Chapter 4 - Daniel

Lash out after lash out. I charge mercilessly over and over again, while in my mind I keep replaying the memory of what happened an hour before. Thinking about the softness, the warmth, the humidity, and the moans of that woman, makes it possible for me to dispense with the help of Clementine. Imagining that it is Harper who I fuck vehemently, makes me very happy. Leah moans and writhes with pleasure under me as I penetrate her from behind.

“Yes, like this. I love feeling your cock really deep.” the blonde gasps.

Oh my! How I like to be talked to dirty, but coming from who it comes from, it kills the mood on the spot. I have to make a superhuman effort to focus on my erection.

“The ten thousand dollars are worth it,” I repeat to myself once more. “Closer and closer to achieving it,” I reiterate my personal mantra.

“So?” I hiss, as I continue to thrust hard. “You're so tight.” My jaw tightens.

“Don't stop,” she whispers. “What a nice cock you have,” she continues speaking, sticking to the script.

I close my eyes tightly and try not to finish yet, but it's impossible. The image of Harper pops into my head and drags me to the brink of climax. Heavens! Those pink nipples, that little mouth running along the tip of my penis, that tight little pussy ready to please me... Damn! I can not take it anymore.

I pull out quickly of Leah's insides, and she jerks upright so I spill onto her face. She licks and licks her lips, while looking directly at the camera that is brought close to her face. She runs her hands where my semen has fallen and spreads it over her breasts. We keep touching for a few more seconds, until we hear the magic word.

“Cut!” Josh yells.

As soon as the cameraman stops filming, a very tall, dark woman appears out of nowhere, with a white bathrobe for Leah.

Ryan walks over to me and hands me a towel to wipe off the sweat, then slaps me on the shoulder.

“Very good,” he says urgently. “You managed to survive Leah Red,” he says almost in a whisper, a sly smile peeking across his lips. “Ten more scenes with her and you can forget about a few debts and take a well-deserved vacation.”

I look at him with the face of few friends.

“Ha ha,” he laughed reluctantly, “look how I laugh at your bad joke.” I let out a frustrated sigh. “One more scene with that woman and I swear to you I will blow my brains out.” I speak very softly to make sure that no one else, besides Ryan, hears me.

“Oh, come on! It's not that bad. She is…”

“She's beautiful, but I can't stand the way she is,” I interrupt.

Neither Leah nor I exchanged half a word. No more acting or pretending. We are not friends, we are just two people who have had hard sex in front of a lot of people, for a large sum of money, and for the healthy enjoyment of Brazzers subscribers.

Without wasting time I go to the bathroom. I need to take a warm shower to relax my muscles. At this point in the day, I am beginning to have soreness, due to the excessive physical activity that I have had.

Almost half an hour later, Ryan is waiting for me at the exit, to go to lunch and then take me to the dealership, where I will pick up my car.

“I called the interior designer and she said she wants to meet with you to finalize the décor details.” 

She wants to know if you want wood or metal for the doors,” says my friend.

“Metal is more functional and more durable,” I reply.

“Yes, but she says the wood gives it a more Asian touch, just as you wish.”

“Then let her use both, can't she?” I stare at the car's side rear-view mirror.

“The budget will increase.”

“I'll call her and schedule a meeting with her tomorrow,” I murmur. At one point in our conversation, I stop giving it the attention it deserves.

“Okay,” I hear him say. “Changing the subject. Josh told me he'll send the check tomorrow,” my assistant says after a while. “Payment for the last three scenes,” he continues. I just nod my head. “He asked me if you had anything scheduled for next week and I said no, so he wants you to record a trio with Cindy Star and Melina Black, do you want to?” I nod again. “She also told me about doing some scenes inspired by novels by a Venezuelan author. Her books have sold like hotcakes on A****n,” he continues. “If you accept, he would be sending you the script tonight.”

“Okay,” I whisper. I'm lost in my thoughts.

“He also told me that he's thinking of venturing into gay porn, and that he wants you to shoot a scene with a black man, who is almost six feet tall." I nod my head in the affirmative. I don't pay attention to what Ryan says. “It will be BDSM. He will be the dominate and you the submissive.”

“Agree. Okay,” I murmur, lost in my musings.

“Fuck! You woke up this morning wanting to come out of the closet or you're not paying attention to me.”

“Sounds good to me,” I murmur.

“Do you think it's OK?” I notice Ryan looking at me in confusion. However, I choose to ignore it. But what the fuck? “Daniel, are you hearing what I'm saying?”

I'm so entertained looking out the car window and thinking about Harper that I don't bother to turn around and look at my friend, I can't understand why I can't stop thinking about this woman. I just think about seeing her again and...

“DANIEL!” Ryan's yell made me jump.

“What's going on? Why are you yelling?” I whip around. A look of horror is reflected on my face.

“I'm talking to you and you're not listening to me.”

“If I'm...”

“What did I just say?”

“You were talking about…” I leave the sentence in the middle, since I have no idea what Ryan was talking about. “You told me that…”, I stammer.

“I was telling you that Josh wants you to record a threesome with...”

“I'm sorry, Ryan,” I cut him off. “Could we save whatever Josh wants for when he gets back from Canada? I need to tell you about something that happened to me this morning.” I shake my head hard, trying to clear my mind.

“I hear you,” he urges me, clutching his hands on the wheel and not taking his eyes off the road.

