“Cheers to a whole new world. May you learn to welcome it as well as flourish in it.”
The apple martini was the best that I had ever had, and before I was even done, I had another waiting for me.
“The service here is wonderful.”
“Yeah, my dad’s motto is that neither a glass nor an ass should run dry in here.”
As we shared a laugh, a euphoric feeling came over me. My body tingled and my head felt cloudy. I downed another cold drink hoping that it would cool my heated insides.
“Something the matter, does your head hurt?”
After my forth drink, my head was in my hands as I tried to control the spinning.
“No, I just think that I drank too much, too soon. I’ll be okay in a minute.”
“Can’t handle your alcohol huh?” Breeze asked as he slid closer to me.
“Let daddy take care of you,” he spoke as if I were a three year old child.
“Please, Breeze, I can hang with the best of them. I just wanted you to come a little closer, that’s all.”
I leaned into him and tasted the strong alcohol on his lips, and I wanted more. I straddled him and kissed him as if he were the speed bump that I so desperately needed.
“Slow down, Jazzy, we just got here, save a little for later,” Breeze said as he handed me the fresh drink that the waitress had brought over.
“I love this song; it’s almost as if it’s taking over my body.”
“It’s Sweetback, it’s called Voodoo Breath.”
I guzzled down my drink and stood up. The song’s name was so befitting that it made me feel as if someone had put a voodoo spell on me. I was no longer in charge of my body. It wanted to dance without my brain stopping it. I stood up and let the man’s voice that sang the song take over my body.
Breeze sat there and watched as if I were the female spirit, Erzulie Freda. My mother would pray to her to bring my father back home, but he never did come back to us. I didn’t know much about her but I did know that to some she was the goddess of love. She was seductive and loved the finer things in life. And that night, I embodied her. I swayed my hips to the beat of the song and let all of my inhibitions go. I no longer tugged at my rising dress nor did I care that most of the men and women in the room watched me. I invited their prying eyes and preformed for my audience.
“Come dance with me baby.”
I tried to pull Breeze off the small couch but he wouldn’t budge.
“Fine, then I’ll just have to dance on you.”
I gave him a lap dance that any high priced stripper would be proud of. I could feel his breath on my shoulders as his dick hardened.
“You are my voodoo; you do know that, don’t you?”
“Well, maybe I can cast a spell to make you fuck me inside out tonight,” I said as I stood up and faced him. I pushed him back with my high heeled foot and stood up on the couch. I put a foot on each side of him and begun to dance again. I wined my hips lower and lower until I felt his face in between my legs. I moved my hips back and forth to the music, damn near ridding his face, and I didn’t stop until I felt him pull my thong aside. When his wet pointy tongue hit my sweet spot, I leaned into it and sang out loud to the song.
“You can loan it but I own it so come and help me sing my song.” I sang the lyrics at the top of my lungs as his tongue roamed my insides, but as quickly as that new soon to be familiar feeling hit me, it was gone, and to me it was as if everything went silent.
“What the hell are you doing, why did you stop?”
“We have all night, Jazzy, I was just giving you a little something to hold you over,” Breeze said as he helped me down off the couch. To say that I was pissed would be putting it lightly.
“Where’s the fucking bathroom in this place? I guess I gotta go clean up since you left me wet and hanging,” I said, as I stormed off without an answer. I heard Breeze yelling something over the music but I refused to listen. It seemed like I was a game to him. He wanted so badly for me to enter his world but when I did, he still only met me half way.
I walked around the club in search of the bathroom but it seemed like every door that I opened was just another sex den.
“You seem lost.”
“No shit,” I answered before turning around, but when I did, I had to take a deep breath because he had almost taken it away.
“Are you okay?”
“Sure, yeah, yeah, I’m umm, I’m okay.”
Both Mr. Chocolate bar and the alcohol had me mixing up my words.
“Why don’t you let me help you back to your table?”
“What makes you think that I need help? I don’t look like a damsel distress, do I?”
I said this in a very flirtatious voice while leaning into him.
“I wouldn’t say that, it’s just I’ve been watching you. You have walked from one end of the club to the other. You just seem to have no direction and I wanted to help.”
He hit that nail right on its head. I felt lost in all sense of the word, and to think, I just thought that I couldn’t find the bathroom. Mr. Chocolate made me realize that I also couldn’t find myself.
“I’m just looking for the bathroom,” I said with a lying smile.
“I think that you’re looking for more than that aren’t you?”
The way he asked this question threw me off. He seemed to say it in a sexual way but then again, I was looking for so many things.
“The directions to the bathroom will do for now.”
His smile revealed his pearly whites and pointed me to the ladies room. On my way there, I looked back at Breeze to see if he had noticed the exchange, but I’m sure he didn’t. Some white girl had his face buried in her breast. For a split second, I wanted to go yank his ass away and set her straight, but I was thankful that she had distracted him. Plus, I wasn’t Tanya and he wasn’t my man.
