Diamond

1 - How I Came To Be

"Baby! Oh ... Shit ..." Naomie whimpers and tugs on my long dark hair as I push my tongue flat then move it from side to side on her clit. Her moans get even louder and my hair gets pulled harder when I stick my fingers insider her, my tongue still won't stop. 

She starts to move her hand downwards, feeling for my breasts. She takes one of my nipples and twirls it around her fingers. "You enjoying this?" I ask as I move higher so I could take her lips on mine, allowing me to taste my own juice that's still lingers in her mouth when I had my orgasm earlier when she did me, and making her taste her own. 

"Fuck!" She arches her back when I hook my fingers upwards, finding the certain spot that would make her cum in seconds. I rub the tips of my fingers on that area. She grabs her own hair and pulls, making me see how my mere fingers are taking her to the edge of her existence. "That's it, Diamond. Shit. That's it. Do me, baby!"

I bite down on her neck, intentionally making my teeth dig deeper into her skin than it should be. I hate it when she calls me by my stage name. Whenever that name comes out of her mouth while we're doing each other, I feel like none of this is real. I feel like I'm still in front of the camera and all this is just for show. I never call her by her stage name, Candy, as soon as we step out of the studio. Those names are used for business, and I want us to be anything else but business. 

Suddenly, all the heat I was feeling earlier, evaporate slowly. She knows how I hate that. And still she couldn't stop herself at times. It sometimes makes me wonder if she fell in love with the girl on those photos and not the girl who is physically beside her. 

I met Naomie a year ago. It was my very first shoot in the agency I applied in and she was one of the regular models there. At that time, I was nervous. It was my first time stripping naked in front of anybody but my mom. She approached me first when I had my make up done and she tried to make me feel more comfortable. A few months after that, she took me to her small apartment and let me experience my very first - first sex, first time with a girl, first ever relationship. 

I am now twenty, but I haven't had any kind of romantic or intimate relationship with anybody - boy or girl. I was too busy with my family. My mom is an addict. My brother, Eric, has schizophrenia. I think it's the effect of my mom's drug use even when she was pregnant with him. He's twelve, but he hasn't been out of the house for almost three years now. When my mom is sober, she'd remember to feed him and bathe him. But, nowadays, there are more days she's high than not. So, I have to constantly run to the house and check on him. 

I've always wanted to get a place for my brother and I, but I couldn't stand leaving my mother alone. 

 And my father? He's a lawyer. But, he left me and my mom when I was still a toddler. Although my mom was more sober at that time, her lifestyle forced him to leave. I couldn't blame him. He suffered just as much as I did. Especially when he found out that my mom was fucking one of her suppliers just to get free stuff. He still keeps in touch at times though. Actually, he's the one paying for my college fees. But, he wouldn't want to hand my mother any financial support since he knows it'd be spent in other things rather than in food or house expenses. 

Eric's dad, too, isn't around most of the time. He said he's working in the harbor and has to stay there. But, nobody believes his stories. I've seen him countless of times at bars with different girls each night. He spends all his useless salary on alcohol and women that he has nothing left to give for my brother's medication. He just leaves a small amount for the rent. 

I have a best friend. His name's Jisung. He's the sweetest and most understanding guy I know. I met him in high school and we became inseparable ever since. He, too, doesn't have a girlfriend at this moment. But, he had one or two when we were in high school - I think. Although he didn't tell me, I have a feeling he's secretly gay. Through him, I was able to get a job as a waiter in a club he used to work in.