Welcome to my new story, one that has the potential to be my most controversial yet. Up front, I will be honest and say that this story includes an older, sexually liberated version of Carrie moonlighting as a porn star. I know that this seems tremendously OOC from the Carrie that we know in canon. However, I believe that Carrie would want to find out who she truly is, which includes exploring her sexuality. The basis for this story is loosely inspired by former Disney actress Maitland Ward's account of how she chose to do porn as a means of expressing her sexuality and reinventing herself. To a certain extent, that is true of the Carrie of this story as well, along with an element of rebellion against her upbringing.
Some notes on content: this story deals with Carrie's journey as she expresses herself sexually. Accordingly, there will be smut or references to smut throughout the story, and it will also be rated M. If you do not like sexy times or frank discussions of sexuality in your fan fiction, this is NOT the story for you, and I advise you to turn back now. This is your first and only warning.
Content warnings for this chapter: Smut, language and brief non-sexual nudity.
"What one person sees as degrading and disgusting and bad for women might make some women feel beautiful and empowered and strong." Sasha Grey
Chapter 1
Carrie White sat on a plain white couch. Her green eyes stared straight ahead as she squared her shoulders up. A large glass of water had sat on the table in front of her. The strawberry blonde girl took a sip of the cool liquid and began to moisten her lips as she cast her eyes around the tastefully decorated living room that would serve as the set. A couple of cameras on tripods, a smaller video camera and a boom mic were trained on her. Carrie was feeling a strong mixture of nerves and excitement. Not in a million years did she think she would be here doing what she was about to do. However, the opportunity - and the money – was just too good to pass up.
"Okay, Cassie, this is just a pre-shoot interview, to allow our audience to get to know a little bit about you." Shane, the producer, explained, from his chair seated on the other side of the room. He was a medium-sized man with thinning brown hair and glasses. In addressing her, he had used the new alias she had chosen for herself. "I appreciate you must be nervous, and this will allow you to feel more at ease in front of the camera before we begin."
"Sure. I'll be happy to talk." Carrie nodded. She was wearing a simple white floral patterned dress, along with some stilettos.
"All right, then. I'll just get you to introduce yourself." Shane prompted.
"Okay, so…I'm Cassie Sinn, I turn 19 next week, and I'm here shooting for X-Debut!" The strawberry blonde introduced, waving her jazz hands out at her side.
Meet Cassie Sinn, formerly known as Carrie White, porn star. Words that usually would've sounded as alien together as snowballs in hell. However, she had quickly learned to expect the unexpected during her time in the big wide world.
"You're excited to be here, huh?" The producer chuckled as he took a sip of coffee.
"Yeah. I've been waiting for this all week." Carrie replied, flashing her pearly whites at the camera.
"That's the attitude that we like to see!" Shane applauded. "So, Cassie, have you ever worked in porn before?"
"No. This is my first time – but I have done some other things in front of people. Like danced at a strip club." Carrie explained.
"That must have been exciting." The producer answered, drumming his fingers on the side of the chair.
"Yeah, I won second prize on amateur night. I was so nervous, but it turned out to be so much fun. I've also done some cam stuff with a friend. But this is the first time I've ever done a professional adult shoot." Carrie then took a deep breath. "It'll also be the first time I've ever done a sexual act on camera."
"Well, we hope to make this as pleasurable as possible. Have you had any sexual experiences prior to this?" Shane questioned.
"Yes. I had a no-strings-attached type deal with this boy at my high school, as well as a couple of college guys. Honestly? I don't think I'm ready for a serious relationship yet." Carrie pointed out.
"Just one more question – why did you decide to make a career in the industry?" The producer wondered.
"The money, mainly. There was this amazing teacher at my old school, who was more like a mother to me than my actual mother. She gave me money to set myself up here, and I'm determined to pay her back. I owe her everything. It also helps that I'm truly experiencing sexual liberty for the first time." The blonde gave her answer in a reflective tone.
"Mmm-hmmmm." Shane pondered. "Well, there's a reason we're all here. Cassie, could you please get undressed." Carrie then stood up and began to pull her dress over her head. Underneath the dress, she was wearing a sexy pair of bright red lingerie. She began to flaunt her petite figure as the camera zoomed in to get a good look. She swayed her hips in a seductive manner then turned around and began to twerk, bouncing her butt cheeks up and down. Carrie then tucked her fingers into the side of her red panties and began to slowly pull them down before casting them off to the side, giving the whole room a clear look at her shaven nether regions. Wearing a sly look on her face, she began to unclasp her red bikini top before setting it down on the floor. Her firm, natural B-cup breasts were visible for all to see.
"Damn. That's a good body. Alright, I'll hand over to A.J to talk you through the scene." Shane nodded, turning to the director, an Italian-American man with cropped brown hair and wearing shades.
"All right, Cassie, did you read the e-mail you received from the casting department?" A.J inquired.
"I did." Carrie nodded. "Ernest also contacted me and explained everything "
"And you understand what's going to happen?" The director wondered.
"I'm going to give this guy a blowjob and let him finish over me." Carrie relied.
"Do you think you're up for this, Cassie?" A.J asked, in a professional voice.
"Yes. I've done this before, just not on camera. I'm ready." Carrie replied, determination and anticipation in her eyes.
"One more thing. If you feel uncomfortable, throw up the stop sign with your hand, and we'll stop." A.J nodded, before turning to the side of the room. "Luke! We're ready for you now."
Luke, Carrie's co-star, walked onto the set. He was a tall young man with long jet black hair that made him look almost feminine. He had a lean, muscular build, with a tattoo of an American flag above his left bicep. His dick stood firmly at attention, having been kept in a state of hardness by the set's fluffer. However, most importantly for Carrie, he had a look of kindness about him. A look that said: Trust me, I've done this before. You'll be fine. To underline this, Luke smiled at Carrie in a reassuring manner. The blonde returned the smile, grateful to be working with people who valued her comfort and safety.
"Okay, we need to set up the right filming angle. Cassie, could you kneel on the cushion in front of Luke, please?" A.J requested. Carrie then knelt, as if in prayer, on a small red cushion that had been provided for her use. After all, she would have to stay in a kneeling position while performing fellatio, and that could be very taxing on her delicate skin. She then positioned her body so that her head was level with Luke's erection.
"You comfortable there?" A.J called to Carrie, as the camera continued to shift angles. After Carrie had nodded, the Italian-American director made a noise of satisfaction. "Ah, there's the angle! We're ready to go now. Luke, you ready?" He inquired.
"Sure am!" Luke grinned.
"Cassie, you ready?" AJ requested.
"Ready." Carrie declared.
"Okay!" Luke instructed, his anticipation clear for all to see. "It's ho time! Lights, camera…ACTION!
*** TLCS ***
ONE YEAR AGO
"Happy birthday, Carrie!" Rita exclaimed, as she showed off the veritable smorgasbord of gifts in the living room. Carrie, her new charge, clasped her hands to her mouth in shock as she saw the large number of presents she had. Red, green, blue and pink wrapping. And they were all just for her. She still couldn't believe she got to have a proper birthday celebration. For years, Margaret had kept her from receiving any new gifts. To do so would, in her view, encourage the sin of pride. It was best that they stick with her old possessions – things that were uncorrupted by the ways of this sinful world. Her mother perhaps fancied herself as a modern day Cassandra, predicting the downfall of civilisation in the face of the ignorant population of Chamberlin, Maine.
