Porn Queen

“That means I have to get dressed and undressed in front of a camera with perverts staring at me.” She was trying to overcome her shock at the idea.

“It is completely private. They never know your name. You take on a stage name and the girls all call you that while you are living there.”

Teresa sighed. She was beginning to contemplate really doing it. “How many girls are we talking about?”

Mandy thought about it and counted on her fingers. “Three right now.”

“And do I get paid for this too, or just free rent?”

“That’s completely up to you. If you want to do some extra work on the side, you get a percentage of the sales.”

“Extra work, like have sex?”

“Yeah, don’t make it sounds so depraved. You can use the money and you have a great looking body—so use it. Guys would pay to see you in action.” Mandy touched her thigh and it stopped Teresa’s thoughts in her tracks.

It had been a few weeks since they had been together. While Teresa was definitely a lesbian, Mandy didn’t want to believe their one time affair had been anything but a drunken experiment.

She was too afraid to do much more to pursue her friend even though she loved her deeply in case she lost her as a friend.

Her heart raced as she noticed the way her friend’s skirt clung to her thighs, and the way her legs parted just slightly. It struck a deep chord and she knew how responsive Mandy would be if she kissed her just right, or put her mouth on her breast.

“Think about it, okay?”

“I am not sure I have a choice. I need something before school starts in a few weeks to help me pay my bills.”