Promise to stay in touch

It’s charming that he doesn’t know who I really am, and I decide to keep it that way. I would like to see if I can help him, though.

“Tell you what, Steve,” I say, “why don’t you give me your number? One of us will surely make it big, and I definitely won’t forget that you were the one who got me started here on my first day.”

He smiles broadly as he pulls out a piece of paper and write his name and number. This gives me another chance to glance at his crotch. When I said that one of us would “make it big,” I really wondered whether he was as impressive between the legs as he suggested, or if that was more male braggadociosness. I resolved to check on his application and see if that kind of information was provided.

After waving goodbye to Steve, I faced the front door of the studios, took a deep breath, and walked in. A receptionist at a welcome desk smiles as she sees me.

“Welcome to Cum On Productions, where we put the ‘cum’ in ‘welcome.’”

I roll my eyes. Someone needs to do something about that line.

“Good morning,” I say. “I’m Kathy Karley. This is my first day working here.”

The receptionist beams at me. “Oh, I’m so glad to meet you! Welcome! I’m Doris, and we’ve all been looking forward to your arrival. I’ve heard so much about you!”

“You have?” I ask, surprised. “From my parents?”

She shakes her head. “No, I’m afraid I haven’t had a lot of interaction with them; they’re always so busy! But your brother has told me all about you!”

I am immediately suspicious. “Oh, he has, has he?”

The smile never leaves her face. “He’s such a nice man! You’re fortunate to have such a brother. He has spent hours helping me with my acting — and he does it on his own time, too!”

I nod with a tight smile. “That sounds like Jeremy. Probably burns a lot of late-night oil in those ‘acting lessons,’ doesn’t he? A few all-nighters, I’m guessing?”

Doris nods enthusiastically. “And he never complains that he’s too tired or doesn’t have the time! And when you consider all the other women he is helping, it’s a wonder he has any time for himself!”

“Yeah, he’s a real altruistic fellow, my brother,” I say. My sarcasm is lost on Doris, whose broad smile has not wavered one iota since I walked through the door.

“Well, it’s nice meeting you, Doris. I’ll just find my way to the office. Best of luck in your ‘acting lessons.’”

I leave the vacant-brained beauty and walk to the door marked “Main Offices.” Inside, I see an older woman seated behind a desk. Behind her are doors to offices and conference rooms. I see one door for each of my parents and my brother, and I wonder if one of the other doors is an office for me or if I will have to start with something smaller.

The woman stands when I enter the room and extends a welcoming hand. “You must be Kathy,” she says. “I’m Amber. I’m the executive assistant here.” She goes on to explain that she was once an actress with the studios. It’s hard for me to imagine this matronly woman in a porn scene. As she speaks, she is the very picture of professionalism and could just as easily have fit in at the office of a national bank. Still, the beginnings of wrinkles on her face do not fully disguise the underlying beauty, and despite her advancing years, her body still retains hints of the features that would have made her successful in the industry.

“I was actually in the first movie your father appeared in,” she tells me, proudly. “If you watch Indiana Bones and the Temple of Virgins, in the third scene, where your father stumbles into an Amazon bathhouse and gets mobbed by twenty virgins, I was the third one he ended up fucking!” She smiles proudly at the memory. “When I felt that big prick go into me, I knew he had the makings of a big star! I never imagined I’d end up working for him here, though!”

You might think I’d be very uncomfortable hearing about my father’s sexual exploits, and I have to admit that it is still a wee bit creepy for me, but when you grow up in the house of two porn stars and you are the younger sister of a porn executive, you kind of get used to these sorts of things after a while.

“So what am I supposed to do?” I ask Amber. “All I know is that I’m supposed to show up today, but I don’t know what my responsibilities are.”

Amber replies, “Your brother hasn’t come in yet, but he said that if he was running late that you should just feel free to hang out in his office, or you can wander around the studio and familiarize yourself with the place. It’s all up to you.”