No...I Wanted To Be A Pornstar

Tonya Wong smiled, those black teeth so uncanny in that pale-painted, pierced face.

"Like, I started out as a webcam model at university...it was my way of rebelling against my parents, I guess. Mommy and daddy paid for my education, but what they wanted me to do was marry a doctor and start pumping out babies. And they made it very clear I had to remain a virgin until then, so I could net a good husband. Yet when I got to college...I spent my first week's allowance on my first piercing, and then a dildo, and I told them I needed a better webcam and microphone for my classes..."

Lois Lane nodded, doing her best to look sympathetic. "And you wanted to do porn?"

"Like...I thought about it. Really started to look into it. I was an economics major, I was doing papers on how it worked. I figured a young, fit Asian woman like me...the porn industry, it'll wear you out if you let if. You can shoot five movies a week for the first two months, and then what? Then you're used up. Everybody's seen you fucked every way from Sunday. So you stop getting calls. You have to do more stuff, harder stuff, just to get gigs. Anal sex, fisting, gangbangs. Some of the women that keep on like that, they're not in features anymore, there's no pretense at plot at all... Just gonzo, straight to fucking. Choked out, pissed on, gagging on cocks until they vomit. And if your partners aren't careful with their protection? Herpes, HIV. Shit that you can live with, now, but it stays with you forever."

Tonya took a deep breath, letting a nipple slip out of her kimono. "But I had a plan. I was going to do it right. Get an agent, be picky, start my own production company...that's where the money's at...or so I thought..."

"Then you met Blaze," Lois said, and it wasn't a question.

"Yes! She clued me in to how wrong I was. Because prostitutes, they don't have their name and image out there. They can just walk away from it all. Choose their johns, have the nastiest sex, get paid big bucks, and then go home and you're respectable again."

"Is that why you're..." Lois let her hand indicate the geishapunk getup. Tonya smiled wider.

"Yep! That was Blaze's idea too, now that I think about it. She said I should make myself more exotic. Accentuate my best points. But after I get done for a night, I just wipe the paint from my face and the jizz from my holes and I can go out clubbing or whatever and nobody knows I'm making five thousand dollars a night banging frat boys and guys who own car dealerships stepping out on their wives."

"Five grand a night?" Lois said, a hint of disbelief in her voice.

Tonya fidgeted. "Well...I'm working up to it. Blaze keeps a cut, of course, and finds me the gigs. I can always say no, but the more I fuck the more money there is. I got three grand for a party once, but Ms. Blaze says I have real potential. She's even been talking to me about this surrogacy program, and there's real good money there...that's what Mara is doing..."

"Mara de la Cruz?" Lois said, naming the third of the missing women. "Is she here? Can I talk to her?"

"Of course!" Tonya stood up. "It's probably my turn at the gloryhole anyway. Can you believe I get fifty bucks if I jerk a guy off with my feet?"

Lois watched her duck back through the same door she had come in. Instinctively, Lois raised the bottle of Fertile Valley water and drained what was left. The reporter was still hot and sweating, nipples hard and pussy a veritable swamp, but dark suspicions were already forming her in mind. So far, both of these women had been normal, horny young ladies until they met Blaze...