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by Joseph, Fabiola;L. Ramsey, Matthew


  I started to laugh because I thought he was joking.

  “Would you like that Krave?”

  “Are you serious?”

  “Of course, he does whatever I want. I invite some of my other rich friends over once a month when they can get away from their wives, and Caleb is the party favor, he loves it.”

  That was more information than I needed to know, because I was interested and excited before he said that. I figured I’d still make him feel special though.

  “I’m only here to see you.”

  While we ate we got to know each other. He told me the ins and outs of making a movie, and I told him all about the porn business. I also found out he paid sixty million for his mansion, which made me realize I’m working in the wrong industry. I could only dream about having that much money to spend on a place to live.

  *****

  “Did you get enough to eat?”

  “I did, thank you.”

  “Okay, well, let me show you around. That way, in case you become a regular guest, you’ll know where everything is.”

  Typical rich person looking to show off what he owned. I didn’t mind at all, because I wanted to be nosey, and see what all he had in that place. His living room looked a little too fancy for me. The furniture looked expensive, but it looked like no one was allowed in there. There was marble and hardwood flooring throughout the entire place. The dining room was just as fancy, crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, and the long dining room table could sit eighteen. Although I only used one of his twelve bathrooms, I'm sure all of them were just as nice. My favorite room was his red and black theme room that looked like it should be featured in some kind of style magazine. It had a grand piano, a lighted fire place, some red and black leather lounge chairs, two matching love seats, and a bar with bottles of every kind of alcohol that you could think of; which made me realize I was now ready for a drink. He made me a Vodka and cranberry before pouring himself some more scotch. We walked down the hall so he could show me his library, which put my bookshelves to shame. After that he insisted on showing me his eight bedrooms, including the master bedroom, he said, “In case you ever decide to spend the night over here, Krave, you must know where the guest rooms are.” I could've cared less what his bedrooms looked like, I was just ready to collect my cash and head back to L.A. But, I did like the fact that he was talking as if I would be invited over more than once. We had to go upstairs, which he had two sets of. On the left side there were more beautiful paintings, while on the right side of the steps, the entire wall was a mirror. All of the rooms were nice, but of course the master bedroom was the best. He had what I thought was a connecting bedroom, but it turned out to be his walk-in closet. I couldn't help but notice there were men's clothes on one side, and woman's clothes on the other. My curiosity got the best of me so I asked.

  “What's with all of the dresses, heels, and gowns?”

  “That's all for you beautiful. Pick out something sexy to wear for me, for later.”

  “OH, HELL NO. THAT WAS NOT PART OF OUR DEAL. I AIN'T A BITCH, SO I DON'T CARE HOW MUCH MONEY YOU'RE PAYING ME; I'M NOT WEARING WOMAN'S CLOTHES!”

  He let out the hardiest laugh that I had ever heard. He was laughing so hard that he had to hold on to a dresser, and catch his breath before speaking again.

  “Calm down and loosen up a little, I was just fucking with you Krave. It was worth it though, because you should’ve seen your face.”

  He started to laugh some more, but when he saw that I wasn't laughing he finally answered my question.

  “That's my wife's half of the closet.”

  I had no idea he was married, and now I was nervous because all these scenarios of her catching us in the act played out in my mind.

  “Your wife, is she home?”

  “Oh, no, I sent her on vacation with some of her girlfriends on a trip to Europe. She won't be back until sometime next month.”

  That was a relief, but I still felt bad for her. He must have noticed my expression changed, or somehow knew what I was thinking.

  “My wife knows I live an alternate lifestyle, so don't let the fact that I'm married bother you. I don't think it matters how many men I fuck, as long as I continue to spoil her rotten.”

  I don't blame her. I could tell this man was worth a fortune, so if I was her I'd put up with his “alternate” lifestyle too.

  As we were taking the elevator down to the basement he said he wasn't going to bother showing me his garage because he had 20 cars in there that were way too expensive, and he didn't want to show off, but it was a little too late for that. His wine cellar was fully stocked. He grabbed a bottle, which he said was his favorite, and said that we could enjoy it during the movie. As we headed to his movie theatre we passed his gym, which looked like it didn't get much use which was a damn shame. It looked better than any private gym that I've been too. Once we finally made it to the movie theatre it was really nice. There were 25 red leather recliner chairs that were very comfortable. He pushed a button on a remote control that made the curtains open revealing his huge movie screen. He offered me some popcorn and candy, but I was still full from lunch. He poured each of us a glass a wine before we took a seat in the middle of the theatre. He lit his cigar, so I lit one of my blunts. Finally, he pushed another button on his remote which started the movie.

  “That movie was so good, but it was sick and twisted. Every time I thought I knew who the killer was that person was murdered.”

  “I had a feeling you'd like it. I'm excited about it, because I know it's going to be a big money maker.”

  “I'm sure, so what's next?”

  I had a feeling he wanted to get it in, but I thought I'd just ask for the hell of it.

  “Now it's time for us to play, and have fun.”

  We walked two doors down, and it was the first room that he had to actually unlock, which let me know right away that it was his private room.

  “Don't let the next room scare you, or turn you off. It's my fantasy room.”

