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Thank you for reading the beginning of my new erotica series, College of Adult Film Studies (CAFS). I would like to share book one, which follows Mia Martin, a young woman who wants to be an adult film star and stumbles upon a college that will train her on exactly how to do so. Each week I will share 500-1000 words with you for your enjoyment. 

*The following contains explicit content, 18+ readers, please. Also, this is a draft copy which has not been edited for publication.

-D.W. Marshall


College of Adult Film Studies (CAFS)

(working title)

by D.W. Marshall

Quarter One


It is so strange sitting here waiting for my name to be called. I remember when I made the daring choice to come here. I was watching gay porn with boyfriend Bretton, and an ad flashed at the end about a new college that actually teaches you how to become a porn star, whether you want to be in front of the camera or behind it, there is a learning track for you. I knew it was what I was destined to do. Of course Bretton though I was an idiot. He shouldn’t be surprised I am obsessed with porn, more specifically with dicks. I draw them, write about them, and dream about them. I only watch gay porn because there are so many of them. Bretton goes along with it as long as he is getting fucked and he always does. To find a school where I get to learn how to fuck better, while on the receiving end of the most ginormous cocks is a dream come true. I’m going to need to change my panties just imagining the possibilities.

I am not the only hopeful, because there are at least twenty bodies filling the seats in the waiting area. The women are gorgeous and the men are just cocks I want buried inside of me.

I sent in my application, my statement of why porn school, and pictures. I suppose if you can’t get past these steps you would not be a candidate for a school like this. My photos included a head shot. I am a selfie queen, so that was a no-brainer. I had to take a full nude, and an up close and personal pussy shot. I needed Bretton for this. I hopped on my bed, got on all fours and arched my ass to the moon so that he could get the best shot of my pussy and my ass. He fucked me for an hour after that photo session.

“Mia Martin.”

I look up to find a beautiful blonde woman in a next to nothing black dress and sky high black stilettos looking in my direction.

“Me,” I say raising my hand. I don’t know why I raised my hand. Dork. I feel underdressed in a pair of skimpy denim shorts, a black tank top and chucks. I wasn’t sure how to dress for this interview, and this being my first trip to Vegas all I heard was July in Vegas is hot!

“Follow me,” she says.5860342028_ac82548cd5_o

I follow close as we go through a door and take a left down a well-lit corridor. “My name is Misty Monét, I am an instructor here and will be taking part in your interview.”

“Nice to meet you. I am really excited.” The butterflies are going crazy in my stomach.

“That’s good to hear.”

I follow her to the end of a hallway. We enter a door and I am standing in a large room. On one end it is an office with a large table with four chairs on one side, across from the table is a purple chaise lounger. There are three bodies in the seats, the empty one I assume is for Misty.

She instructs me to take a seat on the chaise. I do. I sit on the edge, facing them. The other side of the room is set up as a bedroom with a king-sized bed surrounded by cameras. My imagination is going into overdrive with possibilities for me and that bedroom set.

I can’t believe I am here. I have to do whatever I can to prove to this panel that I belong here and make sure they accept me. I want this more than I want air, food, and water.

“Everyone this is Mia Martin. Mia, allow me to introduce you to our interviewing panel.” I stand. “This is James Jerkington, he teaches, The Art of Orgasms, and Oral Pleasure 101.”

He is amazing, with honey brown skin, deep brown eyes and an impressive build, in a word gorgeous. Mmm. When he stands to greet me I realize he is naked from the waist down. Oh my shit. His dick is huge and thick. I want to touch it, suck it, hell I want to sit on it right now.

I get it, they want to test me with the whole shock and awe. But they don’t know me, because if they did they would know that this is my wheelhouse. I reach across the table to shake his hand and he puts his dick in my hand instead. It is warm and smooth. I stroke the shaft, up and down. I am moist and ready for all of this. He takes my hand away and sits.

“This is Georgia. She teaches The Art of Multiple Sexual Partners,” Misty says.

Georgia is beautiful. Raven-haired like me, with striking blue eyes. She is fully dressed when she reaches across the table. The last man on the panel stands to greet me, he too is naked from the waist down and he too is sporting a healthy erection. “My name is Rory. I am the creator of this establishment.”

Rory is tall, with chocolate brown hair, brown eyes and fair skin. Just like the rest of the panel, he is beautiful. “Nice to meet all of you,” I say and take a seat on the chaise.

“So let’s get this started.” Rory says, picking up a sheet of paper, he begins reading from it. “We have Mia Martin here, twenty-one years old, college graduate with a degree in sociology?” I hear the question, but he continues on. “Five-seven, one hundred and thirty-two pounds, near black hair, and green eyes.” He glances up at me. “Well, Mia you are definitely a stunner. Why do you want to pursue a career in the adult film industry?” He asks and everyone gazes at me awaiting my answer.

“Everybody has a calling… medicine, teaching, painting. Mine is fucking. I was born to do this! If I were able to work in an industry where I could fuck and be fucked as much as I want, it would be a dream come true. I am obsessed with all things cocks.”

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