Vice, Virtue & Video, page 1
Vice, Virtue & Video
By Bianca Giovanni
Published by Bianca Giovanni at Smashwords
Copyright 2012 Bianca Giovanni
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Vice & Virtue short stories:
First Dance
Exposed
Diving In
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Disclaimer
This book contains adult content and sexual situations. It is not intended for readers under 18. All characters and events are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.
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Table of Contents
A Message From the Author
Chapter 1 - Lola
Chapter 2 - James
Chapter 3 - Lola
Chapter 4 - James
Chapter 5 - Lola
Chapter 6 - James
Chapter 7 - Lola
Chapter 8 - James
Chapter 9 - Lola
Chapter 10 - James
Chapter 11 - Lola
Chapter 12 - James
Chapter 13 - Lola
Chapter 14 - James
Chapter 15 - Lola
Chapter 16 - James
Chapter 17 - Lola
Chapter 18 - James
Chapter 19 - Lola
Chapter 20 - James
Chapter 21 - Lola
Chapter 22 - James
Chapter 23 - Lola
Chapter 24 - James
Chapter 25 - Lola
A Message from Bianca
It's finally here! After three introductory short stories, Vice, Virtue & Video is finally out for readers to enjoy. We met James and Lola as high school students in First Dance, got a glimpse into their backgrounds in Exposed and watched them give in to temptation in Diving In. Now I bring you their latest adventure, which includes a sociopathic dominatrix, an over-amorous lawyer and a very controversial mpeg.
Writing has always been a passion of mine, though I was hesitant to put my works out there for everyone to see. What if people didn't like them? What if it discouraged me from ever writing again? Thankfully, my very first published story, First Dance, was well received by readers. The love continued on Exposed and Diving In and it has truly been an honor to see the positive reviews and comments on Smashwords and other outlets.
I enjoy writing more than anything else in the world, but it is not my primary source of income, so I like to release my books for free or give out coupons through my blog. I'm always on Tumblr and it's the best place to find new info and discount codes for my books. I will be posting more information there for a new round of shorts that will continue the Vice & Virtue series. They are in very early stages right now, but keep an eye out for updates!
Thanks again to everyone who read and reviewed the shorts and I hope you all enjoy Vice, Virtue & Video!
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Chapter 1 - Lola
“There you are, Lola!” my best friend, James, says as I walk in the door of my apartment. It smells delicious in here and I know he’s been slaving away on a tasty meal for us. He cooks for me most nights and he has since I moved out to California after graduating from college a couple years ago.
“Sorry,” I shake my head with frustration, “of course they asked me to make, like, a zillion copies as I was walking out the door.” I’m an Ivy League grad whose only job opportunity is as a glorified secretary in an accountant’s office. Thanks, economy!
“It’s ok,” James says, walking his tall, chiseled body over to give me a hug. He’s about a foot taller than me and built like Michelangelo’s David, so he’s all firm and muscly as I wrap my arms around him. “I figured I’d wait until you got home to put the pasta in so it wouldn’t get all soggy,” he adds sweetly.
“Did you do the alfredo tonight?” My mouth waters at the thought.
“You know it!” he smiles, flashing me his perfect, pearly whites.
“Last night it was that delicious mustard-thyme chicken and the amazing banana bread, today it’s creamy fettuccine. I think you’re trying to fatten me up,” I grin back up at him. James in an incredible cook and has been since he was a teenager. Though I’m petite and generally pretty lithe, I’ve gained ten pounds since moving out here and I’m certain he’s to blame.
“You’re, like, 80 pounds soaking wet, kid,” he teases. “Somebody’s gotta help you put some meat on those bones.”
I smirk and roll my eyes with a laugh.
“Want a glass of wine?” he offers, heading back to the kitchen.
“Yeah, lemme take this skirt off, the zipper’s digging into my hip,” I reply, heading towards my bedroom.
My apartment is small and cramped, but it’s cheap enough for me to afford and it’s two doors away from James’ place on the second floor of our complex.
I kick off my stilettos, bringing me from 5’6” to my natural 5’2”, and peel off my pencil skirt. I pull my blouse off and change into some yoga pants and a racerback tank top. I twist my long, brown hair into a bun and dart into the bathroom to wash off my makeup. I look a little tired from the long day, but I’m just hanging out with James tonight, so no need to be a glamazon.
“Here you go,” James says, handing me a glass of red wine as I sit at the counter and watch him finish up the cooking. He looks nice in his worn out jeans and white v-neck t-shirt as he leans over the stove to stir the pasta.
