Just Call Her Queen of Porn Pt 2
Completes her Transmission to New Lifestyle
I don't much like these introductory remarks prefacing many stories. I find usually them a boring waste of time unless, of course, they save my time by putting me off the intended story altogether. This time I thought it was useful that I say something to explain the role that the commentors to Part 1 had in steering this Part 2, and eventually 3.
If you don't care to read the prefacing BS, skip down to the Synopsis.
The Synopsis is a skeletal recap of the first "Just Call Her the Queen of Porn." Another dislike of mine is to log into a serialized story only to be told I really should go into the archives to read the earlier instalments. (But I do see the need in some cases.) So, if you have not read the first instalment under this title you can get the gist of the storyline by way of this synopsis. If you don't want to read the synopsis either, then skip all the way down to the first XxXxXx breaker where the story resumes.
PREFACING BS. My apologies for irritated some readers who criticized me for not saying it was a Part 01 at the start of the original story. I clearly should have, but I just didn't realize I would get so long-winded.
'Just Call Her the Queen of Porn' was only the fourth story I had ever published so I was very interested in the feedback. Judging from the prior 3, I was sure the ratings would be all over the place. They were. I got 27 in the first 24 hours. 5 were very positive and 3 others I saw as positive with suggestions for improvement. All 8 of those were from named reviewers.
There were 4 that were neutral, but named. 6 were clearly negative but gave no idea as to why and all were anon. 4 were negative for specified reasons and half of those had names.
Two reviewers commented that it was stupid for me to say I would continue after reading the comments. Turns out it really wasn't. One reviewer suggested that I have Guy discover the truth when his ambulance was called to an emergency. Dunkirk suggested that Guy would be OK with his wife's fucking around when he saw the money she was making. Another reviewer sympathized with husband Guy and suggested I tell the next chapter from his perspective. Those ideas significantly impacted Part 2, and 3. Thank you for those contributions.
SYNOPSIS OF PART 1. Kayleigh Winston, a hot young lady, is job hunting. With husband Guy's reluctant approval, she interviews for a job in the Adult Film arena. The Director is immediately smitten by her beauty and puts her on the fast track. He asks her to strip naked for him and she does not hesitate. He escorts her around the studio to meet the entire staff. They return to his office where he tells her, still naked, that he wants her and explains the pay & benefits. He tells her no employee would ever lay an inappropriate hand on her person. She gives him a permanent hall pass to be inappropriate with her anytime. He accepts. They have a quickie before she heads for home, while thinking through how much she will tell hubby to get his buy-in to the new lifestyle she has determined that she is going to live.
XxXxXx THE END OF A VERY EXCITING DAY XxXxxX
Guy Winston got home from the fire station and pulled into his garage just after 6:30 pm. His wife Kayleigh was already home, and he heard her turning off the shower upstairs. He turned down the pan with loose hamburger frying in Worcestershire sauce. YUMM.
She had already boiled some elbow macaroni and he knew that meant her famous goulash. Well, it wasn't world famous or anything like that, but it was famous enough with him and that was what mattered. She had earlier chopped some lettuce and a tomato, adding a sliced cucumber, to make the salad for a simple dinner.
She tripped cheerfully into the kitchen, all fresh from her (unusual) predinner shower. She put her head up to afford a nice married kiss on the lips of this tall, handsome, dark-haired man of hers as they exchanged greetings. "Well, don't keep me in suspense honey!" he said.
"Goulash will be ready in 10. I'll tell you all about my hot interview over dinner." She would of get to decide how to define the word 'all'.
After a quick pass at table grace, she starts with her carefully rehearsed story. "I drove down to a place on Pine and was taken into the office of Manford something or another, I'll have to get that right. He told me all about the job opening. Turns out we were kind of right to be a bit suspicious. The job is working with writing and editing scripts, at least to start with. But he said they do like to gradually try to get the prettier girls into some bit parts in the skin flicks. He said some of them work up to being real salaried actresses. Learn on the job." She stops right there to assess the climate.
He nodded sagely, "Obviously Kayleigh Winston will be one of those prettier ones. I told you that was what they were up to." But he did not out and out lose it as she had feared. He mouthed a forkful of goulash. "So...?"
"So...I think I have a job, if I take it, hon. $20 an hour to start and I can come on board right away. We can deal with the skin flick issue later on, don't you think?" She kept right on, not waiting to engage him in the talk. "It was really SO flattering Guy! I even met the top boss, Director Mason and he seemed to like me.
"He said I was 'well put together', it made me feel special. But it also made me feel kind of nervous like he was expecting me to get into the filming part right away. I certainly discouraged that line of thinking and I showed them some of my script writing from my college years.
Guy sat there, pensively as he finished off his dinner. She really does want to do this, he could tell. She was bubbling over, and he always want his darling wife to be happy. On a pragmatic level, he knew she wasn't going to get $20 an hour anywhere else, and they could really use that.
"Honey, if you want to try this, it's your decision. I am sure you will do fine with the script editing. But it is those acting tryouts that make for the 800-pound gorilla in the room isn't it? How are you feeling about them?"
"They stressed that it was totally up to me, although I felt like he was already sorta trying to do a bit of a sales job on me. I got the idea that he would enjoy seeing me topless at some point. But the Director himself made a big point of telling me that no one on his staff would ever lay a finger me. He said that even included him. They are in the screen actors guild I think it's called and that would be strictly against the rules."
"Mrs. Winston, your husband knows you pretty well you know. I think you have made up your mind. You want to give this a try, don't you?"
She answered with a quick and enthusiastic "YES!" She knew he could usually pretty much read her mind and she wouldn't get away with faking a reluctant 'maybe just a little' kind of response.
Before going to bed, Kayleigh surreptitiously texted her new employer, Director Mason. "I am all yours sir!" adding a heart emoji. In two minutes, she got a short reply. "8:30 Monday, be there and get bare."
XxXxXx THE START OF A VERY LONG WEEK XxXxxX
On Monday she was in the parking lot at her new place of employment by 8:15, excited to say the least. She was not bare. Five minutes later Director David Mason walked by and startled her by tapping his knuckles on the roof of her car. "More than on time I see, my lovely lady. Follow me into my den."
She suppressed a squeal of pleasure and piled out, not even bothering to lock up. They just walked in and went straight through into his oaken inner sanctum. "No guards, no locks, no passwords..." she teased.
"That reminds me, today we will get you face-identified so that you can come in this office at any time, no hassle. You won't even have to check with my PA. She knows who owns me now. Well, she will before the morning is over." He patted her on the front of her hairdo in a paternal way that immediately made her moisten up down below.
He pulled her into him and began a long kissing embrace complete with much moaning and groaning in both male and female octaves. "Have I told you lately that I love you?" he says.
"Not for days, sir." She replies.
"Well, my beloved, I will say it again. I love you young lady. And I guess I have to tell you another thing one more time... you only have 4 more minutes to get bare." He looks up at the elegant brass wall clock showing 8:26, with a smirk on his handsome face.
She hesitated, doubting she should encourage him to get so bossy, but 2 seconds later she starts ripping off her morning's outfit. "And where does a woman put her clothes when she is in her Directors office?" She asks.
