Some doubts about Cumbridge

The next few days passed and Zoe still hadn't heard from the college. Once again she began to think the offer wasn’t real and this had all been one big joke. September was only two weeks away and she hadn’t gotten any more details. She felt stupid for applying. Especially right after an orgasm…

What was I thinking? Do I really want to be some kind of pornstar?

“Why don’t you call them?” her mom asked after Zoe tried to casually mention her concern. She grabbed the cordless phone from the corridor and headed upstairs to her room. Just as she was about to shut her bedroom door for privacy, the doorbell rang and her mom called out that she was coming. Zoe lingered at her door, and waited to hear who it was. Chances were high it was simply one of her mother’s friends dropping by or that nosy Mrs. Finch from next door calling to complain about the state of their lawn again.

“Hi,” a female voice said after her mom answered the door. The voice was strangely familiar, but Zoe couldn't quite place it. “I am from Cumbridge University, I’m looking for Zoe Miller.”

Zoe turned around before her mother called for her. The coincidence was incredible. The first thing she saw as she walked downstairs was a pair of black, knee-high boots. They were accompanied by black leather pants—very shape-fitting—and an equally tight shirt and jacket. All of it looked immaculately tailored. Zoe had only seen clothing fitted that well on models or mannequins in the store. When Zoe reached the landing, she saw blonde hair tied back in a ponytail behind a pair of designer sunglasses. Zoe froze. It couldn’t be. She recognized that face.

“Zoe, right?” the woman said, removing her glasses. Zoe’s legs trembled as the face fully came into view. It was the porn actress she’d masturbated to last week. The woman barely looked any older than she had been in the video, which had been shot almost ten years ago. “I am Keira, Keira Ellis. I’m one of Cumbridge’s lecturers and also a mentor for new students. I’m here to help you get ready for Cumbridge on time.”

Zoe was speechless. Miss Ellis radiated dominance and confidence. Two things Zoe felt she lacked completely. How did she not look older? Zoe had seen dozens, if not hundreds, of skin-care commercials in her life, but she’d never once seen anyone so fully embody such youthful vitality like Keira Ellis. She looked as if she was barely in her thirties, not the fifty-seven her Wikipedia page purported her to be.

“I…yeah, I’m Zoe.” She came down the last few steps and realized she was still clutching the phone. She plopped it awkwardly back onto the cradle, and gave Miss Ellis the most self-assured smile she could muster. “Nice…nice to meet you.”

Keira smiled back and examined Zoe from head to toe. “Well, well…Seems we have a raw gem to shape.”

Zoe’s mother cleared her throat. “Well, if you need me, I’ll be in the kitchen,” she said. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Ellis.”

“Miss Ellis,” she corrected. “I sadly haven’t found the right candidate for a more…permanent…relationship. Yet.” She winked at Zoe, almost as if she knew that Zoe was aware of her profession as a porn actress while her mother wasn't, like they were in on the joke together. Zoe blushed as her mother nodded and headed back into the kitchen.

Excitement soared in Zoe. She was beginning to suspect that it was no coincidence Miss Ellis had been assigned as her mentor, nor that she’d found her interview just as she was beginning to lose confidence in applying to Cumbridge.

“Now,” Keira said, looking conspiratorially at Zoe. “You ready to shop? I doubt you have anything Cumbridge requires of their students. No offense. I sure didn’t.”