6 comments/ 20155 views/ 9 favorites The Inheritance Pt. 01 By: jreed1973 The Inheritance (Introduction) Most people nowadays are messed up mentally or emotionally in one way or another. You have the global economy, people losing their hard earned Dollar, Euro, Yen, or whatever, to the avalanche of corporate greed, causing them to take their frustrations out on themselves or their family. You have the those who are laid-off from a job they held for decades who now find it hard to even get a job at a local coffee shop, and the list of casualties go on and on. Then there are people like me, who have just been fucked up for years. I'm talking about emotionally. I'm not a rapist or pedophile, or murderer, just someone who by the hands of his own parents has been so morally corrupt; I just don't know how to live a normal life. Let me explain. Um, yeah, where to begin? Hmm. Now that I want to tell my story, it seems I don't know how to tell it. Fuck it, I'll just start from the beginning. In 1965 my father began publishing a porn magazine in Europe. Three years later, on a scouting trip for in Brazil, he met my mother. One year later I was born, four years after that, the small hardcore magazine became an international sensation. It was the first to feature in its pages, everything sexual; nothing left to the imagination. My parents became very, very wealthy from this and flaunted their wealth in a lavish, overindulgent, flamboyant, sex crazed lifestyle. It was in this arena that I grew up. Most things I won't even divulge unless in the presence of a professional that can prescribe drugs. When I became of age, I left home and moved from our families St. Tropez estate to the U.S. to pursue my education and to escape my overly permissive parents. Before I left home, I knelled before the Virgin Mary at St. Harold's Cathedral in ST. Tropez and swore I would never; live the life that my parents lived and sanely and voluntarily, took on a vowel of abstinence. No, I didn't become a Priest; I had just seen enough and experienced enough that scared me for the rest of my life. In college, I became engulfed in studies and graduated at the top of my class, which landed me a job at the Investment Bank, Goldman Sachs. During my time in school and in the work force I never spoke a word to my parents. I never forgave them, for all the things they exposed me to. Which I would later regret. Thirteen years later, both of my parents died in a car accident, and even though I harbored hatred and anger, I still felt a since of guilt for not making amends. During my younger years, my father taught me about the business of sex and, how to sell it, market it, publish it and distribute it. How to photograph it, how to produce it and how to film it, his dream, his goal, was for one day to have me take over the business. And now, his goal is being fulfilled. I hate porn. I despise the business that preys on those who have no other talent than to perform the most abhorrent sexual acts for money. So here's the deal. In order to inherit what my father has left me, which includes, multiple real-estate holdings from the French Riviera, to Copacabana, Brazil and a 450 million dollar trust, I and I alone must make his fledgling Porn Empire, rise again, pardon the pun. I have ten years to turn it into a multi-million dollar business or lose everything to a bunch of money hungry French Lawyers. Fuck is me! Dr. Laura Watson, PHD. 55 W. 5th Avenue, New York, NY. "So, how has your weekend?" Dr. Watson asks. "It was uneventful. I went out to a couple of clubs, got laid and high." "With Samanta?" "What do you mean?" "Did you have sex with Samanta?" "No, she's out of town for three weeks." "So, you had another affair?" "A fling. Affair denotes some type of relationship." "Says who?" "I don't know, people." "Have you told Samanta about the many women you have been with, when she is not around?" "I really don't think she would care." "How do you know?" "You do know that she is in Porn?" "Yes." "So why would she care?" "I don't know, you tell me." Samanta Brione, a Vietnamese/French born woman, literally saved my life of self destruction when my parent died. She grounded me, stabilized me, cared and still cares for me and loves me. But yet, I just can't see remaining faithful to a woman whose profession of choice is Porn, and not that soft, Cinemax after dark stuff either. So every time she is out on location making a movie or whatever, I just lose it. "She knows." "How do you know?" "I don't know, but she knows." "How long have you been coming here?" "Eleven years." "During which time you have made some very good strides in making your life better, and helping you is..." "Yeah, yeah I know." God I hated when she made me feel guilty. It was the same thing with my parents, she guilted me into forgiving them. "Why do you always do that?" "Do what?" "When you don't want to hear something, you cut me off." "Because I don't want to hear it." "Do you love Samanta?" "With all my heart." "So why don't you act like you do?" Dr. Watson looks at her watch. "Well times up. I will see you on Thursday." As I left the office, my phone began to vibrate in my pocket. I looked at the caller ID and it was Samanta. "Hello." "Bonjour Sebastian!" Hearing her voice, made me melt, even after all these months together, I never tiered of her French accent. My heart raced and pictures developed in my mind of her. I sighed lightly. And closed my eyes, "Hello." The Inheritance (Episode 1) Impanema Beach, 1976 My father and I sat on deserted section of Impanema Beach, marveling at the morning sites, the women who come here, before the tourist raid. Now that I think about it, I do have many nice memories of just my father and I bonding...maybe not nice, normal memories, considering that most of the time we spent together, he was scouting for models, using me as a magnet. Son of a bitch! "You see that one over there son?" he points to this woman emerging from the sea, like an Ocean Goddess, leaving her watery home to claim victory over the land. "That is the type of woman that men melt over." She was beautiful, stunning, and exotic and dripped with erotic sexual energy. I have to give my father credit for on thing, he knew how to pick women. As Goddess left her watery home, she walked on the hot sandy beach, running her hands through her hair, exposing her naked chest. The only thing the eye could see on her was a small patch of white that covered her womanhood, attached to a thin piece of string. Even twenty something years later, I can vividly see her in my mind. Aware of the gawking stares that my father and I gave, she glances over at us and smiles enticingly. She then lies on her blanket and offers her flesh to the sun god as a sacrifice. Before I knew it, my father was talking to her exchanging information, no doubt telling her about his business. One thing that my parents loved about Rio was the endless stream of beautiful women, women that would do just about anything, to escape the poverty that was so prevalent, which is one of the many reasons I despise porn so much. Goddess, the next day was at our estate in Copacabana, modeling for my father's camera. For eight hours, the first three, she was photographed in sexually suggestive poses, which in it self was beautiful. But my father's magazine was not known for beautiful images. Most people have pleasant childhood memories, of baking cookies, flying kites and being taught how to ride a bike. I have memories of orgies and being taught what the correct camera exposure is for a cum shot. My childhood wasn't a childhood, which is why those who know me are constantly telling me that I need to grow up and stop acting like a child. I may know how to make millions, but when it comes to the things that normal people enjoy and take for granted, I really don't think I can ever have. Yeah I may have a steady girlfriend, but what normal guy, has a porn starlet for a girlfriend? I know there are a lot of guys that dream of it, but in reality, it comes with a lot of baggage. The first thing