PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans (56 page)

“I promise.”

He looked at me like he knew I was lying. He told himself that he would just have to cover my eyes himself.

“I love you Jazzy.”

“I love you too,” I told him as he walked out of my dressing room.

*****

The ride to Lanell’s secret destination was short. My mind raced as I thought of what this game changer could be. My stomach did flips when the thought of him proposing to me ran across my mind. I loved him and all, but I wasn’t ready for that.

“Okay, Jasmine we’re almost there,” Lanell said as he helped me out of the car. With his help, I managed to get to whatever he was about to show me or tell me.

“Okay, enough if enough, I’m about to open my eyes,” I said frustrated with the wait. He begged me to give him another few minutes before finally allowing me to open them.

“Where am I?” I asked as I looked around the empty club.

“This is for us baby. I want to open this club and have you perform in it like you do at the Black Oasis.”

My mouth dropped open. I started to look around and took it all in, it was huge. It was just as big as the Black Oasis, or even bigger. I walked over to the stage, climbed the stairs and stood in the center of it.

“What do you mean this is for us?”

“Well, I figured that after your contract is up with Gina you would have made a real name for yourself out here. People would want to come to the club that A- you either perform at, or B- the club that Lust and Jezebel own, but to tell you the truth, I don’t care either way. You can own it and never perform here or you could be the main act. Just as long as I’m with you every day, I’ll be fine.”

Wow, that was a lot to take in, but still everything about what he was saying felt right. My love for him was right, Vegas was right, and now this place was right, too. I got off of the stage and walked over to him. I just stood there looking at him doing two things. I wondered how I had managed to find him in a world that was so full of dead souls. It wasn’t easy finding that one true person whose heart beat thumped to the same beat as yours, but there he was, the man that was meant to save me. And secondly, I stood there and thanked God that I had found him. Tears streamed down my face as I thanked him from the bottom of my heart.

“Wait, don’t thank me yet, you haven’t seen this yet.”

He took my hand and took me over to a door. Behind it was some big storage unit. I felt around for the switch on the wall and once he hit it, a sign that was as wide as the room lit up.

“That’s the name of the club,” he said as he stood behind me and kissed my neck.

“I’m gonna name it Jezebels.”

I started to really cry, and I’m not talking about that cute “oh, my god I’m so touched” cry. No, I let the ugly “oh, shit I can’t believe this is happening” cry out.

“Don’t fall apart on me now, I haven’t even asked you to come up to Santa Barbara with me tomorrow. It’s my parent’s anniversary and I want you to come, will you?”

I couldn’t stop what was happening. It was just… everything was just so right. I couldn’t help the tears, I couldn’t help my happiness. So with my eyes bloodshot red, my heart racing, and my knees buckling, I shook my head yes, because I was speechless.

Chapter 24
 

“It’s nice to finally meet you again Krave.”

Back in the nurse’s office I was trying to calm down and relax. I couldn’t believe I just helped frame someone. Who does that? What the hell did Jasmine get me involved in? I thought if I talked about something else it would ease my mind.

“Jazzy, are you feeling better now that you’re lying down?”

“Not really, but I just took some more pain pills so they should kick in soon.”

“Can I get you anything else to make you feel more comfortable?”

“Unless you can make my bathtub appear, with an already rolled up blunt in an ashtray on the side of the tub…then no.”

We both started to laugh before being interrupted by DeeDee charging in the nurse’s office like she was still hyped up and ready for round two. Mr. Cappello was right behind his mistress trying to calm her down. Jasmine and I watched on as Mr. Cappello reminded her that he was the boss and in charge, but in the sweetest, kindest way possible. It seemed like DeeDee understood and was actually smiling now instead of looking like the brown female version of the Incredible Hulk. Mr. Cappello smiled and waved at Jasmine and I before telling DeeDee he was heading up to his office to get his things so they could leave. Jasmine looked at me like she was worried. Great, just as I was starting to feel better my heart started beating faster again. I knew any second now Mr. Cappello was going to flip out. What I didn’t expect was for the sirens to go off, and Mr. Cappello yelling on the loud speaker that he was locking down the place, and that no one could leave. I started praying that no one saw what Jasmine and I did. I had no idea how I would explain myself. I jumped up ready to get this over with and to see what was going to happen. DeeDee and I helped Jasmine up, and made our way out to the warehouse. There were only forty people at work that day, so I knew Mr. Cappello wasn’t leaving until he found his money. He was a business man, and took pride in his company so I knew how much that money meant to him. Even though he had millions in the bank, he wasn’t going to allow someone to disrespect him, and steal his petty cash. I stood there, nervous as hell, as Mr. Cappello, Breeze, and the security guards walked over to us.

“LISTEN UP, I DON’T KNOW WHO THE FUCK WOULD BE CRAZY ENOUGH TO GO INTO MY OFFICE AND TAKE MONEY OUT OF THERE BUT IF YOU’RE STILL HERE THEN THAT MEANS THE MONEY IS HERE TOO. AND I WILL TEAR THIS PLACE APART BEFORE I LET ANY OF YOU GET AWAY WITH THIS.”

