Aaron's POV

I came to the strip club the next day on a Saturday evening. It was good and entertaining while many tried to climb on me. Yet, I feel a familiar aura around me. It was familiar I can say, but who? The answers to my question lies in one if the spectators who pretends to be a paired couple with a boy who clearly looked gay.

How did they even allow a gay to come to a straight strip club? Was he by chance interested in best of both worlds?

But, my world stops when I recognise the beauty sitting on his lap, enjoying her drinks. She had a different facade than when she was with me that day, precisely last week. I couldn't help but bite my lips and approach them softly, without disturbing the view of other spectators around the elevated floor.

"Hey!" I raise my hand and get her attention. She was pleasantly shocked to see me as she hugs me tightly out of the blue. That was quite unexpected for me. She didn't come off as a type to hug a person she met the second time in her life. I shouldn't be carried away! I'm getting hard again!

"Hi!" She says against the loud erotic music.

"Who's he!?" I ask her, she says, "My boyfriend!"

Crack. I hear a crack in my heart.

Wait. What am I even thinking? I promised myself not to involve in love again. I can't go through that again.

Seeing the color drained from my face, she laughs and points to the man in a hot pink skirt and says, "He's my dumbass best friend! He's gay!"

"Can see that somehow!" I scan him up and down. He's dark skinned, almost tan and looked pretty much like a bottom. Wow, he is capable of questioning my sexuality somehow.

Suddenly, a jolt of courage surges through me as I grab her waist and pin her against my tall stature. Her shocked and flushed face makes me feel invincible. That is the reaction I expected.

The glitter held in our eyes was mutual, we wanted to fuck each other and our brains out. Without another word, she smiles and reaches out to my ear.

"We could use the bathroom cabins, they reek..." she whispers just because she wants to confuse me, "of sex."

But I heard that even through the loud music.

I give her a delightful smile, like I was a baby boy who's been said yes to buying his favorite toy. Grabbing her hand that was like a delicate rose petal, we rush ourselves into a cabin that was luckily free. The atmosphere around us was really encouraging as I hear couples banging each other on my left and right, even the one two left cabins away.

I couldn't help myself from bending down to capture her lips, but she turns her head away.

"It's out of the list." She says. "I understand." If there wasn't her lips available, a woman always has a second pair of lips juicily available.

Placing her on the closed toilet bowl, I was positive that this atmosphere was sex-encouraging and mixed with bathroom perfumes. Damn. They do keep this place clean as fuck.

The spaciousness allows me to go on my knees and begin exploring her other set of lips, the vertical lips. I bet she was surprised at the speed I realised she wasn't wearing any underwear below her mid length skirt. It looked as if she had planned such a thing with someone else. Maybe that twink she was with.

Beating around the bush was never my habit, so a long lick from her hole to the clit almost makes her choke me with her thick thighs.

"C-calm down, tiger." She says, making me snicker, "I bet no one ever tasted you before, sweetheart." I say and slither my hands on her chest. The way she encourages me to squeeze her chest and eat her out was telling me that she needed such sex.

Or me...

I shouldn't think too highly of myself, yet I can't help but think that way. She is enjoying this too much. It was as if we were... lovers. Mad, passionate lovers.

Spreading her legs further apart, I swallow her juices that she oozes on my face within a few countable minutes. Another record for both of us. Her shocked face gave it away.

"You're fucking good at this. How old are you again?" She asks as I try to take my condom out to give her another pleasurable night. While I was trying to rip the seal off, she holds my hand and shakes her head. Spreading her legs, holding them to her chest, she was looking at me and expecting an answer.

I get really close to her face, lining my tip to her entrance. She closes her eyes and I attach our foreheads together, entering her completely and softly.

"Aaron. Nice to meet you, I'm 19." I say and chuckle, making her chuckle along with me. She was surprised to hear my age, I can say.

"Jocastia. Nice to meet you too." What a unique name... that must be her middle name too.