In the bathroom, I cleaned off the wetness that Breeze left behind but I was still throbbing down there. I felt like I was starving and although Breeze had a fridge full of food, he refused to feed me. Right then and there, I decided that I was going to get some dick that night. I figured that I would tempt Breeze to the point that he would be begging me to let him have some. I was going to be on some new shit. I entered this lifestyle due to money problems but I might as well get more than money out of it. With a growing thirst, God only knew what or who would quench the desert storm that was brewing inside of me.
“No, leave it down,” Mr. Chocolate said from behind me. I was trying to pin my hair up but decided against it to satisfy his request.
“Damn, I didn’t even hear you come in here. You do know that this is the ladies bathroom don’t you?”
He came up behind me and pushed my hair over my left shoulder, and as our eyes met in mirror, the throbbing intensified between my legs. When he got close enough for me to hear him whisper, he kissed my right shoulder and made me feel his rock hard dick that he deliberately pushed against my ass.
“I’m aware of everything around me, baby, and you caught my eye.”
“So, what do you think that means? That you can sexual harass me in the ladies room?”
“Oh, I came in here to do more than harass you, I promise you that.”
I turned around and faced him. His swagger was that of a royal prince. He stood with strength and assurance. His skin was smooth and as rich as coco. I took a second to look him over. His chocolate complexion seemed to flow through his entire body, and the dreads that swept his shoulders made my nipples hard. His eyes were a natural gray, which I thought was rare for his skin color. He towered over me at a height of 6’3”. He smelled like vanilla ice cream and I wanted a lick of his flavor.
He leaned down and parted my lips with his tongue. I could taste the mint that lingered from the candy that he popped before coming into the bathroom.
“You’re like the thought of summer on a cold ass winter day, you know that?”
“How do you know that I’m not really rain? Bette
r yet, a rain storm that threatens to ruin a sunny day?”
“It’s almost like I knew you as soon as I saw you. It was like I could smell the pureness of you. You’re as fresh and new as they come.”
“So you must think that I’m inexperienced, huh?”
It was interesting to me that he thought that he knew me so well. I couldn’t decide if he was right or wrong and he knew it.
“I’m not saying all of that, baby, I’m just saying that I don’t think that you are the soulless L.A. chicks that I run into on a daily basis. Don’t take it the wrong way, it’s a good thing.”
I smiled and pulled him in closer. It was amazing that he could bypass my new L.A. makeover and still see the real me without even knowing me.
“I’m taking it for exactly what it is. Now are we just going to stand here and talk or are you going to keep your promise?”
When our mouths met, again his hands came along with them. I could feel him squeezing my ass as his lips left mines and landed on my shoulder. He glided his hands from my ass to my chest, pulling down the upper part of my sleeveless dress and just looked at me.
“What, they’re not pumped up with the usual silicone that you’re used to seeing?”
“They’re perfect. It’s been so long since I’ve seen real ones that I had to take a minute and take it all in,” he said while laughing. After admiring my realness, he cupped them with his hands and ran his thumb over my nipples. I closed my eyes as the spinning in my head came back. It was like I could feel his touch on every part of my body, and it was almost too much to take. I stumbled back and leaned against the sink.
“Maybe we should pick this back up another time.”
“No, no, don’t stop. I just needed to lean on something.”
He walked over to me and picked me up, placing me on top of the sink. He slid between my legs pushing me back, making me rest my back on the mirror. He lowered his head and licked my left nipple before taking it into his mouth. I watched his lip work on my chest as fireworks went off all over my body. I knew that he was licking my nipples but it felt like he was also licking my clit.
“Damn, that shit feels so good. Where have you been all of my life?”
He looked up without an answer and kissed me. His hand slid up my thigh and pulled my thong to the side. When his fingertip hit my clit, I had to scream out with pleasure. I saw the bathroom door open and heard the sound of high heels clicking against the tile, but saw no one. I didn’t care; I just hoped that he wouldn’t stop.
“Goddamn you’re wet. I know that pussy is just right.”
“So what are you waiting for, an invitation?”
I was out of control. I held up my right leg as he held up my left. His hand was magic and I fucked it as if it were a twelve inch dick. I thrust my hips toward him with every stroke and got closer and closer to cumming, and then he stopped.
“Turn around and get on your knees.”
I didn’t ask any questions, I would do whatever he wanted.
“No, don’t get off the sink, just turn around, and get on your knees.”
He helped me carefully adjust myself on the sink and lifted the tight red dress around my waist. I waited for his fingers to enter me again but instead I got something else. SMACK, SMACK, he slapped my ass hard. He spread my cheeks apart and rubbed his fingers back and forth on my clit. The sting from his huge hands tuned to pleasure. SMACK, SMACK, he did it again, this time never taking his other hand off my clit. He repeated this over and over until both pain and pleasure meshed.
“I’m getting close, baby, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”
He stopped slapping my ass and put all of his energy into my pussy. His hands moved faster and so did my hips. My body was on the verge of a volcanic eruption as I held onto the sink for dear life.
“Jazzy, are you okay in there, should I come in?” Breeze asked after knocking on the door. FUCK! He had bad fucking timing. Mr. Chocolate’s hands stopped moving and I turned around and fixed my clothes.
