"Part Time Porn Star"
by Carl Chelsea
Copyright Carl Chelsea 2012
Published by Rachel's Lace Erotica
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Part Time Porn Star
-Carl Chelsea
Vera logged on to her University email account excitedly anticipating her schedule of classes for the semester. What she saw was a different story entirely. "Mother Fucking, Son of a goddamn BITCH!"
"Vera Saint-John! What in the hell has gotten into you?" Her friend Lisa peeked around the modular wall dividing the adjunct professors' office spaces from each other.
"My ethics class didn't make and my research class didn't make. I was counting on that money this year. Since the divorce things have been a little tight to say the least."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Vera. Well you're still teaching theory and skills, right? That's something."
"The skills classes had such light enrollment this semester that they were pushed into one group taught by Walters!"
"Well, honey, he does have tenure."
"Tenure... I honestly don't know what I'm going to do."
"But theory is still on the schedule, yes?"
"Yeah, but..."
"You might have to get a part time job. Maybe tutoring?"
"Oh, Gods protect me from tutoring undergrads!"
"Well, then what are you going to do?"
Vera rubbed her temples. Get a few drinks in me and forget for a while. "I'll figure something out. The disappointment just caught me by surprise. Not to worry. I'm going to head for home and think of something."
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Raising a finger caught the attention the girl running the bar. Vera pointed to her martini and smiled back at the young bartender.
"Ready for another?"
"Ready for another half-dozen, actually."
"Bad day, huh?"
"Worse than most."
"Well, here. This came just in time. Drink this and tell me what you think."
"What is it?"
"Just take a sip."
Vera tipped it back. The chocolate flavor exploded into sudden orange and slipped down her throat like soft lava. Suddenly she was hornier than a brass band. "Damn!"
"Yeah! Right?"
"Miss, what's your name?"
"Gina."
"Gina what the hell did I just drink?"
Gina laughed. "It was a vodka martini with Baileys and Cointreau. You ready for another?"
"I'm ready for a cigarette and I don't even smoke! That drink went straight to my... to my... my, oh my!"
Gina leaned in close and whispered, "Your crotch?"
"Spot on! Did you invent that drink?"
"Nope. That drink was taught to me, and sent to you, by that gentleman over there." She leaned closer and whispered, "He's a big flirt, but safe. I've known him for about two years now. He works in film I think. So if you feel like it, he's fun to talk to."
"Thanks. I'll consider it." She glanced over at the man, lifted her glass and smiled. He's got a nice smile. Looks like an educated man. What the hell?"
She steadied herself, gathered her purse and coat and walked straight across to him. Damned if he isn't kind of cute.
"Okay, so why are you buying drinks for old ladies in the middle of the afternoon?"
He let out a surprised laugh that made her smile. "Sit?" He scooted over in the booth. "I would never call you an old lady. Please, join me for a bit. Now, tell me your story and I'll tell you mine. Isn't this how it works?"
She felt the buzz in the back of her brain that meant he was getting to her already. Shit, how long has it been since I flirted with a man? "My name is Vera, Vera Saint-John. Did that scare you off?"
"Why would... Oh, you don't like your name?"
"Eh, you know, not many passionate love songs written for Veras."
He chuckled some more. "I like you already Vera Saint-John. Maybe we can work on that love song deficit later."
"Oh, so you think there is going to be a later, do you?" She teased him with mock disapproval. "Why don't you tell me your name, Mr. buying a girl drinks like it's the 1970s?" He's totally getting to me. I forgot how fun this is!
"Oh is that dated? I thought that was eternal."
She giggled and sighed. "Well... maybe it is, but I'm not that easy you know." Damn, maybe I am! How many martinis have I had?
"It was a good drink though, wasn't it?"
"Ohhhh, yeah. I gotta admit, that was one good drink."
He motioned to the bartender for two more. "I'll join you in one more."
"Better be a big glass."
He looked at her and burst out laughing. "Terrible joke!"
"Mm, hm. You invented that drink I hear?
"Guilty."
"Is that the kind of man you are, inventing aphrodisiac-like cocktails?"
He smiled and leaned in closer. "Yes."
The bartender brought them their drinks.
He stared hard into Vera's eyes. "Bottoms up."
The both held each others stare as they brought the glasses to their mouths and slowly sipped and sipped until they lifted them up and finished them off.
Vera shuddered with a low giggle. "hhho-boy. You invented that?"
"Trying to capture a feeling of liquid lust." He used his thumb to wipe a dribble of it off the corner of her mouth.
She felt her face blushing at the familiar touch. "I think you nailed it."
"Interesting choice of words."
She slid closer and put one hand on his neck and the other on his thigh. "Are you married?"
He angled his body towards hers. "Not at the moment, no."
She leaned in and kissed his cheek, then kissed his lips. "What the hell is in that drink? Because I think I want to tear your clothes off."
"Mmm, just," he kissed back, "Vodka, Mmm," He felt her hand in his lap, "Baileys and, oh, Vera." Her hand found his cock. "-and Cointreau." He couldn't say more because Vera had her sexy lips turned on, licking the roof of his mouth and sucking his tongue.
"Wait." She put her hand on his chest, although she didn't release the bulge in his pants. "Tell me, right now; what's the worst thing I could find out about you."