- Joined
- Jan 29, 2012
- Location
- Boston, Lincolnshire, England
Silven couldn't believe her ears when she heard what her agent had told her. Work had dried up so much for the green haired lass that the only work she could do was...porno. she shook her head, covering her green eyes.
"Doug, seriously? Porn? I've never even been anywhere near it" She told him, sighing again.
"It's either this or stick to late night tv...and the scripts are much worse" Doug replied. if there was one thing Silven hated more then having to work in porn, it was having to work on a show where the script was so crap, to call it garbage was being TOO kind. "Look, I get the issue, I've heard the guy trouble"
"Doug, none of your buisness on that front"
"Alright, fine, I've heard your a virgin at 19...and by god you've never even thought about sex?" she shook her head to that.
"That's none of your buisness, who's told you that?" she shook her head again, sighing. "Never mind...either way, I've never done porn, how the hell do I adapt to it?"
"I believe the line used was 'take it up the ass'" Silven raised an eyebrow at this. "Alright fine, go to the address at the top of the list outside, a Miss Foxxx, she'll help you out" Silven stood up, sighing a third time.
"Alright...but if this is crap"
"Relax, she'll know your coming"
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knocking on the door in the middle of the rain wearing a leather jacket with no hood. just her luck. but for what it was worth, she was informed to dress....appealingly. she had on her jacket which was more for the weather, along with an almost too short miniskirt barely covering her thighs, and a tight fitting leather top, complete with metal buttons and showing enough cleavage that she probably could fit the Mona Lisa inside (and probably have her moaning in joy at the same time). her high boots were defintly starting to dig in as she sighed, scanning around. Where the hell was this woman?
"Doug, seriously? Porn? I've never even been anywhere near it" She told him, sighing again.
"It's either this or stick to late night tv...and the scripts are much worse" Doug replied. if there was one thing Silven hated more then having to work in porn, it was having to work on a show where the script was so crap, to call it garbage was being TOO kind. "Look, I get the issue, I've heard the guy trouble"
"Doug, none of your buisness on that front"
"Alright, fine, I've heard your a virgin at 19...and by god you've never even thought about sex?" she shook her head to that.
"That's none of your buisness, who's told you that?" she shook her head again, sighing. "Never mind...either way, I've never done porn, how the hell do I adapt to it?"
"I believe the line used was 'take it up the ass'" Silven raised an eyebrow at this. "Alright fine, go to the address at the top of the list outside, a Miss Foxxx, she'll help you out" Silven stood up, sighing a third time.
"Alright...but if this is crap"
"Relax, she'll know your coming"
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knocking on the door in the middle of the rain wearing a leather jacket with no hood. just her luck. but for what it was worth, she was informed to dress....appealingly. she had on her jacket which was more for the weather, along with an almost too short miniskirt barely covering her thighs, and a tight fitting leather top, complete with metal buttons and showing enough cleavage that she probably could fit the Mona Lisa inside (and probably have her moaning in joy at the same time). her high boots were defintly starting to dig in as she sighed, scanning around. Where the hell was this woman?