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  Table of Contents

  Author’s Note:

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  Chapter Fifty

  Chapter Fifty-One

  Chapter Fifty-Two

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgements

  About the author

  Alexxxa

  by

  D.T. Dyllin

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Alexxxa Copyright 2014 by D.T. Dyllin

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  Edited by Megan D. Martin

  ISBN-13 978-1-941126-25-7

  ISBN-10: 1941126251

  For more information visit: www.dtdyllin.com

  Author’s Note:

  Some of you may be wondering why I wrote a romance novel with a heroine that’s a porn star. The answer is simple: For me, writing is an opportunity to not only expel my inner demons, but to maybe, hopefully, get some people to think about things—to start asking questions. Like why, in romance novels, is it okay for men to have sex with tons of women and in no way will this affect the possibility of him finding love in the future? But if a woman has a lot of sex then she’s a slut and incapable of love. This notion is an affront to my feminist sensibilities. A woman should be free to make whatever decisions she wants for herself and her body. That idea should be reflected in romance novels. So this book is my way of saying that the ‘slut shaming’ must stop. Everyone deserves a chance at love, and they’ll get it in my books. In closing: Read and do whatever you wish, but never try to make other people feel bad about their choices just because they aren’t yours. Feminism is about having the right to choose. Your mind, your body… your choice.

  The question isn’t who’s going to let me;

  It’s who is going to stop me.

  ~Ayn Rand

  Chapter One

  “Yeah, baby. Just like that. Fuck.”

  My eyes burned and tears streamed down my face. Donny had a firm grip in my long blonde hair as I deep throated him. Not an easy task since he was well over nine inches and he wasn’t too shabby in the girth department either. But ever the professional, I kept up my ministrations until he slid out of my mouth with an audible pop and came all over my face and tits. I moaned and gazed up at my co-star adoringly.

  “Mmmm…” I purred. “You taste so good.” My tongue snaked out to capture some of his cum from the corner of my mouth. He didn’t taste good though, he was much too bitter. I guess he hadn’t taken the advice about drinking pineapple juice. Oh well, I didn’t make the big bucks by being a diva. At least none of his spunk had made its way into my eyes. That always burned like hell.

  “Aaaand cut! We got it! Thanks everyone!” the director called loudly.

  I stood slowly, stretching as I went, my entire body sore. I rubbed my jaw and grabbed my robe. No one even bothered to offer me a baby wipe or towel or anything. I may make top dollar and be at the top of everyone’s list of who they wanted for their next film, but only the new girls got coddled. Some days, I missed being the new kid on the block. I snagged a baby wipe from a pouch on the floor and rubbed it over my sticky skin. “Hey, Henry, I’m taking a shower break.” I called to my director who was talking to two unfamiliar men.

  He waved me off with a muttered, “Be back in twenty, we still have the group scene to film.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” I snapped, before heading out.

  I’d always loved sex. Even when I was a snot nosed pre-teen, my hormones just beginning to ramp up, I took a voracious interest in sex. I researched it with a single-minded obsession… Magazines, books…movies. Aaaah…porno movies. From the very first film I saw, I was entranced. My best friend Devlin snuck a video from his older brother’s collection for us to watch out of curiosity. When I saw Devlin’s rapt gaze, I knew something immediately. I wanted to be just like those girls in the video. I wanted men to love me like that. Because to me, sex and love were all mixed up. I didn’t have a father or brother, or any male role model to teach me otherwise. I had Devlin, and when I asked him if he wanted me to take his dick in my mouth like the girls in the porn we were watching, he didn’t protest. No guy has ever protested.

  It was something that had always made me proud, surely it pointed to the fact that I was loved and adored. And if people loved me, that meant I was a good person, right? I just wasn’t feeling much of the love anymore. In fact, I wasn’t feeling much of anything anymore. Maybe I was burnt out? I’d seen other porn stars go through it. Some quit, some took an extended vacation, and some pushed through it. I was opting for the latter. Or maybe I wasn’t burnt out… I could be getting sick. My head was feeling kind of stuffy. Hmmm…

  “Alexa!” Henry yelled down the hallway just before I could duck into my dressing room.

  Can’t I even get twenty minutes to myself? I slid my eyes shut for a moment and inhaled deeply before plastering a fake smile on my face and turning around. “Yes, Henry?”

  Henry’s rotund figure bustled towards me, sweat dripping down his temples. The two unfamiliar men he’d been talking to before followed leisurely behind him. “Alexa, I—we need to talk to you.”

