned me about recreationally fucking Tara, but I figure having another girl there will show her that I have no intentions of making any type of commitment to her. If I fuck Lexi too, Tara won’t think that she’s got any kind of privilege with me.

  We head in the apartment, and I decide this would be a good time for tequila, though I know the girls don’t need anything extra to get them loosened up. I pour us all some shots, and the girls take theirs. Tara proposes a toast to my cock, which makes me laugh really hard, and we all down the first of many shots of the evening.

  Today’s shoot wrapped late because we were shooting outside at night, but I’m guessing I’m in for an all-nighter with these two. They are the epitome of wild girls. They’re fuckin’ insatiable, and they like going at it with each other as much as they like going at it with me, so I know I’ll get to take a breather every now and then while I sit back and watch the show.

  By about shot number five, we go into the living room, and Lexi shoves me down onto the couch. She starts making out with me while Tara unzips my jeans and starts stroking my cock. It’s not long before my dick’s boxing with her uvula and her loud slurping sounds are turning me on big time. As all this is happening, Lexi’s boobs are in my face and she’s moaning when I pinch and suck on her nipples.

  None of us showered after the shoot and something about that is really hot to me. It’s like we can’t stop fucking, like we’re animals during mating season or something.

  Lexi drifts down my body, and soon she and Tara are alternating on my dick. I’ve had double blowjobs before, and they’re sexy as fuck. One time back in high school, we were all playing truth or dare in Angie Gutierrez’s basement when two girls from our rival high school got dared to simultaneously blow me. I barely knew their names, but they enthusiastically agreed. Everybody was watching as they both got to it, and I think the exhibitionism aspect of it was kind of thrilling for me because I remember looking around the room and really digging the fact that all eyes were on us. Maybe that’s how this whole porn thing started.

  Both Lexi and Tara are now curled up on the couch leaning over my lap as they work me with their hands, lips, tongues, and throats. I take the opportunity to slide my hands down their backs and palm their asses. Tara’s a little bonier than Lexi, but both of them are arching their backs to push their butts up more, and the visual is fuckin’ outrageous. Shit, this might be even hotter than the shoot. They’re both in the same position, like a mirror image of each other, but Tara’s skin is a gold-orange fake tan, and Lexi’s is like a fuckin’ Godiva you just can’t wait to get a taste of. They’re both so hot, and they’re both so int
o this right now. Irresistible.

  They start making out with each other as they lean over me, and then the three of us all exchange one sloppy, frenzied kiss before I nod to the bedroom.

  The girls are giggling as they strip in front of the bed. I stand back and slowly undress as I watch them. Let the games begin.

  They know I’m watching, they dig that I’m watching, and I can tell they’re really performing for me. Lexi gets on her back on the bed and opens her legs really wide as Tara comes over to her. After some making out and a little nipple action, Tara moves between Lexi’s legs and starts going down on her. I defy anyone to find a guy who doesn’t think this shit is hot, and I love hearing Lexi moan about how good it feels. A lot of normal girls don’t get this vocal—but then again, a lot of normal girls don’t put on spontaneous girl/girl shows for their boyfriends. Ah, the benefits of fucking other porn stars.

  They move into a sixty-nine for a little while, but it’s too hot and I can’t sit back and watch any longer. I come over to them, and they switch it up so I’m taking Lexi doggy-style while she goes down on Tara. This is almost exactly what we did in the scene—life imitating art—but I did Tara first on the shoot today.

  It’s only after we’ve been going at it for about an hour and Lexi sits on my face while Tara rides me that my mind starts wandering. I realize how weird it is to think about Lola at a time like this, but she’s always kind of on my mind, I guess. She’ll be here next week, and I’m really excited for her visit. It’s been over three months, and I can’t wait to see her. She said school is going well and she’s made some new friends, which makes me happy. She’s in her element with those smart kids, and she’s exactly where she should be.

  The girls switch positions, and Tara comes almost instantly when I start licking her. She tells me all the time that she loves my tongue, and I lick her into her fifth and sixth orgasm of the evening. Meantime, Lexi’s writhing and panting as she rides me reverse-cowgirl. Both of them are getting really loud and shouting all kinds of porno shit. “I love the way that big cock stretches my tight little pussy!” “Rub your tongue on my clit, baby!” “Harder! Harder! Fuck me!” It’s all very performance-ish, but sexy in this context.

  Shit like this is fun. I’m officially out of my guilt funk, and I’m enjoying every second of fucking these two. Wild girls, that’s my thing. Not innocent, sweet, delicate little flowers like Lola. Maybe intimacy is overrated. After all, sex is really just biology, so why weigh it down with all kinds of emotional baggage? Making love is a myth. It’s just fucking with more eye contact. I don’t need that shit. I need this—crazy, cock-hungry girls who scream obscenities and live for having my cock inside them. Lola would never do that, and I wouldn’t want her to, which just goes to show that she’s not the one for me.

  “Wait,” Tara pants as she moves off me.

  “Uh-huh?” I ask, wiping my mouth with my hand.

  “Lube,” she says.

  “Top drawer,” I say, pointing to the nightstand.

  “I want it in my ass.” She smiles as she reaches into the nightstand and grabs the lube.

  I watch them make out with each other for a while before I get behind Tara and start taking her via the backdoor. Lexi gets underneath her and rubs her clit, and I’m kind of ashamed to admit that I zone out for a little bit in the middle of things. I’m thinking about totally mundane shit, too. Remember to tidy things up next week before Lola gets here so she’ll think it’s nice and not a fuckin’ pigsty. Fill up the tank in case I have to circle the airport when I pick her up. Groceries. And turkey bacon—she’s got that whole thing with pork. What should I cook for her? Will she sleep in my bed with me when she’s here? I hope I get to cuddle with her. That’s my favorite thing to do.

