A Means to an End

by auguy86

Copyright© 2017 by auguy86

Romantic Story: Jaime Little is one of the hottest up-and-coming porn starlets in Hollywood... until one bad day upends everything. But when she flees town to clear her head, she begins to find the life she always dreamed of in the place she least expected to find it.

Caution: This Romantic Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Celebrity   Tear Jerker   Paranormal   Oral Sex   Safe Sex   Small Breasts   Slow   .

Greetings, readers! This story is another one-shot story I’ve written for the 2017 Summer Lovin’ contest over on Literotica. As such, I’d love to hear your honest opinions of the story, good, bad, or otherwise, so that I can make sure it’s in prime form for the contest next month. If you would please leave a comment or send me a message with your thoughts, I will greatly appreciate it. Thanks, and enjoy!

“I don’t know, Bobby ... are you sure I’ll like this?”

“Come on, Jaime. Don’t leave me hangin’ girl...”

“But, I’m not sure what to do?”

“It’s easy, babe. Just pretend it’s a big lollipop.”

“Okay...”

Ever so slowly, Jaime began to stroke the massive cock in front of her. Her grasp was tentative and her hands trembled. She had never done anything like this before. As she began to lick the tip, a million questions and worries entered her mind. What if she wasn’t any good? What if she was too good, and this was all Bobby ever wanted to do with her? What if her parents caught them? Despite her fears, she slowly began to take his length in her mouth. Inch-by-inch, she began to engulf him, being careful not to bite or scratch his shaft in the process. A little pressure from her cheeks, and it wouldn’t be long before he-

“CUT!”

In an instant, the entire cast and crew relaxed, setting their equipment aside for the moment.

“Bobby, that was perfect. Jaime, what the fuck was that?” the director snapped.

“What do you mean, Mr. Macho?”

“You’re one of the best cocksuckers in the business, and that’s the best you can do?! Gimmie a fuckin’ break!”

“I was trying to remain in character,” Jaime explained. “I may be a master of giving blowjobs, but the Jaime in this story is not. I wanted that to show in my portrayal of her.”

Rocco Macho sighed in exasperation. “Take ten, everyone. Jaime, walk with me,” he said, waving at her dismissively.

Jaime Little rolled her eyes, catching a look from Bob Shock, her costar. He knew as well as she did how impossible it was working with an asshole like Rocco Macho. Still, he paid well, better than almost anyone else in the porn industry. A contract with him was typically too lucrative to turn down, though Jaime was beginning to wonder if it was all worth it. Grabbing her pink, satin bathrobe and smoothing out the braided pigtails of her auburn hair, she sauntered down the hallway toward Rocco’s office. The tall man with poorly bronzed skin stood at his desk, head down in frustration.

“Mr. Macho?”

“Come in, close the door,” he replied. “Trying to remain in character?! What the fuck is that, Jaime?!”

“An acting choice,” Jaime replied, trying to hide her incredulity.

“Acting choice,” Rocco snorted. “When are you gonna get it into your empty head? You’re not an actress; you’re a model! I pay you well to model on camera, say a few lines at my direction, and that’s it!”

“But if I can help improve the product-”

“NOT your call!” Rocco shouted. “This is my film, not yours. I call the shots. You don’t do anything without my say so. You piss when I tell you, breathe when I tell you, and fuck who I tell you. And if you’ve got a problem with that, we can just nullify your contract with my studio.”

“You can’t do that!” Jaime protested.

“Oh no? Read the fine print,” he countered, tossing a copy of the contract to her. “It’s in all my contracts. Section seven, paragraph three: any and all creative decisions are to be made by the director. Creative changes are not to be offered by the actors or crewmembers; the director will solicit their advice should it be needed. Any creative changes made by an actor during production, commonly referred to as ‘improvising’, can be considered a breach of contract.”

“Son of a bitch...” Jaime muttered.

“It’s all right there. I’ve got you for breach of contract with that little stunt you tried to pull out there. But hey, I’m a nice guy,” he continued, walking close to Jaime and placing a hand on her cheek. “I’ll let it slide this time, if you promise to be a good little fuckslut from now on. It’s the last day of filming, after all. No sense in destroying everything we’ve done so far, right? But make no mistake; I’ll yank your paycheck and everything you’ve got coming down the road if you so much as think of going off script. Is that clear?”

