Porn Star

by Keith Trimm

  After what seemed like five hundred shots Dennis, almost exhausted asked, “Is there anything else you want to shoot today?”

  “Yes, I want some outdoor shots as well, I know of a park downtown,” she replied.

  “A park? A public park?”

  “Yes.”

  “Aren’t you worried you will get in trouble?”

  “Do I look like someone who thinks I would get in trouble?” she said with a confident grin.

  Dennis packed up his backgrounds and other gear and stored it in the trunk of his car. It was a quick tear down, as he took this mobile set up to all sorts of photo shoots. In less than ten minutes, she had changed into a short white dress and they were on their way to the park.

  Upon arriving, Dennis was taken aback by the number of people walking the paths and enjoying the day. He was stumped as to how he was going to shoot anything without the police being called. “Where do you want to shoot?” he asked.

  Cassidy looked around and motioned for Dennis to follow. She quickly found a nook behind a tree out of the view of the majority of the park. She lifted her dress, exposing herself from the naval down; she had no panties. “Go ahead,” she said and started to pose.

  Dennis, shocked, looked around for anyone who might be watching. He quickly took out his camera and began to fire off shots as fast as he could, not paying attention to the usual composition and lighting that made his hobby such a joy. All he knew was he was standing in a place where he could be caught at any time shooting pictures of a woman exposing herself in what looked on camera in public. “Do you think this is a good idea?” Dennis asked nervously.

  Cassidy squatted and leaned back, spreading her pink pussy lips wide. “Try a low ground shot,” she said without batting an eye.

  Dennis lay down on his belly on the grass and took the shots she requested snapping furiously.

  “Don’t worry, I’m the one who would go to jail if we got caught, not you.”

  “We need to get moving, I don’t feel comfortable here,” Dennis said looking over his shoulder back at the main part of the park. They were only fifty feet from the main walking path and people were all over today checking out the flowers.

  “Fine, where do you want to go?” she asked.

  “Somewhere where nobody will see us,” he replied nervously.

  Cassidy pulled her dress back down, covering her vagina and stood back up. “Fine, lets look around.”

  The two left the grassy part of the park and entered the paved walkway. Anyone who saw them would think they were a couple out enjoying the day. Then she saw a softball game in the distance and her mood perked up immensely. “I have an idea,” she said.

  “What?” Dennis asked.

  “Let’s go over there to the ball field,” she replied.

  “And do what?”

  “Put on a show.”

  “What part of not getting caught didn’t you understand?”

  “I won’t do anything wrong. I know better than to strip in front of a bunch of grown men.”

  “Don’t you strip on the side?”

  “I mean in public.”

  “So what’s the point of going over there?”

  “I want some voyeur shots, I’ll show you.”

  Shaking his head, Dennis agreed and thought about what it would be like to be put in jail; his picture on the six o'clock news wearing an orange jumpsuit with his name on the screen and an anchor telling about how he was caught taking naked pictures of a girl in a public park. It wore on him. Even though he was living every straight man’s dream, he knew he was walking a fine line and that what he was doing wasn’t legal. But then, you only live once they say.

  It took less than five minutes for the two to walk over to the ball diamond, where Cassidy was noticed immediately. She wasn’t wearing anything skimpy, but to a group of men, she looked like a fine afternoon meal. Dennis and Cassidy found a picnic table a hundred yards or so from the diamond and Cassidy sat up on the top and leaned back with her back to the players behind her.

  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 so
on 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.

  Chapter 4

  The Flight

  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 th
e 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.”

  “How long can we fly on autopilot?”