Between A Rock & A Porn Star

by Eileen Green

  “You had us worried to death, baby girl!” JC said a bit harshly.

  Skye looked at him as if shocked. “Why? Is something wrong?”

  “We’ve been trying to call you…” JC began.

  “And text you,” finished Brock.

  Brock watched her look around the room, a frown on her features. “I don’t see my phone. I had it when I left your place yesterday…” she stopped talking then tried to get up.

  “Do you know where it is?” Brock asked, standing.

  “I believe it is in my laptop bag, which should be next to the coffee table,” she was explaining, still trying to get out of JC’s grasp.

  “I’ll get it. You relax.” Brock spoke as he spotted the canvas bag. It looked like it had been through quite a bit. He wanted to buy her a new one.

  He handed the bag to her, which she took with her free hand. JC took the coffee mug from her as she searched the sack.

  “Ah, ha!” she exclaimed, pulling the device out from its hiding place. Before he could sit, she explained. “It’s dead. I never charged it when I got back yesterday. That’s why you didn’t get me. Sorry.”

  “Where’s the charger?” Brock asked, taking the phone from her.

  “On my dresser.”

  Going into the bedroom, he hooked up the device to the thin charger and then looked around her room. Dirty clothes were everywhere, so he went around the room picking things up and putting them where they belonged. He also stripped the bed of the linens that they had made love on the previous day.

  “Did you find it?” she called out from the other room.

  He finished and returned to the living room where he found her looking anxiously in the room’s direction.

  “I found it. I also straightened up your room.” Brock sat down next to JC and pulled Skye’s legs over his thighs.

  Surprise registered on her face while an exasperated sigh escaped her. “You didn’t have to do that! I can pick up after myself. Besides, isn’t that what a sub’s supposed to do?”

  “We wouldn’t expect you to clean up after us, Skye. That’s not what the lifestyle is about, unless you are in a master/sub relationship and that’s something you agree upon.” JC spoke, his lips against her shoulder.

  Brock knew what the skin on her shoulders felt like. Silky, soft, smelling like clean linen. He picked up where JC left off. “Some subs or slaves need that structure in their lives to function. We know you don’t. Besides, we both have housekeepers. You won’t have to do housework.”

  “That brings up a question. But we’ll get to that some other time,” Skye began. “What about the women in your videos that were serving your guests? Aren’t they just there to serve?”

  Brock had to keep himself from laughing for when she used the word serve, or serving, she used quotation marks with her fingers. “So, you watched some of them,” he surmised verbally.

  A bright red hue settled upon her face, neck, and chest. Her eyes lowered shyly. “Yes,” she whispered.

  Reaching out, Brock cupped her chin and brought her face up so she’d be looking at him. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s natural for people to have sex. It’s beautiful.”

  Her hands wrung together in her lap until JC placed the coffee mug on the sofa table behind him and covered her hands with his. Her eyelids fluttered before she revealed in a whispered tone, “I’ve never watched one of those movies before.”

  Expecting as much, Brock had to go about this gently. “And how did they make you feel?”

  Her eyes flew to his, the crystal blue nearly gone save for a tiny circle. In them, he found confusion, excitement, and wonder. He knew she would like them, but he had to let her vocalize what she felt about them.

  As if she was trying to figure out how she felt, Brock and JC watched her. She squirmed in JC’s lap even though he had tried to hold her still.

  She had said she had been raised by her grandmother, and that she was strict. Brock had to wonder if that’s where a lot of Skye’s mental process came from.

  “Um…it…um…” her nerves made her stutter.

  “Don’t be afraid to admit how you feel, Skye. Whether good or bad, we’ll still want you.” Brock moved his hand up to her cheek and caressed it.

  She drew in a long breath. “I liked it.”

  Her voice was barely a whisper and he thought perhaps he had misunderstood her. When JC’s face broke out in a wide smile, Brock knew he hadn’t. He had to hear her again.