“No, I’ll be right out, I just needed a minute to get myself together,” I said as I stood up and walked to the bathroom door.
“Just wait for me at the table, be there shortly.”
He left the door and I walked over to the sink and grabbed a folded towel.
“They must really know what kind of club they’re running, they know to leave towels out,” I said with a giggle. I was trying to make light of the situation but my heart was racing a mile a minute.
“Jazzy, that’s your name?” he asked with a funny look on his face.
“Yeah, it’s Jazzy, Jasmine, or the new Jezebel. You can use whichever one you like.”
“How do you know that guy, is he your man?” he asked pointing at the door where Breeze was just standing.
“I guess you can call him my boss.”
I waited for the follow up question of “what do you do?”, but it never came. He just walked over to the sink and stood beside me. Our eyes met and he looked like he wanted to say something, but didn’t. He turned around and turned on the water to wash his hands. There was an awkward silence that fell between us that wasn’t there before. I felt uncomfortable as I washed off and dried in between my legs. I stayed silent and waited for him to break the newly formed ice.
“Well, Jasmine, it’s been fun, stay sweet okay?”
“Always,” I answered.
He came over to me and planted a long wet peck on my lips pulling my bottom lip when pulling away. I was mad as hell, I wanted him bad, and Breeze fucked up my shot.
“If only we had more time,” I said as he walked to the door.
“I’m sure we’ll meet again.”
I watched him exit the bathroom with regret. I hoped that he was right, and if that meant coming back to the club by myself to run in to him, then that was just what I was willing to do.
*****
“Are you okay, did you get sick or something, I thought you said that you could hang with the big boys?”
“I wish everyone would stop asking me if I am okay, I just needed some air, that’s all.
“Calm down and who’s everyone?”
“Oh, some girl in the bathroom wanted to know if I was okay. Is this for me?”
I asked changing the subject. I was feeling the heat and not in a good way.
“Drink up; I wanna get out of here. I got one more thing planned for us tonight.”
“Well, here’s to adding more bullshit to a crazy night.” I said as I held up my drink and slammed it back. I could tell by the look on Breeze’s face that I had caught him off guard but I didn’t care. My night was ruined as far as I was concerned and there was no hiding it.
The last drink left a bitter taste in my mouth. It tasted as if a pill had melted in my mouth and my face said it all.
“Here, have a shot of this. That’s why I don’t do Martini’s. They start to taste nasty as hell after a while.”
“Well, I guess I never drunk enough of it before to find out”
The Patron didn’t taste any better but it did take the melted pill taste away.
“Let’s get out of here I’m sick of this scene. I stood up and headed for the door. I took one last look behind me to see if Mr. Chocolate was in sight but I had no such luck.
“So where are we headed?” I asked as the streets began to look more familiar.
“We are headed to the warehouse.”
I stayed quiet, I was feeling more and more out of it, the closer we got to our destination. Once there Breeze had to help me out of the car. My mouth was dry, my heart was racing, and my body was on fire.
“I guess that last shot of Patron really fucked me up, huh?”
“Yeah, all you need is water and a cold shower, you’ll feel better.”
Once inside Breeze took me to the locker room. He took off my clothes and put me under a semi cold shower. I stayed there for fifteen minutes as he soaped me up and rinsed me off. Every drop of water that hit my body sent shockwaves through
my body. I stood there thinking that I could feel every drop that hit me and it felt good. Now all I wanted to do was fuck and go to sleep. Breeze took me out of the shower and dried me off. He put lotion on my body and sprayed me with an apple scented body spray.
“We could have just gone back to my place to do all of this.”
“We wouldn’t be able to do this at your place, trust me. Now let’s head downstairs.”
I was able to walk with Breeze’s help. We headed to his office where I sat and waited for him to look through some papers.
“What are we doing here?” I finally asked.
“Tonight is your first real porn scene.” He answered without even skipping a beat.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me. I am way too fucked up to do a scene right now. Plus you shouldn’t just spring some shit like that on me. I am not your property; I am still my own person Breeze.”
“Look you signed a contract so legally, you are mine.”
“I work for you, I do not belong to you, and that’s that. Plus, I don’t think that this is how things are supposed to work.”
“Look, I got a call from my dad while you were in the bathroom. He told me that Lust was back in town and he wants your first scene to be with him. I was going to tell you on our way here but you were so out of it that I wanted to sober you up a little,” Breeze lied.
“I just don’t think that I could do it. The shower helped a little but I’m still fucked up.”
“Come on Jazzy, he won’t be here for too long. I know that this is not the best of circumstances but sometimes things happen like this. I feel bad that this is what had to happen but it will be good for you.”
“You worked so hard on making me this glammed out porn star yet my hair and makeup isn’t done. Plus how will this help me if I look and feel like shit. The scene will probably be horrible.”
“Lust has a huge following. Once you have been in a movie with him, people will start to wonder about who you are. That makes you in hot demand and that’s when the money starts coming in. Plus I already called Kayla, she’s on her way.”
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