Page 29 of A Dangerous Game
“Good job, Sinclair! Now look at him and spit on it!”
I smile to myself and then look up at Duke: “Are you cooling off?” I spit on the tip and then lick around his head.
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The end of the shoot ends the same way, I take a load of come in my face and then I lick my lips. As a porn star, you would think I like taking come shots. It’s the opposite, I hate it. I hate the taste of come and I hate that part of this.
But, I gotta pay the bills.
When I’m done with a shoot, I always feel strangely disconnected with my body. It’s almost as if I’m not here and am having an outer body experience. I don’t find these fun and I find them scary as fuck. I can’t keep doing that, but I’m twenty-two and have to get in all of my videos before I’m too old to be on film. No one wants to watch Grandmas Gone Wild!
My phone is ringing when I get back into my dressing room and the screen flashes. I already know who it is before I answer it. It’s the same call every Friday of pay day and it’s the call for collections.
Without providing a greeting, I answer the phone: “Yeah, I know. You’ll get your money tonight at the same place.”
“Good, would hate to have to stop by and see you and the girls. You know how much I love visits.” The voice sounds older than normal almost like a smoker.
“Yeah, what a burden. You’ll get your money.” I hang up before he can say anything more and then immediately walk over to the wall on the far right. After feeling down the bricks, I feel the indented one. Careful not to break a nail, I pull the brick out and grab the bag of money.
Inside the bag, is a substantial amount of money. Probably over a hundred thousand dollars. I was raised by great grandparents for a majority of my childhood and they didn’t trust banks. So in return, I don’t trust banks and I’m not allowing him to get his hands on my money.
My dad was in and out of jail for some bull shit reason and I had stayed with my great grandparents from time to time. It was nice for what it was but I would have liked having my mother home more. She got caught up in the biker’s lifestyle as well as my dad and spent most of her time drinking and sniffing thin white lines.
After the first video’s profits started to come in, I was rewarded with five thousand dollars. The payroll at White Hot Productions gave me a check and I all but skipped down to the bank. But, it was the next day that I went down there to pull out enough cash to put down on a deposit for an apartment, that I realized all of my money was gone.
Right after bursting in tears in the middle of the bank, I ran back down to WHP and asked for a new one. The payroll lady must have sensed my desperation, because she left and then came back twenty minutes later with it in cash. She held my hand and said: “Baby girl, I don’t know who you pissed off, but I got you. You will get your paycheck in cash at the end of the month. I will write you a fake check and as long as you don’t deposit it, I will keep up my end.”
To this day, she still delivers it to me as she leaves the studio. Jane and I have become good friends and she’s actually been over to my house a few times.
We never found out who stole my money, but I have a feeling I know who did it.
And I won’t forget it.
It’s the same person who raped me in the back of the taxi the day I found out Thorn was killed and Hulk was sent to prison.
Everything had happened so quickly and I needed an exit strategy in case something happened to me, my girls would be taken care of.
HULK
The one thing I won’t be missing about prison is the fucking stench. The whole place smells like dirty fuckin’ asshole and jizz. I can’t wait to get the fuck out of here in a week and then I can go and get Sinclair back.
I bet the stubborn woman thought I forgot all about her. That couldn’t be further from the truth. She’s all I’ve been thinking of for the past few years and I can’t wait to tell her how sorry I am for everything.
How sorry I am for her brother’s death, for being locked up… For not being there for her.
Prison is a horrible fuckin’ place that I hope to never have to go to again but I did what I had to do for my brothers. I took one for the brotherhood and sacrificed three years for it. For three years, I have been locked in a cage waiting to come out.
“How much longer you got, Hulk?” Priest asks me as he leans out of his cell.
Priest has been in prison for a little over ten years when a drug raid went bad. He’s in another MC who did a takeover of a different club but the cops raided it and locked him up. The asshole actually stopped running out the door to grab some heroin.
I shrug at him trying to hide my excitement. I don’t want the old man to get all judgemental on me when I bounce out of here. “A while, man,” I whistle out, leaning against my own cell door.
He shakes his head. “Lucky fuckin’ bastard. I can’t believe you’re gettin’ out!”
“Ouch, man. I thought we were friends,” I chide him jokingly. I know he’s jealous and I’m not going to hold it against him because I would be jealous if it were vice versa.
“You ever find out who killed your brother?” He asks me with his eyebrow raised.