  “I’m sorry, little one. I didn’t quite hear you. Remember, communication is the most important thing in our lifestyle.”

  Her eyes met his as her chin thrust forward. Her voice was confident this time. “I liked it. All of it. Even the men on men stuff.”

  That was a surprise. “How’d it make you feel?” Brock had to know.

  “Like I wanted it done to me.” Then self-doubt hit. “Does that make me a pervert?”

  JC hugged her to him as he answered her. “Of course not. It means you’re human and have desires. Luckily, your desires meet a lot of ours.”

  “We can arrange something like what you’ve seen if you wish,” Brock offered.

  She wiggled on JC’s lap and tried to stand, her head shaking. “Oh, no. I couldn’t. Besides, no one would want to…”

  Her words halted before she finished what she was going to say. Brock knew what was going to come out of her mouth, and by the look on JC’s face, so did he. Cocking his brow, Brock had to ask.

  “What was that you were saying, sweetheart? You didn’t finish.”

  Her eyes shifted down to her lap. She shrugged. She knew she was going to be in trouble. “I’m too old. Look at how young those girls are.”

  Brock chuckled. “Good save, little one! However, there are women who are your age in our videos. Some are even older than you.” He moved his head in closer to hers. “And, there are even girls that have meat on their bones in the videos also. Not all of them are skinny or young.”

  “You covered yourself quite well, baby girl,” JC whispered in her ear. “I’d hate to have to start the morning off with a spanking.”

  Her face shaded pink again. “There’s no reason to be embarrassed around us,” Brock said as he swung her feet towards the floor and stood. We’ve seen it all, and lived it all. Now, we want to take you to lunch and then for a ride. You up to it?”

  It was as if a debate was going on in her head as she thought about his question. Finally, she shrugged. “Sure. But, tomorrow, I have got to work on the interview. It has to be ready to go on Monday, and Dwayne would kill me if it doesn’t get done.”

  Glancing at JC, Brock nodded. “Fair enough. Spend the day with us today, and we’ll leave you alone for most of the day tomorrow.”

  “Deal,” she said as she pushed herself up, although JC’s hands on her hips were a big help.

  Brock was certain the man didn’t mind helping.

  Skye opted to leave her phone on the charger. They would be with her and she could use one of their phones if needed. Her small purse was placed in JC’s saddlebags that he had brought up with him, along with a hoody in case it was needed when the sun went down.

  With it being late fall, Indian summer was in full effect, but sometimes when the sun set, especially near the water, it would get chilly. After making sure the coffee maker was turned off, they were ready to go.

  All the way down the elevator, she asked where they were going, but they decided to stay mum until they arrived.

  ***

  Thankfully, the guys weren’t upset that she had taken out the butt plug, for she wouldn’t have been able to ride on the back of JC’s Harley with it still inserted. They did let her know that she would be wearing it later that night which sent a chill through her. She had found that she enjoyed the feeling of it. It sent erotic zings through her body, but mostly to her pussy.

  They stopped at a deli down the street from her place to eat. Once back on the road again, Skye enjoyed the ride down FDR Drive
down the east side. Letting herself relax, she took in her surroundings along with the view of Brock on his Harley.

  Dressed in black leather along with his black helmet with an imposing snow tiger painted on the side, he looked sexy as hell. His long legs clad in chaps hugged each side of the bike and the thought of how strong they were zipped through her brain. Occasionally, he would glance over at her, a man-eating smile on his face.

  The thrill of having him look at her from his bike, along with the feel of more man in her arms was intoxicating. JC was all muscle, even under his leathers. The vibration of the Harley did wonderful things to her insides, almost as if she was being caressed by four hands. Long licks of arousal hummed through her body and she wanted to be back at her apartment, sandwiched between the two of them.

  At the far end of the small island of Manhattan, they headed across the Brooklyn Bridge heading east. At first, she wasn’t sure where they were headed, but then as they got closer to the beach, she knew they were going to Coney Island.

