Author: Nimby
Title: Diary of a Porn Pro
Part: 1 An Offer You Can't Refuse
Keywords: MF, nosex

      
DIARY OF A PORN PRO
      
by
      
NIMBY
      
Copyright (C) 2011 by KGV All rights reserved.
      
All characters and events depicted in this novel are purely 
fictitious

     
AN OFFER YOU CAN'T REFUSE

People don't believe me when I say this, but the way I got into this business was a fluke. It's true. Sure, like any other guy growing up, the idea of becoming a porn movie star was a dream, but it's a dream no sensible kid tries to pursue. Let's face it; I'm no Ron Jeremy. It just happened. But then, you might want to attribute it to fate. It that's your thing, I certainly won't argue with you.

It happened like this. I was really down on my luck. I had lost my job three weeks ago and my girlfriend shortly after that. She'd had enough. I'd gone through three jobs in less than a year. It was because of the economy, but she didn't want to hear about that. When she left me, she said, "The only thing you're good at is fucking."  Turns out, they were the words of a prophet.

Anyway, it was Friday afternoon of a long, depressing week. I had just submitted my 35th job application in three weeks. The first 34 had been turned down and I could tell by the look on the personnel director's face as she scanned the application that this one, too, would end up in the round file.

"I'm sorry--"

"Yeah, I know. Nothing now, but you'll hold the application. Look, just toss it, okay? Save a little room in your files--that's gotta be a green thing."

"Look, I truly am sorry."

"Yeah, yeah--"

"Are you all right?"

"Huh?" A personnel director who was really concerned about people? No way! "Sure, I'm okay."

"Broke?"

"Broke? Naw. Let's see, I've got $37.38, my rent's paid up until the end of next week. I'm not homeless yet. Don't sweat it, sister, I'm doing just fine."

She smiled at me. "At least you've got a sense of humor. Down and out, but with a sense of humor. I like that."

I returned her smile, feeling just a little better. "Yeah, well, the laugh's on me."

"If a little money could help out, I have a small job I need done. It's personal--nothing to do with the business. I'm willing to pay a hundred dollars."

My eyebrows went up. "$100.00? I'm listening--but I won't run drugs for less than twice that amount."

She laughed, and her eyes twinkled. Yeah, I could like this one. "Today's my mom's birthday. She'll be 50, and I'd really like to do something special for her--something that she'll remember for the rest of her life."

"Sounds like a noble objective."

"You might not agree when you hear the whole plan," she warned.

"So, who do I have to kill?"

"It's not that bad. In fact, it should be fun. All you have to do is show up at Mom's place around six tonight and deliver a happy birthday strip-0-gram."

"A what?"

"A strip-o-gram. It's simple, just strip and sing happy birthday."

"Strip...you mean, take my clothes off..."

"To the buff." She grinned. "She'll be shocked, of course, but I'm sure she'll get a kick out of it. You're a hunk. It's certain to be something she'll remember until her dying day."

"And your father, I take it, will just look on and take it all in good spirit?"

"My father died ten years ago, so you see this could be quite a thrill for her."

I eyed her cautiously. "And I suppose there'll be quite a crowd gathered for this party--friends...relatives..."

"No, I wouldn't think of embarrassing her in something like that. It's just a small, intimate occasion. Only three of us. Mother, my sister, and myself."

"So, you thought that since I was destitute..."

"Not at all. I've been wondering how I could get you naked since I saw you walk in the door," she said with a pretty smile. "My mother's birthday party is the perfect excuse, don't you think?"

I glared at her, not taking her flirting at all seriously. "Could you give me the hundred in cash? It's hard to cash a check this late on a Friday afternoon."



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