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"I don't know, If I were to tell you everything, it could take a while. Most of my 'guest talent' want to talk payment when the scene's finished. You sure?" I asked. Not that I mind telling my life story, I'm a little narcissistic that way. But I don't like to subject people to it, it just seems a little rude to talk myself up too much. Especially when I was balls deep inside them just 10 minutes ago.

Bridget took her time to reply. She was still in that phase after sex where you can't quite string words together without gasping for air between syllables. Every deep breath made her deflate further and further, until her hips went from doggy, to relaxing against the bed. I noticed her toes started to uncurl, her ears were going slack beside her head and she eased her grip on the pillow she held onto. Her little cotton-tail twinged a few times, which actually got me hardening back up a bit. It always comforts me to know that there are still little things that legitimately turn me on, rather than what I just do for work. We'd gotten some great shots, and a shiny-white creampie for the highlight reel. She was vocal, the talk was dirty, the action was fast and hard, but... show me footage where someone just lightly bites their lip, and my boner will transcend reality.

Bridgett started to shift on the bed, lying on her side. She kept her legs closed and her fingers between them, and fluttered her big, blue bunny eyes at me. If I were a poetic man, I'd say they look like eyes you could swim in. Being that I'm more of a realist, I saw them more as a liability for facial scenes. Trust me, a girl can have beautiful eyes, but they're not that good looking when you get jizz in one of them and their mouth is screaming at you. Though I will give her this. The scene had ran a little long, so there was a nice sunset outside the window. The way the light came through the blinds, the way it just seemed to drape over her soft, pink fur and almost change the color to a bright tangerine? It looked nice. Kinda artsy even. I hadn't put the camera away just yet, but I thought about just snapping a still shot, something tasteful. It would make a nice wallpaper at the least. I clicked the camera back on, hoping to get just that. But she ruined the moment when she started sucking the cum off her fingers. I mean I guess even that could've been cute and sexy, but she just had this thick ropey strand between her fingers and laid it on her tongue like string cheese.

I furrowed my brow and snapped the picture. It wasn't what I wanted, but I was sure somebody would pay me for it. She made a light 'mmm' noise like she was enjoying it. I'm sure someone else would think that's hot, but for me? It was like someone scrawled a dick on a Rembrandt with crayon.

Between finger licks, she finally said "Yeah, I want to know what it's like. I've got nothing else on my plate tonight, and you don't seem like the kind of guy I normally see in casting videos."

I closed up the camera and went over to close up the tripod. "Well I try my best not to be. When I started, I kinda made it my goal not to just be a meathead with a camcorder and internet access." I gave the legs a light kick to fold them in and prop it in the corner. "I try to show a little respect. Or at least as much respect as I can when I'm calling them a little slut for a few hours." I said, taking out the SD card from the camera. Bridget's eyes followed me around the room, like a cat watching a fly buzz from one end of the room to the other.

"Do you still enjoy it? I mean, if you're doing this like, every other day, is it even good for you anymore?" I hesitated. I was about to put the SD card in the little plastic filer, and my hand just hovered above it for a second. I felt a slight twinge of grief cross my mind. Then I dropped it and closed the box. "Kind of irrelevant at this point." I replied. "I'm good at it, I don't hate it, and I can make a living on it."

Bridget pointed a finger at me. There was a still a sheen of cum on the fingertip, and she had a wry grin on her face. "Now THAT'S something I expect to hear from a porn guy. Kinda despondent like you've got your real emotions buried somewhere."

I actually laughed at that. Hell, she wasn't wrong. It's not like being a porn actor was my major strategy in life. I had other plans, I had a whole other career lined up. I turned back to her and said "Yeah, I tend to bury them inside people who want to be fucked on film for pay or for the rush. Keep fingering around, maybe you'll find my traumatic childhood in your vagina somewhere."