that I knew about turning this business into a multi-million dollar operation, was that I need a group of people who thought like me when it came to making money, and who were ruthless when it came to business. First on my list was an old competitor of mine when I was with Goldman Sachs. Linda Hoffman, cost me and my firm over three years, three hundred million dollars, god knows how she did it, but all I knew was if she could steal that kind of money from some of the best investment bankers in world, then she could help me make this inherited business of mine, into a multi-million dollar operation. Beautiful, ruthless, cutthroat, and fowl mouthed, the king of girl that every guy dreams about. Her first task was to figure out how we can get a mostly European adult magazine, into the hands of the un-tapped American market. If you could find one of our magazines in the U.S., meant that that you would have to go into a shady peep-show store, and thumb through a bunch of back dated magazines. And then walk out and pray to god no one you knew saw you. The internet did bring about some recognition, although, most of the images up on the web, are there illegally. My father did many things right when it came to protecting intellectual property, he copy wrote everything. So to move in that direction, of the internet, I needed a lawyer who was not only good at law, but was good at threats and following through with those threats. Enter Charles Dunlap. Once apart of the wealthiest law firm in the world, litigated over three thousand cases, and even better, sued and won five thousand cases on copy rite infringement. Of course you can't run a million dollar operation without a good accountant, and I searched high and low for this guy. John Pine. When I found him, he was in a bar in the Florida Keys, drinking his life away. Brilliant in all aspects of business practices, was once the top accountant in the country. Nowadays no one would touch him, ever since the Enron thing. I figured if he could keep all their money together for that long of time, then he could do the same for me. The only thing, I had to set him up in France being that his license could not be restored here in the States. Wanda Harris, hasn't made a million dollars in the stock market, she hasn't be apart of any multi-million dollar business, but she is just as valuable as any other person apart of my bandits. Wanda is sort of my conscience. Even though I own and run a highly immoral business, she guides me away from things that...that are inhumane; like human trafficking, and things like that, which as one would expect can be apart of the daily operations of flesh business. No I tend to stay away from things like forced sex. I want all those employed by me, to do the degrading things that my publications are know for... willingly. Rounding up my ruthless band of business mercenaries was a personal assistant. Yes, I don't think that I could do anything without Janna Jane. And yes that is her real name and no she is not in the porn business. Janna knows too much about my personal life to be let go. She has been my assistant for the last ten years, and I have done a lot of dirt, for the tabloids and the Government to know, and she knows everything, even the stuff that could land me in Federal prison for a long time. The only reason that I am not there, is because she refuses to talk. God I love her! I have a meeting with Linda at Peter Luger's Steak house in Williamsburg to discuss the website. From the tone on the phone, I knew it would not be a fun meeting. When Linda get's upset, she curses way beyond the normal, and she rambles on about everything. "Fucking assholes!" "Who?" "Those fucking techies we hired to do the fucking website. They are all a bunch of fucking thieves." "Why do you say that?" "They want another fucking eight five thousand dollars." "For what?" "They need more people to do the scanning of the magazines." "That sounds legit tell John to pay them." "It's the fucking principle. You can't say you can do a job and in the middle of the job say that you need more money." "It happens all the time. Costs go up, price of material and so forth. We need to get this thing up soon, so pay them." "I still think they are bunch of fucking thieves." She looks up at the waiter and orders. "I will take the porter house medium and a bottle of Dom Perignon. Thank you." "Hungry?" "Fucking asshole." "Who are you cursing at now?" "My husband. Fucking asshole. He passed up a job, because it would take him away from Sara's Soccer practice." "That's good I think. For a parent wanting to spend time with their child." "Yeah, but Sara thinks he's a bit smothering. And she doesn't even like sports." "Why is she playing them?" "Because my husband wants her too." I look over Linda's shoulder and see my assistant standing at the Matre'D stand. I wave her over. "Who's that?" Linda asks me. "Janna." "Sebastian, do you know what today is?" "Umm, Wednesday." "You're an idiot." Janna sits next to Linda. "Did you even read the e-mails I sent you today?" "Yeah I have the print outs right here." "Okay, let me ask you again, did-you-read-them?" "I looked over them. Why? What's this about?" "What have you been planning for the last six months?" I shrug my shoulders. Janna shakes her head and looks angrily at Linda. "He's an idiot. You and I are supposed to be on a flight today at five o'clock heading toward St. Tropez, to spend time with your sister who is in the hospital ready to have a baby within the next few days. Now, if you miss that flight, and miss the opportunity to be with your own flesh and blood at a time when she need you the most, two things will happen. One I will quite and two you will be fucked." "You sure will because I can't deal with you without going through her. You're too forgetful."Linda says. "I have to go home to pack." "No you don't, I already packed for you, all you have to do is to get in the town car and sit back. Now do you want me to quite?" Even in first class, a ten hour flight is a ten hour flight. There is only but so much cheep wine one can drink. And the food is just horrible. "Why are you so quiet?" Janna asks. "I don't know. Why? If I don't tell you will you threaten to quite?" "You had to go there? Sebastian, I have known you for...too long of a period of time. I know what will get your attention." "So you make idle threats?" She looks at me. "I don't' make idle threats, Sebastian." "What's on the agenda?" "You're visiting your sister, you don't need an agenda. Oh and Samanta will meet us there." "You told Samanta? Why?" "This is a woman, the only woman that can help you and put up with you. Why do you insist on brushing her off? You are going to lose her, and you will regret it." She rest her head back "Like all the woman in your life, you take her for granted." "I do not." "Yes you do." "Do not." "Yes you do." "No..." "Sebastian shut up!" It has been fourteen years since I've last been home. And as the cab pulls up to the gates of our Estate, suppressed memories flood back. I told Laura to keep her phone on for the time that I would be away; god knows when I would need her. "This is where you grew up?" Janna asks as she marvels at the well landscaped grounds, and breathtaking views of the Mediterranean Sea. "Yeah." "Why would you want to leave all this, for Manhattan?" "You have no idea why." "Sebastian!" I look in the distant and see Marie, our family's house maid. She has been more than a house maid; I don't know why I called her that. "Sebastian, it so wonderful to see you!" she says running up to me giving me a long tight hug. "Marie. It is great to see you. This is my assistant, Janna. Janna Marie." "Pleasure." "Right this way. Alessandria told me you would be arriving, so I got your parents room ready for you to use. And your friend can stay in one of the guest rooms." "How many rooms does this place have?" Janna asks. "Twenty, I think." I stood at the door of my parent's room, for a few minutes before I entered. Flashbacks of my mother fucking on the very bed I would be