“Exclusive Encounter” – Part 1
It was my second day working with the girls that would be dancing in Yung Jaz’s music video, and everything was running smoothly. I didn’t know his music that well but I had a job to do and I never turned down the opportunity to show off my choreography skills. So, there I was going over the routines with the video girls when two Mercedes-Benz vans and a RV trailer pulled up. Some security and professional looking dudes got out of one van, and some younger guys smoking weed and drinking from red cups got out of the other. I knew the one wearing the rings and big chain was Yung Jaz because I’d seen a picture of him.
“That’s him,” I heard one of the video girls say. “He so fuckin’ fine.”
“Alright girls,” I said to them. “Concentrate. You have a job to do and that job doesn’t include melting into groupies. You’re dancers and you came here to dance.”
I snapped my fingers so that the audio technician could start the music. I had the girls do the first set of routines I’d taught them and then I had them do those same routines while in the spots that the director had labeled for them on the set. Choreography was no easy job but having dedicated dancers was a big help. The girls I was working with were dedicated. Some of them may have been dick hungry and craving them some Yung Jaz, but they were definitely dedicated to their craft.
“Alright, take fifteen, girls,” I told them. “I’m gonna talk to the director to see when he’ll be ready to capture the first shots.” I walked away from them and over to the director to talk. While I was talking, I felt the presence of someone looking at me.
“Did you hear me, Tré?” Harvey, the director, asked me.
“I’m sorry, Harvey. What did you say?”
“I said we’re gonna try to shoot the entire video today, so your girls need to be ready.”
“They’re ready, trust me. I’m a little surprised the rapper didn’t want to be involved picking them.”
“Apparently, that’s not Yung Jaz’s style.”
“Damn, and here I was lumping all rappers together. I’ll go let the girls know you’ll be capturing footage today.”
As I was walking back over to inform the video girls, I finally noticed why I kept getting the feeling someone was watching me. It was Yung Jaz. He was talking with the entourage that had arrived with him and stared at me whenever they weren’t paying attention to them. I was never nervous around anyone because of how self-confident I always was, but something about Yung Jaz made me nervous. I kept thinking he was a homophobe like many other rappers so I decided to keep my distance from him.
Thanks to how good my dancers were, the director was able to shoot most of the scenes for the video in one take. Yung Jaz’s entourage were decent extras for the video but some were a little too distracted by the video girls. One of them kept getting a boner so the director had to stop a few times during filming. Eventually, he had that guy sit out the rest of the music video. All in all, it was a productive day.
“And that’s a wrap,” Harvey called out.
“Good job, girls,” I told the video girls. “You all did perfect. There’s some refreshments, including mimosas, over there waiting for you.” I watched as they all ran to the refreshment tables and when I turned around, I literally bumped into one of Yung Jaz’s security guards. I smiled nervously and told him, “I’m sorry.”
“Yung Jaz wants to see you in his trailer,” he told me.
“He told me to get the choreographer. That’s you, right?”
I had no idea what was going on. Yung Jaz seemed like the type of guy who didn’t put up with unimportant people, so you could imagine how fast my heart was pounding in my chest. The security guard led me to his trailer and after opening the door for me, I stepped inside. Inside the trailer was Yung Jaz and some older white guy.
“What do you want me to tell the label?” the white guy asked him.
“Nigga, I don’t give a fuck,” Yung Jaz snapped at him. “Tell them bitches my money better be right or else I’m not doin’ another show for y’all asses.”
“The label gave you more control so that you could…”
“Look, I got some other shit to take care of so you can get ya pale ass outta my trailer.” He waited for the white guy to leave, but when the white guy just stood there, he told him, “Bruh, you mistaking me for a nigga that repeats himself. Bounce!”
“Yes, sir.” He turned to leave and gave me a look as he exited the trailer.
Yung Jaz then stepped over to the door and told the security guard, “Don’t let nobody else get close to this door, bruh.” He closed and locked the door before turning to me and saying, “Thank you.”
Not knowing what the hell to do or say, I just smiled and asked, “For what?”
“For doin’ your thing. I might have to hire you to choregraph the bitches that roll with me on my tours. Shit was hot.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed them.”
“You want anything? I got a bunch of good shit stocked on this trailer.”
He looked me up and down and said, “Mmm hmm, I bet. So, you work with a lot of rappers?”
“Not really. I usually do work for women pop and R&B singers. When I’m not doing that, then I’m doing stage productions.”
“That’s wassup. You from here in LA?”
“No. I’m from Atlanta but I’ve been out here for about two years now.”
He sat down on one of the beige leather lounge chairs before saying, “You can have a seat if you want.”
I sat down in the chair next to his and asked, “Why exactly did you want to speak to me in private?”
“I like to get to know everyone I work with on a personal level.”
“Then why not meet with my dancers also?”
“I can meet video hoes anytime. But you…you got something they don’t.”
He smiled and licked his lips before deflecting and asking, “You got a boyfriend?”
“No. I’m very, very single. Why?”
He paused for a second and then replied, “Because I wanna do somethin’ with you and the last thing I need is some nigga steppin’ to me.”
