<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mypornstarbook.net/pornstars/k/kleio_valentien/gallery55/images/02.jpg) </div><br/>I liked to think I was unshockable.<br/><br/>In the short time that I’d been in the porn industry, I had been exposed to more shady dealings, backroom ‘negotiations’, casting couch sessions and outright molestations than I could count, after all—not to mention all the extreme stuff I’d been asked to do when I’ve actually been in front of the camera.<br/><br/>I knew what went on at these events—I wasn’t naïve—and having a bedroom on a private plane with all these pheromones and over exposed skin knocking about was a guarantee to have someone wanting to ‘knock one off’ as it were.<br/><br/>Hell, I’d purposely gone commando for that very reason—I did NEED a job, after all.<br/><br/>Even so, standing there in that small room, having interrupted these two in their ‘extra-curricular activities’ I was shocked.<br/><br/>It wasn’t the dress that the brunette that was had surprised me—hell she looked good enough to eat in it, and I made a mental note to ask her where to get it from, if I could get away with it.<br/><br/>It wasn’t the casual way she just shifted on the guys thigh to regard me as if I’d just interrupted her watching tv.<br/><br/>It wasn’t how the guy kissed the girl in a way that would have possibly required oxygen to recover from, before dropping her casually onto the floor.<br/><br/>It wasn’t even that they were fucking in the first place.<br/><br/>No, what shocked me was that they seemed to know who I was.<br/><br/>"Tasha Roxx. I was actually hoping to run into you."<br/><br/>Now, if you heard that in any film worth its salt, you were going to anticipate bad things for the person who they were hoping to run into—possibly involving knives and a fight on the roof—but given we were 10,000 feet up in the air, and he was looking more like he wanted to fuck me than kill me, I guess I was safe for now.<br/><br/><strong>“Y…you were?”</strong>I stumbled over my words in surprise.<br/><br/><em>Fuck Tash, come on get it together.</em><br/><br/>Clearing my throat, I unconsciously shifted my stance so that my hip jutted out a little more to better shape my frame to them in the light coming from the other side of the open doorway. Eyes flickering between them, I began to wonder what I’d stumbled on here.<br/><br/><strong>“Judging from your tone of voice, I’m guessing you wasn’t looking for a drink,” </strong>I stated, managing to recover enough to try to take a little of the initiative; sliding the drinks tray onto the dresser next to me and plucking off an old fashioned to sip it.<strong>“What exactly can I do for you?”</strong><br/>