Between A Rock & A Porn Star

by Eileen Green

  Skye cleared her throat. “I don’t mean to… I mean… you’re a bit bigger than…” How was she supposed to do this?

  Bella surprised Skye when she let out a little giggle. “You want to know about me being a bigger girl than most?” asked bluntly causing Skye to nod. Bella went on. “I used to have a major problem with it, and sometimes I still do. There are times when I ask myself if the people who send me fan mail are just being nice and all they want to do is fuck me, or do the things that the guys do to me in the videos. I have my moments of insecurity, but they have become rare. My boyfriend loves me for me, and I love him for it.”

  Skye felt her mouth drop open in awe. “Does your boyfriend know what you do here?”

  “Of course, silly. In fact, he comes down to watch me film sometimes, if he can get time off from work. He’s an investment banker so he’s busy sometimes. We live together in Rancho Cucamonga, so he has quite a commute too.”

  “So, he doesn’t have a problem with you having sex with all these guys? He’s not jealous?” Skye was confused for she didn’t know a man who would willingly let his woman have sex with another man for fun or money.

  “Shawn, that’s his name,” Bella began, pride shining in her eyes. “He’s very okay with this, because he knows that at the end of the day, I go home to him. This is a job for me. A job with a few extra perks.”

  Skye hadn’t ever looked at the industry the way Bella did. She could have her job and a relationship. She looked around the hallway and still lowered her voice. “So, you don’t have a problem with your weight… that Shawn will leave you because of it?”

  Bella smiled. “I love my body the way it is. I love that I can eat a normal meal, or indulge occasionally on the things I like and not have to worry about it. If Shawn has a problem with it, then that’s on him, not me.” Bella’s smile disappeared, as she got serious. “How many relationships have you been in, Skye?”

  The memories of her two bad relationships slammed into Skye’s mind. The first only wanted to have sex with her because his friends bet him that he wouldn’t do it with a chubbo. They had dated for a month before Skye let him seduce her into bed. Her virginity was gone, and so was her self-confidence once she found out what was going on.

  The second man was someone she worked with. The man was shy and had less confidence in himself than Skye did. After six months, he had gotten Lasik surgery on his eyes, his acne cleared up, and he had grown as a man and realized that he could have prettier, skinnier women than Skye. He had told her that to her face, undermining any self-confidence she had built up since becoming an adult.

  It had been eight years since the last relationship had ended. Her self-confidence was shot, and she didn’t trust anyone, especially men. When Brock appeared at her table that night at Boom, she was floored that he came on to her, and she had to know what his agenda was. All men had an agenda.

  Skye cleared her throat before answering Bella. “Two.”

  “Only two?” Bella asked with surprise. “Really? I would think men would be beating down your door to date you. Hell, when I saw you sitting there in that chair during the shoot, I wanted you. While the guys were fucking me, I kept thinking about you and I got more excited.”

  Subtle, Bella was not. Her words surprised Skye, but they also excited her. She had never been attracted to a woman before, but there was a first time for everything. Her nipples turned to pebbles within her bra and she felt moisture leak from her pussy onto her panties. A flush rose on her throat and face, the heat from it overbearing.

  Bella laughed. “Oh, honey, don’t worry. I won’t do anything unless you or your men ask me to. Around here, we have a lot of respect for Brock and each other. We may swap partners occasionally, but we won’t do it behind someone’s back or without their permission. There are people here that are married, but they do videos with others. It’s all consensual. Just like the BDSM part of our lives, everything has to have communication and be consensual.”

  “I’m glad we had a chance to talk,” Skye told the woman. “It really helped me out.”

  “I’m glad, too,” Bella said as she gathered Skye in an embrace. “You can come talk to me any time. And, if you want to play, just let me know.”

  Skye chuckled as she pulled out of the hug. “Not sure about that one, but we’ll see.”

