Yes I Was A Porn Star Pt 01

Everyone having sex is at least 18. This story is 100% is fiction, I made it all up. Warning: this is a self-edited story. I do use Grammarly to help reduce my ability to murder the English language. Special thanks to goducks1 for his help. Every story is better because of him.

*****

Chapter 1 -- No Place Like Home

I shout at the moving man, "HEY! Be careful with those boxes. My shit's worth more than your van."

The asshole is hitting every wall in the house with the moving boxes. My career is in those boxes. Ten freaking years as a porn star, all in three boxes. I am moving back to Chicago after twelve years in Los Angeles. I couldn't stand the lifestyle or the industry. I am glad to be retired. It took me two years to make the move, due to lack of motivation. Some friends finally forced me, they hired the movers and put my sorry ass on an airplane!

I am on a downward spiral in my life, and my friends failed to help. It isn't their fault, I am a mess. They had hope that a change of scenery would help me, especially since I'm coming home. My former agent got me a great deal on a place in downtown Chicago. It's small, but I don't need much.

I am through with women, I never did guys, and not about to start. Right now, my career is working my way to the end of a bottle. I have a lot of talent doing this, and it's working out pretty good so far. I enjoy this far more than acting in porn.

Financially, I am set for life. I had a fantastic agent that made me live on a slim budget. He invested my money wisely; I live off dividends and from my divorces. What I don't spend gets re-invested. I was famous enough that I never leave my house. It's humiliating having every woman grope me. Every guy is jealous of his woman if they are within 100 feet of me. It made life no fun to live. That is why the bottles call out to me, and I willingly answer. I just want this to end.

Even the sex wasn't that good. Start, stop, change the angle, change position, whining co-stars (male and female), complaints about dialog, complaints about screen time, complaints about editing. By the end of the film, I wanted to kill everyone. Nobody thought I was serious, they thought I was being funny and ignored me. They had no clue how much they all annoyed me.

An hour later, the movers finish, I sign the paperwork, and they leave. Finally. I make a resolution. I will empty half a box for each bottle I drink. I need more bottles of booze. TV works and I have a couch, I am set. Nothing else matters.

My studio apartment is small. It has lots of windows with a fantastic view of downtown Chicago. I am on the top floor looking south. I can see most of the downtown buildings and the lake. I can walk to a beach, although I can't see me doing that. I should call my sisters and let them know I am back in town. Maybe tomorrow I will call. I don't feel like it now.

I am 30, that makes Tina 32, Abby 35, and Kathy is 28. I don't know anything about them, what they look like, or even what their phone numbers are. My lawyers will find them. We have no parents; they both died a few years after I moved out. I think my sisters are married; it seems to me I sent them checks for their weddings. I wonder, am I an uncle?

I have no use for my sisters and am in no rush to see them again. They ignored me my entire life. We were not part of each other's lives. Now that I think of it, I haven't talked to them since I left, shortly after I turned 18. They may not even want to talk to me. Why would they?

Chapter 2 -- I get Tortured

I guess it's about three months later that my sister Kathy and building security surprise me. I drank a bit, and I fell off the couch sometime during the night. I did manage to keep one leg on the sofa. Good thing that it is, or I would have fallen. Oh wait, I am already on the floor. It's an anchor for me. Everything is slowly spinning, without my anchor, it would be worse. I have no idea how they can stand, they are swaying a lot. I need my bottle, where did Jose go?

I do remember the kick to the ribs by Kathy. She seemed mad at me even when I stopped singing. She leaves, comes back, and she and the guard take me against my will. I need to remember that I should bring them up on charges. They drag me to my washroom, and I am thrown into the tub where they try to drown me in boiling water.

+++++

When I wake up I am in the bathtub, my head is killing me, and I can hear my sister screaming on the telephone. She needs to talk softer or better yet, not at all. I am in clothes, and they are all wet. I empty my stomach and feel much better, none of it hit the floor. Wow, am I cool or what?

+++++

I wake up later and realize I am not so cool. My vomit is with me in the tub. I stand up and empty more of my stomach then walk to the shower. Oh, does that feel good. I turn on the hot water, and I feel much better. I strip out of my wet clothes. As I am sobering up, I remember my sister is here. She had to tell me that because I doubt I would recognize her.