And from then, our journey begins as fuck buddies.

"Ahem." Adjusting my spectacles, I pull down my skirt and rub my thighs together to feel the slick gliding down smoothly. My cheeks were all red and mouth glistening. He gave me the best of my night so far, I'm looking forward to more. He stuff his phone in his pocket and gives me one of the rarest boyish smiles I've seen and rushes off.

"See you later!" Blushing even harder when he kisses my cheek, I scoff and smile while he runs away. That makes me think.

He said he was nineteen. Does that make me a pedo? I don't think so, according to the laws of America at least. As I walk out of the bathroom cabin, my mind still foggy from the orgasm he gave me, I sit beside my best boy and bop my head along with him to Poker Face by Lady Gaga. One of the best party beats ever produced.

"So," my best friend turns towards me, a vodka shot in hand that he passes over to me, "Who's that sexiness?" He asks shamelessly. I wouldn't mind asking them to fuck each other's mind outs in my next shooting schedule. They'd be so, so famous after that. But somehow, my consciousness didn't allow me to let him Shar with anyone.

What was I thinking?

By the way he snaps his hips into mine tells me how trained and perfected he was in sex. That makes me kind of jealous, but I've had my fair share of things in life too. I must say I'm well experienced, too.

"Girl, you smell like cheese! You gotta stop that habit of yours even if you're infertile!" I lose my smile in an instant. "Not funny, asshole." I pat Charlie on his shoulder, smirking at him.

"Your mood's changing." He indicates, but I've already climbed on his thighs and straddled him.

"There's no escaping me now." I lick his ear, the only part of his body which doesn't have any traces of makeup.

"You're better on the stage than on me, lady. Go get it!" He says and pushes me away. Only then do I see a lot of men staring at me, expecting me to please them at least visually. I scoff. Dogs are dogs, men are men who sometimes can become dogs.

Hence, "Let me throw you some bones."

Stretching my tee till it tears it down to my waist, I appreciate my color choice today as I had a hot pink laced bra inside my lilac tee. My red lipstick really brought out the best of me. It boosted me with confidence that I needed for today.

"Argh!" As I walked to the stage, someone enacts to be the dog as I throw them the piece of my tee that ripped out. I begin dancing like no tomorrow. I was enjoying myself.

The beat changes to something even more erotic and fast paced and that's what i want. Setting the stage on fire was my hobby ever since I came to this field, but today was exceptionally good. Maybe because I was happy? Maybe I was willing to show off that I was happier than I ever was before?

Happier... than when my dad abandoned me when I was twelve...?

But it doesn't matter now. All I gave to the public comes back in the form of money. Chuckling, I get back to my sweet best friend who reaches out for my bosoms, all stacked with the notes in my bra.

"Now that's called give and take." He says, I wink at him and give him the money from my left bra cup.

"Here. That's for cheering on me."

"Don't make me look like a beggar here, gurl! I've got a lot more stunts to pull than you."

"But be careful not to get caught, you know. This is still a straight club."

"That's why," he removes his unusually yellow pigmented glasses and stares into my eyes, "I'd fuck you right here, right now to fit into this club's rules, Ravine."

"Hey, Aaron! Did you know this!?" My friend Jasmine was just released from her schedule today. She is a pornstar too, second to someone I admire. She and I never worked together but since we were from the same university and she was my senior who inspired me into this field, I respect her vastly. Jasmine holds a pamphlet in her hand and swings it on my face. Removing the bands of the camera strings from my hand, I hold onto the pamphlet to read it briefly.

"Contest for best porn short film? You wanna participate?" I ask innocently. If she wanted, I'd definitely lend a hand and direct her film. The limit as I read is ten minutes max, since it's a short film.

"No, you fool! It's for the directors entry! You can participate!" She yells in my ear with her shrill voice. Biting my lower lip, I smile and nod my head. Honestly, I behave like a small child in front of her. Maybe her superiority makes me want to surrender to her that way.