  I heaved a huge sigh and crossed my arms over my chest. “All right. But I’m still taking my shower before the next scene. This chat isn’t eating into my twenty minute break.” What I really wanted was a nice relaxing bubble bath, but I didn’t have the
time…or a tub in my dressing room. A shower would have to do for the time being.

  “Fine, fine,” Henry responded dismissively. He turned his gaze upon the two men who had come to a halt on his left. One was wearing an expensive suit and gave off the aura of some kind of lawyer. He was nothing special to look at though. And the other…well, the other was interesting. There was no better word to describe him. The first thing that caught my attention was his shockingly blue eyes, which were highlighted by dark, inky eyelashes. A pair of black-rimmed glasses were perched on his nose, framing his icy gaze to perfection. He was tall and thin but had wiry muscles, at least that’s the way it seemed to me, and I was usually pretty good at judging body builds through clothing. His arms were brightly decorated in two full tattoo sleeves. He was kind of cute in a geeky way. I didn’t go for geeks though, so definitely not my type, cute or not. Who am I kidding? If he has a working penis then he’s my type.

  I bit my lip and batted my eyelashes, extending my hand towards the inked up skinnier version of Clark Kent. “What’s a Dalek?” I asked, eyeing up his t-shirt, which had a weird looking robot thing on it with the accompanying term ‘Dalek’.

  His lips turned up into a tiny smirk. “You don’t know what a Dalek is… shocker.”

  I shrugged and dropped my hand, letting my eyes dance onto the real area of interest, his crotch. “I don’t really care about your stupid t-shirt, just what’s under it. Or really, what you’re packing in your pants.”

  “Hands off, Alexa,” Henry snapped with irritation. “This is David Jonez and his lawyer Michael Folio. They’re here because David wants to do a documentary about the porno business, and he wants you to be the star.”

  “You say his name like I should know it or something.”

  “He did that film about—oh never mind. Michael brought contracts and I want you to go over them with him. David and his crew are going to start filming tomorrow.”

  I groaned. “Who says I want to be followed around by a bunch of film people twenty four seven. Besides, I’m supposed to have the next two weeks off. I was planning a trip to my hometown for the first time in years. I—“

  David’s face suddenly became super animated and he bounced up onto the balls of his feet. “That’s perfect! We’ll go with her!” he said to Henry like I wasn’t even there.

  “No, no you won’t.” I wasn’t digging Clark—David very much anymore. I had sex on film for money, that didn’t mean I wanted to open up my personal life for everyone to see.

  “You’re under contract to Sinfully Yours Films, Alexa, which means I’m telling you that this is happening. We could always use more publicity.”

  “That’s not how it works! I’m under contract to—“

  “If you don’t do this then I can guarantee you won’t get any calls for films for the remainder of your contract. I also won’t be agreeable to you doing other stuff on the side. Basically, I make your contract work however I want as the owner of this company. Just play nice, Alexa, and I will too. It won’t be so bad.”

  That’s what I got for not signing with an agency. I had no one to cry fowl play to when something like this went down. I knew when I was beat. Henry must really want me to do the stupid documentary; otherwise he wouldn’t be acting like such a D-Bag. He was usually a pretty good guy to work for, which was why I signed with Sinfully Yours Films to begin with, sans agent. He let me work with other directors and even other studios when he was feeling generous, something that wasn’t in my contract. And because my movies made him so much money he was usually very generous with me. A happy Alexa translated to more money for everyone, therefore… we had an understanding, one that he was currently threatening to shit all over. “Fine,” I grated through clenched teeth.

  “Good. Good.” Henry grinned up at David who surpassed the wattage of his expression with a dazzling smile of his own.

  “Fan-fucking-tabulous,” I muttered as I spun on my heel and ducked into my dressing room. I was definitely asking to have a bathtub installed in the very near future for putting up with the shit storm that was sure to come my way.

  Chapter Two

  ~David

  Alexandra James, or Alexa, was every bit as beautiful and sexy as I remembered... definitely sexy. But of course she would be, she was a porn star. Sex was what she did for a living. I’m not sure what I expected when I saw her again for the first time, maybe just the tiniest glimmer of recognition in her deep soulful eyes. There’d been nothing though, but then I had changed a lot since high school. First, there was the fact that I’d grown about a foot, no joke. It turned out I was a late bloomer. I’d topped out at about five foot two in high school, a short nerdy runt. Now I was close to six foot two. That would probably throw anyone off. Plus it wasn’t like we’d exactly been close. I was just another of her adoring fans that she didn’t see. I guess the more things change the more they stay the same. Except now I’m somebody. My last film hadn’t exactly garnered me billions of dollars but I was a household name, and I would definitely be considered wealthy by most standards. It figured the illustrious Alexa James didn’t watch documentaries… or Doctor Who.

