They get started

"That's what I'm talking about!" Stanley said. An old couple passing by gave them a dirty look. "This is so cool. Can I be your manager?"

"I don't see why not," Claire said with a shrug. "If you know the industry, I mean. I was just in that one scene, so I don't actually know all that much."

"Well I do!" Stanley lied. Well, he figured he watched enough porn that he could probably help. And he was a little league baseball coach, which is basically the same as a manager, right? "I know exactly how to get you back into porn-ready shape. Let me do some research on money stuff, and then we can get started."

Claire clapped, giddy. "That's so exciting. What should I do?"

Stanley rubbed his chin, considering. "Maybe think of this as exercise. Get as much experience as you can. Work on how to get guys off fast and slow. Be seductive, and be in control over his dick. I want to get you thinking of this as a lifestyle, not just a job. We're gonna make you the best damn porn star you can be!"

His infectious enthusiasm got the better of her and she was grinning, but one thing tripped the whole thing up. "What about my boyfriend? He knows I've done a lot of guys, but not since I've been with him."

"Actors kiss people on screen all the time, don't they? I bet they also have to practice off screen and their boyfriends and girlfriends don't care. It's just acting." Stanley had an answer for everything. He could really do this. "Don't you want to live up to your name anyway, fuck-machine? You won't let anything get in the way of your ambition, right?"

She nods with determination. "Okay, Manager, what's step one?"

"Step one, we test your skill. I know you were an expert, but it's been a year since you've only been with the one guy. It'll help us gauge what kind of training you need to do. I want you to suck me off as fast as you possibly can. We'll see where we go from... WOAH!"

Claire pulled her uniform top up, revealing boobs he'd only seen on a screen. They were much nicer in person. After giving him a good enough look, she dove forward, yanking his pants open, whipping his dick out. She didn't hesitate for a second, plunging his dick deep into her mouth, sucking on it like she was trying to get an ice chunk up through a straw. Ever the professional, he didn't give her any advice. Yes, it was due to his professionalism that he closed his eyes and allowed the beautiful young slut to suck his dick. It wasn't five minutes before he came. She swallowed his cum before he could respond.

"How was that?" She asked, panting. She pulled down her top before anyone noticed.

"That was one of the best blowjobs I've ever had," Stanley said. In fact it was easily the best, but he wanted to make sure she knew there was room for improvement. "There are a few pointers I have, but we'll go into them later in your training. The most important thing at this stage is that you really want this. Did you have fun?"

She grinned, showing off her very white teeth. "I sure did!"

"Great. Then we can move on to step 2: quitting your job. You're going to need to be a full time slut if we're really going to do this. That means getting rid of any fallback. I want you to march right into your manager's office and quit." He thought about it for a second. "And maybe do him a little bit. Practice just being sexy. Can you do it?" She nodded vigorously. "Good. Then I need to get to work. Here's my number. Text me your address and I'll come by after work and we can hash things out."

A/N: If I'm gonna keep writing this, I think I want this to be a little bit collaborative. Give me your feedback! I'll always take suggestions in the comments, but for now, I have a poll for what direction we want this to take. https://strawpoll.com/polls/6QnMO7z8aZeIf it means anything, I'm leaning toward a tighter story about Stanley and Claire, but I'm open to write whatever (within personal limits of what I find at least a little sexy).