Intro: This is my first TVD story. I have always loved Bamon, but more than anything I am a big fan of Bonnie. I want to give our girl the love she deserves and that means I am anti BonEnzo. Sorry...
Chapter I
The porn industry, brothels, and other depictions of sexual nature have been around since the libido was discovered not defined. Sex has always been a basic human desire and the acts of are basic human nature. Which is why pornographic content circulates the media. It has become the most accessible thing because of the large variety of media outlets.
Porn stars are respectable prostitutes. They get to trade sex for money and conveniences, but because they don't walk the streets, it is all pretty much legal. There are some who are fortunate enough to have the glitz and glamour that comes from a lucrative porn career. Those are the special few who truly bring life to fantasies of all those who love watching flesh cover flesh. The beauty of porn land is that anything goes. Finding satisfaction for a specific craving or need is only a few key strokes away. There's no judgement, unless judgement is the desire.
Damon Salvatore is one of the biggest porn stars around. He and his wife, Elena Gilbert – that's right, she kept her maiden name – are the most famous couple in the industry. They are recognized for their films together and individually. They are porn royalty. Any production they become a part of is guaranteed to turn a huge profit. That's who they are. It should be hard for such a pair to have a healthy marriage, but they make it seem effortless.
Elena is a sultry goddess with beautiful brown doe eyes, long silky brown waves and flawless olive skin. Her body is soft, feminine, with just the right lean curves. Any one into women would think that Damon Salvatore is a lucky man, but anyone into men would beg to differ.
Damon is a pulchritudinous god with aristocratic features, piercing blue eyes, thick dark lashes, and full ruby lips. His jet-black hair looks good in any state as it frames his ivory skin. He is lean, muscular, and tall. He exudes everything that is sex.
It was as though Damon and Elena were made for each other… This is not what this story is about, actually quite the opposite. This story begins on a normal day, when Damon Salvatore decides to get some fresh air and finds something very different.
That damn paparazzi keeps following him. He can't remember the last time he was able to just be himself without worrying who was watching. Fame has its perks, but it also has its major down sides. All he wanted to do was get some fresh air. He thought to himself is that so much to ask for?
He had to think fast, he needed to clear his head. He grabbed a gray hoodie from his closet, navy Yankees cap, and a pair of aviators and put them on before jumping the fence of his house to meet the Uber he requested that was waiting a few blocks from his bachelor pad. Elena knows of its existence, they agreed to keep their single dwellings for when they needed space from each other. They share a chateau that can easily fit five families, it also happens to be the base of operations for their production company.
Once Damon gets into the Uber, he sighs in relief. The driver looks at him expectantly.
"Mr. Hung" the driver starts to laugh at the alias used to secure the car. "Oh man, I've heard plenty of aliases as an Uber driver, but this one has to be the most brazen." The driver wipes the tears from his eyes and breathes to calm his laughter. "So, where to? I'm sure you don't want me to really take you on a two-hour ride to the middle of nowhere."
Damon smirked at the driver. "Why would you question the destination?"
The driver responded "It's not the destination, it's the journey. I've been told I'm quite intuitive and my intuition is telling me that you just need to get away, but you don't need to travel all the way to Lake Mohave to do so. I mean, it is a two-hour drive from Las Vegas."
Damon rolled his eyes. "Just take me somewhere I can relax and maybe have a drink. It needs to be low-key." The driver smiled. "I have just the place."
The Uber driver drove to The Sweet N Low- a bar owned by Niklaus Mikaelson- who is also the man who offered his adoptive sister a break by offering her the first bartending gig she ever had. After seeing how the patrons responded to her beauty, Nik decided to keep her as a regular. The position was well deserved; his adoptive sister was wise beyond her years.
He drove up the block to what seemed as a vintage clothing store. "Follow me, I will get you in, he told Damon." The driver knocked on the door several times in a pattern and muttered a password before the doorman opened. The driver spoke to Damon and said, "My sister Bonnie will take care of you, ask for her at the bar."
A beautifully snarky brunette with chin length starlet waves, caramel skin, and emerald green eyes was at the opposite end of the bar talking on her Samsung Note. "I can't believe it! I gave Kai my virginity after not trusting any other and just because it was too much, and I asked him to stop, he went and slept with someone else." She was apparently listening to someone else before she responded.
"I understand, I should have looked him up before. How else would I have known that CobraKai was his porn name? I mean, what does a porn star have to do with an inexperienced girl like me.?" She wiped tears from her eyes, "And to make matters worse, he compared me to a costar once he revealed his identity. He gave me no more than 10 minutes to digest the fact that he is a professional in the sex trade meanwhile we dated for 15 months. How am I supposed to handle that Vicki?" Bonnie looked up to find the most intriguing blue eyes she had ever seen watching her with detail.