  I didn't know what to think, or say so I just smiled and waited for him to open the door. As soon as I walked in my mouth went from a smile to frozen wide opened. I was shocked; he had me in a dungeon that looked like it was straight out of one of his horror movies. I reached for my cell, because I was scared this old pervert was about to lock me up, or torture me. There were all kinds of cages, handcuffs, whips, sex toys, leather body suits, paddles, chains, and a sling in the middle of the room. Now I was really ready to run the hell out of there. He walked over to this table that had a silver briefcase on it. I waited to see what he was about to do with it. He unlocked the briefcase before slowly opening it revealing a lot of money.

  “I'm sure you had to be wondering when you were going to get your fee. Well, here it is. Feel free to count it, but I promise you it's all there.”

  “I don't need to count it, I trust you.”

  “Okay, well make sure you grab it on our way out, but for now let's get started.”

  He must have been real comfortable with himself because he stripped down butter ball naked, and then walked over to the wall and picked out a leather skin tight outfit that had a hood with a zipper over the mouth area, and an open area in the back to reveal his ass. He put it on right there in front of me, and I had to hold back from laughing because he was having a lot of issues pulling it up over his body. He eventually got it on, and was sweating grotesquely. I've never seen anyone in that kind of outfit before let alone a fat, old white man. He went from being a normal looking rich citizen to a freak. After seeing that I can only imagine the things people are doing behind closed doors. He unzipped his mask and talked.

  “Don't be shy Krave. Go ahead and take off your clothes, and make sure you take everything off, I want you completely bare. The only think I want on you is one of my black cock rings.”

  Ok now I was starting to feel like a piece of meat. You would think I'd be used to it by now, but this was definitely different than filming a
movie. I just had to stay focused on my suitcase as I did what I was told.

  Once he was in his outfit he looked scary, I didn't know how I was going to get turned on enough to get through our session. He made me help him in the sling, make sure he was locked in to the connecting chains, and then reminded me that he wanted me to be aggressive, dominate him, and degrade him. I needed my other blunt because my high was long gone. While I smoked I made sure he served me orally, and to get hard I closed my eyes and pictured it was Caleb. Each time he gagged on my nine inches I would smack him across his masked face, and then make him beg me for more. It was far from my personality, but I was able to put my acting skills to use. I was half way through the blunt when my cell phone started vibrating, I didn't pay it any mind, because I wanted to give Mr. Visage my full attention. I finished smoking than walked over to his wall of shame, and grabbed the wooden paddle. I started off lightly smacking his ass, but each time I made contact he would scream out “HARDER!” It didn't matter how hard I smacked his now bright red ass, he would continue to moan for more. My arm got tired before he did. I finally switched it up and beat him with the whip all over his body while calling him degrading names. I moved on to the toys, and used everything from different size butt plugs to large dildos in his used and abused hole. He begged me to fist him, and I told him he had a choice, my dick or my fist. That sick fuck chose my fist. I was relieved that I didn't have to penetrate him, but turned off that he wanted my fist up his ass. I had never done that before, so I didn't know what to expect. He told me where the Vaseline, and gloves were, that when on they covered not only my hand but covered my arm all the way up to my elbow. I felt like I was about to impregnate a cow, no pun intended. I only got four of my fingers inside him, before working on my thumb when my BlackBerry would not stop going off. Even though it was in vibrating mode, it was still annoying and distracting. I apologized and told him I had to get that, and afterwards I would turn my phone off. The first few missed calls were from a number I didn't recognize, but the other thirteen missed calls were from DeeDee. I also noticed she sent me a text saying “CALL ME ASAP. 911 911 911”

  I didn't feel like hearing her drama at that moment, but being the good friend that I am, my conscience wouldn't let me ignore her. Her phone only rang once before she picked up and dropped a bomb on me. I thought my heart stopped because I was frozen again, and didn't know where I was for a few seconds. When reality kicked back in, I cut her off from talking and yelling at me for taking so long to pick up and told her “I'M ON MY WAY!”

  I was in frantic mod. At first I didn't even know where my clothes were. Finally I realized where they were, ran over and started putting them on so fast, it was as if I was Superman trying to get back in his every day Clark Kent clothes before someone recognized him. Once Mr. Visage realized I was fully dressed, he demanded that I stop what I was doing and finish what we started, but I wasn't hearing him. I mean I was hearing what he was saying, but it wasn't registering in my brain. Finally, I grabbed my suit case and started to run out, so he realized I was leaving for real.

  “Can you at least unlock these locks, and help me down? The key is on the table.”

  At that moment I felt bad for him, and realized I couldn't leave him hanging up in the sling could I? Well after I checked, and double checked the table for the key with no luck, I couldn't search any longer.

  “I'm sorry Mr. Visage. I can't find the key, and under any other circumstance I wouldn't leave you like this but it's an emergency. I have to go, I'm so sorry.”

  As I ran out the dungeon and headed for the elevator I heard him yelling for me to tell Caleb he needed help down. When the elevator made it to the main level I ran past Caleb cleaning up and with one breath I told him

  “Your boss needs your help I'm sure you know where to find him.”

