Porn movie autograph seeker

I was determined to get as many autographs as I could of a lot of my favorite porn stars. So, I found where they film the movies in a warehouse in California. I hid behind racks of clothing and stacked boxes and crates until I made way one on to the movie set. It was a well lit room that was made to look like a small gym. Weight lifting equipment and sit up benches were placed around to give it realism.

I heard Ariella Ferrera was going to be in this movie. I must have seen all her movies because I'm her biggest fan. If I could just get her autograph, I could die happy. I tracked down her trailer outside of the warehouse and tried to get in to get an autograph but a burly man shook his head and shoved me away. I guess they had to be careful since there are a lot of perverts out there.

I planned on catching Miss Ferrera when she walked by at some point. But the big guy guarding her was scanning the place and I had to duck down and hide. Later, as luck would have it, I overheard some of the backstage people talking.

"I guess he's not coming because he didn't get a raise," a man said leaning an elbow on a camera perched high with a tripodn. The lens pointed into the pretend workout room.

The girl he was talking to asked, "You mean Eric won't be here? What a waste of time and money then."

I formulated an idea. I got brave and hunted down the director. It was a woman in her fifities, who looked like she probably had been in porn movies years ago.

"Eric is not coming," I said and continued trying to sound confident, "Something about his salery. Anyway, I've been sent as his replacment."

"Whatever. I guess you've been informed with what you have to do, right?"

"Of course," I lied.

She pointed to a room on the left wall of the warehouse and said, "You can change into workout clothes we had for Eric and come back. We are running so late. I have another movie to do later today."

I went to the room and found a t-shirt and shorts and running shoes. After I changed I made my way back to the set. I left my autograph book back there but I planned on asking Ariella for her autograph at my first opportunity. I hoped she would not be mad at me for tricking her.

I watched Ariella Ferrera walk onto the set wearing a tight pair of shorts and a low cut top. Her legs were shiny with sweat and her cleavage was slick. She smiled and talked with the director who pointed at me. Areilla smiled and my knees nearly buckled with her attention on me.

"Ok, you two will workout seperately, then you," she said looking at me, "will do as she tells you, got it?"

I nodded my head. The director yelled, "Action."

Miss Ferrera and I worked out for a few seconds while she was busy doing sit-ups on a bench. After a while, she said, "Hey bitch. Get over here."

She was looking at me so I did as she requested and asked, "What can I help you with?"

She said, "Look at me. I'm all sweaty."

I looked around and said, "I don't see a towel around here."

She got up really quick and grabbed a handful of my throat and slapped me with her other hand. I was actually scared of her.