I exit the shower and walk towards the kitchen. I need a bagel or bread, something to soak up the alcohol. I was going to eat a bun, Kathy takes it from me. I don't remember buying green buns. She hands me a fresh bakery item that is light brown and smells divine. I do love fresh bakery of all kinds. This must be a sister, they remember I love bakery!

Kathy seems angry with me, "Do you realize you are dripping on the floor and are 100% naked in front of your sister?"

I am hungry, I don't answer, I keep eating. This is good stuff. Is Kathy talking to me?

She is mad, but I need some answers first, "Who are you? Why are you here still? Why did you break into my house? Why the torture? One last thing STOP YELLING! My head hurts a lot. I do love this bakery; I need to find this place. Thanks."

Kathy grabs me by the arm and the muffins with the other arm. She drags me to the couch and throws a blanket over me. That was nice of her. She seems to be treating me like a little child again. I hated when she did that to me. I am two years older, she is the child, not me.

Kathy starts on me, "Every year on mom's birthday, we get together to remember her. We spin a bottle and the one it stops at looks for you. For six years we struck out. This was my year to look. I found records of you buying this place. I come down and after five minutes of banging, no answer. I get security, and we find you in a drunken stupor.

"You are gross. How can you live like this? You are lucky to even be alive. You have money and are famous. Security recognized you when the door opened. You don't need to live like this."

Typical of my sister, money solves everything.

I was far meaner than I wanted to be when I answered, "You have no idea the living hell that my life is. I'm a prisoner in my own home. This isn't a life anymore, this is me waiting to die. I didn't ask you to come here and assault me. This is my life, and I will live it MY way. You can get the hell out of here. Go back to your happy life and leave me alone, I'm fine. I don't need saving. I don't need your pity. I don't need you. GO HOME! Go find some other loser to save. I don't want any ... saving."

In a huff, Kathy gets up, slaps my face and leaves, stomping her feet way too loud. The door slams so hard, I hear the hinges rattle. I wait a few minutes, so she is out of the building. I put on a robe. Today, I am going out. I bring the wrapper for a muffin downstairs and ask the security man if the bakery is close. He assures me it is. I ask for directions. He takes my arm forcibly and drags me across the room, about thirty feet. There is a deli and bakery there. Wonder when they put that in. I ask. Five years ago.

A cute brunet is behind the counter. Her eyes light up at seeing me. Swell.

I order, "A ham sandwich on rye with mayo and a roast beef on wheat with mustard, you can pick a cheese, lettuce and tomato on both. Six, no a dozen random bakery items."

As she starts making the sandwiches, she bashfully asks, "Are you ..."

I cut her off, "No, that's my brother. I lost my cock in a hunting accident. I live off the insurance money. Thanks for making me remember such a humiliating event."

Making people feel bad is the surest way to make them stop talking to you. That will shut her up for a while. She makes my sandwiches and packages up my bakery.

As she hands me the bag of my food, she whispers, "Next time you want to lie about your cock, don't wear a robe that swings open."

As I turn a bright shade of red, I reply, "Excellent observation." I pay for the food and walk away.

I go up to my room and eat three pieces of the bakery. The rest goes in the fridge, which was empty, everything is in the garbage. Kathy! I remember the green roll now, I will give her the benefit of the doubt and leave it all there. This deli looks much more promising.

Chapter 3 -- Strike Two!

I wake up the next morning to a pounding at my door. A slow, steady beating of a fist. How fucking annoying!

I open the door to a gorgeous blond in front of me. Quickly, she slips past me and slaps my face as she walks into my apartment. She takes off a light coat and sits in a chair by my couch.

I ask in a slightly offended way, "Who the fuck are you and what do you want?"

Abby asks, "How many of your sisters have blond hair?"

I ask bewildered, "Were you always blond?"

Abby asks, "Steve, what has happened to you? Kathy was ecstatic to find you, and now she would rather kill you. Did you have to be so mean to her? Tell me your story, I need to find out what was so wonderful that you ignored us for twelve years."

My head still hurts from yesterday, and I'm still angry. "Fuck you. You've ignored me for thirty years. I played in band and lettered in three sports for four years in high school. Did any of you ever attend anything I did? Did you ever buy me a present that wasn't a gift card? I was gone for seven years before you even started looking for me. I remember my conversation with Kathy yesterday, and I can still do simple math calculations.

