PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans

by Joseph, Fabiola;L. Ramsey, Matthew

  “No… Why?” I asked slowly.

  “Then it wasn’t like mine.”

  “WHAT? YOU GOT FIRED, WHY?”

  “This bitch kept getting smart with me, and cussing at me. At first, I was calm and I was trying to help her. I explained to her several times that her insurance company refused to pay for her previous visit, and that she had an outstanding balance. I believe her insurance expired, or she owed them money, either way she needed to have it taken care of before we could assist her. That bitch thought it was my job to call them and figure out what was wrong. I told her she needed to call them herself.”

  “Was it that same lady that was yelling at you when I called you earlier?”

  “Yeah, that’s the bitch. She had the nerve to be nice at first, kiss my ass and say, “From one sista to another, you should just help me out. Girl, you know I’ll pay them eventually.” Did she really think I was going to risk my job, because she didn’t know how to pay her bills? As soon as she knew, I still wasn’t going to help her she flipped out on me. If I knew they were going to fire me I would’ve just helped her ass.”

  “But why did they fire you? What did you do?” I asked because I was still confused.

  “I picked up the appointment book and threw it at her head, then told her if she cussed at me one more time I was going to take her outside and beat her ass. Of course that’s all she needed to hear before yelling for the doctor. Once Dr. Jaffe saw the appointment book spread out on the floor, and a room full of shocked patients he told me to just leave. I don’t care if she cussed you out, and if the book didn’t hit her. You were very unprofessional, and I won’t tolerate that here. This is a place of business. I’m sorry but you’re fired, and you don’t have to come back. I’ll mail you your last check.’”

  “That’s fucked up Ebony. I’m so sorry to hear that.”

  “I’m not sorry. Dr. Jaffe’s ass will be sorry he let me go. I never called out, or took off, not even once, I was always on time, and I kept that place organized. I was the best receptionist he’s ever had. I understand she was a patient, but she was rude as hell and didn’t have any insurance; she deserved more than what I did to her. I should’ve knocked her teeth out of her mouth. Anyway, I’m starting to get heated again just talking about it so let’s just change the subject. What happened to you today?”

  I told her everything that went down. She already knew about Domingo and Breeze from our previous conversations.

  “Aww, don’t be mad at my smoke partner, cuz it ain’t his fault. Breeze made him do it. Wow, if you’re this upset over your man doing his job, I’d hate to see how you would react if you found out he was fucking someone else behind your back.”

  “I’m not worried about Tyree cheating. As much sex as he gets at home, and at work I don’t think he has the time, the energy, or the desire for anyone else.”

  “Sunshine, I’m telling you this as your friend, you can’t be so sure, and be careful who you trust.”

  “Thanks, but I know girl. Like I said, I’m not worried.”

  “Okay, but don’t forget I tried to warn you. I caught all of my previous boyfriends cheating on me, all of them except for one, which was Marcus, my first. The fucked up thing about that story is I cheated on him and broke his heart. I guess what goes around does come around.”

  That girl is so crazy. Every time she starts drinking, she starts talking about men, and her previous relationships. I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve heard about Tremaine, her ex-fiancé, who made her have an abortion, and then immediately afterward, confessed that he was leaving her for his ex. I think that really fucked her up, and made her stop trusting men. She seemed to be having a dry spell when it came to dating. As a matter of fact I didn’t see her go on a date, let alone hear her have an intimate conversation on her cell phone with a man the entire time that we lived together. I don’t know what the problem was because men used to hit on her all the time. Even though she looked stressed, and a hot mess that drunken night, when she’s sober and cleaned up she’s kind of fly. She’s only 5’5, but she has a cute face, with big eyes that luckily fit her face. She has a smooth peanut butter complexion, and she stays getting her hair, toes, and nails done. She reminds me of Kerry Washington, but younger since she was only nineteen at the time. Whenever we would go out men would stare at her full C cup breasts, and they loved watching her apple bottom booty as she walked, or danced around the club. Most of the time she didn’t even notice she was being checked out because she was so busy talking, or minding her business. I’ve tried setting her up on a few blind dates, but she turned them all down.