Jaime felt him tilt her head up by the chin to look him in the eyes. She didn’t immediately respond, still processing everything that was happening.

“I SAID IS THAT CLEAR, BITCH?!” Rocco roared, delivering a painful slap across her face.

Jaime stumbled to the floor, whimpering in pain. Taking a deep breath, she collected herself and stood to face Rocco.

“Yes, Mr. Macho. I understand,” she managed as she fought back tears.

“Good. Take five, get yourself cleaned up. You look disgusting,” Rocco said, pushing her out the door of his office.

Jaime hustled to her dressing room to straighten out her hair and clean her makeup. Standing in front of the floor mirror, she sighed at the image staring back at her. Jaime was, in a word, petite. She was not even five feet tall with long hair extending down to the middle of her back, which shimmered in the perfect shade of auburn. Her lithe, thin body was fit, supple, and milky white; Jaime had never been able to tan due to her Irish heritage. Her pretty, impish face was a sight to behold, barring the streaks of mascara beginning to form.

Taking a deep breath, Jaime mustered up as much courage as she could and returned to the set. She completed the rest of her shots as best as she was able, but her heart wasn’t in it anymore. Once they had wrapped, Bob made a halfhearted attempt to see if she was alright, but a glare from Rocco soon convinced him to leave her be. At last, as everyone was leaving for the day, Jaime found a moment of quiet solitude in her dressing room. Pulling out her cellphone, she dialed one of her most frequent contacts.

“Alexis? It’s Jaime. Can we meet up tonight? I really need someone to vent to.”


“He did WHAT?!”

“It’s true...”

“Oh my god ... are you hurt in any way?” Alexis probed.

“No, I’m fine. He wasn’t trying to do any damage,” Jaime replied.

“Seriously, you need to think about suing him.”

“Are you insane?! He’s way too powerful! Besides, it’d just be my word against his; there’s no physical proof.”

“You’re saying nobody heard anything?”

Jaime shook her head. “No, his office is soundproofed. I figured it was mainly for ... extracurricular activities, but it works for this, too.”

“Shit ... there’s really nothing you can do?”

“Not that I can think of...”

The two young women sat for quite some time in the Starbucks, as they so often did. Three years ago, when Jaime had first moved out to California to start work as an adult film model, Alexis Forrest had been her first roommate and her only true friend. Being three years older than Jaime, Alexis had quite a bit of experience in the industry, helping her new friend learn the ropes and making sure she didn’t find herself in dangerous situations. As they sat across from each other, Jaime couldn’t help but laugh at how different they were: she, the short, petite Irish girl, and Alexis, the tall, curvy brunette with some of the largest natural tits in the business.

“Damn ... I wish I could help you somehow,” Alexis muttered. “I’d gladly ask my producer to bring you on with his studio, but they’re producing big-tit and MILF films almost exclusively nowadays.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t be a good fit there,” Jaime admitted.

“I have to admit I’m pretty impressed that you’re still able to play the barely-legal roles at your age. I mean, you’re almost twenty-two, right?”

“Yep, in two months.” Leaning forward, Jaime said in a lower voice, “Can you keep a secret?”

“Of course, girlfriend!”

“I ... I really hate playing these barely-legal roles. I know they’re super-popular and make great money, but I feel like I’m just pretend jailbait for all these pervs with secret fantasies about underage girls. I really wish I had a more womanly body, like yours. Then I could move on to more dignified roles.”

“I know what you mean, but it’s not all that and a bag of chips. Just because I can play more mature women doesn’t make the roles any more dignified. Let’s be honest; there’s not much about our work that helps our dignity!”

The two women shared a laugh at that one.

“All the same,” Alexis continued, “I do still love what I do, but what about you, Jaime? Are you still enjoying your time out here?”

“I mean ... this has always been a means to an end for me. Work a few years, save up a bunch of money to strike out on my own, have some fun and see California in the process. That sort of thing.”

“I find it interesting that you didn’t say you love this work,” Alexis replied with a knowing grin.

