Alexxxa (8 page)

I started out as a stripper myself. In fact, Tara and I had auditioned together. Once I crossed over into porn though, I noticed that there was no love lost between the two camps. Both porn stars and strippers seemed to think they were better than the other. Strippers thought they were a step up because they only took their clothes off for money. And porn stars thought they were the only ones being honest. Most strippers did extra stuff in the back rooms in whichever club they worked in. At least us porn stars were honest about what we really did to make money. And we got tested regularly. It was all a big joke if you asked me. The ones that love the work are all the same at heart. My theory was that both strippers and porn stars are shunned and looked down on by the majority of society so it’s just a way to look down on someone themselves. Everyone wants to look down their nose at something, it seemed.

When our car pulled to a smooth stop in front of
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I immediately jumped out. I was excited to see Tara and I wanted to hopefully have a carefree night of debauchery.

“Alexa!” David snapped, halting me before I could disappear into the club.

I turned and met his gaze sheepishly. I’d agreed to not ditch him, Josh, and Mac while out tonight. They just wanted to follow me around and have me act naturally. “Sorry,” I muttered. “I’m just excited to see Tara.”

“You let her know we’re coming then?”

“No. I wanted to surprise her.” I grinned at David and his annoyance towards me seemed to soften a bit.

“Just let us get our stuff. I promise it’s not going to be as in your face as you think. Filming a documentary requires using what works best for each scenario, and in this case I want to use the small cameras to go almost incognito. We have some great night vision lenses and such we can use as well.”

“Yeah, okay.” I nodded, trying my best to be amicable.

David’s attention was diverted for a few more seconds to Josh and Mac and then the three of them had their little toys and were gathered around me. “Just pretend we aren’t here,” David said.

“Easier said than done.” I turned and quickly made my way to the club. I was starting to shake it was so cold. David, Mac, and Josh didn’t say another word and just followed me silently.

“Alexa James.” The big door guy who resembled Mr. Clean announced my name happily as I approached him. “I’m a big fan.”

I reached out and ran my fingertips down his muscular chest. “Well, sweetie, I’m a fan of my fans.”

He gulped audibly and smiled. “Go right in, no cover charge for you.”

“Thank you. Oh, and they’re with me.” I waved my hand back in my silent entourage’s direction without looking at them.

“Hi, I’m David Jonez and I filming a documentary about the porno industry. Alexa is my focal point, or star, and since you’re a fan, would you mind answering a few questions on film for me? I’ll need you to sign a release when you’re done if you agree.”

“Oh yeah, of course. I can’t leave the door though—“

“That’s fine. We can film right here.” I studied David as he worked. He carried an edge of excitement that I’d only witnessed in association with his film stuff. It made me wonder again what it’d be like to have him fuck me. Would he direct all that intensity at me? I shivered at the thought. Hopefully, I’d be finding out soon so I could put my little infatuation to bed…literally.

David glanced up at me. His sharp blue gaze zeroed in on my shaking body and he turned to Josh. “You can handle this, right? I’m going to head in with Alexa, she’s freezing.”

“Yep, got it,” Josh replied with excitement of his own. He brushed his blond hair out of his eyes and whipped out a piece of paper from the bag on his shoulder. I was guessing it was the release form David had just mentioned.

“Let’s get you in where it’s warm.” David wrapped his arm around me and I snuggled into his side, inhaling deeply. After all the men and women I’d fucked, I took notice more of people’s individual scents and taste than I used to. No two people smell or taste the same, even if they eat the same foods or use the same body wash etc. There’s always a unique flavor to them that makes them special. Some scents and tastes were pleasing and others…not so much. David’s scent was spicy; warm…it made me think of laying on the beach on a nice summer day. It made me feel safe and comfortable…at home.
And that’s a very dangerous thought
.

I reluctantly pulled away from David and strode ahead of him, using my excitement as an excuse. “I can’t wait to see Tara’s face when she sees me!” David had fallen back into silent mode and was observing me through the lenses of his camera. Something in me sparked to life knowing that he was the one filming me. I bit my lip and smiled coquettishly at him, running my hands down my no longer shaking body. “Tonight’s going to be a fun night,” I purred. But David gave no reaction. I narrowed my eyes at him with determination. I had a new goal for the evening: To flap the unflappable film documentarian David Jonez.

I swiveled on my heels and glided into the club, swinging my hips provocatively. I’d only made a few feet into
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when I heard a feminine squeal above the pumping bass blaring from the DJ booth.

I grinned as Tara hopped off stage, and barreled into me, hugging me tightly. “Holy shit! You didn’t tell me you were coming! I would have taken the night off so we could get into trouble together!”

Tara had visited me numerous times in L.A. but it’d been years since I’d been to Pittsburgh to see her and visit our old haunts. Surprisingly, I was looking forward to reminiscing. I grinned at her. “It was more fun this way. Plus I’ll be here for almost two weeks so we have plenty of time.”

“Holy shit!” Tara repeated, bouncing up and down on her mile high stripper shoes. Her generous sized fake double D tits jiggled and I noticed several men ogling her. I glanced back to see David still in ‘film maker mode’. There was a small part of me that was glad he hadn’t reacted to Tara. I’d always thought she was hotter than me with her tiny curvaceous body. Plus she was Asian. There were so many guys who had this weird thing for Asian chicks. I kept telling Tara that she’d clean up in porn if she ever decided to give it a try. But unlike me, she seemed to have boundaries about having sex on film for money. She had no problem having sex for money, but she still liked to pretend that wasn’t the case. I let her hold on to her delusions.

