THE INTERVIEW
Jane Crawford looked nervously around the outer office of PIG Studios while trying to maintain her outer calm. “Judas priest,” she mumbled under her breath. “What the hell am I doing here?” She picked up a two year old copy of People magazine to try and take her mind off the reason for her appointment. She was just getting interested in an article about face lifts, tummy tucks, and breast implants of the stars when like a gun shot a woman from the half open door to the inner offices called out her name.
“You’re Jane?” the pretty, twenty-something blonde asked while ushering her towards the rear of the office suite.
“Uh, yeah,” she replied dumbly.
“Mz. Martin will be with you shortly,” the blonde said while offering Jane a chair. “By the way,” she added, “my name’s Barb, I hope to see you around, and good luck.”
“Thanks,” Jane replied with a nod of her head, “it was nice to meet you.” With that, Barb scooted out of the room, leaving Jane alone again with her own private thoughts. The office was well appointed with plants and pictures, and to pass the time Jane tried to see if she could recognized anyone in the large array of photographs hanging on the wall. But before she had much chance to peruse them the door burst open and in came Beth Martin.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, Mz. Crawford,” the fortyish woman said while plopping down in the chair behind her large impressive desk.
“UH, no problem,” Jane replied softly, “I’ve only been waiting a few minutes.”
“Good,” Beth answered quickly. “So let’s get right down to business, I don’t believe in beating around the bush. Do you understand exactly what we do here at PIG studios?” Beth asked.
“I think so,” Jane replied, “you make, uh, movies with people having sex.”
“That’s only partially correct,” Beth quickly rejoined. “We specialized in films about plump or pregnant white women having sex with massively hung black men.” Jane had of course known about this before she made the appointment, but just hearing it spoken out loud, and so casually at that, made her pussy quiver. “So,” Beth asked, “do you want to continue with the interview? You may leave right now with no hard feelings whatsoever.”
Jane cleared her throat and nodded her head while replying, “Yes, let’s continue.” (more…)