"Vick, I will call you back later; I have a customer." The brunette sighed and smiled at the handsome patron.
"Hello handsome." She offered her most dazzling crooked smile. Before he was able to pick his poison, she began to pour him a double Basil Hayden. A smile appeared on his face in response to her intuition.
"You look like a top shelf bourbon type of fellow." She explained. Her eyes locked with his until they furrowed in recognition. "Wait a minute. It's you! That guy married to the porn queen I was compared to!" She threw the drink at him in anger. "It's your fault, you and your type that my boyfriend thought I wasn't enough." Her green eyes darkened in anger and Damon's blue eyes paled in disbelief. "How dare you come here?" She was about to throw cocktail olives before the Uber driver blocked her hand.
"Bon, what the hell are you doing?" The Uber driver asked.
"The right question is, why did you bring this asshole here?" Bonnie asked.
The Uber driver looked at the patron apologetically and said "I'm sorry, this is my sister Bonnie and I'm Matt. She is just having a moment." He ran his pale hand through his straight blond hair before turning a stern gaze to his adoptive sister. "Please apologize before Nik has a conniption."
Bonnie took a deep breath before she muttered an apology. "I'm sorry Senior Asshole, you unintentionally ruined my life."
Damon began to lose his patience, he was done with the accusations for the day. All he wanted was so fresh air and some space to think.
"I didn't ruin your life. Your bad choices seemingly ruined it. Any normal person can see that Kai is an asshole and although he may or may not have compared your one and only encounter to a scene in my catalog, it's not my fault. I'm a professional and he obviously is not, otherwise he would not have expected that much from a virgin. Don't fault me for something beyond my control especially when I did nothing." He stood up and walked around the bar cornering the caramel beauty named Bonnie caging her between his arms. "Believe me, if it had been me, you would have no reason to complain." His voice deepened, and his deep blue eyes peered into hers.
His proximity made her intake the available oxygen. She turned her gaze to the floor, "It's just not fair being compared to a porn star. I mean, am I not pretty enough or good enough for him." The genuine emotion in her face made his countenance soften.
His warm breath caressed her skin as he perused her tight lithe form. From her starlet look and heart shaped face to her curvy athletic form, he was in awe that any man would have let pass by without sweeping her off her feet. He certainly would have been distracted had he met her sooner.
"You are beautiful. Your type of beauty is not one that can be recreated; you are all natural. You are also a spitfire, one too interesting to pass up. Don't measure your worth based on Kai's opinion. He's an asshole!" He poured himself another drink and chugged it down as he spoke.
"I bet you could satisfy me" Damon stated as he locked his azure eyes with her viridian ones.
She replied breathily. "Aren't you married?" His beauty was overwhelming.
"I am. Luckily, my marriage with Elena is based on polygamy or should I call it polyamorous? Nowadays there are so many titles." He threw another drink down the hatchet as he spoke.
"I don't understand how that works. How can anyone want to share their significant other?" She took her turn in cornering him into the bar counter and looked deep into his eyes. "You seem like the type a man a woman would become possessive over." Bonnie inched closer to him. "I mean, it is quite easy to find you irresistible."
The sound of the Uber driver clearing his throat caused her to put some distance between her and the handsome patron. "I'm sorry. This one is on me." She poured Damon another drink and she looked nervously at her adoptive brother. "I'm not sure if my brother introduced himself, but, that's Matt. I know it doesn't look as though we are related but, Matt is my brother. We grew up together."
Damon didn't dwell on the logistics of how Bonnie and Matt looked nothing alike, he simply allowed himself to feel the familial bond between the two knowing very well what it is like to have that bond.
"Well then, to Mutt and BonBon." Damon snarked.
Bonnie's face twitched in annoyance. "You mean Matt, right?"
Damon felt like messing with her in retaliation for her pouring good bourbon all over his covert hoodie. "Isn't that what I said?" He offered his million-dollar smile.
Bonnie dropped the subject and poured him another drink. "So irresistible, huh?"
He smiled at her train of thought. "You are quite beautiful underneath it all." He observed that she didn't allow people to see her form through her clothing. The oversized overalls, tank top, and doc martens left much for the imagination. For the average Joe, she would be easily dismissed, but to a trained eye like Damon's, she is a diamond in the rough- a ripe peach waiting to be plucked and suddenly he found himself ready to harvest her.
