The last chapter in this little mini-plot, just so I can close things up and explain everything that happened further.
This was way too serious for this story, though. I just want to go back to the humorous things. I really like plots and character development though. I just can't help it.
When I started my career as a porn star, I was actually barely eighteen years old. It wasn't exactly porn however, but rather just cam shows. My main demographic was older women, but I also got many views from older gay men. It's not like I minded too much, though, as that was just more money for me. I don't know why I decided to do it, though. There was just something that seemed exciting about that life-style to me. Not to mention the women were extremely hot. I'm talking about ten out of ten cougars every time, a few MILFS as well, and some desperate housewives. Like, you just would not believe how fantastic that was for me.
"Oh, my God Sinbad, we want to know how you know Fatima not about how you ended up as a witness on 'To Catch a Predator!'" you whined as you interrupted his story. You had all went back to Little Shop of Whores to celebrate Sinbad and the others getting you all out of your contracts, with alcoholic drinks being involved. You found it interesting that Sinbad knew Fatima, but then again he did know everything about everyone it seemed. So you asked him to tell you all about Fatima and how he came to know him.
"Actually, I like the way this story is starting," Kassim pointed out. Everyone else seemed interested in the story as well, so you had all gathered round to hear it. Sinbad leaned back against the register counter before he deiced to just continue with his story.
"Anyway, where was I. Oh! Yeah, I remember. So these women were gorgeous..."
They were all into younger men such as myself, and back then there wasn't too many young men out there in that industry. People considered it a shameful thing, but I considered it the perfect way to make money while in college. I was a business major, so that did help me when it came to my online job. I remember so clearly that there was one other guy who the women fancied. His name was Fatima, and he took on more male customer requests than I did. He was very bisexual at the time, or at least that's what he claimed. Fatima also went to my college as well, and I would sometimes see him around campus. He was the only person who knew what I did. Well besides my best friend Ja'far who very clearly showed his disdain for my line of work.
So one day, I get a message from this beautiful woman. She tells me she's a porn producer and that she would like to work with me in some kind of collaboration. I couldn't help but to agree, thinking that I would probably just be having sex with her on camera or something. After much talking online, she gives me all the needed information and tells me to go down to her studio the next day. I do as I'm told, and once I get down there, I notice that Fatima is also there and reading a contract. We gave each other simple greetings, but that was about it. "Sinbad, right?" I heard, and looking over I see the gorgeous woman that I had been talking to. Her name was Umm Madaura.
"Yes! And might I say you look much lovelier in person, Ma'am," I complimented her. Um Madara's face twitched slightly, but she didn't exactly say anything to my greeting.
"Well, now that you're here Sinbad, I should tell you that I'm looking for actors. Porn Stars to be exact," she clarified. I was a bit reluctant at first. Cam shows were one thing, but doing actual porn was something else entirely. She managed to convince me, and for the first two months, I felt as if I were on top of the world. I was flying all over and to new places, meeting beautiful women, and of course having lots of sex. It was like getting paid to have fun. The only downside was that I had to drop my classes for that semester and then retake them online so I could continue with my career. Umm Madaura was magnificent to all of her workers and she treated us with upmost care...but then things started to change. She made us all call her "Mother". I thought that was strange, and any time I made a slip of the tongue things got bad. At first she would just frown and correct me, but then she started to dock pay.
I was annoyed, but I didn't see anything that wrong. I mean, I was just having so much fun. Things got worse, though. A year later, she started to make us do more extreme and fetish based material. I voiced my concern, but was promptly met with a 'you can quit if you want to'. I decided to take her up on that offer, because there were several other producers and managers out there. However... "Yes, I guess I'll quit then. I'm sorry, but this just isn't working out for me." Umm Madaura laughed sadistically.
"Alright, but you're going to owe me for all of the plane rides, hotel stays, alcohol, props, EVERYTHING!" Her eyes went dark as she said that, and I figured out soon enough that I was trapped. There was really nothing I could do at that point, but to try to save money as best as I could. I could not get money from another job because my contract stated that while I had this job I could not have another one.
