Alright, first of all, I wouldn't technically call her a "Porn Star." She was in a few adult films and had some background in the industry, but definitely not all over the place. That said, this was an experience not long ago, when I was traveling in L.A. with a few buddies.
We were having drinks pretty late at night in a popular club, when my friend grabbed my arm and blurted, "Dude, don't look now, but we have a porn-star sighting... Right behind you..."
I slowly turned to see who he was talking about: lo and behold, three women, definitely in the business. Almost comically so - one of them was so artificially enhanced and made up, that I couldn't even say if she was sexually appealing. Just an exaggerated idea of what a man's fantasy girl would look like, I suppose, but it really did nothing for me.
"That's fucked up."
"What do you mean fucked up? They're smoking hot!"
"Maybe, but you'd think with what they do all day, they'd get sick of the attention. I'm creeping myself out, peeking over my shoulder at them."
"Whatever, dude. Lighten up."
"Oh, I'm light, my friend." To tell the truth, though, I was pretty cranky that night for some reason. Just being a dick, I suppose.
"Alright, Smiley. Go over there and talk to them, then."
"Fuck you; you go."
"No man, you're the talker. I'd just come off as a creeper, anyway."
"And I wouldn't?"
"Haha." Mark took another drink and smiled, clearly thinking I wasn't going to rise up to the bait.
I looked at my other friend who was pretty tanked at this point, and he just smiled and shrugged. OK, I thought, I was getting a little bored anyways - might as well give us something to talk about. I got a moment of satisfaction in seeing the surprise on Mark's face when I stood up, before the anxiety and adrenaline combination kicked in and I found myself moving.
I walked over to where they were sitting and I had no idea what I was going to say. This should be awkward.
I pointed at the one with the most obvious enhancemets: a Barbie-looking blond who saw me coming and leaned away from her friends to let them know there was a visitor. I thrust my finger at her, "I know you from somewhere..." I saw her roll her eyes at her friends. "Do you teach economics at UCLA?"
Her face was surprised as she broke out in drunk laughter, "What? I look like a professor?"
"Pretty sure he was joking, Crystal." I just noticed her friend, who was gorgeous: straight brunette hair and blue eyes. Still had the appearance of an adult film actress, but much hotter than Crystal in my opinion.
I'm caught a little off guard. I look at her and extend my hand, "Hi - I'm Jack."
She looks at me, unreadable. She finally meets my hand, "Jenna."
I have nothing to work with. I flail around for some conversation, "So... what do you ladies do?"
Crystal pipes up; she's obviously been drinking a bit and is already slurring, "We work in the adult film industry. That's probably where you've seen me. Are you a pervert?" She doesn't wait for a response, "I bet you are! Ha!" She backhands Jenna in the arm, obviously and drunkenly thinking that she just verbally destroyed me. Wow. Just like I thought it would go down. But, not one to cut my losses early, I stood there trying to think of something clever to say.
The third girl, another brunette, moved off with another guy, must be her boyfriend. Jenna is still looking at me, "So?"
"So what?" I was flustered, definitely out of my comfort zone, and feeling like just another douchebag trying to pick up a porn star.
"The Professor asked you a question..."
"Oh," I laugh. Well, at least she's engaging with me, this might be fun to banter. "Am I a pervert? I guess I am! Who isn't in their own way."
"I'm not," Jenna is straight-faced.
"Didn't she just say you were in the adult film industry?" I smile, hoping that it comes off as playful and not as mean as it might have sounded.
Jenna rolls her eyes, "That doesn't mean I'm a pervert. There is something weird about perverts - you can tell by how they look at you."
Phew, she was giving me a little conversational life-line, "Then you're in a better position to tell me if I'm a pervert or not... What do you think?"
Jenna finally smiles, "No, you're not. I wouldn't be talking to you if you were."
"Thank God!"
"Thank whoever you want, it's just talking." Now her face is definitely brightening up. I think she must have been a little bored before I came over, too.
Crystal is looking between us, "Am I missing something or are you buying us drinks?"
I laugh, relieved, "Of course. What are you having?"
Crystal, very tipsy, shouts, "Something strong! Whatever!"
Jenna smiles and shakes her head, "Nothing for me right now."
"You the sober cab tonight?"
"Not exactly. I just like to keep my head until I see where the night is going."
"Pretty good policy. When do you decide where the night is going?"
"I can usually tell pretty quickly." Jenna is smiling sort of warmly at me at this point, so I'm feeling good about myself.
"I see. Well, let me get that drink for your friend, Crystal is it?"
"Forget that. She can get her own drink."
"Fuck you, Jenna! Let the man buy me one!"