The hunger in his eyes did not go unnoticed by Bonnie, it made her uneasy. She was not used to man eyeing her with such intensity, not even Kai who until she met Damon, had the most intense blue eyes she had ever seen.
She didn't seem entirely innocent to him, yet there was something in her flesh calling him. Her body demanded to be claimed by his and he saw no reason to reject her. He did realize however, that he needed to make her comfortable with the idea of sharing her body with his.
His voice lowered an octave as he said, "Would you like for me to show you of all you are capable of?" She shivered at the thought. "After all, the possibilities are endless." His hand ghosted over her exposed clavicle causing goosebumps to appear. "I can make you feel things you have never felt." She exhaled and closed her eyes. "I can make every inch of you mines." Her breath quickened. "By the time I'm done with you, you'd be a slave to my stroke." Suddenly Bonnie tensed and quickly moved away from him.
Previously she looked turned on, now she looked scared and guarded. Damon noticed this immediately and knew the signs all too well. This girl went through something and he had enough couth to allow her the breathing room without needing an explanation.
She shook for a few minutes in the corner of the bar, her eyes were closed, and it seemed like she was meditating before she addressed Damon. "I'm sorry. I just don't know how to feel comfortable like that around strangers. It took me 15 months before I was even ready to sleep with Kai."
Her whispered confession did not deter him. At this point he had decided he needed to have the broken caramel beauty in front of him one way or another.
"Kai is no one. He knows nothing when it comes to getting a woman comfortable enough to expose every layer of her personality." He approached her leaving enough distance for her comfort but not before inching his upper body forward and seductively speaking in to her ear, "If I am right about you then there is so much more. You would never regret allowing me to teach you everything I know." He inhaled her scent as he backed away.
"Damon, I… I'm not the type of woman who would allow herself to be seduced by someone's husband. I'm sorry." Bonnie spoke bashfully.
He smiled a genuine smile at her. "If that were the case, how did you let yourself be seduced by Kai? He is after all April Young's husband."
Bonnie's eyes watered. The different levels of rejection and abuse resurfaced to plague her as her vision began to blur. Just as she was about to fall into the darkness, Nik, her mentor exited his office in route to the bar. He caught the tail end of the conversation, but it was enough to hasten his step. He caught her before she fell to the ground leaving a befuddled Damon Salvatore looking at this greatest professional rival's brother embracing his new desired conquest.
"Klaus?" Damon asked.
Nik ignored his question in frustration. "Did you not notice the distress you were causing Bonnie before you added more pressure to her?" His stern blue eyes pinned Damon's. "If you are here for trouble, I'd suggest you find it elsewhere. This lovely here has already been through too much." Though Nik was protective over Bonnie, he did not dictate her life. He believed in letting her figure out things on her own.
Damon immediately understood Klaus's position in the entire ordeal and decided to back off. His intention for the day was to get some fresh air and figure out the best approach in telling his wife, Elena Gilbert, that he no longer wanted to act in the porn industry. He wanted them both to retire into directing and producing. He wasn't sure how she would take it being that the functionality of their relationship was based on being polyamorous. He loves Elena and he thinks he can just be with her but now that he met Bonnie, he was sure that he could propose an exit to their polyamorous ways in the form of a final conquest. Elena can pick one and he has chosen her. There is something about Bonnie that he needed to have or perhaps there is something that he needs to give.
"I mean no trouble Klaus. Rest assure I will not mislead Bonnie in any way." Nik looked at Damon in disbelief. He could see it in his eyes that Damon had the hunger, he too had felt it when he met Bonnie years ago. There is something about her that calls to a man's most primitive senses, but after learning from Vicki and Matt, Bonnie's adoptive family, what she had been through prior to getting out of the system, he knew he had to protect her. It didn't matter how bad he wanted her, caring about her meant putting her needs first.
"Have another drink on the house and see your way out. Bonnie doesn't need the likes of you lurking around. It's bad enough I let Kai sniff around her as long as I did. I will not make the same mistake again." Nik's blond curls fell to his eyes but did not block the firm expression in them. His immaculate blood red lips fell into a sneer as they addressed Damon.
The fight left the porn king. He admitted defeat for the time being. "I mean no disrespect." He lifted his arms in surrender. "I will be back though." He locked his eyes with Klaus in challenge. "There is something Bonnie needs and now that I have met her, I'm sure that I am the only one who can give it to her."
With that, Damon shot back another drink and left. Though he didn't get much opportunity to think to himself in his outing, he felt a lot lighter than he did when he started his day. He found Matt outside playing on his phone before he approached him. "I'm ready to go."