Life With Legs Wide Open

The true American dream

As the years pass following graduation, you hear stories about old classmates. Some go off to find great success, while others lives take a turn for the worse. While sitting in traffic on the way to work I recently got a call about a good friend from high school who definitely took the latter route. “Remember how Aubrey was taking court stenography classes? Well she dropped out and became a stripper, and now she’s doing porn. I’ll send you the video.”

I couldn’t help but feel bad for her, as I watched her perfectly round hams being slathered with oil and roughly caressed. I felt the shame as if it were my own, as she was flipped over and received a “tender vagina massage,” as the production was eloquently titled. Things only got worse from there as she held her head down in what seemed like embarrassment. Apparently it was not though, as she went on to star in twenty-plus movies. Of course, I watched every one of them intently. With every moan, groan and squirt, it became more apparent that this was something that she enjoyed doing.

Originally I was upset and even disgusted to find out that she was willing to show the world what the inside of her vagina looked like. But when a person becomes a public spectacle, it is difficult not to pass judgment. As expected, I was not the only one to do so, and before too long people from around town were posting links to her videos on Facebook. The comments that followed were cruel, mostly involving remarks about the unfortunate appearance of her extra meaty lady parts.

While looking through the comments I almost started to feel sympathy for her, until I realized that I was jealous of the whore. I had just begun to accept the fact that the party was over in my life. College had ended, and my career had begun. But instead of getting her act together, my porn star friend was living a wild life of debauchery. I envied the way she was able to throw caution to the wind. Even though it wasn’t much of a long-term plan, it sounded more appealing than my boring existence in the corporate world.

Maybe my porn star friend is living the true American dream. She is climbing the ladder of success in her chosen field much faster than I am, while having the time of her life. As I struggle to find work and further my career, she is fucking her way to the top in no time. She also claims to be doing what she loves. So while I sit in traffic during my hour and a half commute to work, I’ll daydream about how easy life could be if only I were a filthy, filthy slut.