"Flight Eight-ten is now boarding for Houston, Texas," the lady said over the intercom.
"That's me," I said to the guy sitting next to me, for the last hour we had been having a conversation, well, I was holding a conversation with him, he was having a conversation with my cleavage.
"Okay," he said as he sounded disappointed.
"If you join any of those sites, we will talk more," I said as I walked away.
That was how the conversation got started, he thought he had seen me before and well he had, pity he wasn't the type to spend money online, due to his wife and kids. I told him that many of my followers were married men.
He was shocked that married men that took the oath would go online to pay women to strip and play with themselves on camera. I laughed and told him that before I did that, I was broke, now I was heading for my first porn shoot, and I had neither paid for the ticket or the hotel room.
The married man shook his head and said imbeciles, which I couldn't agree more; morally, financially, I loved every single one of those perverts. I recently learned they had up'd the price of many of my videos and pictures, and the morons were still paying.
"Right down there, ma'am," the stewardess said as I boarded.
"Dammit," I said as I looked at who I was going to be seated next to, one of the guys that had been trying to hoard into our conversation.
"Hi," he said as I moved into my seat.
"We meet again," he smiled.
"Yup," I said, trying to be friendly as it was going to be a bit of a flight.
"So," he said, but I grabbed my earbuds and plugged them into my ears.
"Sorry, have to listen to this message," I said.
He shook his head and sank back into the chair. I hated to be like this, but I had just got out of a conversation about the morality of sex workers, I didn't intend on getting into another.
I tried to ignore him as much as possible until he got out his laptop and started typing loudly. He was directly talking to me via his screen. He asked how it was morally acceptable for me to know married men were cheating on their wives with me.
"First," I said out loud. "It's not cheating. If they get their rocks off by me taking my clothes off, then that's on them."
He looked around as if trying to silence me so others couldn't hear. "Second, I didn't stand at the altar and say I would stick by any of them."
I didn't tell him that I had cheated on my husband even after taking that oath, but I didn't expect my husband to get mad at the man that nailed me either. I was the one that made that oath, not him.
The man slammed his laptop and looked at me with a look that could kill, I guess the higher than thou man didn't want people on the plan that he was talking to a cam girl, gone porn actress.
I had men of many creeds that we're married and hiding their activities online from their wives. I couldn't count how many times I had seen, men dash of the camera because someone was coming, or say they couldn't be on long because "she" was in the next room. Then those same men want to turn around and say what we were doing was wrong? Really? Show financial records to their wives. I bet they would be happy to see them buying things for a stranger.
Four times now a different man had bought my bra's, being a MM wasn't cheap. All I had to do was put it on my wish list and bam! It was arriving in my P.O. Box, then there was the women that thought I was a slut and misleading these poor men. That couldn't control themselves. I am sorry that I found something that works for me, that I enjoy doing, and most of us that do this job, have no intention of sleeping with any of those men, they can hit unsubscribe or the little x button at the top of their screen anytime they felt like it. Not once did I ever force anyone to buy me anything.
"I take it we are done?" I said, holding one of my earbuds away from my ear.
"Sure," the man said as he folded his arms. "Slut."
I laughed and put the headphone in my ear. Then it hit me. I quickly reached for his laptop, and there on the home screen was the app for one of the other websites. He reached for it immediately and closed it.
"I am on that one too," I smiled as I shook my head. "Hypocrite."
As if Slut was the worse name I had been called, there hadn't been a word invented that someone hadn't used to describe me or what I was doing. "I hope your mother is proud," was used a few times. My mother would be proud that I was doing something other than leeching off the government as she would say if she were still alive. Never knew my father so could care less what he thought, the three of my children knew, and they had no problems with it. So, bite me, Karen!
I laughed as he shifted back and forth in his seat. "Can I get another seat, if someone is willing to switch?" he asked the stewardess.
"No, but you can if you would like to?" she asked me as I took my earbuds out to say something.
"Sure," I said, standing up.
"We heard his conversation before you came in, and we put one and one together," she said, walking down the row. "You can sit here," she pointed to an empty row.
"Thank you," I nodded.
"Your very welcome, hope you enjoy your flight," she said with a smile.
I ran into people like him online, people that thought their words and opinions mattered. The one thing they all had in common was hiding behind fake names. "User17728 says: You're a slut and should be treated like one." I laughed at that one as I read it on my phone.
Quickly I replied, "Oh honey if you knew what I liked, you would know being treated like someone's slut is a turn on."
Checking these messages was fun and helped me pass the time. Although the company I was with filtered most of it, some always got through. "Disney101 says: You are going straight to hell!"
