Chapter 2: First day on the job
You might think it would be a little humiliating to be driven to work by your parents, but this was different. I sat in the back seat of my parents' car, listening as Mom and Dad tried to prepare me for my first day of work. I already knew a lot of what they had to say, just from paying attention, but it certainly didn't hurt to hear it from them directly.
“I want you to expose yourself to all areas of the operation,” Dad said. “You don't have to be an expert in any particular area, but if you're going to run the business someday, you at least need to know a little bit about everything that we do. For these first few days, I'd like you to wander around, observing, and seeing what you can do to help out. Don't try to run the place the first day on the job.”
Wander around and observe? In a porn studio? And get paid for it?!! Are you kidding me? This is what I've been dreaming to do for six years.
Mom continued the orientation. “The company is basically divided up into departments. There is Production, of course. That's what most people think of when they think about what we do. Production relates to the actual filming of the movies. There are basically three sub-departments of Production: Straight, Gay/Lesbian/Bi, and Kink. The first two speak for themselves. Kink is pretty much anything that strays beyond that — fetishes, mostly. You can have crossover between those sub-departments, but for the most part, that's what they are. You'll also find each sub-department has an on-site recording studio, as well as a remote unit.”
“Remote unit...?” I try to connect the dots to what I already know. “So when you do an outdoor scene, that's when you use them?”
Dad nods his head. “Right. But also when we go to a college for one of the 'College Fuck Fest' episodes, or when we do the ones where we pick some guy up in a van and offer him money if he'll let a guy suck him off... We have one unit in Florida right now; they've been there for a week, lining up amateurs who are on Spring Break to have sex in a hotel room. We think we'll have enough footage for a whole series called 'Spring Break Sluts and Sucks.'”
I kind of wish I had been asked to go along on that project. It sounds like fun, and I make a mental note to watch for the series release.
The orientation continues as Mom explains the company further.
“We also have the Personnel Department. It is responsible for recruiting and hiring — not just for work around the studio, but for actors and actresses, as well.”
I am surprised at that news. “I thought you had people lining up left and right to be in your movies.”
“We do,” Mom explains. “But you have to screen them carefully. We get tons of men who just want a chance to have sex with beautiful women. The problem is that most of them aren't attractive enough for our standards. Those who are frequently have trouble — umm — performing when there is a whole crew standing around, recording everything. We have to sort them out. Of course, with women, we have plenty of options, too, and we have to select them on the basis of how sexy they are and how well they can take direction and fake an orgasm.”
“We also do recruiting, too,” says Dad. “Sometimes we're looking for something in particular, and not every actor or actress is willing or able to do what we need.”
“What do you mean?”
Mom explains. “An easy example is stuff with animals. I did a lot of stuff on film, but even I couldn't bring myself to do that.”
Dad offers another explanation. “We also just look for new talent — people who never would dare try out for a porn movie, but who obviously would be a big sell. We're also asking around about who has the biggest dick, who has the nicest tits, and that sort of thing.”
We pull into the parking lot into a reserved parking space. I see that my sister, Kathy, has her own reserved spot, and that her car is already there.
Kelly has been strangely secretive about her responsibilities at the studio. Seeing her car already here, I know she’s somewhere in the building.
“I think I’ll just wander around and familiarize myself with the place,” I say as my parents make their way to their offices.
I make my way down a hallway, and it isn’t long before I find a door with the sign, “Kelly Karley, Executive Vice President”. The door is closed, and I am about to knock on it, but then wonder if I should just walk in and surprise my sister.
I raise my hand to knock on the door. Before I can do so, it opens, and I find myself staring into the face of my best friend, Kyle.
“Jeremy!” he says, looking startled. He also looks exhausted. His hair is messed up and sweaty, and he is short of breath. He steps into the hallway and closes the door behind him.
I look past him toward the closed door and the take another look at him. His clothes are messed up, and he is acting quite nervous. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear that he just got lucky with a chick. The only problem is that he’s coming out of my sister’s office, and as far as I know, Kelly can’t stand Kyle. She still holds a grudge about him hiding in her closet and secretly watching her make out with her boyfriend.
I narrow my eyes suspiciously. “What are you doing here?”
Kyle shifts his weight nervously from one foot to another. He seems to have difficulty looking me in the eyes. I look at the door again, and I’m tempted to go through it and see what is going on.
I decide if there’s anyone’s office I can enter without knocking, it would be my sister’s. I open the door and walk in, with Kyle following right on my heels.
“I’ll need just a few more minutes before I’m ready for you.” It’s my sister’s voice that I hear, but there’s no one behind her desk, as I had expected. Instead, the voice comes from the open doorway that appears to lead to her personal restroom.
“Kelly?” I ask.
She steps through the door, wearing a robe and nothing else. I can see this because the robe is open in front, revealing her firm tits, shapely hips, and shaved pussy. I ogle her for a few moments, despite the fact that she is my sister.
I can't help it; she's fucking gorgeous. Her tits are perfect, round globes with pink nipples that are hard and erect. Her hips are slim, leading down to a pussy that is clean-shaven and glistening, as if she's recently been fucked. My cock twitches in my pants, and I feel a warmth spreading through my body.
“Jeremy?” she asks, pulling her robe shut and drawing my attention back to her face. “What are you doing here? I thought you were my next appointment.”
I look over your shoulder at Kyle, who grins sheepishly before lowering his eyes to the floor.
“What kind of appointments do you keep in here?” I ask. “I just came by to say hi to my big sis on my first day on the job, and I find my best friend coming out of one of your ‘appointments.’”
Kelly sighs and rolls her eyes before sitting down on the corner of her desk. I force myself to keep focused on her eyes and not try to catch a peek as she crosses her legs.
“I was just interviewing Kyle,” she said, matter-of-factly.
“Interview?” I ask. “You were auditioning him for a role as a porn star? Are you kidding?”
“No, I don’t do that sort of thing,” she said, “although, he has some potential, given a little training, and perhaps a few exercises to better develop those abs....”
I look again at my friend, who is beaming at the words of encouragement.
“I was interviewing him to be my personal assistant,” she continues. “The last assistant just got married, and it became a little awkward at home for him, so I’m looking for a replacement. I thought you were my next candidate.”
“You interview your assistants by fucking them?” I ask.
Again, Kelly rolls her eyes. “What do you think I need an assistant for? It’s not like I need someone to write my correspondence for me; my assistant needs to focus on giving dick, rather than taking dictation.”
She laughs at my confused look. “Do you think it’s easy to be around non-stop sexual activity without being able to relieve the tension once in a while? If I didn’t have an assistant to help me with that, I’d never get the job done.”
As this sinks in, I suddenly have a thought. “Does that mean I get an assistant, too?” I ask, trying to keep the hope out of my voice. I mean, I'm not going to complain if I get a fucking hot assistant to help me out, but I don't want to appear too eager.
Kelly laughs. “Why? Do you want Kyle? Too bad, because I’ve got first dibs on him.”
“No, I don’t want Kyle,” I protest, “I mean—“
“You mean I got the job?” Kyle asks, excitedly.
“That’s right,” replies Kelly. “You’ve grown up quite a bit since I caught you spying on me. Can you start tomorrow morning?”
“I can start right now!” he says, with enthusiasm.
“Slow down, Sport,” she says. “I have three more interviews today; you would just get in the way.”
“Wait a minute,” I interject. “If you already decided on Kyle, why are you ‘interviewing’ three more guys?”
Kelly considers my question before smiling and saying, “Because I can. Now, run along, little brother. I’ve got work to do.” She turns to Kyle. “You can go now. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”