My past just bit me in the ass!!!

My wife received a call today from one of her girlfriends. It was not good news, and had something to do with me.

About fifteen years ago while going to college, I use to work weekends at my fathers deli in NYC. Two doors down was a XXX dvd store. The two guys that owned it ate in our deli a couple of times a day. Over the years we became friends. One day in the early summer partner one stopped in for a coffee, and asked me to stop in around two, because they were having some big porn star do an autograph session.

Two o’clock came and went. I had forgotten about the greet and meet that they were having, as I was leaving the store partner number two grabbed me, and dragged me in to meet this porn star. It turns out the greet and meet had come to an end, and we all decided to go for a drink. Needless to say, I wound up back at my apartment with this “actress”. We fucked, and to be honest I expected more from a professional. Perhaps it was that I knew that she was a pro, or maybe it was that she was not making any money.

In the morning we spoke over a cup of coffee. It turn out she was in the city making her next film. She asked if I would consider being on film with her. I was young, and dumb at the time, soI said yes. Here was the only problem. She was only filming for two more days, and by law we needed to have an the results of my aids test. Two days was not enough time for all that bull shit. She came up with a game plan that worked out for me. She would only give me head. Awesome, no aids test needed.

Her creativity kicked in, and she convinced me to open my fathers deli at four in the morning, and film there. The young idiot in me agreed. We stayed up all night partying, and at four we went to the deli and shot our scene. It was horrible. I couldn’t keep my dick up, and the friend she brought along to do the fluffing was not that attractive. Finally the five minutes that we needed for our scene was completed.

Here is the part that I don’t get. The film never amounted to anything, and the $100 I got came and went. How in the hell did my wifes friend find this piece of history. I am willing to bet that most of you could not find it on-line today, even if I gave you her name. I am lost. I denied everything to my wife. How do I get myself out of this one?

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