My Debut

I literally can't stop shaking. I can't believe I just watched myself in a porn video. And like, on a legit website. Even though I just shut my laptop closed, I'm finding it so hard to not open back up. Do I regret it? LIke not at all. I had the best fucking time shooting that thing. I keep playing it over and over again in my head. Even four months later. Whatever happened to that guy anyway? I should really reach out and see if the producers can give me his number, I didn't have a chance to get it. Anyway, what you see on screen doesn't always capture everything that's going on in front of the camera.

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If you saw me out and about in Los Angeles, the first thing that would probably notice is my ass. I'm not really trying to brag or be a bitch. I just know it's really big, and plump, and something a lot of my male partners over the years have gone above and beyond to address, worship, and obsess over. It's just like, how they're programmed. You know? I like to think I've become someone they'd lust over. I don't really struggle on the dating apps. It's more stressful keeping them away than to bring them in. I'm just starting my prime at 23, and these guys all want a piece.

Even though I'm trans, I'm still just the average height of a woman at 5'5". I've got beautifully tanned white skin that I can keep at that perfect level thanks to the warm Los Angeles sun and the small balcony on my apartment I sunbathe on. I've got that modern curvy figure, rocking the tightest waistline I can, which accentuates my plump butt even further. I'm what you'd describe as slim thicc. I've got long dark brown hair that goes down to my shoulder blades. You'd think it's black it's so dark. I keep my skin perfectly smooth and soft. I'm religious with how often I get manicures and pedicures done. I literally never miss my monthly appointments. Ever. My style is pretty laid back. I go with a lot of athleisure or just pretty light coverage with my clothes. Lots of crop tops, short shorts, mini skirts, sandals. I like to show myself off. I'm proud of my body and how hard I've worked for it. And how far I've come in my journey.

I've lived here for like three years now. In LA that is. Before that, I was living in my crappy little Kansas hometown. Trust me, not the place to come out to your parents as trans. Or to have any hint of identity and independence. So, after working the register at a crappy fast food place off the interstate for long enough, I bought the crappiest car I could find online and booked a one way ticket to Los Angeles. Well, it broke down in San Bernardino and I had to take buses to get to my friend's place. I crashed on a couch and found a job at a makeup store. Which is where I am now.

I'm loving my life. I go on dates, go out with my girlfriends. I've got the cuuuutest little yorkie. She's my princess. Everythings great here in LA, but I sometimes feel like I'm not really taking advantage of where I'm at. Like, this is the movie star capital of the world. Why am I not trying to become one too? I feel like I've got everything it takes. I'm cute. I'm funny. And I know guys want to watch me. And they definitely want to see me naked. So why not give adult modeling a shot? It's not gonna ruin my thriving career at the makeup store register.

My best friend Lexi pointed out that there was an advert online for girls to submit applications for a production company, which ran a lot of sites, including HotPeopleFuck. I hadn't really seen any of their stuff, it was all pretty cis-centric and just didn't feel geared towards me. I'd told Lexi I was interested in trying to break into the industry, and she insisted that they were looking to introduce new trans performers into the mix. So, I filled it out!

It asked for a bunch of normal stuff, like my age and a basic physical description. Along with that, they asked for my social media tags so they could get a better look. Luckily I had an army of skilled photographers as girlfriends, so my shots all looked snatched. I also had to submit a short video of myself and why I wanted a chance to perform.

"Well, like..... Why not?" I said, shrugging and laughing as I looked into the camera perched on my bedroom dresser. "I wanna be a star, you guys are the ones who make it happen."

A couple weeks later, they reached back out to me and said I was going to move on to the in-person interview and then potentially film a session! I couldn't believe it! They told me to come as I usually dress, and that everything and all the details will get worked out there.

I take the directions to the address laid out in the confirmation email. The app leads me to the outskirts of the city. I park my beat up hatchback in front of what looked like an old office suite building, and walk up to the front door and hit the buzzer. I'm wearing my white sleeveless crop top, a pair of denim booty shorts, and tan sandals. In preparation for the interview, I got both my toenails and fingernails painted a soft pink.

I hear the door unlock and watch as it gets slowly pushed open. A large bald man pokes his head outside. "Can I help you?" He asks.

"Hi, I'm Aly.... I was told I have an interview here..." I say, a bit shy.

