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Kane had the time of his life that night. There was one more amateur comic on after him, but he wasn’t very good. The crowd were disengaged from the stage and were looking to party. A DJ spun tunes for the rest of the evening.
Roxy was 100% right: bitches hit on him left, right and centre. She watched from afar, amused, already knowing he was hers. Despite his onstage performance, she was beginning to learn that Kane wasn’t an attention seeker, and while he was flattered with the amount of female attention he got after his performance (always good for the ego, right?), he looked a little flustered.
She wondered what might’ve happened tonight if she and Kane had never met. Baseline would’ve been a blowjob. Some anonymous skank would’ve dragged him to the girls’ bathroom, locked him in a stall, yanked his pants down, and sucked a load out of him. Or, if not there, in the alley out back. Fuck, if they’d never met prior, maybe Roxy would be here tonight, watching his performance. Maybe she’d be one of the chicks vying for his attention right now. Maybe she’d be the anonymous girl who dragged him to the bathroom, sucking and jerking his cock until it spewed on her hungry tongue.
“Hey, check him out,” said Jenna, pointing in Kane’s direction.
“I know,” Roxy grinned. “I’m having the best time watching him.”
“I was wondering whether you wanted to go over and save him.” She sipped her drink and raised her eyebrows, waiting for her bestie’s reply.
“Nah. He can handle himself. He looks so cute, almost like he’s never had so much attention from girls ever. See how he keeps taking his cap off and scratching his head? That’s so fucking rizz to me. He did that onstage a few times tonight at the start of his set.”
“At the start,” observed Jenna, “when he looked nervous, before he got into the story.”
“Yeah.” Roxy watched him being hit upon from all sides.
Moses felt so happy for his bro tonight, but his bladder was full. “Gonna take a piss,” he declared. He stood up from their table and walked towards the bathroom.
The girls had the table to themselves for a moment. Roxy turned to Jenna. “Babe, I don’t know what to do.”
“What do you mean?”
“Like, this morning, I was 100% gonna do porn again, but … I mean … it feels like I have a boyfriend now.”
Jenna was wrestling with the same set of concerns. “I’m worried about that too. I mean, I feel like I’m developing feelings for Moses.”
“Maybe things have changed since we left the industry,” mused Roxy, “but I don’t remember many chicks in porn who had steady boyfriends.”
“Me neither.” Jenna drained the rest of her drink. “My plan for tonight is to worry about it tomorrow. I’ll tell Moses in the morning.” She waved a waitress over and ordered two more beverages.
Roxy felt nervous for her friend. “Yeah, but what if you tell him you wanna do porn again and he’s opposed?”
Jenna was adamant. “I’m gonna do porn again, bitch.”
“Even if it means you lose him?”
She nodded. “If he doesn’t like it, hell yeah.” She cocked her head to one side for a moment, thinking. “Probably.”
Roxy felt very, very unsure. “I want both. I want to go back to porn, but at the same time, I wanna see where things go with Kane.” Their drinks arrived, and Roxy took a sip. “I don’t understand, babe. Like, you said you felt something for Moses, but you’d sacrifice it for porn?”
Jenna was honest. “I’d love to have both, too. I’d love to have a boyfriend that I could put roots down with, who also respected my career in adult entertainment. But an outcome like that doesn’t feel realistic, at least not right now. Everything’s a choice, and if I need to choose, it won’t be hard.”
Roxy didn’t reply. She wasn’t sure what to say; she wasn’t sure how she felt.
Jenna continued. “I’ve already quit porn once, and there’s no guarantee the industry’s gonna take me back anyway. I can only hope. Looks are fleeting, and in twenty years’ time I’m gonna be a saggy ass hoe that nobody wants to fuck. Not everyone can be Ginger Lynn, making a comeback in her fuckin’ fifties, so Imma have fun and make bank while I can. Like, there’s no post-porn career for us, you know. It’s not like ex-ball players who casually move into the media box. That kind of opportunity doesn’t exist for us. When it’s over for us, it’s over. So if going back to porn means I lose Moses, I’ll be sad, but bitch, I need to think about my finances and my future.”
Roxy understood, but it wasn’t quite that straightforward for her. “Yeah, I know, but …” She cut her thought short as a post-piss Moses strolled back towards their table. She wanted to respond to what her bestie had said, but now wasn’t the time. The rest of their important conversation would need to wait until later.
Roxy glanced across the room, finding her boy again. She watched as Martin, the evening’s MC, strolled over to Kane and reintroduced himself. Eager girls scattered to the four corners of the room. He handed Kane an envelope and shook his hand mecidiyeköy escort enthusiastically.
