Undercover Porn Star

It was my first night on the streets, I wore the perfect outfit that clearly portrayed a boss amongst these minions. 

       My shorts hugged my hips as the belt I wore captured my tiny waist.

“ Come on girl let’s stunt on em’ a little bit,” my friend said to me.

I humbly obliged, walking through the bar in my famous Beyonce stroll.

My hips switched and swayed as I licked my supple lips. 

“ Taste this!” my other girl said as she shoved a shot into my face.

I swallowed the pink concoction as my tongue licked up the drops that attempted to escape my lips.

“ Lovely, “ was all I could say, “ What is it?”

“The best wet pussy you will ever taste,” she winked at me. I let the shot flow down my throat silky and smoothly, “ If this is what pussy tastes like then I’m playing for the wrong team, “ I winked back at her. 

The sounds of Dance for you dripped from the speakers. My body couldn’t help but to move.  That naughty feeling I had tried to suppress  seeped out of my pours dripping down my perky breasts and landing in my moist mistress.

It was one of those nights when I wanted to give my mistress what she deserves. So I began toying with each one of the eyes and chiseled chins that looked my way. As the beat dropped  my hips and  breasts circulated into the most seductive dance that no man could resist. That’s when he made his move. Gliding across the floor as my web of lust reeled him in. The sly grin on his face told me he wanted to teach me a lesson and I felt like breaking all of the rules.

No words were spoken within the first minutes of meeting each other, but his hands caressing the nape of my lower back let me know that our conversation is going to be one filled with yes’s and stop please’s. His lips gently brushed against my ear as I felt his tongue swipe across my lobe. He exhaled slowly and said to me ,” I don’t want to let you go.”

“ Then don’t, “ I responded with a coy smile. 

My confirmation to his caressing increased his grip.

“ I won’t, “ He said, “ And I don’t ever plan to.”

I turned to face him. My tightly fitted shorts hugged each and every curve, the lace top I wore playfully danced against my pushed up breasts. As my mistress wetted like it were a river  trying to flow.

“ What’s on your mind, he asked.”

“ A movie,” I responded

“ O really what flick,”

“The one with your tongue drumming against my.....I’m sure you have dreamt the script before,” I looked back and winked.

“ Is that right?”

“ No, it’s very wrong, it’s like your the superhero bringing out my villain.”

“ Then why not let me save you?”

An irresistible smirk laced my face. I believe my mistress has developed a crush while my mind and body fell in love. It was a second of bliss. 

“ A hero ay?” I turned  around and grazed his ears with my pursed lips wet with lust and heated with seduction. I whispered,” Let’s see if you can save me.”

His loss of rhythm let me know that I had taken him a back. He became clumsy tripping over nothing, but my pure swag. 

So as any entertainer would do, I worked my hustle. I let my hips swirl, switch and dip. I rang him up and prepared him for his receipt of me. 

As his hand gripped my lower back tighter, his fingers slipped down the curve of my dimpled ass. He was falling into my beat and I did nothing but produce.

“ What are you doing tonight?” he asked. His warm and deep breathing went hand in hand with his stiffened manhood. “ I would do anything to have you,” he said.

“ Anything or everything?” I asked ever so innocently.

He kissed me on cheek and whispered into my ear, “I’d like to answer that question for the rest of our lives.”

The game changed, we were caught up in each other. I hadn’t realized that we danced through the latest series Dj Knife cut across the floor. 

My friends stared idly, their faces read, “ How does she do that shit?” 

I smiled to myself while mentally patting myself on the back. Those years of studying pimpology were paying off. 

“ Something tells me that you are trouble,” he whispered in my ear.

“ Trouble? Me?” I asked sheepishly, “ Nah I’m more like mischief, the one your mother warns you about.” 

“ Well my mother told me don’t fall in love on the first night, but sometimes momma doesn’t always know best.”

“ Well played,” I thought to myself.

“ Mmm ....Ok daddy, “ I whispered, with a slight quiver in my lower lips. He made me feel like the naughty school girl. All I wanted was a spanking for all the wrong doings I thought of doing to him.

“ Looks like your people are ready to go,”  he said as he looked into my eyes.

“ I guess so. Let me not be rude,” I guided his hands down my hips, around my ass and away from my body. I didn’t want him to have a sugar rush from caressing all of the sticky and wet sweetness that seeped through my outfit. 

