I thought it couldn't happen to me... but it did. I am, well was, a compassionate third grade teacher and recognized in town as a caring individual who always put children first. The problem was that teachers without tenure were "downsized" first (read "fired") when the school district experienced budgetary concerns.
My name is Eve and I was two weeks short of gaining tenure when the principal, Mr. Selznick, called me into his office. Maybe it was Friday the thirteenth... I don't know, but it felt like it. Mr. Selznick, I mean Norm, was a man in his early-fifties and very supportive of the staff so it was no surprise when he gave me a huge hug and held my hand as tears soaked his shirt.
"Norm," I sobbed, "I can't believe this is happening to me. I've tried to be the best teacher possible and yet, now you say I've been terminated. It's not fair!"
"You're right, Eve. You are a wonderful teacher and a beautiful person. Look, you are only twenty-three. You're a gorgeous woman with a lifetime before you. You will recover and no doubt have a job very soon. Call me anytime you need help and I'll be more than happy to write you a job recommendation."
I left his office feeling like Marie Antoinette being led to the guillotine. I felt so helpless and life seemed so hopeless. On the way home, I stopped for a caffeine fix at Starbucks ordering a Vente Caffè Americano. They were hiring so I filled out an application. That's how I became an underpaid barista.
Serving coffee doesn't make a résumé sparkle but it was a start. This was my only job experience other than two years in the classroom but not the last. Next, I was a secretary temp at a tool and die company. I was offered the job by a good customer who ordered double-shot espresso every morning exactly at 6:35 AM. The wages were better and I liked the job until the owner asked me out for dinner and some "overtime" at his apartment. I quit on the spot.
Then there was this waitress job, i.e., server, at the Como Restaurant. It was an upscale establishment popular with businessmen whose offices were nearby. The tips were great but I grew tired of guys hitting on me, although I secretly loved the attention. Okay, I have to admit it here, I had an affair with one of the customers. Jim worked for a large brokerage firm near the restaurant. He came in at least twice a week and I made sure to be his server. We flirted a lot and teased each other. Jim was an unbelievably handsome guy with a really great sense of humor.
On our first date, he wined and dined me and treated me like a princess. Tuesday was my day off allowing us to meet at the best hotel in town, usually in the late afternoon. We had a torrid love affair with non-stop sex for a couple of weeks until I discovered Jim was married with two kids. When the maitre d' at the Como found out about Jim and me, the maitre d' gave me two choices. Either I gave him a blow job on demand or I'd be fired. I was fired. It seemed that my life was one long series of dead ends. Finally, I just decided to take a vacation and apply for unemployment.
My girlfriend, Jan, was also out of work but never seemed short of money. Our unemployment checks were enough to feed a person and provide rent money but not much more. Yet Jan was always wearing the latest fashions, lived in an upscale apartment and drove around town in her hot BMW. I mean, her car payments would bankrupt even those with jobs, yet Jan was living on and financing an expensive car with those slim unemployment benefits... or so I thought.
My curiosity finally got the best of me one evening while we were slumming at our favorite sports bar. I decided to bring up the issue of money. "Hey, Jan, I just love that deep blue pendant you're wearing! Is it tanzanite?"
"Yeah, just bought it last week at Windsor's. Really glad you like it, Eve. It cost a fortune."
"How do you manage? I could never afford beautiful jewelry like that. I mean, do you put it on a credit card and then pay the minimum each month?"
Jan took a sip of her daiquiri and was visibly upset with my question. Changing the subject she said, "Have you been to Bloomingdale's recently? They're having a great sale on shoes!"
It's a girl's way of avoidance... change the subject when we don't want to give an answer. So, I dropped the subject and became even more curious. After all, Jan and I have been close friends since college and usually don't keep secrets from each other. Clearly, that was not the case this time. Jan was hiding something from me and I had to find out what it was.
As the evening wore on, more and more guys filtered into the bar and a few stopped by to say hello and to buy us drinks. That was the usual routine for us. After all, both of us are attractive and guys like to be around us, and we like to be around them. The truth is, between the two of us, we probably fucked the entire basketball team in college. Jan has a beautiful face. She is tall and slim with brunette hair. Her smallish breasts are perky, yet she knows how to use her assets to easily attract men. On the other hand, I am blonde, petite, and with noticeably well developed breasts although I rarely exaggerate them with tight fitting clothes.
So, everyone was having fun talking sports and music and movies with a little playful teasing mixed in. George was sitting next to Jan. I'd never met him before. She seemed to know him pretty well as they appeared to be whispering sweet nothings to each other from time to time. One thing I over-heard caught me a little off guard. George said something about enjoying Jan's latest effort but Jan, like me, is on unemployment. It all seemed so strange!
Jan offered to drop me off at my apartment that night and I asked her about George's comment. Again Jan was tight lipped. When we arrived at my place, she said, "Eve, I have a job but it's kind of a secret. Ya see, I don't want the government to know. You understand, right? If you promise to keep it to yourself and never tell anyone, I'll let you in on the secret."
I was all ears. "Go ahead, Jan. You know I have never revealed any of our secrets. You can trust me. You know that."
"Well," she started, "I also hope you and I will continue to be friends."
"Okay," I said. "We've been best friends too long to destroy our friendship over one little secret."
Jan took a moment to look away, then turned to me and looked me straight in the eye and said, "I needed money for a comfortable lifestyle and nothing pays better than working in the adult film industry. I've been modeling in several videos."
I was shocked! Well, shocked at first by the sudden admission of her working as a porn star but after a minute, it all made sense. "How did you get started?" I blurted out as my curiosity raised its ugly head again. I had hundreds of other questions but this was what came to mind first.