But Margaret White was no Cassandra. Carrie had been out from under her thumb for almost a year, when a neighbour had seen Margaret shove her to the ground during one of her outbursts. Her mother was safely locked away in a secure mental facility, whilst the strawberry blonde girl was free to live her life to the fullest, under the watchful eye of her gym teacher and new legal guardian, Rita Desjardins. Today was the first real birthday she had ever had, and she was going to enjoy it. The gift she liked the most was her new cellphone. Carrie and Rita laughed, as they sent frivolous messages to one another after her teacher taught her to send text messages. She had flourished in the year or so she was in Rita's care – she was more confident, assertive and ready to be honest about her feelings. She even discovered how to use a tampon properly. Knowing that particular skill earlier in her high school life would've saved her a lot of grief.
Another notable present was a new set of clothes, including a new cream sundress to wear in the warmer months. Rita insisted that Carrie try it on, to see how it fit her. Sounding agreeable, Carrie took the dress into her bedroom. However, after a few minutes, the gym teacher became concerned when her charge had not yet emerged. It shouldn't take this long to put on a dress. Getting up from her seat on the couch, she exited the living area and walked down the short hallway that led to Carrie's bedroom.
"Carrie! You okay in there, darling?" She called out, knocking lightly on the door. No answer was forthcoming. "Carrie?" She tried again, rapping her fist on the door. Silence still reigned. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed the door handle and opened the door. However, it was closed just as quickly when the teacher caught sight of what was on the other side – Carrie standing in front of the mirror, butt naked.
"Ahh! Oh Jesus!" Rita gasped in embarrassment as she composed herself on the other side of the door. She would not be the first parent or guardian to walk in on their charge in such a state, but it was still a great shock.
"It's okay, Miss Desjardins. You can come in." Carrie called out.
"Are you decent?" Rita questioned.
"Just a moment!" Carrie responded. A minute or two later, she declared. "I'm dressed enough now."
Opening the door, Rita entered the bedroom once again. Sure enough, Carrie had hurriedly pulled on her jeans and top, covering her previously naked body. "I'm sorry, Miss Desjardins." Carrie muttered, blushing furiously.
"It's fine, Carrie. It's perfectly fine." Rita nodded, placing a comforting hand on the teen's shoulder. "Just, please tell me what's going on. I was worried something happened to you."
Letting out a sigh, Carrie turned and faced the mirror once again, with Rita standing next to her. In a small but firm voice, the strawberry blonde began to speak.
"When I was getting undressed, I found myself staring at my body." Carrie admitted. "So, I took off the rest of my clothes to see what I looked like. And as I looked, I found that I actually liked looking at my body. That I liked looking at my breasts. And then I got scared, because Mama would always yell at me for thinking about my dirty pillows. Are…are you mad at me, Miss Desjardins?" She finished, in a vulnerable voice.
"Oh, honey. Come here." Rita murmured, as she hugged Carrie tightly. "Everything's okay. I'm not mad with you at all." Looking her charge straight in the eye, she continued. "Thank you for being honest with me. Whatever your mother told you – that was a lie. There is absolutely nothing wrong with looking at your body and admiring it. Nothing at all. Your body – especially your breasts – is a major part of who you are. I remember when I was in high school, I would explore myself and my body. It's a perfectly normal thing for someone your age to be curious about their body. Now you're 18, and you're starting to become a young woman. So, if you ever feel the need to see yourself naked again, you go right ahead and do that. Just…leave a sign on the door next time."
Carrie and Rita both began to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. For the first time in Carrie's stay, they truly felt like mother and daughter.
"Thanks, Miss Desjardins. I needed that." Carrie mumbled in gratitude.
"You're very welcome. Now, I'm going to leave you alone, and you can put that dress on again if you want." Rita offered, pointing to the still unopened dress. She then exited the bedroom, in order to give the teen some privacy.
A short time later, Carrie emerged from the bedroom. The beautiful sundress flowed around her, giving her an ethereal aura. Most importantly, her charge had a look of absolute contentment on her face.
"That fits perfectly. You look beautiful, darling." Rita flashed a beaming smile.
"You think so?" Carrie wondered.
"Absolutely. Like a model on the catwalk." Rita nodded. Giggling in excitement, Carrie then did a couple of twirling motions in order to show off her new dress. "See? You're going to knock them dead when you get to UCLA!" The gym teacher encouraged. To conclude, Rita showed Carrie how to take a picture of them together. That way, this precious moment on Carrie's 18th birthday would be saved forever.
*** TLCS ***
"And to the class of 2013 I say – the world is going to have to get some sunglasses, because our futures are so damn bright!" Sue Snell shouted in enthusiasm from the podium before tossing her graduation cap in the air. A loud cheer went up from the assembled students and faculty at Ewen High School as they did likewise. It was graduation day, and the graduating seniors all looked resplendent in their yellow graduation gowns and blue caps. Sittings amongst the throng was Carrie White, her high school diploma clutched proudly to her chest. It had been hard work, but she had succeeded against all the odds. Her name received one of the loudest rounds of applause of the day. Of course, Rita was one of the most enthusiastic members of the audience. But even the previously apathetic Mr. Ullman, as well as her former tormentors like Sue, Chris and Tina,, all wore genuine smiles on their faces. Carrie was no longer bullied after the revelations of how she was treated by her mother. She had even made friends with Sue after she apologised to her, and was on speaking terms with Heather Mason and the Watson twins, Lizzy and Nicki. Chris and Tina had yet to apologise to her, however, they were no longer hassling her and had dropped descriptors like "crazy" and "creepy" from their vocabulary, and were polite and civil towards her. Carrie counted that as a victory, considering what her high school life had been like to that point.
"You did great up there, honey. I'm so proud of you." Rita smiled, as she embraced her daughter.
"I couldn't have done it without you, Miss Desjardins." Carrie answered, as she returned the embrace. Just then, Sue and Tommy came walking over in their gowns, holding their diplomas.
"That was a great speech, Sue. You did very well." Carrie praised.
"It was nothing – been planning to give a Valedictorian speech all my life. It's more impressive that you were able to be here at all." Sue replied, honestly.
"So, Sue, Tommy, what's next for you guys?" Rita questioned her now former students.
"Tommy's getting a free ride to Syracuse for lacrosse. The chances were good that they were going to take his valedictorian girlfriend as well." Sue admitted.
"How about you, Carrie, huh? Off to the West Coast!" Tommy grinned, slapping five with the strawberry-blonde girl. "Why'd you choose UCLA?"
"To get as far away from here as possible." Carrie responded, bluntly. "No offence." She added quickly, not wanting to upset her guardian or her newly-made friends.
"None taken." Sue blithely retorted. Taking a deep breath, she continued. "How do you feel, Carrie? About what comes next?"
"Hopeful." Carrie responded, in a word. "How about you?"
"Excited. Proud of my work. But I also feel a little sad. There was all this time that I could have spent getting to know you better, and I wasted it because of my own selfishness." Sue muttered, morosely.
"That's in the past now, Sue. I forgive you. Life's too short to hold grudges." Carrie smiled, as she wrapped her arms around the blonde. Sue returned the hug and squeezed tightly.
"Thanks for letting Tommy and I get to know you, Carrie. You're going to be a queen at whatever you do. The world won't know what hit it." Sue proclaimed, taking hold of Carrie's shoulders and looking her straight in the eye.
"Thanks for the good memories, Sue! Good luck with your lacrosse, Tommy!" Carrie farewelled.
"I guess you can call me chopped liver, then." Rita deadpanned.
"How could we ever forget you, Miss D?" Sue gasped, as she rushed over and hugged her former gym teacher. "Thanks for giving me the boot up the ass that I needed."
"You stay out of trouble, Sue Snell. You hear me?" Rita warned, in a light-hearted voice.
