PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans

by Joseph, Fabiola;L. Ramsey, Matthew

  She stopped talking and turned to look at Ebony.

  “See I told your ass to stay in the car.”

  Ebony sucked her teeth, and rolled her eyes before responding.

  “I told your ass to leave the truck running, but you didn't want to waste your gas. I wasn't staying in that sweat box as hot as it is today.”

  DeeDee looked at her like talk to me like that again, and you'll need to be admitted in the ER, so Ebony quickly looked away and put her head down, and went back to playing on her cell phone. By that point everyone in the waiting room was staring at us, so I didn't want to continue causing a scene. The tension was thick, and all three of us were quiet. My thoughts kept shifting from Tyree being hurt, to Tyree fucking that bitch. After about ten minutes Ebony finally looked up and spoke.

  “Jamar, can we please talk?”

  Was this bitch serious? I thought we were clear that I never wanted to see or speak to her ever again. Then, I figured I would try to embarrass her, and let our audience, who I noticed we’re still looking and listening know the type of person she was.

  “Oh, you want to talk, huh? Well, sure we can talk. I see you found someone else to use and live off of. Are you fucking DeeDee’s man when she’s sleeping too?”

  “Excuse me, I beg your pardon,” Ebony replied with attitude.

  “You heard me.”

  DeeDee looked up and turned her head so fast to look at Ebony’s reaction before adding her two cents in.

  “We’re waiting.”

  “What? Are you serious DeeDee?”

  “Hell yeah, answer the question, bitch,” DeeDee replied, with a smirk on her face.

  “DeeDee now you know you’re my girl. I would never do anything to betray you.”

  “I know I’m just fucking with you. Besides, I would never leave my man alone with you, I know better.”

  Ebony’s mouth was wide opened, and she looked surprisingly shocked at DeeDee’s response.

  “You better not DeeDee. I was her boy, and you see what she did to me.”

  “Oh, I know. I’m not stupid. I learned from your lesson.”

  “You two aren’t just going to talk about me like I’m not here.”

  “Oh, we know you’re there, whoever you are, because you damn sure aren’t real, or a friend.”

  “Look, Jamar I don’t expect you to ever forgive me, and I doubt we’ll be friends again, but I think you should know Tyree was the one who seduced me. I was vulnerable, and missed the feeling of having a man. Someone I could lie in bed with, someone who wanted to hold me, not just fuck me, and then leave me. I also think you should know… I’m still in love with him, and that’s the real reason why I didn’t wait in the car.”

  “WHATTTT?” DeeDee screamed out loud.

  I didn't know what to say, but I knew what to do. I jumped across the chair and hit Ebony in her face so hard that her head jerked back almost hitting the wall.

  “Oh, shit he hit her,” I heard some young guy sitting by us yell out.

  While Ebony was trying to figure out what just happened I started choking the shit out of her. I had both hands around her neck squeezing as hard as I could. I wasn't going to kill her, but I wanted that evil bitch to damn near black out before I planned on letting up. The fear I saw in her eyes let me know she'd never test me again.

  “Someone help her, he's going to kill her,” some old lady screamed.

  Right when I was about to tell her if she even looked at Tyree again I'd kill her, two hot males nurses, one white, one black, came out of nowhere and pulled me off of her.

  “Here take my keys and go wait out in the car, but you're filling my gas tank up when we leave. Trust me you'll thank me later because that death stare that Jamar is giving you doesn't look good,” DeeDee said as she interrupted my daydream, bringing me back to reality.

  “You low down, dirty, disgusting bitch, you're lucky we are in a room full of people right now, especially those nurses because I was a millisecond away from jumping up, and if I did, I was gonna try MY BEST to fuck you up.”

  “I wish you wou...”

  Before Ebony could finish her comment, DeeDee covered her mouth with her hand.

  “Girl, take your disrespectful ass out to the car right now, you know you're wrong for that shit. Now I'm starting to get pissed,” DeeDee said as she was damn near pushing Ebony up out of her chair. I didn’t even think about what I did next, but as Ebony walked in front of my chair, I stuck my leg out causing her to trip up; but that lucky bitch didn't fall on her face like I pictured, she was able to catch her balance.

