The Inner Sibling

By G.B. Miller

Flat broke with no job, Jeannie was terrified of becoming just like one of her uncle's deadbeat customers. Even though she was able to smooth talk her way into a five-day extension of her juice payments, she was still stuck in the same dead-end and with the same problem: no money. Still, God must've had an ulterior motive, because no sooner had she closed her phone, than a young man sat next to her and struck up a conversation. A few minutes later, Jeannie was holding a business card that could just be her potential salvation from a world of hurt.

After a brief, yet highly insulting conversation with Aissa, Jeannie was determined to test her mettle as an adult movie actress. Not because she needed the money, but more to the point of proving her symbiont wrong as well as proving to herself that she could play the game of public sex and still keep her morals intact.

• Language: English
• Publisher: G.B. Miller
• Release date: Sep 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310522222

G.B. Miller

While working as a payroll clerk in state government back in 2006 (and with a little encouragement from friends & co-workers) G.B. decided to take up writing so as to make better use of his free time. In 2007, in a crisis of conscience, G.B. dove head long into the shallow water of chat rooms, so as to get the basic skills needed in order to write like he knew what he was talking about.By the spring of 2008 (with a little encouragement from friends), G.B. packed his quill and parchment and moved over to the blog world, where he promptly created his first mainstream blog called Cedar's Mountain. In late 2013, he created a new and improved mainstream blog entitled Father Nature's Corner, and promptly turned his first one into a living archive.Sadly, this new blog lasted until early 2017 and this too has been turned into an archival blog. He can now be found on his new Blogger blog, I Have Stories! a stream-of-conscience blog with his writing adventures as the theme that ties all the posts together.In the past 16 years, blogging has been extremely good to G.B., as he honed his writing skills to the point where he has had a modicum of success with his writing: two published short stories, two self-pubbed novellas, six self-published e-books (including two short story anthologies), his commercial debut novel, and a reissue of his commercial debutWhen he's not creating written mayhem in the cyber world and real world, G.B. now spends his free time chillin', styling and profiling in retirement....and walking around his tiny little town exploring the wonder of Father and Mother Nature.

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The Inner Sibling

George Miller

This book was previously published as Line 21 by Solstice Publishing

Copyright 2014 George Miller

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Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Author’s Bio

Some Interesting Websites

Acknowledgments

Prologue

Sunday

I need an extension.

I’ve already given you two.

Please, I’m asking you as a close family member. You know what I’ve been going through for the past couple of months.

The voice on the other end thought about that particular fact for several seconds, gave an exasperated sigh, and said, Okay. Because you’ve been the only one in the family who still speaks to me on a regular basis, in spite of what I do for a living, I will give you until Friday evening to get me the money. That’s five days from now. Otherwise, I take what they want. Understand?

Perfectly. Thanks a lot, Uncle Rudy. This really means a lot to me. I won’t let you down.

You better not, because I would really hate to do to you what I do to everyone else.

Gulping hard, the young woman said, I promise.

That’s my niece. I’ll talk to you on Friday, at my usual place. Take care.

You too.

Jeannie hung up the phone and thought about what a mess her life had become. Her company had downsized her about a year and a half ago, and between the unemployment compensation and the severance pay, she was just barely making ends meet. With no permanent job prospects on the horizon, she’d lost her lazy boyfriend; he’d decided to break with her when she told him he had to start paying his own way. Money had gotten so scarce that she was forced to take out a loan on her motorcycle. Since her credit wasn’t very good, she had to use an acquaintance of her uncle’s to secure the monies.

He really didn’t want to do it, because he had a lot of respect for her and Rudy—but by using her natural assets, she was able to wear down his resistance to the point of getting not only the loan but getting it on her terms. Initially she made her payments on time, due to being able to supplement her dwindling funds with the occasional temp job, but that fell by the wayside and soon thereafter she became tardy with her payments.

The tardiness finally got to be so bad that her Uncle Rudy had to step in and deliver an ultimatum: money by Friday or face the consequences. She shuddered at the prospect of what would happen if he was forced to do to her what he normally did everyone else who was late with their payments. Still, she appreciated the fact that he thought enough of her to give her a five-day window to get current with her payments. What bothered her now was how she was going to raise two thousand dollars by Friday evening.

