*Another from the vault. This one originally written in May of 2017. This one is very porn and not very realistic. But, by now, if you've read my other stuff then you probably know what you're getting. As always, no protection is mentioned as it's fantasyland. But, safe sex should be practiced in the real world. Once again, as Van Wilder said, "Don't be a fool. Wrap your tool."
Oh yeah, there is an anal scene (spoiler). There is little to no prep for it mentioned in the story, which is very unrealistic and should not be tried. But you know...this is porn, not Shakespeare.*
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The high pitched tone of my phone shattered the night, waking me. I briefly wondered why I had picked this ringtone, then, I contemplated throwing my phone against the wall. I rolled over and grabbed my phone from the nightstand. Bringing it to my face I saw that it was Nina calling me...at 2:19 AM.
'Ah, great.'
I thought. No way could this be anything other than something bad.
"Hello," I said, sleepily.
"Hey, can you come pick me up?"
"Where are you?"
There was a brief pause, "The police station."
"Yeah...I'll be there in half an hour."
"Thanks."
I hung up without responding. Sometimes, being a minority owner in a porn company sucked. This was one of those times. I threw back the covers and swung my legs to the side of the bed. I got up and pulled on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and pulled on a light, leather jacket.
On the way to the police station, a lot of things ran through my head, most of them about Nina. She was one of the youngest girls on the roster at nineteen, and you could argue that she was the total package. Big breasts, big ass, in good shape, really good looking. When she reached her twenties, she was going to be gorgeous.
But, even with all of that, there has been some tension between the two of us over the last four to five months. When she was brought into the company, she was this fun, happy go lucky girl that liked to frequently hit the gym.
But, things changed when she started dating a guy that was older than she was. She started smoking pot and partying more, stopped going to the gym as much and her attitude sort of changed, as well. She used to have dark brown hair, these days it's more black, which sort of seems appropriate.
What a girl wants to do in her personal time is her business, but there are some things that I can't overlook as an executive. We have a drug policy that she violated and I wanted to send a message to the rest of the roster and Nina was going to be the one that got punished.
However, fellow executive and majority owner, Gina disagreed and made a case that she wasn't the only one that liked to smoke pot on the roster. That may have been true, but those girls hadn't been busted for it. In the end, she wasn't punished.
I wondered why Nina had called me. It seems like some of her friends, or other girls on the roster would have been a better choice than me. I was actually surprised that she hadn't called Gina. Not that it mattered now, though.
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I walked into the police station and saw Nina sitting on a bench. I was glad to see that she wasn't handcuffed to the bench or some hook or loop connected to the wall or something. She looked at me, but didn't really show any emotion.
She was wearing a pair of jeans, tennis shoes and a hooded sweatshirt. Her black hair was up in a ponytail. I looked over at the desk and the officer sitting behind it, looking bored. Walking up to the desk, I said, "I'm here to pick her up," pointing at Nina.
The guy looked at her, then back at me. "Are you her parent or legal guardian?" he asked.
I looked at him like the idiot that he appeared to be, "What does it matter? She's an adult."
The guy stared at me for a few seconds, before sliding a piece of paper in front of me. "You need to sign this."
"What is it?"
"A liability form."
"For what?"
"Just standard procedure."
"I'm not signing that. She can sign it."
"Fine, someone needs to sign it."
Nina rolled her eyes before standing up and walking over to the desk. She signed it, and turned around and started for the door. "Thanks for the picture," he called as we were about through the door.
As we were walking to the car, "What picture did you give him?"
"He wanted his picture taken with me."
"What for?"
"He recognized me."
"Great," I said, sarcastically.
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After leaving the police station, Nina was on her phone texting with someone. "What happened?"
"I was at a party, cops were called for noise or something stupid. When they got there, I had a bong in my hand and that's it."
I took a few deep breaths. "Why did you call me?"
"You weren't my first choice."
"Why didn't you call Gina?"
"Went to voicemail."
"Why not your parents?"
"Are you insane? Besides they're out of town."