The Glass Box

 

Michelle, an attractive young lady with flowing hair, had butterflies in her tummy as she stepped for the first time, in her highest heels, into the business office of Vivacious Video, a prominent producer of pornography. Behind the reception desk sat Celine, a glamorous middle age lady with a ravishingly voluptuous body, barely covered in clothes designed to accentuate her sexuality rather than conceal it.

Celine: “Hello, may I help you?” Michelle: “I was wondering if there might be any openings for a receptionist or a secretary. I brought my resume.” Celine takes the resume but sets it down on her desk without looking at it. “No, all the positions here are filled by our former porn performers.” Michelle, crestfallen: “Oh. I was hoping I could find an entry level position so that I could eventually work into becoming a porn girl.” Celine: “The only entry positions here ARE in porn performing. Is that what you want?” Michelle: “Yes! I like sex, a lot, and since I was eleven I’ve always admired and envied the beautiful, sexy ladies in the porn magazines and videos, and wished that someday I could be just like them!”

Celine: “Would you like some advice? This business is not just a job, and it is much more than a career. It is a total life style. You would be a public, living advocate for sex. And once you begin, you can never really stop, because even if you decide to leave, your images will remain in print, and on the internet, forever, for the whole world to see. And to be successful at it, you will have to be eagerly enthusiastic and committed to displaying yourself sexually, to be competitive. Every year as sexual exposure moves further from taboo to trendy, more and more young ladies are attracted to this business who have varying levels of motivation and commitment. Only the most motivated will succeed. So, what do you say?”

Michelle hesitates, then closes her eyes and takes a deep breath: “I want to be a porn girl!” Celine: “Okay, take off your clothes and I’ll tell you if I can recommend you for an interview.” Michelle: “Take my clothes off? Right here?” Celine: “Yes. You can’t be a porn girl if you can’t take your clothes off. But do wear your heels.” Michelle nervously undresses. As she fumbles with her bra, Celine comments: “If you hope to be a real porn star, you’ll have to thoroughly think, breathe and live sex, every minute — it’s a total commitment. You can never be prudish, or anti-sex. That means, among other things, you can never wear a bra or panties again — nothing that is sexually restrictive.” Finally Michelle stands before Celine, fully nude. Celine: “Now step all the way around.” Michelle does.

Celine: “Okay, here’s my honest evaluation. You have a pretty face and a slim waist. That’s good. But your boobs are too small and your ass is too flat. To even qualify for an interview, your tits and ass would have to be much more voluptuous! Here at Vivacious we feel that a showgirl should have something to show!” Michelle, very disappointed: “Oh . . . ” Celine: “But, if you really want to, you could have your boobs enhanced — that’s up to you. And with lots of leg exercises you could build up your ass. Then you could come back and try again for an interview.” Michelle: “Oh . . . um . . . how big should I make my boobs?” Celine: “These days, at least 40 inches, double E. Your boobs should really stick out, like two torpedoes, and be firm enough to hold themselves up without a bra.” Michelle looks a little overwhelmed: “Wow.” Celine: “Yeah, these days we’re entering what are called tit wars — women not even in our business are jealously checking out the sizes of each other’s tits, and one-upping each other, competing for male attention. And don’t forget to do your nipples.” Michelle: “M-my nipples?” Celine: “Yes. Your nipples should be permanently erect, because erect nipples tell the world that you are sexually aroused and eager to be fucked. And here’s a pamphlet on leg exercises that will build up your ass. Now while you’re working on that, you should be always wearing stiletto high heels, so that it becomes so natural to you that you can walk in them with natural elegance and confidence.” Michelle: “The shoes I’m wearing now have four inch heels.” Celine: “Not high enough. Your heels should be at least five inches, without platforms.” Michelle: “Uh — why five inches?” Celine: “Because five inches say ‘Fuck me!’ louder than four inches. Your heels should be high enough to make your feet arch. It makes them look sexier, and improves your posture. Your back will arch a little more, your tits and ass will stick out a little farther, your ass will wiggle more when you walk and your tits will jiggle more. You want to be the best you can be.

