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When I was about 20, my best friend in Uni was killed and I had an epiphany that rather than spend any more time in dull computer science lectures, I'd go and do something more 'valuable' with my life. So, I decided to move to Las Vegas, as you do.

Without even a place to live, I packed my suitcase and booked a flight and managed to make some amazing friends and 'get by' in Vegas for over 3 years.

During this time, one of my aforementioned friends was a Limo driver, and one night some of his clients had mentioned they were looking to do a website, so he kindly recommended my fledgling skills. They were having a party and I was welcome to attend the following day.

Still a bit shy of a house-party with strange septics, I roped in another friend, Aaron, and off we went to a party held simply by hosts that wanted a website. PORN STAR HOSTS.

We walked into a wet dream within a flash mansion in the LV suburbs, teeming full of silicon enhanced bodies, bulging biceps, and straining speedos.

Feeling instantly inadequate as I watched them parade in and out of the house to the jacuzzi, while quaffing champagne and snorting various massive drugs.

The hosts were very friendly and we began discussing what they wanted from their website, while Aaron wandered off like a kid in a candy store. I could scarcely believe what was happening (almost even less than you believe this story), but there I was stood in the middle of their lounge being shown a video of their latest film that they wanted to stream online - back then it was pretty 'new' to do such things.

Anyway, fast forward a couple hours and we'd agreed a fee and I was sat on the sofa with the female star, as in Brittney, puffing on a hookah while she talked to me about her various mini-dogs that were running about all over me. She seemed impressed that they 'liked me' as they 'don't like anyone usually'. We talked on a while longer and her husband disappeared off with his 'girlfriend' (I guess he had to have his perks since she spent all day getting fucked by other men).

When we were alone she asked me what I thought of her film, I said it was 'errr, good, yeah' and she joked about me being in one in future. I laughed again. Oh, she wasn't joking...

She said we could even have a 'practice run' and moved in close and gave me the fuck me eyes. A porn starlet giving me the come (or rather cum) on.

I wish I'd have gone for it, I really do, as I can't see that opportunity happening again, but thinking of the mammoth cocks she must have had in her time, and not having a plank of wood to tie to my arse with me, I think I veritably ran from the house.

I regret that.
(Galahad is out of his gourd on yellow bentines, Sat 10 Dec 2011, 16:34, 2 replies)

Spent 5 mins
trying to figure out if you're a mate of mine, but you don't seem to be.
Mate has/had a VERY similar career path in LA with the dirty web sites and such.
Ever meet Ron Jeremy?
(maceie, Sat 10 Dec 2011, 21:59, closed)

Wow
I didn't think you'd go for that one....there's AT LEAST two more....
(Nanny Pat vote for me, Mon 12 Dec 2011, 11:56, closed)