“Come on,” I grabbed her arm and led her towards the bar. “I’ll buy you off for the night so we can party.” I could feel David’s presence at my back, and I was guessing Josh and Mac were close by too. But I was going to actually try to ignore them and act natural…mostly because I really needed to get my head back on straight about my life.

After I’d bought Tara off for the evening, I purchased two shots of SoCo and Lime, one for each of us, to begin the night. It was a little bit of the hair of the dog that bit me. I lifted my drink and toasted. “Here’s to debauchery!”

“I’ll drink to that!” Tara exclaimed before we both downed our shots.

“David, come here,” I purred as I crawled towards him on all fours. Myself, Tara, David, Josh, Mac, and a couple dancers who Tara said were cool, all were in a private VIP room in
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. For the second time that week, I was completely trashed, and I was completely focused on getting into David’s pants.

“Alexa,” David chastised. “You’re supposed to pretend we’re not here.”

“I—”

“Andy,” A familiar voice boomed from behind me.

My eyes widened before I could even turn around, and when I did—“Devlin.” I was frozen on the ground where I was. “Wha—what are you doing here?”

“Mikey is at the bar. He saw you and called me.” Devlin’s deep tenor washed over me as I took in the first and only man I’d ever loved. He was everything that I’d built up in my memories and so much more. His long blond hair glistened in the dim lighting and framed his classically handsome face. He was bigger than the last time I’d seen him. He’d most definitely been hitting the gym hard the last couple of years. And he was wearing a tailored suit, something he never would have been caught dead in when we were younger. It was evidence of his employment at his father’s company. He was older, but underneath it all, still the same Devlin I’d grown up with, and he looked good…very good. His lips curled up as his eyes roamed over me. “It’s been awhile.”

It’s been awhile? Seriously, that’s what he was going with after not seeing me for years. I snorted, my ability to keep my emotions to myself lost a few shots ago. “What do you want, Devlin?” I started to pull myself to my feet but before I could gain my balance he’d crossed the room and grabbed me by my hair.

“I missed you. And I thought maybe we could have some fun…like old times.” He yanked me up and I yelped.

“Hey, hey hey…now hold on.” David was suddenly beside me, his hand on top of Devlin’s in my hair. “Let her go.”

Devlin’s grip loosened enough for me to step away from him, and it was then that I noticed how dilated his pupils were. Couple that in with his ‘runny nose’ and I immediately knew, even with how drunk I was, that had been doing coke. “You’re tweaked,” I hissed.

“Yeah, so? And you’re a whore.” Devlin smiled at me with hostility.

Tears sprung into my eyes. “Shut up, Devlin, and leave me the hell alone.” I couldn’t believe him of all people would say such a thing to me. Or maybe it only hurt because he’d said it. I’d definitely heard worse over the years.

“I said I wanted to have some fun and I have more than enough money to pay for you.”

“Why are you being like this?” My emotions were warring between hurt and anger. I was taken aback by the hostility directed at me from Devlin, and it gutted me that he was saying those things, but at the same time I was pissed.

Devlin took a step back and opened his arms up. “Like what? I wanted to be with you and offered you everything but you decided you’d rather be a whore for everyone to see. I’m only treating you like you want to be—like a whore.”

“Stop calling me that!” I screeched.

Devlin sneered at me. “I call ‘em like I see ‘em, baby.”

“I hate you! I fucking hate you! Everything you ever said to me was a goddamn lie!”

Devlin’s face fell into a frown and his eyes darkened. “No. I loved you. You’re the one who lied. You never loved me.”

I dropped to my knees and wrapped my arms around myself. “You’re the first and only person I’ve ever loved. How can you not know that?” Tears were streaming down my face and I was sobbing so hard my entire body was shaking. “But now—“ I hiccupped. “Now I fucking hate you.” I was conscious of David saying something and then Tara leading him away as he protested, but I didn’t really register anything but Devlin. He’d always been my angel and devil all rolled into one, just like his name implied. Maybe I was meant to both love and hate him?

Devlin walked to stand directly in front of me again and threaded his fingers back in my hair. “I know you don’t hate me, Andy baby, just like I could never really hate you. So how about showing me how much you love me.”

I gazed up to meet his limpid chocolate pools as he took one of his hands from my hair and unzipped his pants.

~David

“Fuck no! Hell fuckin’ no!” I spat in Tara’s face. I don’t know how she’d managed to lead me out of the VIP room, leaving Devlin and Alexa completely alone. Now as I tried to gain re-entry, the little bitch Tara was dancing back and forth in front of me, blocking my way. I’d never hit a female before but she was seriously tempting me. I’d never liked Tara Nelson. She’d always seemed so fake, and I wasn’t talking about her tits. I couldn’t believe when Alexa had told me that they were still friends. Although with what she was doing, friend wasn’t the term I’d use with her… more like enemy.

“You need to get the hell out of my way. What kind of person leaves their supposed friend in there with someone like that?”

Tara reached out and grabbed my arm, digging her nails into my skin. “They’re fine. Leave them alone. Don’t mess things up for them just because you have some kind of thing for her.”