Alexxxa

• Author’s Note:
  
• Chapter One
  
• Chapter Two
  
• Chapter Three
  
• Chapter Four
  
• Chapter Five
  
• Chapter Six
  
• Chapter Seven
  
• Chapter Eight
  
• Chapter Nine
  
• Chapter Ten
  
• Chapter Eleven
  
• Chapter Twelve
  
• Chapter Thirteen
  
• Chapter Fourteen
  
• Chapter Fifteen
  
• Chapter Sixteen
  
• Chapter Seventeen
  
• Chapter Eighteen
  
• Chapter Nineteen
  
• Chapter Twenty
  
• Chapter Twenty-One
  
• Chapter Twenty-Two
  
• Chapter Twenty-Three
  
• Chapter Twenty-Four
  
• Chapter Twenty-Five
  
• Chapter Twenty-Six
  
• Chapter Twenty-Seven
  
• Chapter Twenty-Eight
  
• Chapter Twenty-Nine
  
• Chapter Thirty
  
• Chapter Thirty-One
  
• Chapter Thirty-Two
  
• Chapter Thirty-Three
  
• Chapter Thirty-Four
  
• Chapter Thirty-Five
  
• Chapter Thirty-Six
  
• Chapter Thirty-Seven
  
• Chapter Thirty-Eight
  
• Chapter Thirty-Nine
  
• Chapter Forty
  
• Chapter Forty-One
  
• Chapter Forty-Two
  
• Chapter Forty-Three
  
• Chapter Forty-Four
  
• Chapter Forty-Five
  
• Chapter Forty-Six
  
• Chapter Forty-Seven
  
• Chapter Forty-Eight
  
• Chapter Forty-Nine
  
• Chapter Fifty
  
• Chapter Fifty-One
  
• Chapter Fifty-Two
  
• Epilogue
  
• Acknowledgements
  
• About the author
  

Alexxxa

by

D.T. Dyllin

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Alexxxa Copyright
2014 by D.T. Dyllin

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Some of you may be wondering why I wrote a romance novel with a heroine that’s a porn star. The answer is simple: For me, writing is an opportunity to not only expel my inner demons, but to maybe, hopefully, get some people to think about things—to start asking questions. Like why, in romance novels, is it okay for men to have sex with tons of women and in no way will this affect the possibility of him finding love in the future? But if a woman has a lot of sex then she’s a slut and incapable of love. This notion is an affront to my feminist sensibilities. A woman should be free to make whatever decisions she wants for herself and her body. That idea should be reflected in romance novels. So this book is my way of saying that the ‘slut shaming’ must stop. Everyone deserves a chance at love, and they’ll get it in my books. In closing: Read and do whatever you wish, but never try to make other people feel bad about their choices just because they aren’t yours. Feminism is about having the right to choose. Your mind, your body… your choice.

The question isn’t who’s going to let me;

It’s who is going to stop me.

~Ayn Rand

“Yeah, baby. Just like that. Fuck.”

My eyes burned and tears streamed down my face. Donny had a firm grip in my long blonde hair as I deep throated him. Not an easy task since he was well over nine inches and he wasn’t too shabby in the girth department either. But ever the professional, I kept up my ministrations until he slid out of my mouth with an audible pop and came all over my face and tits. I moaned and gazed up at my co-star adoringly.

“Mmmm…” I purred. “You taste so good.” My tongue snaked out to capture some of his cum from the corner of my mouth. He didn’t taste good though, he was much too bitter. I guess he hadn’t taken the advice about drinking pineapple juice. Oh well, I didn’t make the big bucks by being a diva. At least none of his spunk had made its way into my eyes. That always burned like hell.

“Aaaand cut! We got it! Thanks everyone!” the director called loudly.

I stood slowly, stretching as I went, my entire body sore. I rubbed my jaw and grabbed my robe. No one even bothered to offer me a baby wipe or towel or anything. I may make top dollar and be at the top of everyone’s list of who they wanted for their next film, but only the new girls got coddled. Some days, I missed being the new kid on the block. I snagged a baby wipe from a pouch on the floor and rubbed it over my sticky skin. “Hey, Henry, I’m taking a shower break.” I called to my director who was talking to two unfamiliar men.

He waved me off with a muttered, “Be back in twenty, we still have the group scene to film.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I snapped, before heading out.

I’d always loved sex. Even when I was a snot nosed pre-teen, my hormones just beginning to ramp up, I took a voracious interest in sex. I researched it with a single-minded obsession… Magazines, books…movies. Aaaah…porno movies. From the very first film I saw, I was entranced. My best friend Devlin snuck a video from his older brother’s collection for us to watch out of curiosity. When I saw Devlin’s rapt gaze, I knew something immediately. I wanted to be just like those girls in the video. I wanted men to love me like that. Because to me, sex and love were all mixed up. I didn’t have a father or brother, or any male role model to teach me otherwise. I had Devlin, and when I asked him if he wanted me to take his dick in my mouth like the girls in the porn we were watching, he didn’t protest. No guy has ever protested.

It was something that had always made me proud, surely it pointed to the fact that I was loved and adored. And if people loved me, that meant I was a good person, right? I just wasn’t feeling much of the love anymore. In fact, I wasn’t feeling much of anything anymore. Maybe I was burnt out? I’d seen other porn stars go through it. Some quit, some took an extended vacation, and some pushed through it. I was opting for the latter. Or maybe I wasn’t burnt out… I could be getting sick. My head was feeling kind of stuffy. Hmmm…

“Alexa!” Henry yelled down the hallway just before I could duck into my dressing room.

Can’t I even get twenty minutes to myself?
I slid my eyes shut for a moment and inhaled deeply before plastering a fake smile on my face and turning around. “Yes, Henry?”

Henry’s rotund figure bustled towards me, sweat dripping down his temples. The two unfamiliar men he’d been talking to before followed leisurely behind him. “Alexa, I—we need to talk to you.”