“Yeah ... I guess I’m not sure what I want. I know, I’m such a girl right?”

“How much do you have saved away?”

“A lot ... more than I’m comfortable saying out loud,” Jaime said sheepishly.

“Seriously?” Alexis asked, her eyebrows shooting up.

“Yeah. I’ve lived on the cheap ever since I first arrived here in LA. Tiny apartment, no partying or drinking, home cooked meals...”

“And no boyfriends,” Alexis reminded her.

“There is that,” Jaime giggled.

Leaning forward, Alexis took Jaime’s hand from across the table. “Listen to me. You’re in the prime of your life, Jaime. I know you’re working hard and saving away money for the future, and that’s a wonderful thing. But we both know you aren’t enjoying life right now. If you keep going like this, especially after today, you’re going to have a complete burnout. It’s not about if, it’s about when.”

“You’re right, of course,” Jaime sighed.

“Start with a vacation. Get out of town, clear your head and think things over. Figure out exactly what you want to be doing everyday. Where are you most relaxed?”

“Well ... I’ve always loved the beach, even though I don’t tan.”

“Oh, you poor thing. You’ve got a young, tight body and gorgeous red hair, but you can’t tan. It must be sooooo awful for you,” Alexis teased her.

“It is awful! It takes me twenty minutes just to apply sunscreen!” Jaime giggled.

“But seriously, that’s perfect. Take a couple of weeks, go to the beach, and see if you can gain some perspective on everything.”

“Only problem is the other people on the beach. Any of them along the California coast are gonna be filled with guys who’ll recognize me. At best, they’ll want an autograph, and at worst, they’ll expect me to fuck ‘em right then and there.”

“So go somewhere else!” Alexis said. “I used to vacation with my family all the time in the Florida panhandle growing up.”

“Florida?! With all those hicks and rednecks?!”

“Oh, grow up, Jaime. It’s not like you’re moving there permanently.”

“Yeah, but ... all those tourists. Won’t someone recognize me?”

“I doubt it,” Alexis said. “This time of year, every beach is going to be packed, and Florida is about as far away from California as you can get. Nobody’s gonna be looking for a pornstar out there!”

“Guess that’s true.”

“Still, I’d stay away from Panama City; you’ll get claustrophobic around that many people,” Alexis advised, pulling out her phone. “Let’s see ... here it is! We’d always go to Apalachicola for our family vacations. White sandy beaches, fewer people, but still close enough to civilization that there’s plenty to do.”

“Sounds perfect. I’ll check my budget at home tonight and by a plane ticket.”

“Jaime, this is gonna be just what you need. And who knows? Maybe you’ll hook up with a cute boy down south.”

“God, if only I were that lucky...”


“Good afternoon, Miss Little. How was the beach today?”

“Just perfect, thank you. I appreciate the tip on where to go; not nearly as many people out there as I was afraid there would be,” she told the hotel clerk.

“My pleasure.”

“Oh, can you recommend a good spot for dinner within walking distance? Preferably somewhere that’ll let me wear my bikini top in lieu of a shirt.”

“Of course! If you turn right out of the hotel’s beach entrance and walk about a quarter mile, there’s a beach bar and grill named ‘Steve’s on the Bay’. Nice place, casual enough for beachwear, and great live music.”

“Sounds great! Thanks, Tiffany!”

Returning to her room for a bit, Jaime took a moment to make sure she hadn’t gotten sunburned too badly at the beach. To her relief, she appeared unscathed, thanks in no small part to the large umbrella she had purchased on her arrival. Discarding her beach towel, she slipped on a pair of blue daisy dukes to go with her canary-yellow bikini. A quick retying of her ponytail, and she was ready for an evening out.

The walk down the beach was pleasant and refreshing. A warm breeze blew off the Apalachicola Bay, helping with the June humidity of the Florida panhandle. As she had done throughout the day, Jaime made sure to keep her sunglasses on, warding off the possibility that someone might recognize her. Soon, the crowds began to grow and she could see a straw-roofed building over the next dune.

“Must be the place.”

