Alexxxa (7 page)

The room fell into complete silence for a moment. It was like everyone but me had stopped breathing. I glanced over at Josh and Mac, who were both shifting uncomfortably, and then to David who was doing the same. I grinned. “Come on, guys. Don’t be embarrassed if I’m turning you on. I’m not embarrassed in the least. In fact, I think it’s really hot.” I bit my lower lip and stared at David’s crotch, wondering what he was thinking exactly.

“Alexa…” David warned, his voice deep and husky. Guess what I was thinking was written all over my face.

“What?” I brushed my hands over my braless tits and then placed them innocently in my lap. “I’m answering the questions
you
are asking.”

I watched as David’s jaw muscles flexed several times before he jumped right into the next question. “How do you feel about the fact that you’re helping to feed the sexual objectification of today’s oversexed culture? Don’t you feel any kind of responsibility to today’s young girl’s to be a better role model than—“

“A porn star?” David nodded and sat forward in his chair, his elbows perched on his knees. “Well, I think I’m a perfectly fine role model for not only young girl’s but today’s youth in general. You see, I don’t let society’s constraints dictate to me what I should or should not do. Porn is still taboo even though definitely more mainstream than it used to be. But it’s something that I’ve always been drawn to; it’s something that I need. So why should I have to deny myself things I long for when I’m not hurting anyone? By making my own choices free from constraint, I’m telling today’s youth that they can do the same.”

“I don’t think you understand what sexual objectification is. It’s—“

“I know what it is, and I think it’s bullshit. If a person wants to sell their body it should be their choice, and no one else’s.” I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at David. He was trying to corner me into saying something I didn’t want to. He wanted me to put down porn in some way, but I’d played this game with people before.

“All right…moving on then.” David cleared his throat and inched just a tiny bit closer to me in his seat. “Have you ever been in love?”

He’d gone right for the throat again. David had probably done his homework and known the previous questions were all ones I’d been asked before, or pretty damn close to it. But no one really bothered to delve into the real emotional side of my past relationships. My heart beat faster and suddenly the lights were hot enough to make me sweat. I dabbed at my upper lip and wiggled in my chair. “Yes.”

“And since you’re single, I can assume that it didn’t work out?”

“No.” Thoughts of Devlin began to swirl around in my mind. He was the one who broke me. I’d never loved anyone before or after him. I’d trusted him with me…the real me…and he’d utterly shattered my heart. “You know, my head is starting to hurt again.” I rubbed my temples and shut my eyes. “Can we maybe finish this up another time.”

“We got most of what I needed. We can sit down at the end of our time together filming, in a few weeks, and I’ll ask any other questions then. I’ll probably have some new ones by that point.”

“Great.” I stood abruptly. “Then I’m going to go get some more sleep.” I scurried from the room without so much as a backwards glance. It really was starting to get annoying the pattern that was developing between David and myself. I would make him feel uncomfortable, think I had the upper hand, and then boom, he’d gut me with some question about relationships or love. Maybe that was the real problem I needed to fix? Maybe I wasn’t burnt out when it came to my job, but rather my personal life. Maybe that’s why the whole sleeping in David’s bed the night before had caused me to develop a thing for him. Was I lonely? Hmmm… I’d have to think about that more after I got some sleep.

Once I got back to my room I stripped off all my clothes and slid under the cool sheets. My curtains were already drawn tight to keep me steeped in relative darkness, and before I knew it I’d fallen into the kind of oblivion that could only be brought on when suffering from a hangover.

~David

The interview—or partial interview had shaken me. Why had I asked some of the questions that I did? I knew the answers to the STD stuff…not only could you find her answering the same questions in articles and videos online but a quick Google search about the industry could turn up that information as well. It was almost as if I was checking…for myself. Which made me want to kick something. Hard.

“So man, what’s up with you and Alexa?” Josh asked, his eyes glinting with amusement. “You think you might have a chance getting into her pants?”

I ground my teeth together. “I’m really not interested in fucking someone like her.”

“Oh, yeah? Then what was with all the dating questions and shit?” Mac asked while he broke down the lighting equipment. “You want to more than fuck her? Because good luck with that.”

“Look guys, I don’t want to fuck her and I don’t want to date her. I’m just trying to ask some new questions. Get some information that isn’t already out there. Since the documentary is about the entire industry, it’s interesting to get a look into the personal side of things as well.” I gathered my notes and shoved them into the desk drawer.

“I think she’s into you though. How did you manage that?” Josh asked.

“I told her no,” I mumbled as I helped pack up the equipment.

“No shit?” Mac laughed. “I’ll tell her no over and over again if it opens up her legs for me.

“Let’s try to keep it professional, Mac,” I grated.
Shit, did I sound jealous? Protective? Possessive?

Mac stood and raised his hands in surrender. “I get it. You’re not ready to admit that you want a piece of her. You’re still trying to pretend that you’re something more than a red-blooded male.”

“Yeah, it’s okay to want a porn star. I mean, isn’t it their job to make people want them?” Josh added.

Mac snapped the last case shut and stood. “Plus it’s not like she’s a street walker or a real prostitute. And you heard her; she’s tested all the time. She’s probably less of a risk than most girls out there. Plus you would wrap it up anyhow.”

