in love with a pornstar (modern au fanfic LAMS)

chapter 2

a/n: nsfw?

alexander~

it's not that fun being handcuffed to a bed with cum all over your face because a girl doesn't know how to control the times she busts. the girl gets off of my face apologizing profusely. the makeup artist runs over wiping my face off powdering my cheeks.

i feel like people just think that everything in porn is just made in one take. wrong, there are so many cuts in between so the 'actors' can determine what they feel comfortable doing.

i'm only nineteen, and yes ive been doing porn for one year. shocking, i know. before i dropped out of school, people would think it that 'whoring' ran in my family. i'll have you know my mother was a prostitute not a porn-star. like that makes it any better. she died when i was roughly twelve years old. i don't know if she's proud of me. i mean, i have a well paying job, a house that's nice if you ask me, and i can put food on the table.

i think she'd be happy to know that i'm still alive though.

just not meeting her expectations.

"take five!" the director shouts, pinching the bridge of his nose.

i snap out of my thoughts as i feel my hands being released from the tension of the handcuffs. i sit up in the bed, rubbing my wrists. i look down at them, seeing red circles traveling all the way around them. my assistant throws me a robe and i quickly slip it on as i see i am very indecently exposed. that's funny. i can be on camera butt-naked but when it comes to any other situation i simply can't handle being exposed like that. no one needs to see my dingaling hanging out, thank you very much. i get up from my spot on the bed to go find my laptop. when i open it, a bunch of pop-up ads pop up. i groan, closing each and every one of them. i pick up my phone to see if i had received any messages in regards to that contest i had posted. i scrolled through a bunch of them, they seemed all the same. however, a specific one caught my eye.

jl- hey! i know that it's like a one in a million chance that you'll see this, but it's worth a shot. i'm john laurens, i'm twenty-one, and i would just adore meeting you. i want to know what you're like outside of that persona you have to put on while you're on camera. it would mean the world to me just to get to know you as opposed to only seeing what i see on livestreams and bunch of different websites. i hope you see this :)

disgusting, sick, perverted fuck.

i may just choose him to spite him. i laugh darkly to myself. you know, make him fall in love with me, then a whole big fight breaks out. i laugh even harder at that. my assistant walks by, giving me a side eye. oop. this guy seems needy, desperate for attention. i can surely give him attention. however, i don't want a relationship. my last relationship was not pretty to say the least. it ended in arguments over loyalty and how we were treating each other. trust needs to be established when a partner goes into something like this. you can't just not have a discussion with your significant other when something like this is going to occur. communication is key. my partner and i had none of that.

i was dating a guy at the time of this incident. i'm bisexual. in the porn industry they don't necessarily care what you are. you do what you're told, but there are still boundaries that you can set.

my train of thoughts are broken when the director shouts that our break is over. how nice.

"i'll try and think of something else this time, just don't go as hard." maria reynolds frowns at me.

"why were you thinking of your girlfriend anyway?"

"because i don't like men as much as i like girls."

oh yeah. maria reynolds. she's pansexual but she leans more towards girls. her situation was somewhat similar to mine. went to school, didn't have enough money, etc. she started out as a stripper at the age of eighteen then moved onto porn as opposed to dance on a pole for a bunch of sweaty men. maria is beautiful. her perfect smile, her curvy shape, just everything about her was enticing. we dated for about two months before deciding we were better off has friends. that ended on good terms. she moved on and now has a 'wonderful' girlfriend.

"let's try this again, people!"

~...~

my director slaps me on the back, giving me praise. the hell? since when do you get praised for— im not even going to finish that sentence. anyway, he also tells me I need to pick a winner, as it's been almost a month since i sent out that 'contest'. i think back to that laurens guy. i grab my phone, opening the message from him once more.

jl: hey! i know that it's like a one in a million chance that you'll see this, but it's worth a shot. my name is john laurens, i'm twenty-one, and i would just adore meeting you. i would like to know what you're like outside of that persona you have to put on while on camera. it would mean the world to me just to get to know you as opposed to only seeing what i see on livestreams and different websites. i hope you see this. :)

my fingers defy my brain, already formulating a response. am i going to regret this?

probably.

lusciouslexi🍑💦~ hey! you're the lucky victim of  this contest! please reply back in the time spam of a week or your position will be changed. ;) don't believe that it's actually yours truly? i'll be going live later today. you'll get the notification. peace out.

i hit send, not thinking. my lips form into a smirk, i bite my lip to try and hold it back. maria is peering over my shoulder. a peculiar look is on her face.

"um, i'm just going to assume the best and that you didn't just choose that poor boy to spite him."

well.

i'm going to assume the worst.

EDITED: 02/03/2021