Jan looked out the window as if thinking how to formulate her answer, then said, "I answered a casting call that was posted on the Internet. It seemed like harmless fun so I went to see what it was all about."
God, how I wanted to hear more. "How did it go? Did you know it was for porn movies? What was involved? Were you scared? Did they treat you Okay? Did you get any money? Did you have to get undressed and be naked? Did you have to fuck a guy?"
"Hold on, Eve! I can't get into all of the details but hey, they are always looking for new models and if you think you might be interested, I'll give you George's e-mail address. You can contact him and see for yourself."
This answered the question about Jan's elaborate lifestyle but left many more to be answered. I tucked George's e-mail address in my purse and thanked Jan for the ride. I watched Jan drive off in that gorgeous BMW and thought contacting George might be what was needed to spice up my life, and my bank account.
For a couple of weeks after that, I couldn't get it out of my mind that Jan was fucking in front of a camera. I hadn't contacted George because, to be frank about it, I was a little bit scared. Finally I called Jan and asked for one of her vids. She said fine but only if she could set up an appointment for me with George. By this time, it seemed like a fun idea and it was only an interview. This sort of nudged me along so I agreed. I learned later that staff members earn a bonus for signing new talent.
The next day George called to say hello and schedule an interview that would be mutually agreeable. My calendar was pretty open but George was busy the first part of the week. He was free the following Thursday at 3:00 PM. So it was set and believe me, I was excited but really really nervous.
Jan gave me her video on Monday and that evening I sat down with a chilled glass of sauvignon blanc to watch. I felt like a Peeping Tomi intruding on a very private moment. I was amazed at the quality of the video. It was in high definition and everyone looked fabulous. The clothes, jewelry and furnishings were exquisite. The men were handsome and the women were stunning. Both were well endowed as you might expect of porn "models."
Jan came on about a third of the way dressed in an elegant bridal dress. The story was that she was getting married that day but wanted to have a last fling. She seduced their best man into a liaison hours before the ceremony. She was so beautiful and did the best man in every sexual position seen in Kama Sutra. The guy finally gave her the obligatory cum shot aimed at her mouth. Jan licked every last drop off of her lips before swallowing with an impish grin.
My juices were flowing like mad. Only then did I realize the wetness in my panties as I reached down to touch myself. I continued masturbating bringing myself to an orgasm thinking, "I can do that! I want to do that." But the real question was, should I?
On Tuesday and Wednesday I was a bundle of nerves and kept watching Jan's video to make sure I hadn't missed anything important. However, during these viewings, I remembered to bring along my toy for a little companionship and pleasure. Playing with my dildo gave me confidence as I imagined fucking a stranger in front of a camera. I was a little unnerved by the anal scene since I had never done it. A woman with huge tits and a shaved pussy was fucking two hunks. One was in her ass while the other had his thick cock deep in her pussy hole. Jan wasn't in that scene but was with a woman in a lesbian encounter. I wasn't sure about either the anal or doing lesbian but watching it was a turn on. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
On Thursday morning I called Jan asking her how to dress for the interview. She told me to wear nice clothes with a suggestion of sophistication. Jan also said, "A little cleavage works well but don't be over the top with it. They'll recognize your best assets. They're professionals. Just don't put on too much makeup and look like a whore. That's not what they are looking for. They want the innocent virgin look."
Finally she reminded me, "Hey, this is an interview. Nobody is gonna ask you to do a fuck scene on Thursday. If they like you, they'll give you a call back for a screening."
That settled me down and got me looking forward to three o'clock.
At three o'clock sharp, I stepped into a fourth floor office with furnishings that were contemporary in every way. The furniture was modern as were the light fixtures and wall hangings. It was well lit and immaculate. This isn't what a person has in mind when apply for a job in dirty movies. The receptionist asked me to wait for a few minutes and offered me a cup of tea or coffee. She brought me a nice cup of green tea as I waited. The wait wasn't long before an attractive middle aged woman greeted me.
"Hello, I'm Betty, George's assistant. You must be Eve." We shook hands and Betty led me into her office. The office was a lot more risqué with suggestive pictures advertising their various products. I even saw a poster with Jan but her name wasn't Jan. In the poster it said, "Staring Cherry Sherry." Anyway, I sat in front of Betty's desk and she said she would be doing the interview and would be taking notes. It sounded like a teachers' meeting.
"Okay, let's get started. How old are you Eve?"
"Twenty-three," I said with a nervous smile.
"Where are you from?" Betty asked in a business like way.
"I'm originally from Eagle Grove, Iowa."
"And what do you do?"
"I'm a third grade teacher."
"Are you currently teaching?"
"No, I was fired about seven months ago."
Betty wanted to know why I had been fired. I briefly explained the situation and budget cut-backs.
"Do you have any hobbies, Eve, or have interests outside of teaching?"
"Yes, of course. I like to read. Although it might sound odd at my age but I like listening to jazz. I go dancing and love movies."
"What are your vitals?"
"Say again?" I was confused.
"Your vital statistics... height, weight, measurements."
"Oh, I see. I'm five feet three and weigh 110 pounds. I'm a 36D-24-35."
"Very good. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Not currently... I had one in college but when I was teaching, I was just too busy getting my lesson plans together."
"What do you like best about yourself?"
"Oh, I'm a caring person and a good friend to people. I like my body shape and my hair. I think I'm pretty smart for a blonde." At that we both chuckled.
"Have you done any acting?"
"Just a little. I was in our high school play my senior year."
"I understand you are a long time friend of Jan's."
"Yes, we were college roommates."
"Did she tell you about our industry?"
"Not really.