Chapter 6: Katherine’s Proposition

Renée opened up another magazine and found a suitable photospread to look at. She placed it on her kitchen table so that Katherine could look at it too.

That set had three people in it, two men and a woman. Katherine noticed the dark-haired woman in the first photo putting on her make-up. She was wearing a see-through pink top, and she had no bra but she did have a black garter and straps holding up her stockings. “I don’t think she can go out in public wearing that.”

Renée replied, “She’s not going out I think. If you look closely, all of the photos were taken in the same place, which I assume is supposed to be her place.”

Two guys in business clothes showed up, and in the rest of the layout they did all of the things to the woman that also appeared in the other photos of the Air Force girl. They lost more and more of their clothes and went through various combinations of front-entry sex, rear-entry sex, oral sex, and cowgirls.

The ending was a little different in that one of the guys shot his load into her mouth from about an inch or two away. The other one came on her body from over her left shoulder.

Renée said, “My guess is that she’s supposed to be a prostitute and these two guys are her customers.”

“You can’t confirm that, however.”

“No, but in porn, it really doesn’t matter.”

Katherine said, “I get the impression that porn is, well, pretty impersonal.”

“Yeah, isn’t it? Although once in a while there is something where the people do seem to know each other from before.”

“Is there any real difference between being a prostitute and being a porn actor?”

Renée replied, “I guess not. In both cases, you are banging people you don’t know for money. In the case of porn, you are getting filmed or photographed while doing it. What, you look like you don’t approve of it?”

“It’s not that. It’s just that – it doesn’t seem as erotic as it pretends to be.”

“Nice catch, sweetie. No, it isn’t; it’s mostly a business, not a real connection between people. Anyway, even though we don’t have any film footage here, there are a few things to be learned about blowjobs.”

Renée looked closely at her friend to see if she was embarrassed in any way. Katherine did look a bit uncomfortable, but she pressed on, “Okay, what should I know about it?”

“I guess the point here is to be subtle; don’t just jam the guy’s cock into your mouth.” I guess I’m not being very subtle in my explanations. “The two ladies in these things are concentrating on the outer ends, you see, being gentle about it. In my experience, that works better than trying to take the whole thing in. You know about the movie Deep Throat?”

“I’ve heard of it.”

“I saw it once in New York, with this guy I knew at the time. It’s got an absolutely ridiculous premise, that this woman has her clitoris in her throat and that’s the only way she could come.”

Katherine laughed at that. Renée continued. “Yeah, but how does she control her gag reflex? It’s totally a male fantasy, that it’s better to go that far in rather than just let the lady – you, know, use her lips and tongue to good advantage.” Now I’m starting to feel a bit embarrassed.

“I heard it made a ton of money.”

“Something like $50 million in 1970s dollars. The weird thing is that Lovelace went to a Catholic high school, and even there she was considered something of a prude. Then after her film career, she joined the anti-pornography movement.”

Katherine said, “Maybe that prudish side was her true self. She wasn’t really named Linda Lovelace, was she?”

“No, she was Linda Boreman, from Da Bronx. So, Katherine, what is your true self like?”

“I guess you’re seeing it now.”

“Okay, so are you starting to learn something from all this?”

“Yes, like in this photo. I like how he shoots from a little ways out. She can see him ejaculate that way.”

Renée smiled at her. “I’m beginning to be convinced that this is your real self.”

“Oh yes. I may have gone to a Catholic high school too, but I was always a very bad girl underneath!”

The next section of the text is from Paul’s point of view.

On the Thursday after Katherine and Renée’s playing hooky porn adventure, I had to drive Katherine and another employee over to a company function in a Teaneck hotel. That was supposed to be some kind of presentation by company bigwigs extolling our textbook-making talents.

The guy with us, Vincent, was one of the “manufacturing” people. Textbooks took so long to produce, and were done in such large print runs for customers all over the country, that they were considered to be manufactured, like automobiles, not merely printed. Thus another layer of employees was necessary to see that the process went smoothly.

Vincent was quite a bit younger than me, and he sat in the back. He was grateful I was handling the navigation for that trip; Teaneck was quite a distance from our office. “I could never find this place myself.”

Katherine sat in the front with me, and she was relatively quiet during our journey. At the hotel, I dropped the two of them off at the entrance while I parked the car. Inside, I went into an auditorium with a stage that was specifically designed for that kind of thing.

The room was only half full, and I expected to sit by myself somewhere. But when I came up the aisle on the far right, I saw Katherine sitting in a row with several empty seats on either side. When she noticed me, she made a little gesture waving me over. What exactly does she want with me now? It had been a week since I had banged her for the first time in my car, and she had spent a night at my place on Friday night.

I pointed to myself, me? She nodded, yes you. Somewhat reluctantly, I entered her row. Somehow I thought that I should be off-duty now. I sat down to her left.

She had her hair pinned to the back of her head, and she was wearing a blazer, tight black trousers, and black medium-heeled shoes. She looked like she was in a good mood and like she was pleased to have me there. I guess getting sex from two people after such a long dry spell suited her well.

We kept our voices low as we talked to each other. The first thing I said was, “You know, in terms of discretion, having me sit here is not such a good idea.”

“Don’t be silly, no one will suspect anything. I’m just your boss; it will seem natural that you are here.”

“Okay, I’ll take your word on that.”