"Ohhhh, yeah yeah that's right, sorry we've got a lot of things going on here. Come in." He says, holding the door open as he leads me to the front desk.

A different man approaches around the corner. "Hey, she's with me." He says. He's more wiry, with curly black hair and a mustache. Almost as if he was frozen on this very set in the 1970s and then brought back just now. "This way..." He says, turning around and heading down a long hallway, leading to a small office at the end.

"Alright... take a seat..." He says, rustling through papers as he looks up at me. "I'm Dave by the way. Dave Powers."

I take my seat in a plastic blue chair, looking over at him. "So.... what do I do?" I ask, confusion openly spreading across my face.

"Well, we've just gotta work out some paperwork, and I need to talk you through what's gonna happen so you're not confused." He says, sliding a piece of paper across the desk with a pen. "This is a contract. It's for a single shoot. If it's good, we'll bring you back in and talk extensions, et cetera et cetera."

Without looking down at the piece of paper, I take the pen and sign away my body for the afternoon. I was here to shoot a video. Who cared about the specific details. When I'm a star I'll get an agent to do all of this anyway.

"Perfect... Okay, so how familiar are you with our format?" He asks me.

"Not very... honestly I don't really watch your stuff. Since you don't have any trans girls in your videos."

"Well, that's gonna change today sweetheart. We're trying to bring in the next crop of girls through our studio. But that's alright, I'll tell you real quick. It's just like the fucking name says. We get hot people, and they fuck. It's all anonymous, you won't meet the guy until you're on camera. We'll ask you both some questions, you get to know each other a bit, flirt and get all horny, and then you fuck. Pretty simple." He says as he tucks the contract away.

"Do I have a changing room?" I ask as he starts to stand up.

"No, you're shooting as is sweetheart." He says.

"Like... right now?" I ask, turning in the chair as he stands in the doorway. "Is the guy here?"

"Yeah, and he's waiting for you. Come on" he says to me, gesturing to get up.

I stand up, my heart racing as I rush to follow him. I hadn't quite expected to shoot today, and I was only made up in the way that I am whenever I go out and run errands. He leads me down a long hallway, dimly lit that leads to a double black door. He bushes it open and holds it for me.

Inside is a massive white walled room. Sitting alone in the middle of the vast expanse is a single black couch. Arrayed in front of it is a large collection of bright lights, shining on the couch. A fancy camera has been set up on its tripod facing the couch.

"This is... where the magic happens!" He says, matter of factly gesturing towards the couch. "Go ahead and take a seat, you can leave your bag here." he says, taking my purse and setting it on a random table off to the side.

I slowly walk over to the couch. It's upholstered with a nice looking black leather. I sit down, adjusting myself in my seat as the director steps over behind the camera. "Alright honey... I'm just gonna ask you a few questions, and then we'll bring in your co-star and we'll get going." He says, clapping his hands together before hitting *RECORD* on the camera. "And we are rolling.... Now, who is this pretty little thing I have here in front of me today?" He asks.

I smile up at him, and he gestures with his finger to look into the camera. I adjust my vision, looking down the lens as I begin to answer. "Hi! I'm Aly!" I say, waving at the camera lens.

"And tell our lucky viewers at home a little about yourself Aly!" He says, sticking his thumb up.

"Ooooh, well... let's see... I'm 23 years old... I'm a trans girl...I'm originally from the middle of literally NOWHERE! But I've been living here in LA for a few years now!" I say, laughing and trying to show how much I'm enjoying myself.

"Oh we love girls from the middle of nowhere...." He says from behind the camera. "You know, we find those are our best performers!"

"Oh really? Hopefully I'm your best one yet!" I say with a giggle, shrugging one shoulder up. "And better than these big city bitches too!" I say with another laugh.

He laughs as he continues. "How have things been here for you in LA? Been dating a lot of guys lately?" He asks.

"Oh yeah, I honestly have had a PRETTY good time dating around here in LA" I say, nodding my head enthusiastically.

"Do you have like, boyfriends? Or just guys you fuck?" He asks.

"Oh, a little bit of both. Single right now" I say, raising my hand to show a ringless finger.

"And what kinds of guys do you usually date or go for?" He asks.

"Guys who look like they have a trust fund" I say with a laugh. "OMG, I know that like, sounds so bad! But like... I wanna go to the country club and sip champagne with the other housewives!" I say with a laugh, shrugging my shoulders yet again.

