Alexander, age twenty six.
"Drew man, you got to chill...I needed the money, this is temporary. I fully believe that you will cover my ass, when I made a name for myself in the future and trust me, that will happen soon enough. I just gotta fuck my way up the ladder." I told Drew my trusty agent, who's also my bestfriend. He was complaining the acting gig for my role was hard to get, that my looks was either too young or too old for the available movies.
I had been in the industry since my teens, I have a good idea of how the industry works. I have to know the right people, and even that was not enough, I still have to be at the right time and at the right moment. I have to attend parties, mingle in clubs and put myself out there. And that activities cost money, and I was low on funds. So when one of my hookups offered me to do porn, I accept it right away. Hell, I know lots of well known hot shots movie star that started from porn.
"But, it's porn Alex, how the hell am I going to cover it up? and what if your parents found out? your mom is going to kill me!" Drew was panicking, he was always a safe bet kind of person, he would always play by the rule. But I learned that in this industry, you need to play both side. You have to take chances, so I was going for it.
"Chill dude..." That was all I said to him, them leave him in his panic state.
Turned out I was right, that porn gig lead me to my underwear modeling career. Things were getting harder for Drew. He was working hard, trying to cover all my porn bits from the public. Then it gets more complicated for Drew as I move up to a bigger agency, after I fucked my way up with the executive director. She was a well known cougar so I was climbing my way up easily, as I fulfill her needs and fucked her good then slipped my way higher up the ladder.
From there Drew was picking my fruit of labor, when acting gigs came flowing through his phone.
"Damn Alex having your junk display for public on your so called modeling career, is making you high in demand for your acting career. You really do know the industry, I'm fucking busy juggling your schedule here..." Drew was complaining making me laughed at him.
"Look... just do what you usually do, I have complete trust in you Drew! I must go now, the twins are waiting for me. You know I have to keep my bad boy image..." I left him siting in our VIP lounge as I greeted the twins on the dance floor.
They were smiling seductively at me, while they were dancing around me, slithering their sexy bodies that were covered in a very sheer clubbing attire. They looked edible enough for me to munch on, regardless that they're the daughter of a well known senator. I needed the media to cover my newest scandal, and they were a willing participants.
"Come girls let's get out of here, did I mention that I'm wearing the new limited edition briefs? the campaign is not even out yet, but I'll let both of you peel it off of me." I was kissing her while my hand was on her sister ass squeezing it, both let out a low moan humming through my ear.
Goddamn!
I was slowing our steps as we reach the entrance, my arms were draping on each girls when flash of cameras were aiming our way.
Nice! right on time!
The next day, Drew texted me that I had beat my rival, as I got the main leading role for the up coming action movie that I had been aiming for. I pat myself on the back for thinking ahead, I knew that the producer love scandals, and lastnight the twins were it.
"Morning girls..." I poured their coffee as I saw them walking naked from the bedroom. They were in front of me seconds later taking in their coffee while their bodies rub my sides, my hands were all over their backsides. But my mind was busy thinking about the best way, to let the paparazzi snap pictures of our afternoon walk of shame from the hotel.
I was on top and was on high demand years later. I was living the high life, luxury cars, extravagant homes, and beautiful socialites girlfriends, and work was a never ending schedule for me and I was loving it. I never intend to settle down, family or even a steady girlfriend was way in the back of my mind.
That life was it for me, I was loving the attention, the worships and all the perks, that came with the job. I was becoming the bad boy of the industry, and with that image my fan base were getting bigger, then come the crazy girlfriends that would try to tie me down.
"Shit Alex, just give me your black book, phone...your phone give it to me! I'm going to copy your contact list, I need to skim your list and vet your choice of girls before you decide to date them. I don't have all the time in the world to clean up your mess." Drew was upset with my latest scandal, I was being dragged down with a baby drama from the girl that I dated couple of months back.
I just shrugged at him and give him my phone, he was busy seconds later. Then he was telling me about changing my image. That I was settled enough and was famous enough, to set an example to my fans. He was talking and lecturing me about finding one girlfriend, and actually sticking longer with her for more than a few weeks.
"With this rates of changing girlfriends you're bound to get back to point one and start the cycle all over again, how do you even remember all of this girls names?" Drew was shaking his head while syncing my contact list to his laptop.
"I'll think about it Drew. Though I still haven't find the right one, they're all the same Drew...one look at me, my last name and the zeros attached to my name they all went all sappy and put their ass on my lap." I drink my coffee and continue reading the script that Drew brought for my next up coming action movie.
If only finding her was that easy...