Diving In (2 page)

We sit down at our table and the waitress
comes by to get our drink orders. She’s pretty, probably early
twenties with flat-ironed, blonde hair and a totally SoCal tan. She
flashes her bleached white smile at James and he returns it with a
flirty look of his own. He does this all the time, flirts with
everybody and anybody. She likes what she sees and she barely even
looks at me, which I pretty much expect at this point. It happens
whenever I go out somewhere with him. The ladies are just
hypnotized by his square jaw, his hazel eyes, his high cheekbones
and his pouty lips. Can’t say I blame them. He’s got the face of a
male model and the body of an Adonis.

“So, how’s business?” I smile at him. “Last I
heard you had a shoot with that Lexi Jaxxxon girl,” I say,
referencing the pretty porn starlet who looks like a combination of
Aaliyah and Gabrielle Union.

“Yeah,” he nods. “It was a fun one. She gets
wild, dude. She’s all flexible, too, so we were doing some crazy
positions—shit that wasn’t even on the lineup for that day.”

I laugh and shake my head. “You got her to
bend the rules for you?”

“Hey, she was the one who suggested it. You
should have seen this blowjob she gave me. Epic, dude! She does
this thing with her tongue that’s just—”

“I don’t need all the details,” I put up my
hand as I chuckle.

“Sorry,” he snickers with that smart-ass
grin. “Don’t want to offend my pristine little princess.”

I give him a pretend scowl and blush.

“I just don’t need the play-by-play on a
blowjob,” I laugh. “So, the gist of it is that things are good for
you? The shoot went well and you’re out here dishing out dick like
it’s going out of style?”

“Pretty much,” he says through hearty
laughter.

“Well, good. I’m happy for you,” I
chuckle.

“You’ll meet Lexi tomorrow,” he adds. “She’ll
be at Rick’s party.”

Rick is the guy who owns Sin Cinema, the
production company where James does the majority of his movies.
It’s Labor Day weekend and Rick’s having a barbecue at his house.
James invited me to come as his date and, since I was itching to
come out to California and visit him, I happily accepted. There are
going to be a lot of industry people there and I’m a little nervous
because I’ve never been to a porn party and I have no idea what to
expect.

“Are there gonna be, like, people fucking
everywhere like this is the Playboy Mansion or something?” I meekly
inquire. “I mean, is this going to turn into some kind of
orgy?”

“Yeah, Lola, I’m
so
sure I’d bring you
to an orgy,” he says dryly. “I don’t want any guys to fuckin’ touch
you, so I’d
so
totally take you to a big, giant fuck
fest.”

“Well how am I supposed to know?” I laugh. “I
don’t know what you guys do. These are all people who have sex for
a living the way other people would send a fax or fill out a
spreadsheet. How do I know I won’t end up sandwiched between two
guys in a grotto or something?”

“Rick doesn’t have a grotto,” he grins
mischievously, leaving out anything about the whole double-stuff
scenario.

I shoot him a smirk.

“Besides, you know I’d never let you lose it
at some porn guy’s party,” he adds with a smile. “You deserve,
like, a candle-lit, romantic, passionate situation—like maybe in
front of a fireplace or some romancey stuff like that.”

I burst into laughter and he looks amused. I
think James has envisioned my perfect first time more than I
have.

“So, you’ll be my bodyguard for any guys who
want to introduce me to anal?” I joke.

“I will defend your virtue and your ass to
the death,” he says in a knightly vow.

“Good,” I giggle. “Glad to see I have such an
honorable, upstanding gentleman for a best friend.”

The waitress brings out a giant plate of
sushi that probably cost a fortune. James has insisted on paying
for everything—including my plane ticket—and whenever I object he
tells me how he’s making up to four grand per scene and sometimes
shoots four scenes a week. I like that he’s saving up by keeping
his expenses low. It’s smart and mature and I’m proud to see him
exhibiting those qualities.

The food is delicious! The tuna, salmon,
shrimp and eel are all amazing. We chat about being able to use
chopsticks and how we’re way too cool to ask for forks. Our second
grade teacher lived in Japan for a while and we used to have field
trips to a sushi place in town so we could all experience the
cuisine as part of an effort to provide cultural enrichment. Our
school was cool like that.

