by Joanna Angel
Joanna was wiping herself off with a towel that I knew once lived inside the bathroom here. I wasn’t entirely sure how clean it was or how it wound up here, but I wasn’t going to ask. There was a bottle of vodka being passed around between her and some of the Fantasies people. They looked relieved; I felt a certain kinship with them. They seemed proud of my on-the-fly DJ skills. One of them handed me the vodka bottle and I took a swig of it. I handed Joanna her bra and panties.
“Here you go—you don’t want to forget these!” I said.
“Thank you so much for all your help. Everything went great! I can’t believe we all pulled this off!” she laughed. One of the Fantasies men was lounging on the couch, counting sticky dollar bills and putting them into piles.
“What was your name, again?” Joanna asked me.
“It’s Taryn!”
“Well, Taryn, I have had professional DJs who have been doing this for years fuck up my music, and you got it perfectly. Thank you.”
“It was good music! I think I’ll keep it on my laptop and listen to it sometime. I mean, I could use a break from listening to Neutral Milk Hotel, all their songs start to sound the same after a while,” I nervously laughed.
“I used to listen to them when I was in college,” Joanna said. “They’re still around?”
“You went to college?” I asked. Shit. Why did I say that? I mean, I went to college, too, and here I was picking up panties from the floor.
“Yeah, I mean, where else would I learn that lotion mixed with water looks perfectly like jizz?” she laughed.
“You are totally right, I’m sorry,” I answered.
She held up her hand in a forget-about-it manner. She was sitting on the couch completely naked, with her pussy and tits hanging out. I couldn’t help but look at her. I felt privileged to be allowed in this green room, even though they were technically at my work, and I was the only one who had the key to the room we were in.
“How long have you been working here for?” Joanna asked.
“Just a couple weeks.”
“Do you like it?”
“Ah, well, I like it when people randomly barge in here and turn it into a strip club!” I laughed. “But that doesn’t happen often. Or, like, ever,” I said.
“Do people really use these rooms to fuck in?”
“Yeah! They really do!”
“Well, that’s pretty cool!” she said. “Did you ever get to fuck in here yourself?” she laughed and said, as she swigged another gulp of vodka (I really couldn’t tell if she was an old-looking 25-year-old or a young-looking 45-year-old. I felt it was probably better not to ask). The men in sweatpants rolled their eyeballs; one of them started laughing.
“Here we go again,” one of them said.
“Oh, shut up!” Joanna yelled.
“What?” I asked. “Am I missing something?”
“You wanna be in one of her movies?” one of the guys asked.
“What?!”
Joanna leaned in close to me; I could still smell the lotion on her skin. She looked directly into my eyes, fire flowing through her pupils. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to seduce me or eat me.
“I have this ‘on the road’ series, where I film sex scenes with random people when I travel. If you wanna do it, I can give you $700 and it will only take about 20 minutes,” Joanna said.
Seduce me, it is!
I had read articles about sleazy pornographers who tried to get innocent girls into the porn industry. But I never thought that sleazy pornographers could be so attractive and charming and female, and I also guess I was not all that innocent since I was in an adult video store at midnight, and planned on being here for the next six hours.
“So you get to, like, pick people you want to have sex with and pay them for their—time?”
“Yeah! Not a bad life, right? I basically bribe people into fucking me,” she said with a large smile. “I mean, you’re welcome to fuck me for fun, too. And I don’t have to film it.” She laughed. And then she grabbed me and started kissing me. She strongly smelled like scented lotion and money. All the men in sweatpants left the room. I hope they could watch over the store for me. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing here, but I wanted to keep going.
I let myself think of Amanda for a split second, then pushed her to the back of my mind.
After a minute of making out, Joanna threw me down on the ground and lifted my little black dress up and over my head, throwing it across the room. She was aggressive, it seemed, and wasted no time at all getting what she wanted—my bra was next, not at all noticed by her swift hands except as a barrier between her hands and my breasts that she needed gone.
