Finding Acceptance in His Arms (6 page)

Thinking
logically, she fought back the trembles in her hands by reminding herself that
Evan had said “explicit and to the point,” which could only be interpreted as
meaning no facial shots requested or required. As
long as she never allowed her face to be seen in conjunction with her genitalia
she should be fine.

With
confidence surging up, she tugged the top half of the dress down to her waist
and snapped several photographs of her bare breasts from different angles.
Next, she bunched her dress up around her waist to take a few photos of her
pussy, even doing a pi
nk split with her clitoris
fully exposed in one because she thought Evan would appreciate it. She then
bent over to hold the phone behind her. She snapped two from either side, one
at an angle with the phone pointed up between her spread legs, and one with
her cheeks spread open to fully expose the pink rosebud
buttplug
buried within her wrinkled anus.

Afterward,
she scrolled back through the pictures to make sure none of the photos showed
her face. Of course, as she did this she compared her pussy to the m
any other pussy pics she’d seen before and thought hers
looked at least as attractive as theirs.

Although
she kept it a secret even from Jennifer, she’d become dependent on porn for
masturbation purposes since moving to New York. She even subscribed to a
certain amateur site hosting explicit pictures sent in by
the amateurs themselves. The site appealed to her because of its element of
realism. The models often sent storylines along with their pictures and she
liked those the best because it gave her the p
rivilege
of taking a peek into their sex lives. Yes, in this new age of unbridled
sexuality, she most definitely wanted to witness, as well as experience, as
much sexual diversity as she could before she ran out of time.

Thinking
of which, Evan was probabl
y wondering what was taking
her so long. She quickly slipped her dress top back up over her shoulders and
fluffed the flowing hem around her thighs. She checked her appearance, turning
this way and that in the mirror, liking the way the dress gave the impr
ession of her being prim and proper. She went back through
the store, thanking the clerk on her way out.

Evan
greeted her return with an impatient grimace. “It took you longer than I
expected. Did your panties get in the way?”

She
shook her head as she han
ded over his phone, the
Altoids
, and the change from the ten-dollar bill. “No. I’m not
wearing any panties tonight.”

“Hmmm…”
He deposited the
Altoids
into his shirt pocket and shoved the
bills and loose change into his front pants pocket before scrolling t
hrough the pictures on the phone.

Kara
awaited his decree with a thumping heart.

“You
have nice breasts at any angle.” He peered intently at the screen. “I also like
that you have nicely trimmed pubic hair instead of being completely shaven. It
gives you a
dded pizazz, so don’t change it before our
performance. Most girls in the business are shaving everything away these days.
You want to be different from them in some fundamental way. It only helps you.”

“Okay,
if you say so.”

“Wow,
nice substantial lips, c
litoral shaft, and a very
beautiful clit.” His expression brightened. “I like it, a lot.”

“Thank
you for saying so.” A burst of pride enveloped her.

“Very
nice!”
His lips curled into a smile. “I see you didn’t lie about anal sex being your
favorite. You’re
wearing one pretty gem plug. I
assume pink is your favorite color.”

“It
is.”

“As
I recall, the scene calls for you to wear a
buttplug
on performance day, so I don’t see why this one won’t work
if it’s comfortable?”

“It’s
most comfortable and kind of titil
lating. I chose to
wear it tonight to show you that I’m committed to doing the anal.”

He
placed the phone on the edge of the table. “To tell you the truth, I thought
you might be lying about being able to do it. You’re a very petite woman.”

She
kept her co
ol. “I’m sure a lot of girls do lie to get
into the business.”

He
nodded most seriously. “Don’t ever tell a director you can do something you
can’t just to get a role. It’ll most certainly come back to bite you.”

“I
won’t,” Kara promised, thinking that tom
orrow she’d
somehow manage to get the largest
buttplug
up her ass. By Wednesday she needed to
be taking the fake cock easily if she wanted to look like a seasoned
professional during their practice performance on Friday night before her big
debut on Saturd
ay.

“Now…”
Evan’s eyes became electrified. “How about we go dancing? I know a wonderful
place where we can leave all our cares at the door and dance the night away.
You do know how to dance, don’t you?”

“I’m
an excellent dancer.” She presented her best smi
le as
she performed a provocative shimmy.

He
smiled his approval at her. “Good. I expect you to prove it to me.”

Chapter Four

The
next morning Kara woke up at ten. After scarfing down muffins and juice, she
put on a load of laundry and caught up
a few emails
needing her attention. Then, upon transferring the laundry into the dryer, she
spent thirty more minutes conversing with friends in New York and Chicago via
text. All in all, it seemed the start of a really wonderful day until she let
her mind
center on Evan Lars and the premature ending
of their date the night before.

