Chapter Five
Chapter Five
Jason
Eight years later…
Pushing the private back door of the nightclub
open with my shoulder, I dragged the giggling mess out with me. Since she was
busy pawing at me with those claw-like fingers, she tripped over her own feet,
righting herself at the last moment, her giggling getting even louder. Gripping
her waist to make sure she didn’t face plant in those spiky-heeled shoes, I
checked the alley to make sure we were alone. As soon as the door closed and the
heavy bass of the music drifted away to a buzz, I took Jenna’s hand off my dick
and slammed her back against the concrete wall, eating up her moan in a hungry
kiss.
Wait, is her name Gemma?
“Take me home, Jason,” she said, her words
slightly slurring. She wasn’t drunk—if she were, I wouldn’t do this with her—but
for some reason she chose to act like she was. I didn’t care for her games. “Take
me home and I’ll show you a few new tricks.”
More giggling.
Jamie maybe?
Fuck!
“This is better, babe. Don’t you feel the
thrill?” I asked in a low voice as my lips ghosted over her skin against her
throat. “Anyone can walk out on us. Doesn’t that excite you?”
What the hell is her name again?
She hadn’t had a big role in the movie, but we’d shared the same
set for about a month. She twirled and skipped around me whenever she found me
alone in a corner, watching the crew work. She whispered dirty, dirty things in
my ear—at least dirty for a girl her age—when no one was around. At last, after
countless ‘fuck me eyes’ had been thrown my way at the wrap party that night, little
brunette beauty Jessie (
???
) was about to get the fuck of her life
against a concrete wall in the back alley of a club. Looking at her flushed
skin and already dazed eyes, I could see that it wasn’t bothering her in the
slightest that she was about to get fucked like a cheap hooker, out in the open.
That was all she would be for me, and most likely
for the others that would come after me—producers, agents, etc.
“Aww, you can’t wait to slide your dick into
my pussy, can you? I can’t wait either. I knew you were crazy about me Jason,”
she whispered into my ear right before she licked it, trying to kill my ear
with the stabbing motions of her tongue.
Christ!
I pushed her face away.
Her high-pitched voice buzzed around in my
head, making me too aware of the alcohol I had consumed.
Ignoring her words, I lifted Jenna’s skintight
silver dress up and over her hips, making sure to caress her toned thighs as
she moaned against my neck, her heart racing.
She kept mumbling in between sloppy kisses,
but I tuned her out and let myself get lost in her body.
At that point, I wasn’t feeling much, just
some sort of house music pounding in my head making it too hard to think
clearly. My dick was definitely feeling something as it strained against my
jeans, dying to get into her tight pussy.
“You knew you were gonna get fucked
tonight, didn’t you…babe?”
Damn it!
I
still couldn’t remember her name.
“Yes. Yes. I knew you couldn’t stay away.” She
gasped as my fingers found their way to her…butterfly? What the hell? Normally
I wouldn’t care, but, well, sue me, I was a curious bastard.
I took a step back from her octopus arms
and looked down to find a sparkling butterfly holding two flimsy straps around
it wings. Her pussy was open for all to see in her crotchless panties—if you
could even call them panties, that is.
“Huh,” I muttered. “I guess that makes my
job easier.”
My dick was still roaring to get into
action so I shrugged her hands off my shoulders and took out a condom from my
back pocket, pulling it on pretty quickly considering my buzzed state.
Lifting her thigh as high as it would wrap
around me, I entered her in a quick deep thrust as she gasped in delight.
“Jesus, you filled me,” she said in
surprise.
“You like that, babe? Is that what you’ve
been after for so long? Getting filled up properly?” Another thrust and her
eyes fluttered close.
“Yeah, it’s better than what I’ve heard.”
Her voice was all dreamy, which made me hesitant to keep fucking her. I didn’t
do dreamy. A one-time quick fuck that would get us both off was more my kinda thing.