James is handsome. Very handsome. Aside from having the body of a Greek god, he’s also got a square jaw, full, pouty lips and hazel-green eyes. He wears his hair long, but he usually pulls it back in a short ponytail or messy bun when he’s just chilling at home. I’ve heard people compare him to hunky actor Jason Momoa more than a few times. I understand that James is a hottie, but he’s been my best friend since I was six and it’s hard to picture getting sexual with someone you knew since they were a third grader. Apparently I’m the only girl who doesn’t see him as a sex god, because James has been the ultimate ladies’ man since middle school. He’s three years older than me and everything I’ve learned about sex came from him because he was my next door neighbor and he’d accrued a library of experiences before I’d even got my braces off.
“So, how was work?” I ask, taking another sip of wine.
“Good,” he nods, “I had a threesome scene, but it was a quick one, which is why I went out and got the stuff to make alfredo tonight.”
James is an actor … of sorts. He moved out to L.A. with stars in his eyes after dropping out of college at age 19. With his good looks and charm, he was hoping to become an action star or some kind of Hollywood heartthrob, but his career took a little turn and he’s currently a huge superstar in the wild world of adult films. Most of his friends from back home dropped him when the word got out and his parents basically disowned him. Sometimes I feel like the only person from his past who doesn’t really care about his job. He’s my best friend and always has been, so who gives a shit if he bangs chicks for a living? It’s not like he wasn’t screwing hundreds of girls before he started doing it on camera.
“Dude! This is so delicious!” I groan as I take a bite of pasta. James could defeat an Iron Chef with his eyes closed.
He chuckles and smiles proudly, watching me savor another big bite. Aside from cooking me dinner on the regular, James is always taking care of me. Growing up, he was like my big brother and he always looked out for me. I remember him fighting off bullies for me when I was going through my gawky, tween phase in seventh grade and how he’d intimidate boys who got a little over-amorous with me once I hit puberty and emerged with a pair of D cups and a healthy dose of low self-esteem. He’s like my bodyguard, my protector, and he’s the only person I can share absolutely everything with.
“So, how’s that Eric dude?” he asks, zapping me out of my nostalgic childhood memories.
“Oh, he’s good. He knew Peter was making me work through lunch, so he brought me one of those portobello sandwiches I love,” I reply.
Eric is the hot guy who works at the law firm on my floor. He’s about 6’4” and he works out like crazy. He’s got blonde hair and blue eyes and he looks like a hulking Viking. At 38, he’s 15 years older than me—which worries James, I know—but he’s sexy and he flirts with me all the time.
James raises an eyebrow and gives me a look.
“What?” I laugh, feeling my cheeks starting to flush.
“He likes you, you know?” he grins with a teasing undertone in his voice.
“Maybe he’s just being nice,” I reply, knowing very well that it’s not true.
“He’s been really ‘nice’ for the past three months since you met him,” he teases. “I’m telling you, Lo, dude’s trying to hit that.”
I laugh and continue to blush before retorting,
“Cold as ice tonight!” he laughs, grabbing his heart.
I shoot him a smirk and then impersonate the girls in his videos. “Yes, Master Langdon,” I mock, “I’ll be a good girl. Don’t give me a spanking.” I chuckle and roll my eyes. “I swear, how these girls can let you boss them around like that!”
James has done videos that fall under every category and appeal to almost every fetish, but his most recent genre is BDSM porn. His scenes usually involve a buxom woman tied up or hand cuffed or bound in some other fashion while he goes to town on her with a riding crop or a flogger or whatever instrument is the tool of the day. There’s a lot of “yes, Sir” and “please, Master,” and I’ve never really seen the appeal.
“I guess I just don’t see the point of spankings and all that,” I shrug. We’ve had this debate since he first got into this particular genre, but he’s never managed to sway me on the whole Dominant/submissive thing.
“It’s acting,” he chuckles at my eye rolling and mocking.
“Is it?” I laugh. “Because you don’t see Meryl Streep doing movies that involve ball gags and nipple clamps.”
I can see him trying to resist it, but he laughs hard at that comment. I’ve spent over a decade sassing James about his extraordinarily active sex life and, now that he’s doing porn, I have so much more material.
“Hey, some girls dig it,” he shrugs. “They like giving up all control and being totally at my mercy.”
“Yeesh! Not me,” I shake my head.
“Ok, like you have room to talk!” he teases. “You’ve never had sex at all, so how would you know what you’re into?”
Immediately, I blush. It’s true, I’m a virgin. Pretty funny considering my best friend is a porn star, right? People can’t wrap their heads around the fact that I made it through my horny teenage years without falling pretty to my Casanova best bud. In truth, James was always very cautious when it came to me and he never made an attempt to seduce me. Now he likes to pull the purity card on me every time I tease him. I can joke about his sex life a million times a day, but when he turns the tables around, I go all pink cheeks and giggles, and he loves it.
“Shut up!” I say, trying to sound stern despite the fact that I’m giggling like a Japanese schoolgirl.
“Ah, there’s that blush,” he chuckles, tipping his wine glass to me. “Not so tough anymore, huh?”
