I was working my regular shift at a popular upscale restaurant on the Las Vegas Strip. The name tag on my manager's uniform said Peggy Trent but that wasn't my only name. Ten years earlier, when I was eighteen, I had been known as Cherry Brightly. For seven months I had a busy career as Cherry, an adult movie actress and featured live show performer, working for a company based in a suburb of Los Angeles.
I did pretty well, enough to bank some money to use when I left the adult business to go to college in LA. While getting my education, I did a few gigs to raise cash, but I left Cherry behind as I phased out that type of work before I left school.
Leveraging my BA in Business, I was successful in restaurant management using all my assets: a head turning figure, organized mind, outgoing personality, and a genuine interest in people.
I arrived at the table of three men loudly enjoying our excellent food and drinks. Their waitress alerted me that they were running up a large check so I wanted to make sure they were having a good experience.
"Good evening, gentlemen. I'm Peggy Trent, the manager. Is everything to your satisfaction?"
They were very cordial, respectful, and apparently having a great time.
We chatted about nothing for a few minutes before the man closest to me said, "Aren't you Cherry Brightly?" He was grinning ear to ear.
I was startled. No one had called me Cherry for years, but that night the name was back.
"Yes, that was my stage name at one time," I answered.
He patted my rear, then continued, "I knew it had to be you. Those blue eyes..."
He paused, obviously happy to have found me.
"My name is Brad. I'm a long time admirer. You were fabulous in the movies I saw back in the day."
He looked me over. "You look great now, too."
I smiled, "Thank you. It's nice to meet a fan."
He asked, "Have you made any movies recently?"
He wasn't leering or anything, but he kept his hand on me. I wanted to end the encounter but without offending him.
"I've been out of that business for ten years. Well, I hope you gentlemen have a fine evening."
I turned to walk away.
"Wait," Brad called. "Can we have a drink later, after your shift?"
"I really don't do that-" I started to say.
"Please make an exception for me," he asked. "I may have something for you."
They all "may have something," but I thought it over. He was good looking, very polite. He and his two friends appeared to be respectable, businessman types, probably harmless. Oops, not quite, there was the hand on my ass.
But it's Vegas...really, why not?
"Okay, an exception. For a drink."
Brad and I agreed to meet at midnight, at the intimate Lily lounge in the center of the Bellagio casino, a vast palace just down the Strip from my restaurant.
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I was ten minutes late, but I found Brad where we had arranged. He brightened as I approached.
"Were you afraid I stood you up?" I asked.
"Not afraid, but I would have been really disappointed."
We were shown to a quiet table. The atmosphere was just right for the tentative status of our acquaintance.
At the table, he again complimented my looks.
"I love your blonde hair, the big loose curls especially. And you sure have kept your body in shape, slender but with ample boobs. Oops, can I say that?"
I laughed. "I guess 34C goes well with five-nine, one hundred twenty pounds."
"Right, totally," he hastened to agree.
When the waiter came, Brad expertly ordered a bottle of wine for us.
"What brings you to Vegas?" I asked.
"Our company has quarterly sales contests," he explained. "The prize for the top team is a trip here, all expenses paid. My guys make a lot of money for the company so these outings are wide open, no questions asked."
"What's the company do?"
"Industrial machinery. We import equipment used to manufacture electronic assemblies. Very high tech."
"Sounds like you are appreciated for your work," I commented.
"Definitely. The recognition of winning the contest is a real morale booster. Not to mention the high bonus income of the top producers."
He paused, looking at me.
"I can't believe I'm here with Cherry Brightly," he said, smiling and shaking his head. "This means a lot to me."
"It's awesome to hear you've kept me in your thoughts, but my career was not a big deal. For half a year I was a minor celebrity, one of thousands of young women who call themselves 'porn stars.' But that was ten years ago. Now I'm just a woman with an ordinary job."
He didn't accept that.
"First of all, you look fabulous. You could still be making movies if you wanted to. I'd pay to see you again."
I thanked him and tried to change the subject. "The DJ here is great. It's like an after hours club, but quieter."
"Right, but back to you. Second of all, you are very together, bright and charming. I wouldn't be afraid to take you anywhere."
"Home to mother?" I asked.
"Well, I might have to edit your resume a little, but generally, yes, I'd take you home to meet my mother."
We laughed, talked about many things, having a fine time.
Brad finally came to the point.
"I have a question for you, if I may." he asked, a little nervously.
"Sure, go ahead." I sensed he was thinking of me sexually.
"While the team is here I promised them a special event, one that requires an experienced woman. I was going to call an escort service, but I assume you know the score on such things. Could you recommend who to call?"
"Special event?" I asked. "What sort of event?"
"I have a very clear memory of you in 'Bad Girl Downtown' - the big scene near the end."
Of course he was talking about the gangbang in that movie, one of my best known scenes. Ten men and me, pretty wild. When I appeared at clubs I was routinely propositioned, "Let's party like Bad Girl Downtown."
"You want a woman for your sales guys to gangbang?"
"Yes," he admitted. "They are really psyched, but I haven't booked the woman yet."
"How many men are involved?"
"Nine, including me. All good natured guys who will treat you right while they bang you without mercy."