<div class="floatright">(http://cdn1-www.craveonline.com/assets/uploads/gallery/dani-daniels-mandatory/345.jpg)</div>For a moment, the tight muscles of my ass clenched around the silver plug with the purple jewel, and I let the expression of ecstasy that sensation caused show on my face. It narrowed my blue eyes, pulled my thin line of lips into a definitive “o” shape and had my pink-painted toes curling over the edge of the huge black leather chair I was currently perched on.<br/><br/>The three cameras in the room, all pointed at me, caught every little nuance of my reactions. The boom above my head made sure to catch each huff of breath, each soft gasp as I slowly spread my thighs and laid the vibrating rod against my exposed and well-lit pussy and clit one more time. It made me arch my back, pushing my naked breasts higher in the air as I moaned with the pleasure the toy was pulsing through my system. It wasn’t as delicious as say an actual cock, or a mouth, or another pussy grinding against my own, but for this last solo scene I was filming, it would most certainly do for the orgasm needed.<br/><br/>Spreading my thighs wider, I didn’t need the director’s encouragement, or the subtle indication of the producers nod to know what to do. I’d been in the porn and pleasure business long enough to pick up on cues and call some shots of my own. So after fluttering my eyes closed for a moment, reveling in the sensation of the eyes on me, the knowledge of those I would turn on just by pushing this out into the world, the plug in my ass and the vibrator at my clit, I let my body sink into that perfect place of orgasm. One more lift of my head and my eyes found that center camera lens, looking straight at it as I came. I cried out, and shook with my climax.<br/><br/>Once I came down, and heard the call for cut, I relaxed into the chair and grinned up as a production assistant came to help me up and into a robe. The clean-up process began and I was whisked aside as breaking down the set became a priority. The rest of my job started to come into focus. Being a porn star on camera was only about a tenth of what really happened in the San Fernando Valley. There were calls to make, agents to talk to, contracts to negotiate, appearances to schedule, and apparently, parties to attend.<br/><br/>I’d gotten as far as putting clothes back on and packing my bag when the make-up artist on set, a beautiful little blonde thing with generous curves and a wicked sense of style named Megan, bounced up to me. “So are you going to the big party at Marlon Fontana’s tonight?” The bubbly thing didn’t even let me answer. “Dani - you’ve got to go. Reggie should’ve emailed you the invite. Kota is going to be there. Chris is going. Everyone is showing up.”<br/><br/>Laughing, I held up a finger and pulled out my phone. “You know exactly where I’ve been, Megs, you had to touch up my foundation after that scene where I squirted. I hadn’t been able to check any messages… And here it is. The invite.” I flashed her my screen with a view of the email from my agent with a grin. Scanning over it quickly, I found a spot on the couch. “Looking at this…. I’m sure I should at least make an appearance. This could be a great place to make some contacts… I’ll text you later to let you know what time I’ll be there, alright?”<br/><br/>Megan’s smile was beaming and all the encouragement I needed to put in the effort of dressing up for a party in Porn Valley.<br/><br/>Hours later, I was stepping foot into Marlon Fontana’s home, and instantly excited that I had let Megan talk me into it. I’d never met the man personally, but knew of him. He was in the porn industry, and ran with some of the bigger names there. If anyone could push the little company I had started upwards, it could be him. This was a business opportunity, along with an easy social one. I’d worn a form-fitting little blue number that hugged my unfettered breasts and ended just above my knees. It set off the deep brown highlights in my hair, and the blueness of my eyes. White heels, a few silver jewelry pieces, including the plug in my ass, and a little white clutch completed the California-girl style ensemble.<br/><br/>Crossing over the threshold, I moved confidently through the crowds of people in the outlandishly decadent home that fit perfectly not only in the Valley, but could’ve been on the beaches of Miami, or the shores of Italy in its extravagance. The party was already full, but the home’s multi-level layout made it so it wasn’t a crush of bodies. Music pulsed out of strategically placed and hidden speakers on each level, lending a relaxed atmosphere to a celebration where money was obviously no object. Champagne and drinks flowed, food was being brought around by scantily clad and obviously hired help. It was all too easy to pick up a shot from a muscled shirtless-hunk, or a small little piece of bruschetta from a topless babe with tits to die for. Getting myself off earlier today was nice, but finding a partner worth it could mean fireworks later in the evening.<br/><br/>Licking my lips, I maneuvered through the home after snagging a glass of wine from one of the three bars set up around the property. Directors, actors, actresses, anyone who was in the business on any level was making it a point to be seen out here tonight. I laughed with some of them, chatted with others, but never stayed in one place too long.<br/><br/>Finally making my way outside to the back of the home, I stood on the lowest level deck that overlooked a small lounging and lap pool, with a waterfall that cascaded into it from the infinity pool above. The night breeze was delicious, as was watching the few naked bodies that had already helped themselves to the water. Still, however, the host was nowhere in sight.<br/>