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Third Person

Just for the record, porn star does not equal prostitute.

Ino can’t even begin to remember the number of men (usually pimply, beer bellied, and looking like they wouldn’t be out of place on a sex offenders website), who have approached her, a leer in their eye and drool practically dribbling down their chin while they asked, hurr hurr, how much it would cost for some of her ‘company’. Oh hell no. Ino knows her job isn’t really acting (even if that’s what she tells her parents), isn’t really public service (though it does keep the rate of STDs and pregnancies down), and definitely is not ‘morally acceptable’ by most standards, but she’d be damned if she was called a prostitute. She had hours just like anyone else, had a boss not a pimp, and contrary to the myths that seemed to surround the industry, porn stars could have standards too.

And oh, what standards Ino had. First off, she expected a nice, ‘hello, how are you, my name is such and such’ and not a grope to her ass. She knew it was toned and appealing. Hell, if she was a lecherous old man she could have died happy taking a squeeze at it too, but there was a thing called personal space. And manners. Manners would never go out of fashion in her book. And if no manners could be found, well, they better damn well look like Brad Pitt or not look so surprised when she smiled back charmingly at them before gripping their hand hard enough to break it and remove it from her invitation-only rear. Pretty delicate blonde? For Mr. Charming or Mr. Knight in a Shining Limo she’d be anything you needed, but for cheap suit and bad cologne creeper? They should be grateful she didn’t punch them in the face. A girl has to be tough when she look like an angel. Or regularly got taped having sex.

“Excuse me,” she likes to say in a perfectly frosty voice, “do we even know each other?” Most guys really can’t take a hint, and some of them even have the audacity to slip their arms right back around her waist. But then again, if she had to resort to porn to get a little something something, she might be a little defunct in the head too. It’s always the, ‘oh you don’t know me but I know you real well’ kind of deal, and sometimes Ino wishes that she would have just become a psychiatrist like her dad wanted. If only their wardrobes weren’t so boring…

It depends on her mood, the fate of these men. Sometimes she just laughs off their advances if the day had been good and she can find flattery in their disgusting mannerisms. Sometimes she stomps her stiletto heel right where it hurts and stalks off in a huff when their come ons have ceased to be entertaining. And when she’s had a really bad day? Just hope you for your sake you never, ever have to find out.