Straight to the shoot

Two hours and fifteen minutes later Bria found herself outside a run-down building, several stories high. It looked a bit like an office building, but not one of the nicer ones she'd seen downtown.

She hoped it was the right one, she'd had to ask a lot of strange men for directions. A long time ago she'd discovered that men were willing to do just about anything for a hot girl like her. Some of them had sent her in the wrong direction, and at least half of them had copped a feel, but she felt it was a worthy trade-off to get to her first paying job in Hollywood.

That it was a porno made her mood falter a bit, but once she made it legit no one would ever know about it anyway.

She paused outside the door to fix her makeup in the heat. Nervousness made her revert to her beauty contestant habits, where caking on the makeup was done to let the audience see how beautiful you looked. Now it just made her look like a hooker.

With a few deep breaths and a few more preparations like adjusting her dress and manhandling her breasts into a deeper cleavage, wishing she had bigger breasts, annoyed that her mother told her that D-cups were off-limits when they'd looked into plastic surgery.