sleeping on were as real as anything. The event that prompted me to leave so abruptly was my mother sandwiched between two men, while my father ran an 8mm camera. I stood there fuming as I watched these two strangers use my beautiful mother. The anger still resonates today. "So this is where you will be staying?" Janna asks, walking in. "Yeah." She walks over to the mantle that has a 16x20 image of my mother on it. Janna looks up and sighs. "Is that you mother?" "Yes." "She was beautiful Sebastian! What ethnicity was she?" "She was Brazilian, mixed with something else, I don't know." "Damn! I have never seen anyone like her." "Well, come on lets head over to the hospital. I haven't seen AJ in thirteen years. She was four when I left." "She's only seventeen?" "Yeah. You don't know how we were raised." "What is that supposed to mean?" "Nothing. You don't have to go." "Okay. I'll stay here and get some sun." "Enjoy." I had mixed feelings about seeing my sister. Don't know why. I stopped at the gift shop and picked up a dozen roses and took the elevator to the maternity ward. As I got closer to the room, my nerves were so intense I wanted to throw up. I stood in front of room 255 for about ten seconds before I entered. And then I walked in and saw an almost spitting image of my mother. "Sebastian." She says and holds out her hand. "Hey AJ." "You are the only one that has ever called me that." "Sorry." "No, it's okay." "So how are things?" "Other than the fact that I have an eight pound tumor in me, not bad." "Tumor?" "I'm just joking." I took a seat in a chair by her bed and sighed. "Listen, AJ, I...I am sorry for not keeping in touch all these years." "You don't have to be sorry." I glanced at her left hand and noticed a ring. "You're engaged?" "Yes, to the father." "You are so young." "I need some stability Sebastian." "I understand. So who is he?" "You're not going to like him." "Please don't tell me he is porn." "No, no. Worse." "What can be worse than that?" "He's a lawyer." "Okay, that's fine. As long as he treats you good." "He does." "Does he know about mom and dad?" "I haven't told him everything, but he knows enough." Alessandria looks over my shoulder and smiles. "Marcella." She says. I turn and come face to face with another piece of my past. My god she is still beautiful after all these years. Marcella Bond. She and I have known each other since child hood. I was eight, she was four. My mother and I were on the beach in Brazil, when I noticed this little blond haired blue eyed girl crying. I walked over and asked why was she crying? Her mother left her, on purpose at the beach. Well to make a long story short, my parents ended up taking her in and she became my first girl friend. I will only say that we were very young lovers. Too young. But we, I think loved each other. "Sebastian." She says coldly. I stand up and walk over to her and try to give her hug. She just walks past me. "I'm glad everything is alright with you Alessandria." She sits in the seat by the bed and crosses her legs. "So when did you get in?" "Today. A few hours ago." "How long do you plan on sticking around?" "A few weeks." She grunts and rolls her eyes at me. I don't blame her. When I left all those years ago, I left behind a lot of things and people that I now know loved me. The Inheritance Pt. 01 A nurse comes in and tells AJ that she will have to get some routine checkups. She is then wheeled out, which left a room filled with thick animosity. I close my eyes and sigh. "Marcella." "Why? You couldn't say goodbye. You couldn't call me over the years to see how I was doing? I spent my entire fucking life with you up to that point. I thought I meant something to you. I thought you loved me. I thought I loved you." "I'm sorry. That's all I can say. For the next few hours, Marcella and I, made amends and caught up on things. She was still one of the most beautiful women I know. Being from Brazil, Rio, she worshiped the sun, which gave her this very dark complexion that contrasted her blue eyes and golden blond hair. Staring into her eyes loosing myself, I recall many nice things about my life. "Why are looking at me like that Sebastian?" "For the last ten plus years...I have chosen to block out many things in my past. Looking at you brings back memories that I have forgotten. Good memories." Later that day, Marcella and I headed back to my place, and made some more pleasant memories. It was a strange thing for me to be making love on my parent's bed, I don't know, but I could have sworn I could feel them watching us. Seeing Marcella disrobe in front of me was an amazing. She slowly took off her top, and then her bra, revealing that oh so wonderful tan line of hers. God that turned me on, I could not contain my passion any longer; I rushed over to her and began kissing her neck, pulling on her long blond hair. She breaks away from me and unzips her mini skirt and lays on the bed legs spread, waiting for me. Within ten seconds it seemed I was naked and on top of her, thrusting in and out. Three weeks without sex, god, I had forgotten that quick how wonderful a woman felt. I often think, how on god's green earth did I go thirteen years celibate. I put her dark smooth legs over my shoulder and push deep in her. I could feel her hands clutching my bare ass. In the heat of out passion, I tightly grip her hair and look into her blue eyes. She looks back with a weak seductive grin. My first act of anal sex was with her, I was...well young and she was...younger. But from then on, anal was apart of nightly sexual routine. From what I can recall, she rather enjoyed it. I pull out of her wet pussy, and look at her. She runs her hands up my back and grabs my hair. I then enter her ass. She closes her eyes and lets out a soft moan and scratches my neck with her well manicured nails. I spread her legs wide and pound her beautiful rear. Within minutes I could feel myself coming. I pull out and hold my cock with my right hand and move quickly to her mouth. She leans forward and waits for my load. On feeling her warm breath, I explode in her mouth. When I'm done, I fall to the left of her on the bed. She immediately jumps on top of me, and puts my withering cock in her, and rides me wild. Sam never fucked me this wild, and Sam fucked wild. Marcella began bouncing up and down on me, grinding into my thighs, savoring every sexual move. She pulls off me and straddles my face. She spreads her labia as her thighs hovered inches above my mouth. I lean up and enter her cunt with my tongue, licking her inner walls. She lowers herself on my face and begins grinding. She tasted wonderful. As she began to buck on my face, I could feel her squirting in my mouth. She was never the type of woman that screamed when she came, but rather she moaned and fucked harder, which she was doing. When my mouth was filled, and she was finished she fell back. Mouth full of cum and saliva, I mover forward and kiss her. Our faces and neck covered in fluids. I give her a long French kiss and then collapse on her side. "I haven't been fucked like that in years. I haven't fucked like that in years." She turns and smiles at me. On the night stand her phone vibrates. She takes a deep breath and moves over. "Yes." She answers. "Okay. I am at the Lebar's estate. I will see you then. Love you." "Who was that?" She sighs and moves off the bed and walks to the door of the bathroom and stops. She turns and looks at me. "My husband." The Inheritance (Episode 3) I don't know why, but I felt really heart broken to know that Marcella was married. I think it was more of an ego crush than anything, when I think about it. I mean, I was her first, love, we both lost our virginity to each other, we had some very wild times together...I don't know. Do I still love her? Not really. Am I angered that she had the audacity to move on in life? Yeah I think that is more the reason. To get my mind off her and back on to business, I am now sitting in a room that archives most of the super eight movies that my father shot. The first one I began to