Vixen was the final scene in a day where I performed five times. No, that’s not a typo. Chico Wang got it in his crazy mind to book five scenes for me on a hot summer day. Oh, and did I fail to mention I was sick and on antibiotics? I remember telling Chico,” Dude, I won’t be able to perform. I’m fighting a fever and feel like shit.” He didn’t seem to care since he knew he’d end up selling subpar content to the former owner of Dogfart. He wanted to pump out as many Minion scenes as possible while lining his pockets. Anyways, I was able to muster enough strength to end the day with a performer named Vixen. I barely got wood and, through the grace of G-d (I’m going to hell for that), I was able to ooze a tiny popshot. Oh, did I fail to mention I spent about 20 minutes bringing myself to climax? It feels as if I’m “forgetting” to mention many things. Don’t blame me, I just had a ton of rice and beans–an enemy for diabetes and brain fog.
Anyways, I later heard from another porn starlet that Vixen–her alleged roommate–came to their place, packed her things, and immediately left the San Fernando Valley. Could this be true? Was the site of watching my Adonis-like body masturbating a bit too much? Did she have a major epiphany while I was trying my best to finish my day of hell? Did she contemplate going back to school while my testicles barely erupted? Who knows for sure? I heard horror stories of female talent leaving the business after doing rough scenes, but my scenes never swam those waters. My content was goofy and aimed at your local frat house or funny farm–either works. Did Vixen Vogel really leave because of me? Vixen, if you’re out there, please let me know.
Ignore if you’re knocked up and living in a double-wide trailer.
