Caroline woke up around mid afternoon. The good thing about being an X-tress was that the hours were flexible; you could do as many was you wanted, or as little as you liked. As long as the agency got a cut they didn't care. Yawning, she stretched out and decided to take a shower.
She closed the shower door. "On, normal," She said out loud, and water washed over her from various directions. Thanks to the income from x-ting she had managed to get a customised shower that could spray water from almost any conceivable direction. You could also set voice commands for anything that you wanted. Caroline closed her eyes and let the shower do it's work, the water massaging her tired muscles and refreshing her. Inevitably her thoughts turned towards work again.
How long could she keep doing porn for? Viewers didn't discriminate against porn x-tresses and neither did studios, in fact, some porn x-tresses who had made the transition found that they became more popular because it became easier for the viewer to fantasise about them. Funny how the mind works sometimes. All Caroline could do was pay the bill, and do whatever she had to do until she could get that elusive big break. After all, it wasn't that bad a job. Sometimes she would interact with someone she actually liked, and she didn't have to play a part as much as just let her impulses carry her along.
"Fun." A soft jet of water splashed up from the floor, and she positioned herself over it. A moment later another jet aimed towards her breasts. This was her favourite function of the shower, a setting to satisfy her natural needs. She massaged her breasts as the water ran over them, and played with her nipples with her fingers. The water between her legs gently massaged her pussy, almost as soft as a tickle, and she felt her body start to tingle. Eventually she gave in, and let the water play over her as she remembered past experiences,
Her favourite had occurred a few months ago. A last minute job had came in just as she was about to leave for the day, so she had decided to take it. A moment later she was standing in a field, wearing a light blue dress. A gentle hilly landscape lay in front of her. She was standing on a grassy knoll surrounded by golden corn fields. In the distance she could hear the sounds of workers laughing and joking, and a gentle breeze rippled the fields as she looked on. The evening sun looked down on her, and she heard a voice from behind her, "Caroline I presume?" She turned and looked at her client. He was a handsome man, perhaps around 30, standing at six feet tall with tanned skin, bright blue eyes and light brown hair. He was dressed casually, a blue denim shirt tucked into a pair of jeans.
"My name is Joe," He stepped forward and lifted her hand up to his mouth to give a soft kiss. "Pleasure to meet you," I hope you like the scene I've chosen for this"
"It's beautiful!" Caroline looked around again, feeling her dress move with the breeze. "I've never been in a scene as nice as this."