watch, is of my mother in the back seat of a car getting fucked by two men. No doubt, my father was the one running the camera and directing the actors. It is in French, and my French is extremely rusty, but from the context I can make out what is being said. I don't think that anyone watching would care what language it's in because the scene in it self is very hot. I really have t give it to my parents, they knew how to make a porno. I had an idea, on how to make money with the website, if and when it ever got up and placed a call to Linda. "Do you know what time it is?" Linda says. I had forgot that we are seven hours ahead of the east coast. "Ah, no." "What do you want? And where the hell are you? Are you having sex?" "I am at my families estate and no I am not having sex, that is my mother fucking on the video. Listen, I need to know, who the biggest porn star on the web is, and I need to see if we can sign her. I'm thinking that we can use whoever it is to draw customers to us." "Is that it? Can I get back to sleep now?" "Yeah, can you have the information by noon your time?" "Yes, good bye." I went back to watching the video of Olivia now fucking the two men in a bed room. I am looking at the way these men are having sex with her. Yes it's hard, yes it's porn, but it's almost as if, these men are in love with her, they way the look at her and kiss on her. You just don't see that anymore. Anyway, I needed to figure a way to transfer theses super 8 movies to a digital format. I also had the daunting task of finding new talent. My visit to France was a dual purpose one, to visit my sister and to meet up with a few producers and directors. Porn in the US is much different from porn in Europe. Some say that the US market tends to be a bit more nasty and dirty, when it comes to showing things, but in my opinion, Europe takes the cake. I don't know if it's the many exotic locations or the exotic women here, or even the willingness of the girls to do things, that are just...Pornographic, but there is a difference. When in Europe, if the words Hardcore and Porn came up, pardon the pun, one name popped into the minds of people, Jacques, my father. Now that he dead, the industry has been taken over by many new directors and producers, trying to fill his shoes. But no one seems to have the same charismatic personality as he, nor does anyone have a stable of beautiful exotic and erotic women. Well, there is one man. In the entertainment industry, there are certain performers that can be identified by just a name. Prince, Madonna, Dolly, when you hear those names you think of music. Spielberg, you think of movies. Grisham legal thrillers. In the wide world of porn, one name stands out among the rest as being perverted and the best, Pierre. He just goes by the name Pierre. I know he has a last name, but I really don't give a fuck what it is. He can gives us a head, pardon the pun again, in the US market because he has what people want to see. Pierre, it seems has a knack for getting innocent looking and inexperienced women to do things that they would never ever consider. I believe the term is, turning them out. I had an appointment with Pierre at his studio in Marseille this after noon. I honestly did not know what to expect when I met him, he is somewhat of a mystery to many. But when I met him, I was shock. Standing before me, was a middle aged man, balding, not that great of body, and really bad teeth. This can't be the god of porn I thought. "Hello, I am here to see Pierre, my name is Sebastian." "Ahh, Sebastian pleasure to meet you. I am Pierre." What the FUCK! I thought. This guy I guess is the prime example of looks don't mean a goddamn thing when it comes to getting women. "Please come in." We walked into his house that doubled as a studio. I was familiar with the lights and the set up that was around when he showed me in. We walked to the back yard of his place and sat by a pool with five naked, and what had to be the most beautiful women I had seen in long time. They all turned their attention to us when we sat. "Would you like something to drink?" He asks. "No thank you." "So you want to hire Pierre. What can Pierre do for you?" "Well, I need hardcore content to fill a website. Exclusive, hardcore content. And I am told that you are the man to see." "Yes Pierre is what you call the man. Pierre can provide for you anything that you would like, for a fee of course." "Oh of course." "Do you have a distributor in the US?" "The US for Pierre, is something of a wish. Pierre does not have a distributor." "Well, how about this. In exchange for content, exclusive first rights content, my company provides you with an outlet in the US. We're talking about, stores, website exposure, promotional appearances etc." "Pierre has those things now. What Pierre needs is to be famous in the US. If you can make Pierre famous in the US, Pierre will agree to providing your company with exclusive content." A few things ran through my mind while in this meeting. One was, why the fuck does this guy keep referring to himself in the third person, and how the fuck will I be able to make this guy famous? "When you say famous, what exactly do you mean?" "Pierre wants to be known in the US as the best director in the adult industry." "Recognition?" "That is what Pierre means." "I think I can do that for you." "If you can do that for Pierre, than Pierre will be on your side." When I got back to the estate, Sam was there waiting for me, naked in bed. My relationship with Sam was fuck and talk. It seems that I can get a lot off my chest if I relieve stress first. It seems to work, because most times when I have to make a decision, sex clears my mind and I am able to be objective. The decision I needed to make was whether to hire this bizarre Frenchman. I needed to feel comfortable with the decision. I needed to know I was making the right decision, and like with all decision I have made in the past, my Samanta has helped me. "Fuck." I sighed as I came. Our bodies covered in sweat from the constant grinding and rubbing against each other. When Sam and I get together after being apart for an extended period of time, we have some of the hottest most perverted sex there is. One time it was with three other woman. Another with two other men. I think I was beginning to slowly turn into my father, because I began to enjoy seeing other men fuck the woman I loved. It did something to me, it unleashed something. I ran man hand up Sam's chest as she rocked back and forth on me. She had just three month ago, got a boob job. It was a nice one. Nothing too excessive, just enough for them to be perky. I told her she didn't needed, but it was something that she wanted. Her rocking motion on me becomes harder and deliberate. She pushes herself deeper into my thighs and moans softly. Sam during real sex, that's what I call it when we are together, is never verbal. During her movies, she is loud and vulgar, but that is all a front for her fans and for the camera. But one thing that remains the same off camera as it is on, is her perversions. God I love when she gets in these ultra perverted moods, the sex is amazing. Tonight though, the perversion level is at a three. The sex is hot and satisfying, but not at the level that sometimes we hit. Falling onto my chest, she whispers in my ear, "Sebastian mi amure." I run my hand down her smooth back and cup her small ass. "I love you too Samanta." "You need to talk?" "Why do you think I need to talk?" She leans up and grins at me. She runs he hands over my face. "I know my Sebastian. When you have something on your mind, you don't fuck well. So what is it?" "This guy that I am thinking about hiring...he's strange." "What is his name?" "Pierre." "Oh I know Pierre, and he is a bit strange. But I think he would do wonders for you and the company." I smiled and kissed her chest. "That's what I needed to hear." "I am always glad to be of help to my Sebastian." Three months ago "Sebastian, in order for this company to go somewhere, we need this deal to go through." Linda