Thank you for reading my new erotica series, College of Adult Film Studies (CAFS). I am sharing 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.
College of Adult Film Studies (CAFS)
by D.W. Marshall
“Welcome to orientation,” Misty says in front of our large group.
There are at least forty people in the large auditorium. Of course, Vance finds the empty seat next to mine. I get it. “Hey,” I say.
I turn my attention to the front of the room. Misty stands alone on a theater sized stage.
“You forty-five students represent the brightest we have come across during our selection process. More than three hundred students sent in videos and photos this year. Of that number we interviewed one hundred and fifty in person, and narrowed it down to you in this room. Some of your interviews were so impressive and very memorable.”
“She is talking about you,” Vance whispers.
“You can’t know that,” I whisper back.
“Our mission here is to turn out well-rounded artists. We would like those of you who are interested in being in front of the camera to know how to use the camera like a pro. Thusly, those of you who want to write scripts should be able to write and direct a film. We want to change and grow with the ever-changing film industry and write stories about sex, not a movie that goes from sex scene to sex scene without developing a storyline. We want artists. Some of you may wish to cross over into mainstream media and we want you to have every opportunity to do so. For that reason, all first year students have their first quarter course work selected for them. After that, you will have more freedom in your choices. But we want to help you all get your feet wet.” She offers the room a huge smile.
“Rory,” she gestures toward the front row.
Rory, the man who created this wonderful establishment, stands and makes his way toward the stage. We all clap for Misty.
“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. I echo the words of Misty. You all are the best of the best this year. I look forward to working with all of you. You were all given a blank schedule, because we want you to put together the classes you think you want to take as of today. We would like those wish lists by this time tomorrow. Each residence floor has a resident assistant, please see that he or she receives yours. We do this as a way to show your growth here. We are going to play a bit of musical chairs right now. We are going to separate the forty-five of you into five groups of nine. In each group we will have one script writer, one director, four actors, and three camera operators. The people you will be with will be part of your quarter and semester projects. These projects must represent original and fresh material. You will have access to all equipment needed and you will each be assigned a faculty advisor to meet with once a week. These projects are important because at year’s end we will choose one to produce with our production company.” He quiets for a moment to let this news sink in among us. The chatter is a soft hum. While everyone speaks among themselves, people begin moving onto the stage. I recognize all but one from my interview.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Rory says in an attempt to quiet the group, “On stage we have some of your instructors, some you have met, some you have not. We have Misty, James, Georgia, Ridley, and Cara. When your name is called please find the instructor and your group.”
Cara takes the microphone. “I am Cara X and I teach the fundamentals of writing for the adult film industry as well as host of other writing courses. Will the following students please meet me at the front of the stage?” She reads off a list of nine students who all make their way down to her.
The next instructor is Georgia. “Hi, I am Georgia and I teach the art of multiple sex partners. Will the following students make their way to me.?”I watch the group assemble and see Candie’s helmet of hair not move as she makes her way to the group.
“It’ll be cool if we are in a group together, Mia.”
“Yeah, at least we would know somebody,” I say and give him a genuine smile. I decide to forgive him for his comment earlier.
Thank you so much for tuning in and reading about Mia’s adventures. I will upload more next week!
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