How I Became Lotus Raine...the Porn Star (15 page)

I’m not going to lie, it was hot. And it wasn’t just Brent. The damn red head was hot, too. She could have calmed down on the loud, over exaggerated moaning, but other than that, she knew how to work it.

I didn’t touch myself as I watched it, even though there were moments my pussy was purring for me to. As I watched, the thing I noticed and enjoyed was the fact that Brent didn’t seem to talk as he was fucking on camera. It was only one movie I was watching, so it could’ve very well varied per disk. I’m sure different directors request different things, including dirty talk—or talking period. A little sliver inside me hoped that he kept most of the sexy talk for personal purposes and not acting.

I was just glad that he wasn’t some pizza delivery guy or a plumber showing up to clean out an innocent woman’s, who happened to be barely dressed, clogged pipes. Those were the corny story lines I remember seeing. I was glad to see that they’d improved through the years. But I knew that Brent could have been dressed like Luigi with a plunger in tow, knocking on some broad’s door dressed up as Princess Toadstool, and it still would’ve been sexy. Damn him for being so hot.

After watching the red head suck him off until he blew his load all over her face —gag— I closed my laptop and went to take a bath. It wasn’t too late, so I took my phone to call Reggie while I relaxed. I knew she was probably highly irritated at me for not responding to her the whole day.

“Hello,” she answered.

“Hey, Reggie.” I smiled to myself.

“Who is this?” she teased. “I know this isn’t my best friend. Because my best friend wouldn’t have left me in the dark for the past twenty-four hours while she was shacking up with a porn star.”

I laughed. “I’ve been, ahem, busy.”

“Uh huh. I bet you have.” I heard the attitude in her voice. It was the joking kind. I knew her well enough to distinguish between the two.

“Anyways. What have you been up to?” I tightly held my phone against my ear as I began lathering my leg up to shave.

She let out a short laugh. “Girl, nothing quite as interesting as you. I can guarantee you that.”

“Maybe we can get together soon. I’ll ask Brent if you can come over. I have a feeling the two of you will get along.”

“Does he have any hot porn friends?” I heard the anticipation in her voice.

“Not sure. We actually haven’t discussed his career much yet. I’ll have to get started on the interview tomorrow.”

“Well, what have y’all been doing then? Besides fucking, that is.”

“Don’t be jealous. My poor pussy needed the cobwebs removed,” I joked.

“Holy shit!” Reggie exclaimed.

“What?” I sat up a bit, wondering what got her so excited.

“Did you just say pussy? Say it again so I know I wasn’t imagining that shit,” she teased, but I knew she wasn’t teasing about me saying it again.

“Pussy, pussy, pussy. There, I said it. I hope you recorded it for later proof.”

“I should’ve. But I have a feeling your modest mouth has been loosened…in more ways than one.”

I coughed at what she was hinting at and almost damn near dropped my phone into the bath. “Oh my god. You finally did it.”

I nodded, knowing she couldn’t even see me. “Yeah,” I whispered through my smile.

“That’s it. It’s official. I have to meet this man. I need to hug the shit out of him. He’s accomplished something no other man could.”

“I’ll set something up,” I promised. “I’m thinking about showing him my list.”

“Shit just got real,” she said, making me laugh. Reggie knew everything I had on my list because she assisted with the making of. She also knew that if I was willing to share its contents, it was with someone I felt trustworthy of. I had always told her no one would ever see the list or know what was on it besides her and I. In fact, I had always said no one would know about the list period. Kind of like
Fight Club
.

“I only have a week with Brent. A week to cross as many more digits off as possible.”

“How many have already been crossed off, Lucy?”

I paused as I counted. I knew one or two of my firsts weren’t on the list. “Three. I think.”

“I’m not even going to ask right now because I’m sure once I see you, which will be very soon, you’ll have a higher number. So you can just tell me then.”

I got off the phone with Reggie with a clearer head and exhausted body. My poor body hadn’t been worked out so hard in…EVER.

“SO, LET ME get this straight. That night, you decided you were going to finally show him the list?”

I nod.

“Is that what you did the next day? Or did you start up the interview you were dreading?”

“Did I say I was dreading it?” I laugh. “I actually did both.”

I WOKE UP before Brent the next morning. Since we both were all about retuning favors, I wanted to cook him breakfast. I made sure to take my birth control and morning vitamins before doing so. The whole time I was scrambling eggs and flipping bacon, I was having an inner battle with myself on how to bring up my list. I hadn’t actually told him that a list even existed. I had only said that he was claiming some of my firsts. I’m sure that only excited him even further and turned what we had going on into some sort of a game.

Instead of the epic Tootsie Pop
How many licks does it take…
it’d be named something like
How many of Lucy’s firsts can you pop?
Sounded catchy, right?

It was wrong of me to think like that. I knew he didn’t want to claim them for his benefit. I had a gut feeling it was strictly for mine.

“How’d you sleep?” I heard from behind and turned to see Brent and his low hugging sweats walking up to the counter. I stared at him as he poured a cup of coffee. His tanned-skin made my mouth water and I was momentarily kicking myself for not sleeping next to him last night. I knew we’d probably still be in bed tangled up in one another if I would’ve. It was okay, though. We still had plenty of time left to explore each other’s bodies. And I had a list to knock out while I was there.

“I passed out after my bath,” I admitted as I dished out eggs onto each plate. “You?”

