He forgot his credit card

Before Stanley could leave, he saw Claire come running out of the store, waving his credit card in her hand. He hit the breaks and rolled down his window. "What, did you want to come with me?" he joked.

She caught up with him, out of breath. "You forgot your credit card, but now that you mention it, that could be nice."

"You must really want my bonus cheesecake deluxe. I guess you're not that taken afterall, huh?" She blushed again, which he thought was adorable on her pretty face. "Well, get in, you can share. I never mind feeding a pretty girl like yourself. If you're on break or something, I'll just pull up here," he said, pulling into a parking spot.

"Thanks. I don't normally do this. I know it's weird, I'm just really hungry," she said.

"No big deal. I've never met a real life pornstar before, so I'd love to know more. More questions wouldn't offend you, right?"

She turns away, embarrassed. "I don't mind. It's something I did and I'm going to keep getting recognized, so I may as well get used to it."

"Glad to be of help! So do you like getting recognized? Is it exciting that guys like me have seen you naked?"

She takes a bite of her food. With her mouth full she said, "Yeah, it super is. That's how I met my boyfriend. He was so cute, looking at me like he was star struck." She swallowed. "I think he still watches it."

Stanley had basically forgotten his own food, fascinated by Claire. "He's probably your luckiest fan! Does you get recognized a lot, then?"

She rolls her eyes, "all the time. You're the third person who brought it up today."

"And does it turn you on every time?"

"It's becoming a problem."

"Ah ha! So that's why you left the industry." Stanley hammered his fist into his palm. "You went mega viral the first time, and all the fame was getting you too horny. You were worried that if you kept going it would take over your life. You wouldn't be able to go out in public without getting hornier than a teenage boy whose sister lost her bikini top. Am I on the right track?"

She stared at him, trying to parse what he said. In the end she nodded slowly." That's about right. So if you wouldn't mind keeping this to yourself..."

"Look, Claire," Stanley said, putting a hand on her shoulder, full of conviction. "This is who you were meant to be! You said you got into it in the first place because of how good you were at sex, and then your very first time was popular enough that you're getting recognized dozens of times a day." His voice grew impassioned. If he weren't sitting in a car he'd have his foot up on something, fists raised. "There is nothing wrong in being who you are. So tell me, Claire, are you a super-slut?!"

She blinked at him. "Um, yes."

"I can't hear you! I asked, are you a super-slut!"

"Yeah!" She smiled. "Yes I am! Claire Davis the fuck-machine is back, baby!"

A/N: I remember being really disappointed that we hadn't gotten anything more of this branch and our ex-pornstar. I decided to revisit it and write some myself. I don't have a clear direction for this, and don't know if I'll write any more, but if any of you like it and want me to continue, let me know. If you had any requests or suggestions, I'd love to hear them!