Go to her dorm

“Tracy, would you be more comfortable changing before we go to dinner? I can’t help but notice that you’re the best dressed student on campus at the moment.”

Tracy looks around at her fellow students and smiles. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Thanks. Yeah, I typically would change between work and dinner. What about you, though?”

I look down at my attire and shrug. “That doesn’t matter; you’ve been working harder today than I have, so it’s more important that you be comfortable.”

Tracy considers this for a moment and says, “Actually, you’re about the same size as my roommate’s boyfriend. He always keeps a change of clothes in our room for when he spends the night. I’ll bet he wouldn’t mind if you borrow them.”

She leads the way toward her dorm, and I join her, delighting in the way that she is warming up to me and beginning to treat me more like a peer than as a boss. Perhaps when I’m dressed as a typical college student, the last of the barriers between us will fall.

We arrive at her dorm, and she looks inside first before letting me in. “I just had to make sure that my roommate Sue wasn’t ‘entertaining’ her boyfriend, Bryan,” she says, by way of explanation. “They tend to go at it with a fair amount of frequency.”

“And they don’t put a sock on the doorknob or anything?” I ask, remembering that this is supposed to be some sort of universal message to roommates that something more intimate than studying is going on behind the door.

“Nah,” she says, leading me into the room and searching through some drawers. “They don’t even care if I’m trying to sleep, anymore. If you see me at work, wandering around like a zombie, it’s because I didn’t get any sleep the night before because of their moaning, grunting, and banging.”

I look on the desk and see a picture of a African-American couple. “Is that Sue and Bryan there?” I ask.

She nods. “They are high school sweethearts. They were actually virgins until they got here to college. Now that they’re outside of parental supervision, they basically go it it like rabbits all the time.”

I consider this as I look at the picture. An idea starts to take shape in my mind. “I wonder how many students lose their virginity here at college?” I ask.

Tracy looks at me and shrugs. “I don’t know... A few, anyway. I’ve heard stories. Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know,” I respond, still thinking. “Just kind of wondering if that was something we could use as a gimmick for a Cum On Productions feature.... Something like following a couple of high school sweethearts around for a week, building up to what they know will be their big night where they finally cash in their V-cards, and getting the whole thing on film.”

Tracy laughs. “It wouldn’t be a very long film, would it? That first time isn’t exactly a marathon session, as a rule.”

I grin. “True. So maybe we’d continue with them for another couple of weeks and document how they grow more comfortable with each other’s bodies as time progresses.”

Tracy looks through her closet, pulling out some items for her to wear. She says, “That might be hard finding two people who are willing to have that part of their lives shown to the whole world.”

“You’d be surprised,” I respond. “People will do a lot of things for the chance at money or fame.”

Another idea hits me, and I snap my fingers. “You know what would be really cool? What if we offered someone the chance to lose their virginity with a famous porn star? Can you imagine that? We could have some kind of contest, and the winner would get a night with the porn star of his or her choice — all caught on film, of course.”

Tracy looks at me, grinning. “You’re just full of ideas, aren’t you? Do you ever stop thinking about work? Or is it a matter of you always thinking about sex?”

I laugh and say, “Well, in my case, work and sex are one and the same.”

She hands me some jeans and a t-shirt. “I think Bryan’s clothes will fit you. Do you need a place to change, or does ‘Mr. Work and Sex Are the Same to Me’ feel comfortable dropping his drawers in the same room as his employee?”