June 18, 2012 05:52pm
Starstruck with Tara Star
Source: Adult Industry News
by: Company Press Release
Introducing Tara Star, the newest columnist on Adult Industry News! Tara comes to us from the Atlantic coast, and can be booked through Foxxx Modeling. If you are lucky enough to meet her in person you will be Starstruck!
Starstruck with Tara Star
So what does a wide eyed girl from a small southern town do when she hits the bright, shining lights of LA? Well, I couldn't tell you, I'm from D.C, but what I can tell you is what a big city girl with dreams of porn stardom does! And I promise you, it's a lot more entertaining.
I didn't blow into town on hopes and dreams, I actually had some scenes to film. So, once I'd finished up with my "girl-on-girl action," and my 3 hrs of hot, sexy web shows, it was time to really get down to business. I didn't have much free time, I'd be on my knees for a shoot by the end of the week, so taking in all the sights had to happen in one afternoon. And, let me tell ya, I certainly made the best of it, as only an aspiring porn star could do.
I put on my white, skimpy tank top, with no bra of course, and the shortest pair of shorts I had with me. Put my hair up, grabbed my cellphone, and off I went!
I won't bore you with the details, tales of taking the sights on Pacific coast highway, or noteworthy places on Sunset Blvd, or even the excitement of the Hollywood sign. What I will tell you is, when little Dorothy met the wizard, instead of being charming and witty, she choked, and not good ol' pornstar choking, either.
The highlight of our tale begins and ends with an impromptu stop at the Hustler store on Sunset. I was there because I wanted to snap a few pics of the "Whiskey a Go-Go" across the street. Once that had been accomplished, my tour guide suggested we return to the car by way of passing thru the famous Hustler store. So, figuring "what the hell," we did. And that my friends, is where I discovered that I am a moron.
Once inside, I didn't really stop to examine much of the inventory, feeling fairly confident that the last thing I needed was more "stuff" to cram into my suitcase. So, practically "blowing" through the store, I was stopped dead in my tracks by someone I never expected to see. Not in this lifetime, anyway.
As I turned my head to my right, mid-stride, who is sitting casually in his chair, checking out my rack? Why, the wizard himself! None other than Larry f-ing Flynt!
Now, a normal girl, who's dreamed of being in Hustler — either the movies or the magazine — would surely have seized that golden opportunity to tell Mr. Flynt that very thing. She would have at least said something, offered a tit shot, anything. I mean it's not everyday that one is offered a golden ticket such as that now is it? But sadly, all that I could manage was my mouth falling open, my eyes the size of saucers, and then a dumb smile as I hurriedly scurried away. Only to stop outside for 10 minutes repeating "That was Larry Flynt!" like an idiot. To say that I was completely starstruck is a gross understatement!
The texting to my girlfriends which immediately followed, only served to reinforce my belief that I am the worlds biggest jackass. As one lovely friend put it "Your big chance at stardom just wheeled itself away! Go catch him!" But sadly, my moment had passed.
The moral of this story, boys and girls, is very simply this. If you should ever happen upon the Land of Oz, and find yourself face to face with the Wizard, don't be an idiot. Smile, say something sexy, and if you're feeling inspired, flash a little tit. That never hurt anything either.