<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/1b/20/f2/1b20f29350c1177f2051604927cc4c94.jpg)</div>My stance shifted as I made small talk with one of the directors I had worked with earlier this year. The man was old enough to be my father, but he also had a hell of an eye when it came to films. So I coyly slipped in that I was looking to fill my schedule up with a few more films and then said my goodbye before I picked up a glass from one of the many circulating trays and took a sip of the sweet drink. Champagne never failed to tickle my tongue, and it always went down smooth. Especially this particular brand, which happened to be my favorite.<br/><br/>A few more steps to the side and I was walking along the edge of the deck and the grass towards the hot tub. Although my eyes were on the landscaping of the backyard. Wasn’t that flower wall the backdrop for – something hit the back of my calf and I let out a little cry in surprise. Turning around, I searched for the source and found a heel. A gorgeous heel too, someone had good taste. My eyes quickly traveled further before they met up with the gaze of a beautiful little blonde thing. The first thing I noticed were her eyes. Steadfast, fun, yet a little haunted. She was wearing nothing but a lacy panty and looked like she had been in a hurry to get to the hot tub. It wasn’t anger that colored my expression either. It was a fun little grin as she introduced herself a bit shyly.<br/><br/>Bending down, I scooped up the bra that had followed the wayward heel and let the lacy little confection hang from my finger tip as I took a step closer to the topless woman. “Pleasure to meet you, Ash. My name is Dani…. And I’m thinking you might have the right idea as far as party attire goes. These things can be sssooo restricting. Your tits look much better out of it.”<br/><br/>She blushed, and I walked forward a bit more, holding the lingerie out to add it to the pile of clothing next to the bubbling jacuzzi. The beautiful blonde thing invited me to join her, and for a moment, I genuinely contemplated throwing that caution to the wind – along with my dress – and stepping down into the waters with the girl.<br/><br/>Except a moment before I could answer, I heard my name called from across the pool. Glancing that way, it was Megan who was standing with three men, who was waving at me.<br/><br/>My gaze drew back to Ash, who was looking like a goddess out of some dream I’d had, and I gave her a regretful smile, making my apologies. My friend was expecting me over there, but if I could, I’d come back. If not, I told her to look me up and give me a call. We’d have much more intimate conversation over drinks and dessert. The girl was tempting as sin but part of my job was controlling desires, temptations, and even peddling them. I’d become an expert at diverting needs and attention until the time was absolutely right.<br/><br/>Those sweet white heels carried me over to where Megs was standing, and I finished my drink along the way. With each sway of my hips I could feel that naughty silver plug in my ass. What should be blasé for most porn stars who have been in the industry for the few years I had, was still new and exciting for me. I’d chosen my roles, partners, and scenes carefully to keep myself marketable. And in demand.<br/><br/>I watched as one of the men slid up behind Megan and pressed in against her, whispering something in her ear and looping a muscular arm around her curves. Well she’s obviously found her ride for the night. Laughing, she introduced me as I gave up the empty glass and smiled in greeting to the man behind her, the one beside her, and then grinned up at the last man. Tilting my head to the side a bit, letting that curtain of hair fall over my shoulder, I eyed the dark-haired, dark-eyed hunk up and down. “I’d heard you were gonna make an appearance, Kota. You clean up nice…”<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://k61.kn3.net/taringa/8/F/3/A/3/B/GustavoCarp92/9C1.gif)</div><br/>Seeing as how the last time I’d seen the male porn star, he was walking out of house we were shooting in, dirty, and leaving my orgasm-riddled body behind, it was an understatement as now he wore a button-up shirt and slacks. He looped an arm around my waist and chuckled, turning me to the side and nodding in the direction of the patio, where people were starting to gather at the small cocktail tables there. Oh, and on the chaise lounges. There were even a few blow jobs going on. “Do you remember that producer who worked on that last action parody I did? The one with that red-head I told you about?” I nodded and pointed at a water, which Kota promptly snagged as we walked towards the patio, leaving Megs and her devil’s threesome behind. He held me close like we were a couple and talked about introducing me.<br/><br/>We kept moving even as my eyes raked over the man of the hour – Fontana himself emerged from the house and there was just a hint of a smile on his face. Kota’s voice faded away as we moved and my eyes took in Marlon. His hair was something women dreamed of running their fingers through, or those washboard abs licking off of. He seemed larger than life, unobtainable, and soon, he was swallowed up by a group – was that the Senator’s son?? – and my journey with Kota continued til I was shaking hands and making nice with the producer.<br/>