I knew it, he was going to have us there all night if need be. I had no idea why Breeze separated the men from the women until he explained that the men’s locker room was being searched first as everyone emptied their pockets. I guess they assumed only a man would have the balls to steal from them, so why waste time searching the women first. I probably looked like the thief, because I was shaking. I was getting antsy and wanted to say you’re wasting your time, search the women’s locker room, but as I looked at Jasmine, she mouthed “relax”. I knew I needed to just play along, and not fuck it up. Our lives, in a sense, were depending on it. Every time I would try and convince myself that everything was going to be okay, I would get scared and paranoid all over again. If Breeze and his dad had money to pay for an on-call nurse, on-call doctor, and four security guards, then I knew they had to have security cameras. How else were the security guards watching what went on at Fantasy Pictures, when ninety percent of the time they were in their office? The other ten percent was when they would walk by the set pretending like they were checking to see if everything was okay, but really just trying to get a peek of the hot action that was being filmed. I know at least two of them were on the down low, because I noticed how they always slowed down as they walked pass the gay shoots. Realizing all of this I started to get sick to my stomach. I almost threw up on the table as they looked to see if anyone had a lot of cash in front of them. Thankfully all I had on me was my wallet with three hundred dollars in it, my cell phone, and my car keys. After the table search, Breeze led us into the men’s locker room. I looked back at Jasmine like this is it, here we go. Inside the locker room I felt like we were in prison and Mr. Cappello was the warden.

“EVERYONE STAND IN FRONT OF YOUR LOCKER AND DON’T MOVE UNTIL WE ARE FINISHED SEARCHING ALL OF THEM. BEFORE WE START DOES ANYONE JUST WANT TO CONFESS NOW? IF YOU DO IT WILL SAVE US A LOT OF TIME, SO I PROMISE YOU I WON’T PRESS CHARGES!”

For a second I felt like a little bitch because I wanted to just confess, get everything off my chest, and get it over with. I felt so bad for betraying the man who had helped make my life what it had become, perfect; but I knew I couldn’t rat out my best friend. She never would’ve forgiven me. If they had me on tape, and played back the footage then that was a different story, but for that moment I just stood in front of my locker feeling scared but safe knowing nothing but my gym bag was in there. They searched the first few lockers and everything was going smoothly until Phill Driver, opened up his locker, started throwing everything out of it, while yelling in his strong Spanish accent.

“This is fucking crazy. Here search through all of my stuff already, I need to get out of here. I have things to do. First that crazy bitch ruins our film, and now I’m being held hostage over some missing money.”

The security guards ran over and grabbed him while Mr. Cappello started yelling.

“I DON’T GIVE A DAMN WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO, AND I KNOW YOU HEARD MY SON SAY DON’T OPEN YOUR LOCKER UNTIL WE TELL YOU TO. ARE YOU GUILTY AND TRYING TO MOVE THE MONEY, PHILL?”

“With all due respect, boss, you know I was on the set filming today. I was there the entire time. How would I have time to get up to your office, find out where you keep your money, put it in my locker, and get back to the set, and wait until all of this went down? Can you just check my stuff so I can be excused? I need to leave, or I’m going to be late for my part time job.”

Mr. Cappello looked him in his eyes for a minute, and it looked like he believed him because he finally responded.

“Search all of his stuff, and then I want one of you to escort him to his car. Make sure you check the car too, and if everything is clear let him go, and when you’re finished make sure you get back in here right away.”

I waited patiently because I knew my locker was next. I just wanted that day to be over with and know I was fully in the clear. Phill Driver was cleared and escorted out before Mr. Cappello and the other security guard approached me.

“Okay, Jamar, thanks for all you hard work earlier, and I know you don’t have anything to do with this, but I’m going to need you to open up your locker for me.”

He said as he patted me on the back.

“No problem, Mr. Cappello.”

Now I was really feeling guilty. If he did have me on tape in possession of his money, I was going to look and feel like the biggest asshole ever. I knew he’d feel betrayed and press charges on me for sure. My name would be ruined in the porn business forever. The security guards quickly searched my gym bag, and cleared my name. Mr. Cappello smiled and winked at me, I’m assuming he was relieved that the thief wasn’t one of his top money makers, but if he only knew. After searching the men’s locker room Mr. Cappello seemed like he was disappointed, but still on a mission. I thought I was able to leave now, but all of the men still had to wait until the rest of the place was searched. Breeze announced that they were ready to search the women’s locker room. I looked on wondering if Jasmine was just as nervous as I was. I knew it was only a matter of minutes before the money was located. I wished I could’ve followed them in there, or had been a fly on the wall because I knew the expression on Tanya’s face when they discovered the money in her locker would be priceless; a Kodak moment and I didn’t want to miss it. At least I knew I’d heard about it later from Jasmine and DeeDee. Once I heard Mr. Cappello yelling inside of the women’s locker room I moved closer, without making it too noticeable so I could hear what was going on. I was relieved when I realized he wasn’t yelling at Jasmine. I mean I knew he had to be screaming at Tanya, but my paranoia had me thinking somehow he found out Jasmine really stole the money, and that I was her accomplice. How would I have explained to him that I was only helping out a wounded friend who I loved dearly? If I could’ve taken her place, and let Tanya ram the dildo up my ass so none of this would’ve happened, I would have. Who knows, after taking Tyree’s huge dick on the regular I may have liked it, but poor Jasmine, no matter how relaxed she was her little pussy wasn’t prepared for all that dick, or should I say plastic? Inside the locker room I could hear Tanya crying and pleading that she didn’t do it, so when I turned to see if anyone else was hearing what I was hearing, I saw all of the men had moved closer to hear too. I felt better since I wasn’t the only nosey one inquiring about what was going on in there. At this point all of the men assumed Tanya was the guilty one, and that she was being terminated. When we heard Mr. Cappello tell everyone to head back out to the warehouse, we quickly moved away from the door and stood around like we didn’t know what was going on.