by Eden Rose
I smile and look at his dick. “That’s a good idea, Mr. Rock. Or should we call you, Mr. Rock Hard?” I lower my mouth and enveloped him with my lips. Once he passed my teeth, I took him into the back of my throat.
“Good job, Sinclair! Now look at him and spit on it!”
I smile to myself and then look up at Duke: “Are you cooling off?” I spit on the tip and then lick around his head.
*
The end of the shoot ends the same way, I take a load of come in my face and then I lick my lips. As a porn star, you would think I like taking come shots. It’s the opposite, I hate it. I hate the taste of come and I hate that part of this.
But, I gotta pay the bills.
When I’m done with a shoot, I always feel strangely disconnected with my body. It’s almost as if I’m not here and am having an outer body experience. I don’t find these fun and I find them scary as fuck. I can’t keep doing that, but I’m twenty-two and have to get in all of my videos before I’m too old to be on film. No one wants to watch Grandmas Gone Wild!
My phone is ringing when I get back into my dressing room and the screen flashes. I already know who it is before I answer it. It’s the same call every Friday of pay day and it’s the call for collections.
Without providing a greeting, I answer the phone: “Yeah, I know. You’ll get your money tonight at the same place.”
“Good, would hate to have to stop by and see you and the girls. You know how much I love visits.” The voice sounds older than normal almost like a smoker.
“Yeah, what a burden. You’ll get your money.” I hang up before he can say anything more and then immediately walk over to the wall on the far right. After feeling down the bricks, I feel the indented one. Careful not to break a nail, I pull the brick out and grab the bag of money.
Inside the bag, is a substantial amount of money. Probably over a hundred thousand dollars. I was raised by great grandparents for a majority of my childhood and they didn’t trust banks. So in return, I don’t trust banks and I’m not allowing him to get his hands on my money.
My dad was in and out of jail for some bull shit reason and I had stayed with my great grandparents from time to time. It was nice for what it was but I would have liked having my mother home more. She got caught up in the biker’s lifestyle as well as my dad and spent most of her time drinking and sniffing thin white lines.
After the first video’s profits started to come in, I was rewarded with five thousand dollars. The payroll at White Hot Productions gave me a check and I all but skipped down to the bank. But, it was the next day that I went down there to pull out enough cash to put down on a deposit for an apartment, that I realized all of my money was gone.
Right after bursting in tears in the middle of the bank, I ran back down to WHP and asked for a new one. The payroll lady must have sensed my desperation, because she left and then came back twenty minutes later with it in cash. She held my hand and said: “Baby girl, I don’t know who you pissed off, but I got you. You will get your paycheck in cash at the end of the month. I will write you a fake check and as long as you don’t deposit it, I will keep up my end.”
To this day, she still delivers it to me as she leaves the studio. Jane and I have become good friends and she’s actually been over to my house a few times.
We never found out who stole my money, but I have a feeling I know who did it.
And I won’t forget it.
It’s the same person who raped me in the back of the taxi the day I found out Thorn was killed and Hulk was sent to prison.
Everything had happened so quickly and I needed an exit strategy in case something happened to me, my girls would be taken care of.
HULK
The one thing I won’t be missing about prison is the fucking stench. The whole place smells like dirty fuckin’ asshole and jizz. I can’t wait to get the fuck out of here in a week and then I can go and get Sinclair back.
I bet the stubborn woman thought I forgot all about her. That couldn’t be further from the truth. She’s all I’ve been thinking of for the past few years and I can’t wait to tell her how sorry I am for everything.
How sorry I am for her brother’s death, for being locked up… For not being there for her.
Prison is a horrible fuckin’ place that I hope to never have to go to again but I did what I had to do for my brothers. I took one for the brotherhood and sacrificed three years for it. For three years, I have been locked in a cage waiting to come out.
“How much longer you got, Hulk?” Priest asks me as he leans out of his cell.
Priest has been in prison for a little over ten years when a drug raid went bad. He’s in another MC who did a takeover of a different club but the cops raided it and locked him up. The asshole actually stopped running out the door to grab some heroin.
I shrug at him trying to hide my excitement. I don’t want the old man to get all judgemental on me when I bounce out of here. “A while, man,” I whistle out, leaning against my own cell door.
He shakes his head. “Lucky fuckin’ bastard. I can’t believe you’re gettin’ out!”
“Ouch, man. I thought we were friends,” I chide him jokingly. I know he’s jealous and I’m not going to hold it against him because I would be jealous if it were vice versa.
“You ever find out who killed your brother?” He asks me with his eyebrow raised.
I squeeze my eyes shut. “Nah. Not yet.”
Priest chuckles. “Does your girl know that you’re in for her brother’s murder?”