Sighing, she pulled out the afternoon paper and stretched out on the park bench. As she was perusing the want ads, taking notes and circling potential job opportunities, somebody sat down one bench over from her and began whistling a lively tune. Intrigued, she looked up to see who was whistling and was surprised to find a rather doughy-looking young man tipping his baseball cap to her.

Hi there.

Hi yourself, said Jeannie as she sat up and put aside her newspaper.

Great day to be out at the park, isn’t it?

Not if you got a problem like I do.

Oh? Sorry to hear that. Anything I can do to help?

Not unless you know where I can come up with two thousand dollars by Friday.

Ouch! Two k is a serious chunk of change. …However, I may be able to help.

Really?

Really. By the way, my name is Ken.

Jeannie. So what kind of help could you possibly give me?

Well, for starters, here’s my card. Ken pulled out a small blue and yellow business card and handed it to Jeannie.

Jeannie took it and read the contents. Ken Epee, Line 21 Productions. So, Ken Epee of Line 21 Productions, what is it that you do?

I help good looking men and women use the vast potential of their beings to earn the maximum amount of money that they’re entitled to.

Come again?

Exactly.

Jeannie thought about Ken’s last comment for a moment, then went wide eyed. Not on your life! I’m not that desperate! I have morals, you know. She handed the card back to Ken.

Ken held up his hand and said, Of course you do. But sometimes we can reach a point in our lives where we ask ourselves, ‘Am I doing the very best for myself and my family? What can I do to stave off the bill collectors, foreclosure, bankruptcy, welfare?’ If you’ve got the attributes, why not use them to your advantage?

Jeanie scrunched up her face and said, I don’t know. This just doesn’t sound right. It sounds….

Dirty? Of course it is. But if you approach it like a business, then you can rise above the dirtiness and make a good living at it. Look, there are plenty of other jobs in the adult entertainment industry: pole-dancing, lap dancing, exotic dancing, and even stripping.. The movie industry is just another segment that can specialize – safely – in whatever turns people on. You’d be amazed at what people do to get their rocks off. Why not take full advantage of it? Besides, you said yourself that you need to come up with two-K by Friday, and I’m assuming that if you don’t, something bad will happen. Right?

Jeannie shuddered, and said, Something very bad.

Well alright then. Look, Ken took the card and scribbled an address on the back of it. Be at this address tomorrow by nine sharp, and I promise that we’ll find something for you that will maximize what you’ve got—and just at first glance, you’ve got a lot to maximize. Besides, what have you got to lose?

My self-respect.

No, you’ll always have that. Remember what I said; if you treat it like a business, then you can rise above the dirt. Don’t let it own you; you own it, and by owning it, you’ll always have that self-respect. Nobody can take that from you. Nobody.

Jeannie watched as Ken took out his cell-phone to take a call. Giving her a quick four finger wave, he got up and walked towards the park entrance. In a matter of minutes, he disappeared from sight. Sighing, she lifted the card and read the address on the back, before sticking it in her jeans and turning her attention back to the help-wanted ads.

Jeannie spent the next couple of hours reading, but not comprehending, the ads. Every time she tried to take notes or make phone calls, her mind kept going back to the business card that Ken had left behind. Every time she got distracted by that card, she would take it out and study it for a couple of minutes, before returning it to her pocket. The distraction soon got to be so bad that she finally packed up her newspaper and went home.

Even at home the card was still a distraction, because every time she got to thinking about her current situation, her mind kept wandering back to that card. Finally, six hours after Ken had left his card, Jeannie decided to have a long talk with Aissa.

The first thing she did was to make sure that the front door was locked. On her way to the bedroom, she grabbed a chair from the kitchen and placed it in front of the full length wall mirror. She then went to the window and closed the curtains, and was about to take a seat in the chair when her symbiont Aissa appeared in the mirror and started giving her what-for over the prospect of doing adult movies.

"So, you think you got what it takes to do adult movies?" asked Aissa.

Yes. I believe I do have what it takes to do adult movies. After all, I’ve got the looks and—

"Doesn’t mean a thing, sweetie. You can’t even wear something like a tight T-shirt, because—heaven forbid—someone might compliment you on your natural assets.’

Excuse me? I’ll have you know that I’ve worn tight T-shirts before.

"In your apartment doesn’t count. It’s out there that counts, and if you’re gonna do adult movies, you’ll really have to flaunt everything."

So how hard can that be? I can flaunt them just as well as anybody else.

"How hard can that be’? I can’t believe you just said that! You can’t even get nude in the daytime unless you’re getting ready to take a shower, and as for sex—pfft."