"I'll stay away from trouble – but can trouble stay away from me?" Sue began to laugh.
Once all the goodbyes were said and done with, Carrie and Rita returned to her car and made the journey back to their house. On the car radio, which was playing jazz music, the strains of Nina Simone's Feeling Good filled the interior of the vehicle. The song's message of continued progress and optimism seemed to strike a deep emotional chord with Carrie, who found herself deep in reflection. As the car pulled up outside Rita's house, she turned to face her charge.
"Your graduation present is on the table. It's something that will help you out as you start the next phase of your life." She explained.
Once they had gotten inside the house, Carrie walked into the living room and saw an envelope with her name written on it in neat handwriting. Sitting down on the couch, she tore the letter open and pulled out the contents. The blonde let out a gasp of shock and let her hand fly to her mouth. The envelope contained a cheque made out to her, of $45,000. The cheque bore Rita's signature.
"This money is to cover the cost of your tuition. Consider it a reward for all the progress you've made this year." Rita explained.
"Thank you, Miss Desjardins! This is so kind!" Carrie let out a broad smile at this development. Her voice then grew serious. "I'll pay you back. I promise."
"Don't make promises that you know you can't keep, Carrie." Rita warned.
"Well, this is one promise that I know that I can keep. I will pay you back – even if it takes me the rest of my life." Carrie vowed, earnestly.
Three weeks later, Carrie and Rita found themselves at Logan Airport in Boston. A major travel hub in the north east, this would be the place where the blonde would catch a flight to Los Angeles to start her new life. In doing so, she would draw a firm, final line under her tumultuous childhood and adolescence. When Carrie fully grasped the implications of this aspect of things, excitement became her dominant emotion as she began to tick off the days in her calendar. Rita, however, was very much playing the role of the stressed-out mother.
"Did you pack enough sunscreen?" The teacher fretted.
"Yes, Miss Desjardins." Carrie responded, dutifully.
"And do you know where to go?" Was the next probing question.
"Yes. Sue and Tommy me how to find the gates and where I need to be. Relax!" Carrie giggled at Rita's over-protectiveness. Her voice then took on a melancholy tone. "Thanks for everything you've done for me, Miss Desjardins. I'll make you proud of me, somehow."
"Live your best life, Carrie. That's how you can make me proud of you." Rita responded. They were no longer considered teacher and student, and neither party would dare to call the other mother or daughter. However, they had grown so close to one another that an impartial observer might call them friends.
The two women then hugged one another for the last time. Carrie then picked up her luggage and strode with purpose into the terminal at Logan Airport. As she walked, she swivelled her head around and blew a goodbye kiss towards the still waving Rita. As she watched her charge disappear into the throng of travellers, the gym teacher let out a long, sad sigh. Turning around, she made her way back to the car. Once she had settled the bill with the airport hotel, Rita began to make the three hour drive from Boston to Chamberlin.
As she entered the now empty house, she cast a look around. It was just a few months ago that they were celebrating Carrie's birthday, and the house was full of joy and laughter. Now, it was empty, with her concerns for the girl's future prominent in her mind's eye.
Mothers are fucking heroes. Rita reflected, as she poured herself a glass of milk.
*** TLCS ***
TWO YEARS AFTER CARRIE'S FIRST SCENE
True to her word, Carrie did begin to pay Rita back. Regular payments were made into Rita's account. The amounts varied – while the average was below $100, there were some payments as high as $350. Rita was deeply moved by her former student's generosity – in some cases, she received more in a month from Carrie then she got in her teacher's salary. The logical conclusion to make was that Carrie had gotten a job to support herself. And sure enough, that is what Carrie had confirmed to her in a conversation the pair had one night. At this point, she had been away for three and a half years.
"Thank you for the money, Carrie. That was very generous of you." Rita praised.
"It was nothing. I promised you I would pay you back." Carrie's voice murmured through the phone.
"So that means you've got a job, then." The teacher analysed, as the fireplace crackled in the background..
"That's right." Carrie confirmed.
"That is fantastic! I am so proud of you!" Rita gushed into her phone. "What do you do?"
"I'm involved in modelling and entertainment production." Came the response. This answer initially threw Rita for a loop. However, she quickly recovered herself. Carrie had never, to her knowledge, displayed an interest in modelling.
"Modelling? That's interesting. I never heard you express an interest in that sort of thing before." Rita questioned.
"I guess I have you to thank for that." The blonde spoke, honestly. "Do you remember that day when you walked in on me admiring my body?"
"I do." Rita nodded, as she thought back to that moment.
"Well, in hindsight, that was the start of something." Carrie explained. "As I've tried to form my own life, I discovered a greater appreciation for the beauty of my body, and discovered that others appreciated my looks as well. So, I figured there was no harm in trading on my body to make a living. Call it an exhibitionist streak."
"So, what sort of modelling do you do?" Rita inquired.
"Honestly? Some lingerie modelling and some nude stuff." Carrie replied, truthfully.
"Nude?" Rita asked, momentarily concerned.
"It's all legal and above board. There are records and everything." Carrie defended. She then let out a chuckle. "My goodness, there are so many records."
"I'll take your word for it." Rita nodded, as she moved to change the subject. "So, how's college?"
A sad sigh came down the line. "I had to drop out. What I'm doing now? It's full time. I had to choose between college and modelling, and the money was just too good to pass up." Sniffles then rang in Rita's ears as her former charge began to cry. "I'm sorry, Miss Desjardins. I'm sorry I wasted your money."
Desperately, Rita made an attempt to reassure Carrie. "Oh no, Carrie. Please stop crying. Please." She begged. Once the tears had subsided on the other end, the gym teacher continued to speak. "You don't have to apologise to me. You don't have to go to college to live a fulfilling life. Was I proud of you when you got into UCLA? Yes. Am I proud that you've found yourself what seems like steady employment? Yes, I am. Can I ask you something – do you regret your new career?"
"No. Absolutely not. I've met so many great people and I've had so many crazy experiences." Carrie replied, honestly.
"Then as far as I'm concerned, you're doing what you feel is best for you. There's nothing to apologise for." Rita comforted. "You'll have to tell me about some of those crazy experiences you've had!"
"Yeah…I probably should." The blonde murmured. "Well, I gotta go get ready for bed. Long day tomorrow. It was nice to talk to you, Miss Desjardins"
"Good night, Carrie. I won't keep you waiting." Rita replied, as the call ended. At this, she let out a big sigh. She knew it was wrong to think of Carrie as her little girl. However, she was now experiencing that same feeling that many mothers had when seeing their adult children achieve success – pride with a tinge of sadness. In some ways, she was glad that the old, social misfit Carrie White was dead and that a new creature was out of her shell. In other ways, she wished she could have kept her innocence intact for a little bit longer. The gym teacher couldn't afford to dwell on this, so she set off to the computer in her lounge. she was about to relax and unwind in a way not many would expect.
By watching some porn.
Rita had always had a fascination with porn and smut. Ever since she accidentally found her older brother's stash, she was drawn into admiring the many studs she had seen. Chests you could eat a three course meal off, biceps that helped them literally pick up women and cocks the size of TV remotes. All of this would serve as fuel for her fantasies as she gave her poor, single pussy the attention it deserved.
And the ladies weren't too bad to look at either…
The gym teacher turned on her computer, plugged in her noise-cancelling headphones and immediately went to town.
"Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder, boss! Fill me up!" A secretary with long dark hair squealed as she was screwed by her boss.
"You don't need that stupid boyfriend. You've got me." A Latina lesbian comforted her distraught best friend before beginning to eat her out.