"I wanted to be a real actor, not do porn. But I got stuck in porn and then all my relationships out there were shallow. My friends wanted to hang around me for my money. I can't be around a woman, or men get jealous. For ten years I was on top. Then I spent two years trying to be a real actor, and I got one late night commercial. I was a joke. I gave up and came home. There, you happy? Women have made my life a living hell, I just want to be left alone. That includes you three, I have no need for you. When I die you three will get all my money, then you can have a nice life. I hope it brings you some fucking happiness like it has for me."

Abby stands up, puts her coat back on and walks to the door. I can see she is fuming. I guess we didn't hit it off right away. Oh well, fuck her! I don't need this shit, I don't need her, I don't need anybody.

She opens the door and says to me, "You are a hateful and ungrateful person. I came over here to offer you my help. I don't need you in my life. Goodbye and keep your God damn money!"

She slams the door shut.

Chapter 4 -- Homerun!

It's early evening, the sun has just gone down, and I am looking out on to the beautiful city. My doorbell rings once. Well, that is unusual. This, I must see, who can be acting normal around me? I go to the door and open it. Standing in the doorway is a thin, black-haired, woman with huge tits. She is tiny, roughly 5' 4" tall and 90 pounds. She could have been stunning but with the bloodshot black eyes, then add cuts and bruises on her arms, and she is a pathetic looking mess.

On seeing me, she smiles. Oh my, she even has intelligence. No way she can be related to me. I bet she is selling Girl Scout cookies.

Tina shyly says, "They said you were mean and angry, you might kill me for breathing your air."

No shit, this must be ... Tina. At least they warned her. Maybe Tina is smart enough to be kind. Maybe.

I respond nicely, "They weren't as polite as you. You look like a train wreck. What the hell happened to you?"

She simply says, "John, my husband," as the door to the elevator opens. A thin man emerges with anger in his eyes. He has a bit of muscle making him a little dangerous. I have seen his kind a bunch, I can tell by the look and now the smell. He is crazy, and his eyes are now on Tina. He walks to my door quickly.

Tina slips past me and is crying behind me, she hides in a corner. I take out my phone and dial the front desk without losing eye contact with John. I can hear the front desk say "Hello?" I punch the speaker phone button and then give my full attention to John. I don't like this situation at all.

John says, "I just want to talk to her."

In a clear deep voice (acting) I say, "You know I'm Steve Schlong and you're standing at room 1804. From the looks of the beating your wife took, I am guessing she doesn't want to see you. You are past security; this is a restricted area. I am asking you to leave. Now. Do you hear me? 1804 does NOT want you here. Please leave now!"

John says, "That's my wife. We had a small disagreement. I want to take her home where we can discuss this calmly."

My first thought is, "Yeah, right. Discuss? Does everyone think I am stupid?"

When I don't say anything or move an inch, he tries to run past me. That is a horrible idea. My anger is back, and it's focused on John. I have been working out for the last twelve years so I could continue to get good parts. I am tall, muscular and in great shape. I toss my phone to the side, pick John up, take a few steps forward, and plant him into the wall in the hallway outside my condo, about three feet off the ground.

In a very controlled voice, I tell John, "This is not going to end well. I have nothing to live for, I just might grab you and jump out a window from the 18th floor. Are you ready to die, John? Are you? I really don't mind. I could take a few swings at you like you did Tina. You think that would be fun John? I bet I can hit a whole lot harder than you can. And much harder than Tina can. Want to test me ... John?"

John tries to counter, "That's my wife in there, she goes home with me. You need to butt out."

I tell John, "Those wounds look pretty fresh. How about we go down to the police department and have a talk with them. Does that sound good, you little piece of shit? Or, would you rather stay with me while I string you up and pretend you are a boxing bag and practice my punches on your face like you did with my sister."

John starts kicking and wants to get away. As I think about my options, the window is looking better by the moment. However, the elevator opens, and the security guard is back with his gun drawn. John is saved.

Security guy, "You can you put him down. I got this."

I ask, "Are the police on the way?"

Security, "Yes, they're on their way up now."

