Page 91 of Prince of Pain
I started looking for my phone and found it on the kitchen counter, noticing multiple videos and pictures sent to me from Wolfe and Mason. I opened them, scrolling through a bunch of photos of Tempest and some other girl doing things for us, and racked my brain to try and remember the other girl.
There was zero memory of her, but I remembered Tempest on her knees for me, her sinful mouth desperate to please me.
There were a lot of videos of the night, and I glanced up as Mason spoke from beside me. “Told her she’d be good at porn. Buy the girl a camera and a computer, dude. She’d make bank.”
He wasn’t wrong, Tempest was good in front of a camera, and she had no shame whatsoever, so the content was good.
“You think so?”
“Definitely. Invest in her. Then she can spend her own money instead of yours,” he joked, not that I gave a shit about her spending mine.
The porn star in question wandered out with Channing grumbling behind her, a bright smile on her face. “Good morning.”
“Why are you so fucking cheery?” I huffed, and she let out a laugh.
“I think I’m still drunk, to be honest.” She slid her arms around me, glancing down at my phone with a chuckle. “You’re already watching it?”
“Donovan blacked out. Doesn’t remember shit,” Wolfe said with amusement, making her frown.
“Nothing? Not even that thing I did with your balls?”
The guys snorted, and I rolled my eyes. “I remember your mouth on my balls, yes.”
“Aw, even when you can’t remember a thing, you remember the little things I do for you,” she cooed, patting my chest. “I’m honored.”
“Do you want to make porn?” I asked, completely changing the subject. “Like, to make money?”
“That’s a loaded question before coffee,” she answered, but then shrugged. “Mase and I have been talking about it. Would save me working a shitty job like being a waitress.”
“Yeah, because that would be degrading,” Channing deadpanned, giving her the side-eye. “You’d rather do porn than serve food?”
“Yes,” she said bluntly, shivering for added effect. “It’s gross and so much work. I’m not cut out for a job like that.”
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, giving me a look. “You’d be fine with the internet seeing your girl getting fucked?”
“The internet sees it all the time, at least now she’d get paid for it,” I pointed out, dropping my eyes back to my phone just as Tempest took a cum shot up her back. “I think she’d be good at it.”
“You two deserve each other, you’re both messed up,” Wolfe chuckled, checking his phone with a sigh. “We need to leave. We have a delivery in two hours. Don’t use any videos of me for your porn career, or I’ll cut your tits off, Hendricks.”
Tempest laughed as if he was joking, making her way out to the balcony to smoke. “You’re missing out. Maybe you could have a porn career too?”
“No thanks,” he said dryly before walking out without saying goodbye, Channing right behind him, but Mason hovered close by without leaving. “Dude, hurry the fuck up.”
“I was thinking?—”
“Now,” Channing said sharply, giving Mason no choice but to follow unless he wanted to be scolded in front of an audience. I didn’t give a shit if the guy stuck around, but I knew Channing and Wolfe were annoyed with Mason choosing Tempest over their business lately.
The other people started waking up, most of them leaving without being told, and I shoved some jeans and a shirt on before joining Tempest outside for a cigarette so we could continue our conversation.
“I’ll buy you the equipment,” I offered, her eyes darting up to mine.
“Huh?”
“The camera and stuff. If you’re serious about making adult content, I’ll help you get set up.”
“That’s a lot of money, Ry.”
“Not really. Five thousand would have a decent laptop and camera sorted, and maybe even some change for some lingerie or something. I don’t know what else you’d need, so make me a list and I’ll pay for it,” I shrugged, scowling when she wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. “If you want to say thank you, suck my damn dick or something.”