Immediately,
she once again stood in front of the dance club’s restroom mirror dabbing at
the sheen of sweat on her forehead with a tissue. The pounding bass inside the
club reve
rberated through walls and she unconsciously
moved her hips to the beat. Thus far, this ranked as one of the most enjoyable
nights she’d had in a very long time.

Evan’s
choice of dancing had surprised her. And apparently, go-go dancing in a metal
cage high
above a crowd of party revelers appealed to
her sexual bravado. The additional treat of getting to wear hot-pink booty
shorts and a minimalistic halter top only added to the frivolous fun. Now she’d
changed back into her sundress, feeling lighthearted and
carefree. Evan awaited her return to their table in the VIP section. She
could hardly wait to guzzle a margarita and then disappear underneath the table
to give him a well-deserved blowjob.

It
would be the first she’d ever given, but thought he deserved o
ne because he’d gotten into the cage with her, even if he
wouldn’t change into the regulation black speedo all the other male dancers
wore. However, he had taken his shirt off.

This
lapse on his part of ignoring the dress code hadn’t deterred her from runn
ing her hands over his bare chest, rock hard abs, or
fondling his semi-hard penis through his slacks. She’d even welcomed him
sliding his middle finger down the crack of her ass to diddle the
buttplug
through her shorts. Yes, most
certainly, he deserved a
blowjob for making her feel
so sexy.

Abruptly,
the restroom door opened and a clique of fashionably dressed girls entered all
giggles and smiles. She quickly finished primping.

Giving
Evan his reward dominated her thoughts and she licked her lips in
anticipation as she stepped around the girls to head for
the door. She couldn’t help but wonder how much better his real cock would feel
inside her mouth than the fake replica she’d practiced with.

“Hey,
bitch.” A sweet voice imposed on Kara’s thoughts. “D
o
you suffer any unnatural side effects from all that stretching?”

“Excuse
me?” She turned with one hand on the door, somewhat confused.

A
tall and pretty brunette sidled through the group of girls to stand in the
front of the pack. She smirked, along with
all of her
friends. “I’m asking if you suffer anal leakage as a side effect from the
intentional stretching of your asshole. We could plainly see you were wearing a
buttplug
while you danced. It was outlined
against your skintight shorts every time you sq
uatted
down. In my opinion, that makes you one nasty slut.”

At
first, Kara was taken aback by the insult, but then she quickly transitioned
into survivor mode. She smiled beautifully, using her sweetest voice. “For your
information, anal leakage only happe
ns to me when I’m
sitting on pretty girl’s faces like yours. Now, if you will excuse me, I have
an extremely attractive man with a really large cock waiting for me. One day,
if you’re lucky, you might develop enough sexual maturity to have one waiting
on y
ou.
Later,
skanks!”

She
went out the door half expecting the women to follow her and physically address
her insults. They didn’t. For which she was glad. Physical fighting, although
once her preferred method to deal with disrespect coming from snotty-nosed
bitches, no longer appealed to her. Not since moving to
New York and discovering a better way to thwart her enemies.

She
weaved through the dancing bodies along the edge of the dance floor and headed
straight for the short staircase leading up to the VIP
section that hosted a bird’s eye view of the entire club. Under the
blaring music and strobe lighting, she wasn’t aware of the two men following
her until the muscled-up security guard waved them all up as a group.

Now
conscious of the men’s presence, she
noticed their
short haircuts, muscled bodies, and clean-cut features gave off the impression
of well-disciplined military men. So the real shocker, at least to her, came
when they took their time climbing up the stairs behind her so they could see
up her d
ress.

She
quickened her ascent and as soon as she stepped off the stairs onto the level
platform, one of the men bounded up to grab her by the arm. He jacked her up on
her tiptoes and steered her away from the other VIP patrons. His friend quickly
joined i
n, pressing against her from behind as he
groped her ass.

“We
really like your
buttplug
, anal slut,” the man behind her growled
into her ear. His breath reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke.

Kara
gawked at the man in front of her. She almost couldn’t beli
eve this was happening to her.

The
man pulled her tightly to his body, his eyes glowering hatefully. “Now that
we’ve gotten your attention, we’re all going back downstairs and out to the
parking lot. Come quietly and don’t make a scene or you’ll regret it.
”

Kara
drew back with her free hand to slap the man in front of her across the face,
when a fist appeared out of nowhere to obliterate the man’s nose. He tumbled
backward, screeching and holding onto his nose as if that would stop the
profusion of blood fr
om spurting out. The second man
took a blow to the side of the head and dropped like a stone. The next thing
she knew Evan was spinning her around by the shoulders and asking if she was
all right.

“I
think they were going to rape me.” Now that the danger h
ad passed, Kara’s entire body trembled on weakening knees.