  I ran outside and Eddie was leaning against the limo smoking a cigarette. When he saw me charging toward the limo like a linebacker, he quickly put it out, and opened up the door for me.

  “Is everything okay? I expected to be out here for a few more hours.”

  “No, it's not. Take me Good Samaritan Hospital in L.A. as fast as you can.”

  Chapter 25

  “We’re here for the Dash party.”

  The drive to Santa Barbara was surreal. I felt like I was in this brand new space, one that was unearthly, a place where only Lanell and I existed. Our love was our oxygen and our passion was the food that silenced our hunger. Several times as he drove, I looked over at him. I couldn’t get over how fate had thrown us together. He came up to me in The Devil’s Den without even knowing that we would meet again. He had no idea that we were going to be filming together that night, yet something pulled him toward me, and something kept us together.

  “What are you thinking about Jasmine, you look like your plotting something?”

  I wrapped my hand tighter around his massive hand and leaned over and kissed his neck. I sat there trying to find the right words, the words that would make him fully understand my hearts reaction to him, but I felt like nothing could come close.

  “Just thinking about life and what it has offered me. So many times, we wake up and pray for the things that don’t matter or the things that in the end, will be meaningless. But sitting in the car with you right now… it just makes me realize that most of what I have wanted doesn’t matter, it’s the people that we meet, the people that we love, even the ones we hate, they are the ones who shape us, who shape our lives. Like you and me, out of everyone in the world we found each other and that’s a needle in a hay stack. I bet if just one thing in our lives was changed, we wouldn’t be sitting here together today.”

  “So are you saying that you’re thankful for porn?” Lanell asked as if he only half way understood where I was going with my statement.

  “What I’m saying is that if it weren’t for porn I would have never met you.”

  “You never know,” he said with a shrug of his shoulder.

  “That’s just it, we will never know. But what we do know is that because of it, I have found you and I’ll always be thankful for that. I can’t really see my life without you now, even if I did have all of this going on with the dancing and the move. I just don’t think that it would be the same without you. It’s almost as if my heart beats for you,” I said looking straight as him. When the words left my mouth he took his eyes off of the road and stared at me. Then he pulled to the side of the road and undid his seatbelt. I took his hand and put it up to my heart as if I was trying to prove my statement true. It wasn’t long before his lips were on mine and my body was on top of his.

  “You really wanna do this out here?” he asked, as I pulled up the skirt that I had on and adjusted myself on top of him.

  “It’s not like we’re not used to having people watch.”

  The cars zoomed by as I unzipped his pants. He pulled off my top and slipped one of my perky breasts from my top and slipped his mouth over my nipple. I moaned as I reached over and turned the volume knob up higher.

  “Trying to set the mood?” Lanell asked with a smile.

  “You fine as hell, I guess I met you for a reason only time will tell.”

  I rapped along with J. Cole as if the lyrics were written for me. And since it was about eight in the morning I asked what Drake and Mr. Cole asked on the song. Can I hit it in the morning? I felt his stiffness between my legs and I was just as ready as he was. I reached down and pulled out the part of his body I wanted inside of me. I smiled at the chocolate thunder that was his dick and knew I was about to get my world rocked. I slid down on his pole really slow, wanting to feel every inch of him in me. As I did my job holding a steady pace, he slipped his hand down and eased the seat down. I lowered my chest back to his mouth and he continued making wetter and wetter. As the songs changed and our love sounds now merged with the song Red Lips off of Trey Songs Passion, Pain, and Pleasure album. We we’re both close to finishing the race. He leaned up and kissed my red lips and made me
cum. Within the next minute or so, he followed suit.

  *****

  The drive from Vegas to Santa Barbara was about five hours, but that didn’t matter. Lanell and I enjoyed each other’s company, sex, and conversation. We talked about the new life we were going to have in Vegas and as far as we both were concerned, the stars were the limit. We checked into the hotel and after showering, we took a short nap. We woke up around four, got ourselves together and went out for lunch.

  “I’ve been thinking,” I said before taking a sip of my drink.

  “I wanna go shopping and pick up something nice for tonight, plus I want to bring a gift.”

  Lanell looked up from his food and smiled before shaking his head.

  “What?” I asked with my own smile crawling across my face.

  “I remember when we went to that Caribbean day thing and I brought you an outfit to wear, you gave me hell for that shit so I wasn’t even gonna ask if you wanted to shop for…for something more appropriate.”

  I laughed. Wow that only seemed like yesterday.

  “Well, I was just thinking that the clothes I have with me aren’t right to meet your family in, not with my ass hanging out and all.”

  I stood up and turned around so he could see the short shorts that barely covered my round ass.

  “And there’s one more thing,” I said while taking my seat. He waited to hear what I had to say.

  “Would you mind if we told your family that I was a performer in Vegas instead of the truth? It’s not like we would be completely lying,” I said with a sly smile. I couldn’t tell how he was taking my request. His face was blank and I started to worry that asking him totally was wrong.

  “That’s really sweet Jasmine.”

  “What?”

  “That you want to make a good impression for my folks. That shows that you’re in this 100%.”

 

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