I nodded at her, taking a step forward to walk around the line, but I stopped and turned back around. The big green orbs were burning a hole into me, but his face was so calm it seemed like an oxymoron, so I didn't know what to think. I settled for just giving him a little wave. He gave me a crooked, soft grin and waved at me too before I filed out behind Nikki.

"Who was that?" she asked me when we were a couple of booths down.

"Some guy who caught me pulling my underwear out of my crack."

She made a little humming noise in her throat like she was thinking, completely disregarding my wedgie pulling. "He looked familiar..."

Nikki was an attorney who practiced family law. She had the memory of an elephant, and could remember each and every one of her clients' names along with their faces, and could recite the most obscure things from memory. For example, when we went to Washington D.C. a few years back, she randomly began reciting the Gettysburg Address in its entirety. I wouldn't be surprised if he did look familiar to her. She remembered absolutely everything.

"He was pretty cute," she offered, elbowing me in the rib.

I snickered, elbowing her back. "Cuter than—"

"Are you blind? Hell no! That guy isn't my type, you know what kind of men I like."

"Men with dicks, I know!" I snorted, and she laughed in response.

"You're such a bitch, Kat," she said between laughs. We both knew she tended to like the huge muscular-type build. Frankly, I'd be afraid to get squished by the weight, but she was pretty much a giant of a woman and lean, like an Amazon, so I guessed her body build could handle that much man.

Our conversation was forgotten when she spotted the booth that Zoey was at a few feet away, down our row. There were so many people crowded around the corner where the tables were stationed, that a tiny feeling of claustrophobia filled my senses for a second before Nikki pulled on my arm and dragged me around the mass of people.

There was a girl with long, black hair standing around a pole wearing what looked like clear platform shoes on steroids, tossing her hair one way and shaking her ass the other way. I wanted to ask her if she stole her skirt from her six-year-old niece, because it wasn't covering up anything. The hot pink scrap of nylon called a shirt had less fabric than my bathing suit tops.

I guessed I could safely assume that this was another porn star.

"That's Dakota Amber," Nicole confirmed in my ear. "She wants to be the new anal queen of porn."

Well, hello there. That would explain the huge mass of men crowded around her, all chattering like excited little frogs.

"NIKKI! KATHERINE ALBA BERGER!" a shrill voice screamed out from the edge of the crowd, and sure enough, people turned to look at the source of the voice.

Fuck me.

Of course, the one person in existence who insisted on calling me by my entire name every time she saw me, would continue to do so at the convention that I was trying my best to be as inconspicuous as possible. After eight years of screaming out my full name when we first saw each other, this was the first time that I'd dreaded it. Thin arms wrapped around my neck as she clung to me, all ninety something pounds wrapped around me like a spider monkey.

The crowd of people who were following the trail of the loud voice locked their gazes on the three of us, and then nodded in appreciation at our spectacle.

Zoey Quinn or Zoey Star, as she was known to her fans, was one of the most popular porn stars out.

She was famous because she only did girl-on-girl scenes.

She jumped up and down while also giving me kisses on both cheeks, like she always did, but usually in private, not in front of a ton of fucking people. At a porn convention.