I clicked on the thumbnail of the first girl featured, and her bio page opened. I didn’t bother reading her bio since I assumed it was all a fantasy. The interesting part of the page was a series of smaller thumbnails; the first five or six opened the accompanying photo, and the remainder were slightly blurred and had a lock over the image. When I hovered my mouse pointer over one of those, a message opened that said, “Join to View” Those photos that did open showed the model dressed in either a tiny bikini or sexy lingerie. None of these publicly available photos showed anything remotely hardcore, no naked tits or pussies, but lots of glamourous close-up face pictures of that particular model. Below the photo gallery, there was a list of the movies featuring the model and a short description of what the movie’s plot was.
I checked out a half dozen models’ bio pages and found that nearly everyone had basically the same features: long lovely hair, beautiful eyes and lips, slim waistlines, long sleek legs, and extra-large boobs. However, I did find two models that appeared more mature, which I assumed were featured to entice the older woman fetish crowd.
I clicked on the join tab and discovered the price to view it all was $29.99 a month, but if you paid for a year in advance, that price dropped to $24.99. That’s almost $300.00 to see what most guys would view in a week. If the site had twenty-five hundred members, they were grossing somewhere around seven point five million a year. No wonder there are so many porn sites out there, I thought.
I was brought back to reality by a light knock on the door to my classroom. I closed my laptop and walked over to the door.
“Ms. Walker, are we having class today?” One of my female students asked as I opened the door.
I’d spent the entire hour checking out the Sensual Productions web page and never heard the commotion of my students entering the room. I was somewhat distracted during class as my thoughts of what my bio page might look like, should I agree to turn that page in my sexual life, assuming the owners offered me a chance.
I was in the middle of my final lecture of the day when my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out and glanced at the caller ID; Joel was calling. I let his call go to voice mail. Once I dismissed the class and answered a couple of questions from students who weren’t sure about the assignment I’d given them, I retired to my office. Joel hadn’t left a voice mail, so I pulled up his number and called him back.
“Hey Gen, I only have a minute or two, gotta get to practice,” he said, answering my call.
I only needed a minute to ask him what he was calling about.
“I talked to the folks at Sensual Productions, and they are definitely interested in interviewing you and shooting an audition tape,” Joel said.
“That’s great; when?” I asked.
“Tonight, can you be at their studio about five?” he replied.
“I sure can,” I quickly answered.
“I’ll text you the address,” Joel replied and then added, “I gotta run, darlin.”
Within a minute or two, I received Joel’s text with the address and a short message that read, “Good Luck Gen!”
If I were quick about it, I’d have time to stop at my apartment, change clothes, and get to my appointment by five.
As I undressed, I thought, how does one dress for an interview to become a porn actress. The last interview I dressed for was with the head of Regis’ Lit Department, and as I recall, I wore a baggy sweater, a floor-length skirt, and flat shoes. Somehow I didn’t think that outfit would fit the bill for this interview.
I decided to keep on the white lace bra and silk panties I’d chosen when I dressed for class early this morning and then decided on a cream-colored mid-calf skirt and a white cotton blouse. Not bothering with stockings, I slipped my feet into a pair of dark brown stilettos and then grabbed my purse and a waist-length brown leather jacket.
The drive across town took longer than I expected. Finally, I arrived outside, and by the time I found a parking space, it was nearly ten after five. I pushed the heavy glass door open and stepped inside, walking briskly across the expansive lobby to the reception desk. The large letters above her desk read, “SP LTD.”
“Hello, I’m Genevieve Walker,” I said to the cute youthful girl behind the desk.
“Welcome to Sensual Productions, Ms. Walker,” she said as she stood up and came around her desk. “Let me lock the door; Mr. Hess asked me to accompany you to his office.”
I watched her stroll across the lobby, lock the door and then walk on an angle to a set of double doors at one end of the area. “Right this way, please,” she said as she pressed the polished brass lever on one door and pushed it open.
I followed her into a very lavish hallway with office doors on both sides and a larger door at the end of the hall.
“Mr. Hess tells me you come highly recommended,” she said as we approached the door with the name “T. Hess, President” adorning the door.
I just smiled at her as she pushed the door open.
She didn’t follow me as I stepped into an extremely opulent office.
Opposite the door was a large oak desk, and to the left a well-stocked bar. Across from the bar, there was a sitting area with a white leather-looking sofa and suggestive paintings on the walls. The background wall was painted a light shade of blue.
“Would you like a drink, Ms. Walker?” Hess asked.
“No, thank you,” I answered, not wanting to have my thought process clouded with alcohol.
As he walked toward me, I could tell he was sizing me up, his eyes traveling from my face down over my body and legs. “Let me take your jacket,” he said.
His eyes focused on my chest as I slipped out of my jacket and handed it to him. Hess draped my coat over the back of a chair that was pretty much in the middle facing the sofa.
“Take a seat on the couch, and we’ll talk,” he suggested.
I sat down on the edge of the center cushion, keeping my knees together as Hess took a seat facing me.
“Joel tells me you’re interested in doing some modeling,” Hess started.
I assumed modeling was the generic term for fucking on camera and replied, “I’m thinking about it.”
“Have you ever modeled before?” he asked.
“Not professionally,” I answered.
“But you’ve posed?” he asked.
I smiled and answered, “I’ve allowed some of the men I date to take photos, and I did an amateur video with one guy.”
Hess paused for a second and then said, “I’m sorry I forgot to ask if you are over eighteen.”