DISCLAIMER: this story is a work of fiction and does not in any way reflect the actions or thoughts of Jessica Alba. It is written for the enjoyment of those who read erotic material and I do not make any money from writing it.
This story is inspired by Sean Renauld's series 'Starlets to Sluts', which in turn was inspired by shadowblaze18's 'Red Carpet Facials'. Similarities are intentional and meant as a tribute to a couple of good stories. The following story contains rough sex, anal, oral and rimming! Anyone who doesn't like these acts should look for another story that matches his or her taste better (maybe check out 'Diving with Jessica' :P, I'm working on a third part, by the way). This story is not so strong on plot, but it was fun to write and I hope you enjoy it!
This story is in no way related to the 'Diving with Jessica'-stories and as you will see, Miss Alba has a different persona than she has in the series.
Big thanks to skrelm for helping me writing this! Feedback would be very much appreciated!
-------------------------------------------------------------- Groaning I flicked through the menu of my camera, reading through the familiar options on the little screen and I lay back on the comfortable couch. The customer was late! And he hates it if the customer is late.
My name is Mario Juarez, 21 years old. I had worked in the porn industry for over a year and I have to say: I enjoyed my life. My parents didn't know about this, they thought I worked for some documentary film maker, and if they ever found out it would result in a big fight and probably with me being disowned for putting shame to the family. Not that there was much to come into in the first place, but despite their conservative world views and their general disapproval of my life style I loved my parents and didn't wish to let the relationship go to waste.
On the other hand I would rather have my foot cut off than losing my job! Until last year I had been a regular college student with a passion for camera work, when the older brother of a childhood friend, some asshole called Carlos, asked me if I could help him out with some filming job for a few bucks. Money had always been tight in my family, so even back then when they tried to support me I was my wallet was always empty so I jumped on every opportunity to earn some, so naturally I agreed. When I showed up at the place Carlos had sent me to I was greeted with the sight of two half-naked honeys who scanned through a collection of dildos for something they liked, loudly discussing their preferences. By then it took me a little by surprise and I froze for a second but I didn't think for a second about turning the job down. What can I say; pornography had always been my dream business...
Apparently the guys in charge liked my work, because they kept giving me jobs. Soon I had a respectable income, was able to afford a new car, new clothes and all that for doing something I would have done for free if anyone had asked!
Then, about three months ago I worked for the first time with HIM. The company had made me work with numerous of their stars, some of them with a reputation and a name in the business, so by then I wasn't exactly star struck when I encountered a famous porn slut or stud, but when I heard I would work with him I have to admit, I got a little nervous... The guy was a legend in the business! If people think of a rough-sex-porn star they think of the guy! Ignacio Jordà González, better known as Nacho Vidal! Most people would describe him as absolutely crazy, and they would be right! In his movies he was acting like a lunatic and I had admired his energy since the first time I had watched one of his movies. He was... special!
When I met him I was honestly surprised. Sure, he was crazy and a little moody, but far from the sex-maniac from his movies. He joked around the whole day on the set, with me and his co-star. It went great, the movie turned out to be very profitable and afterwards the two of us had a few beers. It was obvious that he liked me and my work and in the end it didn't even really surprise me when he offered me a job as his personal camera man.
So that's what I have been doing for the last three months: filming Nacho Vidal as he ravaged beauties all over America. We even made a two week business-trip to Europe. When he got the offer he insisted that I'd be the camera man, otherwise he'd decline.
Now being the camera guy on a porn set isn't too bad either. Often the girls on the set are quite dick drunk and since I'm not too hard to look at myself, quite a few of them treated me to a little fun. I mean, who would turn down a blowjob from the likes of Bobbi Star or Asa Akira? It simply was a great life!
So right now we we're waiting in some rented villa, a little north of L.A. From time to time some lonely housewife and Nacho-fan would contact the agency and ask for a private shoot. A private porn movie for her own collection and a crazy memory that stood out of her dull life. These gigs paid quite well and while the women usually weren't as hot as the stars we usually worked with it was always interesting. It would always go down like this: They would set up an appointment with Nacho, we'd meet at a rented villa, the customer would ask, beg, sometimes even threaten us that we couldn't publish the footage (To which we agreed beforehand anyway), then she'd sometimes set up a couple of extra rules, e.g. when Nacho made name-calling, he shouldn't use a specific word, afterwards the shooting began and Nacho ploughed them through the entire house in his trademark rough style and finally she would leave, sore but happy, with a disk with the footage in her purse.
The woman who made the appointment made clear that she wanted us at the location at two o'clock sharp, so Nacho and I arrived at twelve, had a snack and then made a tour around the house, looking for the best places to shoot. Then I set up the necessary equipment and now we sat in the lounge area of the living room, waiting for the woman to arrive. It was almost two thirty by then.
I put the camera down on the table on top of the standard issue contracts we had brought along that assured the ladies that we wouldn't expose them to the public and looked over to the porn star. He lay stretched out on the couch, his eyes closed against the sun that fell in thru the big ceiling window. If I hadn't known him I would have thought that he was perfectly relaxed, but after three months of working with and for him I knew that he was on edge. He hated to be made to wait, especially if he had expected to fuck someone right now.
"You want something to drink?" I asked nervously, just to break this unbearable silence.
"She's late!" he grunted, completely ignoring my question. He sat up and looked at me with icy grey eyes. "She said two o'clock!"
I ran my fingers through my hair and shrugged. "You can take it out on her ass... literally!" Dealing with Nacho was always a challenge. He wasn't as nuts as he acted in his flicks, but still a moody person.
"Maybe she won't come!" he grumbled. It had happened before. The woman got cold feet and spontaneously decided not to show up unannounced, which left both of us pretty frustrated.
"She'll show up!" I said; my tone more certain than I actually was. I checked my watch. "We'll wait another fifteen minutes..."
Just as he opened his mouth, probably to tell me to shut up, the doorbell rang. An annoying cheap-sounding chime. If I would live in a place like this I wouldn't be able to stand it, but if things went as planned it would be the last time I'd have to hear it.
Nacho's face lightened up. "Finally!" He stretched his muscular body out, then fell back onto the couch. "Mario, would you open the door?"
I sighed. Of course I was working for him, but from time to time I got the feeling that he exploited me as his personal butler. But what the hell, it wasn't really bothering me... I got up from the couch and left the living room, heading downstairs to open the big entrance door.
Just before I opened I took a second, breathed, fixed a strand of hair after a quick look into the mirror beside the door, then straightened myself and opened the door with a wide smile.
