Four years ago, when becoming an escort was barely a naughty thought in my mind, I met Ron Jeremy one busy Saturday night at the local swing club.We sat side-by-side for two hours in the back room, chatting about all kinds of things... I purposely didn't ask him about his film career, figuring that he gets those "fan" questions all the time.
Even though our conversation was interrupted by a steady stream of swingers seeking autographs, which he graciously signed, he always re-focused immediately on our intimate chat.
Eventually, it was hard not to notice the effect my bare breasts were having on the porn king. And so I was inspired to check out his legendary equipment with my mouth. (and yes, it's quite a mouthful!)
Afterwards, the happy actor asked me if I'd ever considered getting into the adult industry.
"Here's my personal email address," he offered, scribbling it on the back of a business card. "If you're interested in doing something, I can definitely introduce you to the right people."
Soon it was time to go, and we said affectionate goodbyes and I hugged his furry chest.
"Seriously, I want you to get in touch with me after I get back to LA. I think you're a natural," he insisted.
Well, as you all know, I didn't go into movies, preferring the more discreet and personal avenue of being an escort.
But the accomplished and charming Ron did give me a nudge in the Tabu direction... and that was one of the best bits of career advice I've ever received.
So if you're the pleased recipient of a bit of oral inspiration from yours truly, you can give the king a nod of acknowledgement.
I know I do.
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