***Lockie appears in my Mason series. Halle appears in my Lyla series. This is part of a planned series of spin offs featuring characters from the "In'DaMan'd" Universe.***
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The phone ringing jarred Lockie out of his nap, it was the fourth straight night he had passed out drunk on his sofa. He placed his hand on the floor and rummaged for his cell phone among all the empty beer bottles and fast food wrappers.
"Hope I didn't wake you." Curtis barked.
"No I was up, just doing some crunches. " Lockie lied as he ran his hand through his greasy dark blonde hair. He turned his face and gave his arm pit a quick sniff, he recoiled slightly and groaned.
"So, I have come up with a game plan to get you back on track and up where you belong. It wasn't easy let me tell you."
"Finally." Lockie thought. He had signed an exclusivity deal with "In'DaMan'd" porn studios weeks ago and had heard little from Curtis. He supposed that his little melt down on the set of his first movie didn't really endear him to the boss. He was under no illusions that his big following on the cam side of the studio was what still kept him on the books. He was the number one star until he got his former best friend Mason a screen shot with the studio. Everything had gone to shit since then.
"Yes I am not sure if you have been following her, but the female cam rooms are blowing up. Our original star Halle is going off the charts, she nearly has the same amount of followers you have. I have organized a guest appearance for you this weekend at big sexpo in the city. You will be promoting the website and signing head shots, that sort of thing. There is a back room that we are selling V.I.P tickets too, things are a bit different in there but we will talk about that again."
Lockie was trying to take all of this in, the first thing that struck him was more competition. First Mason and now this Halle girl, he started to feel his star slip from his grasp. On the other hand he was glad to be still working. After months with the studio he had become accustomed to the money and lifestyle, he knew nothing else.
"Thanks I will be there." He replied appreciatively.
"And try and be sober if you can, if this goes well we can maybe shoot a solo scene and talk more about branding you onto a dildo. I am sure you will do great but a lot is riding on this, after your recent hiccup I think it will be important for you to connect with your fans on a more personal playing field."
Lockie chuckled to himself as he recalled the weekend he spent in a hotel room recently with one of his super fans and her husband. Lockie ended up fucking them both.
"Something funny Lockie, I really hope you are taking this seriously, Halle is co headlining the appearance so she will make sure you stay on track."
"What! I have to share the appearance."
"She is hot right now, we don't want to draw too much attention to your off screen antics so we are just going to pretend that the rumors circulating were over dramatized. This isn't your comeback Lockie, it's your last chance."
Lockie held the phone to his ear as the dial tone buzzed. He threw it on the floor in frustration, he went to grab the bottle of beer on the table but set it back down. He stripped naked and went to shower, no matter what Curtis said this was his comeback and he was determined not to fuck it up.
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The warm water splashed onto his face, slowly he began to feel human again. The drunk stupor he had self inflicted on himself for the last month was taking effect. Where he had rock hard abs in the past he was now noticing a slight pouch. He would get back into his daily work out regime. His cam show the previous night showed that some of the followers he lost due to the bad publicity were slowly trickling back. Lockie's fans continued to email him messages of support and love. The upcoming appearance both daunted and excited him, he had not done one before. He was used to only interacting with his fans through the messenger part of his cam show, even then he rarely made contact. He smiled to himself as he put a large dollop of shampoo on to his palm and began to massage it in to his hair.
The last fan mail he had replied to had ended in a weekend of drunken debauchery, the first night he fucked Monroe his biggest fan, the second night he had fucked her husband Carter. He found the liaison necessary, it filled a void that had been slowly eroding away inside of him. It had started when his former best friend Mason came to work at the porn studio. Lockie acted like a spoilt brat rather than be supportive of his friend.
"Burnt that bridge." He thought angrily as he watched the suds swirl around his feet before going down the drain.
Mason would know just what to say to him to make him feel better, he had come close to picking up the phone and calling him, telling him that he was so sorry for how he acted that he was a douche and to please forgive him. He didn't feel worthy of Mason's forgiveness just yet so he drank away his feelings. Besides feeling embarrassed at his actions in recent weeks he was also struggling with his feelings for both men and women. Mason would have just said one sentence and it would have all made sense.
"Mason's not here though." He said aloud and slapped the wall in frustration, he could feel the familiar stinging sensation behind his eyes, he inhaled deeply and looked to the ceiling, steam dancing against the light. "What the fuck is going on with me?" he whispered to nobody.
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He sat in Curtis' office and waited while his boss finished a phone call to his location scout about using a farm for his next feature film. He looked at the promotional stills on the wall that the "In"DaMan'd" studio had produced. Lockie glanced quickly over the pictures of Mason, his stomach gave a jolt when he seen his friends cheeky smile and killer body on the cover of their movie. Lockie was just a floating head behind the rest of his naked, oiled muscular co stars.
He heard footsteps and a female's voice talking, he assumed on the phone. A girl around his age entered the office, a giant hand bag slung over her shoulder. She was similar height to him, her hair was short and brown, her body was slender. She was wearing a denim mini skirt with a green singlet. Her small breasts protruding against her top. She smiled at him after looking him up and down. He didn't know what was happening before their appearance, with him being on his best behavior he had come all ready to go. He wore a black and red shirt the sleeves were cut off showing off his toned biceps and full sleeve tattoos. His had gotten his hair cut the other day and he had tamed it finally with copious amounts of gel. His black jeans showed off his thick thighs, his leather boots gave him an extra inch of height. He wore his beaded brown necklace for luck.
Lockie could hear her wrapping up her call as she set her bag down on the seat that he had been sitting in before he got restless waiting.