“Whoa,
boy!”
The hulking security guard from the bottom of the stairs now confronted Evan.
“Those are my friends. So you’d better stand down or I’m going to make you
stand down. I’ve ten years unde
r my belt as an MP in
the glorious United States Marine Corps. You don’t want me to lay hands on
you.”

Evan
showed no hesitation in kicking the man’s feet out from under him. As the man
tumbled forward he drove a knee into his face. A fist to the back of
his head followed. The man collapsed into an unconscious
heap. As afterthought maybe, Evan kicked the man holding his bloody nose in the
face to knock him completely out also.

“I’m
extremely sorry, Mr. Lars! The security guard didn’t know you!” a new voice
cried out. It belonged to a small fellow with slicked-back
black hair and boyish good looks. He approached cautiously, hands held out in
front of his body in an act of harmlessness. “If he had known who you are he
would have never challenged you. I just h
ired him
today. I sincerely apologize for his stupidity. Is your date all right?”

“No,
Bradford! She’s not all right!” Evan yelled over the music, his face suffused
with rage. “Since when do you allow women to get accosted in this club? You’re
having a har
d enough time getting high-end clientele
to come here without catering to rapists. Now get their sorry asses tossed into
the alley out back. Make sure to include your new hire with his friends. I
don’t want to see any of their faces in here ever again. If
I do, you will no longer be manager of this establishment!”

“Yes
sir, Mr. Lars!” The man scurried down the stairs, presumably to get more
security to remove the offending bodies.

“I’m
very sorry, Kara.” Evan’s face displayed emotional anguish. “I wouldn’t
have had that happen to you for anything in the world. This
club is supposed to be a safe place for women wanting to dress provocatively
while letting loose and getting a little wild. I am sincerely sorry. That
should not have happened to you in here.”

“It
’s fine. I’m okay.” Kara’s legs strengthened and with this
renewal of strength, a question begged to be asked. “Do you know the owner of
this club? The manager just ran to do what you said like you have real pull in
here.”

He
grimaced, ignoring her questio
n. “Okay, you seem to
have recovered from your shock. Let’s get you home. It’s getting late and I
think you’ve had enough excitement for one night.”

“Why
would he do that?” She refused to let it go.

“That’s
unimportant. Now let’s get you home.” He extended
his
arm.

She
ignored the gentlemanly gesture. “Tell me why first.”

“Because
he knows I’m as good as my word.” Evan took her by the hand. “Now let me escort
you home. You’ve just had a harrowing experience and I want you to put it
behind you as quickly as
possible. There’s no sense
in entertaining any scenarios of what might have happened if I hadn’t been
here. I would never let anything happen to you while you are with me. Okay?”

“Okay.”
She let herself be led back down the stairs and away from the scene o
f her assault.

The
buzzing of the dryer brought Kara back to real time. The clothes were dry. She
needed to fold them and put them away, as well as do a number of other things
before Evan picked her up for their second date later that evening.

Despite
what
had almost happened to her last night, she
looked forward to going out with him again. She knew this stemmed from her
feeling totally safe when with him now. He’d proved himself to be a stalwart
gentleman, and although she knew she would never tell him, s
he really liked him taking on the role of being her
protector. It declared he thought of her as being someone very special.

After
putting away the laundry, she went to the bedroom to run lines by herself since
Jennifer wouldn’t be home from work until five
-thirty.
While she read her parts out loud she studied her reflection in a cheval
mirror, making subtle corrections to her body’s posture and the emotional
responses on her face.

By
the tenth read-through she’d put all the elements together to deliver what
she thought was an impeccable performance on her part. She
only hoped Evan could give an equally good performance.

Anything
less than perfection in the dialogue between them would cause the illusion to
come under question by the paying audience. And once
that
happened, everything would descend into chaos quickly. At least, this had been
her experience on stage, because she’d conveniently forgotten to mention to
Evan during their initial meeting that her second lead performance in the
college plays had ende
d with her being replaced by a
more experienced actress.

Yes,
she’d certainly had her share of failures in life. But then, she supposed
everyone did. She’d triumphed as well. The successful career she enjoyed in New
York spoke for itself. However, she coul
dn’t help
thinking, if it was so great and fulfilling, then why in the hell was she
running around Atlanta with Evan?

This
question led her to wondering if she could really make it in porn. Financially
speaking, it wouldn’t be a bad move. The best performe
rs
in the industry enjoyed fame and
fortune
. Another thing, the industry no longer
carried the terrible stigma it used to. The superstars of pornography were
publicly celebrated by society, no longer condemned for their
whoredoms
. But, of course, she could
n’t ever do it because…

“What
in the fuck is happening to me?” she whispered underneath her breath. She now
knew being around Evan was having some kind of psychological effect on her. She
warned herself to be careful. She couldn’t afford to get bitten by t
he ‘I want to be the sexual fantasy of millions’ bug.