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“You know the other night, how I kept saying there was something I needed to tell you, well,thiswas what I was trying to tell you. I didn’t exactly plan on fucking you, and I’m sure you can understand my hesitation in telling you I do porn when I haven’t seen or talked to you in four years.”
“Oh, trust me, had you told me, I so wouldn’t have let your dick anywhere near me…I mean, this is really, really…” I exhale because I don’t even know what to say. “I hope you didn’t give me AIDS.” I take a breath. “Or herpes.”
His eyes narrow, his jaw tenses. “Really, Jemma? AIDS? I’m not a fucking asshole.”
“Yeah, I’m just…” I shrug and shake my head. “Just never expected you to do something like this.”
We stare at each other for a moment. A really awkward, terrible, horrible moment.
“I could say the same thing for you.” His eyes flash. “Fluffer…”
“Okay, first of all,” I hold a finger up, “I’m not a fluffer, and second of all…”Shit, there really is no second of all.I toss my hands up. “You do fucking porn!”
His eye twitches as he takes a sip of water. “So, back to the other night…You make a practice of fucking guys and then bailing on them?
“Are you serious? Like you can judge me. I’m pretty sure you’re the one who stuck your dick in a girl’s ass after you plowed through the other one like a Kansas cornfield, and you are questioning my morals? Wait, did I mention that you did all this in front of a camera?”
“You forgot to mention you were holding the reflector.” He smirks.
And here we stand, me with another empty bottle of water in my hand, him with a soft long tenting his robe. I narrow my gaze. “You’re an asshole,” I say with a snarl as I excuse myself to go to the restroom.
I go into a stall, shut the door, pull my phone out, and call Heather, gently banging my head against the aluminum wall while it rings.
Two rings in, she answers. “What’s up—beside a penis?”
“Heather. I am fucking dying right now. Do you hear me?”
“Oh, Jesus. What’s happened?”
“You remember Tyler—”
“Uh, yeah. How could I forget that shit?”
“Yeah, well, he’s here.”
“Where?” she asks, confused.
“Here! At mywork.”
“He came to your work?” she gasps. “How did he know where you worked!”
“No, Heather, he works here. I just had to watch him plow thru two girls.”
“Oh, you have gotta be shitting me!” She laughs so hard she snorts. “Your ex is a porn star? Only you, Jemma, only you!”
“Oh, God, I thought I was going to die. What are the chances of that, really? I mean, can we look up the statistics for that because I am pretty damn sure it’s more likely that I would find fucking Bigfoot while riding on the back of the goddamn Loch Ness monster.”
“Well, porn stars have to be somebody’s ex…I mean, shit happens. Hell, I’d brag about it.”
“You don’t brag about having fucked a porn star.”
“Yeah, sure you do.”
“No, you don’t, and did I mention I have to watch him fuck people? Peen in vagina. Over and over. I had to watch him do a money shot. A fucking money shot, Heather.”
“I mean; it could be worse…”
“Really?”
