[M]y [F]ollow up to my adult film story and the aftermath with “Candi”

So here’s the tl;dr version.

In college I worked as a strip club bouncer, got acquainted with most of the dancers, ended up performing in an adult film due to associating with one of the girls. Here’s the rest of that story.

I drove Candi back to her hotel, this was a few weeks after my performance, she also shot that same day with another guy.

Candi was from out of town. The majority of the dancers were, they’d come for a week or so, maybe longer, but they hit the circuit and danced at a few different places. Some, like Candi, also escorted on the side. She would try to coincide her trips here to dance with her escorting, but sometimes if her regular clients paid her extra, she came just for them. Also let’s just clear this up, when I say escorting she was fucking these guys. It just sounds nicer than calling her something else. I used to drive her on some of these, so I was well aware of what was going on.

We got to her hotel, which was maybe 15 minutes away from the club. If there’s one thing I can say, she wasn’t the type to skimp when it came to comfort. She would usually stay at resort hotels or at least higher end hotels. This was a nice one that had a 4 star restaurant in it. It had a wonderful view of the whole city too. We got to the parking lot, her room was pretty close by, and she started kind of breaking down it felt like. She admitted she wasn’t sure if she liked being in the sex worker lifestyle and didn’t like it. At the same time she was also giving praise to porn and said she might give up dancing and escorting for porn since it wasn’t as stressful and she didn’t have to worry about people trying to rip her off or potentially doing something to her. We’re sitting in my car, and then she drops even more on me.

She says part of why she wants to quit all of this, porn included, is because she’s afraid she won’t be able to find a man who will look past it and she’s going to have to hide it from any guys, and what guys would want to marry somebody with her history. I can’t say I blame her for that, and she’s sitting on the front seat with her face buried in her knees crying. She wasn’t very tall, just over 5 feet. I’m pretty stunned by this because all I knew of her was her business oriented mind and that she had always thought of this lifestyle as a means to an end for her. I think she felt like she couldn’t escape it.

Just then her phone rings and she flipped it open, yes that’s how long ago this was, to answer it. I couldn’t hear but it sounded like one of her escorting clients wanted to see her tonight/this morning. Whatever he was saying must have pissed her off because she started yelling at whoever it was and telling them to lose her number and never call again before she slammed her phone shut. As if to reiterate her point, she says, “See? These guys don’t give a shit about you. You’re nothing to them, just a piece of ass.” She explained that was one of her regulars who had just flown in and was offering her triple the normal rate to be with him in an hour. Triple her normal rate was close to 5 figures, not an amount to sneeze at. Especially for just a few hours of “work”.

She leaned over and put her head on my shoulder, and closed her eyes and said that she was glad she had me in her life to talk to. Her phone rang again and she looked at it and ignored it, and then after it rang twice more she just turned it off. She said she liked hanging out with me because I was one of the few guys who didn’t try to sleep with her, manipulate her or had some other agenda. Which was true, I thought she was nice, maybe a little lost or misguided, but she was a good person overall. She asked me why I was single and I explained I just hadn’t met the right person yet, which would happen a few years later. Then she teased me about being in the adult film with her, and jokingly said that if I could perform like that, I shouldn’t have any problem finding a woman. I told her how hard it had been to hold it each time they had to move and reset, and she said that the guy she worked with, “Mike”, was not very pleasurable. I think at this point she was trying to see how far she could go with subtly flirting and not cross the line. But she finally did and asked me how I would have felt if I had to work with her on the set instead of the two other girls.

I told her I hadn’t thought of that, which was a total lie, I actually would have preferred her since I know her. But I stuck to that and said that I would have been ok with that as long as it didn’t cause a problem for either of us, trying to sound as diplomatic as possible. I don’t think she expected that answer and said that it was getting late and asked if I could help her carry her luggage to her room. I’d done it a dozen or more times before so what’s one more time? The wheels in my head weren’t fully turning.