“Now that’s a lot to aim for, but if you’re really motivated you won’t hesitate to try. And if you do all that, then I can recommend you for an interview. That doesn’t guarantee you’ll be accepted, but you might be.” Michelle: “Uh, I’ll try . . . ” As Michelle starts to put her clothes back on — minus her bra and panties — Celine continues: “Good. Then I’ll look forward to seeing you again. In the meantime, don’t let the cold scorn of the frigid prudes discourage you. It takes courage to face them. Today sex is having a polarizing affect on society — even though sex is more widely accepted now than ever before, there are still a great many frigid prudes. The battle lines are clearly drawn, and for a few more years we all have to choose which side we are going to sanction — the frigid prudes or the hot, orgasmic pussies. Which kind of life do you want to live? We only live once, so choose wisely.

“By the way, you might take some courage from reading our company statement, engraved in the plaque on the wall.” Michelle steps over to the plaque, which reads:

UNDERSTANDING OURSELVES

WOMEN ARE WALKING VAGINAS AND MEN ARE WALKING PHALLUSES. OUR BODIES ARE MERELY EXTENTIONS OF OUR GENITALS. WE TELL OURSELVES THAT WE ARE SOMETHING ELSE, BUT AT OUR CORE THIS IS PRIMARILY WHAT WE ARE. WE EVOLVED FROM SINGLE CELL CREATURES THAT WERE PURELY REPRODUCTION ORGANS, AND THAT IS STILL THE ESSENCE OF OUR BEING TODAY. TO TRY TO PRETEND OTHERWISE IS TO TRY TO DISTORT AND PERVERT OUR VERY NATURE. TO GET IN TOUCH AND IN HARMONY WITH OUR OWN NATURE IS TO ACCEPT ON THE DEEPEST LEVEL OUR SEXUALITY, IN ALL OF ITS FEELING, LONGING AND CRAVING FOR TOTAL MIND AND BODY ORGASMS. ALL OF OUR ARTISITIC EXPRESSION SHOULD BE SEXUAL IN ITS ESSENCE. ART WITHOUT SEX IS STERILE, COLD, EMPTY AND INHUMAN. BIOLOGY IS ALMOST TOTALLY SEX. EVERY LIVING ORGANISM IS SEXUAL AT ITS CORE — IT HAS TO BE, JUST TO HAVE BEEN BORN, TO BE A PART OF THE CYCLE OF LIFE OF ITS OWN SPECIES. ALL OF OUR LIVES ARE CENTERED AROUND TRYING TO BE SEXUALLY ATTRACTIVE, AND ANY ATTEMPTS TO PRETEND OTHERWISE IS AN EXERCISE IN FUTILE PERVERSION.

CONCURRENTLY, OUR LIVES ARE GREATLY ENHANCED BY DEVELOPING OUR INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL, TO BRING CALM TO OUR ENVIRONMENT, TO BRING ORDER OUT OF CHAOS. AND WEALTH IS DERIVED FROM HIGH INTELLECTUAL ACHIEVEMENT. BUT SEX IS INTEGRAL TO INTELLIGENCE; PEOPLE WHO ARE SEXUALLY STIMULATED ARE AT THEIR MOST INTELLECTUALLY CREATIVE BECAUSE THEIR BRAINS ARE IN THE ALPHA ZONE.

A PORN STAR IS A PUBLIC FIGURE WITH A MORAL OBLIGATION TO SOCIETY, TO ALWAYS BE RELIABLE AS A SEX-POSITIVE ROLE MODEL, TO INSPIRE HOPE AND COURAGE. THE PUBLIC DEPENDS ON PORN STARS FOR SEXUAL GUIDANCE. A PORN STAR MUST PERFORM AND DEMONSTRATE EVERY HUMAN SEXUAL ACT, AND MUST AT ALL TIMES RADIATE THAT POSITIVE GLOW THAT CANNOT BE FAKED, BUT CAN ONLY OCCUR NATURALLY WHEN A PERSON FUCKS AND HAS ORGASMS EVERY DAY. SOCIETY ABSOLUTELY NEEDS THE MORAL SUPPORT OF THESE POSITIVE EXAMPLES!

