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Copyright© 2015 Sam Crescent
ISBN: 978-1-77233-413-5
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Editor: Karyn White
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PORN STAR
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2015
Chapter One
“You’re so big. That’s right, fuck my pussy. You like my pussy?”
Bone Harder stared down at his cock as it slid in and out of the woman in front of him. He’d already been in her mouth and in her ass. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bill, the cameraman, getting closer. Nigel, the director, was giving him the signal for the cum shot. Tiffany—he couldn’t recall her porn name—was moaning, groaning, and telling him exactly what she wanted him to do.
He’d been in the porn industry for ten years, ever since he was twenty years old. Bone Harder, real name Jason Bone, had been invented after screwing a woman in a nightclub who thought he’d make a real go of it in the industry. His cock was ten inches long, and the woman he’d screwed hadn’t been wrong. Jason had taken the porn world by storm, becoming even more successful with each movie and scene he did. There were directors who begged him to be in their movies. For the right money and costars, he was more than ready to be Bone Harder.
“Oh, baby, I’m going to spunk over those tits.”
“No, I want it over my face.”
“You want my cum all over that pretty fucking face?” he asked, playing his role to perfection.
“Yes, I want it, and I want you.”
He pulled out of her, watching her turn and face him with her mouth open. She kept smiling, and the camera came in close, ready for that special shot. Bone stared at her mouth, while thinking about something else, a woman in his mind who didn’t want him to shoot all over her face, but actually be inside her.
Groaning, he spoke his lines and then erupted on her face, shooting whites dots into Tiffany’s mouth. She moaned as if she was getting an orgasm.
“Fuck, babe, you’re one dirty slut,” he said.
“Cut!”
That one magical word was all it took for Jason. Bone ceased to exist, and Jason took the towel off the young female assistant. He gave it to Tiffany.
“Thanks,” she said, wiping the excess of his cum off.
“That’s a wrap, people. Excellent work.”
Ignoring the director, Jason finished talking with the cameraman and crew before making his way back to his dressing room. He’d learned early on to always keep the people behind the screen happy, and they always extended the kindness. Jason had gotten more gigs from cameramen talking about him being a good guy, than anything else.
There were a lot of directors who hated working with divas, and with his reputation there were times he got a bad reputation even though he was no diva. This was his job. He fucked women for work, which to a lot of men would be amazing, but to Jason, he was starting to want something else.
“Okay, man, another great show?” Richard asked, coming into his room without knocking. Rich Fuck was his stage name. They’d gotten close while in the business and done some scenes together, sharing a girl. They never did each other. Jason wasn’t into guys and wouldn’t damage his reputation by doing a bad job of it.
“Yeah, another one done and over with,” Jason said, removing his robe. He’d placed it on after giving Tiffany the towel to clean her face.
“You’re still not happy?”
“I don’t know what I am anymore.”
“Free pussy isn’t doing it for you anymore?”
Blowing out a breath, Jason grabbed his jeans, pulling them up his legs. Ten years he’d been in the business and in all of that time he must have fucked over a thousand girls, and that was only on set. He’d fucked plenty at his place, and he’d also had ten scares where he could have gotten something. The movies that got the most money were the ones without condoms. He’d done movies with and without them.
Jason got tested regularly. All of the actors got tested.
“It’s not the free pussy.”
“A lot of girls who come into this business want to start their careers with you, Jason. What’s not to love?”
“They want either me or you, Rich.”
“Hey, I’m not acting right now. Use my real name.”
Laughing, Jason pulled on his shirt. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m probably having a midlife crisis or some shit.”
“You’re thirty.”
“So?
“Okay, so you’re having a midlife crisis? Why don’t you take the weekend, meet a girl, and date her or something?” Richard asked.
“Tell her what? I’m a normal guy by night but a porn star by day? I fuck women for money, but hey, I’m not a whore. It’s a job. Please, no woman will ever fall for that shit.”
“Why don’t you not tell her what you do? Tell her you’re an investment banker or something? Maybe you’re a cameraman for a company? You deal on the internet? Anything but you’re a porn star?”
He was tempted. Jason didn’t like how tempted he actually was.
“No, I can’t deal with deceit. It’s not the kind of guy I am.”
Richard held his hands up. “Look, it’s not like you’ve got much choice. Tell them the truth and risk them walking out on you, or lie, and see where it goes.”
Neither option appealed to Jason.
“I’m not even going to think about it. It’s not like I’m going to meet a woman any time soon. Besides, I imagine there’s not a woman in town who doesn’t know who I am. Everyone watches porn nowadays, everyone.”
Grabbing his bag, he left the dressing room.
“It’s an offer, and you never know. There might be a sweet little woman out there who wants to have your babies and doesn’t have a clue she’s banging Bone Harder.” Richard had accompanied him to the set today even though he wasn’t working.
“What do you think? Lunch?” Jason asked. He was starving. Sex, work or fun, always worked up an appetite in him.
“I’m game for lunch. You paying?”
“Yes. I think I can afford it.”
Richard laughed. Jason wasn’t hurting for cash. He’d invested his money wisely and was looking at a good return for taking the time to research where to place his earnings. Living a modest lifestyle helped as well.
They passed the director and Tiffany, who was on the phone. She gave him a quick kiss to the cheek, and Jason tried to resist the urge to wipe away the feel of her lips on his skin.
“So, how was she?” Richard asked.
He climbed into his car, and shot a look toward his friend. “What?”
“Tiffany? Was she any good?”
“I think she was planning what she wanted to do afterward. There wasn’t exactly any chemistry between us.”
“There’s rarely chemistry between any of us. We still get the job done.”
Rolling his eyes, Jason fired up his car, loving the way it purred to life. “Shut the fuck up,” he said.