Stepping inside the establishment, Jaime found it to be a bit nicer than she had expected. She wasn’t sure what she did expect, but not a warm atmosphere with a bar and tables made of faux driftwood. Various pictures adorned the wall behind the bar, depicting what Jaime assumed to be the owner with various high-profile visitors from over the years. Some she didn’t recognize, figuring them for country stars by the guitars and cowboy hats, but she did see pictures of Conan O’Brien and Anderson Cooper among them.

“Welcome to Steve’s!” said a middle-aged man with grey hair and a potbelly.

“Thanks,” Jaime replied, taking a seat at the bar. “Corona with lime, please.”

The man’s smile shrunk a bit. “Need to see some ID, little lady,” he said with his thick southern drawl.

“Of course!” she answered, quite used to this song and dance.

“Hmm.” The bartender inspected the California driver’s license for several long seconds. “Looks legit, but you’ll have to forgive my skepticism.”

“I completely understand,” Jaime replied. “I know I don’t look it, but I really am twenty-one.”

Eying her for a few seconds more, he said, “Yep, you sure are. I can always tell when someone’s lying to me. It’s what won me the down payment for this place in Texas Hold ‘Em, after all!”

“I believe it! You look like the last guy someone would want to meet in a poker tournament.”

“Here ya are, Corona with lime. Name’s Steve, by the by.”

“I assume you’re the Steve that owns the place?”

“For fifteen years now!”

“I can see. You’ve had some serious visitors over the years,” Jaime observed, pointing at the pictures on the wall.

“Yeah, there’s Tim McGraw, Luke Bryan, Kenny Chesney...”

“Who, who, and who?” Jaime giggled.

“Yeah, you ain’t from around here. I’m guessing country music ain’t too big out in California?”

“Certainly not in LA.”

“That’s too bad. You got no idea what you’re missing. Course that may not last too long.”

“Huh?”

“Band’s settin’ up,” Steve said, pointing to the stage. “And my son’s the lead singer. If anyone can make you a country fan, it’s him.”

Before Jaime could even think of a reply, the band struck up the bluegrass opening of Zac Brown Band’s The Wind. As they vamped over the opening chords, the lead singer stepped up to the mic to introduce the group.

“Evening folks, I’m Craig McNeal, lead vocals, guitar, and mandolin. That’s Sarah on fiddle, James on electric guitar, Antonio on bass, Audrey on keyboard, and Sean on the drums. And we are...”

“The Bums You Wanna Know!” the band shouted in unison.

“Gonna start ya off with some Zac Brown Band,” Craig continued. “Enjoy!”

Jaime was mesmerized as the band launched into the tongue-twisting lyrics of the song. She fully expected a bunch of old, toothless rednecks in wife-beaters and overalls. Instead, she saw six people only a bit older than her who appeared ... normal. Hearing the excitement in their performance, Jaime felt invigorated for the first time in a long time. She was experiencing something new and different that she never would have seen otherwise, and she loved it. By the end of the first chorus, she managed to slow down and actually listen to the story the song was telling.

The city lights will light the country sky
We’re staring at the stars turned upside down
I wish I may, I wish I might
Find it in your heart to stick around
I hate it had to end this way
Tomorrow is a brand new day
And the chances of seeing love
Are precious few
If someone’s out there waiting
For a sweet good time and a lady
To make you smile like I always wanted to

Where the wind blows babe
You can bet
I’ll be riding high with it
Holding on for my dear life
Just like I always did

Close your eyes babe
Take a breath, say my name
And I’ll be there
My love will find you anywhere
Anywhere my love

It dawned on Jaime the dichotomy of the song: the peppy, upbeat music masked the sorrowful lyrics. The music excited her, but it was also a sad tune of unrequited love. Either the writer dwells on it to his detriment, or allows the wind to move him on to wherever his next destination may be. Yet even in moving on, he knows she will always be his true love.

“Huh ... who knew country music was so deep?” Jaime mused.

“Sounds like Craig’s got him a new fan,” Steve chuckled as he wiped a glass dry.

“Maybe ... hey Steve, what do you recommend to eat?”

