Do you wear something slutty, or something classy, or just show up naked?
Those were the questions I asked myself as I stood in front of my closet. I started moving hangers back, glancing at the garments still in dry cleaning bags.
A red dress with a plunging neckline to show off my full, C breasts?
No.
Tight jeans with a crop top?
No.
Strapless mini dress, with long black stockings?
Perfect.
I started to pat myself dry with the towel I had been wearing. My legs were long, and I took my time rubbing lotion on them. I was just putting on my heels when Tom walked in. I was standing there, in only stockings and heels. My lady was shaved and smooth, slightly protruding from under my flat stomach.
"What are you wearing that for?" Tom asked, glancing sideways at me. " It looks ridiculous, plus it kind of makes you look like you are working a shift on the streets."
"Oh, this? I just thought I would dress up today, and it's not finished. I am wearing the dress too."
Tom shrugged his shoulders and walked out of the room with his jacket and briefcase.
I tried not to take his words to heart while I finished getting ready, but this was easier said than done. I couldn't help feeling slightly hurt that I had been all but naked, and he hadn't so much as glanced at me.
I decided to keep my make-up very neutral, and to wear my hair loose and wavy down my back. After two small squirts of my White Diamonds perfume on both collar bones, I decided I was ready.
The morning dragged on, and I was more nervous by the moment. I had no idea what type of questions I would be asked, or the types of things I might be asked to do right away. I imagined that they would ask to see me naked, but would I have to have sex with someone today? My stomach fluttered with nerves, but my sex grew wet with the thought.
I also needed to worry about Tom finding out. He was not interested in sex, and I highly doubted that porn sites were something that he spent his free time on. We hadn't had sex since our last, very vanilla, encounter on Wednesday.
Eventually, it was quarter to two. I needed to leave now to make it to New Wave Studios. I grabbed a small white clutch that contained my keys, two twenty dollar bills, my license, and a stick of nude pink lipstick.
The ride there didn't take long, and I was there before I had a chance to leave and go home instead.
New Wave Studios was in a large building, with a Spanish villa theme. I walked up to the door and there was a buzzer. I hit the button and the girl who answered my call yesterday greeted me on the other end.
"New Wave Studios, how can I help you?"
"Hi. My name is Carmen, I have an appointment with Jonathan at two o' clock."
"Yes of course, come right in."
The door buzzed and I grabbed the handle, then stepped inside. The door slammed shut behind me.
I was standing in a fairly small, but cozy, lobby. The décor was quite dark, and a small redhead sat behind a large black desk.
"Carmen, right over here."
I walked towards the desk, trying to take in the scene around me.
"My name is Tina. Johnny is still in a meeting, but feel free to have a seat on the couch over there. The room to your left contains refreshments. Help yourself." She pointed to a door on the left.
I could hear Tina typing on the computer as I headed for the refreshment area. I settled on a latte and took a seat on the couch. Finally, I could get a good look at Tina.
Tina was a small, mousey girl. Her hair was a bright red, and out of control. She had a t-shirt on, and it pictured some band that I didn't know of. Her shorts were almost to her knees, and she wore sandals. She reminded me of 70's hippies I had seen on-line, and her presence was calming, and comforting.
I could hear sounds coming from behind a door, and I assumed it was Johnny's office. The voices sounded heated, and I was worried they were arguing.
"Great," I muttered under my breath.
Someone was in there pissing him off, right before my interview! I started to sweat and tried to listen carefully.
"Oh fuck yes! Right there baby, right there. Fuck my cunt with your big cock."
I could make out a male grunting, and then I realized that this interview was going to be interesting.
I waited about fifteen minutes before the door to the office opened. A small brunette emerged, and her hair was tousled, the top buttons of her blouse open.
"We will call, thanks Tisha." Johnny looked towards me.
"You can come in now, Carmen."
He finished buckling his belt before stepping aside to let me into his office.
It was similar to the lobby, with cozy chairs, and a dark desk. The only difference was the large, and brightly colored, erotic paintings on the wall.
"You look nervous. Don't be," Johnny said, sitting behind the desk and smiling. "There is nothing to be worried about. I just have some questions to see if you are the right fit, for our company and our brand."
Johnny took out a clipboard and pinned some pages with writing typed on the other side.
"So, let's start with physical attributes. You have brunette hair."
I could see him make a small check mark on his paper.
"Brown eyes, which are gorgeous I might add."
I blushed and smiled. It had been a while since an attractive man had complimented my appearance.
"Mind telling me what your measurements are, including cup size?" he asked politely.
"I am a C, but that's a full C. My measurements are thirty-four, twenty-three, thirty-four, and my height is five feet, and five inches."
"Very good." Jonathan smiled, and took a moment to mark down what I had just told him.
"Now, what are your limits?"
"My limits, you mean what I am not willing to do?"
"That's exactly right. We tend not to do girl on girl here." Jonathan sat down his clipboard, and smiled at me. His face was gorgeous, and I blushed under his gaze.
"We do mostly male and female scenes, with occasional group sex scenes, orgy scenes, and some solo, female masturbation scenes." Jonathan grinned. He could tell that I was flustered; my cheeks were burning a bright pink. "Would you be willing to participate in those?"
"Yes, I would be willing to do all those."
My voice was barely audible, and my lips had suddenly gone dry.
"If you would like, I can get you a glass of water? I am going to need to see you naked, to take some shots for your file."
I nodded.
"Yes, water would be great."
"Feel free to leave any stockings, shoes, socks, and jewelry on.