A stunned amateur comedian carried the envelope back to the table where his friends were drinking and chatting. He took a seat.
“Having a good time?” asked Roxy. She pushed her hair back behind her ears.
Kane couldn’t stop smiling. “Yeah, I mean, I think so. What about you?”
“Never better, boy. What’s in the envelope?”
Kane gazed around the room distractedly. His eyes were wide, drinking everything in. “Huh?”
“In your hand. The guy over there just gave it to you.”
Kane ripped the envelope open and pulled out the contents. A handwritten note, a business card, and some currency. He counted the bills. Two thousand bucks. Wide eyed, he held the cash up to his buddy. “What the fuck?”
“Well earned,” smiled Moses.
Eagerly, Kane read the note aloud. ‘You swear you’ve never done comedy before? You were so good tonight we didn’t believe you. While you were onstage, I had someone scouring the internet looking for clues, because hardly anyone is ever that good on debut. We’ve never had to do that before. We couldn’t find any hints of any prior performances, so at this stage, it looks like you’re a freak. We like to recognise and encourage talent when we see it. That was easily the best first-time performance I’ve seen in about five years, maybe even longer. See enclosed currency. I’ve also enclosed my card. Give me a call some time. If you want to do this again, we’ll get you back onstage, or maybe even on the road. Looking forward to hearing from you.’
Kane couldn’t make any sense of his life. A month ago, he was working a boring sales job to pay the rent. Life’s joy arrived in small ripples. Now, he appeared to be dating a sexy as fuck pornstar, and he’d just taken the first step towards the career of his dreams. Everything else felt crazy. This couldn’t possibly be real. His head spun.
And then Roxy leaned across, rested her hands in his lap, pulled him close, and kissed him deeply. A thin trickle of saliva connected their lips as Roxy began to pull away.
His eyes remained closed for a moment. For a second, everything else in the room faded away to echoes of nothing. All his senses were focused on her — the soft pressure of her sweet lips, the scent of her perfume, the feel of her hair brushing against his face and neck, and the warmth of her hands on his crotch.
He opened his eyes slowly.
It was real. Everything. All of it.
“You OK, boy?” she asked.
Kane merely nodded. He didn’t have any words left in him.
“Let’s get you home,” Roxy said.
Her beautiful freckles were mesmerising. “I don’t want to go home tonight.”
Roxy grinned, knowing exactly what he meant. “That’s the correct answer.”
Kane, suddenly flush with funds, settled their tab for the evening. Ten minutes later, they were in an uber on the way back to the girls’ condo. The evening was warm, and everyone was just a little bit drunk.
Jenna opened the apartment door. After congratulating Kane one last time on tonight’s performance, she bade them good night. She kissed Roxy on the lips. Their mouths relaxed, accepting each other’s tongues. Jenna playfully slapped her roomie on the tush before dragging Moses off to her room. “Nighty night, babe,” waved Roxy. She sat on the couch and looked towards Kane. “And then there were two,” she whispered.
Silently, Kane sat down next to her.
“You gonna do comedy again?”
“Yeah, I think so. I mean, I’d like to, and it sounds like the opportunity is there. Maybe the first time was a fluke.”
Rosy shook her head. “That was no fluke, boy. You looked so good up there.”
Kane appreciated her support. “I mean, I was nervous as hell when I first started, but I got in the zone faster than I thought.”
“I could tell. So could Jenna. We were both so worried for you early on. You were sweating so much you looked like you were gonna have a heart attack or something. I guess the lights were bright, too. But you shifted gears somehow, and by the end of your set, you looked like you owned the entire fucking room. You looked like you’d been doing standup since the fourth grade.”
He blushed. “Thanks. Tonight was a tryout, and the last thing I ever expected was for someone to give me an envelope with two thousand clams in it. That’s a massive payday for half an hour’s work.”
The hourly pay rate for top-dollar porn was equally ridiculous. “You made me laugh so hard tonight I peed a bit,” Roxy admitted.
Fuck, that’s hot, he thought.
She moved a little closer. “People reckon girls chase big dicks, fast cars and piles of money, but for me, a wicked sense of humour tops everything.”
She cupped his cheek and kissed him. “That’s good to know,” he said, “because you haven’t seen my car yet.”
“Is it Chinese?” Roxy asked, remembering Kane’s riff on dick sizes from earlier in the night.
“North Korean,” beşiktaş escort deadpanned Kane. “The wheels are square. It’s a smooth ride.” Roxy giggled, smiling at him.
