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Authors: Bianca Giovanni

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“Honey, look who’s here!” Chad says when we
see Alejandro.

“Is this her?!” he gasps.

“Just as stunning as he said, right?” Chad
smiles.

“Lola, it’s such a pleasure to meet you,”
Alejandro says to her as he shakes her hand. “You know what, I’m
gonna give you a hug because I feel like we’re friends already,” he
sweetly ads as he pulls her in.

She likes it, I can tell from her big
smile.

“Now, you’re out here visiting during your
break from school, right?” Chad says as he ushers her to sit down
in a chair with them. I follow and sit next to her.

“Right,” she nods. “I had time with Labor Day
weekend and all, so I figured it would be nice to come out here,
get some sunshine and see my dude.”

Her dude.
I like the sound of
that.

“I’m so glad you could come out here!” Chad
says. “You would not believe how much we’ve heard about you. We
could practically write a biography on you from how much he gushes
about you.”

Gushes.
It makes me get all shy
because it’s totally true, even though I don’t want her to know
it.

“When he first moved here, it was ‘oh, Lola
would love that’ and ‘oh, I wish Lola was here so we could do
this.’ He built you up like you were Beyoncé.”

She laughs hard and gives me a cute smile,
like she knows it’s true and she’s barely biting her tongue on
making fun of me for it. I give her a playful growl and she doesn’t
call me on it.

“I hope I live up to the hype,” she
jokes.

“Well, you’re even prettier than he said, so
you’ve already beat that expectation,” Alejandro smiles at her.

“Jeez, you guys are too kind,” she giggles.
“I figured no one would even give me a second look at a party full
of super hot porn stars.”

“You’re fresh meat,” Chad teases. “Everybody
here has had sex with everybody else here, so we’re all bored of
each other.” Alejandro nods. “You’re new blood and everybody’s
probably eying you.”

She laughs hard and I can see her cheeks
start to turn pink.

We’re both hungry, so we grab a couple of the
burgers Rick’s been grilling and we sit down with the guys. They
keep revealing how much I talk about her and how I always tell them
that my best friend is the coolest, the prettiest, the smartest—all
that stuff. I’m so embarrassed because it’s all totally true. I do
gush
about her. I can’t help it. She’s my little angel and I
feel honored that she’s even friends with me, let alone best
friends with me.

After a little while, we decide to walk
around so she can meet some more people. I introduce her to a few
of the girls I’ve worked with, including this super hot redhead
named Amber Blaze who’s website gets more hits than any other girl
in the biz. Amber’s really cool, a very free spirit kind of girl
and way more mature than her 21 years. I like her a lot and, since
I did a shoot with her a couple months ago, we’ve hung out and had
lunch several times. She’s super nice to Lola—probably because
she’s heard me go on and on about her too—and they seem to get on
pretty well.

Lola’s getting a raspberry lemonade from the
bar when we’re approached by Lexi Jaxxon and her buddy Tara Morgan,
who is slightly more famous.

“Hey baby,” Tara says, grabbing me and
kissing me on the mouth. “It’s good to see you.”

“We saw you over here lookin’ sexy and
wondered why you hadn’t come over to say hello to us,” Lexi ads
with a sultry purr.

Both of them dig me and the three of us
hooked up last week after a shoot. They’ve been all up on me ever
since.

They both don’t even say hello to Lola, which
is kind of rude, so I make a point to introduce her. I can tell
from her expression that she’s not exactly thrilled to meet them.
They act just a little bit arrogant and I know she doesn’t dig
their attitude.

“You’re the high school girl, right?” Lexi
says in a vaguely condescending tone.

“College, actually. A university,” Lola
smiles defiantly. Such a tough cookie, my girl.

“Oh,” Lexi says like she’s a little surprised
that Lola checked her.

“And you’re the one that’s known him since
you were kids, right?” Tara asks her in a way that seems kind of
like she’s talking down to her.

I want to step in, but Lola’s got this. I’ve
seen her deal with this kind of girl rivalry bullshit before and
she’s no delicate flower when it comes to this stuff.

“Yes,” she nods. “James and I have been best
friends since childhood. We grew up together. We’re practically
family.”

“Closer than family,” I smile at her as I put
my arm around her and give her a wink to acknowledge that I see how
the girls are a little bit bitchy.

