Porn Star (4 page)

Instantly, she pulled down her top and
exposed her breasts to Dennis who had his camera in hand. Like a
trained monkey, Dennis fired off shots as she made different poses
exposing both breasts; holding them, licking them, all away from
the prying eyes of the men behind her who were getting very curious
as to what they were doing.

In the distance, the sounds of men whooping
and hollering could be heard. She was getting attention, even if it
was her back, and she fed off it like a junkie.

“You like this don’t you?” Dennis asked.

Cassidy pulled up her dress and showed off
her pussy again. She didn’t answer, but the look on her face told
the story. This was a woman who genuinely got off on the attention
of men and was willing to do what it took to get it. She was one of
those few people who found a job that actually fit what she wanted
to do in life. Get naked and have men grovel all over her. “I
always wanted to be that girl. The girl that all the guys
masturbated over.”

Dennis tried not to get all psychological but
had to wonder what kind of life this girl lived. Who raised her?
What made her crave male attention so badly? Was she molested as a
child? Ignored? Did she have a bad home life, a father? Now wasn’t
the time to get into a discussion on the reasons why she was doing
what she was doing. She obviously liked what she was doing, and at
the time didn’t seem to be hurting anyone. It wasn’t like she was
doing drugs or robbing gas stations. She was just stripping in
public and getting the attention of the people who validated her
existence. “How long do you want to stay here?” Dennis asked.

Cassidy looked over to the parking lot next
to the ballpark and noticed some kids playing in the gravel. She
instantly pulled down her dress and stood back up brushing the
cloth down covering up. “Oh shit, did you see those kids?” she
asked.

Dennis turned around and had to look hard to
find them, but he did. “We better go,”

He replied.

“No, I want to go over and meet the guys,”
she said.

Frustrated, Dennis began to feel a bit used.
He was a photographer, not a publicist. If she wanted to do
promotion, she needed to do it on her own time. “This isn’t part of
the deal,” Dennis chimed in.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Cassidy
replied. “Don’t forget your camera bag.”

The two walked from the picnic table around
the chain fence that surrounded the field, over to the dugout on
the North side. There Cassidy bathed in the attention of the men
who were waiting their turn at bat and otherwise bored.

“Who are you?” one of the men asked, spitting
chew onto the ground.

“Cassidy Rayne,” she replied with pride that
glowed like a flame.

“What are you doing?”

“Doing some promo shots,” she replied
coyly.

“For what?”

Dennis broke in the conversation, “She’s a
porn star.”

To no one’s amazement, Dennis continued to
watch the men ogle the girl in the short white dress who he now
seemed to be chaperoning.

“Who are you?” the ball player asked.

“He’s my photographer,” Cassidy replied.

“Lucky guy,” the ball player said with a
smile.

Dennis, almost annoyed with being drug
through this woman’s ego enriched fantasy, was becoming impatient
and wanted to get back to the car. He began to fidget and gave off
the impression he was ready to go at any time.

The ball player stepped forward and took a
good long look at Cassidy. She didn’t mind. She ate it up. “Where
can I see you? You in a magazine or something?’

“I’ve been in over three hundred DVD’s and
all over the net. Just look up Cassidy Rayne.”

“I will,” the ball player said.

“Let’s go,” Dennis said annoyed at Cassidy
and her flirting.

Cassidy reluctantly turned away from the
dugout and walked over to Dennis, who was five steps ahead of her
and moving back towards his car in the parking lot. It took her a
bit to catch up, but as soon as she did she turned back and pulled
down the top of her dress and exposed her huge fake boobs to the
men in the dugout. Whoops and hollering filled the air as she spun
around like a dancer eating up all the attention.

Dennis stopped for a moment and waited for
her to finish her impromptu stripping session. It took her what
seemed like forever and the comments of one of the umpires to get
her to pull her top back up. “Let’s play ball!” the umpire yelled
annoyed the game was being delayed for this show.

