Sophie gets carried away at the Porn Awards

To promote the first two movies, and get hype going for the other two, the studio had managed to pull some strings and got Sophie a speaker slot at the start of the annual Porn Awards. She was a little nervous, this was when it all went public. When it all became real. At least her lawyer had got some real concessions, and it was looking like she'd get full custody of her daughters. So she didn't feel so bad about missing her daughter's pageant to go to the Porn Awards. After all, it was good for her to spend time with dad while she could. And Sophie desperately wanted to announce her video.

People looked confused as she trotted onto the stage in a pink corset, her tits almost bulging out of the top of it. She wore pink high heels, and a lacy thong, and nothing else. Why was this Hollywood actress here? And dressed like one of them?

Sophie approached the mic. "I'm honoured to be here today to open the prestigious Porn Awards. Having recently begun my own porn career," she continued despite the audible gasps and surge in flash photography, "I appreciate the work that goes into your craft. Before the awards are announced, I'll keep it brief, and leave you with..." And she promptly walked off stage, as a projector screen descended and began to show the trailer for two movies.

Clips were interspersed, starting off with a well made up and gorgeous Sophie and moving to images of her fucking and sucking her heart out, cum spraying onto her face. The trailer ended with a clip from *S Is For Sophie* of Sophie, wiping cum out of her eyes and laughing, "OK, maybe I am a total fucking bimbo."

The screen faded to black, before finally appeared 'STUPID BITCH STUDIOS PRESENTS: SOPHIE TURNER AS SOPHIE SUXX: COMING SOON'

It was soon all over the celebrity gossip sites, trending on every platform. Sophie Turner did porn now. The trailer was the most downloaded video ever within a day. And surprisingly the Awards were going well. Gorgeous, super-busty stars were telling her "Oh they must work together" "This is so brave", champagne was being handed to her, later in the night much stronger drinks, and even a couple of spliffs. Sophie was stumbling to and fro.

Eventually she ended up sitting with her head on the shoulder of Elliott, a grey-haired older man who was one of Stupid Bitch Studios' executives. He was explaining to the heavily **** Sophie that it just made sense to change her name legally to her stage name.

"'m, that makes sense," Sophie drunkenly slurred, signing the legally binding document he pushed at her with a scrawl of a signature.

"And what about our proposal for the next film? You seemed resistant to it before?"

"Whe's'it?"

The executive pointed to it on the calendar, and Sophie's eyes went wide, making obvious her heavily dilated pupils. "Oh! S'my daughter's bir'day..." she slurred. But in no time at all, she'd agreed to film a scene she'd refused to when sober, on her daughter's birthday, signing away her contractual right to refuse.

As she was eventually taxied away, Sophie didn't quite know the mess she was in...