Seeking Escape

1. The Lifestyle

*** Quinn's POV ***

"That's Quinn Matthews." I heard a blonde with watermelon tits and fake lips whisper to her brunette counterpart. The second girl pulled her long brown hair over her shoulder nervously and flashed a toothy grin at me. I gave her a head nod and kept moving with my recent co-star, Cynthia Winters.

We were at an industy party, making an "appearance." Because that was what my life had become. A dizzying array of people, events, and empty fucking. But the pay was good and breaking into bigger projects didn't suck. With Cynthia's influence as a big deal in the industry, our film together catapulted me into the stardom. I'm still not sure if this was even what I wanted...where I was supposed to be.

"These folks are eating you up." Cynthia acknowledged proudly.

"Well that's in part because of you." I reminded her.

"Time to write your own way. Go pass along the favor to the next young star. And PS. Don't forget that you give the best oral in the business. You're a fucking catch of a co-star." Cynthia patted my scruffy cheek and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. She sauntered away and I had a feeling it was the last I would see of her that night.

I grabbed a beer and glanced around. I felt the eyes of countless, fame-hungry actors on me, men and women. I remembered being like them. I was clueless as to what it would take to make it in this industry.

I was supposed to be a male model. When I stumbled into porn due to the ineptitude of my previous agent, I had to learn quick. But not before doing my fair share of low-budget sleaze.

Thankfully, I met Mir, my new agent, and he helped me establish the guiding principles of my brand. It was the only way I was able to reconcile becoming a pornstar.

One: I never engaged in anything that wasn't portrayed as one-hundred percent consensual. Period.

Two: I never penetrated someone who didn't have a recent STI check. I enjoyed sex without the protection, and it opened up more opportunities, but in this industry that meant weekly testing. We understood the necessity to stay clean, and it was often the incidental outside the industry fucks that introduced risks.

Lastly: I always wanted the people I worked with to have a good time. I got off on giving pleasure. The worst was working with these fake broads who I barely touched and they would be screaming their heads off, telling me I was the best they ever had. I haven't even touched you, how would you know?

I earned myself a reputation once I was able to actually do my thing and deliver authentic pleasure to my co-stars. I had one studio, Gratifica, that kept calling me back because apparently I was a hit in every demographic they tracked, but especially women 30-plus. The studio even encouraged me to start a private channel like Onlyfans, but where I would interact with fans and offer tips and stuff. It had been quite the lucrative venture in addition to top billing with industry giants like Cynthia.

Those two things, staying true to my brand and breaking into the upper echelon of the business, allowed me to now be choosier. I could decline working with certain people or performing certain acts. And as Cynthia was urging, I could use my fame to assist the next rising stars.

When I first started, I totally underestimated the degree of networking and mentoring that this industry required. I was grateful when I made an inroad with Cynthia in a film she was starring in last year. I was cast in a minor role in a group fuck scene. She said the girl opposite me was the only one who actually looked like she was enjoying herself and she invited me to lunch.