A Passionate Employee Ch. 05/05

I realize that my readers must feel frustrated at this point; you were certainly expecting a story about the world of publishing and I only talk about my sex life. But appreciate that my sex life has driven my thoughts much more than my employment has, and that it has affected the quality of my work. And consequences will follow.

This part of the story starts a few weeks after the previous chapter, it's now March I really tried to focus on my job since then. If you do not remember, I am employed in a publishing company at a junior position and my job consists mostly in doing all the little tasks that bores everyone. It's basically like a secretary, only more unpleasant. I spend most of my time preparing administrative documents, arranging appointments, posting the mail -- just posting it, not even typing it -- and I even had to replace the receptionist when he was absent. The only task they do not give me is making the coffee, and that's only because I make a terrible coffee!

It had to happen, and it did happen, I was summoned by human resources. At first, I was hoping that it would be a joke from Pierrick, a part of me even believed -- briefly -- that I would get promoted, but I quickly had to face reality when I saw my interviewers. They were three, one man and two women, and I can tell from their face that pleasure is for them a foreign language. They make me seat and start by telling me that my standard six-month trial period comes to its end, and it's time to assess the situation. At that moment, I know that it's not going to end well. They begin with some compliments on a few trivial things before quickly firing at me about my frequent mistakes, my repeated lateness, I even have an insinuation about my naughty games, but they do not get into details. And I prefer not to ask what they had seen.

Fifteen minutes later, I'm free to leave the building and go home. It's a hard blow to take, even if I entirely acknowledge that they were totally right about everything. They could have charged me even more actually. On these six months, I rarely had any fun in what I was doing, and I never had the feeling that any evolution would make things more interesting. When I was looking at my direct coworkers, their job seemed just as boring, just more complicated and more stressful. I know you have to start at the bottom, but I would not have spent so much time masturbating during my toilet breaks, or playing hide-and-seek-the-panties with Pierrick if I had felt a little passion in what I was doing. In the end, the only things I enjoyed there were the salary, the erotic opportunities and my meeting with Pierrick.

But it's still a difficult moment for me, I was not prepared for that. I'm still on the parking lot when I receive a call from Pierrick. He is at his window and looks at me, he says that he is sorry and he could not intervene for me. He tries to comfort me and offers to have dinner at his place soon, which I accept without much enthusiasm. I hang up and starts walking around at random, I don't want to go home but I have nowhere to go. My steps get me in front of Lola's sex-shop and I'm thinking that I could use a friend to clear my head. I feel a bit hungry too, so I visit the pastry shop nearby and buy a couple of chocolate éclairs. The sex-shop is completely empty, which is not a surprise given that it's still early in the day, so Lola lightens up when she sees me.

- Claire, what a pleasure, it has been so long!

- Hi Lola, so nice to see you! And I brought some éclairs!

- You had to choose a phallic pastry for your lesbian friend, have you? She says with a blink.

- They are not that big, I reply with a smile. No man would be proud to have an erection of that size. It's more like a very long clitoris.

- You know me so well Claire, let me show you how I treat a chocolate clitoris like that.

Putting words into action, she grabs an éclair and slowly starts to lick it, sucking the pastry as if it was an intimate friend. Then she bites the éclair and finds herself with some sort of vulva-shaped pastry from which flows a delicious chocolate filling. Lola puts herself on display as she demonstrates her cunnilingus skills to me, while I'm laughing my ass off as I see a chocolate beard growing from the mess that she is doing with the icing and filling. On my side, the eating is more traditional, even though Lola's show really added something to the sweet taste of the éclair. We start chatting and I tell her about my day and my new status of unemployed. It makes her turn serious in a flash and immediately tells me to spend the day here with her. She says that even if she cannot find me a job, she can at least put a smile on my face.