They exchange those kind of fake pleasantries
that girls give to each other when they secretly don’t like each
other. I’ve never understood why they don’t just say what they
mean. Lola doesn’t like them, they have some kind of weird
mean-girl cockiness towards her and I don’t know why they’re even
standing here trying to pretend to be all polite to each other.

I make up some excuse about wanting to ask
Rick something and I take Lola’s hand as we walk away from
them.

“Ok, what’s up with those two?” she chuckles
when we get somewhere more private. “What’s their deal? They’re all
bitchy and combative.”

“Who knows,” I shrug, “maybe they’re
jealous.”

“Of what?” she scoffs with a laugh.

“Because you’re prettier,” I say, kissing her
forehead, “and sweeter,” I add as I kiss her right cheek, “and
smarter,” I kiss her left, “and all-around cooler than they’ll ever
be,” I conclude with a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“You’re such a charmer,” she says with a
giggle and an eye roll.

“But I’m also honest,” I grin at her.

As we’re walking back towards Chad and
Alejandro, I see Ethan Dane— my rival, my nemesis, the Newman to my
Jerry—walking towards us. He’s scoping Lola pretty hard and I can
feel my jaw clench as I step a little in front of her. It’s one of
those possessive displays of dominance a la Caesar Milan, but it’s
instinct for me at this point.

“Hey, man. How’s it going?” Ethan smiles at
me.

I give him a nod. “Great, dude, and you?”

“Really great,” he says, cutting the
greetings and looking at Lola. “Hi,” he smiles flirtatiously as he
reaches out and shakes her hand. “I’m Ethan.”

“I’m Lola,” she says. “Nice to meet you,
Ethan.”

I’ve told Lola about Ethan Dane, but not a
ton about him. He and I are both the passion guys, the ones that
have a growing female following. He’s only about 5’ 10” but he’s
really buff and he’s got a tattoo on his shoulder of the lyrics
from a Bob Dylan song, which somehow makes him deep, I guess. We’re
always in the running for the same movies and we’ve had this
professional rivalry since my second or third movie. We started out
around the same time and both of us are getting pretty big, so
we’re kind of competitive. Right now, it looks like he wants to
compete over Lola. Little does he know, that shit ain’t gonna
happen.

“Ethan works for Rick too,” I say, putting my
arm around her waist and pulling her into my side.

“That’s right! I’ve heard of you,” she smiles
at him. She curls into me a little more and I can tell she’s cool
with playing things up because she knows I’m annoyed and I want to
tell Ethan to back off of her.

“Oh yeah?” he grins, practically licking his
chops at her. “You seen any of my movies?”

“I haven’t seen hardly any porn movies,” she
giggles, “not even his.”

It’s true. She’s seen a couple of pics, but
it was mostly me blurry in the background while the camera focused
on the girl I was plowing. She told me she’s too scared to see my
movies, which is too cute.

“You should check them out,” Ethan smiles,
“you might like what you see.”

“Maybe she’ll watch a couple of mine this
weekend,” I say, unconsciously amping up the sex appeal. “She could
see how a pro does it.”

She giggles and looks into my eyes with this
really sultry look that takes me by surprise. Lola can be so
seductive without even realizing it.

“How long are you in town?” Ethan asks her,
licking his lips. Dude licks his lips while he’s making eyes at my
girl! What is that about?!

“Just the weekend,” she replies. “Just a
little visit out here to be with him,” she says, putting her hand
on my stomach in a possessive gesture of her own.

Ethan seems to take the hint and he keeps the
flirtation to an acceptable level for the rest of the brief
conversation.

“So that’s the infamous Ethan Dane?” she
giggles once he’s out of earshot. “The rival. The great
adversary.”

“Yep,” I nod. “The challenger to the
throne.”

She snickers loudly and rolls her eyes. “Not
much of a challenge, babe.”

“You are the coolest girl in the world, I
swear,” I smile at her.

“Hey, just like you, I’m honest,” she winks,
referencing my comment from earlier.

I grab her face and kiss her forehead and she
laughs.

We go back over to Chad and Alejandro and we
hang with them for a while and talk shit. Lola and Chad both love
shitty reality shows and they compare notes about the best bad
movies or the worst music videos. They’re pop culture heads and
they’re practically best friends by the end of the day. I knew
she’d get along great with these guys. They’re good dudes.