tells me. The deal that she is talking about is my companies IPO. The initial public offering. Being that we are a new company, meant that we had to go before the chairman of the Nadaq. It was pretty much up to him, whether or not the public would know about us. I was far away from my goal with the company, but I had enough capital to put us up for the pubic to buy shares. I had the experience in running a major company. I had the board, that has the know how. All we needed now was a vote of confidence. It was nothing new for an adult entertainment company to be put up on the stock exchange, Playboy did, Penthouse etc, but our company would be the first that specializes in hardcore adult entertainment, and that was a concern. Questions like, who would we target to buy shares. How much would our shares go for. The later was the most important, and that would be up to the Chairman of the Nasdaq. I had a meeting with him to discuss the deal and to tell him about the history of the company. He seemed very straight laced, he was very respected in the world of business, but like so many businessman, he too had a dark side. He showed a lot of interest in our product, and needed to be convinced that what we pushed was of the highest quality. So I set him up on a date with the hottest woman in porn...Katina, my Samanta. Luis Malone it turned out was the biggest womanizer there was, even bigger than my father. He was married for forty years, had three sons and was a billionaire, and very powerful in the business world. He wined and dinned Sam and by the next day, my company was scheduled for an ipo of forty five dollars a share, and he recommended that we have a five star ratings from Moody's. "Damn Sam. What did you do to the man?" I asked. "He was pleased that you sent a French woman to him. He liked when I spoke French, he liked my accent. He wanted me to fuck him like I fuck men in the movies, so I did. For five hours. He asked me to be his mistress. He offered me money and told me that I would not have to porn any more if I agreed." "And what did you say?" She walks over to me and hugs me. Then she looks up to me. "I told him that I liked porn and that I love you. I told him that if he makes you a good deal, I would be his mistress." "Sam, you didn't have to do that." "I know Sebastian, but I wanted to." ____________________ Two days later, my sister had a baby girl. She was beautiful. I had never seen anything so beautiful. She named her Olivia Maria, after our mother, not a good sign, but I didn't protest. I eventually meet her fiance, Jacquard. He seemed to be a nice guy despite being a French lawyer. We spent some time together, getting to know each other and I think that we may eventually become pretty good friends. _________________ "Are you coming back to the States with us?" I asked Samanta who was sunbathing naked in the yard. "I have obligations here, in France. I will be back in New York soon." "Movies?" "Oui. You will miss me?" "Always." She leans up and gives me a long, soft passionate kiss. "Get a room." Janna says walking over to us. With her is my sister. "Shouldn't you be in bed, resting?" "I'd been on my back for a week, I'm tired of resting." "When is our flight?" I ask Janna. "It is at nine tonight." _______________________ "So how did you enjoy France?" I asked Janna on our return flight. "Wonderful. I just can't believe that you lived at that place. And you want to sell it?" "I am having second thoughts. I mean, it is my families heritage. It may be a perverted and obscene heritage, but it is mine and my sisters." "When are you going back to visit?" "In a few weeks. I told AJ that I would spend more time with her. Plus I think that a lot of what I have to do, getting this company back into shape, needs to be done in France." "Well, you are going to need help. I'll volunteer." "I just knew you would." _______________________ "I have some really, really, really good news, and I have some really, really, really, really bad news. What do you want to hear first?" Linda says at our weekly lunch meeting. We chose a different restaurant this week for some reason, don't know why. But from the menu it appears they have some good food. Sighing I fold my hands on the table and lean back in my chair. "Start with the good news." "Well, I was able to find out the hottest porn star on the web. It was kind of difficult, sifting through the hits and the actual numbers, but I got it." "Who?" Linda smiles at me and takes a deep breath, "Samanta is the first." "My Samanta?" "Your Samanta. Except she goes by her porn name 'Katina'. And there is a another, except, I was not able to find out who this woman is." "Name?" "Olivia Del Rossi." "She is the second largest hit on the net?" "Yes, we need to get in contact with her." "No need." "Why?" "I know her." "Well this is great, who is she and can we sign her." "She is my mother." "Oh you've got to be fucking me? Sebastian this is great. I mean we have the two biggest women in porn, right here. Can you get Sam to sign with us?" "She is signed with another company, but I will ask." "And your mother?" "When I was back home, I briefly sifted through some films featuring her. There is a lot." "That's great." "Maybe but when have to transfer all of them into a digital format so that we can post them to the site." "How many are there?" "A lot. From the dates on them, my mother was working up till her death." "How old was she?" "Early fifties. But she looked good." "Obviously." "What's the bad news? "There is a law now, that prohibits anyone from posting picture of naked models if they do not have proper documentation stating that they are of age." "Please tell me, my father documented all those models?" "I'm sorry Sebastian, but for the first twenty years, we have no documentation. From the late eighties on we have, but anything earlier than 88' nothing." "So we can't post any pictures, any magazines from our early archives?" "Correct." "No way to get around it?" "Not here in the US. In Europe yes, but here, nothing that we can do." "Fuck man. This sucks. People love the earlier stuff. Did we search?" "Here at the headquarters, but it could be something over in France." "Fuck. I'm going to have to search, we need that early stuff. Can anything else go wrong?" I got up and walked to the rest room to throw some water on my face. As I was leaving, a woman who worked there at the restaurant approached me. She was very pretty. A tall African American woman with long straight hair, and a beautiful skin complexion. "You don't remember me? Do you?" She said. From her tone, it appears she thinks that I did something wrong. The Inheritance Pt. 01 "I'm sorry." "Club 21, two years ago." "I haven't been to a club in years." "Yeah two years ago. Let me refresh your mind, we fucked in the bathroom stall." Oh shit! Club 21 two years ago I was board one night and headed to a club with a friend from Goldmans. The place was wild, filled with booze, loud music and sexy women. Across the room, was this girl, the one standing before me now, and she was hot. She wore this white silk, gown that barely covered her body. Damn she was hot. We made eye contact through out the night and I could tell she wanted to say something, but she was with a guy, who hung on to her like a kid and his favorite blanket. She walked to the bathroom and looked back at me, almost telling me to follow her with the look. So I did. With every stride of her walk, that tiny dress hiked up her ass, exposing her naked bottom. When she got to the door of the woman's room, she stopped and looked at me. I followed her in and we ended up in a handicap stall. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist, and we began kissing. I pulled her dress of her shoulders revealing her perfect breasts. I broke from the kiss and sucked on them. "Do you have a condom?" She asks. "No. I wasn't expecting to fuck anyone tonight." She lowered her legs and slide the dress off her. She then unbuckled my pants and slid them off. She took my rock hard cock, and slid it in her and wrapped her legs around me again. It was exciting, but I really couldn't enjoy it, being that we were in a public rest room, so I finished quick. When I felt myself coming, I pulled out her and pushed her to the floor and came in her mouth. "Give a kiss to your boy friend." That was the last time I saw her. She stood in front of me almost in tears shaking her head. "One dumb act, ruined my life." "What are you talking about?" "That guy I was with was my fiance. A week before we got married I told him about that indecent and he called off the wedding. And nine moths after that, I gave birth to a girl." "And you think it's mine?" "Fuck. I know it's yours." She says pulling out a picture from her wallet. The girl was only a year old, but damn, there was no doubt, she looked like me. "I have been searching for you for a year now. I was in my third year in college. I had to drop out because, I needed to support a child. You know how hard it is to support a baby? I am working three jobs just to get by. Three fucking jobs. I have no time to go back and get my degree. You ruined my life." "Excuse me, but it takes two to screw, and from what I remember, you sort of invited me." "Fuck you motherfucker. You have a daughter and you need to take care of her. I have your name now and your credit card number. I will get you to support her." Dear god! I can't believe it. What the hell kind of father will I be? _________________ "Ha ha ha ha ha ha." She wouldn't stop laughing. The woman that I pay $1500 dollars an hour to, to give me advise and to listen to my problems and worries, would not stop laughing. "Why is this funny?" "Because...because, I warned you something like this would happen. I warned you. I told you, and now you have to deal with the consequences. So, Sebastian what are you going to do?" "I have suck it up and deal with it." "Have you told Samanta?" "No." "Why?" "I don't know." "Don't you think she has the right to know?" "Yeah. I know. I will." "When?" "I guess tonight." When you are in a relationship, a real relationship where you truly know the person in the relationship and they truly know you, there is not much you can hide from them. Sam and I are like that. Yeah it's a different being that she pretty much, technically cheats on me every time she goes to work, but I believe that what we have is real. I know her and she knows me. "What is the matter?" Sam asks me. I look over at her and sigh. "Sam, I have a child." "Really. From whom?" "This was before I met you. It was a dumb mistake that I made and I have to pay for my actions." "We all make mistakes. Some graver than others, but the thing is to make good on them and to move on. That is what you must do. A child is a big responsibility, so you as a parent must take that responsibility seriously." I look over at Sam and sigh. "I love you Sam." "I know Sebastian." Two things ran through mind when I visited my...my daughter. God that sounds so strange. The first was that no daughter of mine was going to live in this rat trap in the South Bronx. The second was, how hot Mandy, my daughters mother looked. She answered the door in these short shorts and a tight t-shirt. I kept thinking to myself, don't do anything stupid. "I'm sorry for looking unkempt. I just put Maria to bed." "I wanted to see her." "I had to put her to sleep. She is so rambunctious." "Well she's a kid." Mandy looks at me and sits down on her couch. The apartment she rented was a small one bed room, and wasn't something that I was used to. "Listen, I can't apologize enough for ruining your life." "I think I am more angry at myself than you." She shakes her head. "Do you have any help? From family or friends?" "My mother, pretty much abandoned me, once she found out what happened. I am originally from Florida, so I don't have friends up here." "Why didn't you move back down to Florida?" "I couldn't face people." "So, what happened with the fiance?" "He abandoned me. I was sleeping on the street for about a month. Then a half way house took me in and helped me get on my feet." "The fiance, does he still live here in New York?" "Yeah." "You won't have to worry about anything." "What do you mean." "I mean that you need to go back to school and better your life." "I don't have time to do that." "I'll take care of everything. Just go. I also need to move you out of this place. I can't have my daughter living like this." Mandy looks at me and smiles. "Would you like to see your daughter?" "Sure." We walk to the bed room and sleeping there in a plastic crib, is my perfect, beautiful daughter. Looking at her, I see there is no doubt that she is mine, she looks just like me, my mother and my new niece. "She's beautiful. Just like her mother." Mandy looks at me. "Do you want to stay?" "I don't want to make another mistake." "You wont." There wasn't another room to go to, so she began to undress there. She took off her shorts and then her top. I pulled her close to me and kissed on the neck. I pulled her hair back and bit her ear. She breaks from me and lays on the bed and spreads her legs. I took of my clothes and lay next to her. She got on top of me and put me in her, and she begins to ride me. Her skin was so smooth and soft, her body toned. I honestly have no memory of how good this girl looked, but I do now. She runs her finger nails down my chest as she moves concentrating on fucking. I lean up and began sucking on her tits. I couldn't hold my desire back any longer. Something just clicked. I rolled her over and spread her legs and put them over my shoulders and pushed in her. I pumped in and out of her hard, pulling on her long hair. I pull out of her and enter her ass. She lets out a loud scream and scratches my back. I began pumping her with short deep strokes, that make her moan loud and cry. When I feel myself coming, I pulled out and move above her face. She looks up at me and grabs my throbbing cock and lean up, she lets her grip lose and I come on her face. She then swallows my cock and sucks. When I finished I roll to the side of her and close my eyes and shake my head. Mandy then moves over and rest on my chest. "What do you do for a living?" She asks. "I own an adult entertainment company." "You're in porn? That would explain the sex." THE INHERETANCE (Episode 4) ST. TROPEZ, FRANCE-1975 I sat by my fathers side as he directed what was at the time, the biggest gangbang in the world. 100 men, one woman, no holds bared sex. Screams echoed throughout the house, bouncing off the marble floors and walls as the woman lay in a puddle of cum getting fucked by the next group of sex crazed men. There were five beautiful naked women on their knees acting as fluffers for the many men, making sure that all of them stayed hard as they got closer to their turn with the woman of their dreams. That woman, was Olivia, my mother. My father directed groups of five at a time, which I guess kept everything organized. Olivia was sandwiched between two men, while furiously sucking on the cocks of the other three standing around. When one man would feel it was his time to enter her, he would tap the butt of the man fucking her ass and he in turn would pull out his dripping cock allowing the other man to enter and fucking. The look on my fathers face as all this was going on was excitement and pure deviousness. I could see him breathing hard as the sex became more and more perverted. He loved seeing his wife have sex with other men, a lot of men. The set lasted some eight hours, after which Olivia was covers in sweat and cum from head to toe. My father shot off a couple stills for the promotional and magazine. The May 1975 issue of Pleasure featured Olivia's face on the cover, drenched in cum and a ten inch black cock stuffed in her mouth. After the gangbang, my father took out his fantasies on Olivia who was still covered in cum. This was not the first time that he fucked her after a group bang. It seemed that he enjoyed being the last one to fuck her before she cleaned up. The camera's stopped rolling, but the sex continued. One of the fluffers was