Lola has to stay near the counter in case a customer would come in, but she walks me through the lingerie section of the store and makes a selection of outfits for me to try. At first, I'm puzzled, since I know I will not buy anything today, but I realize that I'm actually enjoying it. I switch from one sexy outfit to another in the fitting room, sometimes a naughty set of clothes, sometimes just a sexy bra and panty, sometimes it's very revealing, I even get to try a latex suit. And every time I offer a sexy fashion show to my favorite seller. Sometimes, as I'm changing clothes, I hear a customer entering the store, at the beginning I was not really in the mood for a public show. Lola tries to help me by saluting the customer, giving me an oral indication on whether it's a man, a woman or a couple, and I soon feel a bit more confident and dare to show myself in front of some people. After a moment and with Lola's support, I am brave enough to leave the fitting room without even checking if someone is there or not.

It goes to a point where I end up leaving the fitting room entirely naked, just because I wanted to see Lola's reaction. She is obviously pleased and challenges me to put all the clothes I've tried back on the shelves, while being naked. If you have read my story so far, you already know that I love a kinky challenge when I'm excited and I spend a long time completely naked in the store, even after completing my challenge. I don't even hide when a couple enters the store, they are not too old, around thirsty years old I'd say, and I greet them as they are wandering through the store, asking them if I can of assistance. It's a weird situation; they seem to believe that I work here and they are amused and aroused by my nudity, and I pretend that everything is normal. Lola is still at her counter, watching us through the CCTV, I hope she is enjoying my performance! And she should as I manage to convince the man and the woman to buy more products than they originally wanted. They were just looking for some toys and they leave the store with toys and lingerie and lubricant and even a DVD. I made them believe that I appeared in a scene of a random DVD and they believed it. I thought it would just be a funny lie but they asked to take a picture with me -- each one pinching one of my nipples -- and they had me sign their DVD. How could I refuse, after all they spent because of me!

The afternoon goes on the same way, Lola never short on ideas and challenges for me, even some that I did not dare to accept -- she tried to make me go out naked. When Lola closes the shop at the end of the day, she insists that I stay with her. Now that she is not stuck by the counter, she wants her part of fun too! She brings me to the back of the shop where a small photo studio has been set up. She tells me that she is practicing to become a real photographer and she would like me to pose for her. She does not have to mention that it would be erotic photographs, I am already agreeing to be a model for her. After what she has done for me today, I just want to be nice to her.

My experience in photo shoots is limited to friends and family pictures, and what I've seen in the movies. But posing happens to be much more complicated than anticipated! First, Lola has to prepare the lights, she also puts on make up on me and asks me to start taking some poses for her. I thought she would have wanted me to undress for her but it's just the opposite, she wants me fully dressed for now. And I quickly realize that posing is not as intuitive as I thought. I have to find new poses all the time, I have to stay perfectly still when a picture is taken, the hardest part is to be aware of the relation between the camera and my entire body, especially my hands and what they cover and what they do not cover. Hopefully Lola does her best to make me feel at ease, as she takes dozens of pictures of me, maybe hundreds. And regularly, she makes me remove a piece of clothing.

I end up completely naked when she starts suggesting more daring poses. That's the part that I prefer and I really enjoy showing off my body from every angle. I spread my legs to reveal a very wet crotch, I turn around spread my ass to offer my anus to the camera, I take the most vulgar poses I can think of, hoping to please my beloved photographer. She does not even have to ask me to masturbate, it comes naturally and I caress my body while staring at the camera. My fingers travelling all over my body, diving into my vagina, digging into my butt hole, making my orifices gaping for eternity. I hope that Lola's camera is fully charged because I don't want to stop! But after a while, she congratulates me and tells me that the shoot is over.

- Claire, you were incredible! You were quite stiff at first but you quickly got into it. Most girls I've photographed had taken much longer to accept the camera. Some never managed.

- These other girls may not have spent an entire afternoon showing off their body to strangers, I say with a lewd smile.

- Yes, for sure. But still, you did great and it's not an easy thing. Would you be tempted to do it again, I mean professionally?

- Are you talking about being a photo model?

- Actually no, and I know it's very selfish from me but I don't want to share you with another photograph. I would hate to see someone making a better job with you, than what I could do. I was rather talking about porn; I know some guys in that business and if you want, I can arrange a meeting.

- Are you serious? Do you really think I would do porn?

- Why not? She says, genuinely surprised of my reaction. You are beautiful, you have a stunning body, you look great on camera, and you are not afraid to get naked.

