Racquel Darrian, former Penthouse Pet and Vivid pornstar stared in the mirror as she finished up her make-up. She had been fighting again with her boyfriend, Derrick, who also starred in adult films -- usually with Racquel.
She had actually been lucky. This past year Derrick finally started letting her take on other guys on-screen and she was secretly having a blast making secret lists of men she wanted to fuck on camera. It was something her girlfriends did when they were touring around the country performing at strip-clubs.
Derrick was usually there, making sure the fans didn't get too close or grab her ass. He liked to work out most of the day and used his muscle to intimidate Racquel's fans. When he couldn't make it to the shows, Racquel liked to party it up, teasing her fans in ways that would have infuriated Derrick.
She liked running her hands over the muscular day-laborers that came in, and sitting close to the nerds who probably jacked off all day about banging her was the ultimate treat. She liked to get close to her fans. Some girls didn't. The circular booths were just off stage, and were perfect for flirting. Her loyal fans would sit there for hours waiting for her to drop in. Wearing only a thong and heels, she would press her naked thigh against their polyester pants and put one hand on their leg as she chatted away, letting her fingers slide up to the hot bulge in their pants. Her little game was always to keep the eye contact going as her long fingernails drew close to the swollen dick, just enough to cause a twitch. When Racquel Darrian, former Penthouse Pet and Vivid pornstar stared in the mirror as she finished up her make-up. She had been fighting again with her boyfriend, Derrick, who also starred in adult films -- usually with Racquel.
She had actually been lucky. This past year Derrick finally started letting her take on other guys on-screen and she was secretly having a blast making secret lists of men she wanted to fuck on camera. It was something her girlfriends did when they were touring around the country performing at strip-clubs.
Derrick was usually there, making sure the fans didn't get too close or grab her ass. He liked to work out most of the day and used his muscle to intimidate Racquel's fans. When he couldn't make it to the shows, Racquel liked to party it up, teasing her fans in ways that would have infuriated Derrick.
She liked running her hands over the muscular day-laborers that came in, and sitting close to the nerds who probably jacked off all day about banging her was the ultimate treat. She liked to get in close to her fans. Some girls didn't. The circular booths were just off stage, and were perfect for flirting. Her loyal fans would sit there for hours waiting for her to drop in. Wearing only a thong and heels, she would press her naked thigh against their polyester pants and put one hand on their leg as she chatted away, letting her fingers slide up to the hot bulge in their pants. Her little game was always to keep the eye contact going as she closer to the swollen dick. When they gasped, she would break off the eye contact, give them a seductive smile and move on. That would be plenty to keep them busy jacking off for years to come.
In the VIP room rentals, fans would shell out hundreds of dollars for a one-on-one show. Derrick hated that and would always stand around outside the curtain, ready to jump in and yank any jerks that would cross the line. This would never happen, since Racquel really didn't mind letting men — if she thought they were exciting -- put their arm around her as she sat on their laps. If Derrick was being particularly bothersome that day, she might shove her tits in some dirty biker's face and let him suck on them while she laughed it up inside.
During the photo ops, fans could line up and get their picture taken with Racquel. Derrick also hated this, but knew it was a big money maker. Racquel would get a little drunk to be loosened up and then would sit on the lap of each fan, getting a quick polaroid taken that she would sign for them. It was $25 a pop and it was easy money. She started out sitting on laps wearing panties, but in recent months it had become the norm to strip off the g-string and wear only knee high boots or heels. Racquel loved sitting on all the laps, and if she felt a bulge back there she would always acknowledge it by grinding her ass into it, or brushing her fingertips over the top.
One night, about 20 black fellas came in and all wanted their picture taken with Racquel. A nervous Derrick stood nearby humiliated as one black guy after another got a few seconds of naked pornstar sitting in their laps. It was late in the evening and Racquel was feeling pretty loose, grinding on each schlong with her tight ass. All their dicks seemed to shoot right down the trouser leg. Could Derrick see how hung these guys were? Some of the men were straight-up gangstas, so they were grabbing her waist like she was a piece of meat, pushing her down on their pulsating cocks, just not giving a fuck. Racquel let them. Derrick would never know. It was her personal treat to have all these men touching her tiny waistline. She wanted to reach around and grab some cock, but was afraid the guys would talk it up in front of Derrick. That would be more trouble than it was worth.
After they left, her heart was racing. Some of the onlookers, mostly redneck truckers, had been pissed to see 'a buncha niggas' handling their dream boat, but Racquel had also noticed how turned on most of her fans were. This made her excited in a new and exhilarating way. Even the cocktail waitress' had stopped serving to watch Racquel getting passed around. Derrick was sulking afterwards, so Racquel ignored him. Backstage, some of the strippers were giggling, giving Racquel a hard time about giving it up for 'the hood.'
Two of the girls started telling stories about taking on black guys out in the parking lot after closing. Teresa, a platinum blond, and Eva, a sexy Hispanic Eva Longoria-type babe, told Racquel these old fellas liked to hang out after closing, hoping to talk one of the tipsy strippers into partying in their pleasure van. The guys apparently could get pushy and didn't except a 'no' easily. They kept at it because they knew their method ultimately worked. They also knew they could wear down a tired gal who really just needed to get her off her stilletos for a few minutes. A stripper would sneak off into their van for a quick drink, or to smoke some weed and she'd end up at 3am on the van's dirty mattress; legs open, heels pointed skyward, getting drilled while her turned off phone piled up voicemails from paranoid boyfriends.
Teresa had let these guys bang her a couple of times and suspected several other girls had been poked. The men, both out of shape construction foremen, had a gift for seducing young, pretty white gals and hinted to Racquel she might want to give it a go.
Racquel nervously declined, telling Teresa and Eva Derrick would be around and was most likely right outside the door.
"Anyway, those old guys couldn't compete with those young gangbangers who were touching me tonight." She laughed nervously, realizing for the first time she had admitted out loud she was lusting after some of the black meat that had come her way.