Meggan Mallone
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Meet Meggan Mallone. Texan beauty. Cherokee blood. 21 years old when Vivid signed her in 2008. Green eyes, brunette, five-eight, lean and athletic. Cheerleader at Lamar High School in Houston, then fashion modeling gigs before the move to L.A. Hustled straight to photographers J. Stephen Hicks and Earl Miller, caught John Stevens’ eye, and his pics landed in B. Skow’s lap. Vivid slapped an exclusive contract on the table before lunch got cold. Her mom’s pure Cherokee from Oklahoma, tagged her Moonstar. Dad, Irish-German, died when she turned eighteen, left her two things money can’t buy: a work ethic and zero patience for bullshit. Church every Sunday, Girl Scouts, swim team, French Club, student TV reporter, cheerleader. Normal kid, except she hit the camera like it owed her money. “I’m bubbly, I’m loud, I never run out of juice,” she laughs. Loves sports, loves smiling, loves proving the world wrong about what an adult star can be. “Watch out, world, here I come.” She used to dream of Olympic ice skates. Now she jokes about being the first girl to skate in nothing but goose-bumps. Same Meggan, bigger arena, same dare-you grin.
Meet Meggan Mallone. Texan beauty. Cherokee blood. 21 years old when Vivid signed her in 2008. Green eyes, brunette, five-eight, lean and athletic. Cheerleader at Lamar High School in Houston, then fashion modeling gigs before the move to L.A. Hustled straight to photographers J. Stephen Hicks and Earl Miller, caught John Stevens’ eye, and his pics landed in B. Skow’s lap. Vivid slapped an exclusive contract on the table before lunch got cold. Her mom’s pure Cherokee from Oklahoma, tagged her Moonstar. Dad, Irish-German, died when she turned eighteen, left her two things money can’t buy: a work ethic and zero patience for bullshit. Church every Sunday, Girl Scouts, swim team, French Club, student TV reporter, cheerleader. Normal kid, except she hit the camera like it owed her money. “I’m bubbly, I’m loud, I never run out of juice,” she laughs. Loves sports, loves smiling, loves proving the world wrong about what an adult star can be. “Watch out, world, here I come.” She used to dream of Olympic ice skates. Now she jokes about being the first girl to skate in nothing but goose-bumps. Same Meggan, bigger arena, same dare-you grin.