- I don't know, I do like sex but I'm not sure that I'd want to make a living of it. And I don't see how I would tell my parents about it!

- Take some time to think about it, if you want, I can bring you on a porn set, you could see how it's like without being on camera.

- I'll see, but I don't want to make big decision the same day I got fired.

- Look, I have an idea. What if we do our own porn movie? I have a portable camera here, I can record you as we fuck and you will leave with the SD card. When you are home, you will be able to see if you like seeing yourself in a porno.

- Is that how you propose to make love to me? I say with a smile.

- Don't get shy on me girl, you have been naked for hours, I probably know your vag' better than your gynecologist, and I know it's dying to be taken care of. Tell me I'm wrong!

- You are absolutely right. Also, I haven't seen you naked so far and that's completely unfair.

- That's true, but if we are to make porn together, let's do things properly.

Lola makes me seat on the small sofa nearby, still naked. She puts her tiny camera on a tripod, presses a button and joins me on the sofa. I'm about to lean on her when she gently pushes me back and starts to talk to the camera, as if I was there for a casting. I play along and answers her questions, making up an alternative version of myself. Not much is true and I'm having a lot of fun listening at Lola making me a hyperactive nymphomaniac. I really enjoy letting out my inner slut. Then she makes me stand up and turn around for the camera, that camera too needs to see my full body in details.

There is not much talking after that. One moment we were having a very civilized conversation, and the next we are just two bitches in heat, licking every hole we can find, putting our fingers everywhere it fits, rubbing and caressing each other. Lola remains attentive to the camera; she sometimes takes it in her hand to make close-up shots of me while I'm eating her wet pussy. And sometimes she lends me the camera when she wants to take care of me. I shiver when her experienced tongue is playing with my clit as if she was a musician playing a concerto, and I end up preferring when I'm the one doing the work on her. We fuck like animals for a moment, maybe fifteen minutes, and even though she has to deal with the lighting and the camera, Lola still manages to make me cum every time she wants me to. She is a true expert and I can only imagine the number of chicks she had sex with to master so well the art of sapphic sex.

The day finally comes to an end, and once I'm home and alone I quickly get the blues. Each passing day makes me more miserable than the previous one, especially when my main occupation is search for a job. When your only experience is being fired from a job you don't want back, it's hard to get anyone interested in me. I had always been interested in literature and for my first job, I thought that working for a publishing company would be fulfilling. I thought I'd get the chance to discover new authors, new themes. I believed I would get to read raw manuscripts before any feedback from an editor. I still want that, a little, but now I do not feel capable to climb the ladder of a company. But what else can I do? I don't even know what I'm looking for, and I start considering becoming a supermarket cashier or working in a fast-food restaurant. I know many people do that, but for some reason it terrifies me.

The first memorable event comes after a week of unemployment and lamentations. I receive by the post a large envelope and a parcel with the shape of a tube. It's from Lola, and in the envelope, I find a letter where she wishes me to find a job soon and to be happy. With the letter, I find a pack of photographs she has taken from me, all digitally enhanced to make them look professional. I also find a USB stick containing even more pictures, all with an insane definition; I can really zoom on my body and appreciate the perfection of Lola's work. I have to admit that I really look like a goddess on these pictures, and I have to thank Lola for that, she removed all my imperfections and improved all my best parts.

In the tube comes an even better surprise. A giant poster of me, almost life-size, with probably the best picture Lola took of me. I don't know how she managed to print that, she certainly had to pay someone to get such a big format. I can't help but smile as I imagine the nice surprise it must have been for the guy who did the job. I hope they had a good time watching the poster being printed! It's a picture of my back, I'm completely naked and I pose like a rockstar on stage. My face is not clearly visible, and I already know that I will put that poster in front of my bed, just to remind me that I can be beautiful sometimes, and also that life can be truly wonderful.