“I’ve had better,” he answered with a smirk.

I hoped he meant the previous night with me snuggled against him. But I didn’t ask for any clarification. I didn’t need to show more interest than I had already done. It was obvious that for the time being we were fuck buddies. I didn’t need to complicate it.

After eating, I placed my plate in the sink and Brent closed in behind me, doing the same.

“Thank you,” he leaned in, whispering against my neck.

I tilted my head just enough to look back at him. “For what?”

“For breakfast, of course.” He bent his head even further down, smiling against my neck before placing a light peck there.

“You know me. I’m all about returning the favor.”

“So I’ve noticed.” He smirked before walking off towards the living room. I heard the TV come on and took a deep breath, knowing I needed to either dive into the interview, or give him my list and hope I didn’t pass out as he read it. I decided on the interview. I told myself that I was there for him, and not my own personal gain. I’d break out my list later on that day.

“As much as I hate to, I have to start the interview questions I was sent here with.” I groaned as my shoulders sagged and Brent just smiled as he told me okay. As I walked to my room, I glanced back and saw him lean back into the couch, stretching his legs out in front of him.

I made my way back to the living room with the questions, notebook and pen. I sat in the chair across from him, even though my body was aching to sit right next to him. And on top of him.

Brent grabbed the remote and clicked the TV off, giving me his full attention as he leaned back, and stretched both arms out along the top of the couch.

I crossed my legs. Then uncrossed them, and tucked one underneath the other. I felt awkward. I wondered if it’d been easier if I hadn’t been physical with him; if there’d been nothing going on between us. I knew I needed to pull myself out of the situation I was in with him, and focus on the reason I was there instead. I’d taken a deep breath, and began to read my questions, in no particular order.

“Have you ever continued a scene off camera because the attraction was too good to pass up?” I kept my eyes downcast, unable to look up at Brent.

“No.” His answer shocked me, but I didn’t show it as I wrote it down.

“Is it a high to have people watching you and know it’s turning them on?” I squirmed in my seat a bit.

“Yes. Sort of.” I was about to tell him I needed detailed answers on the questions he could elaborate on, but he filled me in before I had to. “I’m not a shy person
,
if you haven’t already figured that out. Well, I’m not as much so one now as I use to be. Not that I need there to be some sort of risk involved for it to be more exciting, but it does tend to make it hotter. So, I guess it depends on what I’m filming. If it’s just in a random room with a few people barking out orders, it’s not a high—it’s a paycheck. But if it’s at some random, never been done before location, like a club bathroom or a rest stop off of the highway in broad daylight,” he expanded, “then it’s definitely more of an adrenaline rush for me.” I wrote the gist of his answer down, leaving the part he blatantly referenced me in out.

“How did you get into the business?” I looked up, being interested in his answer.

“Oddly enough, through a friend a few years ago. We ran into each other and I’d asked what he’d been up to and was pretty shocked when his answer was porn. But hearing how much money he was making sparked an interest within me and he hooked me up with a few meetings.”

“Are there any girls you won’t film with?” That question made me giggle when I had first read it last night. But I had wondered myself if Brent was a picky guy or just fucked whatever was thrown his way.

“I’ve never came across an instance where I wouldn’t tape with someone. Money talks and for the most part, the women in the industry are good-looking. People aren’t going to buy a porn with someone who isn’t attractive. So I don’t think that’s something I’ll ever have an issue with.”

I nodded my head in agreement. “That makes sense,” I said as I jotted down his reply.

“Do you ever have a hard time getting it up?”

“Umm,” a shy smile played on his face as he rubbed the back of his head. “I’ve yet to experience any difficulties on screen…or off”

“Well, that’s all for now.” I went to close my notebook and Brent put his hand on top of mine, stopping me.

“Can we please just finish this now?” His eyes pleaded parallel with the tone of his voice. “I just want to get it over with so it’s no longer hanging over us the rest of the time,” Brent explained. And I couldn’t have agreed more.

“Does your family know about your profession? And if so, what are their thoughts?”

He briefly shifts uncomfortably before leaning back into the couch. “I can’t answer that one honestly. Because I honestly don’t know. I haven’t talked to my dad in years.”

“Biggest fear associated with the job? STD’s, pregnancies…any?”

“The chances of getting an STD or knocking someone up are more likely to happen off screen than on. They don’t just let any straggler come in and start fucking. There are tests and when actual protection isn’t used, the woman is on something. No one in the business wants to catch a disease. So, no. I don’t have any fear associated with porn.”

“Since you get paid to have sex, do you enjoy it outside of work?” I shyly peeked up after reading the question. Brent just cocked a brow in response and I jotted down yes.

“Does size really matter?”

I giggled and Brent laughed.

“Fuck,” he said, stretching out his legs. “I’m sure to an extent it does. But if you don’t know how to initially work what you’ve been given, then size will never matter.”

“Most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened during filming?”

He started biting at his nail in thought. Then his face started blushing as the cutest smile formed. He looked slightly embarrassed and it only made me even more curious.

“This must be good.” I sat up and leaned over, propping my elbows on my legs.

“Something like that.” He tilted his body in my direction and started. “It was only like my second film. The guy with the camera was constantly moving around the room. I never really knew where he was. So right when I pulled out, basically coming as I did, he was of course in the best possible location for it. I fucking shot cum all over the camera.”