  Michael elbowed me in my side and smiled. All signs of professionalism had apparently been left at the door of the porn set. The glimmer in Michael’s eyes told me, successful lawyer or not, he was like a thirteen year old boy at the moment. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel some kind of anticipation myself. I am a man after all, and I was about to watch a group scene be filmed for Alexa’s latest movie. Henry, her director, had informed me that it would be her, two guys and another girl. It was supposed to look like two swinger couples meeting up for the first time. It was the type of porn with a story line, the type that the industry markets to women. I didn’t care about all of that. I just cared that I was about to see Alexa James, my high school crush, fuck two guys and a girl right in front of me. My dick definitely twitched at the thought. Down boy.

  The set was made to look like a lavish hotel room. When all the lights were set up to illuminate everything just right, and the camera men were in the correct spots to get the shots they needed, the talent made their entrance. I scrubbed a hand over my face as I watched Alexa strut in on four-inch fuck me heels, wearing a little black dress that covered…nothing... she might as well have been naked. I swear, all the blood in my body rushed immediately to my dick.

  Maybe I was biased, but the other female porn star paled in comparison to Alexa. She was all bleached blonde hair, fake boobs, and fake tan. Not Alexa though, there was nothing fake about her. She was beautiful, stunning… hell I needed a thesaurus to describe her face alone. Fuck, I’m like a love struck teenager again. Rein it in, Jonez.

  The bleached blonde porn star and the guy with dark hair went to stand out of the way of the cameras, while Alexa and her blond male co-star stepped in front of the lights.

  “And rolling!” Henry called out.

  Alexa immediately went into action. “Oh, I don’t know about this. I’m so nervous, Tony. What if we don’t click with them? What if—“

  “It’s okay, baby.” Tony smiled reassuringly as he pulled Alexa tightly against him, her back to his front. “It’s perfectly normal to be nervous.” He nipped at her ear. She leaned into him and let her eyes slide shut. “I bet I know something that will relax you.” Tony pushed the straps of Alexa’s dress off her shoulders and it slithered to the floor. She wasn’t wearing anything under the dress. My mouth went dry. I’d seen most of Alexa’s movies. Hell, I’d jacked off to her fucking on screen more times than I could count, but this was different. I had no monitor to serve as a protective barrier. She was standing in the same room as me, completely naked.

  Without much more foreplay than a few caresses, Tony had Alexa bent over the bed and was pounding into her from behind. My dick strained against the fabric of my pants, the pulse in it beating in time with my heart. I clenched my fists and tried not to give away the fact that I was wishing I was the one standing behind Alexa, plungi
ng into her. Of course, probably every straight man in the room was wishing the same thing.

  “Oh, yes, fuck me. Harder, Tony, harder.” Alexa’s moans filled the air as Tony complied and I—had to get the hell out of that room.

  “I’ll be right back,” I muttered to Michael, who nodded but didn’t avert his gaze from the scene in front of him. I didn’t have to guess what he was thinking.

  I tried to walk slowly from the room as not to draw attention to myself, but as soon as I hit the hallway I dashed to the restroom and shut the door behind me, locking it. I splashed cold water on my face and met my own eyes in the mirror. I was flushed and panicked looking. “Fuck,” I swore under my breath. When one of my financial backers had made the suggestion of doing a documentary about the porno industry, I’d thought I could handle it. Sure, I’d picked Alexa to be my star for a reason. I wanted to know why she did what she did, why, when she could have done anything in the world; she had decided to have sex on film for money? Maybe the fact that I was curious should have been a red flag that I was still harboring feelings for her beyond spank bank material. It would be fine though, just because I was attracted to her meant nothing. After all, it never did before, and some things never change.

  I had to take care of my ‘issue’ before I stepped back on that set though. I unzipped my pants, spit into my palm, and began to stroke myself. I closed my eyes, and as soon as I did, I couldn’t help but picture Alexa’s naked body. I imagined her bent over in front of me as I took her from behind, like I’d just seen Tony doing. Before I knew it, I was groaning and coming in my own hand, much to my shame. Jerking off in the restroom, in the porn studio, wasn’t exactly what I would call ‘handling it’. Well, unless I wanted to get literal about my definition.

  I cleaned myself up and headed back to the set, determined to put a level of professional detachment into the rest of my viewing experience. If you over looked the fact that I only had to make one more trip to the restroom that day, then I was successful.