Dreamy led to complicated stuff, and even though I liked to believe that as an
actor I could sell a good dream, or hell, even
be
a good dream, I wasn’t
fucked up enough to think that I would find my own happy ending with my career
choice. Not everyone would tolerate the lifestyle I led.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved my job. It was
the only thing that made any sort of sense in my life. However, everything
else? The constant isolation forced on you, the paparazzi hounding you,
everyone dissecting your every little move… After a while it felt like there was
a noose around your throat that was being tightened by everyone in your life.
Yes. That’s exactly how I felt.
Indifferent. Tired.
The only time it seemed like I was
breathing again was when I was on a movie set, pretending to be someone else.
In a way, my life was a play.
“Oh my god, Jason. Yes. Yes, I knew it
would be like this with you.” She moaned as her words slurred. I picked up my
pace. This was the only time she’d be getting fucked senseless by me; I
should’ve been focused on her.
“Keep it quiet,” I hissed in her ear as her
cries started to get higher. “You don’t want to get caught getting fucked in
the street, do you?”
“I do. I do. Yes! Yes!”
I dropped my head to her shoulder and raced
for the finish line. The quicker this was over, the quicker I could get back to
my house.
Grabbing her ass, I wrapped both of her
skinny legs around my waist and kept drilling into her. Her sharp cries echoed
in the dark alley, blending with the music that was coming through the walls of
the nightclub her back was against.
“Oh, fuck me, Jason,” she screeched in my
ear.
“That’s what I’m trying to do,” I said through
gritted teeth. With all her shrieking, I was already sobering up.
I closed my eyes and tried to focus on the
task at hand. When she suddenly tipped over the edge to fucking dreamland, I
swore and came after her as she kept squeezing my dick rhythmically.
Tipping my head back, I felt every muscle
in my body relax and experienced the bliss I appreciated so much, even if it
was only for a few seconds.
That’s exactly when I heard the running
footsteps coming from behind us. Looking over my shoulder, I saw the first of
many blinding flashlights.
“Fuck,” I swore, my hands quickly getting
rid of the condom before they could get to us.
Jenna slumped back on the wall and sighed,
an even more doped up smile beginning to form on her lips as she started to fix
her hair.
Zipping up my fly, I pulled down her skirt
for her as she was too busy already beaming up to our intruders over my
shoulder.
Shit!
They
were almost on us. Thankfully, my body was big enough to hide her from their
cameras so I doubted they had gotten any shots of what we’d been doing just
seconds before. At best, they would think I’d taken her out for a quick make
out session.
“Jason! Jason! Is this a new relationship?”
the one with the mustache yelled.
Click. Click. Click
.
“Did your love start on set? Are the rumors
true?”
“When are you goin’ public with this?”
Click. Click.
“Did you start a relationship to promote
your new movie?”
“Jason! Talk to us man! What were you guys
doing back here?”
A few of them snickered.
Click. Click. Click.
What’s-her-name threw her arms around my
neck and beamed at the cameras. “How did you find us back here? This was
supposed to be secret. We were being clever.”
My face a mask of calm, I gently shrugged off
her arms yet again and opened the private back door to push her back into the
club.
Her eyes were as big as saucers and she couldn’t
do anything but gape at me as I closed the door on her face and turned to face
the paps still shouting questions at me. Thankfully, there were only seven or
eight of them.
“Jason! There is a clip of you with Zoey
where it looks like you are getting busy in your car. Now you are with
Jennifer, any comments?”
Ah!
So that
was her name.
“Have a nice evening, guys,” I said in a bored
tone, ignoring their questions. I put my hands in my pockets and they parted
for me to pass, their voices getting higher and higher in my head. I didn’t
specifically hear what they were saying, but I knew I would be getting a phone
call first thing the next morning from my agent, Tom Symond, who had become a good
friend over the years, and of course my publicist, Megan.
A few minutes later, I was in my car racing
back to Bel Air, still as edgy and empty as I’d been at the beginning of the
night.