  Skye had never been there, even after all the years of living in New York. She hated going anywhere by herself unless it was for a job, and she didn’t have any friends that she spent time with, so her sightseeing knowledge of the city was quite vague.

  Brock and JC’s excitement flowed like the waves on the beach. Seemingly they both were younger, relieved of their past and their daily duties.

  They parked the bikes in a nearby parking lot and then walked over to the Luna Park area. There, they began their amusement park rides with the Thunderbolt.

  Anxiety built up within Skye as she had only been on one roller coaster in her life, and that hadn’t turned out that well. This time though, she had two handsome men by her side to help calm her nerves.

  As they day wore on, they hit more rides, including the Cyclone. A historical landmark for over eighty years, the line was long to get on, but the guys didn’t seem to mind the wait. Hands held hers at times, or little touches always reminded Skye they wanted to be with her.

  Occasionally, people pointed at them and stared. Several women giggled as they looked their way, and Skye thought it was most likely because of JC and his stardom.

  The sun was beginning to set when Brock suggested she join him on the Sling Shot. Apprehension built up as she got closer to the circular frame with two seats. The attendants helped strap them in before stepping back.

  JC was all smiles from behind the little fence. He blew a kiss at her and then waved just as the carriage shot up. Skye screamed and she heard Brock holler as they hurdled towards the sky.

  A barrage of colors, in grayish-blue, reds, oranges, pinks, and golds were a blur as they flipped over and then the beach came into view, the water a lighter blue at the edge of the sand. Various parts of the amusement park appeared briefly before they hurdled again towards the sky.

  They flew, flipped, and fell several times before they began to descend. Skye’s heart was in her throat, which was sore from screaming, and her breath was slightly short as she finally could put her feet on terra firma again. She was never more thankful to be on solid ground again.

  When Brock was released from his harness, he stood, his body wobbling a bit as he gained his footing again. He grabbed her and hugged her tight as laughter emanated from him.

  Exiting the flight area, JC hugged her and gave a chest bump hug to Brock. “Did you enjoy that?” he asked as Brock ushered them from the area.

  “I did! It was fantastic!” Skye couldn’t contain her enthusiasm. She really had fun.

  “Good. Wait until we go to Disneyland when we go home,” JC said as he put his arm through hers.

  She slowed a bit for that wasn’t a decision she had made yet, but she did like that they wanted to include her in their version of home. A part of that statement frightened her, but also, there was a question for that also.

  Afterwards, they ate hot dogs from Nathan’s Famous and then got gelato from Coney’s Cones. Skye couldn’t remember the last time she had this much fun.

  To be truthful with herself, she hadn’t ever had this much fun. By the time they got back to her house, she was relaxed and giddy.

  They made love to her and made sure she wore a larger butt plug than the previous night before they took their leave. They each programmed their contact information into her phone and then kissed her goodnight. It would be Monday before they were able to see her again due to her deadline, but promised to text her whenever possible.

  Closing the door behind them, she leaned against the door and knew she was losing her heart big time.

  Chapter Fourteen

  It was nearly nine Sunday night when Skye hit the send button to Dwayne on the JC interview. Jason, her cameraman, had sent over the coverage he had from the concert at the club and she was able to edit it according to her article. The guys from the band agreed to Skype interviews, set up by JC.

  Because her mind kept wandering to two macho men that had invaded her nearly every thought, it took longer than she thought it would. Text messages kept coming from each of them, asking if she had eaten, how she was feeling, what she was doing, and when did she think she would be done.

  Brock had gone through her kitchen the first time they had come to visit and knew she didn’t have much food in the house, so she wasn’t that surprised when Thai food was delivered for lunch. For dinner, a gourmet dinner arrived from one of those food delivery services, which impressed Skye. She had never tried the service before and she would surely recommend it to others, if the subject ever came up.