Michelle: “Okay. Uh . . . I’ll remember that. And I’ll be back.” Celine: “That’s good, dear. Until then, remember — Pussy Power!”

The next few weeks were anxious ones for Michelle, as she followed through on her life changing decisions. Several times she felt genuinely afraid, of society’s seemingly excessively cautious sexual stance, and the stern, overbearing disapproval of the anti-sex prudes, with their smug overconfidence in their seemingly eternally accepted social traditions, reinforced by a plethora of legislation supporting their anti-sex views. Several times Michelle seriously wondered if she were making a big mistake, possibly ostracizing herself from the majority of society.

Six weeks later, Michelle returned to the Vivacious offices. She was almost unrecognizable from her former self. Not only were her tits and ass vastly more voluptuous, but her posture and outward self confidence were also radically improved. Even Celine was surprised. Michelle was no longer the average, overcautious, sexually inhibited person she was before, but had seemingly transformed into a sexually hot, uninhibited slinking babe that most men can only wish for. But on the inside, how emotionally free was she really, from her former conditioning and fears? Celine felt it was time to find out. She called the President of Vivacious, Steve Gillingsworth, on the phone, and soon the Vice President of Production, Maureen — another stunning middle age sexual bombshell — strutted gracefully through another door in a skintight silk dress and towering stilettos, to guide Michelle to the President’s office.

Steve Gillingsworth, seated in a big chair behind his large mahogany desk, seemed business-like and professional. He asked Michelle to walk across the room and back again, which she did, radiating sexuality as she did, and Steve appeared to approve. Then he invited Michelle to sit on the leather couch facing his desk, and instructed her to take off her dress so he could see her fully nude while they talked, which she did. Steve then began to engage her in conversation regarding her goals and motivations for working in porn, as he rose from his own chair and walked around his desk toward Michelle. Michelle noticed, as Steve rose from his chair, that his pants were open and he was not wearing anything else inside his pants. As Steve sat on the edge of his desk, legs spread apart, facing Michelle, his pants gaped open and his sizeable cock was clearly in view. Michelle felt a tingling sensation in her pussy, and wondered if Steve had been a former porn star.

Steve seemed quite straightforward, neither bullying or making outlandish promises. There was a hint of compassion in his voice as he offered Michelle a 30 day tryout period. During this period, Michelle would move around the departments, performing various duties and getting acquainted with the inner workings of the porn business, and would be paid a starting salary of $2000 per week, plus free lodging in the company’s apartment building if she desired. Following the filing of her employment paperwork, she would be immediately photographed in a variety of sexual poses, and those photos would be posted right away on the internet, with additional photos and videos taken and posted at intervals, to test both her ability to pose provocatively, and the degree of popularity that her web page generates. She would have to be fully nude at all times during her tryout period, to test her resolve and to help condition her emotionally to the long term demands of her new profession. Her popularity on the internet by the end of her tryout period would largely determine if she would be retained by Vivacious.

As Steve concluded his introduction, he commented that Michelle seemed vaguely distracted. Michelle: “Oh, I’m sorry. The sight of your cock was making my pussy hungry.” Steve: “Oh, good. It’s important that our porn girls have an intense appetite for sex. They will have to engage in a lot of it, and should appear to be really passionate about it! You might indeed be suited for a long term career in this profession.”

Michelle’s pussy was still tingling with unconsummated sexual desires as Steve sent her down to Maureen’s office to begin her legal paperwork. To begin, Michelle presented a valid full STI and HIV test certificate that was less than a week old. Next she presented her photo ID, and was recorded on video, in close-up with her ID held close to her face, declaring that she desires to engage in full sexual activities as her purpose of employment, and therefore waives all personal legal rights to claim sexual harrassment in the workplace. Following that was all the standard employment tax forms. Finally Michelle was ready to enter her new career as a porn girl.