“Ohhhh, I love your little tits!” She looked from my boobs to me with these perfect fuck-me eyes. She arched her back and lifted her ass up in the air as she crawled up my legs. It was almost as though she was doing the same stripper moves she did out there, but on top of me, and I was ok at it. She was attractive but not in the classic or traditional sense. If you looked up pretty in the dictionary her picture wouldn’t be there, but she truly became a completely different animal when anything sexual was going on. It’s like she had a nympho button she could turn on and off, her fist could be in her mouth one minute and she could like, be reading the newspaper the next minute. I liked it.
She slapped my tits rather hard, leaving a giant red mark on them. It stung, the vibrations circling the bulk of my breasts until it faded into delightful tingly pleasure. I wanted her to do it again but I didn’t know how to properly ask her to do that again.
“You like that?” she asked.
“Yeah, I do!” I answered quite honestly.
She slapped me harder, again and again, like a symphonic drum hitting my right and left boob, one after another. She squished my breasts together, leaned down, and licked them, lavishing them with soothing saliva; then suddenly, she bit me! Little nips perked up all over my breast, Joanna putting just the right amount of pressure and pain into her bites. This woman sure knew how to use her mouth! Then she sat up, grabbed the bottle of vodka and took a giant swig of it, laughing maniacally at me as she swallowed. What did I get myself into? I was petrified and excited for whatever came next.
She reached her hands down and slid them underneath my French-cut cotton panties. She briskly moved her fingers around, almost as if she lost her keys in her purse and was blindly looking for them. What was she doing? What was she searching for? Although, maybe it didn’t matter, because her touch was incredible either way. Oh— yeah—that was it.
She found my clitoris—her eyes lit up like a jackpot sign—and rubbed it hard. I started to shake.
“There it is,” she said. She continued to rub up and down and up and down, back and forth and back and forth. This was literally record time of anyone finding my clitoris—she found it faster than I could find it myself, sometimes!
She continued to kiss me, pulling away from my lips every so often to bite my neck and suck on it like a vampire (from her taste in music, I couldn’t be sure she wasn’t actually part vampire). She rubbed my clit harder and my legs began to tremble. She then got bored, I guess, of sucking on my neck because she suddenly pulled away, holding my chest to the ground, took her mouth and went down to my vagina. She replaced her fingers with her tongue, not wasting any time with kisses or teasing, licking faster and with more pressure than a lot of the things that vibrated here in the store. She licked and licked, she spit on my pussy and then continued to lick it. She sucked it hard, tonguing the inside of my lips and then finally my hole, fucking me like her tongue was a dick. It was so filthy and hot, and the more turned-on I got, the more she laughed.
She flipped me over, turning my body with ease like I was a sex pancake, browned on one side, raw on the other. She kept me pinned to the floor, my breasts squished against the hardwood. Not that I wanted to move anyway; I could feel her playing with my asscheeks, fondling them and spreading them apart. Then, an unexpected wetness was on my asshole�
�Joanna was licking it. So this is what an ass-licking felt like! Nerves I had no idea existed were suddenly highlighted to an extreme, sending an entire ocean of pleasure up my spine. She licked my asshole, she licked my clit from the back angle. She took her fingers and stuck them inside of me and continued to lick my completely unshaven asshole. I was so embarrassed thinking about it; the people she was with were probably completely hairless. But she didn’t seem to care. She smacked my ass, and when I moaned loudly in reply, she smacked it harder.
“I’m going to make your ass match the color of my hair,” she giggled and said. She should really use this line in a movie. It was a good one.
She went insane with the smacks on my ass, one strike after another. She put more fingers inside of me—how many could she fit in there? I was so wet, more than I’d ever been, it felt like. Admittedly, more wet than I was with Amanda. A third then a fourth finger went inside me, while she continued to suck on my clit. She curved her hand inside me. I don’t know what the hell she did, but that was the spot. I found myself moaning uncontrollably.