  “You're lucky I didn't fall.”

  “No, you're lucky I didn't choke the shit out of you.”

  “It's all good, you'll never have what your man really desires, and you'll end up all alone and devastated… eventually.”

  That hoe hit a nerve in me that made me jump up, but before I could do anything DeeDee grabbed me, and held me back. Ebony strutted away laughing as if she knew something I didn't know.

  “DeeDee, you better control your bitch.”

  “Don't worry about it Jamar, she's gone. Trust me, I had no idea she would take it there. I pictured that going totally different in my head. I really wanted her to wait in my truck, but when she refused I thought it would be the perfect time for you two to talk. I assumed she'd apologize, or if anything cry and beg for your forgiveness.”

  Before I could reply my thoughts were interrupted.

  “Excuse me. Is everything okay over here?”

  Neither one of us replied. DeeDee and I just looked at the nurse like she should mind her own business.

  “Well anyway I just wanted to let you know that Mr. Jones is okay, and he can have visitors now.”

  The nurse didn’t say anything else she just led the way to Tyree’s room. As soon as I entered I was relieved to see that he was up and he seemed okay, but I was sad when I saw that he was all bandaged up, and his arm was in a cast. He smiled as soon as he saw me, which let me know everything would be all right. However, I still wanted to know how he ended up in the hospital.

  “Oh, my God, Tyree are you okay?” I asked as I grabbed his hand, and gently kissed him on the lips.

  “Yeah, I’m okay now, thank God.”

  “Baby, what happened?” I asked softly and sincerely as my eyes started to get watery as I looked at the love of my life laid up in a hospital bed.

  “Your boy tried to kill me.”

  “My boy? What are you talking about?”

  I was so lost, and confused. I wished he’d spit it out already.

  “Karma, he tried to kill me.”

  “What? Why would he do that?”

  None of it made sense to me. I’ve always thought Karma was a little off, but why would he want to hurt Tyree? I didn’t think he was capable of killing someone, but then again how well did I really know him?

  “Well, I’m not a hundred percent sure, but he got arrested, so the police are investigating it. They should be questioning him as we speak.”

  “Are you serious? Tell us everything and start from the beginning.”

  “Well, he called and asked me if I wanted to go out for some drinks and get high. I was finished with work and bored so I decided to go. Everything was good at first. We had lunch, laughed, and talked like we’ve been boys for years. That was until he got a few drinks in him, and sniffed some coke. After that he wouldn’t stop talking about you.”

  *****

  Karma and I left the sports bar, both feeling good and tipsy. Before we pulled out of the parking lot we decided to smoke a blunt in Blaze’s truck first.

  “So how long have you and Jamar been dating?”

  “About two years now, why?”

  “I’m just wondering. How is everything going between you two? I heard you go out of town a lot?”

  If this dude keeps asking me about Jamar I’m calling it a night. I came out to have fun, not talk about my relationship.

  “Were doing great, are you writing a
book about us or something? Damn you ask a lot of questions.”

  “What’s Jamar’s favorite kind of cologne?”

  What the fuck? This dude’s mind is all over the place. What the fuck was he snorting earlier, because he is not the same person I was speaking to earlier.

  “Yo, why the fuck do you keep asking questions about my boy?”

  “Don't get buck, Tyree, I'm asking because now that I'm dating Blaze, I wanna know how long the honeymoon phase will last.”

  “What do you mean by that?”

  “I see the way you look at Krave, I mean Jamar as if he's just your boy, and not you lover. You even called him that yourself. If I had a man as fine as him I'd be staring him down, and making love to him 24-7. Since you're not doing those things, there has to be someone else in the picture.”

  “Nigga, you don't know what the fuck you're talking about, and you don't know my life. Take me the fuck home before we have a problem.”

  “Look, I wasn't trying to make you mad; I was just stating the obvious and trying to look out for Jamar.”