"Two, four, six, eight! We want to F-U-C-K!" A trio of cheerleaders in red and white leotards and ridiculously short dresses cheered and chanted before descending to their knees in front of a trio of jocks and their waiting, erect dicks.
Rita ran her hand around the tip of her right breasts as she watched the videos. Some people would say she was a porn addict – she preferred the term "connoisseur". Like other forms of art, Rita had accumulated a number of favourite performers over the years. A porno was only as arousing as the people involved in it, and over time she had come to associate certain names and studios with high quality production and performances. In her view, porn was a business and art form like any other. The pleasure she got from it was a happy side effect.
Of course, Rita only ever watched porn on her own personal computer. Accessing such material on her school-issue laptop would be grounds for a disciplinary hearing at the minimum. She got the impression that many of the same people that scoffed at Margaret White would happily stand with her if there was a moral panic over a young, single teacher viewing porn on a school-issued computer.
But hey, women teachers have needs too!
The gym teacher was perusing a lesbian themed website when she stumbled upon a video that caught her eye. The given title was: Teacher's Little Slut – Cassie Sinn and Jasmine Warwick. The thumbnail showed a young starlet playing a schoolgirl, naked except for a blue skirt, flashing her pussy and thrusting it in the direction of her unimpressed teacher. Intrigued, Rita clicked through to the video and began to read the description listed below. It read as follows, giving a short synopsis of the scene to follow.
Naughty schoolgirl Cassie Sinn is upset when her teacher Jasmine gives her detention for chewing gum in class. She's meant to meet her boyfriend after school for a cock-sucking session, and is horny as hell. When Jasmine has to leave her alone for a moment to get something from the teacher's lounge, the little vixen senses an opportunity to blow off some steam. However, she's caught in the act, and Jasmine decides that this detention is going to be a little different…
Rita then began to scroll through the brief photo gallery below. Cassie looked to be in her early 20's, and was wearing an appropriate level of makeup. She had slightly curly blonde hair, supple but natural breasts, a shaved area around her vagina and a nice round rear end that drew the attention of the viewer. Her schoolgirl uniform was rather simple – a green blazer worn over a white dress shirt, a navy blue skirt and knee-high white socks. Overall, she was presented as being very desirable. Jasmine looked to be several years older than Cassie – potentially as many as ten years older. She was dressed in the stereotypical teacher's outfit – sensible glasses, a grey dress jacket and a smart dress/blouse combo. Jasmine looked much bigger and stronger than Cassie, which would serve the dynamics of the upcoming scene well. The preview images were enough to convince Rita. She clicked play on the video and it began to stream.
In the opening scene, Cassie was putting away a set of books in her locker when a male student, wearing the same green blazer and black dress pants, came walking up to her. "Hey, Cassie." He drawled.
The strawberry blonde was overjoyed as she saw her boyfriend. "Jake! Hey!" She beamed as she kissed him on the lips. "How's your day been?"
"Good." Jake shrugged, as he scanned the hallway. "So…you still on for after school? Under the bleachers?" He inquired, a quiet note of expectation in his voice.
"Of course! This is going to be so much fun!" Cassie teased, as she accepted a return kiss from Jake. She then grabbed her boyfriend by the shoulders and started to whisper into his right ear as she leaned forward. "I can't wait to have your big, hard dick in my mouth, Jake. I'm going to lick up and down the shaft nice and slowly. Then I'm going to work on the tip. I'll suck and lick around it, like I'm eating ice cream, and get a small taste of your juicy cock. I'll play with it in my hands, getting it hard and firm. Then, I'm going to take it all in, Jake. I'm going to take every inch of you into my slutty little mouth. Slowly and carefully. I'm going to gag on you as I work on your balls. And then? You're going to fuck my mouth, Jake. You're going to pound my throat until you're ready to burst. And when you just can't hold it back any more, you're going to cum in my mouth. I'm going to swallow each and every drop of your warm, juicy cum. Do you like that, Jake? Are you hard?"
"God, I'm so fucking hard…" Jake groaned in anticipation, as his boner began to poke through his pants.
"This is after school, of course." Cassie giggled, playing the teasing girlfriend role perfectly.
"Yes. After." Jake grunted, as his balls became as blue as the Pacific Ocean. "So, what do you have last?"
"Miss Warwick for geography." Cassie grumbled, as she gathered her books. "I hate her – she's so strict. She always gives out detentions for the smallest things. It's so unfair."
"I know, babe. But just look in the bright side. One more period, then we can be together." Jake comforted, as he planted a kiss on Cassie's lips.
"One more period, and that dick of yours is mine." Cassie purred, as she returned the kiss and wiggled her tongue suggestively. The blonde then reached in her pocket, pulled out a piece of red bubble gum and put it in her mouth and started to chew as she walked to class.
As Rita watched, she noted that Cassie had her porn personality nailed perfectly. She had created an air of sex appeal, arousal and intrigue about herself through her facial expressions and body language. Her dirty talking was on point as well, having the gym teacher discover a slight moisture between her legs. She could tell right away that Cassie Sinn had a lot of fun shooting this scene. However, it was one thing to look the part. It was another thing entirely to actually play the part. Whether she had the skills that would pay the bills remained to be seen.
The scene shifted to a geography classroom. Cassie was seated at a small, wooden desk with her books strewn over it. The look on her face was one of complete disinterest. It was a look that Rita had recognised on the faces of several of her students before – that look when the day was almost over and eyes were on the clock. As Jasmine continued to drone on and on, Cassie tapped the pen she was holding on her chin, whilst she continued to chew her piece of gum.
""So we are here, in the Northern Hemisphere." Jasmine lectured, using a ruler to point at the Equator. "North of the Equator. Everything below the Equator is in the Southern Hemisphere, and everything above is in the Northern Hemisphere.. Now who can tell me what the Equator is?" Turning around to face the class of gathered students, she noticed Cassie chewing on something.
"Well, well, well. Chewing gum in my class again, Cassie?" She reprimanded, her black hair tied in a bun. The teacher then grabbed a red waste paper basket and strode with purpose over to Cassie's desk. "Well, go on! Spit it out!" Jasmine commanded, in a bossy tone. Rolling her eyes, the blonde starlet complied, depositing the used piece of gum into the basket. "This is the third time I've caught you breaking class rules this month. You know what that means – detention!"
"No, Miss Warwick, please! I'm supposed to meet my boyfriend after school!" Cassie pleaded in desperation.
"Well, you should've thought of that before you bought gum to my class. Your boyfriend will have to wait." Jasmine told Cassie, sternly.
As the rest of the class began to file out, Cassie remained in her seat. Once the class had emptied out, Jasmine turned her attention to the disobedient pupil. "Okay, Cassie. For your detention, you are going to write "I must not chew gum in class", here on the backboard. You are going to do these lines until I am satisfied." The teacher instructed, as she placed a piece of white chalk just below the blackboard. "Get up here."
"Man!" Cassie whined as she got up from her seat. As she rose, the camera took great pains to focus on her ass as she walked up to the front of the classroom. This was a porno, after all, and the short skirt was chosen to exacerbate that particular feature. Cassie seemed to know this as well, as she walked slowly and deliberately.
"God, that's such a nice ass…" Rita panted, as she watched the video. She was slowly becoming infatuated with the girl on screen.
Once she was at the front of the class, she picked up the chalk that had been left there for her. Jasmine cleared her throat as Cassie stared at the chalk as if it was a foreign object. "Well? Get to work!" The teacher ordered. Pouting, the strawberry blonde picked up the chalk and began to write the assigned lines on the backboard. After two or three lines, Jasmine interjected, sharply. "Cassie, I have to go get something from the teacher's lounge. Behave yourself."