The videos I had to participate in became weirder and more degrading, at least for me. It was a lot of BDSM things, but where I was only the M. There were also punishment and humiliation videos, and some things involving food. It was no longer fun for me. I was lucky, though, that in my contract I made sure that I would only be doing videos under the 'straight' category. Fatima on the other hand chose to do it all, and while I didn't exactly pay attention to what he was made to do, I know that he changed. He did whatever he could to get Umm Madaura's attention. He even recruited others for her. He didn't start out like this, but I'm more than sure that she manipulated him to be this way. I was able to get out solely because another producer had his eye on me and payed me way more than necessary when he booked me through Umm Madaura at times. He seemed to know what was going on, and basically ended up giving me enough money through the work to quit.
"And that guy was a real bro," Sinbad finished up his story. You were a bit surprised since you never knew this about him. "Anyway, Umm Madaura's whole operation ended up being shut down since no one wanted to book her actors after awhile. They would always show up to shoots miserable. Once it shut down, I guess Fatima didn't know what to do with himself and what happened to all of you ended up being the after math." No one said anything for a moment as we all started to slightly feel bad for Fatima, at least that's what you thought they were thinking.
"But were those cougars really that hot and willing?" Kassim asked. You felt as if you saw Alibaba nod as if wanting to know the answer as well, but you weren't so sure.
"Oh trust me, they were," Sinbad nodded, "Loads of sugar mamas."
"You know BDSM isn't really degrading. At least when it's practiced correctly," Kouha pointed out, "And actual degradation when practiced well can be very stimulating for both partners."
"Well, I'm just not into it. I mean hair pulling, bondage, spanking, and things like that are all fine, but when you use actual equipment and have actual pain it's like where's the passion in that?" Sinbad replied.
"Oh, it can be pretty passionate, right [Name]?" Kouha looked at you as if expecting you to give input on this. Your whole face was red though.
"Kouha!" you whined, not believing he would say that. Toto and Leila started to giggle a bit.
"What? I'm sorry, I'm a little tipsy," Kouha shrugged, drinking more of his drink. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to him, though you were still a bit fuming.
"But anyway," Sasha interjected wanting to change the subject, "If you guys had everything under control today, why did you want us to write all of our problems down and threaten to sue?"
"Oh, that? Well, Mei likes to cover all of his grounds and have back-up plans just in case," Kouha explained before he tried to kiss you. You were still slightly upset, but you gave in and kissed him back.
"Really, thank you, again, though," Sasha smiled, "And tell that to your brothers. The next time you see them." Your phone started to ring, and you pulled it out of your pocket. You saw that it was Kougyoku, so you answered without a second thought. It had been awhile since you talked to her, so you felt kind of bad.
"Hey, Kou-"
"[NAME], WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU AND KOUHA WERE ENGAGED! THIS IS HUGE!" she yelled. You had to hold the phone away from your ear for a second. The others in the room looked at you curiously, before going back to chatting.
"Heh heh, yeah, sorry about that," you told her, "It just happened so suddenly that I wasn't thinking too much." You didn't want to give too much away that Kouha had asked you not too long ago and very informally. You still didn't have all of the details about what he told his brothers.
"Oh, you just HAVE to send me a picture of the ring! Is it beautiful?!"
"Actually, Kouha didn't give me a ring-" You were cut off by the sound of her hanging up. You weren't sure what to say as you stared at your phone rather confused. And that's when you heard Kouha's phone ringing. He took it out of his pocket and answered it.
"Hello-"
"KOUHA WHY DIDN'T YOU GET [NAME] A RING?! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" You were able to hear her since you were still standing close to your fiance. Kouha let out a sigh and rolled his eyes.
"It's fine! I'm going to let her choose her own ring so just chill!...Yes, A LOT of couples do that!...It can be very romantic...well you're not [Name], and I don't think [Name] really cares...What?!...You're the one who's high maintenance! She loves being with me! Ask anyone!...I'm hanging up!" Kouha quickly hung up on his sister, looking rather huffy. You thought his expression was very cute so you leaned over and kissed his lips softly. He kissed you back before pulling away and looking at you tiredly. "Do you just want to leave from here? It's like really fucking late and getting a bit dull." You looked around at the others before shrugging.
"We can leave if you want to, babe," you told him, before pulling his keys out of his pocket. "I'm driving, though, you've drunk too much." You would just leave your car there for now.
"Fine, fine," Kouha sighed, "But let's go back to your place. I don't want to be bombarded with questions by my family." You giggled a bit as you made your way out of the shop with him.
"Not my problem~," you said in a sing-song voice, "You'll have to deal with them tomorrow, though."
"They're going to be your family, too, ya know," he pointed out.
"I know~." And you were happy about that.