Thanks for the comments, fam. It took some years before I could even write that shit down. Now I laugh. That's some mad funny simp shit right there.
I've got one last SHORTER story to share. This is a lesson to women that don't think that men can be faithful. This is also a lesson to men: Choose Wisely. If you're gonna love hard, make sure that you give that devotion to the RIGHT woman. Ladies, we really ARE like dogs. In the best sense of the analogy, when we're devoted, we're devoted all the way.
Story #3: The Threesome.
When I moved out to Los Angeles, you couldn't tell me NOTHING. It was all about me and my girl. We moved out here from DC, and no matter what happened, we'd stick through shit because we were built like that.
It didn't take long from living in Cali for her to get self-conscious. She was a thick girl because that's how we liked them in D.C. Out here, however, in the land of small women and Adonis-like men, she started feeling fat - and let me know it at every opportunity. No matter how passionately I'd assure her that I wasn't going anywhere, and that those porn bitches and model hoes couldn't replace what I had at home, she'd listen in one ear and believe the doubts in her mind with the other.
I'll admit that it didn't help things when I started working in porno. We needed money and the dot.com crash made that good video game money dry up, and I'm a hustla that's got to feed his woman, and TEMP jobs weren't doing it.
I'm living in the San Fernando Valley, and I needed work - NOW - so yeah, that's when I fell into Jake Steed's Productions.
By the time I was into production, everybody that knew me, and talent that worked for me, *knew* that I was incorruptible. I had a woman that I loved at home, and no matter the contemptuous things I had to see or do, I knew that coming home to my lady made it worth it.
Hell, people thought I was on some holy married shit. I'd always just smile when an actress would flirt (because I seemed to be in charge of a shoot), throw up my shoulders, and say, "Nah...i'm good. I just love my girl. It ain't you...it's just me."
That's how I saw things anyway.
At one point, I was given free reign to shoot what I wanted. We needed content, and I was as good as anybody else.
I started shooting masturbation and girl/girl scenes to fill up the website, and once while shooting Freaks #29, Tianna (I think that was her name) had been giving me subtle and then not so subtle hints all day.
Yes, i wanted to fuck the hell out of this chick. I'm still a man. [Its the chick standing next to Promise].
But I passed her off, falling on my line like I was pushing away ole Satan with a tattered bible. Anyway, that's what i put into my head that "a real man" does.
For the better part of a week, we'd been chasing after a gorgeous 'untouched' stripper, who'd never done a porno and would always scoff at the idea. So, when I got the go to use her in an online-only girl/girl scene, I was - literally - jumping off the walls.
My boss felt that we needed one more element, so he called Baby Doll from freaks #8, long retired from freak, to come and do the scene with the two girls.
So now the scene was a THREE GIRL scene. Baby Doll was a stunner, fam, and the exact type of beauty that you'd want on your arm...
So I rent a hotel room at the Sheraton in Woodland Hills, and unbelievably, the production is ALL in my hands. I'm the camera man, I'm the producer, I'm the fucking director, and I have a three horny women in a secluded hotel room and my SERIOUS weakness for girl/girl situations.
And for the love of everything, that girl from Freaks 30 has been flirting with me all evening.
If you can find it online, the scene was HOT as far as I'm concerned. While the stripper was experiencing mixed feelings from her first time with a girl, the other two didn't have ANY qualms continuing after the camera stopped rolling.
Real talk: I'm a fucking tent pole at this point. The stripper goes into the bathroom to shower after the scene is over, but the other two are licking and sucking on the bed as if they didn't give a damn if I'm paying them or not.
I am a fuckin' TENT Pole.
But I love my girl.
Freaks #30 looks up from eating the other girl's pussy, looks at me with those gorgeous cat-like eyes and says, "why you so far away over there? We're not going to bite you."
I can't even remember what i said to that, if I said anything at all.
Baby Doll from freaks #8 says, "You can come over here."
I stammered something about the girl in the shower, and Baby Doll said, "What about her? I want YOU to come over here."
My nigga.
I somehow made the decision to walk outside, downstairs, to the parking lot, sit in my car at 12 in the morning, call my girl on the phone and wake her up in the middle of the night. I was babbling about how much I loved her and how I just wanted to sit there and talk until that damned tent pole went away.
I must've been in that cramped car for two hours.
When I got back upstairs to the room, the girls were already asleep, the stripper was dressed. I packed up the lights and the equipment, got their releases, and didn't say shit to anybody.
*******
My girlfriend cheated and dipped out to her Irish boyfriend, now husband, not too long after that. She met that dude on a chat board..
...probably when i was working.
Moral to this story? If two fine women EVER ask you to have a threesome in a hotel room...
YOU DO IT!
It's easier to apologize with flowers later than holding your dick with regret.
Remind me to tell y'all the story one day of
The Phone Number I Should've Kept. It's that cute sista on the bottom left of Freaks #30. That's a sad story, too. Let me tell you...