“Definitely our Cheeseburger in Paradise,” he replied. “Normally, we wouldn’t be allowed to sell it under that name; Jimmy Buffett’s got it trademarked for his song and restaurant chain. But after he came here and tasted mine, he said if any burger was worthy of the name, this was it.”

“Hmm, not really on my normal diet ... oh fuck it. I’m on vacation!”

“That’s the spirit! How ya take it?”

“Medium-well with a slice of cheddar.”

“Comin’ right up!” Steve said, heading for the kitchen.

Jaime sat back and continued to listen to the band. In particular, she was drawn to Craig, the lead singer. He looked like the typical boy-next-door, with his cropped black hair and clean-shaven face. His white skin had a slight tan to it, but he clearly didn’t spend too much time in the sun. Still, the most striking thing about him was the sheer enjoyment on his face as he performed. When he and his band mates got into a zone, it was as if there was no audience at all. They were just playing to have a hell of a good time.

Not to mention he’s cute as holy hell, Jaime thought.

As Jaime munched on her burger and fries, Steve made his rounds to the bar and tables, chatting up a few of the regulars. Every so often, he’d work back around to her stool to check in on her. Normally, Jaime stayed alert for creepy older men, but Steve seemed to only be keeping an eye on a young female on her own in a popular vacation spot. He kept up conversation with her, asking what she did in California. She of course kept the details to a minimum, saying she was a small fish in the film industry, working as needed until she saved up enough to strike out on her own.

“And what does striking out mean?” Steve inquired.

“I’m still figuring that out,” Jaime giggled. “But I have to admit that Florida’s growing on me.”

“As long as you can handle hurricane season, it’s a fantastic place to live.”

“How goes it, Dad?” came a voice.

“Craig! Great set tonight,” Steve replied, fist-bumping his son. “Y’all playin’ again later tonight?”

“Nope, got another local band closing out the evening.” Smelling the remnants of Jaime’s dinner, he smiled and said, “Ooh, that smells good ... I’ll have what she’s having!”

“Cheeseburger in Paradise. Order up!” Steve shouted to the kitchen. “By the way, he’s single,” he winked at Jaime before walking off.

“Dad!” Craig whined.

Jaime giggled at the exchange. “You’re dad’s pretty great.”

“Yeah, just don’t get him started on his dad jokes. Name’s Craig.”

“Jaime. A pleasure,” she replied, shaking his hand as he sat next to her. “Nice job up there. Have to admit, I’ve never been a country fan until tonight. This was my first real exposure to it.”

“Cool. Where ya from that don’t have much country music?”

“Los Angeles,” Jaime said, slipping off her sunglasses to get a better look at him.

“Hollywood. I wish they all could be California Girls!” he crooned in a poor imitation of the Beach Boys.

“Oh god, stick to country,” Jaime teased him.

“Fair enough. How long you in town for?”

“Couple of weeks. I needed a serious vacation from the west coast.”

“Really? But Florida’s not that much different. It’s hot down here too.”

“Yeah, but there are other differences.”

“Such as?” Craig inquired.

“Let’s just say the people in California, and LA in particular can get pretty ... superficial,” Jaime replied. “But then I come out here, and I see good, honest, people that welcome a never-ending stream of tourists with open arms.”

“As long as they pay well,” Craig joked.

“You know what I mean!” Jaime laughed.

“Yeah I do, at least about the locals around here. But what about LA? You just gettin’ tired of the culture out there, or did something specific happen to make you want to get the hell out for a while?”

“Um ... a little of both, to be honest.”

“Oh?”

Sighing, Jaime felt the desire to open up to him a bit. “I work ... on the crew of an indie film project. It’s good exposure, but the director can be kind of a terror. Anal, obsessive-compulsive, that sort of thing.”

“I know the type.”

“Anyway, when I tried to take initiative recently, he was less than thrilled. He ... got a little physical to remind me who was in charge of the project.”

“How physical are we talking?” Craig asked, his face turning serious.

“Well ... he slapped me. Not hard, but enough to hurt.”

Craig leaned forward, placing his hand on hers. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah. It was nothing, really. Just his way of keeping things in line.”

“That sort of thing is never nothing,” Craig fired back angrily. “The single most cowardly thing a man can do is hit a woman. Period.”