They heard animalistic growls coming from Jenna’s room. Roxy knew, without a shadow of a doubt, which hole Moses’s cock was buried in.
Kane smiled. “I just remembered something weird. That time we first met, at Gramps, I was so fucking smitten with you I didn’t know what to say. When you asked what I did for work, I lied and said I was a standup comedian. It’s what I’ve always wanted to be. And then you were like ‘tell us a joke’ or whatever, and I had no idea what to say because it kinda doesn’t work like that for me. I’m not much of a ‘why did the chicken cross the road’ guy.”
“I saw how it works for you tonight,” whispered Roxy, “and I totally get it.”
More grunts and groans from Jenna’s room. “Is she gonna be OK?” joked Kane.
Roxy laughed. “She’s not the one I’m most worried about.” She brushed her red hair back over her ear. Their faces were almost painfully close. “You know what they’re doing in there, right?”
Kane gulped. He stared at her beautiful tattoo sleeve before gazing into her eyes. “Yeah. I mean, I think so.”
“You wanna do that to me?”
“Do we have a sheet of plastic we can put on the bed?”
Roxy pretended to be offended. “Oh, so you’re *that* fucking confident you’re gonna make me cum, is that it? Like, there’s no doubt about it in your mind at all?”
Kane backed off. “Wait, no, I mean … I was thinking about what happened last time … I was joking …”
“I know, boy. Everything’s cool.” She softly took his hand. “Come with me.” She led him to her bedroom. She opened the window, letting a cool evening breeze in. The only light came from the street below. She undressed him slowly and discovered his penis was already standing to attention. She cupped his balls in her warm palm. “You wanna undress me?”
Kane did his best. It was a clunky effort, but it warmed her heart. Not everything can be like it is in the movies, or even in porn. Eventually, they stood facing each other. His arms were wrapped around her naked waist while hers were looped behind his neck. They kissed some more. His dick pressed into her stomach.
Roxy put a towel down over her bedsheet. She led him to her bed, and they lay down beside each other. She ran her fingertips across his hairless half-Chinese chest before wrapping her tattooed arm around his abdomen. “How do you wanna do this?” Her eyes were wide, hungry for him.
“Huh?” Kane spluttered. She was meant to be the sex expert, right? “I don’t know what you mean.”
Roxy snuggled in a little closer. “Maybe I should rephrase that. Which hole do you want?”
“Oh my fucking god.” If his cock could’ve gotten any harder, it might’ve exploded. He worried about how long he’d last. Kane didn’t want to disappoint her, but at the same time, he already knew he would. His breath caught as she tickled his balls.
“It’s OK, boy. I already know what you want.” She smiled. “In my experience, all boys are the same. I mean, I haven’t asked very many boys that question before, but whenever I have, I’ve always gotten the exact same answer.” She bit her bottom lip. Her asshole was already tingling. “You don’t need to tell me, I already know. Anyway, it’s OK, it doesn’t matter, because I want the same thing.” She reached for the bottle of lube ever-present in the drawer of her bedside table. She flipped the plastic cap and poured some of the slippery liquid into her palm. Her hand disappeared between her thighs for a moment as she lubed herself up. “Normally I’d get you to do that, preferably with your tongue, but tonight, I just wanna get straight down to business.” Her eyes shone in the darkness. “You OK with that?”
Kane nodded like an excitable virgin.
“Climb on top,” she invited, and Kane’s dick found her sweet anal warmth. Roxy’s eyes closed as she coaxed his cock inside her. “Fuck, boy, you feel so good.” She grabbed his ass cheeks and gave each a squeeze. “I’m such an anal whore for you.” She came quietly as she gazed into his eyes. She didn’t squirt.
Kane nearly busted at her words. He thought about the terrible comedian who was on before him earlier tonight. It was the only way he could stop himself from exploding.
She opened her eyes and smiled at him. “Tell me a joke, funny guy.” Her asshole felt so warm to him, so inviting, so perfect in every way.
Of all the things Kane hoped he might have an opportunity to do in life, telling a cheesy one-liner to a pornstar while his dick was balls-deep in her stink wasn’t on the list. Not even close to it. “Why did the perv cross the road?”
“I dunno.” Roxy was already giggling a little bit, waiting for the punchline.
He looked so serious. “Because he couldn’t get his dick out of the chicken.”
It was the stupidest joke she’d ever heard in her life, and she tried so hard not to laugh, etiler escort but something about the way he told it and the situation they were in made it seem to her like the funniest thing in the world. As she laughed, her sphincter involuntarily flexed and contracted around Kane’s shaft.
