Page 33 of Exrated
When I agreed to be a porn star, I knew people would eventually find out. Family. Friends. And yeah, ex-girlfriends, but Jemma—she’s notjustan ex-girlfriend. I know people will see this shit, but being oblivious to the fact that someone I know has stumbled across my porn is a hell of a lot easier to digest than having someone I know—especially my ex—watch from the other side of the room while I screw girl after girl. This takes moral degradation to another level.
I drag in a breath, my stomach sinking as I decide the best thing I can do is act professional and bury my face in Vee’s crotch.
So that’s exactly what I do.
The bartender slams two Jager bombs on the counter. Jake grabs the first one and holds his glass up for a toast.
“To five million views onPirates of the Lesbians.”
I tip the shot back, the thick liquid burning on its way down.
“Man, five million people have watched you fuck a roomful of chicks. Amazing.” He slaps me on the back. “You gonna hook me up with a job or what?”
“Hell no, dude. My fucking luck, we’d end up getting cast in a double penetration scene, and I am not having my balls smack up against yours.”
Jake laughs and shakes his head. “Nah, don’t wanna take it to that level.”
“Fuck,” I say with a groan as I drag my hands down my face. “Man, you aren’t gonna believe the shit that happened today.”
“I’m a connoisseur of porn, try me.”
“Nah, man, listen to this. The girl I used to date—the one that bailed the other morning…”
“Dude, you just found out your video’s gone viral and you want to talk about Elsa—”
“Shut-up. How about she’s the assistant to the director.”
He burst into laughter, leaning over his knees to catch his breath. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me?”
“It’s not funny,” I say, flagging down the bartender. “It was awkward as shit.”
“God, I want your life. You can’t write shit like this. That’s it, I’m calling MTV and telling them you need a reality show. I mean,” he’s now laughing so hard tears are running down his face, “you had to fuck a girl while your ex watched.”
“Two girls,” I correct him.
He laughs even harder.
The bartender leans over the counter. “Another shot?”
“Yeah.”
Jake slams his hand on the bar top, crying in laughter.
“Is he okay?” she asks.
“Oh…” he takes in a deep breath. “Oh, I’m fine… and yeah, another shot.” He wipes the tears from his face, grinning. “Amazing, Tyler.Amazing.”
“Fuck off, man. I don’t know how in the hell I’m supposed to deal with this. It’s hard enough to concentrate when middle-aged men are standing around, and now I have to fucking worry about her?” I shake my head just as the girl comes back with our drinks.
Jake glances up at the bartender. “Can I ask you a question—a serious question.”
She shrugs. “Sure.”
“Okay, so my friend here,” he pats me on the shoulder, “well, he’s a porn star.”
Her gaze swings back to me. She bites her bottom lip as her eyes drag over my face, then down my chest, and then she pushes up on her toes to peer down my body even farther, stopping on my crotch. She cocks a brow. “What’s your name?”
I shake my head and down the shot.
