My Secret Life: Chapter One - Sex Stories

My Secret Life: Chapter One

... lover. I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with him. I had no idea that from the moment we met he was very insecure about our relationship. Jackson thought the closer we got to graduation the closer we got to our relationships expiration date. He was worried that as soon as I went to college I’d meet someone new and dump him. He was going to stay in our town and get a job with his older brother towing cars. The second he heard that my plans changed, he changed his and volunteered to move with me. I thought this was great news. I wouldn’t have to do this by myself. I would have my number one fan by my side. I thought this was going to strengthen our relationship. It also didn’t hurt that he had $3,000 saved up. It took us three days to get to Los Angeles. Stayed at a hotel by the airport for two days until we moved into our one bedroom Marina del Rey apartment. Jackson quickly found a job, working as a cook at the Cheesecake Factory. I spent my first four days in town trying to get Maureen to call me back. On the fifth day Ian, her assistant returned my call and instructed me to come in the next morning promptly at nine a.m. Promptly at eight thirty a.m. the next morning I walked into the lobby of her agency and waited. I waited there until one o’clock when Ian finally walked out to get me. He offered no apologies only excuses. He dropped names of all the famous designers she was on the phone with. The only thing I could think of was food. I never realized ...

... that waiting for hours on end could make you so hungry. When I finally got into her large office she got up from behind the desk and hugged me. She then grabbed me by the hand, led me to the couches and started talking. We talked about Minnesota, my hopes and dreams, and how her agency could help me achieve them. “I think you have a bright future,” she said. “The first thing we have to do is get some headshots.” “How much is that going to cost?” I asked. “Nothing,” she said, “the agency will cover it.” “Whew,” I said. “I’ll have Ian make the arrangements,” she said. Three days alter I had my headshots and Maureen was setting up meetings. I thought they went great, but nothing materialized. This went on for two months. Things at home were getting worse. Our finances were dwindling. Jackson was unhappy that I wasn’t bringing in any money. Our sex life was becoming non-existent. And to top it all off we argued all the time. I was about to take a job waitressing at The Cheesecake Factory to help make ends meet when I got a call from Maureen to meet her at The Urth Café in Venice. I found her sitting inside the restaurant. When I approached the table she stood-up and hugged me. After we sat down she got right to business. “How do you think things are going,” she asked. “Not good,” I said tearing up. “Careers don’t happen over night,” she said. “We’ve gotten a lot of good feedback about you. Eventually you’re going to get booked. It might take some time.” “I don’t know if I have that ...