Then her phone rang. Again Dennis was annoyed
as he had to stand there in the park waiting for this woman to take
a call. How fucking inconvenient it was, especially since he didn’t
know if he would ever get paid for his work. As he listened to her
side of the conversation, he could make out that somebody was
asking her to go somewhere, and it wasn’t to the grocery store. She
was making comments about money and the cost of flights to
California and New York. It was at this time that Dennis realized
that this girl was for real. He hadn’t had time to search her out
on the internet to see if she was a real porn star, but this guy on
the phone was willing to give up some serious cash to fly Cassidy
somewhere for something.

Cassidy clicked off the phone.

“What was all that about?” Dennis asked.

“Fernando, he calls me once a month and asks
me to fly out to L.A. for a private photo shoot.”

“Are you going?”

‘No, he only offered five hundred
dollars.”

“Five hundred dollars and you said no?”

“He won’t pay for the airline tickets. Five
hundred dollars don’t go very far if I have to pay my own way out
and hotel costs.”

“Still, that’s a pretty good chunk of
money.”

“I won’t go out for less than fifteen
hundred.”

“And you get that kind of money?”

“I have a huge fan base, been doing this
since I was eighteen. Men fly me out all the time.”

“And what do you do with them?”

“Usually a blow job and pictures,” she
replied not batting an eye.

“If that’s the case, why are you paying me to
shoot you?”

“Those are snapshots silly, I need
professional promo shots.”

“Ok, hold on for a second, isn’t that
technically prostitution?”

“It’s a fine line,” Cassidy replied. “As long
as they are paying me for pictures, it’s not considered
prostitution.

“Do a lot of prostitutes use that line?”

Offended, Cassidy replied. “I have been in
over three hundred DVD’s. I am not some common prostitute. I am a
porn star.

Two months later Cassidy and Dennis are
aboard a charter flight to Miami for a private photo shoot paid for
by a rich fan. Dennis, nervous and unsure of his role sat in the
second row fidgeting with his camera. He turned across the aisle to
Cassidy who was busy on her tablet. “I’m still not sure what I’m
doing here,” he said trying to get her attention.

“I need a photographer,” she replied not
looking away from her tablet.

“They have photographers in Miami, and it
costs a lot less to hire one than fly me half-way across the
country.”

“I’m paying you.”

“No you’re not, not enough to do this.”

“Then why did you agree?”

“I thought I might write a book about it one
day, it’s not every day I meet a real life porn star.”

“You should write a book about me, I’m
fascinating.”

“Really?, tell me something interesting about
you?” Dennis asked trying to pass the time.

“I was a virgin until I was sixteen,” she
replied proudly.

Stunned, Dennis shook his head and rolled his
eyes. “So?” he replied.

“As a porn star, you would think I would be
getting it a lot younger, I waited.”

“No you didn’t, sixteen is nothing to be
proud of. Anything else that might actually be interesting?”

“I’ve never had an orgasm on camera.”

“Now that is actually interesting. How can
you be in so many DVD’s and, by the way, how many guys have you
fucked?”

Cassidy paused a moment from reading her
tablet and did the math in her head. “Around two hundred fifty, but
you have to realize that I fucked a lot of the same guys more than
once.”

“How does that work anyway?”

“Usually the girls find guys they like to
work with and use them over and over. Sometimes you show up to a
shoot and you have to work with whoever they provide you with.”

“And how do you not get a load of STD’s?”

“You have to have a current lab report in
order to get work. Has to be no more than thirty days old.”

“Is that some sort of law?”

“It is in California.”

Dennis sat for a moment and chewed on what he
had heard. “So you have no problem fucking whoever they line up for
you?”

“I make five hundred to a thousand dollars a
shoot. I would fuck a monkey for that kind of money.”

“It’s all about the money? You don’t care
about the sex?”

“I am very good at what I do, just because I
don’t have an orgasm doesn’t mean I can’t put on a good show. I get
hired all the time.”

“Is it hard to get work in porn?”

