"This must be it."
Her eyes briefly studied the piece of paper in her hand before she again looked up examining the exterior of the building in more detail. It was a simple brick building set apart from any other building and one that she had to negotiate a series of rubbish strewn, dirty back alleys to find. Later on she would tell herself that this should have been the first warning sign that a red stop light should have flashed on in her mind. But as they say hindsight is a wonderful thing.
She studied the address on the paper again and she held it in the air as her eyes compared it the information that was stencilled on the glass of the door "J.G Johnson. Agent No. 358."
"Yes this is it" she exclaimed almost dejectedly as her eyes glanced around around the rubbish strewn alley.
Torn and faded posters advertising everything under the sun adorned the walls surrounding the simple door with a small glass widow on top. On one side a pile of cardboard boxes threatened to topple over her as she slowly and cautiously made her way up the three steps that led up to the door.
"I wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't so desperate for money!" she muttered under her breath in a last ditch effort to convince herself as her hand grasped the handle of the door and with one final deep breath she pushed the door open.
She entered a small room that was scarcely furnished with a just few chairs and a tattered pot plant that had seen better days standing withered and drooping in one corner. A rather buxom brunette sat behind a counter on the other side of the room with a nail file in one hand while she appeared to be busy paying close attention to the red painted fingernails of her other hand. The door swung shut with a bang behind her frightening her and cutting off most of the sunlight from outside leaving the room in partial darkness.
"Hi."
The woman behind the counter either did not hear or was deliberately ignoring her.
"Hi!" She repeated her nervous greeting which she combined by her hand pressing on the small bell located on top of the counter for added emphasis.
It was only then that the brunettes head turned towards her. "Sorry," she replied in a southern accent "I didn't see ya there. Just busy doing some filing!" Her head turned away again to inspect her nails chuckling away at the same time at her unfunny joke.
"What can I do ya for? she asked as she turned back with her head slightly tilted as she spoke.
"Um...Hi my name is Penny... I'm here to audition for the cat food commercial..."
"The what?" Taken aback by the buxom brunette's rather confused expression Penny stood silent for a few seconds before she spoke again.
"You know the cat food commercial......the ad in the paper...." She twisted her body to rummage through the large bag she was carrying over her shoulder until she found what was she was looking for handing the brunette a torn newspaper clipping.
She turned the small clipping from the newspaper this way and that way until her eyes suddenly lit up. "Oh that ad...," her eyes scanned a paper next to the phone on the counter before she looked up again, "you just sit your pretty little ass down and I'll go tell Mr Johnson that you're here."
"OK..." before another word could leave her lips Penny looked on as woman twirled around in her chair and then slowly got to her feet. She stared in wonder as the brunette wobbled away wearing the tightest pair of leopard print leggings she had ever seen with her black high heels producing loud clicking noises as they smacked against the floorboards.
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Her foot tapping nervously as she waited for the brunette to return Penny let her eyes wander aimlessly around the room. She had just taken a long deep breath to compose herself when she was startled by brunette's voice.
"Mr Johnson will see ya now," her southern accent was more pronounced now, "did I scare you dear?"
"No, no you just surprised me a little" Penny replied as she slung her bag over her shoulder before rising to her feet.
"Just follow me."
She followed as the woman walked slowly past the counter and down into a small corridor before stopping at the second door.
"Go straight in he's expecting you."
Penny's hand waited for a few seconds after her hand had gripped the door knob before she finally swung the door opened.
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Jonah Johnson had only been in the porn business for a few years but had quickly built up a reputation as one of the brightest and most talented newcomers in the field of adult entertainment and erotica. As founder and self appointed chief executive officer of J.G. Johnson Productions he opted to sink nearly all of his available capital and even a little more into the production of his films and hence the tiny fraction that was left was spent on his office space.
Always on the lookout for the freshest and exciting new talent to star in his films he would use any legal means available to him even placing ads in the newspaper. That is how he had lured Celeste, his buxom brunette receptionist into the business and now it seems this very same method may have snagged another potential recruit.
He slipped his boot clad feet onto his desk leaning back in his chair as he watched the door to his office open through the semi darkened vision of his ray bans. The woman who walked in nearly took his breath away, so much so that he was forced to lower his sunglasses to his nose so that his eyes could tell if she was real or a mirage.
Her blonde hair was tied up into two ponytails one hanging either side of her beautiful face. She wore a top that was certainly a size too small for her showing off the sublime curves of her body. He was certain although he had no way of really knowing until she turned around that the tiny denim cutoff shorts she wore partly rode up into her delicious and tantalising ass crack.
His finger pushed up his ray bans from the bridge of his nose as he watched her extend a hand towards him.
"Hi I'm Penny."
Penny stood in front of the desk as the windowless door to the office closed almost silently behind her with a soft thud sounding ominously like a prison cell door slamming shut. She stood with her hand extended looking on as he lounged back in his chair, his feet up on his desk crossed on top of one other.
For some time Penny stood there with her hand extended as he remained unmoved in the same prostrate position though she was sure she could see his eyes flicker about wildly behind his dark sunglasses. He was about thirty five she guessed wearing a white shirt, faded blued jeans and his face was covered in about three days worth of unshaven stubble.
She was about to put her hand down when he suddenly sprung to life swinging his legs to the floor and rising quickly to his feet.
"Penny was it?" he asked as he extended his own hand.
"Yes" their hands touched briefly in a short but firm handshake.
"Jonah Johnson at your service," he waved his hand in the direction of a chair in front of his desk, "have a seat"
Penny smiled briefly before she lowered her bag to the floor and eased herself onto the chair taking some time to make herself comfortable.
"So what can I do for you Penny?"
"I'm here to audition," she said, "you know for the ad you placed in the paper."
"The ad?" he gave her a questioning look.
"You know....hang on I have it here," she bent down to rummage through her bag again until she found the newspaper clipping, "the one for the cat food commercial here it is." She leaned forward slightly placing the clipping on his desk in front him. "I desperately need the money" she added as she sat back down.
His face lit up in a smile as he briefly studied the clipping in front of him. "I think there may some confusion about-."
"What do you mean?" she did not let him finish.
Jonah got up and walked over to the front of the desk where he propped himself on the edge just in front of where she was sitting. "You see the pussy I'm talking about.....," his voice trailed off for a few seconds before he continued, "I produce porn films."
The simple statement took some time to register in her brain and she looked straight ahead for few seconds before she registered any movement. "Oh my god!," she picked up her bag and slung it over shoulder as she rose quickly from the chair, "I'm sorry to waste your time-."
"I'll pay you one thousand to audition and five thousand per scene."
Penny stopped dead in her tracks as she headed towards the door. It was perhaps thirty seconds later that she turned around to face him again taking just one step closer, "One thousand dollars - no I couldn't!"
"Make it a thousand five hundred...."
She took one step closer letting her bag slip from her shoulder to the floor as she stood there as if in a daze.
"Ah I see you interested....
"No no," she shook her head as if to clear her mind, "the money is great but I could never do it."
"At least hear me out," his hand pointed towards the chair in front of his desk for a full minute or so before she finally slowly made her way to the chair and sat down.