“Do something with me? Something like what?”
“I wanna lick on ya ass while I beat my dick. You clean, right?”
It took what he said a few seconds to resonate in my brain and when it did, I damn near went into cardiac arrest. I thought he was playing around so I did this little laugh to let him know I knew it was a joke. I quickly stopped laughing when I saw how serious he was. He then stood up to show me that his dick was already hard in his black jeans. Judging by the outline it made, he was packing something fierce.
“You down or not?” he asked me while grabbing his hard-on.
“You’re sexy and everything,” I told him, “but I barely know you and…”
“I’ll get tested if you’re down to fuck later. I’m clean but I know you’ve heard about how dirty some of these niggas be in the industry. Right now, I just wanna lick on that booty. You got the kinda shape that I fuckin’ love yo, real talk.”
“I haven’t showered since this morning.”
“Have you done anything other than piss since then?”
“Then it’s cool. Shoot, I like it when it’s got a lil’ musk to it.” He pulled his big pretty dick out and slowly stroked it while asking me, “What you wanna do, shorty?”
It had been a couple of months since I last had sex due to how busy I’d been, so seeing that pretty dick pushed me over the edge. He must’ve saw in my eyes that I was down because he got down on his knees in front of me and grabbed my sweatpants. He pulled them, along with my underwear, down to my ankles. He then pushed my legs up and after sniffing my ass, started rimming me. By then I knew it wasn’t a joke but it still felt surreal.
“Damn, that ass taste so fuckin’ good,” he told me in between licks. “Got my dick hard as fuck.”
He shoved his tongue deep into my asshole and I grabbed onto the back of his head with one hand and grabbed the lounge chair with the other. I’d had my ass eaten many times before but not the way he was doing it. Usually my dick would either stay soft or get somewhat hard while I was being rimmed, but it was rock hard and pressed against my stomach while he was rimming me. If my mind wasn’t put into another universe, I would’ve questioned why the hell was this rapper licking my ass. But in the moment, all I could do was hold onto him and that chair for dear life.
“You gone make me nut,” he called out as he continued to lick on my now wet asshole. “Ah fuck!”
He stood up and kept jacking off as a huge load of cum oozed from the head of his dick and fell to the floor. He made the sexiest moans as he came. It took all my strength not to grab that dick and start sucking the remainder of cum from it. But I kept my cool and just lowered my legs and pulled my underwear and sweatpants back up. My dick was still hard but I had enough imagery in my head to jackoff to once I got home.
“Damn that ass taste good,” he said while licking his lips. “You made me nut hard as fuck, too.” He pulled his boxers and jeans back up and got himself together. “I wanna hookup later. I’ll have some test results for you to prove I’m clean.”
“I have recent test results if you wanna see them later,” I told him.
“You can bring them but I trust you. Still, I do play it safe with other things.” After saying that, he picked up a small box and handed it to me. “There’s a phone in there. It’s activated and everything. I’ll hit you up on it later when I’m ready for you. Make sure you tell nobody about this.”
“One more thing. I’m gonna need your phone.”
“It’s just somethin’ I do to be safe. You’ll get it back later. I need to know that I can trust you not to tell nobody.”
I had to think about it for a second. He was sexy as fuck but I’d never done anything like this before. The spontaneity of it was turning me on though, and he looked so damn sexy. So without wasting any more time, I told him, “Alright. It’s no problem.” I pulled my phone from my pants pocket and handed it to him.
“You can look up shit on the iPhone I gave you and you can use it for some other stuff, but don’t tell anybody about what we’re doin’. Okay, shorty?”
“I know I can. With yo sexy ass.” He kissed my lips and grabbed my ass and squeezed on it. “Damn, that ass is nice. You gonna make my dick get hard again.”
“This is crazy. I wasn’t expecting this at all.”
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet. Wait until I get up in that ass with these nine and a half inches.”
“Nah, baby. You can call me Jaylen.”
I giggled before asking, “Jaylen, how are we going to hook up later if you’re always surrounded by bodyguards and your friends?”
“Don’t worry about all that. I just want you to have that phone on and be ready when I hit you up tonight. Oh and before I forget…” He grabbed one of many rolled up posters from a nearby bin and unwrapped it. After unrolling it, he signed his name on it and then handed it to me. “To make this shit look legit so nobody asks any questions.”
“This whole thing is just so crazy. I’ve never done this before.”
“It’s a lot to take in, I know. But trust me, it’s worth it. As long as you keep this on the hush, we can take it to the next level tonight. Now get yo lil’ cute ass outta here before I change my mind and take that ass right now.”
I turned around to leave and he smacked my ass. With the box containing the secret phone in one hand and the poster he’d signed for me in the other, I opened the door to his trailer and stepped out. You could imagine how anxious and wild my mind was as I left the set of that music video that afternoon. When I got home, I jacked off two times in a row while fingering myself because of how turned on he had me. In the bathtub afterwards, I wondered what that night was gonna be like.
“I can’t wait,” I said to myself as I held the iPhone he’d given me in my hand. “Damn, I can’t wait.”
[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.