James gives me shit when I ask him to let me
pay my half of the check and I eventually give up and let him treat
me. It’s cute when he tries to be a gentleman like this. Hard to
believe that he’s chivalrous and respectful when you think about
all the kinky stuff he’s done and the gargantuan number of women
he’s bedded.

We get back to his apartment and I’m wiped
out from the long day. It’s a hell of a flight from the east coast
to the west coast, plus I’m sleepy from being so stuffed with food.
He lets me take the first shower and I change into some pajama
shorts and a tank top. Last time I wore these skimpy pajamas, he
got all hot and bothered and we ended up having a little romp in
the guest bedroom at my house. Nothing too major happened, but I
can’t say it wasn’t in the back of my mind when I packed this
ensemble. It’s not that I want it to happen again—well, maybe I do
a little bit—but I like the idea of him finding me sexy. He’s
sampled every girl, every type, every shape, every height and race,
and it’s cool to think that I would score a high rank on his
hotness list.

His eyes get wide when he sees me and I know
that he’s on to my little game. He gives me a flirty grin as he
passes me to go into the bathroom. He knows what I’m up to and I
wonder if he’ll act on it.

He gets out of the shower and he walks into
the living room in just a towel. Clearly he’s going to combat me
with a little display of his own. As I sit on the couch, I try not
to be too conspicuous as I quickly steal a glance at his washboard
abs and his broad, toned shoulders.

“Get up,” he grins.

“Hmm?” I reply.

“You’re sleeping with me,” he says like it’s
totally obvious.

I try to suppress it, but that puts a big
smile on my face and he takes my hand as he leads me into his
bedroom. I get under the covers in his bed and he gives me a flirty
grin as he unwraps his towel and reaches for a pair of boxers from
his dresser. My eyes are wide as I try not to gasp. He’s got a
perfect ass and I blush as I catch a little glimpse between his
legs. Yeah, that definitely lives up to the legend. I’ve seen it a
few times before, but not in the past several years, so it hasn’t
lost its scandalous allure entirely.

When he turns around, he smirks the second he
sees my expression. He knows I was surprised and he totally digs
that he ruffled me. He crawls over me on the bed, briefly pausing
above me and giving me a sexy smile before he gets under the covers
with me.

“Come on,” he says, “get over here and let me
hold you.”

I can’t help it. I’m beaming from how sweet
that sounds. Not come over here and let me fuck you, come over here
and let me rip your clothes off, but come over here and let me
hold
you. He was just subtly flashing me his dick but all he
really wants to do is snuggle. I love it!

He kisses my forehead as I rest my cheek on
his light sprinkling of chest hair. A wave of relaxation and
contentment comes over me as he lightly strokes his fingers up and
down my back and plays with a lock of my hair. He can be so tender
when it comes to me. I smile myself to sleep feeling completely
adored.

“Stop messing with it, it looks really good,”
I say to Lola as she looks in the vanity mirror and brushes her
fingers through her hair for the zillionth time on the drive to
Rick’s house.

“I just want it to look right,” she says,
biting her bottom lip in concentration. I love when she does that.
It’s sort of sexy in an innocent way.

“It does look right, so quit fucking with
it,” I laugh.

She looks great. I don’t know what she’s
worried about. Her petite, little body’s looking toned and firm in
all the right places. She’s got on a red sundress that gives off
kind of a hippie vibe and her legs are looking mad long in her
heeled sandals. Her hair is loose and wavy in that natural way that
I’ve always thought was pretty and she’s always thought looked too
messy. She’s got on a little necklace with a small, silver
hummingbird that I got her for her fifteenth birthday, which is
really sweet and sentimental to me, and it hangs off her neck just
above her cleavage—which is lookin’ mighty fine, if I do say so
myself. She looks hot, as always, but she’s being all girly and
getting self-conscious.

