Calendar Girl

You make the five minute walk with John from the Benson household to what is apparently going to be your new workplace, a uniformly pleasant looking building on Main Street. It has no marker on it to give any indication of what kind of business goes on in there, but frankly you're just grateful not to have been blindfolded and driven to a mystery location in the back of a Limo.

For all John talked up the work you'd be doing as something that would set your pulse racing, your first impressions as you are led inside completely fail to chime with that. Your surroundings look perfectly nice - of course they do, this is Greenvale - but also fairly generic. This could be any well looked after office just about anywhere in America.

It seems you and your boss are the first people to arrive - well, almost. A young man walks quickly towards you, a confident smile on his dashingly handsome face. He is roughly your own age, maybe a year or two younger, and looks like a Hollywood star - perfectly built with thick, blonde hair and finely chiselled features.

You are as straight as an arrow but can recognise a good looking guy when it is this obvious.

"Good morning, Mr Benson. Good morning and welcome, Mr David"

"Please, I'd rather you call me Chuck" you tell the stranger.

"Will you look at this guy? A real man of the people isn't he?" John clasps his hand onto your shoulder proudly "Puts me right to shame for running such a formal and old fashioned ship the moment he steps into the place. Well, I'm going to take a leaf out of Chuck's book. From now on you should call me John. No more 'sir' this or 'mister' that in this office. And make sure everyone knows, okay?"

"Sure thing, John" the lad smiles "And it's a pleasure to meet you Chuck. I'm Jack. Actually, I believe you are already somewhat acquainted with my girlfriend Suzy?"

What, you mean the Suzy that Mary Lou is most likely setting you up for a threesome with even as you speak? Yeah, you're somewhat acquainted.

Oh fuck.

"I met her and her mother briefly. She seemed like a really nice girl."

"Well she was awful taken with you" Jack admits "Barely stops talking about how wonderful Chuck is. I just hope you don't go stealin' her away from me!"

He laughs a little nervously then suddenly looks aghast.

"Sorry Chuck, I was way outta line there, acting like I've gotta right to tell you who you can or can't date. If Suzy and you want to be together that's entirely your affair."

"Don't worry Jack" John reassures his employee "Chuck knows you're only kidding. Heck, I make the same kinda wisecracks about my Betsy all the time."

He sure does.

As Jack politely excuses himself to get on with whatever work it is people do in this place, John gives you a quick tour of the building. There honestly isn't that much to see. Most of it is open plan desks and there is a kitchen area, as you might expect, and a smoking room, which is of no use to you. There are two private corner offices, a modest one belonging to John and another that is far more generously sized - guess who he has decided to give that to.

"This is all yours, Sport. I hope you feel right at home here."

"Do I really need my own office?" you wonder out loud.

"That's awful humble of you, Chuck, but yes. As I mentioned before, the nature of your work requires a certain amount of discretion."

Right, here it finally is. What the fuck are you going to be doing. Let's hear it.

"Okay John, you're going to have to tell me what my job is eventually!"

"You're right Chuck, I've been teasing it long enough. time for the big reveal." he chuckles "Are you aware of the publication Modern Man?"

"The porno mag?"

He laughs heartily and slaps you on the back.

"That whack you took still let you retain the really critical information, huh? Though, word to the wise, we refer to it as an adult picture publication round these parts"

Is he seriously telling you he works for a porn mag right out of Greenvale Main Street? Surely there's no way? Frankly your hitman theory seemed more plausible.

"You're saying we work for Modern Man?"

"Work for them is the correct term, yes. We work with the publishing industry and they're one of our main clients. The company itself is based all the way up in Illinois - that's where all the exciting stuff happens. We look after some of the more mundane but equally necessary tasks for them - balancing the books, legal and licencing matters and the like. I'm sorry to say we've never had a visit from Jayne Mansfield."

"Oh, I see."

So it's a dull job that is vaguely linked to a cool one. Never mind.

"Except..." he pauses dramatically then breaks into an almost mischievous smile "I have a slightly different task in mind for you"

"You're teasing me again John."

"Guilty!" he smirks "I'm just so excited to see your reaction and what you're gonna do with this. Wait here a second"

He leaves the room momentarily then returns with a big black book and a professional looking camera.

"Here., your new bible and the tool of your trade!"

He tosses the book for you to catch and places the camera down on the desk in front of you. You open the book to find several pages worth of black and white photos of fully clothed women who look like models but are dressed very ordinarily. Then, as you flip further through the pages, you start to see faces you are sure you passed in the street yesterday. Next you come across Nurse Jones. Then Suzy and Sue, followed by Mary Lou and even Betsy. What the fuck is going on here?

"John, I still don't understand this."

"You can't have failed to notice how beautiful the women in this town are. Well, with attitudes towards sex starting to change and people becoming less fuddy-duddy about things like nudity, it seems to me we have a golden opportunity for the town and some of it's female residents. I had my friend Phil from the Greenvale Gazette take photos of as many of 'em as possible under the guise of a potential local news article. That was a little devilish I suppose, but I wanted to test the water. When I sent the shots over the good folk at Modern Man they must have fallen off their chairs they were so excited about them."

