Life in a Porn Studio

I am so sick and tired of my life at home. My mom drinks all day, every day. My dad...well, who knows where he is? He's always been more interested in chasing women than being a father. I'm old enough to make my own decisions and I feel like I've already wasted too much of my youth taking care of my mother instead of living my own dreams.

So when I saw the job posting for a desk internship at a local film studio, I jumped at the chance to apply. Free room and board in exchange for answering phones and filing paperwork? Sign me up! Anything to get away from this dead end town and my dysfunctional family.

When I arrived for the interview, I was surprised to find myself in what appeared to be a porn studio. Posters of scantily clad men and women plastered the walls. Boxes of sex toys were stacked in the corner. And the secretary who greeted me wore a skirt so short it barely covered her ass.

"You must be Lisa," she said brightly. "Welcome to XXX Studios! Follow me, I'll take you to meet the boss."

As we walked through the halls, I couldn't help peeking into open doorways. In one room, a naked woman lay spread eagle on a bed while a cameraman filmed close-ups of her pussy. In another, a pair went at it doggy style, grunting loudly with each thrust. My cheeks flushed hot but I tried to keep my cool.

The secretary knocked on an office door marked "Director". A deep voice called out, "Come in!" We entered to find a middle-aged man sitting behind a large mahogany desk, his feet propped up as he smoked a cigar. His eyes raked over my body appreciatively.