I looked at the faces of my friends seated at the table around me. There was everything that I had expected to find. Disappointment, anger and sadness. Mark met my gaze and held it. A quick nod from him letting me know he was behind me and I had his support. Marty shook his head keeping his gaze fixed on the table. Maiara was quiet, her hand firmly grasping Mark's.
"Duncan, you can't do this." Brad said killing the silence. "You can't quit. You can't stop."
"Brad.." Mark said looking at him. "We don't have much of a choice."
"There's always a choice." Brad continued. "I know i'm not as locked into this world as you guys are. But in the restaurant, whenever I tell people I know you guys, their demeanor changes right away. They all admire the work you have put in and all you've done for this town." He took a beat to make sure that our eyes met. "If someone as obtuse about the ways of Hollywood as I am can see that, you know that you've done something special."
"What would you have me do?" I asked him feeling a lump in my throat. I never knew Brad felt this way and I couldn't help but feel a wave of emotion.
"Endure." He answered. His hand in a tight fist against the table. "It was always going to get worst before it got better. Change never comes easy and it never comes without a cost."
"Brad, how would you feel if it were you?" Marty finally spoke up. "If someone had intimate pictures or knowledge about you? About your family? What would you do?"
"I don't know." Brad answered after a beat. "But I do know, that you guys are fighting for something really important. There's bound to be people who are going to get hurt in the process. Our restaurant was blown up, with us almost inside it. If it wasn't for Duncan... " He took a beat. The memories of that awful night coming back to haunt us all. "We lost everything that night. But when we were called to help, we did what we could."
"That was your choice Brad." Mark chimed in. "We can't make that choice for them." Brad nodded realizing that it was a lost cause.
"I'm sorry Brad. I already called in a press conference for tomorrow." I revealed to everyone. "To stop this any other way, I would have to become someone i'm not." Everyone took a beat. Brad and Cindy were the first to rise to leave.
"We'll be there. At the press conference." Brad told me when he had reached the door. "By your side as always." I nodded to my friend who gave me a brief smile before leaving. Mark, Maiara and Connor were next. Maiara gave me a kiss on the cheek. Mark a solid pat on the back. Marty and I were left in the conference room, both of us leaning back against our chairs.
"What now?" Marty asked looking at the ceiling.
"This." I told him as I slid a plane ticket across the table.
"What?" He said seeming confused as he picked it up and looked at the destination. "Duncan!"
"Marty, enough." I told him as I stood from my chair. "We're losing In Talent. Makes you realize what's important in life. Go get her. No more fear." We looked at each other and he nodded. He stood and hugged me.
"Thank you!" He said before rushing for the elevator. Surprisingly it opened before he had even reached the button. Sasha Grey walked out wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a black top. She was dressed simply but still looked sexy. Marty took a beat to say hello to her, before riding the elevator back downstairs. As the doors shut, I noticed him clearly taking in the sight of Sasha's ass as she walked towards me.
"Sasha what are you doing here?" I asked her as she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.
"Oh I finished the changes on my novel and thought I should bring em over." She said proudly removing the pages from her purse. I held the hefty pages and felt a sadness at the realization that I couldn't go any further with it.
"Sasha, I'm sorry. But I don't think i'll be able to help you any further." I said trying to avoid her gaze.
"Why not? Are you dropping me as a client?" She asked not sure if I was joking or not.
"We, huh, we have to close the agency." I finally admitted to her.
"Because of the leaks?" She asked and I nodded. "I'm so sorry." She said as she pulled me in for a tight hug. I closed my eyes and chose to simply enjoy the human contact and the warmth of Sasha's skin. "Are you okay?" She asked holding me tighter.
"I really don't know how to answer that question." I told her. "Losing this place, everything we've worked for, hurts beyond belief. I know it's the right thing to do. But it's also the last thing I want to do."
"I know." Sasha said simply holding me. She looked up at me, the same sadness I felt was easily mirrored in her eyes. "Come with me. I want to show you something." Sasha held my hand and led me towards the elevator. "Follow me to my place okay?" She asked me when we had reached the garage. She headed for her car and I grabbed my bike.