It was quiet for a split second while the joke processed through the hormones wafting through her brain, but then we both smiled and started laughing. "Well at least you're aware of it. If it's any consolation, I'm here looking to bury my self esteem issues. Maybe a little social stress on top of that." She said. She had a microsecond of guilt in her eyes before they perked back up again. I sometimes think maybe she saw the same thing in my expression when I wasn't paying attention. "Yeah, chances are we're all in this business to bury something, figurative or literal, ain't we?" It occurred to me that I hadn't bothered to clean myself up yet. I started walking towards the bathroom, and Bridget shifted to sitting up at the edge of the bed. There was one big, dark wet spot on the covers now, but it's not the first time I've had to bleach sheets.

I stood up to the sink, flopping my equipment on the rim and turning on some warm water. I looked up into the mirror. Visually? I still thought I looked allright. I count myself lucky I got into the business, considering I'm a bat, and one of the few with a big ugly hog-nose. But my ears are symmetrical, I keep myself clean. Try to keep myself from looking too shady. But sometimes when I look in a mirror too long, I start going into too much introspection, which dregs up some thoughts I don't like having.

"So what about you? Anything special you're trying to shove through one head and come out the other? Pun intended."

How do I describe this. Imagine a smile on my face that somehow conveys the emotion of 'I am so depressed about this topic that's actually kinda funny at this point.' I simply replied with "It's a long story."

I focused my attention on washing myself off. I'd gone soft since a few minutes ago, so it just kinda felt like I was running a wind-sock through soapy hands. I heard the bed creak and glanced back into the main room. I could see Bridget standing up and stretching. Again, there was that image. That perfect lighting and artistic nudity that actually felt classy. Beautiful. Almost elegant if you want to go as far as that. But again, the moment's lost when she uses the edge of the sheets to wipe up between her legs. It's still just as depressing as the first instance.

Once I shut the water off, she comes up behind me and I look up at the mirror again. Both of us immediately turned away from it to look at eachother. I like to think maybe we both had the same bad habit.

"So." She started. "I think I'd like to use your shower if you don't mind." She swept her ears behind her head, and scanned me from head to toe. It left me wondering if I suddenly came across differently when I wasn't just a cock with legs. "And I take long showers. So I'm still up for a long story."

She stepped past me towards the shower, her breasts just briefly dragging against me and her hips feeling a little too pressed against mine. My eyes followed, and I felt the corner of my mouth tug up. I brought my eyes back up to meet hers and said "Don't you think that'd be getting a little too familiar with eachother?" I leaned up against the bathroom counter while she opened up the sliding door to the shower. I saw her cotton-tail twinge again. Still gave my libido a sudden stutter.

"Trust me," she said, reaching in to turn on the water. "I highly doubt that. Once I'm done here, I'm gonna go home, see my boyfriend, eat an entire tub of ice cream in the shower and seriously question my life choices. If anything?" She stepped inside, and started sliding the door shut behind her. But not before sticking her head out to say "Maybe I just want to keep this going a little while longer before I have to go back to reality."

The boyfriend part didn't phase me. She wasn't the first to admit that. Most actually admit it on camera. But you never really feel bad because you kinda know that their relationship wasn't likely to last very long if they were willing to come to me. And angry boyfriends are easy to dodge if they find out. Thankfully, when they get a look at me, they think I'm just some hired techie and I just direct them to the biggest, scariest porn actor I know. Then they go, get scared and run off. One of these days I probably should tell Mukanda why he keeps getting angry drunk boyfriends at his door at 3am. Especially when he does hardcore gay porn. But what can I say? He's a huge black leopard, and I sure as hell don't want to tell him he's my scapegoat. Though I guess if that ever happens, I can just blame someone else.

I was quiet for a few minutes, watching her silhouette against the shower door. "Yeah, allright, hell with it. It all started in college and me being incredibly drunk"

I saw Bridget's outline pause momentarily and giggle. She said "Don't all good stories start that way?"

"I was having the absolute overlord of bad days. I get my details mixed up sometimes, but it went something like this..."