Porn Prince

2.) Shut Up, Look Pretty

This was an odd job for me, I will admit. I'd never been here before but the owner had reached out to the Porn Palace to have a guy fill in for some eye candy that apparently broke his leg and they didn't have time to hire his actual replacement. So Joshua talked with Uncle Max and now here I am. Half naked with a flogger in my hand surrounded by people who practice exercising limit, but most of the time just end up breaking them. I look around for a short bald man that I was supposed to check in with and I notice a guy standing on the balcony looking down on the activities happening. He looked to be a supervisor or someone of the sort.

"Hey man, do you know where the manager is?" I ask as I walk through the low lite area and tap a half-naked guy standing by a knots station. "Um, no man he just left actually. Are you Wyatt?" He asks and I nod sticking my hand out. "Yes, Wyatt Princeton from the Porn Palace and you are...?" I ask and he sticks his hand back in. "I'm a regular here. My name's Ronald. I'm a Dom to some of the girls here." He says and I nod looking around at the scene around me. I didn't like this place, it smelt of need and desperation. I wanted to go home. But I couldn't, I had to remind myself.

Maxwell said he needed a favor and this was me filling it. I was at a b**m club about 20 minutes out of town and I was supposed to just help people set up the equipment right and be "eye candy" for the women. "How does one become a regular around here?" I ask and he shrugs leaning on the wall behind him. "Well, I have this thing about control. I like things to be a certain way. This is the best place to find willing, submissive women to f**k honestly." He says and I nod and look around at the girls. There seemed to be a good variety of girls here of all flavors and sizes. None caught my attention though personally. 

"I thought this wasn't an actual s*x club. Just a place of congregation." I say and he nods and bites his lips and he turns to me. "It was until I met this girl here a couple of months ago, God is she a fiery pistol. She's so defiant and so obedient at the same time. I think she's that way because of her daddy issues. But hey, who doesn't love a girl who was neglected by there father. It means there just looking for a daddy to fill that empty hole." He says, nudging my shoulder. I nod and chuckle even though I don't quite agree with him and he looks at me with a narrowed look. His eyes scan my body and he tilts his head, standing up to his full height now.

"You know, you look really familiar." He says, and I raise a brow and shrug. "I mean, I'm from the porn palace..... where do you think you saw me?" I say in obviousness and he nods and chuckles. "Okay, you've got me there. What about you man, do you have a girl in your life? Let me rephrase that, how many women do you have in your life?" He asks and I feel my heart hurt a bit at this. I had her with me always, but we weren't together.

"Someone special yes, but we aren't together anymore." I say and he furrows his brows stepping in front of me. "You're letting one piece of p***y get you held up. Man, you're a porn star. If that piece leaves you, you have plenty more to come around and fill up. There is always better out there." He says as if it was the simplest thing in the world.

"The thing is, she wasn't just a piece of p***y man, I was in love with her." I say and I notice a familiar face come up beside Ronald. Her eyes widen and look up at Ronald with confusion. "Sir, who is this?" She asks and I squint my eyes in disbelief. Did my eyes deceive me? Was this twice within a week?

"This is Wyatt. He is filling in for one of the guys tonight. Wyatt. This is my slave, Ivy." He says and I feel my heart tighten and I place my hand out for her to shake, trying to play whatever game she was playing. "Nice to meet you, sir." She says and bows after the shake. "You don't have to bow down to me." I say with a smile and Ronald chuckles.

"I wouldn't encourage her defiance if I were you. This one is a real wildfire. Always looking for a reason for me to punish her ." He says gripping her ass roughly and Ivy blushes and bites her lip, looking down. She looks at me and looks at my shirtless form and cuts eyes at me. Making eye contact with me and making me feel warm. I look her over and see her in a bustier and tight skinny jeans. She looks very tempting.

"Wyatt actually I think they need you in the masochistic room, cause I just saw Joshua. Actually you know, go talk to him and see where they need you." He says and I nod, knowing that he just saw me checking out Ivy. I wasn't ashamed, she looked so good under these red lights.

He broadens his chest as I walk away and turns to Ivy. I turn away and I look around for anyone I can recognize. I ask many people who Joshua is until I finally come across a black guy in leather pants and a cowboy hat. He looked like a stripper from his stature and the way he carried himself.

"Yes that's me. Can I help you sir?" He asks with a very professional voice and it throws me off. "Yes my name is Wyatt and I think I'm supposed to be in the masochist room? I was hired for tonight." I say and he nods. "You are but you were in the right place man. Where you just came from is the pain room. I thought you already knew." He says and my eyes widen.

Ivy better be the one giving out the pain.

I turn away from him with a short goodbye and walk back finding Ivy bent over with her hands behind. She has a ball gag in her mouth and she whimpers in pain as I watch a riding crop come down on her large bottom and I crack my knuckle. Why is she doing this? I get testing limits and enjoying pain, trust me, but she looked almost like she was crying. He was going hard on her and with every hit, she flinched.

Does she enjoy getting hurt? She doesn't look to be in any pleasure at all. I step forward she looks up and shakes her head, before looking back at Douche Bag Ronald. She whimpers against the ball gag and I crack my knuckles, taking a deep breath.

It's official. Any guy that goes around Ivy is a Douche bag. It makes me angry I sat there and listened to how he talked about her. Thinking of her as just some piece of ass he can use any time he wants. What was Ivy doing? This is the second guy I have seen her with this week.

She was a sweet girl who would never do this. I knew that was her. This wasn't her. Yes, she was kinky but this guy is plain sadistic. There's a thin line between pleasure and pain and it looks like he is the only one finding any pleasure in this experience.

I couldn't watch this anymore, so I turned around and did my job. I became eye candy and shut up, while looking pretty.