Porn Star

One

Sometimes you got to do what you got to do. I love my friends, but they don't understand how important my job is to me. They just do it to get extra cash, but I love doing what I do.

I walked into a small house where I do most of my scenes. I saw the director of this film gave me the signal to hurry up. He didn't have to tell me twice because I already had on my lingerie on under my rob.

On set my name is Pinky, not Kristina.

As I was getting my hair and makeup done my phone started to vibrate. I was going to just ignore it, but I decided to see who it was. You'll never know it might be an emergency.

I looked at my notifications and saw that it from Iris surprisingly.

'I see you left again as always. It's not a surprise tho. But enough of that shit. Yo ass better tell them, or I will my damn self. I'm not going to keep this shit on my damn chest forever. Now you better step the fuck up. On that not e bye I have to go get something to eat with my FRIENDS.'

I looked at my phone in shock. Is this called blackmail? How could she! If I don't wanna tell them then I don't have to. It's not their business anyway. This is MY LIFE, Not THEIRS. Of course I feel bad for what I did, but it was for the sake of my career.

I responded to her with a simple text. I can't be in a bad mood right now.

'I will tell them, but keep yo damn mouth shut and don't say a fucking word. Got it? Good.'

I really don't have time for all of this bullshit, it's really too much for me. And they wonder why I cut them off all the time because they over exaggerate about everything. If I told them they would flip. Especially Janea, she's a damn crybaby and plus she's the most religious out of us, so I know right away that she would flip the fuck out if she knew.

I think the best thing for me is to stall for a while and keep Iris mouth shut.

I got a text from her saying whatever. She should know by now that I mean business.

"ON SET EVERYBODY IN TWO", said the director.

Well that's my queue .....

I decided to head back to the dance studio; I've been practicing a dance to a song by the weekend.

It's a song that makes me cry all the time. Now it's my job to make the lyrics come to life by dancing.

I only call you when it's half past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I only love it when you touch me, not feel me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me
When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, yeah

Hit. Left. Stab. Up. Shoulder. Down.

That's when I fell down and started crying and crying because of what I've done. I didn't mean to do it. I wish I could go back in time and change my decision. But this is real life, so there's no changing the mistakes you've done.

I've never had so much regret in my life.

I heard footsteps come closer to me, but I didn't bother to look because of the tear stains all over my face. That would be so embarrassing. Who ever was behind me started to clap over and over again.

"Well done Miss Kristina", said a deep voice.

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