Kane had no chance of survival. Not even memories of the terrible wannabe comedian could save him now. He exploded in her warm asshole, hot streaks of his semen flooding her bowels. As he looked down at her beautiful face wiping away sweet tears of laughter, he wondered whether he’d found his soulmate.
He rolled off, and they lay side by side on her mattress, breathing deeply. His countless sperm swam through Roxy’s digestive tract, not yet realising they were on a suicide mission.
“Sorry for making you nut so soon,” said Roxy, still giggling. “That was 100% my fault.”
“I nearly busted on the first stroke,” Kane confessed. “Your asshole is fire. It was a miracle I lasted as long as I did. If there’s such a thing as heaven, I think I went there, just now, just for a moment.”
These were some of the most beautiful, most perfect words anyone had ever said to Roxy. She stroked his face tenderly. She had to break her news, and she wasn’t sure how he’d take it. “I’ve got something I need to tell you.”
Kane’s nervous system was still pulsing with post-orgasmic bliss. He waited for her.
The moment of truth had arrived. “I think I’m gonna do porn again.”
Kane didn’t respond.
Her asshole was starting to leak. “So’s Jenna. We’ve basically decided together. I don’t know whether Moses knows yet or not. Maybe she’ll tell him tonight, or tomorrow morning.”
Still nothing from Kane. Roxy felt the need to keep talking, to continue explaining, just to fill the quiet space. The words tumbled out. “Like, it’s because … you remember how we mentioned we quit porn because we were led to believe anal was a no-go zone, and so we asked for ‘no anal’ clauses in our contracts, and when they said nuh-uh, we quit? Well, now that we know that anal isn’t any more sinful than any other form of unmarried sex, we’ve been sinning even when we thought we weren’t, so what fuckin’ difference does it make whether we take it in the pussy or the mouth on screen, but not the ass? I mean, it just doesn’t seem to matter anymore. We discussed it, and neither of us could ever give up sex, so I’m not sure where that leaves us in terms of Jesus, but like, we both loved doing porn so fucking much, and the only reason we quit in the first place was because we thought we couldn’t do anal anymore, so if that hadn’t happened, we’d still be doing porn right now, and it feels like we quit for reasons that weren’t real reasons, and like …”
Her generous chest rose and fell as Kane’s load slowly seeped out of her.
“… and I really like you, boy.” She propped herself up on one elbow and ran her hand over his black cropped hair. “I’ve had a ridiculous amount of sex in my short life, but I haven’t had very many boyfriends. It’s always felt to me like having a boyfriend is incompatible with working in porn. Even in high school, having a boyfriend felt incompatible with being a whore for the football team. It just didn’t work. There’s jealousy, there’s … like … fuck, whatever, there’s emotions, there’s rumours, there’s unspoken bullshit that festers, and … like, maybe this is why the only deep connection I’ve ever formed with another person is with the slut in the next room whose ass is currently full of Genesis dick …”
“It’s OK,” whispered Kane. She didn’t notice. She didn’t hear him. She was too wound up.
“… and I have total 100% trust in Jenna because I know she’ll never betray me, so, like, other than with her, I don’t really know what it feels like to have a connection with someone else …”
“I don’t know why you’re telling me all of this.”
” … but I really like you, and in some strange way I can’t explain, you made me feel really special tonight, and I’m not sure what’s happening right now, but I don’t want to fuck this up …”
Kane grabbed Roxy’s face and kissed her.
“I … I love you,” she whispered, staring into his eyes. Her eyelids fluttered, just for a moment.
Kane tenderly stroked her face and neck.
“I can’t remember ever saying that to anyone else before other than my parents and Jenna. I know I said it to you at the comedy club tonight, but … like … I wanted to say it again … just to underline that shit … because I mean it.”
His load slowly trickled out of her ass onto the towel. His battalions of sperm failed in their futile mission and were now slowly dying in vain.
“I love you too,” Kane replied. “I love everything about you.”
Roxy felt the need to loop back. “But you heard what I was talking about before, right?”
“Yeah.”
“About shooting more porn?”
“Yeah.”
“And … like … you’re cool with that?”
Kane was, but he wasn’t sure how to frame his reply. Something about this situation felt delicate. “I don’t know what you want me to say.” They heard traffic on the street. Jenna was still growling. “Sounds like Tarzan is ruining Jane’s asshole,” he observed. The contrast between the animalistic sex Jenna and Moses were having stood in stark contrast to the tender, yet complicated, post-anal moment he and Roxy were sharing.
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