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That was his dream girl onscreen, fuck­ing two guys at once. As the camera zoomed in, Ed saw a close-up of the hard, red, glis­tening cock embedded in her pussy, wedged in there tight. Above was a bigger dick sliding in and out of her mouth. Her body was writhing wildly as they rooted her, but not a single hair was out of place, and if you looked closely, you could clearly tell that it was the woman who was in control of the cha­otic scene.

A sudden cry of pleasure, then a quick shot of her face as she flashed her angry, defiant brown eyes and gritted her perfect white teeth. She wasn’t in control, and when her long brown hair spilled onto her face, she whipped her head around and swirled her hair back behind her with one haughty gesture. Talk about grace under pressure.

Gina hadn’t made many videos, maybe half a dozen. Rumour had it that she’d walked out on the porn indus­try because the pay was too low, at least compared to what an escort could make. Besides, she’d got star billing in her last videos, so she quit while she was on top. Well, on the bottom, but this was the only time she did two guys.

Ed was watching the scene for prob­ably the 20th time, but he was still delighted. Two cocks inside her, relentless, punishing, never going to stop, and yet it’s the guys sweating and Gina giving an evil, cool smile, tell­ing them to keep going.

Slowly, the thick dick slipped out of her pussy. Strong male hands pushed her down onto the bed and turned her over onto her back. These guys were ready to bust their nuts and Gina, eyes flashing, was waiting, a surly, challenging curl to her lip.

Her eyes moved from side to side as both guys began to jerk off on either side of her. One of them pulled at his cock with measured strokes, but the guy with the banana-sized, curved monster dick just fumbled around with the tip of his weapon and then suddenly dribbled a viscous stream onto her cheek and down her chin. She got caught with a sudden spray from the other cock, and it decorated her forehead and spattered her hair, but she didn’t flinch.

She glared into the camera, wiped a finger against her cheek and slipped some of the load into her mouth. She looked at the drooping dicks and said, in a mocking purr, “Guess I drained you guys dry.” She looked directly into the camera, directly at Ed: “How about you?” And she winked. “I could take a lot more, you know…”

Ed exhaled deeply. What a woman. He’d give anything to be her slave. And then a hot flush of anxiety came over him, followed by a cold, shivery wave of stage fright.

“I can’t believe I’m gonna meet her today!” he exclaimed. Ed froze the image on the screen: Gina, with her inscrutable brown eyes, her trademark sexy grimace of straight white teeth and soft pouty lips, her long and lush straight black hair. He left the DVD in the machine. Couldn’t risk it getting lost. No, he’d only take the box with him for her to sign in person. “I never thought I’d meet her!” What luck: His weekly Google search had turned up her name at the bottom of a list of celebrities scheduled to be at a memorabilia show taking place just three hours away.

He rehearsed his opening line during the long drive. “Gina, I admire your work…” No. “Gina, you are the most beautiful woman in the world.” Trite. And was she? He hadn’t seen any recent photos of her, and even when he searched online, the most recent photos were from 1999, when she did a strip show in Las Vegas.

He paid the parking fee, the entrance fee and, finally, in a state of dread and lust, like visiting a casino or a whore­house for the first time, he made his way deep into the convention hall, with the noise, the dealers hawking video games, comic books and action figures, and tables with pro wrestlers, TV game show personalities and real­ity-show superstars all ready to meet and greet. It was a blur to him, as if he were wearing a fishbowl. Where was Gina? A security guard told him: “Back and to the right.” His brain was throbbing. The ‘adult film stars’ were seques­tered down an L-shaped corridor. He held his empty DVD box like a holy book. He walked past coy, flirta­tious ex-centrefold girls, scream queens and porn stars, all seated at their tables, flesh tones too fleshy, hair too shiny, all too easy.

There! Last table! His girl was wear­ing glasses, and she had put on a little weight, but she was still Gina, all right. She had stacks of photos in front of her, and a paper sign: $20 each.

“Gina…this is such an honor…I am such a big fan,” he stammered. “I can’t believe it’s really you.”

She stared him down. “What do you mean, you can’t believe it’s me?”

“Y-you’re as lovely as ever! Ageless.” He held up the box cover.

“Anything brought to me is $50 to sign. My own photos are $20.”

Ed had a sinking feeling. Didn’t she realise she was his goddess? Maybe he hadn’t shown he was truly sincere; he put down a $100 bill. “I’d be honoured to have you sign this, and I’ll buy two photos, too.” Gina’s expression changed slightly.

She took the cash. “Personalising is an extra $10. So that’s an even $100.” She slipped the bill into a metal box.

Ed blurted, “This is a dream come true.”

The porn star signed the items, her head down the entire time. When she spoke, Ed couldn’t see her mouth move, but he was sure he heard her say, “Two hundred to kiss my pussy.”

His jaw dropped. “What was that?”