  “Damn, he must've really dicked you down cuz you're on his dick hard.”

  “If you really want to know he did work me over, I can't stop thinking about it. I've been trying to get Breeze to set up another scene for us, but he said Jamar's schedule is too full right now.”

  Hold up he's sweating Jamar? I'm the light skin, big dick, pretty nigga at Fantasy Pictures. He should be sweating me. Something isn't right here, but I know how to fix that.

  “The reason you're all on Jamar's dick is because you haven't had mine yet.”

  I didn't even bother to look at his reaction, or wait to hear his response. I just pulled my semi hard dick out and started jerking it until my shit was on rock. I knew his young and willing ass wouldn't be able to resist it.

  “Oh, my God, you're dick is huge! I remember seeing it once in a picture on the company website, and thought it was big and now that I've seen it in person I don’t know how anyone can take that shit.”

  I didn't say anything because I could tell by the lust filled look in his eyes he wanted it. I grabbed his small smooth hand, and put it on my dick. He couldn't even close his hand around my thick piece. He didn't reject my invitation and he knew exactly what to do with it. He stroked it a few times instead of instantly going down on me, because he didn't want to look so hungry, but just as I thought he had to have it. His oral skills were okay. I could tell he wasn't used to dicks my size; but I knew with time he'd be on Supa head’s status. While he was serving me up, I stuck my hands down the back of his jeans and started rubbing on his smooth bubble butt. I couldn't resist playing with his hole, so I put two of my fingers in my mouth to get them nice and wet before I started exploring. Feeling how tight he was inside made me crave more than just head. I knew Blaze had condoms and lube in his glove department from hanging out and fucking him in the past. That freak was always prepared and never left home without them. I reached forward, and opened up the glove box so I could get the items I needed.

  “Take off your clothes nigga and get in the back, oh, and put the seats down,” I demanded.

  “Huh, for what? I can finish this up here?”

  “Don't play dumb nigga, you know why. Besides, I rarely cum from head.”

  “I don't think I can take your dick, it's too big.”

  “Yo, hurry the fuck up and stop playing. I need to get home soon, and don't worry I'll be gentle.”

  I was lying. I couldn't tell you how many times I've used that line on bitches, and as soon as I was in deep enough I'd beat it up. Nine times out of ten they'd cum quick from my stroke game and moan out in ecstasy begging me not to stop; but not Karma, he kept squirming and running from me, he was too tense from the thought of us getting caught.

  “I swear to God, yo, if you don't stay still and let me get it, I'm gon' rape your ass.”

  “I'm trying, but it hurts,” he pleaded.

  “Well, just fucking relax already, no one is going to catch us. Get high again if you have to.”

  Sure enough he reached in his pants pocket, pulled out a baggie, made two long straight lines of white powder, rolled up a 20 dollar bill in the shape of a straw, and sniffed both lines up his nose. I watched as his eyes rolled up in the back of his head, he was feeling the effects, so I knew he'd be ready for me now. I bent him over and didn't waste any time getting back inside of him. Now Karma was taking my dick like a pro. Once he started moaning I sped up and was banging his back out as hard as I could. His moans would turn into screams, then back into moans over and over again. I pushed him down so he was lying flat on his stomach and went to work for at least 20 minutes straight, as his high came down he would try to get up, or move but I'd push him right back down, hold him still, and keep going. It was so good that I wished I could've used him for my pleasure all day, but happy hour was starting and the crowds were coming in and out of the bar so I had to force myself to cum, however it didn't take much effort since I had been holding out for a while. After I pulled out, I took off the cum-filled condom, wrapped it up in some napkins, and threw it out the window. I quickly got dressed and realized Karma was still lying down and lightly moaning.

  “Mannnn, what the fuck are you doing? Hurry up and get dressed. I told you ass already I don't have all night. I wanna get home before Jamar does.”

