"Hi Eric," I said as I entered his studio.
"Anna," Eric said in a monotone voice.
Good, I thought. Hopefully, we could get through this shoot without incident. There was nothing that made me think he liked me. It was just the way he looked at me. It made me think there was more than what I wanted.
"I had an idea," Eric said as he looked at me.
"Okay?" I asked.
Eric shot his idea of me dressing in some of the more comic-related costumes seeing as comics were a big hit these days. I know I wouldn't fit in some of them. But when he brought some of the costumes out, I had to agree that a curvier view on everyone's favourite heroines wouldn't be a bad idea.
Shot after shot, we went through some of the favourites. I had to say I loved all of it, from Marvel characters to DC and even some Star Wars. Eric had a lot of plus-sized costumes.
I finally got changed back into my street attire and went back out to the studio floor. "I put some of them up already," Eric said as he was sitting in the small corner office.
"Already?" I asked, peering over his shoulder.
"Yeah," he said. "They are a big hit, already."
Not once did he look back. My vast tits were resting on his shoulder. Then I saw a picture on his desk, and it made me smile. I wasn't the problem. My gender, on the other hand.
"Your partner?" I asked, looking at the picture of him with a man they were kissing.
"Yup, married for ten years now," Eric said, holding up his hand showing off his ring finger.
"And he approves?" I asked.
"Why shouldn't he?" Eric asked as he turned to look at me. "I can appreciate the female body, just like any other man, it just doesn't do anything for me, in that way."
"That's good to know," I said as I looked at him.
"What? You thought?" Eric laughed.
"I had a few thoughts, yes," I nodded.
"No, you're definitely not my type," Eric smiled.
"Again, good to know," I said as we went back to what we were doing before.
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When I first ventured into the sex worker business. I made sure my children knew everything about it, how I kept safe, how the industry wasn't what it was cracked up to be. I wasn't one of those blind people that made it seem like it was the best job to have, or did I tell them it was enjoyable.
I liked it and had no intention of getting out of it anytime soon. Sure, it had its pitfalls and the people that had biases towards the men and women that worked in the porn industry.
The one thing that was missing was a partner. Sure, I had said many times that I didn't want to be in a relationship, I had even tried to convince myself of that, but the profound truth was that I wanted something like Eric had, someone that knew that I didn't want any of the guys that I fucked on camera or any of my followers, but the truth was many people didn't think that way. And it was understandable, for someone to say they didn't understand why someone would be jealous was beyond me.
'You going to the awards?' one of my followers messaged me.
'Of course!' I replied.
The porn awards were coming up, and I had been nominated for three awards.
'Good, hopefully I will see you there,' he replied.
Only a few of my followers could direct message me, even when I was offline. He was one of them. He wasn't married, no kids, no sick fetish unless favouriting pictures and videos of me with my many toys between my boobs, so I guessed he loved tit-fucks. Which wasn't a bad thing, as it was one of my specialities.
'I hope so," I replied.
I had a few followers that I liked and others that I liked because they paid so much money for private shows. This particular follower just followed me because I had big boobs. Which for the most part, I had enjoyed our conversations.
He didn't ask for private shows, no begging for attention, or weird requests. If I put up a picture of my boobs, he would comment and then favourite the photo. That was it.
It was me that initiated the conversation after he favourited one of my last photos.
'I will have to make sure you know it's me, I am sure you will have a crowd around you,' he replied.
'I doubt it,' I said, shaking my head. 'But yes, please let me know.'
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The first day of the award ceremony was chaotic, to say the least; there were people everywhere. I thought I had dressed scantily with my cleavage showing, but it seemed the growing theme. At least mine was totally my own.
My company had provided us with a booth for all of us to sit behind as we tried to sell pictures, videos and even shirts with our names all over them.
We signed pictures and magazines as well as posed for pictures.
Occasionally someone would flash a boob or both. It was enjoyable for me as I was in my element. I sent pictures to my son, as he requested to see a couple of women he had followed.
Of course, I kept it secret from his stepmom, but he was a growing boy soon to be a man. If he wanted to follow a woman with huge fake boobs and a rocking body, who was I to say no?
"This is for your son?" Hazel asked as she posed with her tits out.
"Yeah," I nodded. I didn't want to tell her his age, or she might not want to do it. "Thanks," I said as I sent the picture to my son.
'Not a word to your father,' I added to it.
He sent back a heart emoji, and I smiled.
"Hi," a voice said to me as I walked back to my booth.
"Hi," I said as I started to look for something to sign or get ready to pose for a picture.
"It's me," this very tall, dark-skinned male said to me as he looked down at me.
"Sorry, but..." I said, looking around.
Many of my followers were here, and all of them expected me to know them by their screen names, or by the gift they sent me, or the one time they talked to me in the lounge of some chat room.
"Oh, of course," he said as he took out his phone.
I looked at it, and there was a screenshot of the private conversation I had with the one follower I actually liked.
"Thank you," I said as I gave it back to him.
"Sorry, I know I should have given you a name or something," he said.
"Well, now is a good time as any," I replied.
"Oh, yes, Duncan," he said as he stuck out his hand.
I nodded. There was no reason to give him my name, not my actual name anyway. Hell, it was already given out with many of the web rumours and investigators out there. They had my real name and history and everything.
Duncan and I walked back to the booth. I had to say it was nice not to be bothered by my fans with Duncan around and the ones that did stop; he had no problem taking their phones and taking pictures of me and my fans.
"So," I said as we stopped at the booth. "Something has been puzzling me about you?" I asked as I looked up at him.
He was a handsome man, and he seemed well put, not saying most of the other men around here were not well put together, but most were walking around in jeans and t-shirts, while Duncan was smartly dressed in a tight black top, black pants and blue blazer.
"What? Did I say something wrong?" Duncan asked.
"Not at all," I laughed. He had been like this all the time, friendly but not overly nice where any woman can tell it was a pretence. "Most of these guys want a picture with my boobs out, or they want to cop a feel, you just want to talk? What gives?"
"Ah," Duncan smiled a broad delicious smile. "I have already seen them, many times I might add."
I nodded; I don't think any followers hadn't seen every part of me.
"And I only want to cop a feel, if you wanted me to," Duncan said.
"Aw!" Destiny said, one of the other performers I worked with. She was staring at us from her place behind the booth.
"Shh!" I said as I jokingly told her to keep quiet.
"Well," I said, a bit thrown back. Not only attractive with a friendly smile but also, he knew how to flirt.
"Well, I better get going, I am sure you have more fans to talk to and greet," Duncan said as he tried to leave.