“It’s not like I can do anything about it. No witnesses, no proof, not even any physical marks on me. Besides, he’s rich and powerful; his connections would protect him from any legal ramifications.”

Craig snorted. “He’s just lucky I wasn’t around, or I’d have shown him the light.”

“That’s sweet, but you just met me. How do you know I’m worth fighting for?” Jaime asked.

“Don’t have to know ya. My momma raised me to love and respect women, and to defend them from anyone who would so much as think of raising a hand to them. Not that I see women as helpless little flowers incapable of defending themselves.”

“Well, maybe with some of the women down here who know how to hunt and everything, but I don’t think anyone would mistake me for tough.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” Craig grinned. “Some of the toughest gals I’ve ever met were tiny little things. It’s not about size; it’s about mindset. Attitude.”

“And you think I could learn to have that kind of mindset?”

“Most definitely.”

Jaime smiled, noticing that his hand was still touching hers. To say that she was smitten with Craig would be an understatement. He was more than just the cute, all-American guy; he was sweet and down-to-earth to boot. Seeking a bit more physical contact with him, she slid her hand out from under his and placed it on his forearm, tracing her fingers up to the sleeve of his t-shirt. He blushed a bit at this attention, though that did nothing to deter her. Just as she was about to lean in closer, a voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Holy shit, it’s her! It’s Jaime Little!”

“Dude, you’re right! What’s she doin’ HERE?!”

Jaime spun her head to find at the source of the voices, a look of panic on her face. She reached back to her spot at the bar, scrambling to find her sunglasses, but fumbled and dropped them to the floor. By now, the two college boys who noticed her had made their way over to Craig.

“You lucky bastard! You’re gonna get laid tonight!” one said.

“What the hell are you doing?” Craig growled at their intrusion.

“Don’t be mad, just wanted to make sure you knew who you’re talkin’ to. This chick is Jaime Little, one of the hottest pornstars on the scene right now!” the other replied.

“Yeah man, I hear her blowjobs are legendary! She’s the best cocksucker in the world!”

At this, Jaime could stand no more. She was busted. Hopping down from her barstool, she made a B-line for the exit, trying to put as much distance between her and the restaurant as she could. Craig sat in stunned silence for a moment before glaring at the two boys.

“The hell is your problem?!”

“What? If she ran off like that, she wasn’t gonna fuck you anyway,” one of the boys said, holding his hands up in innocence.

“You think I care about THAT?! How could you talk to ANY girl like that?!” Craig shouted.

“Craig, I’ll handle this,” Steve said from behind the bar. “I believe the little lady dropped her sunglasses. You’d best go return ‘em, Son.”

“Will do,” Craig replied, grabbing her glasses from the floor and running off after her.

Steve turned to the two college boys with a stern expression. “You’ll be leaving now.”

“What? We just got here!” they protested.

“You came into my bar and called one of my customers a ‘cocksucker’! Get the hell outta here, ‘fore I call the law! Or should I inspect your ID cards a bit closer?”

They didn’t need to be told twice and beat a hasty retreat away from Steve, resulting in a round of applause from the patrons.


Jaime sobbed as she dashed across the sand, barely managing to wipe enough tears away to be able to see where she was going. At last, she came across an abandoned beach chair, flopping down on her knees and burying her face in the seat. As she bawled her eyes out, she soon felt a firm hand on her shoulder. Looking up, she saw that Craig had followed her from the bar.

“You, uh, forgot your sunglasses,” he said, handing them to her.

“Thank you,” Jaime replied, trying her best to compose herself.

“Jaime, I’m so sorry for what happened back there. There’s no excuse for those assholes.”

“It’s fine. I really should get going.”

“Why? Because of what they said? I don’t give a damn what they make up about you.”

Jaime sighed, hiding her face with her hand. “What if they didn’t make it up?”

Craig didn’t respond at first, taking in the implications of her question. “Are you saying what they said is true?”

“Yes. I ... I really am an adult film star,” she admitted. “Best little cocksucker in the business...”

“Stop that.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t care what you do for a living, no girl deserves to be talked to or about like that,” Craig said firmly. “I don’t care if what they said is true, those asses had no right to do what they did.”