  A week later everything was back to normal, except for the fact that Ebony was still unemployed. At work, Breeze pretended like our conversation never happened, and he acted like he was my friend so I never brought it up again. I needed my job so I didn’t want any problems with him. I damn sure wasn’t going to let Domingo fuck up my money, but I wasn’t expecting to fuck him. Breeze must’ve wanted to prove a point, because that asshole made us do a one on one love making scene together. I wish the cameras were recording as I walked in so I could watch the expression on my face when I realized who I was working with. Breeze thought he was funny. I admit there was a little part of me that wanted to laugh, but when reality hit me that I had to make out with Domingo, and lick his ass I was pissed the fuck off. I wanted to cause one hell of a scene on that set, but right as I was about to start cussing I thought what if Breeze was testing me. I didn’t want to give Domingo the satisfaction of seeing me get fired. I finally just sucked it up, and put my all into that scene pretending he was Tyree. I knew that scene was going to be hot before it was even edited and released. The crazy part about it, that’s one of the most ordered scenes online right now. The sex was good, and I must say his juicy lips felt great against mine and even better, when he was going down on me. His tight muscled ass was wet, and felt like it was made for me, so Tyree must’ve loved banging him out. I wouldn’t know because I still haven’t watched their scene, nor do I plan on watching it. What I do know is my scene with Domingo made twice the amount as Tyree’s. So I was finally just as popular as Tyree. It wasn’t a competition, but I knew I deserved it. I was happy, and proud that both of us were bringing in six figures. Not only that but I must’ve made Domingo think twice about me, because we never had any problems after that day. If he passed me at the warehouse, or if we had to work on other movies together he was cordial and professional.

  Tyree and I were constantly making movies, everything from soft core to hardcore bareback group scenes. I have to admit I enjoyed filming all of them, because we got to fuck a lot of hot guys. Some who I would’ve been too intimidated to approach, because I never would’ve thought they were gay. We were still escorting on the side, and we started hosting parties for gay clubs all over California. Some of the clubs would pay us eight thousand a piece, and give us as much alcohol as we wanted for free as long as we mingled, and partied with the club goers. Some of the clubs would put up some hot looking booths, and have us sign our DVDS, and take pictures with fans while we had our shirts off, or standing there in just our boxer briefs. The first time we had to stand there all night in our draws, I was surprisingly nervous and uncomfortable. Tyree seemed calm, but he was also high and loving the attention. I wished I would’ve smoked with him before going in that club. As the night went on, I got used to standing there in my underwear, especially since I was being hit on all night long. There were so many guys, all different kinds, waiting to take our picture, and to talk to us. You wouldn’t believe how many men gave us their numbers, and wanted to show us a good time. Some of them even invited us to sex parties. They weren’t trying to pay us anything, so Tyree wasn’t interested. I wanted to go to a few of them, but not to have sex. I just wanted to get high and watch, but since Tyree didn’t want to go, I didn’t want to go alone. Ebony came with us to the clubs quite often, because she would get free alcohol too, and after she was fired, she started tagging a
long with us everywhere we went. She knew between Tyree and I that one of us would pay her way until she got back on her feet. I needed some space though. I wanted to be alone with my man when we went out to eat, or to a movie. It was cool the first couple of times, but every time was becoming a bit much. I didn’t want to come off rude, or hurt her feelings, so I didn’t know how to tell my friend she couldn’t go out with us anymore. Tyree and I had to start communicating with each other before we drove home, so we could meet up somewhere for dinner without her. Two months went by and I couldn’t take her sitting around all day enjoying a free ride. I started picking up applications for her, circling job listings in the newspaper, and I even introduced her to DeeDee Delight. I figured a female friend would do her some good. She could start going to straight clubs again, maybe find a man, have a female friend to go out with, and talk to, period. DeeDee was the only other female that I knew like that besides Christina, but that gold digging hoe married an older, wealthy Jewish man, who she hated and talked about all of the time. As soon as he asked her out, and started buying her things, she was all on his little dick. Bragging to Ebony and me about how much money he gives her, and showing us what he brought for her. You know how new money is, they always come from nothing, and then when they get it, they have to show off how much they spend and what they spend it on. She stopped hanging out with us after the wedding. She even stopped accepting our calls with no kind of explanation. I couldn’t believe how fake she was. Hopefully, her husband realized she was just using him for his money and divorce that bitch. Normally, I don’t wish bad things on people, but she wasn’t a good person. Ebony said she was going to smack the shit out of her, for ignoring her calls if they ever crossed paths again. I can’t see myself physically assaulting someone over something so petty, it would have to be absolutely necessary, or self-defense. I’m a lover not a fighter. Ebony is the complete opposite. Thankfully, she hit it off with DeeDee, they were getting along well. They both were big weed heads, so they loved hanging out with each other. I loved playing spades so one night I invited DeeDee over to meet Ebony, and to get a game going. I loved to gamble so we each bet five hundred dollars, so the winners would get a thousand dollars apiece.