We pull up Rick’s driveway and Lola looks
impressed. It’s one of those Spanish villa type of places and he’s
got a fountain in front of the circle drive and gold everything
like he’s Donald Trump. Rick’s got money, for sure. He’s been in
the business since the late ‘80s and he’s worked with some of the
biggest porn stars in history—household names that even regular
people would recognize. I started out working with him when I was
19 and I had a shitty time trying to break into real acting. He put
me in my first porn flick with Shawnna Hendrix, who was one of the
biggest stars in porn at the time. She was ten years older than me
and on her way to retirement, but that girl rocked my world and I
was hooked on the business after that. For a while, I only did
small videos, internet-only kind of stuff, because I was worried
about people finding out back home. When the huge blowout happened
with my parents a few months ago, I decided I could shoot for the
moon and go for bigger movies. I’ve done three pretty big ones
since then and people say I’m a rising star in the industry, which
is super cool.

Rick’s got waiters running around dishing out
drinks and one of them leads us to the back yard, where Rick’s
grilling food and everybody’s hanging out around the pool. The
whole Sin Cinema gang is here and I like that Lola’s going to meet
my work friends.

“Come on, let me introduce you to some
people,” I say, taking her hand and leading her into the sprawling
yard.

First, I want to introduce her to Rick, since
he always makes fun of how much I talk about her. He gives me a
giant smile and his eyes get all big when he sees the gorgeous girl
on my arm.
That’s right. I told you she was a stunner.

“Lola, this is Rick, the owner of the
company,” I say to her before turning to him. “Rick, this is my
best friend, Lola.”

“Very nice to meet you, sweetheart,” Rick
smiles at her as he shakes her hand.

She grins and I know what she’s thinking.
Rick looks like a walking stereotype of a porn producer. He’s short
and stocky with dyed black hair that he keeps slicked back. He’s
got a gravely voice from smoking for decades and he gives off that
wannabe mobster vibe, like he’s kind of sketchy. In real life, he’s
a nice dude, but he wants to look like something out of Goodfellas.
Eh, to each his own, right?

“I’ve heard so much about you. This kid won’t
shut up about his beautiful best friend and how great you are. Glad
to see he wasn’t bullshitting me. You’re a knock out, honey,” Rick
says to her.

“Jeez, thanks,” she blushes. “I’ve heard a
lot about you too. James loves working for you.”

“That’s good to hear, since I love working
with him,” Rick politely replies. “He’s gonna be huge. I keep
tellin’ him he’s got the makings of a superstar.”

I smile proudly when Lola nods in
agreement.

We leave Rick so I can take her around and
introduce her to people. She meets Rick’s assistant, Christie,
who’s in her early 40s and sweet as can be. She got into the
business decades ago trying to be a star—she’s blonde and pretty so
it made sense—but she got married and had a son, so she decided
fucking onscreen wasn’t for her. Now she’s Rick’s right hand woman
and she’s basically the one who keeps the whole production office
together. She loves Lola—natch—and they have a friendly
conversation for a little while. Lola’s easy to like, so I’m not
surprised that everyone she meets thinks she’s great.

“I thought I saw you over here,” someone says
as they grab my shoulders from the back. I turn around and see my
good buddy Chad Rockwell giving me a big smile.

“Hey!” I grin at him. “I didn’t see you. I
wanted to introduce you to—”

“Oh my God, you’re Lola!” He nearly gasps as
he takes her hand a plants a playful kiss on her knuckles.

“Quite the greeting,” she giggles.

“Lola, this is my friend, Chad,” I say to
her.

She looks very cheerful as they exchange
hellos.

Chad’s a really cool dude. He and his
boyfriend, Alejandro Carrera, are both really big stars in Sin
Cinema’s gay division. Chad’s tall, blonde and blue-eyed, very
all-American, and Alejandro’s all buff and has a full sleeve tattoo
of Day of the Dead stuff. They’ve been dating for, like, a decade
and they’re the nicest guys you could meet.

“Is Alejandro here?” I ask him. “I want her
to meet him.”

“We’re over by the waterfall,” he says,
motioning for us to follow him.

Lola gives me a big smile as we walk over to
the little waterfall Rick’s got by the manmade pond in the back
yard. She’s heard a lot about these guys and I know she’s excited
to hang out with them. They were the first people to really
befriend me when I moved out here and, even though they knew I
could make bank in porn, they never tried to pressure me into it.
They were great because they showed me the best routes to get
places, where the gourmet markets were—since I love to cook, and
even which DMV always has the shortest lines for when I had to get
my California license.