“Are you cumming, you little bitch?” she asked. I softly moaned.
“I SAID, ARE YOU CUMMING?!”
I moaned louder.
She smacked me across the face, harder than any strike she’d given me this whole time, which was pretty fucking hard.
“SAY IT!” she commanded.
“Yes! I’m cumming!” I said. I screamed at the top of my lungs. I had never found myself screaming so loud during sex. This wasn’t even sex, was it? This was just another event, a close up of intensive desire and beyond incredible pleasure. I should have let her film this.
I wondered if Amanda would have watched it.
I shook and trembled and I felt my pussy tense up on all her fingers. I was clenched so tight, I was worried I would snap her whole hand off.
“Good girl!” she said. “Good fucking girl! Keep cumming!”
Joanna shifted the position of her hand inside me and it felt like she found a whole new orgasm. My entire pussy loosened up, and she somehow found room to stick her thumb inside me; now all five of her fingers were inside my pussy. She went in and out and in and out incredibly fast. How were her long, acrylic nails not scratching my entire insides? I don’t get it. She must have had some kind of magic vaginal protectant coating on them. I didn’t get it. I suppose it was a special porn star secret I wasn’t meant to know about. My body was tingling everywhere. There was a big rollercoaster inside of me and I was at the top about to come down. I had reached such an insane climax, I was shaking like crazy, and panting and moaning. Slowly the orgasm began to calm down, descending into a relaxing state. My pussy felt so swollen and amazing. She removed her hand from my vagina and it was covered in juices; they slightly resembled her lotion/water mixture. She put it in her mouth and licked it off her fingers.
“You taste so good,” she said, and she continued to lick her hand until all the juices had been cleared into her mouth. Then she giggled and drank more vodka.
She grabbed a large dildo that was sitting on top of her suitcase. She turned a switch on the bottom of it and it started to glow, like an incredibly sexy light saber. What was she planning on doing with that? Was that for me? In the dark! She spit a large loogie of spit on it and then lay on the floor and spread her legs wide open. She stuck her hand in her mouth and gagged on it, then she stuck the dildo as far down her throat as she could and gagged on that as well. Her hand and dildo were sufficiently full of spit. Was I supposed to do anything here? I was still shaking from my giant orgasm. I felt limp. How could I take any more?
Joanna licked her hand again and rubbed the spit up and down the shaft of the dildo, a hand job with purpose. Then, without any other lubrication, she stuck the dildo in her ass. It went in with incredible ease. Very impressive! Though I noticed her pussy remained untouched. Did she really not want anything at all in there? Should I step in and assist? She had large, meaty lips, and a small but long landing strip.
“Come here and fuck my ass,” she said. She seemed to be doing a pretty good job of that herself, the dildo moving in and out of her anus expertly, but I stepped in and did what I could. I didn’t want to hurt her, though. I had never fucked anyone’s ass before and I had zero experience with doing anything with glow-in-the-dark dildos, and didn’t want to do it incorrectly. Like the former parts of our sex, she had no patience for hesitation.
“Harder!” she screamed. “Just destroy my fucking asshole, I don’t care. Don’t be a pussy!” Joanna yelled. Jeez! I was frightened, yet so turned-on.
I had to give this woman what she asked for, but for some extra safety precaution I grabbed a handful of lube that was conveniently placed on the table. She was a guest in my house, after all; I really didn’t want her leaving with a torn asshole. I am guessing she has to use it quite regularly for her occupation. As the dildo came out, I hastily rubbed lube on the shaft. It became that much easier to fuck her with the glowing dildo. I mimicked what she did to me on my clit and tried to find hers. I rubbed her pussy with my fingers while I continued to fuck her ass with the glowing dick.
“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! YES!” she yelled, her legs spreading more and more open. The entire dildo was buried in her asshole. How did it all fit in there? She was so small! I couldn’t get it any further than it was. I rubbed and rubbed and I just instinctively put my tongue on her pussy because I truly wanted to taste her. Her pussy tasted like peach lotion and dirty money. I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it.