  “Now, let’s get back.” Bella stood. “They’re serving cheesecake and a dark chocolate cake. The dark chocolate has antioxidants which is good for everyone, but it also has something in it that helps with the insulin your body makes. When you do a scene like I did, I need to build up what my body has lost. I also depleted a lot of calories on the shoot, so I’m having both.”

  Skye laughed with Bella as they walked back to the dining room. All the men stood as the women approached the table, and sat again after the duo sat. They were all well-mannered, Skye noticed. It was hard to believe that they were all adult film actors. She thought they would be shallow, self-centered, egotistical, and rude.

  Brock raised an eyebrow at Skye when she sat down between him and JC, as if wanting to know what had gone on between her and Bella. She would play it cool for now, for the cheesecake was set before her.

  With a newfound love of life, Skye let her spoon slide through the creamy consistency and then cut through the graham cracker crust. She ate the spoonful, enjoying food for the first time since her men had come into her life.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  A change had taken place in Skye since she had come back from the bathroom with Bella. They had been gone for longer than it should have taken, but Skye remained tight-lipped about what transpired between the two. Whenever he or JC asked about it, she would get a twinkle in her eye and tell them it was between the two of them.

  Whatever it was, Brock liked it. Skye was more open towards them. She ate her meals without pushing food around on her plate or sulking when they prompted her to eat more. She took her paddling Saturday morning like a trooper, as they had all been too tired by the time they made it back up to Brock’s apartment around two in the morning.

  He was glad that everyone seemed to like Skye, and none of the guys seemed overly interested in her sexually. There were a few passing glances between Skye and Bella that he wanted to question, but he’d leave it alone for a while.

  The trio was up on the rooftop enjoying another smoggy but sunny day in LA. The hot tub was warm and bubbling around them as he and JC sat on both sides of Skye. Her cast was wrapped in black plastic and adhered to her arm with silver duct tape to keep it dry although she rested it along the edge of the tub for safety.

  They had yet to inform her of Billy’s death; they were afraid that she would feel guilty, as Brock thought that was the type of person Skye was. Also, they needed to tell her about the dinner tomorrow night and prepare her for what was to come.

  JC moved around to the seat opposite Skye in the square tub and pulled her feet into his lap. Brock could tell that his friend was massaging her feet as he himself wrapped his arm around her shoulder and held her close to him.

  “Sweetheart,” Brock said, his voice quiet. “There are a few things we need to talk to you about.”

  Both he and JC registered surprise when she spoke. “You mean about Billy Craven?”

  A quick exchange of glances between the two men occurred before JC looked back at Skye. “You mean you know?” he asked.

  “Of course. Do you think I don’t check my phone for the news? I need to stay in touch with the outside world, you know.”

  Brock knew he hadn’t thought about her phone providing information and he knew it hadn’t occurred to JC either.

  “We weren’t trying to deliberately deceive you, sweetheart. We didn’t want you to feel bad for his death.” Brock explained. “You’ve been through some traumatic experiences and we didn’t want to add to it.”

  A slight movement of her shoulder told Brock that she had shrugged. Then she said, “I don’t feel guilty that he is dead. That was his punishme
nt in life, but I am sorry that he hurt you.”

  Pulling her to him in a hug, Brock enjoyed the closeness he had with her. “I’m glad you aren’t…”

  “Sad? Glad? Confused?” she asked. “He was the one who attacked me, and no matter what his lawyer said at the trial, that I led him on, I know what happened there. Billy had only himself to blame, not me. If he still turned to the drugs when he got out, and he came after me, then he didn’t learn very much in prison. Truthfully, I’m glad he’s gone.”

  Her response shocked Brock. For someone who was so self-conscious, he thought she would pull into herself, but he was wrong. She was changing right before their eyes.

  Brock looked over at JC, for now they would need to tell her about their plans for her for tomorrow. JC gave a quick nod.

  “What’s going on?” Skye inquired curiously, as she looked between them.

