Fame & Fantasy

Chapter 4

My voice sounded strange to me as I began recounting my story, from my obsession with porn to the recent changes in my life that had made me reconsider it completely. When I reached the part about the abuse I'd endured, he gave me an unexpectedly tender kiss on the forehead and said:

"Yeah, that's one of the hardest parts of the job. I'm not going to lie to you—I have a lot of experience with parents, society, and loved ones, but I never found a way to make it work with certainty. Be prepared for negative feedback from society."

His words hit me hard. It wasn't that I didn't already know this; I'd been living blissfully in denial for over a month. It's amazing how disconnected you can be from your reality simply by not putting it into words.

Mrinal held me like that for a while, maybe to let his message sink in. It was I who eventually broke the silence, finishing my story with my camming efforts.

"Okay, that's enough for now. I'll need some time to process this. In the meantime, let's talk about some standard issues. You have a beautiful body, Lilaboti," he whispered, trailing his finger along my curves, sending shivers across my skin. "But I'd like to make a few small improvements to give you a porn-star body."

"Yeah, I know, my boobs are too small," I sighed.

Strangely, he seemed taken aback by my answer.

"Well, not necessarily. As I mentioned, we need to do something different, and there are a lot of men who like flatter breasts. However, since you brought it up right away, I'm guessing it's you who isn't okay with them?" he asked.

"Yeah, I hate my tits!" I revealed.

"Then I'm going to get you new ones."

I almost fell out of his arms, my eyes widening in surprise.

"What? Really?" I exclaimed.

"Yes, I told you, I'm going to invest in you and your body. But remember, I'm doing it to benefit from it. I'm not a philanthropist. You'll pay me back when I'm your agent and you start shooting a lot of porn thanks to these improvements."

"Yeah, okay, but thanks anyway!" I said, giving him a big kiss on the cheek.

He smiled knowingly and asked, squinting a little pensively:

"So, what kind of tits do you want? No, wait, let me guess—too big, bouncy, and obviously fake? Pornstar tits?"

I blushed.

"If it's possible... I mean, I need to do something different, so if they have to be less, I don't know, outrageous..." I mumbled.

"No, we do things differently only if you like them. It won't work otherwise," he said solemnly.

"Great!" I exclaimed, making a fist.

No matter how he put it, I was starting to feel like a spoiled child.

"So, let's talk about some small details, like jewelry. Nowadays, having a tongue stud is great for oral scenes. A belly button jewel is also a nice touch—it's adorably slutty. Those are just the basics. Piercings on the hips and clit can add some extra spice. How do you feel about that?"

I had always liked piercings. I remembered feeling envious of others who had them. I wanted them but held back, worried about what others might think.

I had dreamed of nipple piercings because I knew they increased sensitivity. The temptation grew over time, and eventually, before I became a sex worker, I surprised myself by getting them, saying they wouldn't be visible. Now, I thought a belly button jewel and additional piercings would complete the look perfectly.