“Not all girls are cut out for it. My
roommate was very jealous of me, she couldn’t get the work or pay I
was getting.”

“Why not get a real job? I mean, if you
didn’t enjoy it, why do it?”

“I enjoyed the paycheck and the fame it
brought me. I was known by a lot of people. I have a huge fan base.
I am somebody.”

“You mean you were somebody.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you were somebody you wouldn’t be flying
to Miami with me for some private shoot. You would be back in
California making porn and hanging out with people more famous than
me.”

“I will admit, I am a bit old now to be doing
porn, but I still have what it takes.”

“I bet there is a lot of competition out
there. Nowadays on the internet it isn’t hard to find pictures of
naked girls for free. I don’t see how you can make any money at
this at all.”

“Yes, things have changed from when I
started, back then you would audition, get hired and paid after the
shoot. Now with all the free content, it’s hard to sell what’s
available for free, but the difference is, I made a name for myself
and that’s what the boys are paying for. I’m not just anyone. I’m
Cassidy Rayne.”

Dennis paused again to take in what he was
hearing. He have never spoke to such a self-absorbed narcissist in
his life. “Why no orgasms?” he asked.

“I don’t know, it wasn’t sexual for me, not
the same way it is with my husband. It was a job. Do you enjoy
taking pictures of everyone who poses for you?”

“I guess not,” Dennis replied, surprised at
her lucid answer.

“You’re no idiot are you?” Dennis said
expecting to get yelled at.

“No, I’m very smart, never worked for anyone
but myself since I was eighteen.”

“Is this all you do? Besides the spa?”

“No, I do have another line of work, but I
don’t know if I want to discuss it with you. You seem a tad bit
judgmental.”

“What is it?”

Frustrated, Cassidy replied. “I also do
escort work.”

“You go on dates for money?”

“No, I fuck for money.”

“You told me before you weren’t a prostitute.
What’s the difference?” Dennis asked.

“About five hundred dollars,” Cassidy replied
with a grin.

“So I’m flying to Miami to take pictures of a
high priced prostitute?”

“I’m not a prostitute,” she replied.

“And you’re splitting hairs.”

Just then a female figure darted out of the
cockpit in a panic shouting for help. “Help, Jerry’s dead!”

“Who’s Jerry?” Dennis yelled back over the
screams of the passengers.

“My boyfriend, the pilot!” the woman yelled
back. “Does anyone know how to fly a plane?” she screamed over the
voices of the panicked passengers.

“I do!” Cassidy yelled back and got up out of
her seat.

“What are you doing?” Dennis asked. “This is
no joke.”

Cassidy looked back at Dennis on her way to
the cockpit and replied, “I had a customer who liked to fuck me at
ten thousand feet. He let me land the plane a few times.”

“A few times?” Dennis yelled back now
following Cassidy down the small aisle. “A few times with him next
to you doesn’t make you a pilot.”

“Do you see anyone else volunteering?” she
snapped back pointing towards the frightened passengers. “Now help
me get him out of the seat.”

“Can’t you land the plane from the copilot’s
chair?” Dennis asked not trying to piss Cassidy off.

“I suppose, I’m just used to landing from the
pilot’s seat.”

“You’re telling me that the pilot traded
places with you in midair?”

“That’s not all we did in midair,” Cassidy
replied. “I charged him two thousand for those “dates. It’s a bitch
to fuck in a cockpit, ever try it?” Cassidy slid her small frame
into the copilot’s chair and looked over at Jerry who was now
foaming at the mouth. “He isn’t dead.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Dennis asked from
outside the cockpit door.

“I’ve fucked a few doctors, but I can’t
diagnose everything. Looks like a grand mal seizure.”

“So he might snap out of it?” Dennis
asked.

“Who knows, all I do know is that this plane
won’t land itself.”

“Is it on auto pilot? Maybe we can wait till
he wakes up.”

Cassidy scanned the control readouts and saw
that auto pilot was lit up. “Yeah, it’s on auto pilot.”