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    12 Hours of Daylight – a Jason Jules Novella
    12 Hours of Daylight – a Jason Jules Novella
    12 Hours of Daylight – a Jason Jules Novella
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    12 Hours of Daylight – a Jason Jules Novella

    By Tameka Mullins

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    12 HOURS OF DAYLIGHT: A JASON JULES NOVELLA is an erotic story of angst, sex, and the many challenges of being a single parent.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBookBaby
    Release dateJan 5, 2017
    ISBN9781483591681
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      12 Hours of Daylight – a Jason Jules Novella - Tameka Mullins

      Copyright © 2016 by Tameka Mullins

      All rights reserved.

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

      For information contact:

      tamekam@tamekamullins.com

      BookBaby

      ISBN: 978-1-4835916-8-1

      Cover art by Carl Graves

      Edited by Elizabeth Nover

      www.tamekamullins.com

      For lovers of the unconventional

      and for unconventional lovers

      12 Hours of Daylight: A Jason Jules Novella

      I want an In-N-Out burger. Badly. Now is not the time to satisfy my rare fast food craving though. I have a lot of work to do. Working in the service sector is fun sometimes, but challenging. You always have to be on and accommodating. Even when your stomach is growling, you have to ensure that the needs of others are met first. I’m not a selfish dude by any means, but I would give anything to take a quick break for a Protein Style burger and a chocolate shake. Duty calls, though, so I can’t step away now. I’ll just have to wait until my work is done.

      I don’t arrange storefronts, sell shoes or provide customer service over the phone, but my days are just as busy as any other worker bee flitting from home to office every day. Being surrounded by excitement makes the days go by faster and I can definitely get with that. Each day is different. Where I work is nothing like the confines of the drab, gray cubicles some people I know work in, or even the spacious offices a few lucky bastards have been able to snag.

      Jason, are you ready? Sheila calls out just as I am about to enter.

      I rake my slicked-back brown hair down. Yeah, I’m ready to go. Where do you want me? I answer and take in the latest set design.

      A day ago, the modern industrial space we inhabit was a sterile hospital staff locker room. Now, the huge room resembles a hot, modern lounge complete with dark purple banquets, glossy silver tables, a small dance area and a DJ booth. Extras are placed strategically around the room, and a new Future song pumps loudly. There is something about trap music that just takes all of your cares away. I think it’s the hypnotizing, repetitive hooks and hard-driving beats. It makes you feel above it all. Musical crack, for sure.

      It amazes me how fast a meaningless, empty space can be arranged and staged to become something that teems with life and activity. It’s kind of how I feel everyday before I lose myself in my work. On the surface, I’m handsome, muscular and tall, with a magnetic personality; on the inside, I’m a shell, hollowed out by life. But when I step into this transformed space, I can become anyone and be transported anywhere.

      An oversized, circular bed decorated with numerous pillows has been set up in the middle of the dance floor. Upon closer inspection, I realize a shapely figure is wrapped up in the white bedding.

      I’m gonna need you to be led out and blindfolded, Sheila barks. I’m sorry. I know I’m changing things around, but just work with me, okay, Jason?

      Sheila wears her hair pulled back, but her long raven curls give her a polished look. There is nothing plain about her, even if she does downplay her aesthetic appeal. I think she does that so people will focus on her other attributes.

      I nod at her and walk back just out of the camera’s view while a PA ties a black blindfold around my neck.

      Sheila looks me over, gives me a thumbs-up, motions for me to put the blindfold on and fires off more directions. Okay, lead him out now. Jason, I want you to protest a little. Ask what’s going on or something like that. You’re good at improvising. I’m not trying to do too many takes today. Let’s get this right.

      This scene is supposed to feature my character, a man who is getting married in a few days, at a club with his boys, letting loose. That’s about all I know because Sheila likes us to improvise a lot. I trust her, even though she never cares about following the script. She always throws some surprises at her actors, and working with her can be equally fun and stressful. She doesn’t mind spending money either. A perfectionist, she won’t leave a set until things look the way she wants them to, and that often leads to blown budgets and screaming matches between her and the studio heads.

      Sheila, this is very different than what was on the page. What am I—

      Don’t worry about it, baby. I got you, she purrs not far from my ear. I’m the director, so let me direct. You know I’m the Thelonious Monk of this shit, right? Trust me. Just move with me.

      I stand there, dumbfounded, while the other actors in the scene surround me and begin their dialogue.

      Hey man, you’re about to have the night of your motherfucking life! You can thank us later!

      Yeah brother, you are never going to forget this!

      Getting into the swing of things, I work my way into the scene, winging it with some improvisation like Sheila suggested.

      I must be really drunk to let you fools blindfold me. What the shit is going on? I thought we were just coming out to drink and see some strippers. I’m taking this damn thing off!

      I reach up to take off the blindfold, but a soft hand grabs mine and places it between her breasts. I wasn’t expecting it, but I go along with the program, since Sheila has already started rolling tape. The buxom woman then kisses me lightly on the lips.

      I have been instructed to give you an amazing night. Are you ready? I’m not sure how to respond, but if I fuck up, Sheila will stop me.

      I’m not sure I am, but hell, I’m here so I’m not gonna back out now. Am I about to get a lap dance?

      I’m pulled forward by my belt and I have to shuffle my feet so I won’t fall on my face.

      You could call it a lap dance, my sexy scene partner says while continuing to lead me to the middle of the floor, where the bed sits.

      This type of acting is intriguing. Not knowing what to expect in a scene keeps my senses alert. Other things too. I begin to feel familiar stirrings in my pants. Even though my blindfold is on securely, I can tell that the lighting in the room has become darker and hazed with red. The music has been lowered too so as to not compete with the dialogue. Sheila likes to use music to keep her actors lively, but she switches out songs in post-production all the time.

      My leg bumps up against something hard—the base of the bed. The extras’ conversations simmer down. Then a deep voice comes over a loudspeaker.

      Congrats to Mike, who will be getting hitched in a few days, but we thought we’d send him off in style! Ain’t that right, ladies!

      Everyone in the scene then begins to hoot and holler, and I get ready to put on a show. In the next twenty to thirty minutes, I will make my contribution to the service industry. Dick service. As a porn star, it is my pleasure and duty.

      My shirt is ripped off, but I keep my jeans on. I feel my way around, reaching for the body in the bed, and hit a wonderland of curves. I am usually given instructions on how to move or where to go in these

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