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.