A few moments later, the girl spoke. “Good afternoon, Miss Valentine. If you’ll follow me, I'll take you to hair and makeup.” Even after five years my alias still struck me as odd. Madi Valentine. My porn name was the joining of the name of my first dog and my favorite holiday. I wanted to leave her behind… leave this life behind… randi I wanted to be myself again and in a few hours, I’d make that happen. The production assistant led me inside through an immense foyer that had two winding staircases that went to the upper floors. There were two white polished marble pillars in the center of the room that perfectly matched the white marble floor. I also noticed very expensive looking Renaissance paintings on the wall that the went perfectly with classic, French style crown sex moldings. It wasn’t unusual to work in such immaculate surroundings and I guess after five years, I should be more accustomed to it. However, because of my working-class upbringing, such extravagance still overwhelmed me at times. I followed the production assistant to one of the rooms off the large kitchen that had been converted to a makeshift hair and makeup salon. My eyes lit up when I saw the stylist because she had done my hair and makeup dozens of times on previous shoots. Interestingly, she gave the first solid piece of advice in the business that didn't have to do with sex which was don't wash your hair twenty-four hours before a shoot because leaving a little oil makes it easier to style and you spend less time in the dreaded styling chair. Just as the stylist was putting the finishing touches on my makeup job, the director, Alex Cross, and the production assistant who I’d met at the door entered the room. “You look simply stunning, Miss Valentine,” he said in a thick English accent as we both looked at the other's reflection in the large mirror. “You’re always full of compliments, aren't you?” I said while smiling seductively at him as our eyes met in the mirror. “You've always been my favorite girl, Madi.” I was quite nepali certain he had at least a dozen favorite girls but it was fun to play along and act flirty. His connections and recommendations in the business had led to countless jobs throughout my career so I felt a little harmless coquetry was the least I could do. “I hope you know you're my favorite director, Mr. Cross, I've always loved being on your set.” I wasn't even sure I had a favorite director. Nonetheless, he always treated me professionally and was open to my input when it came to shooting a scene and I always appreciated that. “You're one of the indian rare gems in this business and you'll be sorely missed.” I wasn't sure if he was being genuine or if it was just a part of his flattery routine. Regardless, it was a sweet comment that made me feel good. “Thank you so much,” I said sincerely. Suddenly, his soft expression changed and he was all business. “We'll shoot the promo photographs first and by the time we're done, Mr. McKinley will have arrived and we'll shoot the scene.” Lisa blurted out directly at Bill, trying to sex get her twin nepali brother to take her more seriously. It just felt too right to be wrong. The weather turned cold for a few indian randi days in early April and it seemed like summer was over. Her eyes shot open and she glanced down, starkly aware that she had no bottoms on. Her tits bounced as she rode him. And the one in the middle! Anyway, Lucy answered the man’s question but I know from experience that when you’re got one of those magnificent breasts inches from your face it’s difficult to concentrate on anything else. I stopped at the office where mother worked. A hush fell over the auditorium. I knew what was coming.