That’s a lie, and you know it.

"Okay. Prove me wrong – take off your shirt and bra."

What?

"You heard me. Take off your shirt and bra. Better yet, strip completely—so we can get a good look at that fantastic bod of yours."

Jeannie hesitated for a moment, but that hesitation was all that Aissa needed to prove her point. Loser. I am so out of here.

Oh yeah? I don’t recall asking your permission to do what I see fit with this body of mine! If doing adult movies gets me the money that I need, in order to not wind up like one my uncle’s deadbeats, then so be it. Furthermore, I’m gonna prove just how wrong you are about me being ashamed of flaunting it.

Jeannie grabbed the chair and flung it out of the bedroom. Giving the mirror a couple of hard taps to get Aissa’s attention, she took a few steps back and sat on the bed. She then untied her sneakers, and threw each one at the mirror. Lying down, she sucked in her stomach and unbuttoned her cutoffs and started to take them off, but then changed her mind and simply kept them on.

Sitting back up, she untied her blouse and, after taking it off, threw that at the mirror. By the time she was ready to take off her midriff, Aissa had decided to reappear.

"About time you showed back up. So I’m afraid to flaunt it, eh?

Well, take a look at these ebony pearls."

Sticking a couple of fingers under the band, she quickly pulled off her midriff and showed Aissa what had to be the shapeliest ebony pearls that anyone had ever seen. She tapped them a couple of times so as to air them out, blew the mirror a kiss, and walked out of the bedroom to spend the rest of the evening getting used to parading around topless without freaking out.

She first went into the kitchen to grab some leftover Chinese from the fridge, and when she opened the door the blast of refrigerated air gave her body a major shock as goosebumps instantly appeared on her arms and chest. Shivering, she grabbed the leftovers and a bottle of beer and walked over to the living room. She turned on the big oscillating fan, she then sat down on the couch, grabbed the remote and spent the rest of the evening pigging out on leftovers, chilling out to the sensual stylings of 70’s Chicago Soul, and finally falling asleep on the couch.

Around midnight, Aissa poked her head into Jeannie’s mind to see how she was handling being topless. After observing her latest dream for a few seconds, and turning a deep shade of red, she quietly stepped all the way in and took control of Jeannie’s body so that she could get her to bed.

After a couple of false starts, in which Aissa kept falling back onto the couch because she couldn’t quite coordinate the legs properly, she finally was able to establish a good rhythm and within a minute got Jeannie in the bedroom. It took another minute to get her tucked in, and when she felt that Jeannie was back in a regular breathing rhythm, she quietly stepped out, gave her a kiss on the cheek and disappeared back into her world.

Chapter 1

Monday

The next day Jeannie got up two hours early so as to find something that had that je ne sais quoi to it, to wear for the meeting. After thirty minutes of searching and rejecting, she settled on something a little more urban than je ne sais quoi: a pair of blue jeans, blue tube top, a Hawaiian shirt tied off at the mid-section, a pair of small silver hoops, a pair of Converse high-tops, and she put her long light brown hair in a braid to compliment the ensemble.

She took a look at her reflection, sighed, grabbed her purse and the business card, and walked outside to her motorcycle. Jumping on, she started the engine, gunned it a few times, and took off for the address that Ken had written on the card. It took her about a half-hour to get there, since the address that he gave was on the other side of the city and she had to battle a lot of traffic.

When she pulled up to the address, she saw that there was a long line of people waiting to get in. As she searched for a parking space, she saw that the line went down the steps, broke to the right and snake its way down the sidewalk before turning the corner to snake its way down another sidewalk and gradually disappear.

Holy shit! It’s gonna take me forever and a day to get to this meeting. There must be a way for me to jump all these people, said Jeannie, just before she found a parking space the next block over. While she was walking to the end of the line, her cell-phone rang. Looking at the screen, she saw an unfamiliar number in the two-oh-three area code, but decided to answer it anyways.

Hello?

Hey, Jeannie! This is Ken.

Ken! I’m so glad to hear your voice that I’m not even gonna ask how you got my cell number. Tell me, how am I supposed to meet with you if I’m stuck in a line with three hundred other people?

Sorry about that. I should have told you that I’m located at the bottom of the building. I always keep forgetting to put that one-half next to my address. Look, go to the front of the line, and you’ll see a staircase just off to the left. Head down those steps, knock on the door and enter. You’ll see me, my co-workers and about a dozen other women. See in you in a few minutes.

