Sunday, February 12, 2012

My First Day On the Job

My First Day on the Job

I can't dance.  Whatever it is that enables people to move in rhythm with music -- I just don't have it.  The best I can usually manage is to sway a bit.  And that was something of a problem.

When Mr. Erickson told me that he made adult movies, my mind immediately went to full-on hardcore pornography. Images of wild sex in all sorts of positions blazed a path through my mind. That's what I was prepared for.  What I got was far more tame.

Porn can take a lot of different shapes, apparently.  There's the soft-core stuff you see on the premium cable channels.  Then there's the reality stuff like Girls Gone Wild.  There are even different levels of hardcore porn.  Some actors and actresses will do just about anything you can imagine; others have restrictions.

And then there are the webcam performers.  Maybe it was just me.  I'm sure there are plenty of people have started in different ways, but me...I started on the webcam.  Mr. Erickson said that it was just to cut my teeth, to get used to being naked on camera.  I think it was to gauge whether there would be interest in a person like me.

Either way, he gave me a camera to hook into my computer, and told me how connect to his site.  I'd have to log on for a specified time, and interact with customers.

It was...a little disconcerting my first time.I had no idea what I was doing.  I just sat there in a pair of panties, waiting for someone to connect. 

Most people don't think about it, but trying to be sexy is kind of difficult.  I'd never so much as embraced my femininity, much less tried accentuate it.  And that was a problem, I guess.  I barely had any customers that first time, and the few I had didn't stay for long.  I guess I just wasn't interesting enough for them.

The next day, I got a call from Mr. Erickson.

"You need to do something," he said.  "Get up, dance around.  Maybe play with yourself.  Engage the client."

Which brings me to my initial point -- I can't dance.  So I had very little choice in the matter.  There was only one suggestion that would work for me.

So, armed with my friend Mr. Dildo and a tube of lubricant, I started that night's session with higher hopes.

I can still remember the moment I decided to just take charge, and do what I wanted to do.  It was about halfway through the night, and until then, I had been waiting on someone to suggest something, anything, for me to do.  Sure, a couple wanted me to play with myself, and I did, but by and large, they want you to take the reigns.  And I did.

The customer didn't know what hit him.  I was smooth. I was sexy.  I was a pro.

Or at least that's how I saw myself.  Rather than ask him what he wanted, I asked him he wanted me to play with myself.  I picked up the dildo, and licked it suggestively.  He knew what to ask for, then.  He wanted me to suck it.  I did. 

An aside:  I've never understood what people get out of sucking a fake penis.  I see it in videos all the time, and they certainly seem to enjoy it.  But I've done it, and, I don't just doesn't do it for me, I guess.

Anyway, it wasn't long before I had that dildo buried in my ass. 

I didn't realize it at the time, but the same customer stayed online with me for almost an hour, watching me fuck myself with the dildo.  He must have spent a fortune.

I did the same for three more customers that night, and the next day, Mr. Erickson called me.

"I think you have what it takes," he told me. 

Sure, I was tired.  I was sore. But I felt good. 

1 comment:

  1. After reading the thickening plot of the last segment this one has finally turned into a heady stew. Great segment! Can hardly wait to see where our protagonist ends up next.