The life of a porn star

Chapter 1

My name is Kailee Watson, and I'm a porn star.

At first I was rather reluctant to tell this story, because after all, not many people want to hear about a sex-obsessive 21 year old girl who's gone down the wrong path in life. But when my agent thought this was a good opportunity of telling the real me, behind the occupation, I eventually agreed and sat down writing.

Now first of all, I grew up in a small town in Washington state, living what you could call a rather normal life for a young girl. A protective father, an always caring mother, and a young bratty sister as well. I could always remember that back in those days I had always dreamed of becoming an artist or possibly even a chef with her own restaurant, but it all changes when the worst situations lie at your feet.

When I was eighteen with a highschool degree on my back, I moved out of the house and down towards Hollywood, California, where I thought that most opportunities of striking it big were most possible. After a couple of months and bills piling up on my doorstep, I realized that there are times where you need to stop going after what you want, and start doing what you were meant to do.

My audition into this industry occured when I was only 19, a rather young naive girl who didn't know what she was getting herself into. The reasoning behind all of this originally was the money, and the thought of paying off my debts was rather satisfying, but now I can admit that I rather like my job and the assests that come from it.

My boss now, who I first met when I walked into the door, was a young and attractive 23 year old man named Eric Mckinley. I could remember that I was extremely nervous of the thought of undressing before him, but he assured me that I would be more comfortable afterwards.

It's funny now that I think about it, because I can see his face now as I took off my clothes, revealing a pair of 38C breasts that were high and firm, a stomach that was flat and toned, and legs that were long and shapely. After all these years, I can tell you that throughout my nervousness, I could tell that he was turned on by the way I looked.

"Now, could you pose for the camera?" He asked me, motioning towards the cameraman beside him as to not startle me or perhaps not make me uncomfortable in any way.

I nodded, swallowing hard as I hesitantly raised my arms behind my neck, arching my back as to raise my breasts even farther into the air, hoping that it was suitable to the many people watching as I posed for the camera.

"I-Is that alright?" I asked, turning around as to spread my legs shoulder width apart, sliding my hands down my goose-bumped thighs and legs as to reach my ankles. I looked back as to see Eric's face still gawking upon the obstructed view of my ass.

I could tell he was struggling to speak, loosening his tie as to some how swallow his urges, gulping down on his saliva. "You're doing fine," He smiled at me, slightly nodding as he spoke something to one of his colleages, before turning towards me once more. "Just a few more and we'll be finished."

I nodded, crouched on the ground as I looked straight into the camera lens, placing one of my fingers into my mouth as I shifted my long, black hair behind my back, the other hand resting gently on the folds of my pussy. It was strange as to feel aroused at the thought of someone taking my picture when I was completely naked in front of several people, but after awhile I can admit I was starting to enjoy every minute of it.

After a few more poses they stopped me and gave me a few minutes in the bathroom to dress once more. I looked in the mirror then and asked myself if this was indeed the right thing to do, because wasn't there other ways to get money when things got worse? Shaking my head, I grabbed my coat and purse and proceeded into Eric's office to talk to him, hoping that I got the job.

"You're quite young to be going into this type of industry," He replied, loosening his tie.

I nodded slightly, knowing that every word he spoke was true. "I know," I began, "But I really need the money."

He placed his hand upon my own that rested on the wooden desk, meeting my gaze. "This isn't the type of job that would be suitable just for the money," He shuffled through a stack of my photos before laying one on the desk for me to see. "This job has lots of risks, and I'm not sure that I can hire you because of this exact reason."

I glanced over the picture, amazed at how beautiful I looked. "I want this job Mr. Mckinley," I realized I was now begging for a job, "I know that you may think of this as a wrong thing to do for a girl like me, but I can assure you that I'll do a good job."

Eric glanced me over momentarily before finally giving me an answer, "Alright Ms. Watson, " He then placed the pictures into a manilla folder and set it down beside his keyboard. "We'll start you out next week."

I smiled at his answer and jumped up from my seat, walking over towards the door as I looked back at him, "I promise you that this isn't a mistake."

He chuckled slightly as he raised his hand as to silence me once more, "I know, I know." He replied, "I'll call you when we'll need you."

And that, my friends, was how it all started