"I see"

"The thing is, if I go asking the ladies in this town to take their clothes off for me, I'm likely to get myself slapped silly. But seeing your way with women and how they respond to you. Well, you're clearly the right man for the job."

"So what do you want me to do exactly?"

"Check out your Bible here first, then take a wander around town - not every girl got photographed and some may look better in the flesh. See who catches your eye and ask if they would like to try their hand at modelling, easing them into the nudity part of it gently."

"Okay..."

"Then it's all up to you how you do the shoots. The magazine liked the idea of linking the pictures with an authentic slice of life in a Midwest town. So, not to lead you into anything, but if you chose Nurse Jones it might be good to have the shoot at the surgery. Maybe start with some shots of her in her nurses uniform. Or some of it at least..."

He trails off for a moment, a dopey smile on his face, before catching himself and springing back into action.

"Though that's just me thinking out loud. You have complete creative freedom for this entire project - the poses, the setting - shoot 'em however you like 'em"

He gives you a wink.

"So you want me to be a soft pornography photographer?"

"Adult pictures. Chuck" he reminds you with a friendly slap on the back "And yes. Way I see it, you're the only man in town who is up to the task. I've never in my life known women to respond to a fella the way they do with you. Of course, it goes without saying you will need their full permission before doing this, and don't go putting pressure on anyone if they are at all uncomfortable with the idea, but I just have a feeling you'll be able to talk most of them round. And this will be to everyone's benefit. It could be a goldmine for us and make these girls rich too, maybe even famous, as well as putting Greenvale well and truly on the map. Adult picture publications are going to be a boom industry come the sexual revolution, you mark my words, and we want to be right there at the forefront of it."

"Betsy and Mary Lou are in here?"

John rubs the back of his neck. This does seem to make him a little uneasy.

"It would hardly be fair to put all the other girls in town forward for this and not the two dearest to me. If you choose them and they are happy to pose for you, so be it."

Jesus, did you fall on a lucky horse shoe and get it wedged up your ass when you got knocked out? This is the greatest job anyone has ever had.

"Okay, thanks for trusting me with this, John. I'll give it my best shot,"

"I just know you'll knock it out of the park, Champ!" he smiles, then starts to look a little awkward again "Now, regarding the work I do here, I hate to sound like the boss from hell, but I do have one strict rule that nobody here ever enters my office. My work is highly confidential and for my eyes only, though the truth is it would bore you to tears anyway."

"Sure, that's fine with me John"

Seriously, how confidential can balancing the books of a porn mag be? But what do you care anyway? You're just itching to start your own job.

Once John has left to busy himself with his top secret accountancy work, you settle happily into your seat and begin flipping through a book full of photos of impossibly gorgeous women and start deciding which ones you would most like to see naked. Your office door then opens to reveal a real life hottie in the flesh.

"Good morning, Chuck"

"Uh, good morning...."

"I'm Connie. I'll be your secretary and personal assistant here."

Really? As beautiful as she is, that's going to be pretty damned awkward considering your line of work.

"Shouldn't you be working for John?"

"I was, but I asked if I could be transferred to you and he was very obliging. He never needed much help from me anyway."

"I'm not sure I do either, if I'm honest."

You really do hate to turn her away, but what is she going to do? Strip the models for you before you shoot them.

Actually, that would be pretty hot.

She saunters over and perches herself on your desk right in front of you, crossing her legs in a manner that gives you a close up glimpse of her delicious looking thigh, which is covered only by the thinnest of pantyhose.

"I can understand why you would think that, Chuck. But I like to see myself as more than just a secretary. My job is to anticipate and fulfil all of your needs, whatever they are. And I don't see my role as existing only between these four walls or ending at five o 'clock. I can be there for you anytime, anywhere for anything. You may as well have me call you Master" she giggles flirtatiously "In fact, it might be kind of cute if you did."

You really aren't sure what to say to this. You are mostly concentrating on ensuring the tent you are now pitching in your trousers remains fully obscured by your desk.

"Listen, Chuck" she places her hand on your shoulder and leans down towards you. For a moment you think she is actually going to kiss you. You wouldn't have stopped her if she did "I can see you are your own man and might feel a little sceptical about the idea of having me fussing all over you. But I'm very good at what I do and it would be such a thrill for me to work under you. Just give me a chance, you'll soon see what I can do."

Talk about an offer you cam't refuse.

"Sure, I'd love for us to work together"

"Thanks Chuck, you won't regret it!" she hops off the table and walks to the door "I should probably get out of your hair now and leave you in peace but, before I do, is there anything I can do for you. Anything at all?"

Should you ask? You really want to ask. She's still looking at you expectantly.

It surely can't hurt to ask.

"Have you ever thought about modelling, Connie?"