"I have been on the highway to hell since I graduated high school. Doing this is my way of stepping on the gas!"
"Loverofboobs says: Thank you for everything, just bought something from your list, hope you like."
"I will definitely like it, thank you," I replied. These were some of the messages I would get, then some of them, thought since they bought me something we were now dating or I owed them something in return.
The flight seemed longer than I thought, but soon the wheels were touching down on the tarmac, and I was later greeted nicely by some lovely people from my company. I didn't understand the flack my company took from some of the other women in my business, sure they took a large percentage out of my check, but the service was well worth it. Hotels, Rentals, and an agent at each shoot or video, also they took care of searching the internet for stream sites that were playing videos or displaying photos they shouldn't, who wouldn't want to pay a little extra for all of that?
"The shoot is later this afternoon," the agent said as she gave me the keys to the rental. "I have already put in both locations of your hotel and the shoot into your GPS."
"Thank you," I said as I got in the car.
"I will see you there," she smiled as she waved at me.
Like I said, who wouldn't pay for that kind of service. I knew of others that had to wait in line for their rental car and get their hotel room. There in the cup holder were two key cards for my hotel room; all I had to do was go straight up.
Some complained it would take two shoots to meet one of someone that wasn't with the company, but they had to pay their own way to get to the shoot, plus the rental, plus the hotel and hope the taping company would put it in their salary for the shoot. All I had to do was show up. Plus, coming from dirt poor to this was a walk in the park, literally.
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"Wow," the director said as I stood in front of him.
I was glad I went with the tight-fitting jean shorts and a white top with a black bra. Yeah, it looked slutty, but I was shooting a porn video, so what else should I wear a dress suit?
"Michelle wasn't lying when she said you had the whole package," the director said.
"You didn't look at the picture?" the agent asked as she stood by me.
"Lady, some of those photo's are so shopped these days, it isn't even worth it anymore," the man said as he sat back in his chair and smoked on his cigarette.
He was right, though. There were tons of photos of women out there that were photoshopped and enhanced that when you saw the real person, they looked nothing like their photos.
"Those the real deal or they the silicone kind?" he asked as he stared at my tits.
I pulled one out and gave it a lick, just for his enjoyment.
"Jesus," he said. "Make sure when we are shooting, you get a good view of those fuckers when they are bouncing, tit guys love bouncing udders!" he said to one of the other guys.
I laughed at the guy as he nodded at me and gave me a wink.
"Okay," the director said as he led me outside. It was a quiet neighborhood. "Our company owns these two houses, okay," he said with the cigarette hanging from his lip.
"Johnny, your partner, is in that house getting all ready for you as we speak," he said, turning to a car. "You just stand here with that big ass of yours facing that way, when he comes out we will start rolling, you are having trouble with your car and so forth, okay."
I nodded. I had seen this scene done thousands of times. Why did guys get so interested in seeing the same scene, same scenario, over and over again?
He started to led me back inside. "Guess we go in there, and that's where everything begins, huh?" I said, stopping at the car.
"Absolutely, we will be rolling inside," he said. "Just go with it, he knows what to do."
"I think I got it," I nodded.
"Okay," he clapped his hands. "Let's go."
One of the camera guys stayed out with me. "Just go with the flow of things, the stupider, the better," he said as he winked at me.
"Oh, come on," I said as I pretended to start the car. "Not today, I have things to do today," I said as I popped the hood of the car and bent over, so my shorts rode up, exposing my large ass."
"Can I help you?" Johnny said.
I turned to see Johnny, the actor with a camera guy behind him. "Yeah, you know anything about cars?" I said walking up to him making sure my boobs bounced with every step. "I have to go somewhere important, and it just won't start."
"Nah, sorry," Johnny said, staring at my chest.
How was this relevant, he hadn't even looked at the car, he was staring at my chest the whole time. I swear it was times like this that I had to hold back from laughing. "Fucker," I said, turning around again and bending over. I pushed my ass high so it was crotch level. "Can you take a look and see if you see anything wrong?"
"Nah," Johnny said, rubbing his crotch on my ass. "I don't see anything wrong, maybe we can call for a tow?"
"I will have to," I said, pulling myself out of the car. "You have a number?"
The camera guy gave me a thumbs up and pointed towards the house. "Yeah, let's go inside, and I will make a call."
I sauntered inside, avoiding the camera guys and making sure Johnny was staying behind me. I was sure the camera was looking straight at my ass, and Johnny was making faces.
"The phone is over there," I said as I sat down on the couch.
The director made the cutting motion as everything stopped.