“ Yea, save that rude ass for Mr. Nice guy, “ he winked and replied. 

“ I’ll save it, as long as you deposit generously,” I seductively replied.

He laughed, “ Let me walk you ladies to your car.”

As we walked through the city streets I felt his hand lightly brush mine, curious to see if I would hold it. But my pornstar didn’t want his hand it wanted something else. 

“Thanks for being a gentleman, “ I said and kissed him softly on his cheek, “ I’ll see you later,” I whispered into his ear. 

“ It would be my pleasure,” he replied. 

That night my Iphone glowed with his name.

“ When can I see you again? “ he asked. 

“ Mmm....” I started to respond, I wanted luxury. For this pornstar wasn’t a Jocelyn but a Pinky of the highest class. 

“ Let’s say the Chatté, at 3 can you book it?” I asked.

“ Done deal,” he responded.

The Chatté was the place known for acting out your deepest fantasies. No inhibitions, no judgements, just sex in every way you can and want to imagine. 

At 3am my LED lights shined through the parking lot. He waited patiently in his Benz. It was sleek, smooth, and sexy just as he was. The tint in his windows couldn't hide his anticipation. 

I slipped out of the car in my dark green trench coat and silky Prada scarf wrapped around my neck and head. As his gift I wanted to unwrap each knot and button at a time. I like making him wait.

As we entered the Chatté the hostess led us to our room. Just as I requested a long sleek pole stood in the middle waiting for me to grace it’s cylinder. 

“ Sit down,” I said as the lust floated off of my lips like smoke from a hookah.

He placed his blazer on the back of the chair, unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt and relaxed.

I pressed play, as Jill prepared him to be So Gone.

I gently began unbuttoning my coat. I played with each button as if it were his fingers toying with my nipples. Then I untied the knot that was at the nape of my neck, letting the Prada fall and sweep across the floor. He stared at my fingers as I licked and sucked on my index finger then my middle telling him that I wanted to fuck him.

With my coat and scarf laid across the floor I flipped onto the pole. Allowing my legs to split as I kept my eyes on him in my upside down position. As I glided down the pole I thought about the moment. 

I led him to a private place where no one could see my stripper tendencies and film the best Redtube video that could ever be made.

I let the lace from my black thong quiver around my hips as I danced around the pole. I clapped my ass applauding the night thus far. 

His hazel eyes glowed in the dimly lit room. I watched as I entranced him. I hypnotized his mind and let his imagination wander into all the fantasies he never thought he would play out. 

I was his red light special, giving him the green light to all the pleasures he would experience that night. 

I walked over to him, each stiletto in front of the other; dropped down and let my leg’s spread into a Lil’ Kim cover shot.

I swayed, dipped, and rotated my ass as I unloosed his buckle. I grasped his zipper and unzipped the wall standing between me and the pole I had waited to slide down the entire night. 

I placed my hand around his shaft and cupped my lips around the head that held his anticipation. As I opened my throat wider, I sucked his soul out of him. I was the grim reaper of his desires and he humbly paid his debt.

His grip on the nape of my neck got tighter and he let out a moan filled, “ Shit.”

I had him where I wanted him. Still stroking him with my hand I sat on his lap and straddled the chair as I rode him. 

His hands, callused from his hard work, felt like fire as he imprinted his fingertips into each one of my dimpled cheeks. His eyes never left mine, I watched him fall in love with me with ever vibration of my walls. 

Then I swirled around him as if I was making a candy cane of out of our two flavors of orgasmic tastes. I had him in my favorite position. He slapped my ass with one hand and held my lower back with the other. He knew just how to make me flood onto his vast land. As I bounced my ass I played with his twins, giving each attention so one wouldn’t get jealous of the other. 

Time was no longer a factor. I was a delicacy that had slow cooked his pleasures until we both were steaming, hot, and sticky. 

He gripped my ass tighter, tensed his legs and released. My job was done and my customer was exceptionally satisfied.

The next afternoon I came home to a package sitting on my steps. His name tagged the top of it with a note:

“ The make up bag, for the lipstick that stained my heart and kissed my head - J “

I opened the box to find my tip. A red leathered Louis. My trickin’ had gotten it, and he didn’t want to let go.