"I will, Miss." Cassie answered, looking as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. However, once her teacher had left the classroom, a devious and sultry smirk replaced the demure smile she had worn before. Undoing the buttons on her green blazer, she took it off and threw it on the floor. Now clad just in her white shirt, tie and skirt, Cassie placed herself in the teacher's chair. "Mmmmm…I'm so horny…" The blonde mewed, as she spread her legs open. The camera then looked up her skirt, to give the viewer a shot of the blue panties she was wearing.
"Come on, enough with the teasing…" Rita insisted, as she watched the video.
"I need somebody inside me." Cassie purred, as she slowly undid her tie and placed it on the table. Maintaining solid eye contact with the camera, she continued her dirty talk. "I need a man to take his hard…" The top button on the shirt was loosened. "…thick…" A second button was undone. "…juicy dick…" Cassie's third button was unfastened, exposing the viewer to bra she was wearing. "…and stick it in my pink little pussy." The fourth and fifth buttons on the shirt came off, leaving her cleavage entirely exposed as the shirt hung off her body. A cross look then formed on Cassie's face. "But I can't. I'm stuck here in detention, and my boyfriend's probably ditched me by now." She grumbled.
Cassie then smirked wickedly. "But I've got all the time in the world to myself." She teased, as she threw off her shirt. "I'm a big girl, and I can take care of myself." She slowly unfastened her bra. "Are you ready to see what's under here?" Cassie invited, licking her lips.
"Here we go…" Rita breathed, her body filling with nervous anticipation.
The strawberry blonde then doffed her blue bra and cast it aside, as though it were a piece of trash. Cassie was now completely topless. Her supple and firm breasts were exposed for the whole world to see. "I just love my perky round tits!" She preened, as she stood up and moved to the right side of the desk and leaned against it. The camera hovered around her as she began to move her body in a seductive manner. "I love it when I jiggle my boobs and they bounce up and down." Sure enough, her breasts were bouncing up and down.
"Sweet Jesus, those are some nice tits!" Rita gasped. The respectable teacher she was in the daytime had transformed under the light of a full moon into a shameless pervert.
Just as Cassie was preparing to remove her skirt, Jasmine returned from collecting her folder.
"Cassie! Put your clothes back on now! This is completely inappropriate behaviour for a classroom!" The teacher shouted.
"Well, aren't you going to punish me? We are in detention, after all." Cassie questioned in a voluptuous voice, as she placed her hands on the desk and began to wiggle her ass in the face of her teacher. "I know you like this ass, Miss. That's why you keep giving me detention so you can stare at me. You dirty pervert. I bet you think of me when you're asleep, don't you? In your little breaks in the teacher's lounge. Why don't you teach this little slut how to behave?"
"I was going to let you go, but now I see you need to be taught some respect! Take that skirt off – if you're going to be a slut in my classroom, you're going to be MY slut!" Jasmine commanded, in a firm voice.
"Whatever you say, Miss." Cassie vamped, as she tucked her fingers into her skirt and inched it all the way down her shapely legs. Once she had done that, she did the same with her blue panties. Cassie Sinn was now fully, completely nude. For the first time, the world got a look at her round, firm bottom. The sultry schoolgirl wiggled her buttocks to the camera in a suggestive way, before turning and displaying her cleanly shaved vagina to the camera. She used her fingers to spread it wide open, indicating she was ready for action. Meanwhile, Jasmine was removing her clothes as well, albeit in a much more business-like manner than Cassie's delightful striptease.
"Okay, Cassie. Let's see if you're as big of a slut as you think." Jasmine challenged, a seductive edge creeping into her voice.
Rita's hands were travelling close to the hem of the pants she was wearing. The teacher also began to feel herself growing wet down there. It was time for the hot, steamy action to begin.
"Yes, Miss! Please fuck me! I need it so bad!" Cassie begged, well and truly aroused.
"Kiss me. On the lips." Jasmine ordered. Immediately, the two women were locked in a nude embrace. They began to kiss each other, at first just on the lips. Then their kisses became more passionate, their tongues entering each other's mouths and jockeying for position. Meanwhile, their hands were travelling all over each other. Cassie had gotten a firm hold of her teacher's breasts, whilst Jasmine was caressing her student's ass.
"I like your tits, Miss." Cassie whispered, as she kissed and licked her teacher's nipples. "They're so big and firm."
"And this is a fine looking ass you've got. No wonder the boys are tripping over you, you filthy girl…" Jasmine then raised her hand and bought it down on Cassie's right ass cheek. The strawberry blonde let out a gasp of pleasure. "You liked that, didn't you? You really are a dirty slut." She then repeated the spanking motion, this time slightly harder.
"I'm a dirty slut…" Cassie breathed in anticipation.
"Whose dirty slut are you?" Jasmine questioned.
"Yours. Please, Miss. Make this dirty slut cum." Cassie moaned, her voice sounding both seductive and submissive.
At that moment, Rita was biting her lip in anticipation. Her fingers hovered around the entrance to her vagina, as she could feel the wetness of her body's natural lubricant on what she had dubbed her honey pot. And her nether regions did indeed feel as sweet as honey as she fingered the entrance to her pussy.
Meanwhile, Cassie and Jasmine continued their perverted embrace, as they kissed and groped one another. Jasmine then sat herself gently on the edge of the table, pulling Cassie into her so that the strawberry blonde was lying on top of her. Cassie's head lay in her "teacher's" ample bosom, as a look of pure lust had formed in her eyes. "Why don't you put that tongue of yours to good use, and start cleaning my pussy?" Jasmine instructed.
'With pleasure, Miss." Cassie grinned naughtily, as she moved her head lower down the older starlet's chest, planting kisses on Jasmine's breasts, chest and bellybutton, before eventually coming to a stop near her vagina. After giving a couple of more kisses, the young blonde then stuck her tongue out, making it nice and flat and began to service her "teacher"..
"Yeah, that's it. Lick my fucking cunt and clit, you little whore." The teacher panted, as pleasure began to manifest itself in her facial expressions.
After working the vagina for a bit, Cassie came across what some call the holy grail of lesbian sex – the clitoris. A wicked look on her face, her tongue then got to work on the small nub that rested near the top of the vaginal area. Forget geography or history, this slutty little blonde was getting an up close and personal education in human anatomy..
"Mmmmm….oh yeah. Keep licking my fucking clit. Just like that. Ooooohhhh…" Jasmine grunted and gasped as her "student" pleasured her.
Rita, meanwhile, was experiencing a similar thrill to that of her teacher. She was now steadily fingering herself as she played with her breasts. She let out a series of small moans as the pleasure began to build within her. Her fingers, greased with spit, were moving in and out of the entrance of her lady cave.
After a few more minutes of working down south, Jasmine pulled Cassie back to her feet. "Not bad. But if you want to prove you're a real whore, why don't you try licking my ass?"
"Oh, yes please, Miss! Please let me stick my tongue in your asshole!" Cassie begged. With a look of gleeful perversion upon her face, Jasmine backed her rear end up to Cassie's face, grabbed a hold of her head and proceeded to shove her face into her asshole. Compared to what had gone before, it was quite unceremonious, but it showed that the no-nonsense teacher was in charge of the scene.
"Here you go. Eat my sweaty butthole. Oh yeah, that's the stuff. You're such a good little slut for me in detention. Mmmmm….I might have to start giving you detention more often. Would you like that? Ohh yeaaahhh…would you like to get fucked by your hot, strict geography teacher after school?" Jasmine spoke, lecherously.