  “So, who’s my partner?” DeeDee asked.

  I knew Ebony wasn’t that good at playing Spades, so I partnered up with Tyree. I’m very competitive so I hate being partners with someone who doesn’t know how to play the game, and I hate losing. Plus, I figured if Ebony and DeeDee were partners, they would have to talk and kind of get a feel for each other.

  “I have to warn you. I don’t play cards like that, so I hope we win,” Ebony said to DeeDee.

  “Don’t worry girl, we got this. Nobody can beat me at this game. Just make sure you bid right, and pay attention. We’re winning that money.”

  Ebony looked nervous because she bet $500.00 out of the $800.00 dollars her father sent to her earlier that day. I couldn’t believe she didn’t offer me any of the money, especially since I’ve been financially supporting her for months; yet she could risk five hundred dollars on a game of Spades. I couldn’t wait to win and take her money.

  “Damn, Ebony, are you going to pass the blunt? You’ve taken five hits off it already,” I said because I was frustrated.

  “Wow, looks who’s counting hits,” Ebony replied sarcastically, as she laughed and passed the blunt to Tyree.

  “He needs to be counting his books. Wait, he doesn’t have any,” DeeDee said as she burst out laughing. “And you bid four? You need the rest of these books to make your bid or you’re going to bump,” she added after she stopped laughing.

  “I don’t care, just pass me the damn blunt,” I demanded.

  “Aww, don’t be a bitter Betty, Jamar. It’s only a game,” Ebony teased.

  “A game that he’s about to lose $500.00 dollars on. Talking about “we should play for money”, see, you’re the one that kept asking us to bet,” DeeDee said.

  “I thought you said you could get four?” Tyree asked with an attitude.

  “No, I said we had to bid four. I told you I could get three. Maybe if I had some help from you we would’ve made our bid,” I replied.

  “Look, I told you I didn’t have anything as soon as I looked at my cards,” Tyree said, sounding as if he was frustrated, too.

  “Calm down, boys, because I need everybody’s attention. I want you to watch this,”

  DeeDee said, before taking a deep pull from the blunt. She held the smoke in for a minute and then released all of it out through her nose.

  “Game over. We won,” DeeDee said as she laid down her last four cards. She had the big joker, the little joker, the two of spades, and the ace of spades.

  “We ran a Boston on that ass. We got all of the books. Give me my money,” DeeDee said, before she started laughing as she grabbed the money off the center of the dining room table.

  “That’s some bullshit. I’ve never had anyone run a Boston on me,” Tyree yelled.

  “It’s the luck of the draw, baby,” Ebony said to Tyree.

  “Whatever, shut up, you ain’t even that good,” Tyree replied as he got up to go sit on the couch.

  “Yes, I am, and you know it. Don’t be mad ‘cause I beat you,” Ebony said, as she tried rubbing it in some more.

  “We beat him,” DeeDee said as she looked and smiled at Ebony.

  “That’s right, girl, we kicked their asses,” Ebony said as she smiled back at DeeDee.

  “Here you go, sweetie. Here’s a thousand for you and a thousand for me,” DeeDee said as she handed Ebony her money.

