Star Struck
CHAPTER 1
Lance
I looked down as the face of the blonde that I met contorted with pleasure, grinning to myself. I didn’t even have to be in the porn industry to land women like this. My ocean blue eyes and spectacular body did that all on its own and my skill level wore them out by night’s end.
I’d already gone down on her for a torturous amount of time, making her ease close to a release before I’d pull away to tell her to hold off until I said it was okay with me. In addition to being skilled, I was also dominant and loved control in the bedroom. I even liked control on the set as much as I could, depending on the director.
I finally let this one come once I was biting on her clit and making her moan my name, her voice rising with each cry. I’d kissed her breathless before that, still turned on from work earlier today before I went to the bar for a drink. I met a few buddies and we were catching up on life in the fast lane with this girl caught my eyes with her short black dress and long legs. She was already looking at me and even if she didn’t know who I was, she’d be here right now. I eased my thick cock between her legs and raised her feet to my shoulders as I slid inside. Most women found me to be slightly invasive with my size but ended up coming back for more, and I savored the tight grip of her slick pussy as I buried myself inside of her.
What the fuck was her name? Kelly?
I pounded her as she moaned, pleased with her body’s acceptance of me. I needed a woman after filming the soft bondage scene earlier today and imagined this woman bent before me, so I could spank her the way I did Cassie earlier on set. I knew that the actress liked it and that her reactions weren’t just for the shoot. I’d fucked her before off camera and knew her body well. I drove into her a few hard times before pulling out and telling her to get on her knees as I stroked my cock, sliding my hand through her juices as she moved clumsily.
I looked at her juicy ass as she propped herself on my pillows that were spread out all over the bed, watching the juices trickle down her thighs as I licked my lips. She didn’t taste as good as some women, but it was fun to watch her get off. I fingered her firmly for a moment before raising my hand back to spank her.
“Do you like that?” I asked her in a rough voice as she cried out, jerking forward. I watched my large hand print forming on her pale skin as she told me that it made her want to come again. She liked the pain, craved it. I slapped her ass a few more times before I took her with a hard thrust, gripping her hips as she screamed my name. I drove myself into her, pulling back and thrusting again as she screamed that she was going to come again. “Me too. Fuck me.”
I pounded away at her as I chased my release, free to enjoy this. It wasn’t all for the camera tonight and I felt her tighten around me as she moaned softly. I leaned forward, gripping her straight blonde hair as I fucked her harder. I knew that I was stretching her open, but her cries of pleasure assured me that she was enjoying it as she came for me. I thrust one more time before filling the condom wrapped tightly over me, dropping over her back.
I rolled away from her and took a deep breath, feeling that I might be sated for the night. I closed my eyes as her voice filled the room, noting that it was some babbling about how good I was. She wanted to spend the night and I smirked at those words. No woman spent the night with me and they were lucky if they saw me ever again.
“No sleepovers. I told you at the bar that I don’t do that.” I assured her with my eyes still closed. “I’ll get you a ride home if you need it, but you’re not staying.”
This wasn’t even where I lived. It was an apartment that I invested in a while back that I used depending on what part of LA I was partying in. My main place was a condo in the Hollywood Hills that only a few friends visited from time to time.
The woman grudgingly agreed to that once I made it clear that I wasn’t going to bend, and I got her a bottle of water before calling a car out to pick her up. I paid with one of my credit cards and let her sit down on the couch while she waited, dressed in some workout shorts as I sipped a beer.
She offered me her number once I told her that the car was here, and I declined it. I didn’t do dates or relationships. I locked the door behind her and glanced at the beer as I decided to stay here tonight. I had a few apartments all over town since I was doing very well in the adult film industry and could afford it.
I walked back to the bedroom and dropped into the sheets that were all over the place as I switched on the flat screen TV. Other than the fact that it smelled like sex in here, the encounter was already out of my mind. She was just a means to an end. I worked in a place where sex happened frequently and the whole thing didn’t affect me too much.
I fell asleep to a late-night show and woke up on my own late in the morning. I didn’t have to be on set until this afternoon and slowly showered and dressed in some extra clothes to go and grab some lunch. I chose to do that closer to my main house and walked into a restaurant, looking around to see that there were plenty of tables at this late hour.
The hostess smiled brightly when she saw me, and I leaned against the podium and asked her for a small table that was a little private, if possible. She nodded as she blinked slowly, and I glanced up as a pretty waitress picked up a menu and openly looked me over. The hostess repeated my request and the dark-haired woman holding the menu nodded and winked at me. She turned on her heel and headed across the room as I followed, checking out her ass as we walked. I glanced over at a table where a woman with caramel curls was sitting with a tablet, focused on something on the screen. A phone rang in front of her and she picked it up and started discussing a house in the hills as I assumed that she was a real estate agent. She had that look about her with a dark gray power suit on and a flawless face that made me take a longer look.
She was too clean for me, but I could look. I walked to my table and sat down as the waitress handed me the menu and asked me what I’d like to drink. I asked for iced tea to bring me to life, knowing that drinking and then driving to the studio was a bad idea. I already had a bad reputation and getting in trouble for anything was a bad idea. I sat back and read the entrees, deciding on a sandwich as she brought me a full glass of tea. I ordered, and she jotted it down before shyly mentioning that I looked familiar. I knew that my blue eyes were an attention getter to begin with, but I also had dark brown hair that had that popular messy look. Girls loved it.
“You do? That tells me a lot about you, sweetheart.” I grinned broadly at her as she stared thoughtfully at me. “If you’ve seen me enough to recognize me, you’d be familiar with a lot more than just my face. You’re a good egg.”
Her mouth dropped opened as she let my words sink in, blushing and walking away from the table quickly as I chuckled to myself. So many more people watched porn than would actually admit to it, whether it was with a partner or on their own. I made a mint from my videos and live feed that I did from one of the apartments sometimes. I was living the life. I sat back and fucked around on my phone for a bit, keeping up with my social media pages as I waited for lunch. I had one on each of the platforms that updated fans of my work that I mostly kept up with, though I had my assistant Bree to step in when I got too busy.
I felt someone approaching and looked up to see the waitress coming with my food. She set the plate down without making eye contact and I considered flirting with her until I noticed the woman from before walking towards us with a large purse pressed to her body as she spoke softly on the phone.
She sold houses. There was no doubt about it as she passed me while I took in her curvy body in the professional outfit.
The waitress disappeared as I stared at the agent, still talking on the phone as she laughed throatily into the phone. She walked into a hallway and I glanced at the sign to see that it held the restrooms, considering meeting her in there. I could imagine sliding that tight skirt up and bending her over the sink before I drove myself inside of her. It made my cock press against my shorts as I groaned and reached for my drink.
I watched her leave, getting into a fancy Range Rover before leaving the parking lot. I didn’t know what it was about her, but I smiled as she left, figuring that I’d never see her again.