One girl's introduction to the adult entertainment industry
It was the evening, and night, that changed my life. Then I wasn't rich, now I'm pretty wealthy. Then I wasn't that confident with other people, now I'll assert myself with anybody who tries to tell me different. So, in such a life changing environment I thought I should at least write it down so that I can look back and see just how and when, so much changed for me.
I'd rung an old college friend, a girl I hadn't seen for some years. She and I had been in the same sorority and had gotten on pretty well together. In fact, we'd had some pretty wild times. It had been the first time that I'd lived away from home and although I was by no means a virgin; there had been three previous guys, by the end of that first semester I was certainly into sex in a big way and I couldn't count my further conquests on the fingers of two hands. But a girl has to be careful as it's all too easy to get a slutty reputation and that was one thing I wasn't going to do.
Nor was Susie. I'll call her that; it's not her real name as some guys out there may recognize it and this account is personal. I'm not going to give you my name either for reasons you'll see later on. Both Susie and I are blonde, around five six and 120 pounds without our clothes on which in those early days was pretty frequent. True, now that we're in our mid-twenties and given what we now both do to earn a buck, it's even more frequent; but wait, I'm getting ahead of myself.
She'd answered the phone on the third ring. "Hi, fantastic! How are you? It's been a long time, what's happening? Where are you living?" Her questions tumbled out one after another. I explained that I'd been working abroad, that the firm had sadly collapsed and that I'd just returned home to look for work.
"When can we meet? How about coming over to my place? Hey, do you remember those great times we had in college? All those young guys who thought all their dreams had come true when really it was us getting off real good! Yeah, come on over to my apartment, say Thursday. I know what, I'll make some arrangements for, shall we say, the entertainment?" I hung up wondering what on earth she'd meant, but whatever, knowing Susie it would probably involve sex in one way or another.
Thursday came and I dressed with care. Sexy but classy sexy, not slutty. Black high heels, stockings; always stockings never pantyhose, short black skirt with an electric blue top that plunged pretty deep between my new 35Ds and which meant that a bra was out of the question. Not that that was a problem. When I was abroad I'd had a really good boob job that had boosted my 35Bs to a decent handful and they now stood high and proud on my chest without the slightest trace of sag. For some reason and I still don't know why, I decided not to wear panties, call it a premonition if you like. I've always relished the excitement, the naughtiness, of going out knowing that I'm bare-assed and that no-one else knows.
I rang the bell to her apartment. "Hi," she answered brightly on the intercom, "Come on up, it's the penthouse." Was it now, I thought. She must be doing well for herself. We hadn't talked about jobs but whatever she did do, it obviously paid well. The door to her apartment was open. "Come on in ," she called and as I stepped through the door she came out from the kitchen before rushing across to throw her arms around me and kiss me.
"Well, let me look at you. And just look at you! What a sassy, classy girl you look - I could quite eat you! And hey, I don't remember those - you've had a job done there, haven't you?" Unexpectedly, she reached out and touched my right breast squeezing it gently. "Hey, they're good, real good, nice feel, I bet they look good, too." Her hand was soft on my breast and she squeezed gently again before looking me straight in the eyes and then letting go.
"You don't look too bad, yourself, you know," I laughed, looking her up and down. And she didn't, either. Her long blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders and like me, she was wearing a short skirt and a top with a plunging neckline that showed off her boobs to best advantage. "Hey," I laughed. "Seems like I'm not the only one who's had some work done!"
"True, but in my line of work, it's necessary to have more than sufficient up here." She lifted her hands and cupped her breasts, grinning at me. "Not bad are they? Cost me a packet but they're the best investment I ever made. OK, so how about a drink? I've got some really great Champagne in the refrigerator."
I sat down on the deep comfortable couch as she went to get the wine. Returning, she poured two glasses and raising her glass, said, "Here's to us - there's none like us!" We quickly caught up on old times with Susie occasionally glancing at her watch before we got round to what we were doing now. Having just moved back to the States I explained I was looking for work. "Didn't you do some modeling when we were at college?" she asked. "I seem to remember something about it helping to pay your way through college."
"You're right, though you're kind to call it modeling," I responded. "I think the more usual term is glamour modeling. Nothing indecent, you know, just topless stuff, but it sure helped to pay the bills."
"Mmmm," she said thoughtfully and changed the topic. It was at least another 20 minutes before we got around to what she was doing. "Oh that's easy," she laughed. "This doesn't come cheap, you know," waving a hand around the apartment. "I decided a couple of years ago that if I wanted to make some serious money and have some fun while I still looked pretty good then it had to be adult films. Hence, these!" She cupped her hands round her breasts again, this time stroking them gently while looking down at them. Her nipples started to harden under her top. She couldn't be wearing a bra, I thought.
She looked back up at me, gauging my reaction. "Not bad are they? Like yours really. It's amazing the effect a little bit of silicone has on guys," she laughed. I wasn't totally surprised. She always had liked sex, particularly with well endowed guys, and this was a way to get very well paid for it without being a hooker. She smiled at me. "I hope that doesn't shock you. It's a good way to make lots of money while I'm still young and I reckon I've got another three or four years and then I'll do something else in the industry. Maybe produce or start up my own film company."
I knew from my own modeling days that the industry was quite tough. When you were young and good looking then the money was easy, but unless you were right at the top then it was hard. She was still looking at me. "What?" I said. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You've done some modeling, how about doing some more? It's good money and good fun, too. It's more than just topless nowadays, though, it's all the way but hey, you get to go to lots of glamorous places - and some not so glamorous ones, too," she laughed. "You're real good looking, a genuine blonde - always an asset - great figure, what more could any guy want to look at? You; only without the clothes.