  Drawing a deep breath, Brock used his Dom voice. “Since you keep doubting us when we tell you that you’re beautiful, and that you aren’t fat as you refer to yourself, I have set up a way for you to know for certain we are telling the truth.”

  He felt her go still next to him and he was afraid to look at her. Would she have a shocked look on her face? Would fear have settled in her eyes? Or, would there be anger?

  “Baby girl,” JC began. “It breaks our heart every time you doubt us. We want your love fully; to enjoy the life we can give you, both in and out of the bedroom. We are doing this for you to be able to trust us, and have faith in yourself. Will you do this for us?”

  Brock knew he held his breath in anticipation of Skye’s reaction. His eyes were still on JC for he was afraid to look at her.

  Brock didn’t fear much, but he was terrified of what Skye would say to him. She could tell him to go to hell for all he knew.

  Her voice was low and held a bit of fear when she finally spoke. “I really do want to believe you, but I have my reasons for my doubts. What is your plan?”

  “We’re having an elegant dinner tomorrow night. The guests have been invited, the menu has been planned, entertainment has been planned, but we need one other thing.” Brock explained.

  “What is it that you need?” she asked, hesitancy in her voice.

  After a pregnant pause that wore on his nerves, he finally answered, “We need a centerpiece.”

  “Huh?” She was confused because he was afraid to just come out and say it.

  JC cleared his throat and gave Brock a nod. Brock knew that he was trying to tell him to just come out and say it.

  “Sweetheart, we want you to be our centerpiece. You are going to lay on a table and you will endure people making comments about you. Also, they will be allowed to touch you, caress you, and fondle you.”

  Brock finally looked down at Skye and found her looking up at him. Wonder was in her eyes but so was the fear. She swallowed hard. “Are they going to have sex with me?”

  Shaking his head, Brock quickly answered. “No! They may make you come but there will be no penetration except for fingers or dildos.”

  “What are they going to be saying to me?” she asked in a mere whisper.

  “Whatever they want, Skye. They have been ordered to tell you the truth, and after that, you will know that we are not the only ones that find you beautiful. Will you do this for us?”

  Brock held his breath waiting for her answer. He could see her mulling over what he said in her mind. He loved watching her as she thought things over. Her brow would furrow, or lift high near her hairline. Her eyes darted here and there, and her lips would thin out. She was beautiful even when her mind was going a mile a minute.

  “Okay. I’ll do it.”

  Surprise first registered with Brock and then pride. Grabbing her up and pulling her into his lap, he hugged her tight. Her legs straddled his thighs and he felt her newly bared cunt brush against his cock.

  They had paid a visit to the cosmetology department that morning and treated Skye to a mani-pedi and a Brazilian waxing. Skye fussed over the manicure and the waxing but delighted in the pedicure, saying she felt pampered. It probably didn’t hurt that both Brock and JC both got a pedi with her. JC also got his chest waxed while they were there.

  Now, her pussy felt as smooth as a newborn baby’s bottom and there was nothing between her and their eyes, cocks, and hands. And, tomorrow, once they put her on that table at the dinner, everyone would see the cunt that belonged to him and JC.

  Brock’s hardened cock slid between her labia, nestling itself along the length of her lips that held her hidden secrets. Skye’s eyes darkened to that of a dazzling blue sapphire before her eyes closed and her head fell back. A moan escaped her as he moved his hips so he slid up and down her slit.

  Skye moved her arms so they would be wrapped around him, although Brock had to move his head aside to keep from getting decked by her cast. Her body rubbed against his as she gyrated her hips against his.

  He needed to know something since she returned with Bella last night. Skye’s attitude had changed since then, being able to take a compliment and even now, being more open sexually. She had surprised him when she accepted the plan for tomorrow, and he knew she had surprised JC as well.

  “Sweetheart?” he said against her neck. When she didn’t stop, he spoke louder. “Skye.” She stopped. “We’d like to ask you a question.”