"Yes, Miss. I want you to fuck me. Make me your pet." Cassie let out several moans, as she had started masturbating whilst licking her "teacher's" rear.
After a few more minutes of Cassie's head in her butt, Jasmine instructed Cassie to stand up straight. As she complied, the teacher began to rummage around in her desk. A smirk grew across her face as she found and produced the item she was looking for. "Do you know what this is, young lady?"
"Yes, Miss. It's a strap-on." Cassie nodded, barely keeping the excitement out of her voice as she observed the purple silicon dildo with a black strap harness attached to it that Jasmine was holding.
"Well, today's your lucky day, because you're going to feel this in your ass. Bend over the table." Jasmine ordered. Cassie complied immediately, placing her hands on the desk and spreading her legs. Once Jasmine glided her hands across the dildo, satisfied that it was adequately lubricated, she turned back to her "student". The lubricating of the toy had clearly taken place off-camera – no need to keep the viewers waiting. The foreplay was over – the real bones (pun intended) of the scene were about to be served.
"Are you ready, pet? Are you ready for my big, wet, toy?" She probed.
"Yes, Miss! I need it! I need it in all my holes!" Cassie gasped as she braced herself in anticipation. Nodding, Jasmine took the initiative and positioned herself behind the strawberry blonde. Slowly and carefully, she pressed the tip of the toy into Cassie's anus. The applied lube helped it to slide in easily and naturally. Cassie let out a gasp of surprise as she first felt the strap-on's presence, followed by a loud moan of pleasure as the toy found it's way inside her. Slowly, but surely, Jasmine began to move her hips, enabling the dildo to slide right out of her and then back in. Back and forth she went, as she began to fuck her. The breathing of both actresses became heavy and filled with arousal. Cassie was getting into the smutty spirit deeply.
"Yes! Yes! Put that cock in my shit hole! Fuck! Oh, fuck this slutty little ass!" The blonde squealed like a pleased piglet as she found herself being penetrated.
"Bet your little boyfriend doesn't do this with you." Jasmine growled, as she continued to pound away.
"You're so much better than my boyfriend." Cassie cooed, her face contorted in ecstasy.
"Say that again, bitch." Jasmine ordered.
"I said, you're so much better than my boyfriend-OH FUCK!" The strawberry blonde's voice rose several octaves as the silicone toy continued to ram her from behind.
"Good girl. Soon you'll forget all about that limp dick boyfriend." The teacher vowed, as she grabbed hold of Cassie's hair and continued to fuck her hard. The blonde schoolgirl wore a look of perverted glee on her face as she looked at her sexy teacher. After what had seemed like an eternity of anal sex, the focus switched to the good old missionary position. Cassie lay down on the desk and spread her legs wide as Jasmine positioned the dildo next to the entrance to her vagina. She began to gently insert it, just as she had done with the ass. Cassie let out a series of sultry oooh's and ahhh's as she felt the toy settle inside her. Slowly, the teacher began to move in and out, in a steady rhythm. As she got more into it, Cassie found her self building towards an orgasm.
"Oh…oh…mmmmm….yeahhh….fuck me, Miss. Fuck me so hard with your cock." She swooned.
"You like this, don't you, pet?" Jasmine coaxed, in an almost gentle voice. The contrast with the rough screwing she was administering was obvious..
"Yes, Miss…oh, shit! Oh fuck! I think I'm going to cum!" Cassie realised, a hint of desperation creeping into her voice.
"You naughty girl, cumming in my class…" Jasmine purred lustily.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" The strawberry blonde cried in pleasure.
"Go ahead, pet. Cum." The teacher granted her student's wish.
"OH FUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!" Cassie squealed as a loud orgasm ripped through her body and erupted from her mouth. Her cum was staining the sides of the strap-on as she climaxed. It was moments like these that the term "money shot" was made for. Cassie Sinn would be taking away a very pretty this scene, all right! She seemed to know this as well, as she let out a satisfied smile.
"Mmmmm. That was so good, Miss." Cassie purred, still reclining naked on the desk.
"Good. Because this is going to be our private detention from now on. That reminds me – you failed your last pop quiz. You're going to have to stay behind tomorrow for some remedial learning…" Jasmine replied, looking at Cassie the way a wolf looks at a sheep.
"Me and my holes are looking forward to it." Cassie winked at the camera and blew a kiss, ending the scene.
It was at that moment Rita climaxed, letting out a loud cry of pleasure as she removed her fingers from her pussy to find them stained with her lady juices. Basing her ranks of porn scenes on how satisfied they left her, this scene would be a solid ten, an A+. Both performers had given their all to the scene and to their characters. However, the spunky little newcomer Cassie had quickly wormed her way into the dark, perverted areas of Rita's heart. She had bought a considerable aura to the proceedings. Whilst it was clear that this young twenty-something knew her way around her - and others – nether regions, there was still a certain air of innocence about her. This innocence, however, was coloured by a clear delight she took in engaging in taboo, perverted acts on camera – something that was necessary if one hoped to make it in the hectic world of adult entertainment. However, as she pressed pause on the video and took in the blonde's naked torso and the sly look of satisfaction on her face, a realisation suddenly came to her.
Cassie Sinn looked an awful lot like Carrie White…
Rita then remembered Carrie stating that she had done sone "nude stuff" as part of her new employment. Could it possibly be that she had just watched – and pleasured herself to – her former charge trying to make money to pay her back? Very few porn actresses shot under their birth names – many used aliases or stage names. It certainly wouldn't be the first time somebody turned to the adult industry in order to pay the bills. Not that she would judge Carrie if that was the case – Rita was an admitted connoisseur of porn. However, there were some major concerns that began to come to the fore. As far as she knew, Carrie was a virgin at the time she departed for Los Angeles. She was still a vulnerable girl, recovering from the abuse her mother had heaped on her. Whilst porn had made Rita feel aroused and sensual, there were several horror stories of naïve girls being taken advantage of by dodgy producers. Rita was still deeply protective of the strawberry blonde, and wanted to make sure she wasn't being targeted or preyed on.
It was with this in mind that she picked up the phone and called Carrie back – forgetting it was well after midnight.
"Hello?" Carrie grunted as she was awoken.
"Carrie, it's Rita here. Sorry to disturb you, but-" The teacher began, only to be cut off.
"Jesus Christ! Do you know what time it is?!" Carrie grumbled, upset at the rude awakening she had been given.
"I know, and I'm sorry. I'll let you get back to sleep soon. But there's something I need to know. You're a grown woman, Carrie. You're able to make your own decisions, and you have the right to do what you want, especially when it comes to your body. I love and respect you, and I won't judge you. But I need you to be honest with me. Are you doing porn?" Rita questioned, in a forthright manner.
A few moments passed. Eventually, Rita heard what sounded like a sigh of relief come over the phone line. "So you figured it out. I like to think I dropped a few hints."
"Does this mean that you're Cassie Sinn?" Rita pressed.
"Yes. That's my stage name. I came up with it after my first scene. I'm a consensual, professional adult performer. And I'm not ashamed of anything that I've done. So if you're calling to lecture me or shame me, you can fuck right off." Carrie declared. The sharp tone threw Rita for a loop. Clearly, Carrie had changed during her time in California.
"I'm not shaming you, or anything like that. I just wanted to ask you some questions." Rita defended herself.
"Go ahead." Carrie replied, a slightly defensive tone in her voice.
"So, I saw that scene you did with that Jasmine woman. The one with the strap-on." The teacher began.
"Did you like it?" The blonde inquired, a salacious note in her voice.
"I…I…I liked it just fine. You…you looked pretty." Rita stammered, as she blushed furiously. Another sigh came down the phone line. However, this sigh was one of contentment.