  Karma slowly got up to put his clothes on. I knew by looking at his body language, and from experience, that I stretched him out good and he'd feel me inside of him for the next day or two. I left my mark hoping he'd forget all about Jamar, but I didn't get what I had hoped for. As we were pulling out of the parking lot, that little motherfucka still asked me questions about my boy.

  “So do you think if I break up with Blaze, we, meaning you, Jamar, and myself could work something out? I'd loved to date you both, we could do threesomes, or I’ll be there when one of you isn't in the mood, or when you're out of town I'll fulfill Jamar's needs.”

  “Look, shorty, it ain't happening point blank. Jamar is crazy in love with me, and I already got too much going on to deal with you. Just stay with Blaze and hope and pray you get to film some movies with us from time to time.”

  “Okay, I see how you are now.”

  “Whatever, it is what it is, so stop with the fucking questions already?”

  “Fine, but I have to ask you one last question.”

  “WHAT, YO?”

  Okay, now his drunk ass was irritating the fuck outta me. I started thinking I should've just caught a cab home.

  “Do you think if you weren't in the picture Jamar would consider dating me?”

  I noticed as he asked his last question, he started speeding up. By the time I looked forward and realized we were going through a red light, I had no reaction time and couldn't do anything so I tensed up. I heard and felt the strong impact on my right side before I blacked out from either the force, out of fear, or both.

  “So you mean to tell me, you had a few drinks, and as soon as you left the bar he tried to kill you by running a red light?”

  “That's exactly what happened.”

  “Did you ever think that he was just too drunk and too high to drive and you should've called for a cab?”

  “Ever since I came to I wished I had, but the more I think about it I'm convinced he tried to kill me.”

  “Baby, Karma is definitely a little strange, but he wouldn't risk killing himself or going to jail for murdering someone right after hanging out with the person. It was an accident.”

  “Whatever, I don't wanna talk about it anymore.”

  I felt like Tyree wasn't telling me the whole story, but there wasn't much I could do about it. He rolled his eyes, and started getting frustrated like a bitch, and didn't want to talk about it anymore. At that moment I thought about my mother, because she would always say “What is done in the dark will come to light.”

  “Well, Ty, I'm glad you're alive, and I hope everything is going to be okay. I gotta get outta here. I d
on't like hospitals; Lord knows I've been to enough of them, and who knows what Ebony is doing in my truck. She might've fucked around and left me.”

  “A'ight, DeeDee, thanks for coming and for calling Jamar. Oh, and...never mind, I'll holla at you later.”

  DeeDee gave me a hug and told me to be safe, and that she'd call me later. The nurse walked back in and said Tyree would have to stay overnight because they were waiting on the x-ray results. The doctor wanted to make sure there was no internal bleeding, or other serious injuries. Tyree told me to go ahead and go home, but there was no way I was leaving my man like that. I gave him a kiss, caught a cab home to put my suitcase in a safe hiding spot until I could get to the bank, I sent Mr. Visage a text explaining what happened, apologized for the way I left, and told him next time I’d turn my phone off and he'd have me all to himself. Then, I finally grabbed some clean clothes for Tyree and myself and headed back to the hospital. As I walked back in his room he asked if I had any weed on me, and we both laughed. I apologized for forgetting his favorite thing, gave him a kiss, and finally I lied up next to him and we watched some TV until we fell asleep.

  Chapter 27

  “I’m sorry Jamar but I had to tell you.”

  I spent the day after Lanell left at the spa. I pampered myself by getting a full body massage, my hair and nails done, a facial, and full body wax. Once I was done and dressed, it was around six in the evening and I got a strong urge to see my friends. I hadn’t seen them since the whole fiasco at the warehouse so I gave them a call. I dialed DeeDee first.

  “Hey bitch, whatcha doin'?”

  “Not a damn thing. Bobby and I just came from an early dinner since he got to work tonight, why, you wanna hang?”

  “Hell yeah, I’m gonna call Jamar and see what’s up with him, but I’m gonna tell him to meet us a half an hour later ‘cause we need to talk.”

  The words hadn’t even left my mouth yet and she was already asking what I needed to talk to her about.