Are you a porn enthusiast? Do you ever wonder how many naked women are on the internet? I've been unable to discover the answer, but I know the number grows daily. I'm constantly surprised to discover new women willing to bare it all for our enjoyment.
This got me to thinking, are we headed to a world where everyone does porn? What would it be like? Here's one possibility. Everyone having sex is over eighteen.
^^^
Jane was an outlier.
Her peers embraced the easy, comfortable life that existed in the USA in 2030. The world was at peace. The government provided all citizens with the basic necessities -- food, clothing, shelter, healthcare, etc. Education was free including college and post-graduate studies.
The United States was a clean and pretty place. All the noisy, messy factories were gone. Manufacturing was done in China. Mining, chemical plants, and farming were for third world countries.
Service industries were still strong. People like to dine out and the sick still needed care. The most successful and profitable industry in the United States was Hollywood and its offshoots. U.S. films and television shows were in high demand around the world. Especially, Porn.
Most Americans found that they only needed to work part-time to earn enough cash to afford the extras in their lives -- drinking and partying with friends, hobbies, and frequent vacations.
Jimmy looked in on his younger sister. Jane was in her room studying. She was a pretty girl with a fine figure, but she made no effort to highlight her appealing features. She sat at her desk wearing no makeup. Her long, blond hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail. Her clothes were functional -- bland and unflattering.
She'd never cared about her appearance and didn't make an effort. All her energy went into her studies. Her life's ambition was to become a doctor.
Jimmy playfully teased his eighteen-year-old sister. "Jane, are you really going to spend another Friday night studying?"
The tall, good-looking blond smiled good-naturedly. He looked sharp in his stylish clothes. He was heading out to party with his friends. He was going to get lucky. The fit, gregarious twenty-year-old was popular with the ladies.
"Yes, big brother. I'm studying. When you get appendicitis or need a liver transplant due to your excessive drinking, you'll thank your lucky stars that I took my studies seriously."
She didn't say that in a mean way. She liked her brother. He was a good guy. Like most people of his generation, he didn't apply himself because he didn't have to. She didn't begrudge him that.
Jane was different from her brother. Not in appearance. She too was tall, blond and blue-eyed reflecting their Swedish ancestry. She had a different attitude. Perhaps that too reflected her heritage. Her forefathers had emigrated from Sweden in the 1850's. They had gone to the Mid-West, homesteaded and become successful farmers.
She had inherited their strong work ethic. She was using it to achieve her goal of being a doctor like her grandmother whom she adored.
Her plan was derailed on July 14th, 2030 when a letter arrived at the Taylor's house. Her mother, Pauline, handed it to her when she walked in the door.
"Jane, here's a letter for you."
Her father, Price, asked, "Why are you getting a letter from the government?"
"I haven't the foggiest," Jane said. She opened the letter and read it.
Dear Ms. Jane Mae Taylor,
As you are aware, every year a national lottery is held to determine who will participate in the National Cinema Project. This program is a high priority for the federal government. Those chosen are required to give service for the good of the nation for a period not to exceed 30 days.
These activities have been deemed lawful and necessary. The funds raised are used to support federal entitlement programs. They have replaced income taxes, which in the past were collected by the Internal Revenue Service.
Current federal law holds that all citizens over the age of eighteen will be included in the lottery. You have been selected. If you have a spouse, a child or children, they and other members of your extended family made be used in auxiliary roles, such as promotional photographs and appearances, if they meet the age requirement.
You are required to present yourself to the Schwenksville, PA county courthouse on Friday, July 27th, 2030 at 1:00 p.m. for consideration in the National Cinema Project. Failure to comply with this order is punishable by fines and/or imprisonment.
Sincerely,
Alfred Redman
U. S. Secretary of Revenue
Jane looked up from the letter horrified and said, "I've been drafted!"
"What?" her mother said concerned.
Jane handed her parents the letter. Both read it. Her father was shocked. "This is serious."
Pauline said, "Oh no! Not my baby!"
"This is distressing news. Jane may be put in a pornographic film," Price said.
"What!" Pauline screeched.
^^^
The whole family gathered as usual for dinner. Jane was present as well as her parents, her older brother Jimmy and her younger brother Tucker.
Those aware of the letter were somber. At the end of the meal, Price said, "Tucker, go into the family room and watch television."
After the six-year-old had left the room, Price said, "Jane has been selected to be in the government's Cinema Project."
"Cool!" Jimmy said.
