I never thought I would ever write about this. But it has been the most turbulent time of my life. The cocktails of emotions -- rage, humiliation, arousal, love, anxiety -- there's nothing like this. And it's all surrounding my girlfriend, the love of my life, Zoey.
My name is Damien Crowe. I worked as a technician in a local factory. I used to earn enough money to support myself and my girlfriend, Zoey Brooks, who is going to college. We decided that she would finish college first. Then, I would return to college to finish my remaining credits while she supported me.
But I lost the fucking job. While my savings and her odd jobs here and there could float us for enough time, her college fee cannot be paid like this. I wanted to get some odd jobs too while looking for a well paying job in the meantime. But she was insistent that I focus my entire time on job hunting. She will figure out a way. I was not sure how she planned to do it. Even both our parents are going through a rough patch these days. Fuck this economy.
One day, she came home from her waitressing shift. It was 7 p.m., and I was sitting at the kitchen table on my laptop, writing a job application -- probably the hundredth one of this week.
"Hey babe," Zoey came from behind and hugged my back. She started kissing my neck and snaking her right hand inside my sweatpants. "Aww! Looks like you were thinking about me."
"Hey, cupcake. Nah, I was thinking about your grandma. Ouch!" she bit my earlobes. A little too hard for being playful.
"So how was work? Anything interesting happen? How many got your spits today?"
"Well, I left work early. I met someone." she released me and dragged a chair to sit beside me. She had a look of dropping a bomb. As I expected, she took both my hands in her lap and pressed the fire button. "I have something to tell you, baby. This can be good news if you take it well. You don't have to agree with me, but you have to promise to listen and give it a thought."
"Okay, I promise. Drop it. My bomb shelters are ready." I wasn't nervous about what she was about to say. I was confident about our relationship, and you couldn't be poorer than broke. There was nothing that could fuck me over at that point.
"Serious, honey. You remember Jaden from college?"
"Jaden Wallace? Black guy, basketball team?" Jaden lived in the same floor of my dorm. We weren't exactly buddies but nodded while passing. He dated a roommate of Zoey. So, she was probably closer to him.
"Yeah, him. He texted me in the morning. He wanted to meet. I thought he was hitting on me, but he said he had a job opportunity for me. So, I had a coffee with him." Zoey said in a nervous tone. I couldn't figure out why. What's the big deal? Unless he asked her to be in a porno.
"That's great. So, what's he up to lately? Got into NBA and wants you as his agent?" I joked.
"No, he is a porn director." Boom. There's the bomb. Citizens, evacuate to the shelters immediately.
"Oh hell no!" I remove my hands from her lap.
"Babe, you promised to listen to the whole thing," she wore her pleading face. Goddammit.
"Okay, okay," finish then.
"I will not be the pornstar. I will be the studio assistant. Hannah (her college roommate, Jaden's girlfriend) told him I was in a bit of a jam. So, he wants to do me a favor. The money is good. I told him I will do it only if you are okay with it."
"You should've started with that. It's a lot less 'hell no' than a pornstar. Still I am not so sure about it."
"The job is as regular as any. It's an amateur studio. So, only three stuff members. Jaden is the director, most of the time the performer himself. There's a cameraman. And I will be in charge of everything else."
"Like?"
"Like everything. Makeup, cleaning, lighting, making coffee. Nothing I can't do."
I sighed. I don't want to sound like a jealous boyfriend, which I am not. But the idea was not appealing.
"Cupcake, I don't want to stop you from working wherever you like. You know I am not that guy. But do it because you want to. Not because you have to. I will figure something out asap." I said, cupping her cheeks with both my hands.
"No, it's fine. If you lose the 'porn' part, there's nothing unusual about the job itself. So, you are okay, right?"
"Sure. But can I give you a ride on the first day and see the environment?"
"Sure. You don't have to worry about it. You can come whenever you like or facetime me. I already made it clear with Jaden. Also, he shoots behind the scene videos too. We can watch them together if you like."
"Oh that's great actually," Not that I doubted my girl even a little. But learning firsthand about the operation would surely keep me at ease.
"So, you are okay?"
"When do you start?"
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I drove to the suburban area. I picked the right house on google map and parked outside. Zoey looked giddy on the outside. But I knew that she was actually nervous about the whole thing. She dressed casually for the first day at a job and looked stunning in that. The short, flowery sundress matched the bright day. Its hem stopped well before her knee, showing her long sexy legs. The dress had thin straps for the shoulder, so she couldn't wear a bra underneath it. Very few women could pull the amount of cleavage she was showing while still being classy.