  Ebony doubled her money and still didn’t offer me a dime. She was going to have to do something soon because I wasn’t going to keep supporting her for too much longer. DeeDee and Ebony got drunk as they laughed and teased us all night long. It was annoying, but I was happy that they were getting along. I could tell they were going to be good friends. DeeDee didn’t live that far, so she decided to leave at 3:00 AM. After Ebony passed out on the couch, Tyree banged me out on the living room floor. He was high, horny, and hooked on this ass. He couldn’t wait to go into the bedroom and had to have me right there. I fell asleep on the floor shortly after he finished. I woke up butt ass naked at 11:00AM to find a messy house, no Ebony, and no Tyree. They managed to make it to their beds, but let me sleep ass up on the living room floor.

  Chapter 11

  Baby Bi the Way.

  It was eight weeks later and Breeze and I were inseparable again. His nasty attitude would vanish, to reappear at any random moment. I was beginning to understand him and kind of know when he was going to get cunty, so I found myself walking on eggshells and minding my P’s and Q’s. It wasn’t the way I wanted to live in the long run, but for the time being, I was going to ride his bipolar wave. I was just going to be about having fun while making what was major money for me. That day on my way to the warehouse, I called Breeze on his cell to let him know that I would be there soon. It wasn’t easy keeping the peace and my distance from Tanya, but Breeze and I were finding ways to keep things civil at work, for the most part.

  “What’s up DeeDee, who are you filming with today?” I asked as I entered the dressing room. DeeDee and I had gotten kind of friendly and somewhat joined forces against the evil we liked to call Sky Scrapper.

  “Girl, I’m fucking Tommy Thunder. I been putting that shit off for months but it finally caught up with me,” she said while laughing.

  “I thought that you would be thrilled to work with him, he’s hung like a horse from what I’ve seen.”

  “It’s not the size that scares me; it’s what he does with it. He fucks as if he is a caged animal. You can barely walk when he’s done with you,” she said while damn near cringing.

  “I had to use Mr. Purple all morning just to get my shit ready,” DeeDee said while holding up and eight inch thick dildo. Everyone in the dressing room let out a roar of laughter. Most understood what she was saying because they also had the misfortune of working with
Tommy. As soon as I had seen his shlong, I told Breeze that I wanted nothing to do with it. I knew what I was able to handle and that was out of my size comfort zone.

  “Who’s breaking your back today?”

  “It’s gonna be my first threesome. I tried to talk Breeze out of making me do it, but he’s been pressing me about it hard.

  “Who’s gonna run that train?” DeeDee asked as she dried between her legs with a towel.

  “Some dudes named Konceited and Krave, and yes, I was told that they are both spelled with K’s,” I said while shaking my head. But who was I to judge? I went from Jasmine to Jezebel in one swell swoop of a fuck.

  “Girl, you know that you gotta do anything to stick out in porn. To tell you the truth, I kind of like that they spell both names with a K, it’s different and memorable. Anyway, what did Breeze tell you about those two?” she asked with a weird look on her face.

  “Exactly what he needed to tell her, why even ask? She’s a fucking worker bee just like the rest of you sluts, so she gets told enough for her to be able to do her job.”

  Neither of us had noticed the wicked witch of Fantasy Pictures walking in. She towered over DeeDee as she spat her nasty words.

  “Bitch, fuck you, I didn’t hear anybody talking to your ass did I?” DeeDee asked as she looked around the room.

  “I think that Jazzy deserves to know who she’s about to fuck and that means that Breeze should have told her so. You’re the only one in here who would fuck a dog, horse, or she-male if Breeze asked you to. What am I saying? You can cross two of those things off that list from what I heard.”

  The whole room laughed at Tanya and that pissed her off. She walked up on DeeDee and did the unthinkable. By the time Tanya’s hand slid across DeeDee’s face, her hands were already around Tanya’s neck and her fist was slamming into her face.

  “DIDN’T I TELL YOU TO STOP TRYING ME BITCH?” DeeDee yelled as she was being pulled off of Tanya.