In July of 1974 when my wife Lyn was only 21, she visited her friend M who was living in San Francisco at the time. Lyn had known M all through high school, but since M had come out as a gay, he had moved to California to pursue a career as an actor.
M was a classic blue-eyed blonde-haired hunk that Lyn had had a crush on forever, but M lived in a faster lane than Lyn and had had a reputation for being wild at high school, having even fucked a girl on the front lawn of the school after the graduation prom when he was still dating girls.
There was always a bit of a competition between the two friends, extending even to see who could lose their virginity first, but M always won hands-down, and Lyn worshipped him for it.(M at 18, and Lyn at 19)
So when he invited her to visit him in SF, she begged the price of a plane ticket from her parents, and set off in high spirits.
Upon arriving in San Francisco she got a rude reception from U.S. Immigration. When they asked her how long she was staying (2 weeks) and how much money she had with her (only $50) they asked her to step aside and answer a few questions. Unknown to Lyn, she had arrived in the States not long after the kidnapping of Patty Hearst, and the two of them had the same age and same general appearance. Because of the suspicion raised by her limited means, she was detained for questioning. As well, at that time you could visit the States by just saying "Hi" and flashing a friendly smile. Nobody carried a passport, and Lyn didn't drive, so the only ID she had was a student's card from college, and a library card, so you can see how difficult it was to ascertain real identity.
Now Lyn has always had a smart-ass mouth, and when they asked her how she hoped to live on only $50, she answered, "I dunno, I'll think of something." That flippant response bought her a ticket to a strip search with a no-nonsense matron who thoroughly inspected all of her bodily orifices, and when she came up clean, she was released with a warning.
Chastened and somewhat humiliated she finally jumped into the arms of her friend M who had been waiting patiently in the arrivals zone of the airport. What they didn't know was that they were being followed by an agent of the FBI.
Now M's acting career was going nowhere and he had no green card to work in the States so he was flat broke himself, and soon Lyn's meager $50 was exhausted, and they were reduced to stealing fruit from outdoor produce stands in Chinatown. They took it as a lark however, an adventure shared by the two of them.
That is until two FBI agents showed up at M's door demanding to see "the girl". When Lyn appeared, they realized they were in error and wished her a nice stay in the States, to which a flustered Lyn replied, "I love America! I love America!"
Now with no money and the threat of being further investigated over their heads, they needed to find a source of cash, and that's when M confessed to Lyn that he had turned some tricks with gay Johns to make money, and had even appeared in some gay smut films, loops as they were called back then. Lyn told him she didn't think she could prostitute herself, but when M added that the porn producers paid cash the same day and were always looking for new girls she said she might. M said he could introduce her to the agency he had used, and when he gave her one of his winning smiles and said, "C'mon it'll be fun," with a nudge, she said okay, and they left on foot immediately, hopping on a cable car for a free ride down Powell Street to the Market street area.
Market Street at that time was sleazy, full of dingy porn shops and peep shows, and a lot of hookers hung out at strategic intersections, and Lyn hung onto M's arm in wide-eyed shock over her whirlwind tour of the seamy underbelly of San Francisco.
They stopped in front of some stairs leading up to a tiny second-floor office. Tru-Talent was written on a sign hanging next to the door. They let themselves in and entered into a waiting room area where four other girls were already seated in various states of boredom and general torpor.
There was a desk at the far end of the room and M led Lyn past the girls, who squawked out, "Hey wait your turn," and other spurious comments, and stopped in front of the paper-strewn desk to confront Mabel the receptionist. She recognized M right away, and asked him, "Where ya been Honey?"
He answered, "I've been around Mabel," before inquiring if there was any work available.
Mabel looked at the blonde Adonis is front of her and grumped, "What a waste," before telling him that they weren't turning any gay loops at the moment but that they were looking for girls.
M turned on the charm and said, "Do you think Bob would see my friend here; we're kinda hard up for cash at the moment."
