“I know! I’ll be there,” with another happy face. But not an emoji. Like an old school manual with a semicolon and a parenthesis. Which doesn’t show nearly as much emotion as the emoji.
“I miss you,” I typed. My fingers moved faster than my brain.
The dots appeared and disappeared several times and there was no response. Ten minutes went by. Twenty minutes went by. Thirty minutes went by. Ugh. It was like a dagger in my gut. Maybe, her phone died. Maybe she was in a different time zone. Or maybe she didn’t miss me at all.
20
Joanna was wiping herself off with a towel that I knew once lived inside the bathroom here. I wasn’t entirely sure how clean it was or how it wound up here, but I wasn’t going to ask. There was a bottle of vodka being passed around between her and some of the Fantasies people. They looked relieved; I felt a certain kinship with them. They seemed proud of my on-the-fly DJ skills. One of them handed me the vodka bottle and I took a swig of it. I handed Joanna her bra and panties.
“Here you go—you don’t want to forget these!” I said.
“Thank you so much for all your help. Everything went great! I can’t believe we all pulled this off!” she laughed. One of the Fantasies men was lounging on the couch, counting sticky dollar bills and putting them into piles.
“What was your name, again?” Joanna asked me.
“It’s Taryn!”
“Well, Taryn, I have had professional DJs who have been doing this for years fuck up my music, and you got it perfectly. Thank you.”
“It was good music! I think I’ll keep it on my laptop and listen to it sometime. I mean, I could use a break from listening to Neutral Milk Hotel, all their songs start to sound the same after a while,” I nervously laughed.
“I used to listen to them when I was in college,” Joanna said. “They’re still around?”
“You went to college?” I asked. Shit. Why did I say that? I mean, I went to college, too, and here I was picking up panties from the floor.
“Yeah, I mean, where else would I learn that lotion mixed with water looks perfectly like jizz?” she laughed.
“You are totally right, I’m sorry,” I answered.
She held up her hand in a forget-about-it manner. She was sitting on the couch completely naked, with her pussy and tits hanging out. I couldn’t help but look at her. I felt privileged to be allowed in this green room, even though they were technically at my work, and I was the only one who had the key to the room we were in.
“How long have you been working here for?” Joanna asked.
“Just a couple weeks.”
“Do you like it?”
“Ah, well, I like it when people randomly barge in here and turn it into a strip club!” I laughed. “But that doesn’t happen often. Or, like, ever,” I said.
“Do people really use these rooms to fuck in?”
“Yeah! They really do!”
“Well, that’s pretty cool!” she said. “Did you ever get to fuck in here yourself?” she laughed and said, as she swigged another gulp of vodka (I really couldn’t tell if she was an old-looking 25-year-old or a young-looking 45-year-old. I felt it was probably better not to ask). The men in sweatpants rolled their eyeballs; one of them started laughing.
“Here we go again,” one of them said.
“Oh, shut up!” Joanna yelled.
“What?” I asked. “Am I missing something?”
“You wanna be in one of her movies?” one of the guys asked.
“What?!”
Joanna leaned in close to me; I could still smell the lotion on her skin. She looked directly into my eyes, fire flowing through her pupils. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to seduce me or eat me.
“I have this ‘on the road’ series, where I film sex scenes with random people when I travel. If you wanna do it, I can give you $700 and it will only take about 20 minutes,” Joanna said.
Seduce me, it is!
I had read articles about sleazy pornographers who tried to get innocent girls into the porn industry. But I never thought that sleazy pornographers could be so attractive and charming and female, and I also guess I was not all that innocent since I was in an adult video store at midnight, and planned on being here for the next six hours.
“So you get to, like, pick people you want to have sex with and pay them for their—time?”
“Yeah! Not a bad life, right? I basically bribe people into fucking me,” she said with a large smile. “I mean, you’re welcome to fuck me for fun, too. And I don’t have to film it.” She laughed. And then she grabbed me and started kissing me. She strongly smelled like scented lotion and money. All the men in sweatpants left the room. I hope they could watch over the store for me. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing here, but I wanted to keep going.
I let myself think of Amanda for a split second, then pushed her to the back of my mind.
After a minute of making out, Joanna threw me down on the ground and lifted my little black dress up and over my head, throwing it across the room. She was aggressive, it seemed, and wasted no time at all getting what she wanted—my bra was next, not at all noticed by her swift hands except as a barrier between her hands and my breasts that she needed gone.
“Ohhhh, I love your little tits!” She looked from my boobs to me with these perfect fuck-me eyes. She arched her back and lifted her ass up in the air as she crawled up my legs. It was almost as though she was doing the same stripper moves she did out there, but on top of me, and I was ok at it. She was attractive but not in the classic or traditional sense. If you looked up pretty in the dictionary her picture wouldn’t be there, but she truly became a completely different animal when anything sexual was going on. It’s like she had a nympho button she could turn on and off, her fist could be in her mouth one minute and she could like, be reading the newspaper the next minute. I liked it.
She slapped my tits rather hard, leaving a giant red mark on them. It stung, the vibrations circling the bulk of my breasts until it faded into delightful tingly pleasure. I wanted her to do it again but I didn’t know how to properly ask her to do that again.
“You like that?” she asked.
“Yeah, I do!” I answered quite honestly.
She slapped me harder, again and again, like a symphonic drum hitting my right and left boob, one after another. She squished my breasts together, leaned down, and licked them, lavishing them with soothing saliva; then suddenly, she bit me! Little nips perked up all over my breast, Joanna putting just the right amount of pressure and pain into her bites. This woman sure knew how to use her mouth! Then she sat up, grabbed the bottle of vodka and took a giant swig of it, laughing maniacally at me as she swallowed. What did I get myself into? I was petrified and excited for whatever came next.
She reached her hands down and slid them underneath my French-cut cotton panties. She briskly moved her fingers around, almost as if she lost her keys in her purse and was blindly looking for them. What was she doing? What was she searching for? Although, maybe it didn’t matter, because her touch was incredible either way. Oh—yeah—that was it.
She found my clitoris—her eyes lit up like a jackpot sign—and rubbed it hard. I started to shake.
“There it is,” she said. She continued to rub up and down and up and down, back and forth and back and forth. This was literally record time of anyone finding my clitoris—she found it faster than I could find it myself, sometimes!
She continued to kiss me, pulling away from my lips every so often to bite my neck and suck on it like a vampire (from her taste in music, I couldn’t be sure she wasn’t actually part vampire). She rubbed my clit harder and my legs began to tremble. She then got bored, I guess, of sucking on my neck because she suddenly pulled away, holding my chest to the ground, took her mouth and went down to my vagina. She replaced her fingers with her tongue, not wasting any time with kisses or teasing, licking faster and with more pressure than a lot of the things that vibrated here in the store. She licked and licked, she spit on my pussy and then continued to lick it. She sucked it hard, tonguing the inside of my lips and then finally my hole, fucking me like her tongue was a dick. It was so filthy and hot, and the more turned-on I got, the more she laughed.