My head snaps back. Yeah, I know the rumor about my heavy sentence but no one has come right out and asked me that. No one has asked me if I killed Thorn. Fuck, I don’t think anyone is ballsy enough to ask me if I did it.
“No.”
“Woods!” A corrections officer hollers.
I look over at him with zero respect. The mother fucker peddles more drugs in here than the Cartels do. I swear, the guy does so much drugs he forgets so much shit.
CALEB
I am in the process of waiting for Duke at the restaurant that we agreed to meet at. Being at work proved that I wasn’t going to get shit done and I left shortly after I came back from WHP.
Why the hell am I thinking about the blonde haired angel that is a porn queen? Seriously? Why the fuck am I so consumed by her that her face flashes before my eyes when I close them? Oh god, I have become a fucking chick.
I already know that when Duke gets here, I’m probably going to ask some questions about Sinclair as much as I don’t want to. Don’t get me wrong, I want to know all there is to know about her, but I don’t need to listen to Duke’s shit about it. He’s talked about Sinclair for years and I never even cared. Why do I need to meet some porn queen that sucks my best friend’s dick on camera for money?
The answer: I didn’t.
And now that I have, I’m pissed as hell at myself.
While waiting, I Google Sinclair Price and am met with so many different pictures of her. There are some with her topless, and let me tell you, I feel the indentation of my zipper on my shaft from that. Her tits are perfectly round with little pink nipples that are begging for my tongue. I scroll down further and see a couple of promotional shots of them kissing and him grabbing her tits.
My mouth waters at the thought of getting my tongue and fingers on her tits.
“Hey, fuck tard! I knew you had a thing for me, but you didn’t need to Google me!” Duke says as he slides into the chair across from me. He signals for the bartender and she comes over.
If I’m not mistaken, she’s just fluffed her tits out so they are sticking out for him. “Hey, love. What can I get for you?” She purrs and then leans over in front of Duke.
I’m used to this kind of behavior because he’s Duke. And I’m used to him telling them that he’s still married. Even though he’s divorced. Apparently, he’s tired of being used for his connections with the porn industry and he’s not interested in settling down.
“
Hey,” he leans over and reads her name tag, “Tori. I want a bottle of Labatts and get my friend over here a refill.”
Tori has big brown eyes and some curly black hair but I don’t find her the least bit attractive. To be honest, she looks really fake to me. Her waist is dramatically indented and looks even more overproduced with her tits hanging out. “Oh, sorry, hun. Didn’t see you there.”
“You did, because you just were over here getting my drink order,” I reply and then wave my hand in her face. “Go on, and get our refills. Thanks, Tori.”
She huffs and struts off to the bar and Duke throws his head back in a laugh. “I bet she’s going to spit in our drinks.”
I shake my head and watch all of her movements to ensure that doesn’t happen. “Naw, she’s not that fucking stupid.”
Little does Miss Attitude know, I own this bar. It’s true. Part of my settlement from my dad’s death was giving me this bar. I love it but I don’t do too much with it. I cut the checks and hire people to take care of it. After two years, I still can’t step foot behind the bar but I’m glad to see it’s producing a profit for me.
Bella’s on Main is the only bar and restaurant that serves food on the strip. I changed some of the concepts inside though and made it more of a business casual place. The booths are circular with red table tops and black cushioned benches on the back. The bar is shaped like a horseshoe with four stations for the bartenders to serve along with a kitchen that is state of the art.
Part of competition is to make sure that we are competing with the others in state of the art food. The part that’s hard on me, is to okay dishes that I don’t turn much of a profit for. Food prices have gone up and people are not making as much as they used. My goal is to not break the customers but to make sure they have a good time when they come in.
“Let’s hope not,” he replies and then checks out her ass as she stalks to the other side of the bar. “She’s kinda hot.”
I roll my eyes and scoff. “Yeah right. Like you would do anything. She’s a fucking kid compared to what you’re used to.” I am making a reference to his other life. The one that he engages in when he’s not shooting.
He shrugs and then turns to face me. “Let’s talk about you, man. When was the last time you got some pussy?”
I always forget how vulgar Duke is. “Jack ass, you’re so vulgar!” I tsk at him and then turn my attention to Tori as she sets our drinks down.
“Uh, you owe,” she pulls out her pad of paper and faces me, “$12 and yours is on the house.” She directs the last bit towards Duke.
I watch as he bursts out laughing. She has the audacity to look shocked but he pulls out a twenty and sticks it on her tray.
He must have had his wallet handy, because I didn’t even see him dig for it. “Listen, love, charge me for my drink. Keep the change.”
Tori sits down on Duke’s lap and wraps her arms around his shoulders. The bastard isn’t encouraging it which is nice because I’m about to wreck this girl. He points at me and looks at Tori. “Do you know who he is?”
“Your douchebag friend?” Is her reply.
