Page 38 of Crown Jewels
Huffing out a breath, I hugged my knees, and watched Ruby dance in her cage. Why couldn’t my life be simple like that. She had it good. All she had to do was wander around on her little branches, and dance when she wanted to. That bird was caged, but she had more freedom than me.
“I envy you Ruby.”
She bobbed her head at me, “Awk, pretty Ruby. Pretty Ruby.”
She had no idea what was happening, she just wanted a cracker.
“I’ll get you a damn cracker.” I got up and walked over to where Vahn kept her treats. Which she happily gobbled up.
“Just so you know the men in this house have gone insane.”
Or maybe I had? I was talking to a bird.
“Vahn has lost his damn mind.”
And I continued to talk to the bird. That was how low I had sunk. My only friend was a bird, that didn’t like me very much. She tried to bite me every time I fed her. I needed some ofher confidence. I needed to bite Vahn. Or talk to him politely. Confrontation wasn’t my thing.
Ugh, I was pathetic.
“What would you do, Ruby?” I asked her. Who knows, maybe she had some inside bird knowledge that would be helpful.
“Vahn is the master.”
Great, even the bird was against me.
“Here’s your damn cracker.” I tossed it in the cage then walked away to flop back down on the couch.
My phone rang a few seconds after. I thought it might be Mitch and scooped it up before looking to see who was calling.
“Mitch, thank god…”
“Not Mitch honey.”
I stopped and checked the caller ID on my phone. “Lorna?”
Why was she calling? Behind the Lens rarely called, unless there was some technical issue they needed to fix for my cam show. And that was usually someone else. Lorna owned the company. She had better things to do than call her employees.
“Is Vahn okay?” That was the only thing I could think of.
“He’s fine. Can you come in to the office?”
“Sure. Is something wrong?” Getting in trouble at work would be the icing on my fucked up day cake.
“No,” she said. “I wanted to discuss something with you.”
That didn’t sound bad. “Okay. Give me an hour?”
“See you then.”
VAHN
So many guys out there thought porn was the dream job. You got to fuck all kinds of women, and have your dick played with all day long. What they didn’t understand was that it was actual work. There was more to it than getting your dick wet. It wasn’t like picking a chick up and taking her home for a little fun.
Sometimes people had to work with someone they weren’t attracted to, but you still had to get hard for them. Which was why people said porn was a young man’s game. When a guy was in his teens and early twenties, all someone had to do to get them going, was touch their thigh in the right way.
Yes, it was enjoyable—it was still fucking—but there was a lot that went into it. Much like a movie, there was a whole production with scripts, hot lights beating down on you, and pausing to position for the camera. This shit took hours, if not all day.
Girls had it a bit easier. Slap some lube on that shit and she was good to go. Guys not so much. Not only did we have to be able to fuck for hours on end, but we had to come on command. That took a bit for me to learn. Porn wasn’t as easy as it looked. Sometimes it was downright exhausting.
