Running Home by T.A. Hardenbrook Page B

back down and buttoning my shirt back up.” She groaned as she dropped her head in shame. This industry was famous for turning a good girl into a train wreck in a short amount of time. Sure, there were plenty of ‘bad girls’ that were basically destined for this profession. My whole town probably saw this coming for me. But it wasn’t for the weak or kind hearted; this was a cruel job in an overly greedy world.
    “Just don’t make a habit of it,” I kindly said as I sat on the bed next to her.
    “How do you do it? I know you have sex all the time in the movies, but I never see you bring anyone home, let alone show any interest on set. I feel like a sex crazed lunatic when I’m around guys and you are like a freaking monk who swore off sex forever.”
    I t’s not like I wasn’t into sex. Fuck, I loved it. It just wasn’t the same feelings when I was in front of the camera. Yeah, I still got my rocks off, for the most part, but the intimacy wasn’t there when someone is shouting hold that pose, spank that ass, or get ready for the cum shot. Porn had ruined the physical part of the relationship for me, and some guy was going to have to come up with something fucking fantastic to prove me otherwise. Most of the guys I’d been with were freaking remarkable in bed; I was going to need shooting stars and unicorns to make me open my legs for someone I wasn’t getting paid to screw. 
    “Sex is just something I do for money; there is no emotional experience for me anymore. I don’t need a man or woman to make myself feel complete. I just want to survive in this world, have people know who I am , and sex outside of the business always seems to complicate things,” I shrugged my shoulders and offered her a light side hug.
    “It’s just dumb ,” Cherri sighed, while she wiped the mascara running down her face.
    I gave her a small smile as I stood up and walked over to the closet to grab my dress out of the dry cleaning bag. I couldn’t help but let a stupid grin crawl across my lips as I took the plastic wrap off the black lace dress. This was the biggest splurge I had made since I started doing videos. Well I take that back, this was the second biggest thing, next to my Jeep. I couldn’t resist not buying this short little thing when I passed it in the window, walking down Rodeo Drive. It took almost a full pay check to call this mine, but with tonight being my first starring role in a large movie, it called for an absolutely stunning number to grace my body. Besides, I wanted to look hot tonight, and not ‘stripper hot’; there was a huge difference between the two.
    “Hot damn girl! That dress is on fire,” Cherry shrieked , as she swiftly rushed over to where I was standing to get a closer look at the dress.
    It was something to look at; fine black lace that stopped mid-thigh and carried down to mid forearm. The lining was a nude color that matched perfectly with my summer tan, giving off the illusion that I was naked under the frock. I was pretty sure I would be the most covered up girl at the party, with the boat neck style neckline, but I was also confident that nothing mattered once I slipped into this dress. It was a dress that made you stop and take notice; I didn’t look slutty or trashy, it was an empowering piece of fabric. I looked like all women in this black number. I’m betting if I was to show up to a normal Hollywood party people would never know I did porn.
    I hung the dress on the back of the closet door , as I pulled a shoe box off the top shelf in the closet. Tonight, I was going to be the ‘classy’ girl in the adult industry, leaving a little mystery to my look. What I wouldn’t give to show up in that little old town now, looking like this. I’m betting mouths would drop open the moment I walked back into their lives.
    Snickering to myself , I walked into the bathroom to finish my hair. “You almost ready for me to do your makeup?” Cherri yelled from her room. Yep, I was going