Stephanie Swift loves her Homegrown Video graffiti
- Stephanie Swift made her amateur porn debut with Homegrown Video
In a shanty town of trade show booths that all looked like they were built by the same company out of the same materials that were left over after the last trade event, our little hand-painted sprayed by a popular graffiti artist stall certainly stood out. The fact that it looked like a booth celebrating Stephanie Swift was just going to be something we had to run with even though it was completely accidental that her picture ended up there in the first place. If anyone asked why we had erected a Stephanie Swift alter when she wouldn’t be signing autographs at our counter, then we wouldn’t be lying to say that we shot amateur porn with her long before she became a contract girl pro porn star. Getting mocked by our business peers was certainly something we had grown accustomed to anyway. Still, Stephanie was bound to see it at some point and I wasn’t looking forward to explaining to her how her face ended up on our wall. Any explanation was pretty much a lock to convincing her that I was some sort of jealous stalker freak that couldn’t accept that she had signed with our competition and not with Homegrown.
Finally, Stephanie appeared. She has an almost mystical sort of eerie translucence about her to begin with and that sets her apart from 99% of the other girls in the room. She doesn’t have big fake boobs. She doesn’t put on several pounds of cake make up to hide bad skin and black eyes from suitcase pimp boyfriends. She doesn’t dress like a tranny hooker at the corner of Hollywood and Vine. Her skin is pale and perfect. Her feline eyes survey everything in quick intense stares. There is sort of a perpetual smirk balanced somewhere between disgusted and bemused on her face but not because she is taking any of the drugs popular with so many other starlets. She was walking toward the booth and obviously supremely content, a cat that has caught the mouse, batted it mercilessly for twenty plus minutes, and is relaxing before swallowing it down. Well, at least she liked what the artist did with rendering her even though he was painting someone else’s face and body that had been plucked from the back of a nudie mag.
Of course, admitting that would only make me look like a bigger moron. So I asked her, “How do you like it?”
I didn’t need her to answer. The fact that she couldn’t stop looking at herself interpreted in spray paint on a huge billboard of wall space in an immense hall filled with thousands and thousands of people that would be walking by to take it in too offered all the explanation that words would never satisfy.