"I told you that I liked to look at my body, Miss Desjardins. I'm glad that you like to look at my body as well. Tell me something: did I make you horny?" Carrie questioned, a seductive tone creeping into her voice.
As Rita bit her lip as her face grew redder, Carrie let out a small giggle. "I'll take your silence as a yes."
"Yeah. You made me horny, Carrie. You looked so fucking sexy. I wanted to spank you myself." Rita blurted out. Her eyes grew wide as she realised what she had just said. "I'm sorry. I…"
"Relax. We're all consenting adults here." Carrie purred, infusing some of that porn star moxie into her voice.
"Yeah, but you're like a daughter to me! I shouldn't be thinking like that about you!" Rita argued.
"I'm LIKE your daughter, or I AM your daughter? Those are very different things, remember." The blonde noted.
"But I've been your teacher for three years – surely there must be some ethical rules in play." Rita retorted.
"One of the things I've learned in this industry is that the more risqué the material, the more fun it is. You should embrace the awkward." Carrie explained, a sage note in her voice. "Seriously, though – I'm glad you got off on that scene. It means I'm doing my job well." Her tone then grew concerned. "So you're not mad at me for wasting your money by running off to be a porn star?"
"The money was to support you. Whether you wanted to use it for college or other things was of no concern to me. Your happiness – and your safety – are my priority. I just hope you aren't being taken for a ride." Rita clarified.
"Thanks for your concern. But I'm fine. I've got a very good agent, and I've made a lot of friends in the business out here. They've got my back." Carrie reassured.
"As long as you're happy, sweetheart." Rita nodded in reply.
"Yeah. Yeah, I am happy." Carrie let out a small smile.
"Thank you for the money, Carrie. I assume that came from your pay checks. You didn't need to repay me." Rita offered her gratitude.
"It was nothing. My job pays well enough to get by and pay you back. And I did need to repay you. You were the first person to believe in me, and what they're paying teachers these days is a fucking disgrace. So I'm going to continue to pay you, and I don't want to hear anything more." Carrie instructed, firmly.
"Yes, ma'am." Rita chuckled, before checking the clock. "Wow, it's late. I should let you go. But one more question. As far as I know, you were a virgin when you left Maine. Does this mean-"
"I didn't lose my virginity on a porn set, if that's what you're worried about. In fact, I had already punched my V-card when you saw me naked in my bedroom that day, and let me assure you it was 100% safe and consensual." Carrie retorted.
"I believe you. Do you want to tell me who it was?" Rita wondered.
"Patrick – a friend of Tommy and George from lacrosse. He was really sweet. He made me feel special." Carrie explained, in a blissful voice. "Did you see all three of them got drafted to the big leagues? That must be so exciting for them."
"I know. I'm so proud of them. And you." Rita smiled. She then slapped her head. "Right. Bed."
"Yeah, I've got a big day on set tomorrow. I'm going to be in a femdom scene where I play a demon who dominates her sub in hell." The blonde explained.
"That sounds sexy." Rita let out a small growl of desire. "But seriously. Good night, Carrie. I'm glad you're happy."
"Night, Miss Desjardins. Oh, one last thing. When Jasmine fucked me with that strap-on, I was thinking of you." Carrie teased, before signing off. Rita let out a Yelp of frustration as she heard the dial tone echo in her right ear.
How on earth was she going to get to sleep now?!
*** TLCS ***
One thing was unmistakable – Carrie White drove her former tea+her wild. If Rita was to be truthful, she had started developing feelings for her when she first saw her in her swimsuit during gym class. Her body held a string natural allure that naturally appealed to the young red headed gym teacher. This was only reinforced by the small glimpse of her body she caught in her bedroom that day. However, she knew she could never act on her feelings – to do so would be the ultimate abuse of trust by a teacher or a guardian.
However, the slutty pornography persona of Cassie Sinn, which Carrie had lovingly crafted, gave Rita an outlet for all of her sexual urges. The revelation had prompted Rita to seek out everything she could find about her former charge's sojourn into the world of porn. The first thing she did was to find out who was representing her. It turned out she was signed to an agency called Gold Star Girls, run by a man named Ernest Gold. Reading a blurb on the website, Ernest boasted that he got the best outcomes for his girls, both professionally and personally. Gossip around Gold Star Girls on the various adult boards she frequented was that Ernest strictly vetted each of the parties that approached him with requests for his clients and strongly emphasised the power his girls had to say no to things that they felt uncomfortable with. Rita felt grateful that Carrie had someone who could act with her interests in mind.
Browsing the Gold Star Girls website, Rita happened upon Cassie Sinn's profile on the "models" section of the website, along with those of many other girls. The image that greeted her was a striking one, to be certain - she was dressed in a suitably skimpy gold bikini and panties, bending over and stretching her hands in front of her in a sexy pose. Clicking through to her profile, she was greeted by a series of four sample images. Along with the one she had already seen, there was a photo of her pulling her bikini top down ever so slightly to show the camera her breasts. A teasing smile rested upon her face. The third image featured her with her back to the camera, posing with her hands on her hips and showing off her sexy rear end. The last photo showed Carrie standing completely naked, cupping her breasts in her hands as she ogled the camera. She was grinning in a sultry manner as she did so. I'm ready, boys! Was the message the photos were intended to send.
Listed below, to the right of the sample images, were what pornography insiders referred to as the model's "dance card". Simply put, these were the list of acts that any given model was willing to engage in. Carrie, or rather Cassie's, dance card informed the viewer that she was available for:
Solo
Boy/Girl
Girl/Girl
Boy/Girl/Girl
Boy/Boy/Girl
Blowjob
Anal
Bondage
Cosplay/Fetish
Interracial
"Wow." Rita whispered to herself as she took in the list of what Carrie had done during her professional career. It seemed like only yesterday that she was shyly, tentatively, admiring her body in the bedroom mirror. Now she was firmly in control, as she explored her sexuality through the medium of pornography. She looked pretty confident and assured as well, judging by the sample photos and her work in the strap-on video. Whilst the red headed teacher felt a little sad that the girl that she had cared for was gone, a strong, confident and sexy young woman stood in her place.
And Rita couldn't be more proud.
So she did the only thing she could do to financially support Carrie – buy all of her DVD's and watch all her scenes. The gym teacher found herself marvelling at the development of her former charge. In her first scene, which was a simple blowjob scene, she could feel this sense of nervous anticipation around Carrie. But when it came time for action, and she started happily sucking her co-star's dick, her inhibitions just seemed to fall away. From there, Carrie's journey in porn went from strength to strength.
She, along with another actress named Nadia Rayne, stole the show in Best Friends Fucking 5, in a scene where they took turns sucking and fucking the male lead's impressive looking meat rod after warming up by playing with each other. Carrie and Nadia had clear chemistry with one another, and as a result, they would team up for several girl-on-girl scenes. The highlights of these were a scene where the two girls got extremely messy whilst baking a cake and licked the mess off each other's naked bodies, and another scene where they both played a pair of horny prisoners who wound up pleasuring themselves – and each other – with a dildo Nadia had "smuggled" into their cell.
Carrie had crossed the frontier and "gone black" with Xerxes Spears, a tall, strapping Black stallion of a man, who had a cock as hard as granite yet a voice as soft as honey. He and Carrie had played a king and Queen on their marriage bed, resulting in a tender, sensual experience. Both Xerxes and Carrie lost themselves in erotic bliss as they took their time worshipping each other's bodies, with the strawberry blonde emitting perhaps her loudest orgasm yet when the African stud had used his tongue on her. The scene stood as testament to Carrie's evolving sexual confidence, with her initiating French kissing for the first time with a man and winding up on top of Xerxes, riding him cowgirl style. She managed to bring him to an orgasm not long after he had done the same for her.
