Thread: It Wasn't Me [desertpaladin and Gondolina]

Having just come home and locked the door, Kayla sighed and mopped the sweat off her brow. It was yet another failed job interview. She kept secretly blaming herself for having quit school to start a family with Roger. He was a good man, that was true, but ever since they had married, it had been one financial problem after another. She loved her husband, and she knew that he loved her too, but she knew they just couldn't make ends meet, no matter how much he had tried to lie to her. He was hanging on to his overtrodden job as a clerk in a big company with his life now, but that meant many, many overtime, and Kayla would sometimes go a few days without even seeing him, as he left the house before she woke up, and came back after she had gone to bed. She had been attempting to get a part-time job, so she could help ease his load, but her underqualifications had made this task extremely difficult. Sitting down at the shoddy wooden table in the living room, she picked up the newspaper that she had found on the streets and opened it. It didn't seem like a very respectable newspaper, and seemed to advertise a lot of X-rated movies, books and so forth. But then, a logo at the corner of the page caught her eye. Make quick bucks! it promised. Bask in the fame and glory of being a Porn Star! Below the advertisement was an address that said a walk-in interview was required. Kayla hesitated - was it a wise idea? She knew what work that entailed, but they were in desperate times, and desperate measures were called for. She decided to try it out immediately. Folding the newspaper and stuffing it into her faded bag, Kayla first made a stop to the toilet to check her appearance in the mirror. She was African-American, and had the skin the shade of chocolate. Her eyes were naturally green, and her hair, a smooth straight auburn tied into a rough ponytail. She was wearing a beige tank that was admittedly slightly dirty from her exertions in the early morning, and a pair of faded blue jeans. The tank, however, did nothing to hide the fullness of her C-cup breasts, covered only by a sheer black lace bra underneath the tank. Unsure what lay ahead of her, and truthfully a little afraid, she knew she had no other choice than to embark on her journey. When she reached the office, she knocked on the glass door hesitantly, still wondering if she should even be here. ------- Jennifer flipped the channel again and again, but there was nothing interesting to watch on the television. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was only 10am in the morning - did time pass that slowly? Kevin had, of course, left the house as per normal for him at 7am, before she had woken up. They were pretty well to do to be sure, but Jennifer wondered what was the point of being in an empty house all day long, with absolutely nothing to do. She had suggested to Kevin that perhaps she ought to find a job too, at least to kill time, but he had flat out refused, saying that he was earning enough, and they were living comfortably, so why should she go out and do unnecessary work? She was unhappy about his work, not only because it robbed time that they spent together, as Jennifer hardly saw Kevin around nowadays, not even during weekends. The only time she heard from him was when he decided to call back some times just to say hi. But also because his working so late left him very exhausted when he came home, which meant that she hadn't fucked in at least two months, and it was leaving her vaguely unsatisfied. The phone rang. It was Kevin - Hi, honey, my company needs me to fly down to Ohio for a day or two, I won't be coming home to packed, it's an urgent matter, so I'll see you then? Great. Another day or two alone. Not that it made a difference. Jennifer twirled her blonde hair as she put down the phone, switching off the TV. She lay on the couch in the living room, her pale white skin almost glowing in the sunlight. She was wearing an oversized white tshirt, with just a black lace panties underneath, her usual sleepwear. As she lay on the couch, her hand seem to find her way down towards her crotch, which wasn't wet yet. She could feel the ring that she had pierced on the hood of her clit before she had gotten married, but had pleased her husband tremendously when he found out. She began to rub her clit absentmindedly. For Jennifer, I'm not sure how you would want to introduce a group of men to gangbang her though.