I pull John away from the wall, but he is still off the ground.

I explain, "Tina's in my apartment, I'm not letting him have another run at her. Can you restrain him?" He shakes his head no.

We are saved, the police show up and begin asking for the facts.

John asks, "Hey, can you make him put me down?"

Poor John is hanging by his collar, I am still holding him up.

The police officer muffles a laugh, "Yes, I can. However, that's an incredible show of strength, it'd be fun to see how long he can keep you up."

I put John down, "My arm's getting tired." I'm not here to amuse these guys.

The police take statements from Tina and me. They arrest John and take him away.

For three hours I hear what a jerk my sister is married to. She will go downtown and press charges, he will make bail. She will get an order of protection. For two years that asshole has been abusing my sister. I now have a new mission in life, protect my sister. No more alcohol and hiding in a bottle. She needs help. It's that simple, I need something to live for. I never saw this coming, but this is good for me, for a while.

I fill in the building's security people, so they know what's happening. My sisters ok. I provide pictures of all John's family from Tina's Facebook account, they are not allowed.

After the police leave, Tina asks, "Can I stay here tonight? I can't go back home. Not tonight, not ever. That's no longer home for me. I would feel much safer with you around me. Pleaseeeeeeeeee."

She has cuddled up under three blankets and is still shaking. She did stop crying, that is a positive sign.

I explain feeling a bit guilty, "I moved in here three months ago. I think I have unpacked four boxes. If you can find my clothes, you can have anything you want to sleep in. They're all marked. An old jersey or dress shirt would look good on you for sleeping. I will find you some clean sheets and blankets so you can sleep in the bed. We can go shopping tomorrow for all the little things you will need. I have plenty of money, you can stay here for as long as you like. I will protect you from now on. However, I don't want to see your sisters tonight. They annoyed me. Let's take them on tomorrow after we get a good night's sleep. Text them, so they know you are OK and John is in jail."

I've only emptied two boxes so far. It took a while to find my clothes and fill my closets and dresser. I assemble the bed. I find sheets, blankets, pillows, and other bathroom related things. I am on a roll, I start on the kitchen next. While in there I see my sister swaying, fighting to stay awake. I thought she was on the couch still. She must want some sleep.

I pick her up in my big muscular arms with ease. She protests but doesn't complain too much. I have some clothes out for her. I set her down on the bed, gently. We used compresses on her eyes and cleaned up her arms as best I could.

I command her, "You're almost falling asleep. Put this on and go to bed, I'm going to do a few more boxes and then I'll be out on the couch if you need me. I do just fine out there. Good night pumpkin."

I kiss her on the top of the head and hug her hard. I leave the room closing the door on my way out. Twenty minutes later, I hear the creaking of the door as it opens. Tina walks out in a dress shirt of mine. On her, it is a dress, and it's too big. She looks adorable. I sit up and stare at her. She has long black hair, a broad face that holds big green eyes and a small nose. Her breasts are enormous for her size, certainly a large C cup. She is small but gorgeous.

She shows no emotions on her face. I would almost believe that she is sleepwalking if she wasn't keeping her eyes on me. She knows exactly where I am and what I am doing. I am watching her float around the room. She looks calm and in control.

What does she want? One by one she turns off all the lights. She then uses both hands to drag me to my room.

I am nervous, "Um, Tina, we can't do this."

Tina says in a very firm voice, "I don't care what you did or where you were. Tonight, I want someone to hold and protect me from my nightmares. You are the only man I trust right now. Get in bed or else ..."

I just had to smile as this tiny woman is looking up at me. She is standing in front of this huge guy (me) that dwarfs her, and she is telling me what I must do. Then she threatens me with an 'or else.' Funny girl. I get in bed, she spoons into me. She is snuggled up in my arms like a baby bear in his mother's den. It's been a long day for both of us. We fall asleep quickly.

Chapter 5 -- Round Two

We are both awakened by the doorbell and knocking on the door. It sounds urgent. We both get up. Tina curls up in a blanket on the couch, and I answer the door with a baseball bat in hand. My sisters fly by me in a flash, leaving a coffee cup holder with four cups of coffee and a large bag of fresh bakery in my hands. They embrace Tina in a full hug, and the tears start again from all three.