  Her eyes opened and she found herself looking into his. He could see the passion within their depths along with a bit of confusion. “Huh?”

  “A question for you,” Brock said softly. JC moved up behind her and Brock could tell he was curious in the answer for Brock hadn’t told him what he was going to ask. “You’ve changed a bit since last night. What did you and Bella talk about?”

  Skye’s body stilled as her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth. Her eyes closed and he hoped she was thinking about what to say. Hopefully, the truth. With a glance over her shoulder, Brock could see his best friend’s anxiety build, most likely mirroring his own.

  Her mouth opened a bit, releasing her lip. Her tongue darted out quickly and licked her upper lip and then she pursed her lips together. “Um…she talked about her and her boyfriend, and how he supports her in what she has chosen to do with her life.”

  When she went silent, Brock knew there was more. “And?” he coaxed.

  A deep breath in and then released from Skye told him she was apprehensive of what she would say next. He wished he had been able to ask Bella herself so he could be prepared for Skye’s response, but he hadn’t thought about it last night.

  Skye’s eyes closed again as she cleared her throat. “I asked her about her weight and if she has a problem with it, especially in this business.” She hesitated for a moment. “She said she doesn’t have a problem with it, that men in the outside world, and here, like her body.”

  “What did that tell you, baby girl?” JC asked before he laid a kiss on her shoulder.

  “That she has confidence in herself.”

  It was said in a whispered tone, and there was pain laced within it that it hurt him to hear her say those words. Brock had to wonder why Skye didn’t have confidence in herself. What had happened in her life that had caused her to doubt herself and those around her?

  Brock could see tears leaking out from her closed eyes. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to talk about it anymore,” she whispered. “Please? Not right now.”

  JC nodded from behind her. They would give her time right now, but after tomorrow, all bets were off. She was going to open up to them.

  “Okay, sweetheart. For now, you’re safe from telling us, but soon, you will tell us. Understood?” Brock didn’t want to sound like a tyrant, but he could see the flash of fear cross her face before she nodded. “Good. Now, what would you like at this very moment?”

  A small shy smile appeared on her lips. “I want you to fuck me.” When he remained quiet, she added quickly, “Please?”

  “Of course, little one.” Brock spoke before capturing her lips with his.
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br />   Moving his hips again, he heard her moan as he brushed his cock along her slit. He knew he stroked against her clit and he felt her begin to move her hips.

  He grasped the hair at the back of her head and pulled her back just a bit, releasing her mouth, before he tilted her head more to her right. Moving his head in the opposite direction, he slammed his mouth back onto hers. He opened his mouth over hers and she followed suit.

  Their tongues tangled together, a dance as old as time as Brock felt her hand comb through his hair. Her hips moved back and forth on his dick and he knew she was trying to heighten the sensations on her clit she was getting from his cock. Their little woman was anxious to be fucked.

  ***

  Skye could feel JC at her back, his hard cock pressed against her ass. His hands slid around her side and then between her and Brock. Brock moved back slightly, his mouth never moving from hers. JC’s hands closed over her breasts and then squeezed.

  She marveled at how her body responded to both of theirs, as if it knew she really did belong to them. Oh, how she wanted to belong to them.

  Brock pulling her hair was sexy even though it was painful, but she found the bite of pain was pleasant. JC pulled on her nipples, causing her to moan into Brock’s mouth. He moaned back.

  Her clit ached as she tried to rub herself against Brock’s cock that had embedded itself within her labia. Heat built up within her as her pussy throbbed. When she clenched herself up down there, she could feel the butt plug move within her, sending zings of electricity through her.

  As Brock fought for domination with the kiss, Skye put up a good fight, knowing in the end she would let him win. Letting both men manipulate her body to their will was what she lived for right now, but she wanted something more. She wanted them both to fuck her at the same time.

  Brock seemed to explore every inch of her mouth with his tongue, something she had done with his already. His hand loosened in her hair and just held her head, while his other hand rubbed up and down on her left arm.