Humiliation

Laughter filled the room as Lara dropped her top in front of her interviewer.

"Did you do those yourself?!", he chuckled. "I'm not sure if you are taking the piss my dear but you can't seriously think people will want to see those?", he asked.

"Please", Lara replied, "I just need some work, anything".

"Look", the interviewer said, "No-one is going to give you work, especially when you aren't clean". The man held Lara's STD results, and it would have been shorter to list what she didn't have. This was something Lara had suspected for a while. With Lara going bareback every weekend with criminals it was an inevitability.

Lara opened her mouth to start to plead her case but she was cut off by the man before she could speak.

"No", he said. "Even if you had been clean, you look like you are melting. I'm not going to ask my viewers to pay to see an ageing troll put out when it would be more appropriate for her to be put down. Normally I can offer STD ridden whores a couple of hundred to have a few guys jizz on them, but there would be less plastic involved if I asked them to just jerk over a sex doll."

Lara couldn't hold back her tears at how far she had fallen. At one point she was the most sought after centrefold in the world, and now she couldn't even get work at the middle of a circle jerk.

The interviewer walked over to Lara and handed her a business card. "You have two options in my eyes", he said. "Go it alone and do some live streaming shows. I mean, there are people who enjoy fucking sex dolls so maybe you can find some people who fancy watching Quasimodo's sister fuck herself. Or call the number on this card. They will most likely be able to find some work for you, but lets just say that they are at a very niche end of the market."