“I wasn't late today because of the subway breakdown.” I shake my head slightly. “Well, it was because of that,” I rephrase the sentence, “but that's not the whole truth. The truth is that I met a beautiful woman in the wagon. I noticed her from the moment she entered. She caught my attention and that...”

“Wow! A woman attracted to you at first sight. That's weird.” I hear a lot of sarcasm in Ryan's voice.

I can't help but laugh.

“The truth is that we ended up having sex and…”

“You're very crazy,” my assistant snaps. “One of these days you're going to catch a rare disease.”

“Don't say stupid things, you know very well that I always take care of myself. I enjoy sex, but in a safe way. Who do you take me for?”

“I take you for Daniel Ansdell, a man who can afford to have the woman he wants, when he wants, where he wants and how he wants.”

“Correction. Scarlet Johansson turned me down.”

“Only after she found out you work for the porn industry, and because her agent told her that getting involved with you would tarnish her image. If she didn't have a contract with Marvel, and therefore with Disney, I'm sure you would have added her to your list of conquests.” He shakes his head gently. “What's more, I highly doubt that nothing happened between you and she that night.”

“I would be the first man in the world who would not boast of having been with Johansson.”

“Maybe she forced you to sign a confidentiality agreement.”

“Isn't a single day of my life going to go by when someone close to me doesn't make a reference to those novels?” I roll my eye.

“What do you have against them? I like those novels.”

“That's because you're a bit gay.”

"Dolt," he snaps. “I'm not gay.”

I laugh again.

“Oh, come on! Not a bit?” I ask between laughs. That you are married does not mean that...

"Shut up," Ryan mutters. “Are you going to tell me about your casual fuck, yes or no?”

“What can I tell you?” I shrug. “Harper is...”

“Wow! Harper?” Ryan shoots me a quick sideways glance as he continues to drive. I understood that the exciting thing about dogging is not knowing the name of the person you are with.

“I would not define what happened as dogging, because we did it in a place where no one could see us, and I must confess that...” I run over the words, “what I felt when I touched her skin led me to a state of frenzy that...” unable to describe what happened in words. “I felt the imperative need to have her as soon as I saw her. She looked at me and something inside me stirred. Something very strange that...”

“Don't screw with me, Daniel, you're not telling me that you fell in love at first sight.”

“Fall in love? Me?” I frown. “Did you wake up today with the conviction of breaking the Guinness Record of saying the most stupid things in less than an hour?”

“Now you will tell me that you asked for her phone number and that you will call her to invite her to dinner and...”

“But what are you saying? I don't ask women for a phone number. They are the ones who ask me!”

“And did she ask you?” I perceive malice in my friend's question.

I narrow my eyes and glanced at him.

“No”, I answer. “But I know she was dying to do it.”

Ryan shakes his head indignantly. I shut up.

“If it weren't because you're my friend and because I love you, I'd punch you in the nose for being so arrogant.”

“Arrogant and wherever, you love me,” I tease and wink at him. Speaking of calling; I have to call my sister to tell her that I will be traveling next week.

“But did you really not hear me one bit? Josh wants you to shoot two scenes next week. Your sister's wedding isn't for another fifteen days.”

“Okay! You don't have to be so grumpy,” I mumble and shrug, as I take my cell phone out of my pants pocket and scroll through the list, looking for my sister's number.

“By the way, what are you doing on Sunday night?”

I shrug.

“So far I have no plans of any kind,” I reply.

“Great! Then I invite you to dinner at home. Maria will be very pleased that you go.”

“Okay! I'll go,” I say. “Oh hell!” I exclaim with a smile on my lips when I hear Iron Maiden's Fear of the dark start playing on the radio. This is music,” I add, turning the volume up a bit. Not the crap that the youth of this country listen to today.

I notice that Ryan smirks, as he supports my motion. We are both crazy addicts to good heavy metal, so when the song goes on for 1 minute and 40 seconds and the sound of the guitar explodes, we both start shaking our heads in time to the music.

♫ ♪ Have you run your fingers down the wall

And have you felt your neck skin crawl

When you're searching for the light?

Sometimes when you're scared to take a look

At the corner of the room

You've sensed that something's watching you ♫ ♪

Bruce Dickinson's voice is damn good, so it's easy for us to start chanting the song at the top of our lungs.

♫ ♪ Fear of the dark

Fear of the dark

I have a constant fear that something's always near

Fear of the dark

Fear of the dark

I have a phobia that someone's always there ♫ ♪

This is the kind of thing that makes me love my friend Ryan. The complicity between us, and the fact that he doesn't stop himself when it comes to doing crazy things like this with me. The music is very loud, and pedestrians frown at us as we sing and shake our heads as if we were at a concert.

“Oh hell!” My smile broadens as the Iron Maiden song ends and a unmistakable guitar riff begins to play along with the sound of a Hi-Hat, characteristic of AC/DC's Thunderstruck. “Turn up the volume,” I ask Ryan, yelling, as I go back to texting my sister. I decide to call her later, and enjoy the rocker time with my good friend.

“It already has all the volume,” he yells.

“Ohhh ohhhohhh”, we began to sing in unison, and shake our heads gently. Ryan taps the wheel lightly.

“What the hell?” I mumble, stopping singing on the spot. A forceful Thunder comes out of Ryan's mouth, while I frown and look at my cell phone screen in confusion.

I have many names of people that I do not know. I stop when I get to the letter "L" and see a contact named Little Monster.

My eyes widen when I remember something.

I never gave Harper the sim card back!