At that time runaways and would-be starlets were arriving in San Francisco by the dozens every week, and the opportunities to exploit all these young, naïve, and destitute individuals by unscrupulous underworld figures were legion and the fledgling porn industry was not above getting its share of all the new "talent", so when Mabel heard "hard-up," she immediately thought, "works-cheap," and with a syrupy smile she instructed M and Lyn to have a seat and picked up her phone.
Less than 30 seconds later, she gave a nod to M, adding that Bob would see them in a minute.
While they were waiting Lyn faced down the false smiles and sneers of the other girls who were put-off by their line-jumping, and Lyn couldn't help but notice how trashy the girls were dressed and made up. And then she noticed that a couple of the girls seemed quite young. She whispered to M that she wasn't wearing any make-up and M tried to reassure her saying, "It's okay, they like fresh looking girls."
They waited about five minutes in their forlorn surrounding before the door to Bob's office opened and a buxom young and somewhat disheveled blonde came out, rearranging her clothes as she did so. Lyn gave M a wide-eyed look at the implications of the girl's actions, but M just shrugged and said, "It's a jungle."
A minute later, a short balding man with a noticeable paunch appeared in the doorway and M immediately jumped up and extended his hand to Bob, who took it while mouthing, "Good to see you, good to see you" while casting a critical eye over Lyn.
M introduced Lyn saying, "Bob, this is my friend Lyn, from Canada."
"Well come in to my office, come in. Any friend of M's is a friend of mine," and he ushered them into his grungy lair with a gentle touch on Lyn's firm derriere, closing the door behind them, before taking his place behind his coffee and cigarette stained desk.
"Well what have we got here," Bob said smiling vacantly at them both.
"We need some work Bob and Mabel said you were looking for girls," M implored, while Lyn tried her best to smile and look radiant.
"She new," asked Bob?
"Fresh as today's news," M answered.
"She fuck?" Bob asked bluntly.
"Like a mink," M assured him.
"Suck?"
"You kidding," retorted M, "Look at the big mouth on her. She can suck a golf ball through a garden hose."
"She take it in the ass?"
"She could," said M while ignoring Lyn's foot nudging his in protest, "Sure, but we're talking extra there."
"Okay," said Bob, "I'm interested. Let's have a look." And then he fixed his gaze on Lyn, who just sat there.
"Well Honey, you gonna show me what you've got?" he spat out leaning forward across his desk.
"Huh?" spouted Lyn;
"Strip Baby! I gotta see the merchandise ya know. This is the flesh trade after all."
M kicked Lyn to spur her to action, and Lyn suddenly jumped up mumbling, "Ah sure, of course," before stating to undo the buttons on her Levis, before suddenly remembering that she hadn't put on any panties that morning;
"Ummm, I'm not wearing panties," she said sheepishly.
"All the better," said Bob leaning back in his chair preparing to take in the show.
So Lyn wiggled her jeans over her slim hips and pushed them down to the floor, before kicking them off, and then she grabbed to bottom of her top and dragged it up over her head. She never wore a bra, and her little A-cup tits stood out proudly.
Totally nude, she smiled wanly, and said, "Tah-dah," while waving her hands above her head.
"She's a carpenter's dream," drawled Bob, "flat as a board, and easy to nail. Turn around Doll, lemme see your ass," and Lyn did so, wiggling it a little for good measure. "Very nice, very nice indeed," before adding, "Why don't you scoot around here Doll, and have a seat on my desk."
Lyn did as she was asked, wondering how many other girls had sat on that spot.
"Now spread 'em," barked Bob, and Lyn obediently parted her thighs to reveal her intimate parts to a stranger's lecherous look.
"Nice, nice," said Bob, "Love the meaty cunt lips. Guys dig a generous looking taco," before asking, "Looks wet too. Mind if I check?"
And without waiting for an answer he promptly stuck a finger in Lyn's vagina, and wiggled it around, while Lyn gazed off into space thinking to herself, "This is the second time since my arrival in the States that a stranger has probed my vag."
"Nice and wet," exclaimed Bob as he leaned back satisfied with his inspection, "might have to tidy up the bush a bit. The camera needs to see pink easily."
"No problem," said M, before Lyn added eagerly, "I can shave it all off if you like!"
