Virgin Porn Star

Virgin Porn Star Part14

Mercy's POV

I nervously smoothed my hair as I stood in front of the full length mirror.  Another dinner.  Another night of trying to keep my mind off of things about my old life.  It seemed to get easier though every day.  I didn't want to think about why, but the truth was that, I kept thinking about Vincent.  It was easy to not think about my old life when I had Vincent to think about.  But, did I really want to forget all about my old life?  Well, I certainly didn't want to forget about my friends.  But, the rest, I did need to forget about.  My days in that tiny apartment were over.  I no longer had to worry about the bills.  That was something I could be happy about.  And.. Vincent.  I could be happy about Vincent.  Somewhat.  He didn't seem to be interested in me now that I was staying with him.  Maybe the night at the diner had just been a whim for him.  It hadn't been that way for me.  I definitely didn't go around doing things like that to just anyone.   However, Vincent did.  He was a porn star.  He did stuff like that.  Actually, he did alot more than that.  How could I have thought that I had been any different?  He did 10 times more than that with girls who didn't even know his name.  Of course he wouldn't think twice about doing something like that to me.  Why was it so easy for me to forget that Vincent was just a porn star.  It was so easy to think that he was just a normal person, who might have feelings for me. 

I blew a breath through my cheeks and put my hands on my hips.  I looked at my self in the mirror closer.  Every night, I tried.  I tried to look my best, so that I might impress Vincent.  What had I been thinking?  Wearing a low cut top would do nothing to attract Vincent.  He saw perfect, naked girls everyday.  I looked once more at the outfit I had donned for today.  My tightest pari of jeans, and a top I had worn the first time I had seen Vincent, in Rick's office.  While that day I had worn a lace camisole underneath this top, I decided to go without it tonight.  I wore the camisole for lunch, but I had taken it off for dinner, hoping he might find my body enticing.  I felt like I was whoring myself.  What was I thinking?  This was it.  That last time I would think of things like that when I dressed.  I would go to dinner like this tonight.  Surely Vincent would think nothing of it, seeing as he had seen much more in his time. 

I shut the open spot in my heart, and wiped away a small tear.  How often had I cried since I got here?  Too much.  No more crying.  I walked across the room that was mine for the time being and stopped at the door.  I looked over the room I had spent so much time in.  It was huge.  Bigger than any hotel room, which is what I had been expecting.  It seemed so un-personal though.  Like I was the first person to ever stay here.  Which is possible, considering there were so many rooms.  When other people stayed over, they could very well have taken up other rooms.  I couldn't see other people staying here though.  It just seemed out of the ordinary.  Vincent wasn't a very social person, so I can't imagine him hosting a person's stay.  I suppose he was hosting mine, but it just seemed different.  I looked over at the dresser, where I had some of my things on top.  It didn't make the room seem any more like mine.  I was comfortable in this house, but in this room, I felt alone.  Utterly alone.  I glance at the clock across the wall, and read 6:00.  Time for dinner. 

I shut the door and made my way down the long hallway.  Vincents room wasn't down this hall way.  To get to his room, I would have to continue to the end of this hall, then turn right, where it then curved into another right, then the hall extended on a long slight curve.  I assumed at the end would be Vincents.  I'd never seen it, but he'd taken me down the hall when I came here, on a tour.  When we had reached his hall, he had just waved his arm and said his room was down there.  I hadn't been able to see the end of the hall, for the curve of the walls.  But I could imagine it going on forever.

As I made my way down the hall that my room was in, I reached the stairs leading to the first floor, where dinner would be held.  I stopped at the top of the stairs and looked in the direction of his hall.  I hadn't heard Vincent leave for dinner, but it was such a huge house, that he may have.  I gazed longingly at the turn you would take to his room, the tore away, and headed down the stairs.  The biggest stairs I had ever crossed.  The were beautiful.  So shiny, were the railings.  Could I ever express my love of this house?  I couldn't imagine leaving.  I didn't want to.  I would always remember this house.  It would be branded in my mind forever.  I hope one day I can come back here; it's so lovely.  Why did I feel like I was saying goodbye to this place?  Like I was putting an imprint in my mind of it.  A memory.  Why?  Was I saying goodbye?  Is that what I was doing.  It sure felt like it.  Maybe it was time I head back home.  I could stay with Shelly again..  It wasn't doing any good staying here.  I hadn't started working for Rick yet, and it didn't seem I was going to any time soon.  This probably had to do with my virginity.  Surely once he found out I was a virgin, he didn't want me to work for him any more.  They were probably giving pity, by letting me stay with Vincent.