“That’s sweet. At least now I know which kind of guy you are,” she muttered sarcastically.

“What do you mean?”

“When guys find out what I do for a living, they always fall into two categories,” Jaime said. “Either they’re disgusted and run away screaming, or they get turned on and expect to get lucky. And you haven’t run away screaming.”

“Why do you think those are the only two categories?” Craig fired back, a bit insulted by her insinuation.

“I ... um...” Jaime stammered, realizing what she had accused him of.

“I mean, I believe what you’re saying when it comes to guys out in LA, but things work a little differently down here, at least with guys like me. I’m still processing the fact of what you do for a living, but nothing is gonna cause me to treat you like shit. Neither do I have any expectations about what I’m gonna ‘get’ from you. That’s not how I operate.”

With an inquisitive look on her face, Jaime asked, “And how do you operate?”

Craig shrugged. “You’re a person first and foremost. That’s how I treat anyone I meet.”

“So you aren’t running away, but you also don’t expect to get lucky? Even knowing I’m a pornstar?”

“Nope. I meant what I said earlier: my momma raised me to love and respect women. I’m incapable of that kind of expectation.”

Holy shit ... is this guy for real?

Staring off into the sunset, Jaime began to question all her preconceived notions: guys, this part of the country, love in general. Three years ago, she had thought moving to LA would make her worldly and experienced. Now, she began to realize how much of a bubble she had been living in the entire time. She knew she couldn’t date her costars without it being awkward, and every other man she had met out west was either gay or only wanted the one thing. But here, in an area of the country that she normally wouldn’t be caught dead in, she had found a man that seemed different in every way imaginable.

“I’m ... I’m sorry for what I said,” Jaime finally replied. “I shouldn’t have accused you like that.”

“Apology accepted,” he grinned. “Based on what you’ve said about your time in LA, I can’t really blame you for jumping to that conclusion.”

“Yeah, I can’t believe decent guys actually exist. Well, they exist in LA, but every last one of ‘em is gay.” Jaime glanced at Craig for a moment before continuing, “You’re not gay ... are you?”

“I am very, very straight,” Craig laughed.

“Thought as much by your reaction when I touched your arm earlier,” she giggled.

“Well yeah, it looked like you were about to kiss me!”

“I might have,” Jaime said wistfully. “Guess that’s out the window now.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Come on, Craig. You’re an honest, genuine guy. You deserve better than to get involved with a girl like me.”

“You mean someone sweet and funny who’s nice to my dad? Naw, why would I ever be attracted to that?!”

“I’m serious Craig!” Jaime said through a laugh. “It’s so flattering to get attention from a great guy like you, but I don’t want to lead you on. I’m ... kind of damaged goods.”

“Didn’t I already tell ya to stop talkin’ about yourself like that?”

“I do have a stubborn streak.”

“And so do I,” Craig fired back. “This is what I was talkin’ about earlier with that dickhead director of yours.”

“How do you mean?”

“Just because you’re a tiny girl doesn’t mean you can’t be tough or intimidating. It comes down to attitude and mindset. The opposite is also true. You seem to have some problems with self-worth, and I guarantee your boss picked up on that. He thinks you an easy target.”

“But he had me in breach of contract. That’s what started the confrontation. Attitude doesn’t change that.”

“No, but it might change his reaction to it,” Craig said. “Tell me, who is your idol in your line of work? Who do you try to emulate when you’re on set?”

“Well, I’ve always been a big fan of Nina Hartley,” Jaime said. “She’s been in the business for decades. Even though she’s approaching sixty, she’s still beautiful, charming, sophisticated, and has a quiet strength to her. She’s kinda my hero.”

“And how do you think the same situation would have played out between the director and Nina?”

Jaime thought a moment before responding. “She would have understood his reasons for objecting but would demand a respectful, polite approach to it.”

“Exactly. I bet she also wouldn’t have allowed the director to be alone with her in his office. Too many unknown variables.”

“I see ... I guess I was pretty stupid to follow him.”

