Keep the bra on

I look up at his gorgeous eyes and detect a hint of mischief. “Nice try,” I say, pulling my fresh blouse on over my bra. “It takes a little more than that to get me naked.”

He laughs, pulling his clothes on, as well, and says, “Well, you can’t blame a guy for trying, can you? It’s not every day that I get to see someone as beautiful as you wearing nothing but underwear.”

“Seriously? You work here! You can see naked women every day! More than just see them, too, I imagine.”

Clint stands in front of the mirror, checking himself after getting dressed. I stand next to him, doing the same.

“Yeah, everyone thinks that,” says Clint. “They just assume that if you work at a porn studio, that you live the life of a porn star. I guess I kind of thought the same when I applied here, but I know better now.”

“What is it you do here, anyway?” I ask. “You’re not an actor?”

Clint snorts. “Nah... I’m the building engineer. I work with the heating and air conditioning, keep the building in good repair... That sort of thing.”

I look at him, surprised. “Really? Wow... that’s great, but I just figured with looks like yours, you’d be in front of the camera.”

He looks back at me, and I again feel myself getting lost in his eyes. “Thanks... That’s really nice of you to say. I actually applied to do some on-camera work, but....” I notice he looks suddenly uncomfortable, as if he wished that he had not said anything.

“But what?” I press him.

He looks at me for a moment, considering how much he should say. “Well, if you’re going to work here, you’ll realize this soon enough... Not every guy is cut out to do porn. We all think we’d love to do it, but very few guys can actually — well — perform in front of the camera, if you know what I mean.”

I suddenly realize what he’s talking about. I feel my cheeks grow warm with embarassment. “Oh my gosh! I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to pry...”

He holds up his hand and says, “It’s ok... It’s not like I have trouble in that department under normal circumstances. I’m fully functional, for the record.”

Involuntarily, I look down at his crotch, before realizing what I am doing. Abruptly, I look back into his face and see him smiling at me. “Yeah, the big guy does what he’s supposed to do,” Clint chuckles. “He just gets a little shy when there is a film crew and camera watching every little detail.”

“I’m really sorry,” I say, not really knowing how to respond.

“It’s all ok,” he says. “I like my job. The people are really nice, and the pay is good. Sure, I’d love to have a chance at stardom, but I’ll take what I can get.”

The conversation awkwardly drops off. I look at the clock and am amazed at how much time we have spent together. Clint follows the direction of my gaze and says, “Yeah, you probably need to get going, huh? Where are you supposed to be, anyway?”