I guess I should start at the beginning.  My name is Polly.  I grew up in Fresno, California, with my Mom.  Mom and Dad got divorced when I was twelve, and Dad moved to Sacramento, but he stayed close to me.  Like kids everywhere, I thought there was nothing interesting about my hometown.  All I wanted to do was go somewhere more interesting.

When I graduated from high school, Dad told me, “I’ve saved for years to put you through college, Pumpkin, but I didn’t do very well.  I only have enough for maybe a year.”  He looked really sad about it, so I thanked him and told him it was okay.  My grades were good enough to get me into college, but not good enough to get a scholarship, so I knew I’d have to work for the money.

I went to college in San Francisco, at a little college you probably haven’t heard of, majoring in business administration.  Even though I had money for the first year already, I figured I needed to get an early start, so I got a job working at a coffee shop.  I got to know several of the regulars pretty well… a coffee shop is almost like a bar that way.  One was a girl about my age named Sarah; she came in at all sorts of odd hours.  I got more and more curious, and finally one evening when we weren’t real busy, I asked her what she did.

She laughed.  “I’m a porn star,” she said, grinning.  “The pay is pretty decent, but the crew I work for has odd hours sometimes.”

“A porn star?  Seriously?”

“Yeah.  You should try it yourself.  Nothing like getting paid to have some fun.”

“Nah,” I said, handing her the latte she had ordered.  “I don’t think so.”

“Fine,” she said, turning away.  “See ya.”

I thought about what she’d said as I closed up that night.  In fact, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.  She was a regular, and coffee-shop coffee is expensive.  She was always dressed well, and I knew she had all the latest gadgets.  I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to make enough selling coffee to pay for my sophomore year.

The next time I saw her, I told her I was interested.  She set me up with the company she’d been working for; if you are familiar with my work, you’ll know we did several shoots together, sometimes girl-girl, sometimes girl-girl-guy.  I guess I should mention that I’m straight.  No, really… I like guys.  Men.  But I’m not, like, disgusted by lesbians; I can do it with a girl and at least look like I’m enjoying it.  I’ve been known to have fun with it when there are men watching, and I can see they’re turned on by us.

The man who ran the company treated us fairly, I guess, and paid pretty well, but he obviously didn’t think we were very smart.  What he didn’t realize is that, the whole time I worked for him, I was paying attention to the business end of things.  (No, not THAT business end.)  By the time I was a junior, I was running my own shop.  Sarah worked with me, as my webmistress… I’m okay with computers, but she’s a real genius.  Word got around, and pretty soon I had several girls and a couple of guys working regular.  Porn stars come and go; some are just in it for a quick buck while going to school or whatever, some get married and quit, some just seem to disappear.  And of course, except for certain niche fetish groups, young is better; at some point or another, a porn star is just old news.  I knew that would happen to me too, even though I work out and take care of myself.  It’s why I decided to move into management.

Things were going pretty well for me… then my life took a sudden left turn.