Maureen summoned Denise, the company photographer, to take Michelle to her first photo shoot. Denise is closer to Michelle’s age, very personable, beautiful, extremely sexy, fully nude except for her full length nylons and five inch stilettos, and her hand-held camera strapped over her neck. She begins taking random photos of Michelle, and Michelle is impressed by how Denise’s voluptuous body bends and twists and turns rapidly and gracefully, as Denise moves her camera around Michelle to get a wide variety of angles. Denise instructs and encourages Michelle as she writhes around, getting lots of shots of very intimate, private body areas. Denise: “The term ‘photo spread’ has a specific meaning here. It means you spread yourself open so the camera can see your most sexual parts. But don’t worry about the camera positions — just be sexy and the camera will work around you. We’ll have you do some fuck scenes later, but for now we just want a variety of close-ups of you.

“Now, understand that you need to emote personality, to build viewer interest in you. Your anatomy alone is not enough. All women have nude female bodies under their clothes, so why should millions of guys make a special effort to see pictures of you? To be successful, you need to build a fan base by visually expressing deep sexual passion to make the guys believe that you are really eager to have each of them fuck you.” Michelle found the photo shoot to be a novel experience, and began to take some pride in it, despite the initial sense of violation of her most private space. At the conclusion Denise dismissed her, saying, “I’ll be selecting and arranging shots of you for your new web page. When it’s ready I’ll show you what I’ve put together, and we can talk about it.”

Reporting back to Maureen, Michelle is taken to her new assignment. Maureen: “Between photo shoots, you will be assigned to type and proofread some of our most provocative erotic fiction for our magazines. Like each of our new girls, you will be seated in a glass cubicle, to get accustomed to being around people while nude.” Maureen guides Michelle to a glass cubicle that is extended outward from the building, resembling a glass box, with floor-to-ceiling glass walls on three sides, plus a glass floor. The glass box is right next to a public street sidewalk that has an abundance of foot traffic. There is also a large space under the glass floor, where people can walk under and look up. In the glass box is a very small glass table, holding only a keyboard for typing, and an abbreviated ergonomic glass chair. Hanging from the ceiling, just slightly overhead, are two HD computer screens, positioned so as not to obstruct the street view of the person in the glass chair.

Approaching the glass box, Michelle feels a rush of panic. Michelle: “Omigosh — there’s people out there, and I’m completely undressed!” Maureen: “Is that a problem? You’re now a porn girl, after all. You just posed nude for the internet, for the whole world to see.” Michelle: “Uh . . . yes . . . but . . . I don’t know . . . I guess I don’t mind posing for the camera, because . . . well . . . it seems less personal than . . . uh . . . being directly looked at by a bunch of STRANGERS!” Maureen: “Well, none of these people can actually see you because the glass is all one-way glass. You can see them, but they can’t see you.” Michelle stammers, “R-really?” and steps forward nervously into the glass box. It is only as she begins to sit down that she notices that the small glass table has only two slender glass legs, near the front of the table and fastened into the floor. The two glass legs are just five inches apart. Michelle: “Uh-oh, these table legs are right in the way, where I have to sit to type. I can’t get my legs between them — in fact, I can’t even get one leg between them.” Maureen: “Well, then, you’ll have to spread your legs, to straddle the table’s legs.” Michelle: “But . . . when I do that, I’m spreading my pussy wide open.” Maureen: “Yes, you are. That makes this our most popular table model for our secretaries. The guys all love it! Just pretend you’re riding a motorcycle. Or riding your boyfriend.” As Michelle sits up to the table, with her legs spread wide apart, she notices a soft spotlight directly illuminating her pussy. It is coming from a small fill light mounted on the floor, aimed directly between the two table legs.