“Not at all,” Craig replied. “He took advantage of your trusting nature. It’s unfortunate how it ended up, but you won’t ever allow yourself to be put in that position again. He’s still the one in the wrong, Jaime.”

“So, if I take responsibility for the facts of the situation but refuse to back down in regards to the circumstances...”

“You show everyone you’re tough, smart, and mature all at the same time.”

“I like the sound of that ... it’s gonna be a while before I’m there, though.”

“These things take time, Jaime. Positive changes never happen overnight.”

“I guess...”

They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes before Craig spoke. “So, would it be alright if I ask a question?”

“Of course,” Jaime grinned.

“Why porn? What got you into that to begin with?”

Jaime nodded. “It’s a fair question. First, some background. I never knew my parents. My mom gave birth and left me on the doorstep of an orphanage in Portland. The nuns raised me my entire childhood.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s ok,” she shrugged. “Given that my mom so easily left me there, it was probably a better situation than her trying to raise me. Anyway, I was never a problem child there, did pretty well in school, but not quite good enough to gain any scholarships for college. Given that it was a Catholic orphanage, you can imagine how the nuns handled things once the girls started coming of age.”

“Don’t touch yourself or you go to Hell?”

“Pretty much. Didn’t stop me, though that was all I did at the time. Some of the girls went a little crazy, sneaking out to have sex with their boyfriends. Hell, one girl got caught with a college student in her bed at the orphanage!”

“Yikes. The nuns’ teaching methods might have been lacking, but you’ve gotta be a special kind of stupid to try somethin’ like that!” Craig laughed.

“Damn straight! Anyway, as I approached graduation, my dream was to be a fashion model. I know, so original. I had a nice portfolio put together by my girlfriend from high school, so I figured I had a shot. After graduation, I moved south to LA to look for modeling work. That’s when the harsh reality set in. No modeling agency wanted anything to do with me. I’m too small.”

“Too small? Even to be a petite model?”

“Yep. Basically, they want all models to be tall, no less than 5”9’, just different weights between petite, normal, and plus. I never had a shot.”

“Well that’s bullshit; petite women are naturally gonna be shorter!” Craig protested.

“I know this and you know this. Anyway, one of the agents I met with gave me the name of an acquaintance of his that might be able to offer me some steady work for good pay. I met with this acquaintance, only to discover it was an interview for nude modeling. It scared me at first, but I was desperate and broke, so I went for it. I did so well at it that they suggested I try having sex on camera. They said the money was even better. Again, I was scared, but decided to try it out, always intending to stockpile money away so I could retire in a few years and strike out on my own. Three years later, here we are.”

“Wow ... I’m really sorry.”

“You’re sweet, but don’t be. I’m not. I mean, I don’t want to make a living having sex on camera, but it’s just a means to an end for me. And as well as I’m doing, I have no regrets,” Jaime said.

“Even so, these agents and directors disgust me. I know you had a choice and all, but they still prey on desperate young women,” Craig replied.

“Yeah, some of them are scum,” Jaime mused. Looking at her watch, she said, “I probably should get going back to my hotel.”

“Sure. Um, would it be ok if I walk ya home?”

Jaime flashed a megawatt smile. “I’d like that.”

The pair strolled along the beach at a leisurely pace, neither in a hurry for their time together to end. As they went, Jaime decided to slip her tiny hand into Craig’s, intertwining her fingers with his. He said nothing at this, but his eyes definitely lit up. After a few moments, he spoke.

“I know you said before you didn’t want to lead me on. With that in mind, what does this mean?” Craig asked, pointing at their hands.

Jaime sighed. “It means ... I don’t know for sure what it means, Craig. But I know I couldn’t lead you on if I wanted to. I guess in simplest terms, it means I don’t want this night to be over.”

“I’d have to agree with that sentiment.”

“It’s kind of a scary thought for me. Craig, I’ve never felt this way about a guy before. I’ve had sex with God-only-knows how many men, but I’ve never been so ... flustered.”

Craig grinned. “At least now I know you’re not leading me on.”

“How do you know that?”

“The way you’re talking is how Dad described his first date with Mom all those years ago, minus the God-only-knows how many men you’ve had sex with part, of course,” he laughed.

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” she gushed.

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