Rita had observed that Carrie had developed a taste for foreign men, exemplified by Xerxes and a tall Russian named Nikolai Rostov teaming up to give her her first double penetration. In that particular scene, Xerxes and Nikolai acted as a sort of inverted, perverted Ying and Yang with their contrasting styles to porno sex. Xerxes had already proven himself to be the more sensual, sensitive lover of the two. Nikolai, on the other hand, was somewhat rough and uncouth, integrating dirty talk, hair pulling and vigorous thrusting scenes. The sight of their two throbbing cocks jammed into Carrie's pussy and mouth respectively was enough to send Rita into fits of ecstasy. Carrie clearly enjoyed working with Nikolai, because he was the one she entrusted her first anal scene to. The sight of her former charge on all fours while the burly Russian thrust powerfully and repeatedly into her gaping back passage, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a small moan of pleasure, would be burned into Rita's head forever.
To her immense surprise and pride, she discovered that Carrie – well, Cassie – and Nikolai had won the AVN Award for Best Anal Scene. Maybe Tina Blake can ask her for some tips! She thought as she remembered how there was a list circling amongst the male students that labelled Tina Blake the "Biggest Slut" of their graduating class. Oh, if only they saw what quiet little Carrie White had been up to! Seeing her former charge's rise in stature caused her to feel deeply satisfied – in every sense of the word.
One day, two letters and a package arrived for Rita. The package was wrapped in simple, brown paper. Opening the letter, Rita began to read. It turned out the letter was from Carrie, written with a black pen in a steady hand.
Dear Miss Desjardins
It's me, Carrie.
Not the Carrie that Chamberlin knew, but the same Carrie you helped. I've changed a lot, but I've also stayed the same.
I know finding out the truth about what I do for a living must have been shocking. Believe me, when I left Chamberlin, becoming a porn actress wasn't necessarily something that I had on my list of goals. However, working in the industry, whilst challenging at times, has proven to be deeply rewarding. I've pushed myself to places I didn't think I was capable of going, I've kept my promise to pay you back, and I've made so many new friends. I even have fans! My getting involved in porn may have initially been about money, but along the way it began to symbolise freedom and power. My shrink tells me that I've probably always harboured a deep desire to break taboos. I guess that's why people like Cassie Sinn.
Anyway, this letter serves two purposes. The first is to give an explanation why I got into porn and how I arrived at that decision. The reason I didn't explain earlier was because this isn't exactly the type of thing you discuss over the phone.
The UCLA campus was a much more sex-positive environment than anywhere in Maine. That impression was formed upon arrival, when I had two condoms thrust into my hand by a student sexual health ambassador. What's really relevant here, though, was that my first encounter with my dorm mate was walking in on her watching porn.
Yeah. Awkward.
(It was an interracial cuckold scene, by the way, but that's besides the point.)
Anyway, Ava – the room mate – offered to help me get some hookups and helped me set up a Tinder profile to let the boys out there know that I was available and DTF. (I seriously never thought I would write that.) Of course, they were perfect gentlemen and we used protection. None of us expected anything more from each other, and that was just fine by us. Anyway, during the course of one of these hookups, I learned that the guy was looking potentially having to repay up to $50,000 dollars in student loans when all was said and done. Naturally, I started researching jobs, but none of them paid that well.
Enter Ava.
Turns out she's a bit of a perv, because I caught her admiring my body one morning as I got dressed. She told me that I had a great figure and personality, and that could potentially get me places. She asked me if I had considered utilising adult entertainment to pay my bills. She told me that she was a amateur cam girl, and that she got big bucks from people tuning in to watch her streams. I had nothing left to lose, so I decided to give it a try. Ava decided to try and help me come out of my shell and see if I couldn't have some fun with this.
The first thing I tried my hand at was stripping. There was an amateur night at a nearby strip club, and I put my name forward. Ava was the one who taught me how to act sexy. She taught me about the art of stripping, how to do a striptease, when to slow down and when to speed up. She even got me a sexy red bra and thong to wear during the routine, and took me to a pole dancing class.
I won second prize. Not bad for somebody who had never been on a pole before.
Once I got over my nerves, I loved performing in front of a crowd. Walking back to campus afterwards trying not to get mugged, not so much. So, Ava suggested that there was a way I could experience that high of showing my body off to a crowd without having to leave the dorm – camming.
Being a cam girl is somewhat different from being a stripper, in that you have to respond to specific requests rather than dance generally for an audience. However, I loved my camming experience as well. It probably helped that Ava threatened to never do another stream if the viewers were mean. I got asked to do a show my bare feet to the camera (foot fetish ahoy!) as well as showing my breasts to the camera. I must've made an impression, because Ava suddenly started receiving increased traffic. Someone in the com box even wrote: This girl should do porn – she'd be a hit!
You see where this is going, don't you? Curiously enough, doing porn also opens doors to stripping/dancing and camming. I've done all three at some stage over the past few years.
Ava told me that the first thing to do to become a porn actress was to get picked up by a casting agency. So, she took a whole bunch of photos of me, many of them nude, made copies of them and sent them off to Ernest. She apparently met him a couple of times at some adult conventions while trying to network. We also did a lot of experimenting with toys and the like, and obviously watched a lot of porn as well. I mean, A LOT. What struck me was that the best porn is just as much theatre as it is sex. Of course, there's the sex, but there's also the commitment to the other performers and their own comfort and safety. That's why having Ernest as an agent has been so beneficial – he knows the industry and gets me work with the more respectable studios.
Well, as respectable as you can get when you have two studs screwing you, anyway.
Long story short, Ernest and I met and he agreed to take me on. I got my first shoot the next week. And the rest is smutty, easily accessible history.
As to how I'm getting by? Ava and I live together in a rented apartment in downtown L.A. We both left UCLA when she got in trouble with the school's honour board over her cam service. She was basically asked to choose between college and camming, and she chose camming. As for myself? I didn't want to live a double life, praying that my professors didn't see any of my work. It's not five star, but it's nice enough and we both make enough to get by.
Which brings me to the second purpose of this letter. This is an invitation. How long has it been, since you've had a decent vacation, Miss Desjardins? Let alone one where you can soak up the sun? And I haven't seen your face since that moment I strode into Logan. Honestly? I miss you. I'm inviting you to come out and see me over the summer break. It'll be my treat. If you'll look in the envelope, you'll find a paid-for return ticket in your name from Boston to Los Angeles.
Rita then reached over to open the second envelope. Sure enough, she found a ticket for a United Airlines flight from Boston to Los Angeles that was set to leave in June. Also enclosed was a small note listing an address on 7th Street in Los Angeles, near the fashion district. Beneath the address were written the simple words My Apartment. Grabbing her phone, Rita put Carrie's new address in her contacts list before returning to the letter.
Now the package is something that I know you'll like.
Reaching to grab the package, the gym teacher began to unwrap it. Once she saw what Carrie had sent her, her jaw dropped open. It was a large glass dildo. About six inches in length, it had a series of lovely red hearts decorating it. The top of the toy was shaped exactly like a tip of a penis.
This is my gift from me to you. You deserve all the pleasure in the world, and I hope this helps you. Enjoy.
Until we meet again
Cassie Sinn f.k.a Carrie White
A wicked smirk crossed Rita's face. Oh, she was going to have some fun tonight!
*** TLCS ***
Next chapter: As Carrie and Rita reconnect in Los Angeles, we find out how Carrie wound up losing her virginity.