I crossed my arms and swung my gaze between my two friends. “Ummm… is there a reason why you’re pushing this?”

“Yeah,” they said in unison.

“Because it’s been forever since you’ve been laid,” Mac stated.

“And you’re practically drooling over Alexa,” Josh said, and then shrugged. “Why not fuck her if she wants to?”

I closed my eyes and sighed. “It’s not that simple.”

“Isn’t it?” Josh asked, totally serious.

I rolled my eyes. “All right guys, enough talk about my sex life, or lack there of. I’ll jump back in the dating game when I come across someone I’m into. I’ve just been too busy working for that lately. Things will work themselves out naturally without you pushing them.”

“Whatever happened with that chick Natalie?” Mac asked. “You were hot and heavy for a minute.”

Ah, Natalie. My last girlfriend. She was great. Cute, smart, funny… there was just something missing. I saw no point in stringing her along when I knew it wasn’t going anywhere long term. “Natalie is none of your business.”

“Yeah, yeah. Well I’m out of here. Let me know the schedule when you get it figured out,” Mac said as he turned to leave.

Josh trailed after Mac. “Same goes for me.”

As soon as they were gone I flopped down on my bed, removed my glasses, and flung an arm over my face. It was like I didn’t want to watch what I was about to do to myself. I popped the button on my pants one handed and undid the zipper, sliding my hand in to cup my dick. An image of Alexa during the interview appeared in my head. But in my mind things took a bit of a detour from what had happened in reality.

“Come on guys. Don’t be embarrassed if I’m turning you on. I’m not embarrassed in the least. In fact, I think it’s really hot.” Alexa bit her lower lip and stared at my crotch.

“Alexa…” I warned, my voice deeper and huskier than normal. She was blatantly undressing me with her eyes.

“What?” She brushed her hands over her perfect, braless tits and then placed them innocently in her lap. “I’m answering the questions
you
are asking.” She slipped from her chair and crawled towards me on all fours. She stopped right before me, and gazed up at me with her big blue eyes.

“What are you doing?”

Alexa’s small hands snaked out to undo my pants. “You asked about how sex and dating was when I was single? Well I’m single, David.”

Her full, red lips wrapped around my throbbing dick. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her down on me all the way. The entire time she kept her eyes on my face, as if she wanted to watch the pleasure she was giving me. As she began bobbing up and down on my length, her hips pivoted in tandem with each thrust. It was if she was imagining she was fucking me instead of just giving me head. Not being able to resist, I pulled her off me and pushed her to the ground. She spread her legs open wide and I groaned as I rammed into her slick folds.

“Oh yes, David! You feel so good! Fuck me, please!”

I slid one hand up to hold her wrists over her head, while the other moved to hitch her leg up on my shoulder. I pounded into her as hard as I could, watching her face as it contorted with pleasure. “Yes, David, you feel so good!”

Alexa arched up and screamed as her body shook. I pulled out and spurted my load all over her tits. She reached up and rubbed my cum into her creamy skin, moaning as she did. The sight was beyond erotic. “Oh, David. I’ll never get enough of you. I had no idea what it would be like
—
“

I grunted and came in my own hand, which catapulted me back to reality. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling trying to catch my breath.
What the fuck am I doing?
What was my plan? To furiously jack off every time I was near Alexa for more than five minutes? At the rate I was going I was going to rub myself raw by the end of the day. I pulled myself up and off the bed, lumbering for the bathroom. I needed a cold shower, which probably wouldn’t make much of difference. I was just going to end up with my teeth chattering while I rubbed another one out while thinking of Alexa. It was official; I had somehow reverted back to a hormone addled fifteen-year-old boy.
Fuck. My. Life
.

~Alexa

“Tara—Tara Nelson?” David scrubbed his hand over the dark scruff on his face. I couldn’t help but notice that it took his sexiness up a notch. In fact, the more time I spent with him the more attractive he grew to me. That definitely didn’t bode well for either of us.

“Yes, she did graduate with us and we’re still friends.” I ran my hands down my short black dress to smooth out any wrinkles and burrowed deeper into my wool pea coat. I’d forgotten how cold Pittsburgh could get even in the fall. My legs were currently covered in goose bumps, but I primarily only owned dresses for going out since I lived in L.A. “Hey, can we turn the heat up?” I called from the back seat of our Lincoln Town car limo to our driver.

“Yes, ma’am,” Dennis, our nice elderly driver replied.

I returned my attention to David. “You’re the one who wanted to tag along on my visit back home, and since you already knew who I am, then you knew who my friends were and in some cases, such as Tara, still are.”

“Yeah, yeah.” David muttered through clenched teeth. “So where are we going?”

“To a strip club, of course.” I smiled as surprise played across David’s face.

“But why?”

I shrugged. “Why not? I like the vibe of strip clubs sometimes. They’re more exciting than normal clubs, plus Tara works at
Erotic Exotica
.”

David’s eyes widened. “She does?”

“MmmmHmmm… plus it should be some interesting stuff for you guys to film.” As if on cue both Josh and Mac slid closer to David and the three of them began murmuring about cameras, booms and other technical stuff that was completely boring. I turned my head to stare out the window and tuned them out.