Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up.
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Los Angeles, California
A dim light cast a faded glow over the room from a lamp. The lamp was old, worn out after years of quality use. It was long overdue time to replace the lamp, but the old saying of 'if it's not broke, don't fix it' rang true most of the time. Kim Kardashian found herself sitting by the lamp in her luxury apartment, the light made it easier to sit and read pages of her book during the night. Upon flipping pages from the tips of her fingers, it seemed rather fitting that a lamp fading out represented something else in her life.
Kim Kardashian currently found herself slipping in terms of fame. It didn't matter that she was the center-piece of a fashion and reality TV empire, the past year had been tough with keeping up in the mainstream media. It seemed apparent that both Jenners; Kylie and Kendall would eventually take the brighter spotlight over her. That wasn't counting into play her husband: Kanye West. With his number of bizarre meltdowns in the media and on stage, Kim knew that her celebrity status at the top of the game was beginning to fall down. It brought great pain to her, regardless of the fact that she was now 36 years old and a mother of two children.
Right now, Kanye was out on tour. Kim didn't bother following him this time, every now and then, she needed her space. The two kept their private life out of the media where they occasionally practiced an open relationship. It was no secret all the sluts that she knew her husband was fucking, but she held the keys to the kingdom when it came to the money. For that reason alone, she was able to set the rules for the men she had on her contact list when she needed a good night of fun. It was a lonely night at the moment, while the kids were off with a baby sitter. It wasn't a man that she craved, it was more or less the price of fame. The dim lamp was just a reminder to her that her time in the spotlight was coming to an end.
Kim wasn't going to allow this forever. Not for the time being, at least. She couldn't keep her mind off things to focus on the sentences among the pages in the fiction book she was reading. Sighing to herself, she closed hard cover book and sat it down on the nightstand next to her chair. She then got up from her chair and grabbed her cellphone from the night stand. Maybe if she flipped through her texts or contacts, perhaps she would come up with an idea of what to do this week. Before looking at anything however, she had to check her social media accounts. It usually made her smile looking at the large numbers, the millions of people that followed her on social media. Tonight was an exception, she didn't care at all.
The self appointed 'tabloid legend' flipped through her contacts, looking at the names. Kim kept a large number of contacts, weather it was family and friends or associates she kept close for benefiting reasons. Among the names, she stopped in the 'J' area when she noticed a familiar name to a man she had not spoken to in a long time: Johnny Phillips. Kim smirked to herself, it was a wonder that they still texted here and there. It had been ages since they last shared a night together. The last time they had spoken was about 8 or 9 months ago.
Johnny Phillips was a known name in the porn industry, right at home in L.A. of all places. Kim had met him back in 2008, just as she was breaking into major fame. Kim had a steamy short-lived affair with the man a while back. He was one of the few that could satisfy her sexual drive, a man with stamina to fuck her for hours on end. It took a real man in the porn industry to give her a good fucking, sometimes. Seeing his name there in the contacts, she began to think to herself. Kim couldn't help but softly giggle at the thought of porn or someone taping her. Immediately, an idea had crawled it's way into her imagination. Something dirty, something that could easily make the internet 'break' in other words.
Biting her lower lip, Kim had an idea that was too good to pass up. She quickly pulled Johnny into her contacts and began to type a text to him over the keyboard on her phone. Not a long text, just something simple to get his attention. She knew that he wouldn't pass up an opportunity to speak with her, let alone have some naked fun. It had been some years since they tangled between the sheets together. There was something better on her mind though, something that would surely be a successful book over the internet.
'Hey sexy Johnny boy, it's been a long time. Call me tomorrow if you aren't busy. I've got an idea and you're gonna love it, love Kim. XoXo'
She pressed her finger over the 'send' button and then the text was away. The late night hours had moved on the clock and now, it was time for her to get some rest. She looked back at the screen of her phone one last time before setting it back on the nightstand. Kim then pulled the sheets back, slipping her curvy body between the covers. She reached up and turned the lamp off, allowing her head to lay over the pillow and begin to drift off into sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a special fun day once her old friend rang the call.
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1 DAY LATER
Outside, it was a beautiful day as usual over Los Angeles. Kim didn't bother leaving her luxury apartment. Usually one to go out for walks and take the time to have paparazzi snap photos of her, she had other things on her mind. Her idea had come to mind from last night and she could not wait for her porn star associate to call her back. This was going to be a bigger pay day than anything a couple magazines taking photos could squeeze out. While sitting on the couch watching television, she heard the phone ringing. It was just an 11 A.M. so far in the afternoon hours, so that had to be Johnny calling. Kim smirked when she looked at her phone and indeed, her assumption was correct. She clicked the phone and raised it to her ear to answer it.
"Hey Johnny..."
"Hey Kim, long time no see. I got your text, you seemed rather excited. So what's going on with you?"
She giggled over the phone when he mentioned that she came off as thrilled in the text.
"I kinda am, actually. I needed to ask you, do you still have your little studio?"
"No, I've got a bigger one now. I've moved up from the industry since then. Why are you asking?"
"Oh, so you've got better cameras now too?"
The man on the other end of the phone laughed.
"What are you getting at, Kim? Kinda odd that you haven't spoken to me a while and you want to ask about my cameras and such."
"Well, I need your help with something. I guess I should just be blunt about it."
"Oh yeah? What do you need help with babe."
Though he was only on the phone, Johnny probably could guess the arrogant smirk that appeared over her face. Kim knew what she wanted from him, not one to beat around the bush about it.
"I want to make a new sex tape, that's what I need your help with."
"You're shitting me, get real babe!"
"Oh no, I'm not! I'm for real, I want to make a new sex tape and I want you to help me."
On the other of the phone, Johnny had become quiet for a couple seconds. Kim wanted to laugh, but she had to make sure that he didn't hang up.
"Johnny, hun? You didn't hang up, did you?"
"No! I'm still here babe, I'm just a bit...shocked! I guess I don't know how to react. It's not every day you get a phone call from Kim Kardashian asking you to help make a sex tape. I don't know if you're playing a joke on me or not."
Kim sighed before she could give him a response in words.
"Johnny, it's not a prank. I am for real about this. Remember when you told me all the women you work with in porn said that I couldn't give a blowjob as good as them? Well, you above all people should know that I can prove them wrong."
He laughed on the other end of the phone before replying.
"Yeah, I know you're right. So, tell me what the scoop is? I know you're married to Kanye, so I'm curious how he feels about this."
