I walked in to the bar, my eyes were still adjusting to the lighting when I spotted my friend, Mike motioning me over to a high top table with six or so people already standing nearby. I had come out to San Diego for some bullshit conference but mainly as a cheap way to pal around with my friend Mike. Mike had been out on the west coast for five years and I hadn't been out to visit him at all. When I saw the continuing education class offered in San Diego, I knew I could get a cheap flight and hotel and blow off most of the training session. Mike and I spent the last few nights taking in baseball games and drinking our way through the city. I made my way through the bar, taking in the scenery as I passed.
"Hey bro," I said as I walked up to Mike.
"How was day two?"
"Meh. More of the same. Necessary evil to get me out here," I said with a shrug.
"You look like you could use a beer."
"Or ten," I said as I tried to flag down the bartender.
Mike asked the people at the hightop if they needed a drink while I tried to get the attention of the bartender. The bar was upscale with high end bottles, signs for signature cocktails and pretty bartenders who seemed unable to do much more than pour a draft. Despite the upscale intentions a lot of the customers seemed to be dressed in the typical San Diego flip flop and shorts ensemble.
"Give me a green flash" I said to the blonde bartender who turned away without comment.
"Make it two, and two more of those cosmos, please" added Mike from behind. "Want a shot to catch up?"
"Sure" I said with a smile. "Might as well get this party started."
"Two jamo picklebacks too please," Mike yelled after the bartender.
We knocked down our shots and headed back with drinks for the table. I made small talk with Mike's friends for a while. His friends seemed nice enough. The girls at the table were either dating someone there, or in the case of Tina, clearly not interested in a guy who was only in town for two more days. We discussed heading to a different bar and Mike's friend, Colleen, told us that their friend Liz was already on the way to meet us. We all got another drink and Mike talked me into another round of pickleback shots.
Liz arrived to much fanfare from the group. Mike introduced me to Liz. "Liz, this is the guy from Buffalo, I was telling you about. Charlie she's from Buffalo too."
Turned out Liz had grown up in Buffalo and moved out west after high school while I moved into Buffalo for college. We talked about different neighborhoods and turned out we knew some of the same people and hangouts. Liz was blonde and cute in a young Elizabeth Shue kind-of-way. As we made small talk Liz introduced me to her friends Allie and Shellie. All three girls were dressed to kill and clearly out for the night as compared to the rest of our table in a mix of work clothes and west coast casual. While Liz and I were doing our who-do-you-knows, I kept making eye contact with Shellie. She looked familiar to me, but I couldn't quite place it. She had dark hair and deep brown eyes. She was much thinner than Liz, but had a phenomenal ass. Shellie had the most mischievous smile, but her voice and laugh were driving me crazy. As I talked with Liz, I was starting to lose focus trying to place Shellie.
Shellie was dressed in bright blue high heels, a tight skirt and blue satin blouse. She had a small frame but curves in all the right places. She oozed confidence that was almost off the charts. She had on a necklace that kept drawing my eyes just below her blouse button line. As Liz talked to me about the bars of Chippewa Street, I locked eyes with Shellie and it hit me like a wave. I went dumbfounded as I realized I was standing five feet away from and staring at Tori Black, one of the hottest porn stars ever. I had been watching and jerking off to this woman for at least the last ten years and here she was. As the epiphany burst over me, I could do nothing but stare at her. Suddenly I realized she was smiling, albeit awkwardly, at me. I regained coherency and attempted to focus on whatever Buffalo bar Liz was talking about. Over the next half hour, I could not keep my eyes of Shellie. I had convinced myself she was a look-a-like. It simply could not be Tori Black. Mike slapped me on the back and half scared the shit out of me.
"Sorry, ladies. I have to borrow my man here," Mike said with a smile.
"Anybody need a drink?" I asked before Mike could swing me toward the bar.
"Yeah," said Liz with a look toward Shellie and Allie. "Three more of these."
"What are they?" I asked.
"Negronis," answered Liz.
We ordered another round of drinks and two more shots. I wolfed down my shot and pulled Mike in to whispering distance.
"Dude, do not look right now. But I'm pretty sure that Shellie is Tori Black."
"Who?" Mike said, way too loud.
"Tori Black. The porn star," I whispered.
Mike leaned back from me. His eyes wide. I could almost feel him fighting the urge to look over his shoulder.
"Nice!" he finally said after a long pause.
To my horror Mike spun around and faced the girls.
"You babes want some shots?"
"Sure," Liz said enthusiastically without looking at Allie or Shellie.
Mike ordered more shots from the bartender. "I don't know, man. She doesn't look like a porn star to me."
I rolled my eyes, whipped out my phone and started frantically searching for a link that would not pull up a full blown porn movie in the middle of the bar. Finally, I found a found a headshot of her. I glanced over my shoulder and showed Mike. Mike's eyes widened.
"Duuuuude," he said. "That's looks just like her. How come I've never seen her before?"
"Like in porn, or around here?" I asked. I was almost as dumbfounded that Mike seemed to have no idea who she was.
"Either?" Mike said
I was regretting telling Mike but I had to get a second opinion. As we carried drinks over, it dawned on me I had no idea what to do. This woman has had sex with some of the biggest male porn stars in the world. I would likely be a huge let down...if I could even hook up with her.
I handed Shellie her drink. Within a second, Mike went after it.
