myself as I forced a smile, while Ace still loitered around.
“Carmen , darling, we need to discuss getting you in contract with Virginal Films,” the director exclaimed, as he walked over to where we were standing and slapped Ace on the back. How these people just stand around here naked all the time blows my mind. Even when I was stripping the first thing I did when I came off stage was grab something to throw on I am proud of my body, but not everyone needs to see every hole I’m rocking at all times.
“Y ou guys nailed that last scene; I was seeing fucking rainbows shoot out above your heads!” the director marveled, as I awkwardly shifted my weight back and forth on both feet.
“Thanks, but I need to get cleaned up. The photographers want to shoot my stills for the cover in a little bit,” I spoke, while waiting for my perfect opportunity to slink away.
“Alright, go get gussied up again, darling. You are going to make us a fortune!” he cheered while turning inward to face my coworker directly.
Well shooting a video every couple weeks was easier than stripping three or four nights a week. Besides, I make way better money now, when I actually do get booked into a strip club on promotional gigs. Video girls always brought a larger crowd in, than just the house girls, and pretending to have fabulous sex all day for a camera was easier than trying to shake my ass for a couple bucks for old stingy men. I have come to master the ‘oh baby, do me harder, faster, your cock is so big’ lingo that I was starting to get booked quite regularly nothing like being able to pay the bills, and have a room to yourself, to make it easier when jumping in the sack with a random dude. Or even girls, if the money was right, whatever it took to bring home the paycheck. I wasn’t going back to living with three girls, struggling to survive in the city of lights. People called, looking for me, and it wasn’t bill collectors looking for cash. I was becoming the ‘big star’ I always wanted to be, even if I was only recognized with my clothes off.
Sitting in the makeup chair , I closed my eyes for a split second, until I heard the shrill shriek of the makeup artist from the doorway. “Carmen, you were absolutely fantastic!” she gushed while wobbling in her high as hell stripper shoes over to my chair. Apparently, if you have any sorts of brains and can manage saying a couple lines without screwing them up and having to do twenty takes, it makes you a badass in the adult entertainment industry.
“I wi sh I had your skills to do that; I mean, it looks so natural for you.”
“Well , I did suck a lot of dick in high school,” I stated, while rolling my eyes.
“Seriously? You need to teach me your tricks , girl,” Cherri giggled, as she began to wipe the first layer of makeup off my face.
“I’m kidding, Cherri, and besides, I’m sure you would be good at it too.”
“Sweetie , I tried to be all sexy for the camera once and I looked like a cheap two dollar hooker,” she laughed, as she reached over and started peeling off the fake lashes that graced my eyes.
I glanced over at the mirror and started to see the real Carmen emerge from the multiple layers of paint Cherri spent hours on earlier. One great step up from stripping was that the amount of glitter my body needed was drastically cut in half; unless I was playing a stripper in the movie, then it seemed I had a gallon of the crap dumped on my body. Nothing like finding that shit in every single hole on your body for the next week, to make you never want to twirl on the pole again.
“Are you coming to the wrap party t onight? It’s at Coconuts, and you know that means open bar,” Cherri smiled, as she applied a cream foundation to my freshly cleansed skin.
“I don’t know; last time I went to one of those I ended up blacked out and couldn’t remember anything that happened.”
“Yeah , but I got you home, and it was even alone for that
“Carmen , darling, we need to discuss getting you in contract with Virginal Films,” the director exclaimed, as he walked over to where we were standing and slapped Ace on the back. How these people just stand around here naked all the time blows my mind. Even when I was stripping the first thing I did when I came off stage was grab something to throw on I am proud of my body, but not everyone needs to see every hole I’m rocking at all times.
“Y ou guys nailed that last scene; I was seeing fucking rainbows shoot out above your heads!” the director marveled, as I awkwardly shifted my weight back and forth on both feet.
“Thanks, but I need to get cleaned up. The photographers want to shoot my stills for the cover in a little bit,” I spoke, while waiting for my perfect opportunity to slink away.
“Alright, go get gussied up again, darling. You are going to make us a fortune!” he cheered while turning inward to face my coworker directly.
Well shooting a video every couple weeks was easier than stripping three or four nights a week. Besides, I make way better money now, when I actually do get booked into a strip club on promotional gigs. Video girls always brought a larger crowd in, than just the house girls, and pretending to have fabulous sex all day for a camera was easier than trying to shake my ass for a couple bucks for old stingy men. I have come to master the ‘oh baby, do me harder, faster, your cock is so big’ lingo that I was starting to get booked quite regularly nothing like being able to pay the bills, and have a room to yourself, to make it easier when jumping in the sack with a random dude. Or even girls, if the money was right, whatever it took to bring home the paycheck. I wasn’t going back to living with three girls, struggling to survive in the city of lights. People called, looking for me, and it wasn’t bill collectors looking for cash. I was becoming the ‘big star’ I always wanted to be, even if I was only recognized with my clothes off.
Sitting in the makeup chair , I closed my eyes for a split second, until I heard the shrill shriek of the makeup artist from the doorway. “Carmen, you were absolutely fantastic!” she gushed while wobbling in her high as hell stripper shoes over to my chair. Apparently, if you have any sorts of brains and can manage saying a couple lines without screwing them up and having to do twenty takes, it makes you a badass in the adult entertainment industry.
“I wi sh I had your skills to do that; I mean, it looks so natural for you.”
“Well , I did suck a lot of dick in high school,” I stated, while rolling my eyes.
“Seriously? You need to teach me your tricks , girl,” Cherri giggled, as she began to wipe the first layer of makeup off my face.
“I’m kidding, Cherri, and besides, I’m sure you would be good at it too.”
“Sweetie , I tried to be all sexy for the camera once and I looked like a cheap two dollar hooker,” she laughed, as she reached over and started peeling off the fake lashes that graced my eyes.
I glanced over at the mirror and started to see the real Carmen emerge from the multiple layers of paint Cherri spent hours on earlier. One great step up from stripping was that the amount of glitter my body needed was drastically cut in half; unless I was playing a stripper in the movie, then it seemed I had a gallon of the crap dumped on my body. Nothing like finding that shit in every single hole on your body for the next week, to make you never want to twirl on the pole again.
“Are you coming to the wrap party t onight? It’s at Coconuts, and you know that means open bar,” Cherri smiled, as she applied a cream foundation to my freshly cleansed skin.
“I don’t know; last time I went to one of those I ended up blacked out and couldn’t remember anything that happened.”
“Yeah , but I got you home, and it was even alone for that
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