All characters are 18 years of age or older.
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It had been a month since his Grandmother Sandra, the former pornstar, had gone back to her life in real estate in Las Vegas. Surprisingly Glen had not heard much from her. She had sent him a couple of texts asking how he was doing but there had been no pics, no long cybersex chats, not really anything to support that the two of them had engaged in an incestuous relationship earlier this summer. Glen figured she wanted to keep it secret from his parents and so leaving a minimal evidence trail was a good way to do that. So he was happy to see an email from her with an attachment waiting in his inbox. Check this out it said and so he quickly opened it.
To his disappointment there was no nude picture showing off her fearsome tits and curvy body but instead he saw a web address. Aldnehgfmdn.xxx. The address certainly made no sense so he looked it up in a search engine in case it was a virus in disguise but it seemed to be legitimate. He clicked on it.
There was no video but instead a picture of a logo: Webstein Productions. Glen clicked on the logo and a female voice began.
"At Webstein we produce the best adult content available and we're looking for actors aged 18 and above to join us. Ours is an invitation only service and this web address is only for a single use so someone thinks you might be what we're looking for. Candidates must be 18 or over, nice looking but not overly glamorous, fit and with no tattoos, piercings or severe hairstyles. If you fit this description reply to the link that will appear at the bottom of your screen and we will contact you with further details."
WTF!
His Grandmother had sent him an invite to start a career in porn! The link appeared and he clicked on it. He looked it over noticing it did not want much information, just an email address and what day and time he would be available. Just to be safe he put in a junk email address in case this was a scam or prank although somehow he knew it was legitimate. When he finished he thought about calling Sandra but decided to see this through first. But one thing was for sure and that was that he would not tell his parents anything about this.
He was about to get up and go on about his day when his computer chirped letting him know an email and come through. He opened it and found a confirmation of an appointment with Webstein Productions for tomorrow at 2:30. Perfect he thought since his parents would not be home until sometime in the evening due to business travel for his Dad's job and his mom's car would be here for him to use.
The next day he put the directions to Webstein in his phone and drove to their location. The company was in a nicer than expected building in an office park with the entrance clearly marked with their logo. Glen walked in and saw an attractive older woman behind a reception desk.
"May I help you?" she asked.
"Um, hi, I'm Glen Pullins. I made an appointment over the internet."
The woman made a couple of clicks on her computer screen. "Okay. Come on back with me."
She got up and walked over to a door with a key code on it. She punched in some numbers, opened it and motioned for Glen to follow her. Glen could see a room that was maybe half the size of a gymnasium at the end of a hallway where there seemed to be a lot of activity but she made a right turn down a shorter hallway where there was one door at the end. She opened it and announced him. "I have Glen here, your 2:30."
A man probably in his fifties came to the door. "Hi Glen. I'm Rick Kaltstein. Come on in."
Glen walked into rick's office. It was large but not overly so, well-furnished and clean with a view of the parking lot from the window. "Have a seat," he said.
Glen sat down in a comfortable chair facing Rick's desk. Oddly enough he was not nervous. He knew all this had to do with porn but this place looked more like an accountant or lawyer's office than a porn company.
Rick sat back behind his desk. He reached in a drawer and pulled out a small stack of papers stapled together and put them in front of him.
"So you got the invite and decided to come." Said Rick
"Um, yeah."
"Okay let me tell you about things. As you already know I'm in the adult entertainment business. I've been in it for over 25 years now and have done pretty well but about 9 months ago I decided to take a different track. Where before I just produced regular old porn I checked statistics and guess what the fastest growing area of porn is."
Glen had no idea what it might be and figured he shouldn't try to guess at an answer. "I don't know," he said.
"Fantasy incest."
"Really?" If Rick only knew what Glen and his Grandmother had done over the summer his jaw would drop to the floor.
"That's right. But honestly most of the product you see out there is, well, not really believable. The actors don't look alike. The one's playing sons and daughters are too old or the moms and dads are too young to have kids that age. It's not really well done in my opinion so I set out to produce higher quality product which is why I'm looking for younger actors that look like they could actually be a son or daughter to the older actor. You following me so far?"
"Yeah, yeah. I agree that most incest porn isn't that good."
"Okay good. And since I'm not going to find actual family members to have sex on camera I wanted to at least try and make a better product. It's worked really well too. I have a subscription website with over 90,000 members and if you take into the DVD downloads and sales, well we're doing really well here."
Glen didn't really know what to say. He wasn't going to be an investor so all this business talk really didn't interest him. "Where do I come in?" he asked instead.
"I'll be honest you look like the kind of guy I need for this. Now I'm not giving you a line a crap here. If you can perform on camera you could do pretty well in the business but this business is not for everyone. It's not all fun and games either. Do you want to hear more?"
"Yeah," said Glen. Hell yeah was what he really wanted to say.
"So before we start, you have had sex before."
"Um, yeah."
"How many times?"
"Glen counted in his head. There was the two times with regular girls then the 7 times with his Grandmother. "Fifteen times with 10 different girls." No harm in stacking the resume a bit.
"Ok then."
Rick talked to him about scheduling, salary, which was per diem to start, chances for advancement and getting screened for STDs. He could work as much or as little as he liked during the week or on weekends if he was in school. But the one thing that would get him fired was talking to his friends about it and trying to get them in the mix. His actors were contacted by invitation only to avoid a bunch of horny teenaged doofuses knocking on the door. Glen assured him that he would stick by company policies.
"Okay let's go out and show some of what goes on here. We have 3 shoots today and one should be finished by now so let's go out to the production sets."
Glen followed Rick out of the office and down the long hallway but instead of going to the soundstages he led Glen to a room off to the right.
"Have a seat in there for a bit. I need to go clear things with the director and set manager."
"No problem," answered Glen.
"He walked in the room which was obviously a lounge based on the number of chairs, couches, soft drink and coffee machines present. And sitting on a couch listening to some music via earbuds and checking her phone sat a lovely young girl. Glen froze in his tracks when he saw her. She looked way too young to be here in any capacity. She was petite with long straight brown hair and wearing jeans and a yellow blouse. Frankly she looked like most of the girls he had gone to high school with but younger like she was in a lower grade. She noticed him, took out her earbuds, smiled and greeted him.
"Hi, I'm Chrissy," she said with a smile.
Glen walked over to her and extended his hand. "Hi I'm Glen," he said as she gently shook his hand.
Glen was a bit in shock at her youthful looks and tried to come up with something to say but instead stammered out Uh, um, um.