“You heard me,” Gina said, a touch of impatience in her voice. She clenched her teeth. Her lower lip dragged down, fierce and sexy.

A voice inside him was shouting, “Spend the $200! Spend the $200!” He emptied his wallet. Gina motioned him to follow her down the hall. She pushed open the ladies’ room door and followed Ed in, then closed and locked it behind them.

Ed got down on his knees. It was a fanboy’s dream come true. Gina hiked up her skirt and bent her knees slightly. She wore no underwear. The bright lights in the ladies’ room accentuated, in high definition, each pore of her well-waxed pubic mound. His eyes grew wide as he tried to commit to memory a bald area of flesh that he had only seen on a screen and in magazines.

“Kiss it,” she hissed. “No tongue!”

Ed tilted his head slightly and placed his lips on her pussy, tentative. The soft lips against his mouth, his nose against her mons, her thighs shutting off his hearing, his eyes blur­ring. He went into a strange state, a dream come true that was veering back into a dream.

Gina had one hand on his head and the other positioned so she could watch the sweep of the precious min­ute hand. After pressing his lips to her pussy a second time, kissing it like a prince awakening a sleeping beauty, Ed dared to take a breath, hoping to pick up a scent he could somehow bring up in memory every day for the rest of his life.

When she called out “five seconds,” he gave her vagina one parting kiss and tilted back on his knees, looking up at his porn queen. She backed away, straightened her skirt and disappeared out the door, leaving him to stumble to his feet, unsure of what had actually happened.

The second he was back in the hall­way, the moment was gone, and all that he could smell was old carpet in the hallway and the boiled hot dogs being hawked by a distant vendor.

Gina sat looking down the hall, wait­ing for the next customer. Ed picked up the photos and the signed video box from the table. “I kissed her,” he thought. “It was real. My mouth was on her pussy! Just a second ago! Now I can die.” Or could he? Something was restless in his crotch. And did Gina really, really know she had met her biggest fan?

“That was the best $200 I ever spent,” Ed told her. She looked up

.”Well, if you can get your hands on $2000, I’ll give you a minute of my lips on your cock. How’s that?”

“I’m your biggest fan. For you, any­thing!” Gina seemed amused as she watched Ed rush off with his debit card to find the bank on the other side of the convention centre.

“I’m back, Gina,” he said. His bou­quet was a stack of hundred-dollar bills. She took them. And again she covered her memorabilia table and briskly walked to the ladies’ room.

Ed followed, this time with a sense of confidence. Any fan of any star at the convention could pay for an auto­graph or take a picture with their favourite star, but a kiss? That was special. And now, her mouth on his cock? His kiss must have told her he was her most devoted fan, otherwise she’d never consider making such a generous offer!

“All right,” Gina said. “Whether you get hard or not, it’s one minute. I can’t be in here all day.”

“I understand,” he said as she took his dick in her warm mouth.

Ed looked down in awe; he had to keep reminding himself that the head bobbing up and down on his half-hard cock was Gina’s. Not many girls had ever done this to him anyway, but to get this from Gina? He’d fantasised about her sucking his dick so many times.

He was lost in lust, his mind, like his cock, utterly blown. Any minute he thought he’d wake up and find himself at home, jerking off, one of her videos playing on the TV. But no. Gina looked up, and he looked down. That was his fanboy dick in her superstar mouth!

His cock pulsed into firmness, grow­ing surprisingly hard surprisingly fast and causing Gina to flash her eyes up at him.

When she finally pulled her mouth off his rod, she said, “That was a little more than a minute…”

She traced her finger over her lips. “You know what,” Gina said, “for my true fans, I finish the job. All I charge is another two grand.”

Ed looked down. Gina looked down, too, just in time to see creamy shots of jizz erupt from his dick and sizzle against the front of her pink skirt.

“Sorry,” he said, fumbling to get his half-hard cock back in his pants.

“You idiot!” Gina shouted before she stalked out and quickly slid herself behind her memorabilia table.

Ed thought about all the photos she sold at conventions, all the fans who meant nothing more or less to her than he seemed to.

A few moments later, he emerged and stood contritely in front of her. “Forgot my items,” he said, grabbing the autographed DVD box and photos.

“Prove that you’re a real fan,” Gina said, wriggling out of her skirt and placing a stack of 8 x 10s beside her to hide her nude lower body. She handed him the stained garment. “Take this to the dry cleaner and have it back in an hour. I’ll give you an extra person­alised photo.”

He nodded. He took her skirt and headed through the convention hall. He didn’t ask where the closest dry cleaner was. He walked past the front desk and out to his car. He was a true fan, as true to her as anyone could be. He was willing to pay extravagantly for the photographs she gave him, the kiss, even the blowjob. But to own her skirt-and have her remember him forever? That was worth more than any personalised photo she could give him!

-Name and address withheld

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