  Sitting back and stretching, she wondered what she should do for the evening. She was tired, but didn’t want to go to bed so early. Deciding to watch TV, she turned the one on in her bedroom and laid on her bed.

  It wasn’t long before she dozed off.

  The dream began with her being backstage at a Billy Craven concert waiting for the man to finish his set so she could conduct her interview.

  She was all alone so she perused the catering table set out for the band. Sometimes she could get a good insight into people by what they ate.

  The man and his band had been up and comers in the mid-nineties in the heavy metal scene. But their tastes still wavered towards the lean times of their lives. Hot dogs, mac and cheese, potato salad, chips, cookies, brownies, and some fruit had been laid out. There were a couple of plastic wrapped sandwiches. Expecting something a bit gourmet, she found them to be bologna and ketchup sandwiches.

  Picking up a couple of the oatmeal cookies, Skye tried to relax on the black leather couch. Her notepad and pen were already waiting on the acrylic coffee table before her so there wasn’t much to do except wait.

  It wasn’t too long before she heard the end of their third encore. A headache was already forming on the right side of her head from the music. She wasn’t a heavy metal person as the music always gave her a tension headache.

  Soon, the guys from the band, all five of them, piled into the room, Billy being the last. The first four were polite. They said hello and then headed for the food table. They pulled out cans of soda and beer from a cooler that was next to the table.

  Billy Craven leered at Skye as he sauntered towards her. His hair was bleached and wild, reminding Skye of Billy Idol, but Billy’s was a lot longer. Black kohl around his eyes with his light complexion and hair made him look nearly ghostly, well, at least his face. Black leather pants clad his legs, while a black long-sleeved shirt covered his arms and torso. Skye knew there was a reason for that.

  Billy was a heroin addict, and had been in rehab several times in the past year and a half, although, he tried to deny every accusation. The long-sleeved shirt hid the needle marks.

  The man bent at the waist as if to bow but he took her hand in his. He brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of it, as if he was a gentleman, the whole time watching her. Trying not to be rude, Skye let him finish what he had started, but she was repulsed by the action.

  A flash of anger was in the man’s eyes but then it
was gone as he released her hand and stood back up. She didn’t know what to think of that, but she knew she hadn’t blushed or turned giddy like some women would have done. She was there to perform her job and that was all.

  “Beer!” he barked out and one of the guys quickly got one for him. The man even opened it for him and then handed it to Billy before quickly shying away.

  Backstage with the band, it nearly seemed as if the guys were afraid of their leader. She wondered what the story was.

  Picking up her notepad and pen, she poised herself to begin the interview. She didn’t get the chance.

  “So, you’re the reporter lady who wants to interview me for that trash magazine, aren’t you?”

  His voice held anger and accusation, which irritated Skye. She felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave.

  That had never happened to her before. No matter what, she always managed to get through an interview even if the setting wasn’t the best. However, none of them had the creep factor she sensed at that moment.

  Clearing her throat, she managed to speak without showing her fear. Or, at least she hoped she did. “Yes. My name is Skye Daniels from MVC. Did you need a moment before we begin?”

  She always gave them a chance to change clothes, get a bite to eat, or just a few minutes to wind down.

  “No. I want to get right to it.” His eyes gravitated to her breasts and remained fixed there while he spoke. He raised his voice as he gave his demand. “Everyone out! The roadies can pack up your things. I want time alone with this lovely young lady.”

  As if they had seen the man’s anger before, the guys grabbed coats and backpacks, and left hurriedly. One of the guys, a younger man with long black hair pulled back in a ponytail, looked back at Skye with sad eyes before he pulled the door closed behind him.

  Fear swam in Skye’s stomach as a thin layer of perspiration beaded on her skin. For once, she wished Jason, her cameraman, were in the room with her.

  She had gotten the answer to her first question easily. The second question, which was one Dwayne insisted she ask, was about the drug addiction. She hadn’t wanted to ask it but when the boss said to ask, she did.