Lola's photographs suddenly remind me of our porn movie, I had completely forgotten it. As I search my purse, I stumble upon a business card from someone I had forgotten even more. It's Mr. and Mrs. Duchêne, the old couple that I had met at Club Topaze. I remember they mentioned being the owners of several establishments, including a bookshop. After several hours of hesitation, I finally decide to send them an unsolicited application for any job they might have to offer. I do not say it like that of course, but my e-mail is just as hesitant and clumsy as you can imagine.

A few hours pass before I receive a response, Edna Duchêne offers to meet me on a café terrace downtown, to discuss about my application. On said day, I meet the old lady and we wait for our drinks to be on the table before we start talking. She asks me to tell her about my background, my experiences, and my wishes. I tell her everything, from my studies to my failed half-year in that publishing company. I try to make it look not too disastrous, but she makes me feel at ease and I don't want to lie to her. I don't keep anything from her, I tell her about my kinky habits too -- after all we met in a swinger club. I just make sure to phrase it in a way that she would not feel like I would do it again in my next job! After a lot of talking from me, she seems satisfied that I was honest with her.

- Claire, I understand your situation and I want to help you. But I'll be straightforward, I do not need to hire anyone at the moment, and you do not have any qualification that would make me change my mind. In my opinion, your problem is that you are looking for a job you would be passionate about, but you are not willing to make the sacrifices it takes to get it.

- What sacrifices are you thinking about?

- I'm talking about giving your all to prove yourself, working harder and longer than the others, even if it means staying late at night or working on your weekend; not everyone is capable of that. In fact, many people will accommodate with a mediocre job, boring and pointless. Some people even take pride in doing a fine job in such an occupation. All they care about is their pay at the end of the month, and what they will do in their free time. Are you sure to know in which category you belong?

- I must say that I had never thought about this. I have always seen my parents putting their career before everything and it feels natural to follow their footsteps. But what you just said makes me wonder if that pressure of being passionate about my job may not be a negative thing. I really don't know what to tell you.

- Darling, it's not a question you can answer after ten seconds at the terrace of a café! It may take years before you know what really matters to you. In the meantime, I can offer you an internship in my bookshop. It will not be very interesting, it will be at the lowest wage possible, and I cannot guaranty that you'll be kept at the end, but you will get to learn a new job and you will have time to reflect on your life. Would that suit you?

I take a moment to think before I say anything; my thoughts are racing through my mind. It's not really the poorly paid internship that makes me cogitate, it's what she said earlier. Taking a job and knowing in advance that you won't get any pleasure from it. A few minutes ago, this idea would have seemed preposterous, but now it makes a lot of sense. After all, it does not seem so harsh to spend a few hours every day working in a bookstore or elsewhere. If I can be happy in my free time in exchange for a few hours of labor, it does seem like a good deal. Even more than that, being happy most of the time should be my priority in life!

- Yes Madam, I would like to accept that internship? And I also want to thank you for that opportunity!

- Don't get too excited, kid, you will have to work for real this time. And you will face the customers, I expect you to behave like a professional, do you understand what it means?

- I'll keep my panties on me Madam, says I, trying to make her laugh.

- I mean it Claire. You will have to find a way to deal with your impulses while you are working. I don't care what you are doing in secret, but if any client starts to complain, you will be punished. You have to understand that.

- I understand, and I do not want to cause any problem, to you or any of your employees.

- We will see about that. Last question Claire, are you willing to have sex for this job?

- I would have sex with you for fun, Madam, says I, trying to dodge the question.

- You are a good girl. Very well, my apartment is just nearby but before that, can you leave a tip? I do not have any coins but I'm sure the waiter will be pleased if you leave your panty instead.

- Your wishes are my command, Madam.

And this is how my story ends. I tried to follow my parents' footsteps, I tried to find a path that would make me happy, and I failed. But I met people who became friends, Pierrick and Benedicte that I hope I'll see a lot, Lola who could easily become my best friend, Edna who is giving me a chance in her bookshop, and a few others who were cut during editing. Thanks to Edna, my vision of employment has changed, and it may seem like a step backward, but it's definitely a relief for me. Just a job, without pressure, just to make a living, a job I can appreciate for what it is, a job that would not be the center of my life. We all know what will be the center of my life.

And if it does not work, there will always be Lola to remind me that there is a place for me in the porn industry!