Dorothy could actually hear her own labored breathing. Wasn't anyone going to say anything? Had the fact that she had been pretty much improvising from the get-go been that obvious? Had her exhausting performance been that transparent?
Then, the sound staged erupted in loud applause, hoots, yells and ear-piercing wolf whistles. Quentin was the first one to reach Dorothy. "Great! Fantastic! Stupendous!" His ear-to-ear grin was like the Cheshire cat's. "I don't care if you were acting or not, your performance was... It was un-FUCKING-believable!"
"Really? I was that convincing?"
"Dorothy, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes... If I didn't know better, I would swear that this wasn't your first time being multiple blacksexed... let alone doing it on film."
"You only think you know better, Quentin," Dorothy said in all seriousness. "You really don't know me at all." Quentin was dead on right, but it served her better having him think that he was maybe only partially right about her.
Lincoln appeared in the circle of bright light, her robe and a towel in his hands. "Come on, Dot, let's get you cleaned up."
Star Brite was suddenly standing between Quentin and Lincoln. "And I say she isn't done yet." Star's eyes were spitting pure fire. There was a silver smear of cum at the corner of her mouth. "You did okay with four nice guys, whore. How well you'll hold up under a serious triple team is another matter." Star thrust her pelvis in Dorothy's face. "Especially with one of the three costars, doing you honestly hard this time, being another woman."
If she looked in Lincoln's direction, Dorothy was sure he would leap to her defense. Her black knight in shining armor. But, save her onceâfrom something so insignificantâand he would have to come to her rescue from now on. No, all she had to do was put up an unflustered front, call this bitch's bluff, raise the stakes high enough that Star Brite wouldn't want to play, and this would be all over.
"Let's do it," she challenged. She pushed Star away from her and did a backward summersault, coming up on her knees in the middle of the bed. "Get your uppity ass out of those cheap-tramp clothes and bring on your big bad boys. Right here! Right FUCKING now! Whore!"
Quentin's polished mahogany face went ashen gray. "That's enough, you two. I will not..."
"Stay out of this, Quent!" Dorothy and Star snapped at the same time.
There was a deathly silence on the set as the established star and the newbie faced each other down. A pair of tired blue eyes lurking in the shadowsâlong-jaded eyes, that had seen it all, in someone who had done it all, with a soul they considered beyond any sort of redemptionâcould see what neither of the young women on the set could; that they were probably a lot more alike than there were any significant differences between the two of them. All it would take would be for one of themâeither of themâto laugh at cutting Quentin off at the knees simultaneously and this explosive situation would be defused. There would still be an intense rivalry between them, but there was a more than even chance that this stupid, senseless feud would be relegated to little more than a footnote in one of their future memoirs on life in the porn game.
But, given human nature, egotistical arrogance got in the way of a potentialâif adversarialâfriendship. "You're on!" Star spat and small white buttons flew every which way as she ripped open her blouse. The intense lights glinting off the gold rings through her engorged pink nipples and the gold chain suspended between them threw illusionary sparks of red and emerald green fire. "Teak, Steele, on the set. Now!"
Lincoln winced as Teak and Steele moved in to flank Star; their long black dicks already hard and leaking precum. Star had to have sicked fluffers on both of them the instant she had been rudely shoved out of Dorothy's light. Teak Woods and Steele Bleu were two of O/D's premier studs, but they both also shared Star Brite's bed on almost a nightly basis. It was why he hadn't picked either of them for Dorothy's screen test; they were Star's champions and he couldn't guarantee anything from either of them. Dorothy was not going to have an easy time of it. But...
With resolutely squared shoulders, Lincoln moved back to his previous watcher position. Dorothy could look his way all she wanted, she could even call out his name and he wouldn't move from this spot. Had Star instigated this, he would have grabbed Dorothy and taken her to a hot shower. But, Dorothy had been the one to throw down the gauntlet; she would sink or swim without assistance from anyone. The same savage, ruthless law applied in the porn world that existed in the jungle; you were either an eater, or the one who got eaten... alive.
Dorothy saw Linc back away and knew in her gut that she would find no help in him. Even Quentin had moved back. Everyone outside the ring of light would be watching her... and waiting. She was all on her own... and she had done it to herself... all by herself. She couldn't even hold Star partially responsible for the make or break predicament she was now in; the established star was simply reacting to a perceived threat to her position.
Perceived, hell! That stupid high school stunt of spitting cum in Star Brite's mouth had precipitated this and now the newbie was going to have to put up, or get the hell out. Star had gotten rid of her micro-mini skirtânot that it had covered that much of her, anyway. She was standing with her hands on her hips, her stance challengingly defiant.
Dorothy tried not to stare at Star's shaved pussy, instead she tried to fixate on the woman's jade belly button stud, but it wasn't enough to keep her eyes from straying to the two hard black dicks that were aimed right at her. The glistening ebony weapons those two chiseled black statues, Teak and Steele, were both packing were ominous... in the extreme. At least 9 inches, maybe 10 (possibly even 11 inches) apiece... both of them not quite, but almost wrist thick... both prominently veined, with angry purple heads nearly the size of her fist.