Rpkitten
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Tasia primped herself in the rearview mirror one last time to make sure everything was in place -- a touch of gloss here, tucking away a rogue strand of hair there. Just beyond her view at the end of the lot sat a broad, nondescript and almost warehouse-looking structure. Unadorned save for a street number and barely visible "PP Enterprises" sign, thousands must pass the spacious lot and imposing building every day without knowing what it really was; the headquarters for California's most successful, and infamous, porn studios -- Paradise Productions.
Later it might seem strange to Tasia that she didn't feel even a hint of nervous energy. No butterflies fluttering in her stomach or the dread she used to feel before more traditional job interviews. Instead, it all felt normal -- just a completely natural next step in her career. She had been dancing at the club since shortly after her nineteenth birthday, slowly but surely building her rep and what could pass as a small, but evident, fanbase among the locals. It was really only a matter of time before one of the patrons slipped her a business card and told her it was time to "take things to the next level"; which everyone knew meant porn.
She didn't mind the stigma attached, although she wasn't sure how she would care for the loss of privacy she'd suffer if this panned out. She enjoyed sex and figured she'd better get paid for it while she could. Beat the Hell out of school or a "real job" anyway.
The minidress she had selected was little more than a glorified tee, but showed as much leg as her 5'6" frame could offer and accentuated her curves and flat tummy while not being so lascivious as to cause a stir out in public.
The woman at the reception desk looked to be in her mid-forties and possessing a matured, latin beauty that made her wonder if she had been a performer herself -- a 1990s vixen turned secretary.
"Hi. I'm Tasia -- here for the 2:00 casting appointment."
The woman at the desk arched an eyebrow and glanced at her monitor. "You got a Big Girl name, Tasia?"
"Staci," she answered back unflustered by the receptionist's bluntness. "Staci Winters." Tasia was the name that had stuck at the club. She had started dancing as "Anastasia", thinking it sounded exotic or something. That got shortened to 'Tasia' by the club's emcee, then to 'Twisted Tasia', and 'Tawdry Tasia', and eventually 'Tasty Tasia', which seemed to be the name he favored barking when she took the stage these days. Guy must have a thing for alliteration.
"Right. Have a seat, Miss Winters. Someone will be with you shortly."