a woman named Mary, who was my mother's lover, my fathers lover and secretary. Mary was just as beautiful as my mother, and just as perverted. When my father finished fucking Olivia, Mary, got into a sixty nine with Olivia and they began eating each others pussy out. My father sat to the side watching rubbing his cock, enjoying the show. After sex, Olivia always took a long hot bath, most of the time with me. My relationship with my mother was not an incestuous one but it wasn't a normal one either. What boy sees his mother fuck other men? What boy sees his parents fuck? What boy at the age of nine, takes a bath with his mother? This shit really fucked me up for the rest of my life. As I sat in the hot bath with Olivia, she began to show me things that I could use to please a woman. The tub was large in floor tub and in the middle of the room with nothing around it. She proped her legs wide and began showing me how to eat a woman's pussy. She showed me, what the Labia was, and what the clitoris is and what I want to lick. In the middle of her tutorial, my father comes in dressed in a suit and pulls up a chair to the side of us. "I am heading to Paris for a few days." He says. "Okay. I was just giving Sebastian here a lesson in the art of oral sex." "Oh yeah, well lets see how good you are dear." He stands up unzips his trousers and pulls out his cock. He then squats next to Olivia and pulls her head between his legs. She began to suck on him. "That's it." He moaned. Olivia moved her head back and forth over him until he came. He pulled back and came on the marble floor by the tub. "You're not going to let that perfectly good cum go to waste? Are you, Olivia?" She leaned over to the floor and licked the cum. "You are such a dirty little whore. I love you." He says and kisses her on the forehead. "I'll see you both in a few day." Olivia and I got out of the tub and went into the bedroom where Mary laid naked. "What took you so long?" Mary asks Olivia. "I needed to recharge. You know how it is, when you get fucked by 100 men." "Actually, no I don't know." Olivia falls on the bed by Mary and they kiss. She pulls away and looks back at me. "I showed my Sebastian how to eat pussy. Come here darling." I hopped on the bed and Olivia spread Mary's legs exposing her shaved cunt. She began rubbing it and sticking her fingers in and out of it. "Now it's time for a pop quiz. Show me what you learned." I laid between Mary's legs and spread her five inch labia. She was well fucked just like my mother. I found her clit and I began to lick it. I could hear the two of them kissing and moaning. Mary breaks from the kiss and lets out a scream. "I think he passed." New York, the present "Fucking goddamn politicians. Why the fuck would they pass a law like this? I asks Charles. "I don't know, Sebastian. Look on the bright side, we can still use the images, just not here in the states." "This is where we want to market. We need to make them available here." "Without the proper documentation, we can't. And if we do, we risk getting hit with fines and he threat of being shut down. You have to be creative Sebastian, find new ways to get people to buy our product." Our product. Translation, find a way to be more perverted than anyone else. Perversions, fantasies, sex, that is our product. I stormed out of the office of my lawyer and began walking aimlessly around the city, which is what I normally do when I needed to think. I really hated to bombard Samanta with my problems, but she seems to be the only one that listens to me and somewhat understands me. At times I feel like this relationship is one sided and I fear that she one day will just get tired of me and leave. "Hey Sam, are you home?" "No, I am out shopping." "Where?" "Bergdorf Goodman's." "Have you had lunch yet?" "No." "Meet me at the 21 club in a half hour, my treat." "Oui. Love you Sebastian." "I love you too Sam." Sometimes, I feel I don't deserve this woman. Fuck I know I don't deserve her. "You looked stressed." Sam says to me. "I am." "What's wrong?" "This...never mind." "What? Continue." "Sam, you have done so much for me. You don't have to listen to my problems." "Sebastian, I love you and when a person loves someone, he or she listens and helps." "Yeah but, you never complain about anything. Never. I feel guilty, because I have so many issues." "Sebastian, you don't think I have issues? I have issues, and you help." "How?" "When you look at me. When you hold me and make love to me. When you talk to me. When you ask me for advise, you are helping me resolve my many issues." She looks at me and smiles. "Trust me Sebastian, if I felt that I was in a one sided relationship, I would have left. We help each other. So now, what are you so stressed out about?" "It's nothing. You've help me enough." "Mary called this morning. She will be in town by late afternoon." "She's staying with us?" "If you would like." My phone vibrates in my pocket. "Yeah." "The website will be up in twenty four hours. Everything. We got an idea from one of the techs about a way to get around the law." Linda says. "Is it legal?" "Yeah. We have a meeting tomorrow. And then we have to set a date to re-launch." "How much are we going to charge per month?" "That we have to figure out. I'm thinking maybe a small fee and then after six month or so up it." "All right, I will see you tomorrow." "Who was that?"Samanta ask. "Linda. Our website will be up tomorrow." "That is wonderful." "What kind of contract are you in with Digital?" "Three years, I am in my second right now. Why?" "Just asking." "Would you like for me to work for you?" "I love you too much to see you fuck." "You've seen my movies and pictorials." "Yeah but, I just don't want to actually...I don't know." "I could help you out. I could bring my fan base over to Pleasure." "Sam, I don't want to go down the same route as my parents. I plan to get out when all his is over, and I want you to be with me." "Until that happens, we need to reach your goal, and I can definitely help." "I know." I pick up Mary at JFK later that day. I didn't mind Mary, who has been a friend of my family for a very long time, stay with us, for a few days. Being around her brought back memories that I just did not want to think about. She was there for most of the shit that traumatized me. She had moved to London, married some rich businessman and when he died his family froze her out. Left with nothing, she turned back to her old profession. When she heard of my parents death, she surfaced. Seeing that she still looked thirty years old, I wanted to know if she would be interested in working for me. She hesitated but later gave in, to the steady income. As I wait for Mary at the arrivals, I pick up the latest issue of Hustler magazine. Most people that buy adult magazines in public seem a bit embarrassed, but hell not me. I flipped through the pages and noticed more articles than pictorials. The articles were entertaining, but no one buys a porn magazine for the articles. And the pictorials that were in there, didn't get me hard. If my magazine was to compete in the US market, than it would have to be better and harder than anything. "Hey." Mary says walking up to the bench. "How was your flight?" "Not bad. I'm beat." "Where are coming in from?" "Madagascar." "You doing a shot for us?" "Yeah." "How did things go?" "I'm not a twenty year old whore anymore." "But you're getting fucked by twenty year old studs." "Exactly. The first couple were fine, but after that it got kind of old quick." "You still look great." "Thanks." Mary was the same age as my mother. She had just turned fifty five, but she looked twenty something, which gave her that allure. The only two physical give aways about her age was her long silver hair, and her hands. Her hands didn't look bad,but you could tell she was older than she looked. Mary always wore clothes that weren't revealing, but sexy. She made sure to show off her long smooth legs, and her enhanced chest. Walking through the airport, I could see the stares and the gawks from other