"Sure. Let me think of a script soon."

"Cool. Bye!" She kisses my cheek sweetly and leaves. Wow, I'm blushing again. "B-bye..." waving my hand, I see her leave. The actors for my next schedule arrive as I share the news with them. I'm pretty extroverted. Their opinions encouraged me to do this, because the cash price was attractive even for me.

"Fifty grand will require a lot of efforts, man. Seeing you, you'll win the rounds pretty much with ease. I say go for it." The male actor says, the female actor clinging onto his arm. They were, once upon a time, a couple. The man broke up with her because he loved her too much and refused to see her with any other man on camera. So they broke up. This is a very common thing around here, but that intrigues me is their vivid chemistry.

I chose them for their chemistry and nothing else. It was a miracle that I could get them on the set as a pair again. Well, miracles happen with me with a cost.

My producer friend had to bargain them, but I needed them no matter what. It's a business at the end of the day, hence, here we are. Reuniting the lost couple.

The shooting ends on a quite good note.

I was sitting on a chair, exhausted because I was standing with the heavy camera on my shoulder for a pretty long time. The female actress sneakily walks into my green room, a special room for the director alone. Alerted, I sit straight and look at her.

"I'd need some rest after the shoot, sweetie." I say to her, even though she was older than me.

"I came to make you rest, stupid." She says. I watch her close the door behind her. The cheeky smile suggesting me something. My chest feels fuzzy when she gets on her fours on the floor and starts crawling towards me.

Ahem. Her ex is right outside.

"I don't want anyone to know about this." She says, pressing her mid-range chest on my knees while she invades the space between my legs. Her dainty hands were pretty... but not as attractive as someone I know. She was full and final, like a doll. But somehow, artificial for my taste.

Yet, I'd accept the offer. Grab anything that's free. It's the rule of life for any man.

"What do you plan to do?" I ask her, placing the camera away and softly caressing her smooth cheek.

"Just a head." She says. "Fine with me." Giving her more access to myself, I spread my legs and relax back. To be honest, my shoulders hurt at this instant and I need a massage more than a head.

Watching as she skillfully gets rid of my garments, she dives right in at my semi-hard rod. Her lips were soft and warm. Her lipstick leaving trails on my skin at first. My breath was becoming tardy by the time she was bobbing her head on me.

She was skillful, as I said. She had a handful of movements to offer and I was enjoying all of her. I want to hold her head, but I'm afraid I'll explore a lot more than needed.

Seeing my hesitancy, she grabs my hand and places it on herself. Attagirl.

She shouldn't have done that.

Out of the blue, a spurt of energy surges through me as I begin thrusting my hips into her mouth. She was enjoying this, I could say.

Throwing my head back, I devour her sweet sounds that come from bobbing on my eight inches. I believe she can't take all of me, so I slow down to show consideration. I was tired myself, on top of that.

She gains her reign back on me, doing whatever she likes as I quietly accept. For some reason, it wasnt as exciting as when she was on. She never gave me an oral. Not once in the two times we had each other's tastes.

Fifteen minutes and I announce her that I was close. Caressing her hair, I look for signs where she wanted to see me nut on her face or chest. But she goes on. "I'm close. Fuck." Groaning, I release my load. Even after my announcements, she takes my load in her mouth... and swallows it.

"You didn't need to do that..." I say breathily. She was still bobbing and licking, to milk any leftover juices out of me. My body was flinching every time she licked my tip. The sensations made me feel ecstatic.

"I had to." She says, leaving me be and letting me put my garments back. She licks the side of her mouth and hums, something says me that I taste better than her ex. Well, that's a compliment to any man.

"I wanted to shoot with him one last time before my feelings faded. You can see me in love, but... I have to let him go for the best. And thanks to you, my last wish was fulfilled. Thank you, Aaron." She says. I gaze at her. I didn't know she wanted something like this.

Getting to my feet, I hold her face and kiss her sweetly.

"You're welcome, Daisy."