The rise of Lacey Cream

"Stage name?" Tiffany asked. "I hadn't given any thought to that."

"Well, you are free to use your real name and a different last name, but most people want to preserve their anonymity." Al responded. "Hence the stage names."

"Huh, I'll have to think about that one, can I get an answer to you tomorrow?"

"Of course, this paperwork isn't going anywhere." Al answered with a smile.

The rest of the day carried on in a quiet manner, there were a few more customers than usual, and Tiffany got another few propositions to model clothing for prospective customers, which she sadly had to decline. One man went as far as to give her his business card in case she ever wanted to "get wild". Tiffany was surprised by the man's forwardness, but accepted the card all the same. Once he had exited the store, Al burst into laughter and Tiffany couldn't help but join in.

Once the activity died down, Al had Tiffany run through a simulated closing a few more times and then sent her home for the day. Once again, she was able to beat both of her parents home and used the time to shower, change, and do some research on stage names. Most of the quizzes she found online were either too overtly sexual or not sexual enough. She needed to come up with something that was just sexy enough and something that could pass for a real name, but she was having a hell of time finding anything. So she decided to move onto the second item on her list, what kind of talent she would want to work with.

Her immediate thought was, the bigger the dick, the better. After some thought, however, she decided that maybe it made sense to start a bit smaller as she had never given a blowjob to a real dick. She was a pro with her dildo, but a real dick might be completely different. Speaking of her dildo, Tiffany had retrieved it and after a few minutes of deepthroating, was punishing her asshole with it, while watching a sissy blowjob hypnotic video.

That night her dreams were filled with images of beautiful women on their knees, servicing mysterious and gorgeous cocks through holes in the walls. The dream brought a sense of longing and burning desire to Tiffany, who now couldn't wait for her career to begin.

After a slow start to her morning, Tiffany strolled into the store in a pair of faux leather, thigh-high boots, a pair of light wash, skinny jeans, and an off the shoulder tunic. Al was pleased to see was early again and asked her to punch-in and return some stock to the shelves. Once she had completed that, she returned to the front to see her paperwork still on the back counter, the "stage name" field still empty. Without a seconds hesitation, Tiffany wrote down the first thing that came into her head.

Stage name: Lacey Cream

She double checked that all the other information was filled out and handed the completed form to Al.

"Hmm, Lacey Cream. Are you sure?" Al asked, looking to Tiffany for confirmation.

"Yes." Tiffany responded, without delay.

"Okay, let me just enter this into the system."

As Al entered the data, he asked Tiffany about what kind of talent she was looking to work with.

"I mean I can get pretty much any length, width, race, or whatever. So what are you looking to work with?"

"Well, I don't want to bite off more than I can chew...metaphorically! So maybe something in the six to seven inch range?" Tiffany suggested.

"I can do that. And you are good with any race?" Al followed up, which Tiffany confirmed with a nod.

"Okay, that should be easy to set up. Now, full disclosure, I'm going to need you to get an STD test 48 hours before every shoot. I request the same of all of my talent. Is that going to be a problem?"

"Absolutely not. When do you want to shoot?"