We get to her room and it’s a nice suite. It has a separate bedroom and living room and I set her suitcase down on the couch and she made a beeline for the bathroom. I was trying to leave but she said she wanted to say goodbye and to wait a minute. So I did and sat down on the couch, why be rude?

She comes out of the bathroom almost exactly a minute later and I look up and see her. But she looks different. I’d seen her naked at the club, I saw her naked on the set, I’d even seen her naked on a few escorting jobs. But she looked different, almost glowing. She was completely naked except for her heels, which probably gave her another 3 inches of height, still about a foot shorter than me. She looked positively happy, like all of her stress, anxiety and worries were gone. She walks over to me and straddling me leans over and whispers into my ear, “I wish I had you on set instead of that other guy.” This was just instant erection for me. And honestly this was the first time I saw Candi as somebody it was acceptable to sleep with, instead of just as a friend. Like the switch in my brain got flipped.

I stood up with her clinging to me, her legs wrapped around me and we just lost each other in ourselves. It felt like we melted together and everything was in a sort of harmonic balance. I was holding her up with one arm, using my other to undo my pants and step out of them without tripping and launching her into a wall or a piece of furniture. She didn’t need any prompting and she reached down to grab my dick and eased her pussy onto it. It felt incredible. For as much mileage as she put on it, she felt incredible. With her arms wrapped around my neck, I grabbed her ass and was fucking her in a standing position like my life depended on making her scream. I must have been hitting it correctly at that angle because she soon got so wet it was dripping on the floor, I could feel the small puddle accumulating at my feet.

We moved to her bedroom and I looked down at her petite body and saw her happiness and pleasure as I fucked her slowly, our eyes never breaking contact, and feeling how incredible she felt, how she expertly squeezed my dick, bucked her hips, and unlike most girls, didn’t say anything dirty. She just told me how amazing it was and how she had wanted me, but the way she said it even though we’re mid intercourse, made it sound like so much more than just sex.

I lost myself in the passion, and this wasn’t just sex, this was an experience, almost otherworldly, I felt like I wasn’t on this planet, like I was on some cloud or somewhere else where time stood still. Nothing else mattered, just this incredible thing I was a part of. We switched positions so many times I lost count. She lost count of her orgasms and I came inside her several times, but instead of stopping, I would just keep going, getting hard again and fucking her until I came again and again.

I don’t remember falling asleep, I remember waking up, and I was sure this had been a dream. But the proof was next to me. A 5 foot tall dynamo with shoulder length blonde hair, an amazingly fit and toned body who I felt like was a complete human being, not just one who hid their flaws.

She woke up and through half closed eyes said that she felt so good and hadn’t expected that from me. I think we both changed each other’s perceptions about the opposite sex. The sun was streaming in through the window and I could see the little garden outside, it all seemed perfect. Candi got up to use the bathroom and came back and asked what I was doing the rest of the day. I told her I didn’t know yet, kind of hoping she’d figure that out for me. She said that she had to fly home in a few hours and asked if I could drive her to the airport. Not what I expected.

The rest of that morning it was as if the night before hadn’t happened. She was on the phone with her clients, setting an appointment for something back in her hometown, taking a call from a porn producer in Miami who wanted her to shoot in a week. She showered, got dressed and looked immaculate.

So we drive to the airport and I think she could tell I wasn’t in a good mood, and she finally lays it on me. She says that she felt like if she was going to quit everything, porn, dancing, etc. it would have to be for somebody very special. She didn’t know if that was me or not, but she felt like if she kept it up with me like that, we would catch real feelings and she didn’t want either of us to have real heartbreak. She said that last night was her best sexual experience she ever had and if we could relive that night and never anything else, she would do it in a second. She kissed me goodbye at the passenger drop off and said she would be back in a few weeks.

After that I never saw her again. I looked her up about 4-5 years later, she still looked stunning, and she had become a legitimate physical therapist. She looked happy in the pictures I saw on the website for the clinic, but she looked a lot different from the dancer/escort I had known. But the smile was there and it made me happy to see, even if it did make me wonder “What if…”.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rcenk1/my_follow_up_to_my_adult_film_story_and_the