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The ride was smooth. The night was cool and the streets of L.A were quiet. I parked my bike behind Sasha's car in the driveway. She stood and waited for me, reaching her hand out to me when I was close. Together we walked up her porch and into her lovely home. Just like her apartment in New York, this house felt as though she had decorated it herself. No high end expensive designers for Miss Grey.
I followed her into the living room where she ordered me to sit on the couch. I obeyed, sinking into the comfortable couch as though I couldn't stay standing a minute longer. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Thoughts about the upcoming press conference came streaming into my mind. I tried to figure out what I would say.
Thankfully Sasha sat besides me, bringing my thoughts back to the the present. She had two photo albums in her lap. She handed the one that was on top over to me. I looked at her quizzically. A warm nod and a smile from her was all I needed to know that I should probably open it. Nothing could have prepared me for what was inside.
Picture after picture were of Sasha in the nude. I quickly felt my arousal rise as I took in her wonderfully tight body. Her perfectly shaped breasts and hard nipples were on display in some marvelous shots that clearly had been taken by a professional. I continued flipping through picture after picture of Sasha. The further along I got, the more there was to see. Towards the end she was in the most erotic positions. In some she was sucking dicks, others she was riding a hard one, her ass cheeks flexing deliberately. In a few she was taking a cock in her ass. My hands were shaking with envy.
"I'm sure you're wondering why I'm showing you this." Sasha finally spoke up as I reached the end of the album. I simply nodded, not entirely sure I could fully trust myself to speak. "This was my career. For a long time, I thought that this was all I could do. That I would forever be known mostly for my body and the things that it could do." She explained as she practically pried the album away from my hands, and placed the second one in my lap.
I opened the second album and smiled widely. There were pictures of course but very different ones. Some were of Sasha on her book tour. Some were of her as she traveled around Europe DJing in clubs and partying with the best of them. What caught my eye, was that in both sets of pictures, Sasha constantly smiled proudly. She was happy and comfortable with her sexuality as she was doing other activities that required clothing.
"This is me now." She said softly. "I'm an author, a DJ. I use my mind and my creativity and I love it just as much as I loved using my body. This second half might not have been possible without you." She said kissing my cheek. "You always encouraged me and that meant something. You pushed me to reconcile all the different parts of myself, and i'll always be grateful."
"Thank you." I said feeling overwhelmed.
"I know you're sad, but you should know that everything you did meant something to me. And i'm sure to plenty of others." She said with her hand running behind my neck. She pulled me towards her and soon enough, our lips were locked in a deep and passionate kiss. I would be lying if I said I never imagined this, but none of my wildest dreams could have prepared me for the wonder that was Sasha Grey. "Let me keep thanking you." She said as she quickly pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside.
My eyes were locked onto her small but perfectly shaped breast. Her hard nipples were like beacons calling out to me. I gulped as I watched her unbuckle her jeans and started to take them off. I licked my lips as her small almost non existent thong was revealed. Soon her thighs and shapely legs were right before my eyes. I feasted upon this beautiful specimen as my cock seemed to get so much harder.
Sasha reached a hand out to me. I held it and allowed her to pull me to my feet. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for another hot, mouth watering kiss. I couldn't help myself as my hands began to explore. I ran them up and down her spine causing her to moan and shiver in my arms. I slowly lowered them to what many would describe as her best feature, the wonderfully plump bubble butt of hers.
"Mhmmm!" Sasha moaned into my mouth as my hands groped and caressed the soft cheeks of her ass. Meanwhile Sasha's hands were busy unbuckling my pants. "I've wanted to see this for so long." She whispered to me before dropping to her knees before me, taking my pants and underwear with her. "Oh, such a nice cock!" Sasha said as she wrapped her soft hand around the length of my cock which was staring her right in the face.
I watch with lust and need as the brunette licked her lips and slowly pumped my hard cock. Sasha place her hands behind my thighs and pulled me towards her. She opened her mouth and instantly allowed my cock to enter it.