"Absolutely nothing wrong with that lifestyle Aly! But hopefully we can make you enough of a star you can get that membership yourself!" he says with a chuckle.

"Absolutely, and then find my trust fund boy toy" I say with another giggle.

"Do you like, always bottom with the guys you're with?" He asks me.

I nod along, "yeah.... Almost always. I've always been a bottom. I've definitely topped, you've gotta try everything at least once, you know? But my heart's in bottoming" I say with another giggle, brushing my hair to the side.

"What do guys do that you like? What are you like, into Aly?"

"I love guys that are like, dominant, assertive, mayyyyybe even a bit aggressive." I say with a giggle.

"So you like it rough?"

"Absolutely"

"Okay perfect... So, Aly... I mentioned earlier your co-star is already here..." he says, his voice trailing off.

"Yeah! Did you find me a guy with a trust fund?" I say with a laugh.

"No.. not exactly..." He says with a laugh. "Hey Jean-Luc, why don't you come out here?"

The doors kick back open, and into the room walks a tall and imposing man. He must be 6 feet and 5 inches tall, but his black leather boots may be adding to his height a little. Starting from his large boots and looking up, you'd see tightly fitting black denim jeans that cling to his thick legs, showing off a bulging calf and broad thighs. Wrapped around his waist is a thick black belt, with a bronze skull buckle. He slowly strides into the room, and the lighting shows off a black leather jacket draped around a pair of broad shoulders. Underneath is a skin tight black t-shirt that wraps snugly around a toned and trim stomach. Rising up to his face, you see a clean shaven guy with a buzz cut, with black bushy eyebrows. His face has the number *1978* tattooed across his left cheek in a small font. His eyebrows are both pierced, with golden studs sticking out of each side. He has his lip pierced beneath his lower lip on the left side of his face, and a nose ring on his right side. As he steps closer, he nods and takes off his black jacket, revealing a fully black tattooed left arm, and a right arm with a sleeve covering his entire forearm with traditional style tattoos. His black hair is long, kept up in a bun behind his head.

"Jean-Luc, please, join us!" The director says, waving the large man onto the set.

He sits down next to me, and nods briefly in my direction. "Bonjour." He says.

"Jean-Luc here is a male talent of ours from France! He's been in a lot of our videos over the years." The director chimes in.

"Hi...." I say, nervously looking up and down the large imposing man, the cushions beneath me rippling and lifting me up slightly as his large frame takes a seat on the couch.

"Jean.... We call him Jonny here because that French shit gets tiring to say" the director says with a laugh. "Jonny, how was your trip? Happy to be back in the greatest country on Earth?"

"Eh.... is okay, yeah?" He says with a slight grin, shrugging his shoulders.

"Ahhhh you love it here, don't fuckin lie" The director joked. "We've been flying you out here for ten fucking years to fuck our women. You love it dude"

"Hah, yeah, I love work. But the place... not so much" He said, his voice a very low and deep tone, gravely and course.

"What shoot is this for you on this trip? Like what, 5 or 6?"

"Ehhh... yeah 6 I think. Hard to count sometimes." Jean-Luc shrugged his shoulders again, flippantly taking the questions. He rarely betrayed much emotion.

"You're such a lucky fucking bastard." The director laughs. "Speaking of which, what do you think of my friend Aly here?"

I could feel him continually glancing over and looking at him, feeling his eyes move up and down my body. He shortly moved his arm back and across the backrest of the couch, further dwarfing me in comparison next to him as he spread his legs wide apart on the couch. I curled my legs up underneath me as he consumed more space, pointing my knees in his direction and slightly turning my body to face him.

He wore a subtle cologne, and hints of wood and smoke emanated from his body. I was catching myself constantly staring and glancing over at him. He was incredibly unique to look at. Almost perplexing, the concept of making so many modifications to your body. I mean I had my ears pierced, obviously. And I'd CONSIDERED getting a tattoo so many times. I was just so indecisive! But this... was on some other level. But his alterations almost... added to the allure. Like it almost made you look at him longer. And the longer I looked at him... the more I was interested in what I was seeing. His best nearly burst out of his tight fitting tank top, and his blackened arm forced you to observe just how thick and defined his forearms were.