  All these random thoughts are running through my head, and I’m kind of disconnected to Lexi and Tara, but not necessarily in a bad way. I’m still an active participant in this whole thing; I just don’t have to be emotionally invested in it. “Going through the motions” isn’t exactly the right way to put it, but this is almost like muscle memory for me at this point. I know how to shift my pelvis when I’m deep inside them. I know how to work them with my fingers and my tongue. I know how to pull their hair or talk dirty to them, so it’s not even something I have to consciously think about.

  The three of us are sweating buckets, and I can feel my muscles starting to burn from just how long we’ve been carrying on with this. Thankfully, they seem even more worn out than me, and I can tell they’re ready for me to finish, probably so we can all just crash in my bed. That idea is sounding progressively better as I pound into Tara over and over.

  “Oh, fuck!” she wails, her voice raspy from all the moaning. “I’m coming! Oh, God! Fuck meeee!”

  Sweat drips off my forehead and lands on her back as I grab her hips and fuck her hard, fast and deep. It starts building up for me, and I close my eyes and let myself really feel everything.

  “Does that tight little ass feel good, James?” Lexi purrs as she moves to kiss me.

  “Fuck yeah,” I pant.

  “Mmm, are you gonna come, baby?”

  “Uh-huh,” I exhale as another bead of sweat drips off my brow.

  “Pull out and come on my titties, sexy,” she whispers to me as she nudges Tara.

  Both girls turn and flop onto their backs, opening their legs and playing with themselves while I stroke myself to completion. They moan louder than I do when I finally pop, and they start making out with each other as I try to get my heart rate somewhat back to normal. This feels so porno, and it’s almost an exact reenactment of what we did at the shoot today.

  That night, I go to sleep with two hot chicks tangled up with me, and I feel like such a fuckin’ pimp.

  See? My life is rad, even when Lola’s not around me.

  Chapter 22

  Lola

  IT’S FUNNY HOW EVERYTHING seems to move in slow-mo when you’re in a hurry. As I stand here waiting to get off the plane at LAX, everything and everyone around me is annoying the crap out of me because they seem to be taking their sweet time. Take the guy un-wedging his bag from the overhead compartment right now, for example. He smushed it in there so hard that I’m not surprised he’s grunting and yanking at it to try to free it. They really should have made him check it—then he’d be hurrying to get to baggage claim just like I am. I wish this guy with the bag and the mom with her two little kids would get a move on. James is waiting for me at baggage claim right now, and I wish I could harness the power of teleportation so I could jump into his arms and give him a huge hug.

  It’s not like it’s been ages since I’ve seen him, but still, I missed him terribly. I’ve successfully completed my first two weeks in college, and I feel like a different person, a more mature person, the kind of person who’s rational enough to not get sidetracked by her best friend’s spectacular good looks and charm. I can handle it this time. I can look at James and appreciate his gorgeousness while still keeping him firmly in the friend zone in my mind.

  Finally this dumbass gets his bag down and the flow of traffic off the plane can continue. The flight attendant greets everyone with “buh-bye,” and I nearly run down the jetway to get to baggage claim. I’m clipping along in my espadrilles, which were just a bit too summery to wear back in New England but are perfect for Southern California, and I hike my carry-on bag up on my shoulder. Move it, people! My best friend’s waiting!

  Finally, I get to baggage claim, and I spot him immediately. Sweet Jesus! James has always had an athletic body, but his recent fitness kick has taken him from buff-guy-in-your-hometown to buff-guy-who-should-be-in-an-action-movie. He’s built like fucking Conan the Barbarian now! I can see a hint of his chiseled pecs peeking out from his V-neck, his biceps are stretching the fabric of his T-shirt, his shoulders look broader than before, and his chocolate brown hair seems wavier and wilder than before. He’s like a walking romance novel cover: the muscles, the long hair, the swagger that says he could r
ip your bodice and ravish you…or maybe that’s my stubborn attraction trying to break out of the mental cage where I’ve locked it.

  He scans the space, searching for me. A huge, perfect, bright white smile spreads across his face the second his eyes meet mine, and he runs over and throws his arms around me, scooping me up and twirling me around while he kisses my cheek over and over.

  “I missed you so much, kid!” He grins and kisses the top of my head as he puts me down.

  “Same.” I smile. “I was, like, ready to kill people if they didn’t get the fuck out of my way so I could race down here to get to you.”

  “That would have been an interesting news story,” he says, laughing. “KTLA reporting live from the scene where a tiny girl has just murdered six people because she wanted to hurry to see her best friend.”

  “That’s basically what it would have been.” I chuckle.

  “Come on,” he says, patting my butt, “let’s get your shit, and you can see my apartment.”

  As we wait at the carousel for my bag, he puts his arm around me, resting his big, strong hand on my hip. I always feel so small when I’m up against him like this, but I love it. It’s very symbolic of our relationship. He’s big and strong, I’m little and scrawny, but we just click together like we were designed as a pair.

  “It’s that one, the red one,” I say, pointing to my bag as it slides down the chute.

  He grabs it one-handed and pops out the handle, rolling it along as we walk out to his car. He’s parked right outside, and I don’t know how he got away with that. They’re normally so strict about letting unattended vehicles park within so many yards of an airport. I soon realize that the guard at this section of the curb is a woman, and she eyes James like he’s filet mignon. This dude has lived in a hotness bubble his whole life, and he can get away with murder as long as a woman is involved. He’s such a charmer, and a flash of his smile opens doors that would be closed to us mortal human beings. The guy’s a fucking sex superhero, and the old, reliable James Laird Sex Laser Beam seems to immobilize the rational mind of nearly every girl he sees.