Here's an excerpt from the beginning of the story, when our protagonist first meets Trisha:
Of course, I’d always known Trisha was a real person. In my mind, though, she’d always
lived halfway between sunny California and my hard drive. I’d seen her flesh a thousand
times, but seeing her in the flesh was more exhilarating than I could have imagined.
The line moved quickly. Most of the guys didn’t have much to say, staring slack jawed
the yawning chasm that was her cleavage and then shuffling away. A few of them tried to
offer up cheesy on liners – obscene boasts about how big their dick was, or how they’d be
the one to turn her straight – but Trisha didn’t respond. There were a handful of women
in line, and they seemed to be a lot bolder than the guys. When their turn came up, many
brazenly asked for a hug. Trisha complied with every such request, and it was heaven
seeing them get squeezed by Trisha’s massive rack.
Were some people here just because they liked Trisha’s big tits? Undoubtedly. Not me,
though – Trisha really was a perfect woman in my eyes. As I got closer in line, I could
see she was even more beautiful in person than she was on camera. Part of me thought
that all those camera crews and computer whizzes might be prettying her up for her
videos – that she might look old or that her boobs might not be quite as big in real life.
Instead, I saw a vision of beauty. Her golden, curly tresses gorgeously framed her
heart shaped face. Her blue eyes sparkled, her smile shown, and her glam makeup was
stunning.
I wanted to think of something to say to Trisha, though I felt a lump in my throat as I
approached. When it was my turn, I blurted out “Do you like your work?”
“Hmm...” she said, and I couldn’t help but notice the similarity of that noise to one of her
famous groans of pleasure. “It has its moments."