Page 29 of Exrated
The inner bitch in me is simmering in rage now. At her. At him. At all of this shit.
“It’s just…” Tyler starts as Brandi strips down to absolutely nothing. “Aw, fuck.” He drags his hands down his cheeks and turns to face the wall. “I mean, what the hell? God hates me. That’s what this is. I’ve pissed him off, and now he wants to play jokes.”
“What?” Brandi asks.
“Just, nevermind.”
Hudson comes over to me, taking one side of the reflector in his hand. “Hey, Brandi, do me a favor, chicken, bend over the bed real quick so I can show Jemma where I need the light.”
Brandi does as told, eyeing Tyler the entire time she’s bowed up on the bed.
“Okay,” Hudson moves the reflector around. “You see how there’s a little extra light right on her ass cheek?”
“Yeah…” I stare at the soft glow of light on the middle of her ass.
“Keep it there…or you know, on his ass, just close to where the action is.”
Kill. Me. Now.
“Alright, here we go people.” Hudson claps his hands and moves beside the camera man. I watch in horror as Hudson counts down from five on his fingers and that little red light flashes on.
I shift on my feet, trying not to look embarrassed or uncomfortable. I will my body to stop pouring sweat out of every fucking pore. And then, Brandi pulls his pants down and rams his dick down her throat, and I nearly die. I close my eyes and pray the light stays somewhere around somebody’s ass because I cannot watch this. A few minutes later, I can’t take it. Morbid curiosity takes over. I open one eye, peeking around the reflector. My stomach churns. My chest goes tight. Porn is porn. To me, this is not porn. I’m watching the guy I lost my virginity too bang another—wait, there comes Vee and now she’s stripping—bang two girls. Two fake tittied, super tan, over made girls.And he always hated makeup.
A loud clap echoes around the room. Oh, my God. He actually just smacked Vee on the ass while slamming into Brandi.
“Stick it in my ass, Johnny. Put that big cock in my ass.”
Vomit literally hits the back of my throat, and I close my eyes because I do not want to know if he’s actually going to grant that wish. And now that I’ve come down from the abrupt shock of this all, I have a moment of real fear.I fucked a porn star. I slept with a porn star. Holy shit! I fucked. A. Porn. Star. My stomach twists and turns. I flip through that night’s events completely in panic mode.I didn’t suck him off. He wore a condom.
Hudson claps his hands. “Okay. Break.” I drop the reflector and make a beeline for the refreshment table on the side of the room. I grab a water, twist the top and turn the bottle up. The plastic pops and crinkles from how hard I’m gulping it down.
Brandi bounces up, still naked, and grabs a banana—of course. “He’s good.” She smiles and takes a huge bite.
“Yeah. Bet so.” I have this visceral reaction to her that I should be slightly ashamed of.
“I’m beat.” She sighs and walks off. I want to die. Literally die.
I finish off the water, toss it in the trash, and grab another cold bottle. I hear a throat clear behind me, and I tense.
“I’m sorry,” he says.
I shake my head. “Go to hell.”
“I wasn’t planning on seeing you until dinner.” He laughs nervously.
“I can’t even right now, Tyler.”
“Not gonna look at me?”
“Wha—Um, I just—it’s weird.”
I turn to face him, and my heart starts pounding again. Thank God, he’s at least got on a robe. “I tried to tell you the other night,” he says.
“Really?” I take a step closer to him and lower my voice. “You said you provided services for a multi-million-dollar company, Tyler.”
“Well, that’s not exactly a lie.” A slow smirk works over his lips before his eyes drop to my mouth.
“And it’s so not the fucking truth either.”