"Very cute..." He says, looking up and down, his face remaining expressionless as he looks me up and down. I can hear a long exhale come from his nose as I leans in slightly closer.

"Aly here was just describing her type. She likes rich guys with trust funds. You got a trust fun buddy?" The director chimes in.

"Uhhh.... No, what is that?" He says, shaking his head and looking down at me.

"It's rich people shit." the director chimes in. I look up at Jean-Luc with a bit of a bashful smile. "You're not rich, are you? With rich parents?"

"Hah, no...." He says with a smile as he looks down at me. I feel his gaze piercing through my body, almost as if he's seeing through me.

"Before he was shooting porn with us, Jean-Luc was doing all sorts of shit. You like champagne, right honey? Well, he used to pick grapes and other shit for farms. Isn't that right?"

"Yes... lots of picking" he says as his gaze doesn't leave my body.

"Yeah this is a guy that works with his hands honey, and not on a keyboard. He was also in the French army too. He's killed guys and shit! Fucking banging for pay then, and banging for pay now" The director says with a smile.

"Really?" I turn, asking Jean-Luc.

He nods quietly, indicating a slashing motion across his neck with his thumb.

Who have I just been paired with?

"What do you do?" Jean-Luc asks me.

"I... I.... I sell makeup..." I say, almost feeling a bit foolish and silly.

"Nice and soft then......" He growls just above a whisper. He reaches out and puts his rough, coarse hand on my exposed thigh.

"Is that what you like?" I ask, looking up at him as I hear him exhale loudly again, his eyes lingering on my exposed thigh where his hand is placed.

"Oh yeah he really likes you." The director chimes in. "What do you think of my friend Aly?"

I look up at him, my eyes drawn to the tattoo on his face. I reach up and softly touch it with my finger. "He's so interesting.... What does this mean?"

"When I born." He says, softly taking my hand and placing it on his pec closer to me. I softly caress his pec, feeling a firm, stiff muscle just underneath the tight fitting shirt.

"You're...... 46?" I say, raising my eyebrows in surprise. I can feel my heart racing even faster, the thought of a much older man. He's twice my age!

"Yes.. and you?" He says, his fingers slowly tracing up my thighs, pushing his fingertips slightly under the fabric of my shorts, pushing them further up my legs.

"I'm.... 23...." I say, brushing my hair out of my face.

"Mmmmm....." he growls, sitting further up to look over at me as he reaches up and feels my stomach. I move my hand down to his thigh, slowly inching it further up his leg.

"Goddamn he's really into you. Look at his fucking pants Aly!" The director chimes in.

I peer down at Jean-Luc's crotch and audibly gasp. "OH!" I say, shocked at the size of the bulge forming in his pants, beginning at the base of his zipper and creeping up to the right, only visible no longer because of his belt. The bulge was... wide. Like super wide. And from what I could tell he was AT LEAST like... 8 inches? I held my hand over my mouth, trying to suppress the gasp.

"Welcome to porn honey" The director says. "I'm just gonna let you two get better acquainted. Oh, and a warning. He he may talk in French once things get going."

I look back up at Jean-Luc, and as I catch his gaze he extends his hand out and pulls me towards him by my chin. Our lips meet, softly at first. I'm a bit taken aback by how gentle his grip feels in this moment, how soft his lips are. It crazily contrasts his rough exterior everywhere else. Our lips move together slowly, loudly smacking together. I absentmindedly trace my hand up his thigh, and brush my fingertips across the bulge forming in his pants.

I shudder at the first feeling of his size in my hands. My small hands already struggle to wrap around the bulge as it pushes up against the denim fabric. I feel him drive his tongue into my mouth, swirling it around mine as he introduces another piercing. The sensation of the metal contrasted with his warm tongue sends another shiver down my body, and I begin to feel myself start to harden as he wraps his hand around my waist.

"J'ai besoin de ta bouche" He grunts, standing up and moving his hands to guide me down onto my knees in front of him.

I look up at him, looking confused.

"Your mouth" He says assertively.

"What do you think Aly? I know he's not your type, but do you still want to fuck him?" The director asks.

I turn to the camera and smile. "I do want to fuck him." I say, grinning as I softly pat my hand along his bulge.

"How bad?"

I smile. "Really bad"

"Good, I don't think you're going back to those rich boys when he's done with you."