Chapter 4
During the day, when Janie and Stella were at work, Sam had the apartment to herself. She split her time between browsing her aunts’ movie collection and exploring the city on her own. After four days, however, she decided to finally move forward with her personal project.
At eight, shortly after dinner, Sam stood in front of the mirror in the hallway, looking down on herself. The red dress was short and low cut, but not too revealing. It was something she was comfortable with wearing in public.
Janie nodded, content. “I have a few others you could try, but I think this is you.” She held up the lipstick. “Hold on, let me do your lips.”
Lipstick applied, sam blew a kiss at the mirror and adjusted the neckline. “Yeah, I like it.”
“Want me to join you? I won’t get in the way.”
“No, this is something I have to do on my own.”
“Okay,” Janie said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “If there’s anything, just call, and we’ll be there in a minute. Sit where the barkeeper can see you, and don’t stay out too long, okay?”
“I won’t.” She stuffed her phone and Stella’s pepper spray into her purse. “I’ll just pick someone up and be back here as quickly as I can.”
“You could still stay home and watch a movie with us. There’s no need to rush this.”
Sam exhaled, fighting down the feeling of dread that took hold in her stomach. “It’s now or never. I want to get this over with.”
“Okay, sweetie. Do what you gotta do.”
The two hours at the corner bar couldn’t have been more frustrating. When Sam returned alone at half past ten, Stella was lying on the couch with her head in Janie’s lap, reading a magazine.
“Hey, sweetie,” Janie said. “Didn’t catch anything?”
Sam let herself drop on the couch with a sigh. “I thought it would be easier. Lots of guys came up and talked to me, but they were too old or too drunk or I didn’t find them even remotely attractive. I swore to myself I wouldn’t be picky, but here we go.”
“A bit of alcohol might help.” Janie lifted her head. “Before Stella and I had sex for the first time, I needed a shot of tequila to calm my nerves.”
Stella chuckled. “You were absolutely terrified, but you warmed up quickly.”
“I don’t know.” Sam got herself a cushion and slammed it with her fist. “I don’t normally drink, but if it helps…”
“I have a better idea,” Stella said, putting her arm around Sam. “There’s a friend of ours, and he’s a perfect gentleman. I’m sure he’d be willing to help you out on your project.”
“Really? You’d do that for me?”
“For your first time, I think you deserve something better than a bar hookup. A nice, handsome guy who makes you come, for starters. I could give him a call if you like.”
“Now?”
Stella glanced at the clock. “I can try. He’s a bit of a player; this is probably when he’s just getting up.”
“Is he… is he one of the men from your movies?”
“Yep. He played the gameshow host in Dirty Duel and the big game hunter in Scat Safari.”
Sam reached for the TV remote. “Show me!”
When Luca, also known as Harry Hardon, arrived at the apartment, his black hair was disheveled, and he wore the top three buttons of his shirt open. It suited him exceptionally well.
Gosh, he’s handsome!
Sam’s hands were slick with sweat, and her heart was hammering against her ribs. She walked up to him with weak knees, avoiding eye contact.
“So you’re Janie’s niece?” he asked, whistling between his teeth. “Wow. You’re just as pretty, and you look absolutely stunning in that dress.”
“S-samantha. Sam.” After shaking his hand, she stood still and pulled back her shoulders. “It’s Janie’s dress. She gave it to me.”
“Pleased to meet you, Sam. I’m Luca. Stella said it’s your first time in the city, and you’re looking for new experiences?”
“You could say that,” Sam mumbled.
“You don’t have to be nervous,” he said, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “Do you want Janie or Stella in the room? For moral support?”
Sam laughed despite herself. “Hell no. But I think I’ll have that shot of tequila.”
After Luca left, Sam spent another half hour in bed, staring at the ceiling as she basked in the afterglow. He had invited her to explore the city’s nightlife, which had been tempting, but she needed a moment alone to collect her thoughts. When she finally floated into the living room, wearing her pajamas and a blissful smile on her face, Janie turned off the TV immediately.
“How was it, sweetie?” she asked.
Sam sat down in a chair at the kitchen counter, beaming. “I hope I wasn’t too loud.”
“It was that good, huh.” Stella grinned. “No straight girl can keep quiet when she’s getting the Harry Hardon treatment. How often did you come?”
Sam held up three fingers with a shy, triumphant grin. “Jeez, he used his tongue on me before he got started! I thought I’d explode. Nobody’s gonna believe that I had my first time with a porn star.”
“I just hope he didn’t ruin you for normal men,” Janie said. “I only ever had sex with professionals, but I hear others can be a bit underwhelming.”
Stella waved her off. “Doesn’t matter. Make sure you get plenty of foreplay, and help things along with a vibe. Life is too short for unsatisfying sex.”
“I don’t have a vibe,” Sam said. “I guess I’ll just use my fingers.”
Janie jumped up from the couch. “No vibe?! Sweetie, that won’t do. Sit tight!”
When Janie returned a couple of minutes later with a large cardboard box, Sam couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw the treasures inside. She didn’t recognize half the toys, all of them still in their original packages.
“When you’re in the adult industry, you get plenty of swag,” Janie said. “It’s all brand new.” She pulled out a pink box. “This one’s nice – Stella and I use this model a lot. It’s strong and rechargeable; just use your cell phone charger.”
“Wow, that is so cool!” Sam turned the package to read the label. “Best aunt ever!”
“Trying! Quinn gave me my first vibe, when I was too broke to buy one myself. Along with a whole lot of other stuff.”
Stella rummaged through the box. “Wait a sec. It should be in here somewhere.” After a moment of digging, she held up a purple box. “Want something for your butt?”
Sam stared at the picture on the box, which showed three butt plugs in different sizes, lined up in a row. She weighed the box in her hand, and it felt surprisingly heavy.
“Just in case you want to take things to the next level,” Stella said. “Even if you never want to be butt-fucked, you can still wear one during regular sex.”
“Or while doing laundry,” Janie teased, patting Stella’s butt. “Like some of us.”
“I… uh…” Sam swallowed. “I guess it’s good to have. Just in case.”