Chapter 46

“Investment strategies, you sound sexy when you talk like that,” I teased.

She giggled. “I’m trying to be professional, at least some of the time.”

“Can we go by my apartment first so I can change? I’m dressed like a ragamuffin compared to you.”

“I’ve never seen anyone look so beautiful,” she said sincerely.

“Thank you,” I said shyly. “But there’s only one of us who looks stunning right now, and, trust me, it’s not me.”

She gently rubbed the inside of my thigh, leaned in again, and we exchanged a longer, open-mouth kiss ... she softly moaned into my mouth.

“I’ve ... I’ve never been this way with a client,” she admitted, seemingly embarrassed. “But with you, I just can’t seem to help myself.”

“It’s okay ... I ... you know ... I like it,” I whispered.

We took our cars to my place. After I changed, we drove together in her SUV to a quaint little cafe on Hollywood Boulevard. We spent the entire lunch talking about investments, goals and strategies, and ways that I could limit my tax liability on all the money that she promised me I was going to make. She was so smart and business-savvy, and she acted very professionally as we talked business. Yet that little look of hunger, of lust, never left her eyes as she engaged me in brainy, intelligent conversation. I knew from that moment I could trust her with my money and that she’d look out for me and protect me from the people in this business.

Once we finished lunch, she drove me back to my apartment, walked me to my door, and we exchanged another long, hot kiss. “We’ll be in touch, okay?” she said as she sensually squeezed my hand.

“Yes, we will, pretty girl.”

Joey pushed his cock deep inside me one last time, and I felt it erupt deep into my womb. Little aftershocks of my orgasm were still rolling through me, and I took a moment to study his contorted face as he reached his zenith. His sweat was dripping off his body and landing on my breasts, and a few seconds later, he collapsed on top of me. We bathed in the afterglow for a minute or so, and I could feel his erection wither inside me. He rolled to my side, and we lay face-to-face in his bed. Then he pulled me tight into his body, and our limbs sensually entwined.

“Thank you for ... you know ... dinner,” I said shyly. A couple of hours earlier, he’d taken me to a really nice restaurant on Santa Monica Boulevard, and I’d been having a great time with him. He was so easy to talk to, and he had a great sense of humor. It surprised me, though, how charming he could be.

“Well, I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t hoping it would lead to this, Jenna.” he teased.

When he’d taken me out to dinner earlier, he was a true gentleman, and by the time I’d finished my appetizer, I knew I was going to sleep with him. If we were going to do this and if I was going to let him get close to me, he was going to know my real name; he had only known me as Madi when we shot the brother-sister thing a couple of weeks ago. “I told you if you played your cards right, it would.” I looked around his bedroom. He had a small apartment in West Hollywood that was actually fairly close to mine. “You have a really nice place,” I added.

“It’s small, and I’d love a two-bedroom, but I don’t make the money you do,” he said somewhat more seriously.

“You could always do gay scenes,” I joked. “Atticus tells me those guys make just as much money as female performers.”

He laughed. “Take it in the ass? Yeah, no thanks.”

“C’mon, women do it all the time, and you have such cute, sexy ass.”

He rose up on one elbow. “Well, you’re right; my ass is very sexy. But no, that won’t be happening, ever.” He thought for a moment. “Some things are more important than money.”

“That’s true, but I’d look at you in a whole different way, though, if you did.”

“You love messing with me, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I kinda do.”

I slid closer to him and pushed my breasts into his chest. It felt so good to have real human contact. Shooting scenes wasn’t anything like I’d expected. It was all so business-like. The talent was expected to act professionally, and the whole process felt so cold. The kisses were fake, the sex was fake, and most of the time, I felt like a robot going through the motions of what once was to me an intimate and sensual act. Of course, it looked real; it looked heated and passionate. However, I was already getting good at making my body just perform and give the director and the audience everything they expected. I was making good money and having fun, but ... I already missed moments like this, connecting with someone on a more personal level.

Joey was kissing my neck when he stopped and looked at me like he’d just thought of something important. “Oh, hey! Congrats on that Dirk McKinley shoot! That was fucking insane, dude.”

I blushed a little. The scene was blowing up the porn world; Atticus was getting fantastic offers from lots of production companies and websites. He nearly tripled my fees, and they still wanted me. “Thanks, I guess. It turned out good, it seems.”

He gave me a bit of a sideways glance while he tried to judge my level of seriousness. Then he responded, “Good? It’s beyond good, it’s great. And that DP, after that, you are going to be super-rich here pretty soon. How was it working with Dirk and that anaconda he calls a cock?”

I giggled a little. “Those tears on screen? They were real. It hur-r-r-t! At least, at first, it did. They cut a lot out, of course. But he spent like ten minutes warming me up before he entered me, and it still hurt like a bitch. I quickly got used to it, though, and he did give me some incredible orgasms. But you wanna know something?”