here,” David said.
“Easier said than done.” I turned and quickly made my way to the club. I was starting to shake it was so cold. David, Mac, and Josh didn’t say another word and just followed me silently.
“Alexa James.” The big door guy who resembled Mr. Clean announced my name happily as I approached him. “I’m a big fan.”
I reached out and ran my fingertips down his muscular chest. “Well, sweetie, I’m a fan of my fans.”
He gulped audibly and smiled. “Go right in, no cover charge for you.”
“Thank you. Oh, and they’re with me.” I waved my hand back in my silent entourage’s direction without looking at them.
“Hi, I’m David Jonez and I filming a documentary about the porno industry. Alexa is my focal point, or star, and since you’re a fan, would you mind answering a few questions on film for me? I’ll need you to sign a release when you’re done if you agree.”
“Oh yeah, of course. I can’t leave the door though—“
“That’s fine. We can film right here.” I studied David as he worked. He carried an edge of excitement that I’d only witnessed in association with his film stuff. It made me wonder again what it’d be like to have him fuck me. Would he direct all that intensity at me? I shivered at the thought. Hopefully, I’d be finding out soon so I could put my little infatuation to bed…literally.
David glanced up at me. His sharp blue gaze zeroed in on my shaking body and he turned to Josh. “You can handle this, right? I’m going to head in with Alexa, she’s freezing.”
“Yep, got it,” Josh replied with excitement of his own. He brushed his blond hair out of his eyes and whipped out a piece of paper from the bag on his shoulder. I was guessing it was the release form David had just mentioned.
“Let’s get you in where it’s warm.” David wrapped his arm around me and I snuggled into his side, inhaling deeply. After all the men and women I’d fucked, I took notice more of people’s individual scents and taste than I used to. No two people smell or taste the same, even if they eat the same foods or use the same body wash etc. There’s always a unique flavor to them that makes them special. Some scents and tastes were pleasing and others…not so much. David’s scent was spicy; warm…it made me think of laying on the beach on a nice summer day. It made me feel safe and comfortable…at home. And that’s a very dangerous thought .
I reluctantly pulled away from David and strode ahead of him, using my excitement as an excuse. “I can’t wait to see Tara’s face when she sees me!” David had fallen back into silent mode and was observing me through the lenses of his camera. Something in me sparked to life knowing that he was the one filming me. I bit my lip and smiled coquettishly at him, running my hands down my no longer shaking body. “Tonight’s going to be a fun night,” I purred. But David gave no reaction. I narrowed my eyes at him with determination. I had a new goal for the evening: To flap the unflappable film documentarian David Jonez.
I swiveled on my heels and glided into the club, swinging my hips provocatively. I’d only made a few feet into Erotic Exotica when I heard a feminine squeal above the pumping bass blaring from the DJ booth.
I grinned as Tara hopped off stage, and barreled into me, hugging me tightly. “Holy shit! You didn’t tell me you were coming! I would have taken the night off so we could get into trouble together!”
Tara had visited me numerous times in L.A. but it’d been years since I’d been to Pittsburgh to see her and visit our old haunts. Surprisingly, I was looking forward to reminiscing. I grinned at her. “It was more fun this way. Plus I’ll be here for almost two weeks so we have plenty of time.”
“Holy shit!” Tara repeated, bouncing up and down on her mile high stripper shoes. Her generous sized fake double D tits jiggled and I noticed several men ogling her. I glanced back to
“Easier said than done.” I turned and quickly made my way to the club. I was starting to shake it was so cold. David, Mac, and Josh didn’t say another word and just followed me silently.
“Alexa James.” The big door guy who resembled Mr. Clean announced my name happily as I approached him. “I’m a big fan.”
I reached out and ran my fingertips down his muscular chest. “Well, sweetie, I’m a fan of my fans.”
He gulped audibly and smiled. “Go right in, no cover charge for you.”
“Thank you. Oh, and they’re with me.” I waved my hand back in my silent entourage’s direction without looking at them.
“Hi, I’m David Jonez and I filming a documentary about the porno industry. Alexa is my focal point, or star, and since you’re a fan, would you mind answering a few questions on film for me? I’ll need you to sign a release when you’re done if you agree.”
“Oh yeah, of course. I can’t leave the door though—“
“That’s fine. We can film right here.” I studied David as he worked. He carried an edge of excitement that I’d only witnessed in association with his film stuff. It made me wonder again what it’d be like to have him fuck me. Would he direct all that intensity at me? I shivered at the thought. Hopefully, I’d be finding out soon so I could put my little infatuation to bed…literally.
David glanced up at me. His sharp blue gaze zeroed in on my shaking body and he turned to Josh. “You can handle this, right? I’m going to head in with Alexa, she’s freezing.”
“Yep, got it,” Josh replied with excitement of his own. He brushed his blond hair out of his eyes and whipped out a piece of paper from the bag on his shoulder. I was guessing it was the release form David had just mentioned.
“Let’s get you in where it’s warm.” David wrapped his arm around me and I snuggled into his side, inhaling deeply. After all the men and women I’d fucked, I took notice more of people’s individual scents and taste than I used to. No two people smell or taste the same, even if they eat the same foods or use the same body wash etc. There’s always a unique flavor to them that makes them special. Some scents and tastes were pleasing and others…not so much. David’s scent was spicy; warm…it made me think of laying on the beach on a nice summer day. It made me feel safe and comfortable…at home. And that’s a very dangerous thought .
I reluctantly pulled away from David and strode ahead of him, using my excitement as an excuse. “I can’t wait to see Tara’s face when she sees me!” David had fallen back into silent mode and was observing me through the lenses of his camera. Something in me sparked to life knowing that he was the one filming me. I bit my lip and smiled coquettishly at him, running my hands down my no longer shaking body. “Tonight’s going to be a fun night,” I purred. But David gave no reaction. I narrowed my eyes at him with determination. I had a new goal for the evening: To flap the unflappable film documentarian David Jonez.
I swiveled on my heels and glided into the club, swinging my hips provocatively. I’d only made a few feet into Erotic Exotica when I heard a feminine squeal above the pumping bass blaring from the DJ booth.
I grinned as Tara hopped off stage, and barreled into me, hugging me tightly. “Holy shit! You didn’t tell me you were coming! I would have taken the night off so we could get into trouble together!”
Tara had visited me numerous times in L.A. but it’d been years since I’d been to Pittsburgh to see her and visit our old haunts. Surprisingly, I was looking forward to reminiscing. I grinned at her. “It was more fun this way. Plus I’ll be here for almost two weeks so we have plenty of time.”
“Holy shit!” Tara repeated, bouncing up and down on her mile high stripper shoes. Her generous sized fake double D tits jiggled and I noticed several men ogling her. I glanced back to
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