When we leave the party, we decide to go see
a movie and then go back home to chill out. I want to take Lola to
the beach tomorrow—and not just because I want to see her in a
bikini. I think she’ll like relaxing in the sun and I’ll like
relaxing with her while she’s in a bikini. It’s more of an added
bonus than a straight-up goal.

She seems to be getting less self-conscious
by the minute and she comes out in just a towel after her shower.
There are still little beads of water on her shoulders and I love
that she’s all wet and sexy. I’m in the room when she goes over to
her suitcase to get pajamas. I pretend to look away, but I totally
check out her ass as she pulls off the towel and changes into some
boy-shorts and a jersey knit nightie. Hot.

We crawl under the covers together and I rest
my arm over her waist as she lies on her back. She turns her head
to look at me and gives me a sweet, kind of shy smile.

“James,” she says, “thanks for sticking by me
at the party … you know, especially with those girls and stuff. I
think I would have been a lot more nervous if you weren’t right by
my side the whole time like that.”

“I’ll always stick by you, Lo. I got your
back,” I smile.

She doesn’t reply, she just brushes her
fingers down my shoulder and then leans up to kiss my cheek. It’s
gentle and loving, that kind of sweet kiss that makes your heart
flutter like some shit out of a cartoon. I close my eyes and absorb
the feeling as she plants little, soft kisses across my cheeks, up
the bridge of my nose, across my forehead and along my jaw. The
tenderness of it is what gets me and I feel all warm and cozy with
her.

“Goodnight, James,” she whispers, kissing my
cheek one more time and then curling into me.

“Goodnight, babe,” I softly reply.

What an awesome way to fall asleep.

Chapter 3
- Lola

 

 

 

James holds my hand as we shuffle towards the
marina. He’s arranged something today and the only thing he would
tell me was that it involved a boat—or yacht, I guess. I know
absolutely nothing about boats but most of these look pretty
expensive. We head down a dock to a large motor yacht with dark
wood paneling and gold railings. The writing sprawled across the
back in gold cursive says “Dirty Oar”.

“Seriously?” I smirk at James.

“It’s a dumb name, but come on,” he smiles
broadly as he leads me up some stairs and onto the deck.

A handsome older gentleman who looks a little
like Sean Connery steps out and introduces himself as Captain
Scott. “The others are already here,” he says, motioning for us to
go inside.

We step into the cabin and it’s tacky
opulence everywhere. It looks like Louis XIV threw up in here, gold
everything, white leather sofas, marbled wood paneling on the
walls. I instantly know who the yacht belongs to and I give James a
look.

“Rick said I could use it,” he grins
mischievously, nearly laughing at the way I’m holding back from
commenting on the decor.

“Chad, honey, they’re here!” Alejandro says,
emerging from an outside door.

“They are?” I hear Chad’s voice call from the
main deck.

Alejandro gives James a hug before moving on
to hug me. He’s so firm, like a wall of muscle. He looks totally
studly in shorts and a black wifebeater that shows off his sleeve
of beautiful sugar skulls and other Day of the Dead emblems. Chad
comes in soon after in shorter shorts and no shirt, showing off his
golden tan and making his blue eyes really pop. He walks his tall,
lean frame over to me and gives me a big hug, kissing my cheek and
telling me that the orange, cotton sundress I have on over my
bikini looks gorgeous. With compliments flying like this, I could
really get used to hanging out with these guys.

It seems that James and the boys called in a
favor from Rick to take me out on his yacht today for some fun in
the sun. I feel sappy for admitting it, but I find it so touching
that the three of them put this together. James does nice stuff for
me all the time but it’s so sweet of Chad and Alejandro to come
along too. I had so much fun with them at the barbecue.

I want to put my purse down and change, so I
start off to find the bedrooms—turns out there are three, including
a master suite with a king bed. James follows on my heels and
closes the door a little bit behind him when we arrive in a large
room with a mirrored wall and black wood everything. It looks like
every 1980s shopping mall crammed into one room. I’m guessing Rick
bought this boat quite some time ago, probably late 1980s early
1990s, which would coincide with when Sin Cinema first took off,
according to what James told me.

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