men. Mary was still well know as a porn star, especial since the internet. Her pictures are some of the intellectual property that I have been trying to recover. Mary crossed her legs in the back of the limo, hiking her short skirt up. I immediately began thinking about Sam. Sam trusted her and me together. I told Sam about the indiscretions I had, when the news of my daughter came out. She forgave me and I had to fight to keep her trust. I honestly don't know what I would do without Sam. Mary? She really could care less about my problems. I know she loves me, but that love goes only but so far. "Why are you looking at me?" Mary asks. "I can't marvel at your beauty?" Mary takes off her sunglasses and looks over at me. "You are so full of shit." "How long are in town for?" "You're kicking me out already?" "I'm just asking." "I don't think I can do this much longer Sebastian." "Do what?" "Fuck, porn. I can't do it any longer. My body is done." "What do want to do?" "I can go back to my escort service." "It's the same thing, isn't it?" "No. Most of my clients only wanted to talk. They spent 2,500.00 an hour on me." "No sex? Just talk?" "Most of the time." "So you're good with listening and giving advise?" "I guess so. Why?" "I am thinking that our magazine needs a sex columnist. To dispense, advise. Sexually explicit and perverted advise to the readers. I'm thinking that you will be in every issue of Pleasure, a nude spread and a question and answer." "Just a nude spread?" "Well, we are a hardcore magazine. Two guys and a cum shot. But much softer than what you are used to." "That's it? No movies nothing harder?" "That's it. Well, I would need you for one other thing." The Inheritance Pt. 01 "And what would that be?" "I need you to be the face of the company. Go out on promotional tours etc." "That's it?" "That's it. Our web site will be up by tomorrow. I need you to be at the meeting and shoot a few layouts." "How hard?" "Two guys. Double penetration." "I can do that. How much will I get paid?" "Our Penthouse here in New York, the estate in St. Trope." "You'll give me those things?" "No, you will have unlimited access and a $150,000 a year. You have to work and promote." "Okay." "So, how is it being a father?" Laura asks. "So far so good. I mean, really I haven't spent too much time yet with her, she only one and half." "She needs that roll model now. You of all people should know that." "I know." "Have you tried a spiritual route?" "What, like church?" "Yes." "I always feared that I would get struck down by lighting of I step foot in a church." "Well I know that a lot of churches have parenting programs and lets face it Sebastian, you need a parenting program." "I'm not going to church." "I was just suggesting that you may want to receive some type of spiritual guidance." "I think I'm beyond that." "Not necessarily. You need to stop being hard on yourself." God, she looked just like me. I thought as I held my daughter. "She's beautiful." "I want to thank you again for moving me to a nicer place." "It is the least I can do. Plus it will not be too far from where I live." Maria had feel asleep in my arms and her mother took her and put her in the crib. She walks back in and put her hair in a pony tail. When she does that the small t-shirt she wore raised up exposing her chest. I close my eyes and try not to think about sex. I have to stop screwing around. I am in a committed relationship. When I say or think that, I have to stop myself. I mean my girlfriend has sex for a living. But despite that, I know her heart belongs t me. "How long are sticking around?" "I really have to go. I have some business that I have to finish up by tomorrow." She looks at me and smiles. "I can't." I said to her. "I am in a relationship." "I understand." I kiss her on the forehead and leave. On the way back waiting on the train, there was this young Spanish girl sitting next to me. It was a very hot day and she wore this tight pair of short shorts and a blue t-shirt that showed she wore no bra underneath. When I am around women, I notice things like that. "I've seen you around." She says. "I'm sorry?" "I've seen you around. I noticed because you look different from the other guys around here." "You live in this neighborhood?" "No. I was just visiting my grandmother. I live further up, but I've seen you on the train. You don't live around here." "No. I was visiting a friend." "Girlfriend?" "No. Just a friend. I'm Sebastian." "Fabina." "What are you reading?" "A book for school. Required summer reading." I didn't want to know if she was in high school, grade school or college. And I wasn't going to ask. The train arrived and we sat together talking for the short five blocks. We the train was a stop before hers she stood and looked over at me. "You want to come over?" Every ounce of moral fiber in me told me to say no, but since I have very little moral fiber, I didn't. "Sure, why not." As I followed her to her apartment, I couldn't help but think why is she so trusting. She didn't know me. Then again, I didn't know her, she could be setting me up. But when I looked at her young body and those tight shorts and the long hair, I fucked all reasoning and followed my dick. Her apartment was a small one bed room that she shared with her mother. Who was there. She was a about my age, and she didn't blink an eye when I walked in wit her daughter. "This is Sebastian. Sebastian this is my mother." "Hi." I said. "She smiled and said hello." What the fuck. I thought. I thought my mother was fucked up. "You want something to drink." "Sure." I was expecting a glass of water, or soda, instead she hands me a cold beer. Fabina sits next to me on the couch and crosses her legs sitting Indian style. "So, what type of work do you do?" "Um, I'm a magazine publisher." "Really. That's cool. I want to be a model. Do you think I have what it takes to me a model?" "Um, yeah." She smiles. "You're cute and can hold a conversation. Most of the guys that I'm with, just fuck good. When it comes to talking they can't hold a conversation." She moves closer to me. "You're different." I kept thinking, please let someone call me. Please let there be an emergency or something. I really needed to go. There was so much that I needed to do before the launch of the website tomorrow. Get out of here Sebastian. I kept thinking. "Do you always invite strange men to your place?" "No. But when I do, they're something special." "I really have to go." I stand up and begin to walk out the door. Before I leave I write down my number and give it to her. "Give me a call." Fuck. My hormones were raging. I hadn't been this horny in years. I hadn't passed up willing pussy in years either. God I hope Sam was home. I got back to my place and Sam and Mary were talking in the living room. I had a boner for forty seven block, and I needed to release some stress. "Sam. Can I talk to you for a moment? She gets up and follows me to the bedroom. "What is it Sebastian?" "Sam, I need to fuck, now. I can't hold off." "Sebastian you are so silly." She begins to walk out the door. I rush over to her and grab her tightly and kiss her on the neck. "Seriously Sam." "Sebastian, we have a guest." "Mary is not a guest." I begin to lift her shirt up and she stops me. "No Sebastian. Not now." She then walks out. Fuck me. That was the first time she had ever said no to me. Fuck. I fall on the bed and close my eyes. "Sebastian." Sam calls me in her French seductive accent. She only uses that tone when she wants something. She knows I can't resist. "What?" "Sebastian." She sit next to me and laughs. "You are such a brat." She leans over and gives me a kiss on the neck. "But I love you so much. We are going out to dinner. Please come along." I turn over and look at her smiling face. "Mary is washing up and changing clothes. We have a few minutes. You still want that quickie?" "The mood has passed." She straddles me and begins to grind between my legs. "You are such a brat." "Am I interrupting?" Mary says as she enters our room. "No." I said. "Come on lets go."