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laughing the jokes off, but as the day got later and my sugar levels dropped (it was an anal day—restricted food), my patience wore out. Right as I went to rinse my butt out with an enema for the actual sex scene, Dan called out, “Don’t worry, Johnny, her asshole isn’t gonna turn you gay, too.”
    It was a stupid joke that didn’t even make sense. But I had had enough.
    “Fuck this shit.” I kicked my porno stilettos straight into my suitcase and started to undress out of my outfit. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten dressed so fast. It was unfortunate, too—my outfit for the day was a bathrobe, which is like hitting the porno lottery. Usually we’re in elaborate lingerie or dresses—an outfit as simple or comfortable as a robe comes but a few times in a career.
    “Asa, come on, we’re all friends here. I’m just kidding.” Dan started to get nervous. I could see in his face, he was calculating how much money this shoot had already cost—if he didn’t get the sex, it would all be worth nothing.
    “I’m not starving myself all day so I can take a cock up my ass for you! You’re an idiot. You just wasted everyone’s fucking time!”
    I stormed off set. It takes a lot to get me that mad, but Dan had done it. I was tired of people trying to tell me the sexual orientation of my boyfriend. No one was going to tell me my boyfriend was gay anymore. In an industry where we were so often shunned from society because of our sexuality, you would think people would be more open-minded and understanding. It made me sick.
    So imagine my surprise when Luke signed a yearlong contract with Men.com . We had already been broken up for well over a year, and hardly ran into each other. Things had ended on a sour note, when one day he confessed to me everything he had ever told me was a lie. The reason he liked strapons in his ass was not because his stepfather had raped him. His last name was not pronounced “Brah-may,” but rather “Broom,” as in “broomstick,” just like it was spelled phonetically, “Broome.” And that time I rushed home from my webmaster’s birthday party because Luke’s mother had unexpectedly died? Not true, she was well and alive.
    I had been the last girl he dated before venturing into the other side of porn.
    The press release came out while I was on set, starring in a weeklong feature with a company that had hired Luke many, many times over the years. No one wanted to talk to me about it, let alone look me in the eye for the remainder of the shoot. It was too awkward. I immediately texted everyone I knew in the business, “Do me a favor and spare me the ‘I told you so.’”
    As Ruby and I shot take fourteen of our office dialogue, we heard banging from the other side of the wall. For a studio, the walls were fucking thin. I heard everyone chuckle. I looked up, and they nervously covered their mouths and gazed in random directions.
    Brent didn’t crack a joke. “All right, let’s do another take for sound. Rolling, and action.”

4
Nutcracker Suite
    Mistress . After almost a year of dominating men at the Nutcracker Suite, I still wasn’t able to get used to the title. Baby Sean, Ronnie the Tooth Guy, Eli the Trustfund Kid . . . They all called me that. Yet I never felt quite comfortable saying it myself.
    I was one of five dominatrices on duty at any given time. The Nutcracker Suite was one of the few reputable dungeons in the city, managed by Clint, who rode to work on a Harley. Clint didn’t look like your typical submissive dungeon manager; with his leather motorcycle jacket, long hair, missing tooth, Brillo-looking beard, and all-black-everything uniform, he looked more like an ugly member of the Hells Angels. Despite all this, Clint was into some of the most hardcore shit I’ve ever seen in my whole life. I stuck a metal rod inside his urethra and electrocuted him once. He asked me to, one night when it was slow.
    “See this dial here? To the right is stronger. Put it in