Maureen: “Now, as you type, look up at the two overhead monitors. On the right you’ll see what you’re typing, and on the left is a photoimage of the hand written story we purchased from one of our writers. Your typing, when finished, must be perfect so that it is ready for us to insert into our page layouts. And we’ll call you when it’s time for you to do another photo shoot for your web page.” Michelle begins typing:

“ANGELINE’S PROTEIN COCKTAIL. Angeline gently pulled back the foreskin of Roger’s magnificent cock, and softly licked the tip of his dick. As she wrapped her eager lips around his cock, she felt it start to throb and stiffen in her mouth, as Roger trembled with excitement . . . ”

These descriptions made Michelle squirm in her chair, as she felt another tingling sensation in her pussy. But she had to keep typing, as Maureen checked in periodically to note her progress.

Michelle was relieved when Denise called her to look at her first photo spread for the internet. She was impressed by the quality of Denise’s pictures, and Denise assured her that this was a good start, and asked if she was ready to begin shooting her first video fuck scenes. Michelle: “Oh God, yes! I’m so horny from typing erotic stories!” Denise introduced Michelle to her new partner, Jack, who had, Michelle noticed immediately, the biggest hard-on she had ever seen. She was almost afraid at first, yet she was so horny that she was eager to get started. It felt so GOOD as Jack’s cock kept penetrating her, deeper and deeper, more than any ever had before! Michelle had no IDEA how STIMULATING it could feel to have her pussy, her physical self, filled so FULL! Michelle’s excitement absolutely radiated through her whole body and was captured expertly by Denise’s magic video work. It climaxed with Michelle’s screaming orgasms, and Jack’s cock exploded all over her pussy. Afterwards, both Denise and Jack complimented Michelle for her auspicious beginning. Michelle, still trembling with excitement, returned to her glass box and resumed typing with a glow of ecstasy.

At lunch and dinner, Michelle was invited to eat catered meals in the company commissary with the staff and crew, and that evening she was offered free lodging in the company’s luxurious apartment building. The company encouraged its people to live separate from the outside world, and form sexual relationships with each other, to minimize the risk of contacting outside diseases, a potential hazard to the porn industry. The people were friendly, if sometimes eccentric, and they seemed to treat each other as a supportive family. Michelle felt excited and eager to be accepted into this new world.

The next day, Michelle returned to the glass box to resume typing. Suddenly she was startled by a loud rapping on the glass, and a male voice, “HI YA, BABE!” Michelle looked up to see several guys outside the glass, looking eagerly straight at her. Paniced, she reflexively covered her hands over her tits. Suddenly Maureen’s voice reprimanded her: “Michelle!” Michelle turned. Maureen: “You are strictly forbidden to cover your tits or your pussy at any time! Move your hands away!” Michelle: “But — but people can see me through the glass!” Maureen is casually dismissive: “Oh, yeah — the company carpenter must have replaced the one-way glass last night with normal glass.” Michelle: “But — but — all these people are looking at me!” Maureen: “So what? The whole world has already seen all of you on the internet. Let them look — it’s good publicity for you! Now you sit right here and keep typing! I loaded up the next three hand-written chapters of the story you’re on, and I need it all typed A.S.A.P.! And be sure to proofread every bit of it after you’ve typed it, and correct any typos — I want it letter-perfect when I receive it.” Michelle reluctantly resumes typing, looking very distraught. Maureen: “And keep a smile on while you type — or a look of sexual ecstasy. Those people looking at you are your new fans! Encourage them!” Maureen starts to leave. Michelle: “Wait! Can’t you stay with me — for moral support?” Maureen: “Why no, dear. This is your moment — I wouldn’t want to upstage you.” Michelle: “But — but I’m feeling — so NAKED — and embarrassed!” Maureen: “That’s good, dear. I envy you. Revel in your embarrassment while you can — it’s an exhilarating emotion to experience. Just sit tight here, in the spotlight, tits out, pussy spread open, and enjoy the thrill of your emotions! You’ll cherish the memories of this day forever! Savor it!” And with that, Maureen turned and departed, leaving Michelle to face her growing crowd of eager admirers.

