Nope. Her next client's from back home

Bria sighed, sticking the five into her purse with ill-concealed disgust. "It was supposed to be a five dollar discount," she muttered, then remembered that she was supposed to be a cheap - and dumb - hooker. Getting screwed like that would probably go over well with the viewers, she had to admit, and went back to prancing along the sidewalk as she waited for her next 'johns' to arrive.

She was beginning to get impatient, and wondering how she could spice up the waiting for the camera when a passing car slammed on the brakes and backed up to stop beside her.

"Bria Juergens?" a voice exclaimed in disbelief.

Bria's jaw dropped. "Chet?" she all but squeaked.

"Jesus Christ! Bria Juergens, Minnesota beauty queen, here in Hollywood!" Chet all but yelled, leaning out the window of the car. "What're you doing in this part of town?"

Bria's amazement started to give way to horror. Chet was a weasel-faced asshole she'd turned down time after time until he claimed he could get her in to see a movie director. She hadn't bought it of course, at least not until he showed her a pair of tickets to a high-scale restaurant the director would be in.

She'd fucked him to get those tickets. Well, she'd fucked him for one and then sucked him for the other, only later wondering why she'd bothered with the second ticket when she was the only one who needed to get inside.

To make it worse it turned out that the 'director' was a porno director. He'd convinced her to let him film them fucking, which she thought would lead to a role. Chet spent the last month of high school blackmailing her, threatening to tip off everyone that there was a porno video of her on 'DumbestSluts.com'

"I'm, uh, just waiting for someone," she lied, looking around nervously. Was this part of the film? Was that the right thing to say?

Chet eyed her outfit, lingering on the dribbles of sperm leaking down her thighs. He wasn't booksmart but he put things together pretty quick.

"Oh my God!" he yelled. "Bria Juergens, snotty queen of the school, is a fucking hooker!"

"I'm... I'm....." Bria stumbled over the denial, **** to know if this was part of the act, **** to not ruin the film.

"You are! How much did you charge the last guy?" Chet demanded.

Bria answered without thinking, blurting, "Five bucks." She could've smacked herself for saying it.

Chet howled. "Five bucks! Holy shit! Not just a hooker, but a real cheap one. Damn, doing that porno for DumbestSluts.com must've given you a real taste for the adult industry, huh?"

"I... I... " Bria looked around desperately, and nearly sagged with relief when she caught sight of her cameraman in a shadow, zooming in on the action. When he waved for her to keep going she wasn't sure if she should cry in despair or relief.