Another story featuring Cara Janowsky, who was in charge of the public floor of the library for many years until recent circumstances forced her to take a leave of absence and possibly retire early. Things went from bad to worse for the lesbian, and it didn't help that her usually caustic personality had left her with many conquests but few friends.
She had excellent qualifications for jobs in her field, but her reputation got around fast, and no institution dealing with the public wanted to risk taking her on so she found herself taking menial jobs just to get by, and had to sell her beautiful home and move into a generic apartment. Her savings got swallowed up by attorneys as Cara tried to save her job or at least her retirement.
Cara knew she had hit rock bottom when she was working the midnight shift at a gas station convenience that got held up. She promptly quit after that and sitting around her apartment surfing the web, she saw an ad on Craig's List looking for mature women to perform in adult movies. It said MILF's and cougars were in great demand, and Cara had to look up what that meant.
"I could look motherly. I could do this," Cara told the computer screen, although she knew that once something like that was produced, it would never go away and haunt her for life, but then again it wasn't like her reputation could get much worse and in a perverse way this was like punishing herself.
Cara called the phone number and the guy that answered asked her if she had any major scars or any tattoos with misspelled words, to which Cara replied, "of course not."
She learned that the interviews would be held about 100 miles south of her place all day Friday, so she found herself driving down the thruway to be interviewed and maybe audition for a dirty movie. Her hands were shaking worse the closer she got to the address, and she kept telling herself that she had to be strong and not let herself be used by these cretins. She would only do little films - artistic ones done with class - and only with women, and younger ones would be perfect.
Cara arrived at the address which was a warehouse in a creepy section of the city, and when she entered the place it was clear that this company didn't spend much on overhead because it was even more of a dump inside than out. There were a few women sitting in folding chairs and a bored looking woman behind a shabby desk and the former librarian paused while contemplating turning around before actually going ahead with this.
Cara filled out a card that only asked for name and contact information, and after she filled it out sat down with the rest of the hopefuls, or hopeless giving the way these woman looked. The former librarian knew she looked better than most of these middle aged women, so maybe the producers would look beyond her pudgy stomach and too thick thighs.
When a woman walked out from the door behind the desk Cara got a look at what might have been where they filmed, but the lights were so bright she couldn't see much. As it turned out Cara was the next person called, so she went up to the desk and asked what room she should go to.
"The room on the other side of this wall, it's the only other room in this dump," the snotty receptionist snapped, so Cara was already seething when she walked to the door and turned the knob with shaky fingers. There were five or six people back there, almost all men in various shades of undress which Cara found easy to ignore. She went up to a guy with a clipboard who looked like he was in charge and introduced herself.
"That your stage name?" he snickered before walking around Cara like she was a piece of meat.
"No, I don't care what name you attach to me," Cara said in her management voice. "I will not have sex with any men but I will be glad to act with women, and I prefer younger women if that's possible."
"Whoa. Hold on there, Meryl Streep," the guy said in between chortles, giving her a nickname that he used from then on. "Acting? There's no acting around here, at least none I've ever seen. This is just sex, and I'm not producing any lezzie stuff right now. Just man and woman, or multiple men and a woman."
"Oh."
"Take your clothes off."
"Here?" she asked, and the guy looked to the ceiling and said yes.
"Yeah. I can see you've got big tits but who knows what they look like out of the package," the man snapped, and after trying to shield herself gave up.
So Cara unbuttoned her blouse and set it on a nearby table. She heard some muttering from a couple of the men but tried to ignore it as she unbuttoned her slacks.
"Those real?" the man asked, and when Cara asked what he meant he said, "Your tits. Are they real?"
"Of course," Cara said as she took her slacks off and stood there, but apparently when he said take her clothes off he meant all of them, so Cara peeled off the wife beater she was wearing.
"Hmm... you've got quite a pair on you, Meryl. For a little lady you're all tits," the guy said, "What size bra you wear?"
"I have no idea. I don't wear them."
"You better start or you'll be tripping on those things someday," he said sarcastically. "Not bad. Thick in the waist though. Drop the granny panties."
Cara took down her panties despite wanting to run out the door, and as she stood there naked she felt the stares from the men and heard one wise ass say, "I'd fucking do her."
"Turn around," she was told, and after she followed instructions she was told to put her hands behind her head.
Cara could feel drops of sweat trickle down her sides from her armpits, making her shiver despite the steamy heat of the warehouse, and the wisps of hair under her arms did not go unnoticed by the cretins around her who found it both repulsive and amusing.
"Okay Meryl. Not bad. Here's what I have available. I need a woman to take on two guys. That's $150. I need somebody to do anal. You get $200 for that," he explained.
"I was really hoping to act with a nice young lady," Cara interrupted.
"Me too," the man snickered and that got laughs from his peanut gallery. "Look, that's all I got except for fringe stuff which I doubt you would be interested in. You into scat? Like getting pissed on?"
"Thank you for your time," Cara said as she gathered up her clothes, and somebody who might have been this wanna-be director's assistant whispered something in his ear, causing the guy to tell Cara to hold up a minute.
"One of the guys came up with an idea, since you must want to get in the business," the director said. "We're doing something with this guy who's dressed up like a dungeon master, torturing women or pretending to. The idea is that you get your wrists bound and get your arms yanked up - making you helpless as he lashes you with a fake whip. Somebody noticed that you have a little pit hair going on, so this dungeon master is going to pluck the hairs out while you writhe around and pretend you're in agony."
