Jenny Haig was broke. Two credit card bills due next week, her part-time job would only pay enough to cover the rent, and even if she could have born the shame of asking her family for money, they weren't any richer than her. The life of a scholarship student.
She thought she had a way out of the dilemma, though. It was something the bookish girl would never have done – would never have even thought of – except that she really really needed the money.
The week before, laying on the campus lawn to read the assigned chapters of a Dickens book for her English class, she'd noticed a guy in front of her surfing the Internet on his wireless laptop and peeked over his shoulder just out of curiosity.
He was looking at porn.
She'd been about to turn away in disgust when a couple words on the screen caught her eye.
"We pay $3000 for amateur lesbian videos."
It was an easy way to make all the money she needed. But working up the nerve to broach the subject with any of her friends was just beyond her.
She had a cheap web cam for her bulky old desktop that she'd got as a bonus from signing up for an internet service, she could make the video... if only they wanted video of just one girl!
Jenny could do that. She didn't think of herself as porn star material, by any means. But she had nice legs, and kept herself slim, and she took good care of her long brunette hair. If she was only a B cup, well, some guys liked smaller breasts. And besides, she'd looked at that web site on her own computer when she got back to her room. Judging by the free sample pictures, they were serious about wanting amateur video. Most of the girls didn't look much different from her.
But no, she'd need a partner if she was going to do it, and finally, after a week of being too scared to even mention it to any of her friends, she thought she had an idea.
Trisha Swenson was a girl with a reputation. Not for lesbianism, but rather for the opposite of it. If rumor could be believed, she'd slept with half the boys on campus, and was actively working on the other half. But if she were even half as loose as rumor had it, maybe she'd be willing to listen to the idea.
Jenny didn't even know the girl, since Trisha was a senior and Jenny just a freshman. She'd seen her at frat parties, usually dancing naked on a table, but never met her. Somehow, that made it easier. Asking a woman she never normally spoke to was a lot easier than asking someone who she knew, and who would remember.
Where to talk to her? Well, that was obvious. Jenny went to the biggest frat party being held that Friday. Sure enough, Trisha was there – wearing a miniskirt that was more mini than skirt, and a white T-shirt that she soon enough let someone pour water over.
When that happened, Jenny was acutely aware that Trisha was much better endowed in the chest than her. She was a C cup and maybe a D, with big, prominent nipples that poked up through the tight-wet fabric of her shirt. No bra in the way, of course. And when Trish got to dancing on the table, she bent over and let the whole room see she wasn't wearing panties either.
The fur between her legs was as blonde as the butt-length hair on her head, and her waist cinched in tight beneath her voluptuous chest. But Jenny thought she could compete on legs, anyway.
Talking to her was harder than Jenny thought, though. Now that the moment was at hand, she was just too shy to actually go through with it.
Fortunately, it was a frat party. There was liquor on hand. Jenny was liberal about trips to the keg, and soon enough her inhibitions started coming down.
Even then, getting her alone was hard. Wherever Trisha went, she seemed to bring a crowd of anxious guys with her.
Finally, though, Trisha went to the bathroom. When she came back out, Jenny caught her elbow before she could get into the crowd.
"Can I talk to you for a second?" she asked.
Trish looked her up and down. "I don't know who your boyfriend is, but if you're mad about him looking at me, I don't want to hear it. If you can't keep him attached enough, it's your problem, not mine.
Jenny's eyes widened. "No! It's not that at all. Totally different."
Trisha looked at her and arched her eyebrows.
"I ... I was wondering... well, that is..."
Damn it! It was still hard, even after four beers!
Then, the thought was in her head, and she just blurted it out before her fear could catch up. "I want to have sex with you."
Trisha giggled. "You're not the first girl to ask, but I like guys. Haven't you noticed?"
Jenny blushed furiously. She thought every ounce of blood in her body must be in her cheeks. She'd actually asked someone she'd just met right then to have sex. And a woman! If anyone ever found out, she thought she'd die of shame.
And yet there was a certain pride, too – a thrill that she'd actually managed to do it, despite her shyness.
"Yeah, I noticed... I mean... well, obviously, ya know? But... I mean, not because I'm a lesbian or anything... it's just..."
"Not a lesbian? Um, you're the one who just hit on me."
"No, I mean, obviously it would be lesbian sex, but not... oh hell! Not because I want to for the sex. I want to for pornography. You know, like, amateur porn? There's three thousand bucks in it."
Trisha gave her a new looking over – appraising this time. "Amateur porn, huh? That might be different." She grinned. "Guys really do like the idea of two chicks together. I can think of quite a few guys who'd love looking at me in that kind of picture."
"Video, actually. I have a web cam, and my roommate's gone this weekend," Jenny told her.
