Page 1 of A Dangerous Game
Prologue
“So tell me how you got into porn?” The video producer asks me as I sit in a bathrobe with nothing under it.
Well, I could do the normal bull shit answer where I mention my daddy didn’t pay enough attention to me or some shit. Truth is, he did. We just wanted different things for me. He wanted me to be a biker’s ol’ lady, I wanted a degree and ended up becoming a porn star. “Huh, I guess I never really thought about it. I just kinda fell into it.”
Cara Hawke looks at her notes and then smiles at me with her fake white teeth. Great. That’s the smile of “things are about to get more personal.” She’s a fake blonde lady with some dark eyebrows. Most people hate her because she has the ability to get into your history and exploit it. She once made my friend, Candace, cry because she mentioned her past drug addiction.
“Well, according to my records, you became the guardian to your two nieces after the death of your older brother. Do you think that has something to do with it?”
I look at her and throw my naturally brown but blonde hair over my shoulder. I hate when people bring up Gabe. What happened to him is a travesty and many people are still affected about it. Including my two nieces. “It’s a possibility,” I say laced with hostility. “However, I was filming before I took over custody.”
“Well,” she draws it out and then looks at me, “how do you feel now that you are a single guardian and doing porn? Do you think you will retire?”
I look up at the ceiling and ask Gabe for strength. This is why I hate these meetings or interviews. Personally, I call them a grilling but White Hot Productions say they are beneficial. “Only time will tell, Cara. If you excuse me, I need to go pick up my nieces.” I slide down the director-like chair and walk off the stage.
“Wait! Sinclair, we still have twenty more minutes!” She hollers after me but I keep walking.
As I walk out of the area, I kick my shoes off and run to my dressing room.
On the outside, I’m Sinclair Price, Queen of Porn, but really, I’m Sinclair Mendoza, trying to find my way like the rest of you.
SINCLAIR
“Now, young lady, you know cheating in class is wrong, right?” Tommy Too Good asks me with a smirk on his face letting me know he’s loving this scene.
I nod my head demurely. “Yes, sir. I’m so sorry. Please don’t tell my parents!” I beg shamelessly and twirl my finger in my right pigtail. My blonde hair is divided straight down the middle into slutty pigtails and hitting just above my tits.
His dark brown eyes glimmer in the lights of the production hall but its his smile that warms his face. Its that smile that turns all the ladies into mush. “I don’t know. Cheating is a pretty serious crime and I don’t think I can let you get off with just a warning…”
“Please!” I beg and pout. “My parents will ground me! I can’t be grounded this close to prom.”
Tommy’s smile curves down but he’s still hot. His chest is straining the buttons on his shirt along with the sleeves too. His honey brown eyes gleam in the lights against his dark skin. “I don’t know… I can’t let others think I have a thing for you. It wouldn’t be fair, would it?”
“If you won’t let me get off, let me do something for you!” I blurt out convincingly.
“And what’s that, Sinclair?”
Smirking at him, I slide out of my seat and land on my knees in front of him. He’s standing in front of the teacher’s desk with a stack of papers right behind him.
I place my hands on his belt to start loosening it but he stops me right away.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He barks at me with fake disdain.
“Since you won’t let me get off, let me get you off,” I answer him matter-of-factly.
Tommy’s eyes dilate as he stares down at me. “You better make it good. You know? You’re a bad fuckin’ girl for cheating in my class!”
“I know, sir. I’m so sorry!”
My fingers undo his belt quickly and get rid of the barriers between my mouth and his dick. It’s only a matter of seconds before his dick is throbbing and aiming right for my mouth. He’s got one of the biggest dicks around and I love how its pierced right up the middle.
The cocky bastard knows he’s got a beautiful dick too.
“Are you going to finger your naughty little pussy, too?”
“Yes, sir!”
I wink up at him just as my mouth descends on the mushroom head of his dick. I lick around the head and make loud slurping noises as I do.
