"This is going to be more involved than I thought. I'm nervous about tomorrow. Do you think I made the right choice?"
My girlfriend, Clara, did indeed sound nervous. We were both in bed for the night, and she was looking over the expectations of her duties for her new job, which she started tomorrow.
"Hon, you have nothing to worry about. You're more than qualified for this new job. More than that, you're a perfect fit for it. You do still want to do it, right?
"Absolutely! You know I do. With this pay, our lives are going to be different. It's just unorthodox, so it's giving me butterflies. I just want to do well."
It was an unorthodox job for sure. Clara had been a certified nurse for about three years now, and was making about $90k in that job, which was great. Recently, she ran into an old friend of hers from her college days named Pete. Well, sort of friend. He had dated Clara's sister. Anyway, Pete had been considering hiring a certified nurse to work for his company. The unorthodox part was that his company made porn films. Pete needed to hire a new nurse staff member to make sure the male performers were physically capable of performing to his companies standards, which were apparently quite high for the industry. He also wanted to make sure whoever he hired could perform massage services if needed, and would be able to be an on site esthetician. It seemed to be a job custom made for Clara. She had become a masseuse to help pay her way through college, and was a certified esthetician before becoming a certified nurse. And the pay started at $190k a year, plus health benefits, time off and a year end bonus.
Clara started reading from her job requirements out loud.
"So listen to this. All male performers must perform std tests on the 1st and 15th of any month which they are performing. Three days before any male performer shoots a scene, he must report to the nurse's office for a full physical to prove that he is able to perform to company standards, and receive a full body examination for any skin abnormalities. All male performers must also abstain from any ejaculation for three days before their physical exam. Male performers are encouraged to engage in sexual activity only with their spouse, other company performers, or company employees."
"Jeez, that sounds like a lot," I said. "Is that normal to have std tests that often?"
Clara thought for a second. "I doubt it. But, they do maintain some pretty high standards."
Another thought crossed my mind. "Also, why a physical exactly three days before a performance? And how is it they can put that stuff in there about sexual activity? Seems to be a little on the personal side."
"The three days thing, I don't know. I'm going to bring that up with Pete tomorrow. I'm sure there's a good reason. As far as the sexual activity, it makes sense. I mean, their business is sex. They need to do what they can to protect themselves and the performers."
I begrudgingly nodded my agreement. I could understand wanting to protect the business, but it still seemed odd to me. But, this was new territory for both us. I expected there would be a lot of things come up that we would be unfamiliar with, and need to get comfortable with.
I already had to get comfortable with Clara taking this job. Working in the porn industry already has a certain stigma with it, although I always thought that was kind of unfair. I warmed to the idea more when she assured me she wasn't performing in anything, and would be strictly behind the scenes. Real behind the scenes, not porn film behind the scenes. She had assurances she would not be expected on set unless there was an emergency, and we both took great comfort in that.
Still, the idea that she was going to have male performers around her a lot, probably naked or part way naked, was a hard pill to swallow. Clara reminded me that she'd already seen plenty of people naked in her previous jobs. She argued that made her even better prepared for this job, which was hard to disagree with.
My biggest issue was guys that do porn do so because they like to fuck, and my Clara is a knockout. She's 5'3", mid-back length black hair, caramel latina skin, 32DD and voluptuous. Whenever I thought about this, I also tried to remember that these male performers fucked hot women all the time, and they would all know that Clara is not a performer. They're all professionals, and they know to not try and cross a line. As if Clara would let them anyway. If nothing else, she was very assertive and would establish control, if she needed to.
Clara's phone started to ring. It was already after 10:00, so a little late for a phone call.
"It's Pete," she said. "I better take this...Hello?...Hey Pete, what's up?...Nope, no bother, just getting ready to go sleep here in a few...Yes, I was just going over the requirements now...I had a couple of questions, but the main one is why the physical for every performer three days before a performance?...Oh ok, that sounds good...Um, I dunno, let me ask him. Can I put you on mute for a second?...Okay, one second."
Clara took the phone away from her ear and put it on mute, then looked at me.
"Is everything okay?" I asked
"Oh yeah, everything's fine. Pete said he knows this is going to be different for both of us, and he wanted to know if you wanted to come with me tomorrow to observe and kind of be some moral support? I figured, since you're off tomorrow, maybe you would want to."
"Is he sure he's okay with that? It would be nice to kind of get a better idea of what you'll be doing. At least then I'll just know what you do and you don't have to explain everything to me."
"I agree. Plus, I'm still kinda nervous, so I would feel better knowing you're there for me."
"But..." I paused and smiled. "I'm not going into any room with naked dudes." I started laughing at myself, and Clara laughed with me.
"No silly, that would be weird for both of us. You goof!" She laughed some more, then took the phone of mute.
"Okay, he said yes...He just said as long as he's not in a room with naked dudes...Okay, see you tomorrow. Bye." Clara hung up and was still smiling about what I said.
"What'd Pete say?" I asked
"He laughed. Said no worries and he doesn't blame you." Clara laughed some more. "Okay babe, I need to get some sleep. Big day tomorrow."
I nodded and turned out the light. We spooned for a little bit, then Clara reached behind herself and grabbed my stiffening dick.
"Speaking of big..." she said, and pushed me on my back and got on top of me. She did always sleep better after a good fuck. Who doesn't? The next day was an afterthought at this point. The only thing on my mind now was this ravenous bald pussy.
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We got to the porn studio at 9:00 sharp that morning. BLO Productions. Not too subtle of a name, though I didn't know why there was no "W" in the name. Maybe it stood for something?
We walked in and the receptionist, recognizing Clara, waived us in to Pete's office. Pete stood up and greeted us as we came in.
"Clara, Jay, welcome to the studio." Pete gave my hand a firm shake, and gave Clara a hug, making sure to press himself firmly against her tits. Couldn't blame him. She was wearing a black halter top that definitely showed a lot of cleavage, a purple blazer, black belt, purple knee length skirt, and black pumps. Internally, I wondered if she should wear something less revealing, but maybe she was trying to embrace the work environment.
"Please, have a seat, both of you," Pete gestured to the two black leather chairs in front of his desk. I noticed he had a number of what must have been porn awards on a display behind his desk. There was quite a few.
