This is another chapter in Part 2 of a series that began with Life in the Elysium, which you can find here - https://www.literotica.com/series/se/494113320. I strongly suggest you read the first series before starting this one. For those who just skip to the sex scenes, there will be no issue if you pick up here, but if you want to understand and enjoy the plot more fully, please take some time to read the series, as it will make more sense.
Be aware, this series includes a variety of adult situations, including bisexuality, interracial sex, light incest, group sex and other taboo subjects that not everybody may be into. If any of these subjects bother you, there's an entire site here filled with things you may prefer more. In any event, thanks for reading!
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Claire had been looking at Molly while they'd eaten dinner. Jack was way too trusting, she thought. Who was this girl? Where did she come from? Had she actually been in his classes? Could she be a plant from a rival studio?
She knew that news of Elysium Production's launch being imminent was likely to spread. And she fully expected that at least one of their competitors would be fishing for intel.
It would be easy to send a good-looking girl at Jack and have him not see the danger. Jack was impressively smart, one of the smartest men she knew, but this wasn't a question of intelligence. He was naïve, as he freely admitted, and he was also quick to like people. Those weren't necessarily bad things, but they had led to him getting burned once too often and Claire felt part of her job was to keep him from harm, even if that harm was self-inflicted. Granted, she hadn't been a big fan of Avery's at first, but Jack had been right about her. Maybe he was right about Molly.
Claire had no idea that Jack had already fucked Molly, but even if she had known, she'd still have been skeptical. That was why she had insisted, from the beginning, that they record this interview. While the crews had boxed up and shipped home the big, body rigged 16k cameras, there were still a pair of 4k handhelds in the office. Claire set one of those up, making sure the lighting was appropriate, and started rolling. They got a copy of Molly's identification and had her speak her full name and permission into the camera as they started.
Molly and Ainsley sat at the table in the room, the camera able to see and hear both of them, and Claire sat behind the workstation. She was surreptitiously feeding all of Molly's contact information into Sinclair's systems, requesting a background check from Chris Stoneman's crew, and then logging into the admin account she'd 'obtained' at Georgetown, to verify Molly's class schedule, athletic status and that she'd had classes with Jack in the past.
"First, before we discuss anything, let me make it clear that I'm just the assistant production manager. I've never hired or fired anybody at the production company, largely because we've only been around a little under a month," Ainsley said. "I'm a dentist by trade, and I'm brand new in the business. But I know that our owner, Nyla Sinclair, is always looking for new talent, and if I get a good feeling about you, I'll be happy to put in a good word. I've heard a lot of bad things about adult film recruiters and how they take advantage of people, and I want to be clear we're not like that," she added.
Claire looked at Ainsley and appreciated what she was doing. She was glad Ainsley had made that speech, because if she hadn't, Claire would have. She knew Nyla trusted Ainsley, even though they'd only known each other a short time, but Claire felt responsible for the company -- both companies -- and wasn't going to let Ainsley promise this girl the world when she didn't have the authority.
Molly, for her part, understood and shook her head. "Look, I'm not looking to sign a contract or anything. I really just wanted to talk to somebody in the business, to find out if this is something I could really do. When Jack offered this afternoon to introduce me to you, it was a dream come true. So, even if this doesn't work out, thanks for being willing to talk."
Ainsley smiled. Molly was really quite pretty, at least what they could see of her, and Ainsley appreciated her honesty. Ainsley knew, though, that there were millions of pretty girls in the world, but not all of them were cut out for adult movies.
"What makes you interested in porn?"
Molly sat for a moment and thought. Claire added another plus to her book, simply for taking the time to think before answering. Claire really hoped the background check would come up clean. So far, she'd verified her class schedule and background through Georgetown's systems. Everything checked out. There were records of her class schedule, her athletic scholarship that had been cancelled last year, and she was indeed enrolled in Jack's strategic management class.
"There are a couple of things. I used to be an athlete, and I enjoyed the attention. I liked being watched while I performed and knowing that there were stands full of people watching me, cheering for me, enjoying what I was doing. That always gave me a rush. I miss it," Molly said, a bit wistfully. It had been two years since she'd been on the mound, and every day she felt what she had lost.
"Well, being watched is certainly an important part of this business," Claire said, apparently tapping notes into the computer, but really just querying the AI to see if she'd missed anything in the Georgetown data.
"When I started watching porn as a teenager, I was drawn to the alt stuff. I've always loved tattoos, and as soon as I was old enough and got my gramma's permission, I started getting them. I love my body, love the way it looks, and tattoos are just another way of making my body mine. I like the way I look, and like I did when I was playing softball, I want people to look at me," she said.
Ainsley adjusted herself in her seat. "At some point, I'd like to see your tattoos," Ainsley noted. Molly was covered in material right now, and the only tattoo visible were letters on her fingers, but she couldn't read what they said.
"Of course, you want me to strip now?" Molly started to stand up, but Ainsley put a hand on her arm and kept her in her seat.
"Let's wait til we're done with the interview," she said. "Not that we're not all eager to see you've got under there," she added with a smirk.
"Right! Sorry," Molly said, blushing. "I guess I'm a bit excited."
"Nothing wrong with that," Ainsley said, smiling at her. "How sexually experienced are you?"
The question hung in the air. At the same time, Claire got a positive hit on Molly's name in a criminal history database. She verified it was the same Molly Ross -- the name wasn't that uncommon -- and it was. She had been arrested for assault four years ago, right before she left for Georgetown. She had apparently gotten into a fight and put someone in the hospital. It wasn't clear what the incident was, but it appeared to have been some kind of a domestic dispute. She started fishing for more information.
That question took Molly aback for a second. Not so much that it was asked -- it would be like asking a plumber in an interview how many toilets he'd installed -- but the way in which Ainsley asked it. It was so matter of fact, so open. Molly wasn't used to being able to talk about sex like this with other women in such an open way. She had been raised by her gramma who was now in her eighties, and she'd not had a lot of positive female role models in her life, beginning with her mother who had abandoned her as a child, only to try and waltz back into her life eighteen years later when she'd made a name for herself playing high school sports. That had ended ... poorly. The memories made her angry, but she'd long since come to grips with the fact that other than gramma, she was alone in the world.
"How detailed do you want me to get?" Molly asked, thinking.
"As detailed as you feel comfortable with," Ainsley said