I shake my head and down my drink. “Ron!” I holler and the older man that runs the operations for me walks out.
“Mr. Benson! How are you?” His English accent has faded more since I last talked to him and he pats my shoulder. Ron is tall and a little on the chunky side but he’s dealing with a lot with his kid running with the wrong crowd.
I point at Tori and she looks at me with confusion. “Want to tell Ron what you just called me?” I ask and clink the ice in my drink. Duke chuckles and slides her off. Once she’s standing in front of Ron he tucks himself and the chair into the table. I find this funny since it’s his way of telling her that she’s fucked and not because he’s going to be doing the fucking.
“Uh…”
“What did you call the owner of this bar?” Ron asks and crosses his arms.
“Fuck.”
Deciding that I’m done with this I point to her and say: “I’m Caleb Benson, the owner. You sitting on customer’s laps and giving free drinks away are done. If I hear you doing it again, I’m going to throw you out on your ass.” My finger then drops to my drink. “I need another refill. And don’t overcharge me this time. I know how expensive those drinks are.”
She huffs and then stomps over to the bar. Ron pats me on the shoulder and walks over to her angrily. He carries my drink to me and shrugs before going back to his office. This whole time, Duke and I are quiet as we watch this transpire.
“Well, since you provided the show, I guess I should pay for dinner,” Duke says as he swallows the rest of his beer.
“Nah. Actually, can we talk about-”
Duke cuts me off and shakes head. “No way, kimosabe! We are not talking about Sinclair .”
I hold my hands in the air like I’m surrendering. “Are you dating her?”
He shakes his head and then signals to Tori for another refill for him. “No, I’m not. But… there’s a lot going on in her life and she…” He shakes his head again and then shrugs. “Look, there’s a lot more to her then you know. It’s just best if you don’t try. Plus, aren’t you m-”
“Fuck off.”
*
That night, I lay in bed and consider my options. Duke says to leave her alone, but let’s be honest here. I’m a lawyer and not a person who likes to be ordered around. Sinclair is gorgeous and I think she finds me attractive as well. Hopefully.
As I orchestrate a plan, it turns out that fate has other plans for me. It turns out that they are going to bring her to me. Just not in the way that I expected.
SINCLAIR
I drop the money off at the same spot as usual on my way to pick up the twins. I hate that I have to live such a secret life but I don’t want anything more to hurt the girls. They have enough shit. Especially with their mom trying to take them back.
My brother dying.
Getting two hyped up girls to bed after their school’s Christmas party is not fun.
“Come on, little ladies. Let’s go!” I beg to the hyper twins who are running around the house pretending to be lady bugs. This is done with them flapping their arms and making “zoom” noises. If I wasn’t so tired from being a chaperone to their party, I would think this was cute.
“Ah!” Jayla yells and then tackles Jenna. “Gotcha again!”
I fling myself onto my couch and throw my arm over my eyes. I give up.
Today has been nonstop and I shot a whole scene with Mark today. He’s another actor who is famous for his bossy behavior in bed. Mark is about my height but blond and light featured. It’s like day and night comparing Duke to Mark but it’s money.
Don’t get me wrong, I love Duke. But I would rather have sex with Mark. It’s more natural and I don’t have to try to get out of my head as much. Plus, Mark loves to lick pussy so it’s a win-win for me. I’m all about that!
The thing about Mark is that our sexual chemistry isn’t as strong and he tries to be romantic. Even without the camera on us, I have to keep telling him to not call me pet names or asking me out. We work together and it’s annoying. Plus, WHP frowns upon this. It causes too many problems with the actors and actresses.
“Zoom!” Jayla yells as she runs past my slumped body and then jumps on me. “Aunt Sin! Zoom with us!”
“Too much sugar for you! Do I need to sell you for labor?” I mock her and grab her by her hips. Her long hair flies past my face and she giggles. Once she’s on my lap, I tickle her.
She shakes her head and then calls over for her twin. “Jenna! She’s going to sell us!”
Jenna is like a tornado as she runs over and jumps on me as well. She lands on my legs and tries to wrestle Jayla out of my arms. “No! We are too cute.”
The little brat actually pouts.
Exhausted from my day, I stand up from the couch and both girls fall onto the couch. “All right, girls. Settle down and watch the movie. I will get you your bedtime snack.�
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Walking to the kitchen, I pick up their back packs off the floor and set them in a chair next to the counter. Going into the fridge, I grab the package of strawberries and open them. Once they are rinsed, I place them in a bowl and then sprinkle some light splenda on top. I don’t like it when the girls eat a bunch of junk so their bedtime snack is always fruits or veggies.
Both of them are sprawled out on the couch and laying on each other. It’s cute because they are holding hands and are sleeping on each other. I love to watch them sleep. They just look so peaceful and happy. It makes me feel as if I’m doing something right with raising them.