“This is about you and all the fake-titted girls you screw on film,” I protest, still laughing uncontrollably, “not about me and who might or might not be between my legs.”
“I certainly hope no one’s between your legs!” he says with surprise. “Otherwise I’d have to kick somebody’s ass.”
James is always protecting my virtue like some kind of knight. He’s done this all my life and I’m sure he’s a big reason why guys were too intimidated to ask me out in high school. Who wants to date a girl with a big, hulking badass just waiting to beat the crap out of you if you hurt her?
He yawns and stretches in his chair, his t-shirt lifting up just enough to reveal a glimpse of his toned, tanned stomach. The sight of his six-pack is so commonplace that it’s almost boring to me at this point. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve seen him naked, so his bare skin is like wallpaper, always visible, but not all that noticeable until you focus your attention on it.
“Sleepy? Must have been a very rigorous scene,” I say with a smirk.
He chuckles and gives me his patented devilish grin. “Two girls can wear you out, dude, you don’t even know. We had to stop for stills, like, a zillion times and they fucked up an entire section of close ups so we had to do those over. Plus, I had to do, like, seven pop shots,” he says casually like he’s talking about sending some faxes instead of ejaculating all over some poor, shackled starlet.
“Well, isn’t life so hard for you,” I tease.
“You try coming seven times and see if it doesn’t wear your ass out!” he chuckles. Suddenly, his eyes flash on me and he gives me a cartoonishly exaggerated version of the James Laird Sex Laser Beam, the look that might as well be a gamma ray burst of pure sexuality. “I could show you, if you want,” he says, his voice filled with overplayed sensuality. “I’ll put your ankles behind your head and show you exactly what it feels like to come seven times in a row.”
“James!” I squeal with laughter.
He throws his head back as he laughs at my shy response. He loves riling me up like this. We’ve never really been sexual with each other before—our relationship has always been a brother-sister, platonic one—but there were a few times during our teenage years when my highly skilled friend served as a lab rat for my sexual experimentation. James was responsible for my first orgasm, his was the first penis I ever saw and he was the first boy to touch my breasts, but that was a log time ago. We haven’t done anything like that in years.
“I’m just fuckin’ with you, kid,” he chuckles and stands up to clear the table.
I help him put all the dishes in the dishwasher and we move into the living room to watch TV. This is how we spend most evenings. I lie back against the arm of the couch and stretch my legs over his lap. By the second commercial break in The Colbert Report, I’m nodding off. I’m half asleep when I hear him turn off the TV and I feel his strong arms scoop me up as he carries me off to my bed. I remember how I always used to fall asleep before him every time I stayed over at his house when we were little kids He’d opt for the air mattress on the floor and he’d pick me up and get me comfortable in his bed. Some things never change.
Chapter 2 - James
The dungeon set is dimly lit with racks of canes, whips, shackles and belts. There are two lighting guys standing off to the right looking bored. Next to them is a makeup artist with an apron of brushes and powders for touch-ups. Our director is in a chair behind the camera as he observes the shot like he’s filming The Godfather and not Bound Babes 8. I’m standing at the edge of a big, heavy, wooden table. Beneath me is Misty, one of many hot blondes that I’ll be having sex with today. Her arms are tied behind her back and her ankles are tied to the legs of the table so she has to bend completely over it. She’s panting and moaning loudly, wiggling on the table like she’s trying to free herself, which is all part of the act.
“Yeah, you like that?” I grunt as I pound into her, making it look as forceful as possible, even though I’m not really hurting her.
“Yes, Sir!” she pants and pulls at her restraints.
“Stay still!” I command pressing her hips into the table as I continue slamming into her.
I spank her ass hard enough to leave a handprint, making sure I angle it so the camera can get a good view. Sure enough, her skin turns pink in the shape of my hand and I spank her again to really bring the color to the surface. She, of course, moans loudly with each swat, acting like this is the most pleasurable thing in the world.
I’ve been doing a lot of these kinds of movies lately and it feels pretty routine by now. Usually I play some kind of authority figure type and I tie up and fuck girls who are pretending to be all shy and timid. The point is to be harsh and, while I’d never hurt them for real, I have to make it look like hardcore bondage and sexual punishment. Apparently I'm pretty good, because my bondage and spanking videos sell like hot cakes.
A camera guy moves in for close ups, so Misty and I slow down and shift our angles a little bit so he can get a tight shot on the center of the action. Next, a guy with a DSLR comes in and takes still shots, so we freeze in the most exaggerated poses. She’s bending her back and pulling tightly on her ropes so they bite into her skin and I’m tugging on her nipple clamps so the whole thing looks harsher.
“Switch!” our director calls.
I move down, untying her arms and legs before pulling her up onto the table so she’s lying on her back. I bind her again, tying her wrists to her ankles and spreading her open. I slide back into her and we get back to business, using really exaggerated motions and putting on a good show.