Okay, thanks.

Jeannie hung up and did what Ken suggested. Sure enough, when she got to the front of the line, she saw the staircase off to the left with a sign that said Line 21 Productions. A minute later, she knocked on the door and entered. The first thing she saw was in fact what Ken had told her: about a dozen women of various ages, ethnicities and sizes, along with Ken and his co-workers.

Jeannie! he called. Come on over and grab an application. We’ll be starting with the interviews in about fifteen minutes, so if you can put some basic info on the app, we should be able to breeze through this in nothing flat.

Jeannie grabbed an app and began answering the various questions. Some were easy, like name, age, race, and measurements. Others were a bit more intrusive, as in sexual preference, types of sex, and kinkiness. By the time she was halfway through the app, her name was being called.

She walked over to where Ken and his co-workers were sitting and handed in her app, saying, Sorry, I had a problem answering some of the questions. They were….unusual.

That’s okay, you can answer as we go along, said Ken. Now, let’s check out what you wrote down. Name, age, race, measurements… really, you’re a thirty-six? When we met yesterday, I thought you were a bit larger. No matter: pseudo-big boobs are always in season. You also put down bi-racial? Could you clarify?

Half Puerto Rican and half Black.

Really? That is such a serious plus, like you would not believe. Now, you said you had problems answering some of the others, right?

Yes, I wasn’t sure how to answer those because I don’t think I’ve ever did any of them.

No matter, we’ll find something for you. So, you don’t know your sexual preference?

Sorry, I should’ve written males.

Not even the least bit interested in females?

Jeannie thought about it for a few seconds, before saying, Well…maybe just the upper half. I was always curious about other women’s boobs.

Good, good. Innocence is always a great turn-on, whether male or female. Now, types of sex… Well, what do you enjoy the most?

Well… Jeannie was a bit uncomfortable answering that question, but remembering what he’d said about treating it as a business, she decided to do just that. I enjoy being on top… but I’ve been curious about doing it doggy-style, though. I haven’t done it….what’s that old school phrase?

Hershey highway? offered Ken.

Yes, that’s it. I haven’t done it that way, but…

Open to experimentation, that’s a plus. What about using the upper half of your body?

Upper half? You mean, like using my boobs?

Sure, that’s one part of your upper half.

Jeannie thought about the last time she did it with Gerald, with him using her boobs and some baby oil, and gave Ken a devilish smile.

Excellent. What about oral?

Sure.

Both?

Both? Like guy and girl?

Yes.

Just guy.

Okay, I think we got enough info for the time being. We’ll deal with the kinkiness issues as they appear. Now, if you could be so kind as to go through that door off to the right, we’ll do a quick three-minute video.

"The door marked Audition?"

Yes, that’s right.

Jeannie walked over to the door, gave it a rather timid knock and heard a sultry female voice say, Enter. Opening the door, she was surprised to see a rather buxom brunette, wearing bib overalls and not much else, standing behind a video camera.

Please, come in and take a seat on the stool, over by that wall painting.

Jeannie walked in, and after taking several seconds to inspect her surroundings, took a seat on the stool.

The brunette walked up and gave Jeannie the once-over before saying, Okay Jeannie, my name is Rhonda, and I’ll be doing the video-shoot. Before we start, I’ll answer your questions and then tell you what I need you to do for the next ten minutes. Yes, I know what is going on here, as I’m a partner with Ken in this venture. I studied film at UCLA and graduated with top honors. I’ve been working in the adult movie industry for the past ten years, spending the first nine as a performer and the tenth as a director/producer/cameraman. Are you with me so far?

Jeannie nodded, so Rhonda smiled and continued.

What we’re gonna do today is shoot a three-minute video of you and your attributes, and this video, coupled with what you filled out on the app, will determine whether or not we hire you. So, what I need for you to do is take off your shirt, drop your tube top and undo your braid, please.

Jeannie untied her shirt and took it off, before reluctantly rolling down her tube top. Before she could undo her braid, Rhonda stepped forward and gently slapped her breasts a couple of times. Shocked, Jeannie quickly rolled her tube top back up.

What’s the problem? Rhonda asked, puzzled.

You touched my breasts!

"So? I was just helping you pump them up. Now, please roll your top back down and undo your braid. After you do that, I’ll need you to unbutton your jeans and open