After several minutes of tasting, feeling, and deep dildo ass fucking, she made a very large vocal announcement to me that she was cumming. She trembled and kept repeating it over and over again. A final moan came from her lips, and then I felt everything relax. Did I really just make a porn star cum? That was so cool! I mean, the dildo did most of the work but I was still patting myself on the back.
“You’re fun!” she said between deep breaths. This was the first time I saw her stop and sit for a moment, without doing anything else. We laid on the floor together, both in post-orgasm bliss. It didn’t last too long; suddenly, as that’s how she did most things, she was up, getting dressed, and packing up her stuff.
“So, you’re a pretty amazing assistant. You cued up my music, you handed me my lotion at the right time, you saved my $70 thong, and you have a great-tasting pussy.”
“Well, thank you!” I said. I truly was flattered. I had a lot of fun doing this. I could only imagine what this job would be like in a real strip club and not a room in the back of a porn store.
“I have to come back and dance in Orlando next weekend—just a few hours away. Wanna come help me?”
“Yeah!” I said, “I would love that!” I was sure I could work out the logistics with Sandy and work during the week instead of the weekend. I didn’t want to pass this up.
Joanna quickly packed up her suitcase, putting all the garments of clothing on the floor into little Ziploc bags. She wiped herself off with some baby wipes, zipped up her large bag, and put on her leggings and T-shirt. She handed me a card.
“Text me—I’ll give you all the details.”
“All right!” I said.
“And hey—” I added, “maybe next weekend we can do that again, and, like, someone could film it. If you want.”
“Fuck yes!” Joanna said. “Let’s do it, girly! Wanna walk me out? I gotta get a cab to the airport,” she said.
I threw my clothing back on, and Joanna and I walked out to the store with her giant suitcase. Several of her fans were there and I took photos of her and them. I called her a cab, kissed her good-bye, and watched my sex angel ride off into the sunset. Or sunrise, actually.
I went back into the store. The Fantasies guys did a really good job putting everything back in order; they even cleaned up the stage room for me! They must have left while Joanna and I were fucking, but there was an envelope with Sandy’s name on it full of cash on the counter. I counted it out: $700! There was
also a note in there, addressed to me:
Taryn,
Great job with the talent tonight; Thank you.
U RULE.
—Tyler, Fantasies manager
They also kindly left me a Fantasies T-shirt. It was definitely too big for me now, but if I followed in their footsteps I could eventually grow into it.
It was like a light went off inside me. Not because of the oversized pants, but because of the rush of the evening. I decided that I needed to spend my life mixing lotion and water together, and having sex with more strippers. I’m sorry. I meant: features.
I made a decision, if one could say that; it felt like I didn’t have a choice. If I didn’t go after this opportunity, I would miss my one true calling in life.
I was leaving Dreamz.
Sandy would be sad, no doubt, but she’d find another person to help her with the store. I’d tell her as soon as I could. For right now, I just wanted to celebrate.
I grabbed my phone to call Tyler and accept my new path. I turned on the phone and saw that there were several missed calls from Amanda, and a text message that said “Hey—I’m gonna come see you next weekend!” with multiple happy faced emojis. Something I felt was so out of character for her. I couldn’t believe a porn star coming into my store (and me cumming on her fingers, though she didn’t know that) would reduce Amanda to use eighth grade flirting methods.
“I’m busy,” I wrote back. “And I don’t know when I’ll be free next.”
I watched the dots appear and disappear in the message box. I still missed her, but I wasn’t going to obsess over her any longer. I’d been freed by an angel and I was going to strip club heaven filled with lotion/water cocktails, and shiny panties. I was moving on. On to the next town, the next strip club, the next bottle of cheap vodka. And if I ever look back, it’s gonna be at my own ass, and maybe one day I’ll even put something inside of it.
The End
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