"Jimmy! How can you say that?" Pauline chastised her son. "You know what that means. Your sister will be photographed nude. She might be forced to be in a porn film. The whole country will see her naked and having sex!"
"Maybe the whole world," Price added despondently.
"I'll be humiliated!" Jane said. She started crying.
"Sorry, Sis," Jimmy said. "I wasn't thinking."
Jimmy was embarrassed by his original enthusiasm. He had seen as many of these movies as he could get his hands on. What young, red-blooded male wouldn't want to see hot, naked women having sex? He'd often imagined himself being in the videos and fucking the babes.
A naughty thought snuck into his head, "Getting to see Jane naked doesn't sound so bad".
^^^
"I'm not a magician!" Kyle Dickerson shouted as he threw a pile of photographs against the wall.
His assistants had interviewed and photographed all the morning applicant. They had been graded. All had gotten low marks. They would be suitable as background participants in orgies or as the butt of jokes in some silly "naked in public" sketches, but none had the star power necessary to make a compelling major feature.
"Do they honestly think I just point the camera at some flat-chested skank and she's suddenly Lolita? Or they can give me a soccer mom and presto! She's the next Emmanuelle?"
The director stumped about as he ranted. His chief assistant, Betty, had heard it before and let him get it out of his system. She gathered the photos, stood and said, "Maybe you'll find your muse in the afternoon cattle call."
He poured himself a whiskey and said, "Yeah. Right. Call me if you see any woman who weighs less than two hundred pounds!"
^^^
Jane joined the queue at the courthouse. She and dozens of other women stood in one line to get forms to fill out. After completing them, then they had to stand in another line and wait their turn to be interviewed. Picture a typical day at the Department of Motor Vehicles.
Betty checked on her staff, the wanna-be movie directors that were doing the grunt work. Every woman was interviewed and photographed. Things seemed to be going smoothly.
She glanced out over the crowded room. There! One woman stood out. She had star quality. She had IT! Betty recognized it immediately. A combination of beauty, allure, and attitude. Here was their feature player.
She rushed over to Jane and pulled her out of the line. She said, "Hello, my name is Betty. Please come this way."
"Oh! Okay," Jane said, startled. She had been in a stupor that self-preservation mechanism you adopt to get through boring situations.
Betty took her straight to Dickerson. As they entered his temporary office, she said, "Kyle, I have someone you're going to want to meet."
"Who?" the old man said gruffly.
Then his eyes fell upon Jane. His pupils dilated. A smile broke out on his face. "Yes. YES!" he cried out. "Come in, my dear. Have a seat." He gestured to the chair opposite his across the folding table.
He looked her over. His trained eye instantly evaluated her. He saw a young woman, tall, 5' 9" with an hour-glass figure, nice breasts and butt. She was blond with light blue eyes. She had a symmetrical, oval face and her skin had a healthy, youthful glow and was blemish-free. She exuded innocence and confidence. He could work with this fine female.
He stared at her for a long time and made her uncomfortable. Betty noticed. Her boss was the stereotypical genius who lacked manners and people skills. She attempted to allay the awkward situation. She said brightly, "Please sit, Miss...."
"Taylor. Jane Taylor," the pretty blond supplied the missing information. She gracefully folded herself into the wooden chair.
"May I have your form?" Betty asked pleasantly.
Jane handed it to her.
Kyle gushed, "You're perfect. I will make you a star. You shall be the centerpiece of our film."
"Uh oh," Betty said. She stared at the form not believing what she was seeing.
"What!" Kyle snapped. Now that he had found a suitable candidate, he wasn't in the mood for any obstacles.
"Jane, are you a virgin?" Betty asked.
"No one over sixteen is a virgin these days," the director pontificated.
"Yes," she answered and blushed. Jane's face reddened. It was embarrassing to admit that she was so out of step with the times. She explained, "Ever since I was a child, I've wanted to be a doctor, like my grandmother. I've been so focused on that I haven't had time for a social life. I figured once I got my degree there'd be time for stuff like that."
"Oh no! Why do the gods torture me!" Kyle shouted. He ran from the room. His actions scared Jane. She gaped at the crazy man.
Betty spoke calmly, "He's an artist and you know how temperamental they can be. He's disappointed that you can't be the lead in the movie. The law doesn't allow us to shoot bestiality, snuff films, child porn or the de-flowering of virgins. We can still use you in the nude photo shoot, but no sex."
