Virgin Porn Star

Virgin Porn Star Part3

Mercy's POV

I walked in through the back door to the coffee shop and was greeted to the smell of fresh coffee brewing. I took a deep breath in and sighed with contentment. When I opened my eyes, I saw Mike staring at me with a confused expression.

"Need something?" I asked.

"No, but if I may ask, what on earth were you doing just now?" he replied.

"I was taking in the smell of the heated coffee," I said with a smile.

"Well, someone is considerably happy today," He smiled right back.

"Yes, I'm trying to enjoy what I have while I still have it."

"Oh yeah, and what's that?" Mike asked.

"Everything," I told him a little sadly.

"Hey, is everything ok, Mercy?" he asked with concern.

"Oh, yeah, don't worry about me, Mike, I'm going to be fine," I said, trying to sound convincing.

"Ok.. well, you know if you ever need anything, I'll be here for you," he assured me.

I smiled, genuinely pleased by his offer of kindness. "Thanks Mikey, I'll keep that in mind."

He gave a small smile in return.

"So, is Shelly working today?" I asked to change the subject, and because I really did want to know if I would see Shelly today.

"Yeah, but she's working the later shift."

I sighed. I missed Shelly. It seemed as though I didn't get to see her enough. I put my apron on, and took over where Mike was at at the register.

"I'm glad your shift started when it did," Mike told me, "because, it was just starting to get busy, and I was having trouble taking orders, and filling them as well."

"Well, then it's a good thing I'm here now, huh?" I laughed.

Mike nodded, and started to fill the order that the lady at the counter had ordered, while I counted out her change.

I sighed as I looked at the clock, and realized I only had about ten minutes until my shift ended. I figured that since cleaning the counter and straightening things up usually took about five minutes, that I could start doing that now, and take any customers that came in, and by the time I my shift ends, I will have already cleaned the small space where I worked. I picked up one of the rags and rinsed it out in the sink, added some soap, and started wiping the counter when I heard the bell above the door announce that there was a customer. I looked up to see the guy from yesterday. The one with the creepy smile.

I continued to clean, and when he reached the counter, I said, "How can I help you?" I said it with a smile, but inside, I was feeling nervous. Somthing about this guy was just off. I wished that Mike wasn't on the phone with his mom in the back room right now. I felt even more creeped out when I was alone with this guy.

Instead of ordering, the man responded with that smile of his, "Actually, I was wondering if I could help you."

"Excuse me?" I said, dumbfounded.

He smiled bigger, which made me feel even more uneasy, and reached into the brown leather jacket of his to pull out a card. He slid it across the counter, his eyes never leaving mine.

I picked up the card and read it. I looked up at him, feeling a little ticked. This guy is such a pervert! I knew something was off with him! He was a porn producer. And he had the nerve to come in here, and what? GIVE ME HIS CARD?! What kind of woman does he take me for?

Apparently, he could read my expression of anger, because he held up his hands in a way that meant that i should back off of him, calm down, and he still had that freaking smile! I wanted to slap it off his face!

"Listen first," he said.

"Make it fast," I replied, still feeling my anger.

"I produce porn," he told me.

"Really?! Would have never guessed! Geeee, thanks for letting me know!" I practically yelled with so much sarcasm, I got pleasure from it.

He laughed. "Let me finish. I produce porn, AND I've been in the business for quite some time. Now, before you think I'm some sick, perverted freak, I'll have you know, that just because what people do with porn is perverted, doesn't mean that the people who make it are. We're just trying to make money. And that's why I'm here."

"You have a look about you that I just can't pass up without putting myself out there. I can't help but notice that you seem very independent, young, and to be frank, you have a very hot body. And that is perfect for the kind of thing we do. If you take me up on my offer, I can make you thousands of dollars in one single day. Yours to go home with. I want you to at least consider what I'm offering here. I'm not making you sign a contract, I'm not making you sign your life away. Hell, if I could just get you to stop by and look into it. That's all I'm asking for. Not taking this opportunity would be passing up the chance of a lifetime. You only live once, and hey, what have you got to lose?" he finished with another one of his smiles. Except this time, it didn't seem so creepy. It seemed almost normal, sincere. Almost as if he wanted what was best for me, and wanted me to be happy.

I couldn't believe what I was thinking, but everything he had said was so convincing. I need money, badly. And he was right, if I wasn't signing anything, then it wasn't permanent. I think what had won me over was the last part. 'And hey, what have you got to lose?' as sad as it was, I had nothing. I took the card I was holding in my hand, and slipped in under my apron, and into my pants pocket. The man got a look of satisfaction on his face by seeing that I kept his card. He took a slip of paper out of his jacket and handed it to me. I read it. It had a date and time on it. I recognized that it was on one of my days off.

"Come to the address on the card at that time, that day, and I promise you, you won't regret it," he said just before he turned and walked out the door, leaving me standing there.

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