Michelle struggled to concentrate on her typing, but was constantly distracted by the eager demands for attention from her admirers. They shouted questions at her through the glass, and Michelle tried to appease them. Typing became impossible, and Michelle hoped desperately that Denise or somebody would call her away from the glass box, but nobody did. Michelle had to just endure the moment, which seemed like it would never end. Eventually she began to play with her new audience and tease them. They seemed to love it, and Michelle grew into the moment, her teasing becoming ever more provocative, as she began manipulating her audience, playing with their emotions, taunting them sexually, demanding that they show her theirs, since she was showing them hers. A few guys finally did, and the crowd went wild. Michelle kept egging them on, feeling more powerful and self assured as she did. Unbeknownst to her, Maureen and Steve began watching her, and were increasingly impressed with her adaptation.

But then the police came to break up the crowd. As the police glared threateningly at Michelle through the glass, as the cause of the near riot, Michelle felt very naked and embarrassed again, with her very large tits sticking out and her pussy wide open. And she knew she was strictly forbidden to cover her tits, and she couldn’t close her legs. She felt very, very vulnerable.

Suddenly Denise called Michelle to come for another fuck scene, and Michelle felt a huge wave of relief. She positively ran, in her five inch stilettos, to her new video shoot, and shuddered from her experience in the glass box. She had two new partners for her new fuck scene, a double penetration, front and back — something that Michelle had never experienced before. It was thrilling, and she tried to throw herself into the new moment, but she was somewhat distracted by her fear of returning afterward to the glass box. She hoped that her video shoot turned out well, despite her lack of deep emotional involvement, and indeed Denise’s magic camera work largely saved it.

After the shoot, Michelle was desperate to avoid returning to the glass box. She took a detour into the conference room, where she saw several bulletin boards lining the walls. She asked a guy in the room, Danny, what these were for, and Danny replied that these were available for staff suggestions for sexy articles or stories for the magazines. Michelle, anxious to stall for time, said hesitantly that she had an idea. Danny invited her to tell her idea. Michelle’s head began to spin. She had no idea, but she felt desperate to think of something — anything. Without realizing it, she slumped forward into a fetal position and clutched her pussy. All her childhood emotional conditioning overwhelmed her with shame. She almost passed out, but Danny’s voice jarred her back: “Are you okay?” Michelle: “Oh — my pussy! I — I — ” Suddenly she remembered all those porn magazines she had discovered at age eleven, and how much she envied all those beautiful, sexy ladies in the pictures, and wanted to be like them — and yet here she was now — she had arrived, but she was clutching herself in a spasm of shame. Those other women were not ashamed — were they? They were proud of their pussies! And their tits! And —

Suddenly Michelle had a flash of inspiration: “Yeah — I got it — here’s an idea: This would make a good four page spread: Across the top of the first two facing pages, the title: ‘HOW SOPHISTICATED ARE YOU?’ Below that, a horizontal row of pictures across the pages, head-and-tit photos of the top twenty porn stars, with their names underneath. Below that, another horizontal row of pictures of close-ups of each porn stars’ pussies, but unidentified and out of order. How many pussies can the reader correctly identify? A true sophisticate should be able to identify every porn star’s pussy. And the first ten readers to mail in all the correct identifications can win a prize — but only an original contest page cut out of the magazine will be accepted — no photocopies. The magazine could offer hints by listing the best porn videos that clearly show each porn star’s pussy.”

Danny was impressed: “Wow, that has lots of cross-promotional potential! That’s terrific, Michelle!” Just then Steve ran into the room: “Michelle, the big commotion outside your appearance in the glass box just made the TV news! That’s great publicity for us — and for you! People should be flocking to your web page! You’re a hit, girl! Now, back to the glass box, and do that again!”

Michelle groaned. But it was an auspicious start to a very promising career.